Archive of Our Own

Chapter 1

The day started like any other; Mona and Patrick woke up at 6:15, and she prepared breakfast while he showered. She was an attractive brunette; she would say she had a pretty decent figure, though Patrick would say she had an incredible body. She had C-cup breasts, which were starting to sag a bit more than she’d prefer them to; she had a nice butt, though; she was able to keep it pretty toned with regular exercise, though nothing she tried had much effect on her boobs. She had long, flowing hair halfway down her back, which she usually kept in a ponytail around the house. Her stomach wasn’t as flat as it used to be either; despite her exercise, there was a layer of fat around her midsection that just wouldn’t go away. But in the right outfit, she thought she could still look pretty damn good.

She always made breakfast while Patrick got ready for work every morning; this had been their routine for years. They’d been married for 16 years, almost half of her life; at 34 years old, Patrick was older than her at 43. She never cared about his age; he was a very handsome man still and had been for as long as she could remember. He kept a neat stubble beard and short wavy hair; he was in pretty good shape still, but maybe not quite as he had been 20 years ago. But he kept up with regular exercise, and his job as a mechanic kept his hands rough and strong just the way she liked. He also had nice thick chest hair she always loved running her fingers through as they were snuggling on the couch or in bed. She did insist on shaving his back, though, and in turn, he had insisted she shave her pussy.

Her parents had been quite upset when they found out they were dating. He used to live next door when she was a little kid and would frequently babysit her for a few hours if her parents wanted to go shopping or something. He never did anything inappropriate when she was little, though; they hadn’t started dating until she was 12 and he was 20. Fortunately, her parents never found out about it until she was 16, otherwise, they would have almost certainly found a way to put a stop to it.

They certainly tried to keep them apart even when she was 16; they forbade her from seeing him; when that didn’t work, they even talked about moving away, but they never got the chance to go through with it. Once she turned 17, she moved in with Patrick, and when she turned 18, they got married. Her parents didn’t come to the wedding, which was fine; they would have just brought the mood down anyway. Patrick’s family all came, and they were all sweet and supportive and just thrilled for the both of them.

Now she had lived with him longer than she ever lived with her parents, and she was still just as much in love with him as she had been at 12. He obviously felt the same about her too, always making time for romance whether it was going away on little trips or going out to a romantic dinner or just hanging out at home to watch a bad movie together snuggled up on the couch.

Of course, it was no secret to her that he had other desires as well. They had started dating when she was 12 and he was 20 after all. She knew he still had an eye for the younger girls, but she also knew he was able to keep it under control. She was perfectly happy letting him stare at the cute little girls, and if she had the chance, she liked to get him off as he did so. Many times she’d sucked him off in the car as he looked at the kids at playgrounds, or given him handjobs under a blanket at the beach; that had all been well and good enough for both of them for years.

They’d agreed early on that they wouldn’t be having kids together. Neither of them really wanted children desperately anyway, and it would just complicate things. And that had been a great solution for almost a decade after they got married, but then at 27 Mona had suddenly gotten pregnant somehow. She’d been on the pill the entire time but must have messed something up and it somehow slipped through.

They were both Catholic so abortion was never even considered; they talked about maybe giving it up for adoption, but Mona realized soon enough she wouldn’t be able to go through with that either. Once her belly had started growing, and she could feel the little life moving around inside her, she knew she would never be able to give it up. So when she was 28, Kimberly was born. It complicated things right from the start. Patrick didn’t feel comfortable being alone with her; he would never change her diapers or bathe her; he was constantly terrified he would suddenly do something inappropriate to her.

Things had gotten better over the years as Kimberly got older and a little more independent; Patrick was a great dad despite the few things he wouldn’t allow himself to do for her. He was always ready to play or hug or snuggle or just talk to her and teach her things. He seemed to calm down a lot once she started speaking in full sentences, like he knew he wouldn’t be so easily able to get away with little things anymore. He’d even helped bathe her a few times just to get more comfortable with her nudity. Mona was incredibly proud of him for never acting on his desires and she knew how difficult it was for him sometimes. Lately, it seemed almost impossible to keep Kimberly’s clothes on around the house; she’d get dressed in the morning and left to play in her room, then 10 minutes later she’d be running naked through the house, driving Patrick up the walls.

Mona had even begun bringing Kimberly’s used panties into the bedroom, using them to jerk him off or just letting him smell and taste them. She didn’t know if she was doing the right thing; in a way, she knew she was just indulging and strengthening his desires, but she also knew it helped him get some release, and he felt so much better afterward.

As Kimberly got older Mona also started wondering how bad it would really be to allow him to play with her. She was sure he would never do anything to hurt her, so why shouldn’t her dad be allowed to share his love with her.

Those sorts of thoughts were on her mind a lot this morning as she prepared breakfast for him; last night Kimberly had spent at least 30 minutes while they watched TV sitting in his lap, wearing just her little pink panties; it was obvious he had enjoyed it, his cock was solid as a rock, and the bulge was very noticeable. But his face was pained as he sat and cuddled with her, he clearly felt terrible about the thoughts and desires she brought out in him. Mona couldn’t help but think there had to be a better way; Kimberly would probably have a lot of fun playing with his dick; they didn’t have to make it into some depraved and sick thing.

Of course then the real problem became how to keep Kimberly from talking to everyone about it. If it wasn’t something dirty and wrong, how could they explain the need to keep it secret from everyone? And what if Kimberly changed her mind as she got older, what if she decided it had been rape or sexual abuse and wanted nothing to do with either of them ever again? She couldn’t bear the thought of that.

Patrick came out of the bathroom just as breakfast was ready on the table. She could tell from the look on his face he’d been masturbating in the shower again. She didn’t mind that too much, although she had to admit she felt a little bit left out. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat down to eat “breakfast smells great, hon.” She sat down and slowly started to eat as well, she didn’t feel particularly hungry most mornings and today was no different. He chowed everything down in a hurry and always left for work much too early. He always tried to be out of the door before Kimberly woke up. If she came out half naked wanting hugs and snuggles from his he would be in a mood all day at work.

Mona suggested they send Kimberly off to stay with his parents for the weekend and they could go away somewhere for a couple of days by themselves. He thought it was a great idea and told her to find a nice little B&B somewhere, preferably one they hadn’t stayed at before.

When he finished eating he chugged the last of his coffee and put his dishes away. He gave Mona another kiss and told her he’d see her after work and he was out the door by 6:55. Mona stared at the half-eaten piece of toast on her own plate for a while before she finally got up and tossed it in the trash. She felt a little better knowing they’d get away by themselves for a couple of days. She was grateful his parents were always there to help out with whatever they needed.

She’d long suspected his parents were aware of his sexual interests as well; they never said anything about it or even really hinted at it. But they never asked questions if she called to ask one of them to come over if Patrick was going to be alone with Kimberly for a while—not once had they ever suggested he could just take care of her himself. It felt like this unspoken awareness shared between them that he should never be left alone with her. She had tried to ask him about it a few times, but he always just said they couldn’t possibly know anything and wouldn’t talk about it any further.

Mona was interested mostly because she would have loved someone she could talk to about it all. She could of course talk to Patrick, but for the most part he was content to just ignore the problems; it was always Mona coming up with solutions trying to get him to work through some of his desires in a safe and legal way. Maybe she couldn’t directly talk about solutions with his parents, but a little moral support would be nice from time to time.

She pushed it out of her mind for now; she was going to start planning their little weekend getaway instead. She turned on the computer to find a B&B somewhere; she’d normally use her phone for most of her internet browsing, but something like this the computer was just more convenient to get an overview and compare things. It had probably been at least 3 months since she’d last turned this computer on; Patrick used it regularly for work stuff otherwise they probably wouldn’t even own a computer.

 

Chapter 2

As the desktop loaded she noticed pretty quickly that he’d apparently switched browsers again; he’d used chrome for ages, then he’d switched to edge for a little bit, then firefox, now apparently he’d switched to one called “Tor Browser.” The purple icon stood out quite a bit among the others on the desktop. She never understood why he bothered switching—the websites all looked the same through them anyway. She double-clicked the little icon and waited; it seemed to take longer to load than their old browsers had.

It didn’t start up on google.com either; just some random page about the browser apparently. It wasn’t until she looked at the bookmarks toolbar she noticed something wasn’t quite right. “Taboo Talk,” “Pedo Central,” “Perverts Playground,” “CPShare,” and on and on. Dozens of bookmarks with similar titles. She clicked on “Taboo Talk” and quickly recognized it was a chatroom. It didn’t seem to require registration—just a username so she just filled in “MonaHanlon” and logged in.

There were hundreds of people in the room, a lot of people talking in the public section, a few people posting links to images over and over. She had a pretty good feeling what she was going to see if she clicked any of them, just based on the chat that was happening publicly. People were almost disturbingly frank about their interests, and within a minute she started getting private messages from people as well that were at least as frank and no less disturbing. One person in their first message to her wrote “Do you like to rape your children?” She decided she’d seen enough of what this site had to offer.

She clicked on the next bookmark to load up “Pedo Central”; it looked like a reddit type website, except it was completely plastered in photos of very young, naked children. Clicking around a bit more or less at random she landed on a page where people were apparently posting their own pictures. She could see there were close to 800 replies and each one seemed to contain photos of little girls having sex with grown men.

Her head was beginning to spin; she felt kind of sick to her stomach looking at it all. More than anything though she felt hurt that Patrick had kept this secret from her. She wasn’t angry about it, and she could understand why he might have kept it secret, but she had always tried to be supportive and understanding of his struggles; she felt like he should have been able to share this with her as well. She wondered if it was her fault, if she had somehow given him the impression that there were things she couldn’t handle or wouldn’t be okay with.

Clicking through to “Perverts Playground” it seemed very similar to the previous page, but reading through the thread titles this was seemingly a bit more hardcore; almost every thread contained words like “rape,” “destroy,” “ruin,” “suffer”—she didn’t click through to any of them after that.

Clicking onto “CPShare” it was more like a youtube type of page with a ton of videos, once again featuring mostly very young children, nude or in the company of men; she clicked onto a few of them, mostly just needing to confirm the content was actually real. It was all very real, she closed the browser again. She didn’t know what to do with this information; should she confront him about it, ignore it, pretend she just doesn’t know? She didn’t want to ambush him, although she was hurt that he’d kept it from her, and she had to admit, a little bit angry that he would risk everything they had together. What would happen to her and Kimberly if Patrick went to prison for looking at that stuff; how could she ever try to explain that her dad wasn’t a bad man if he was in prison for watching videos of children being raped?

She was about to switch off the computer when she had an idea; she opened the browser back up and created a new folder in the bookmarks toolbar, titled “I know” inside which she placed another folder, “please talk to me.” Inside which she placed folder a called “I love you!” She thought that should get the point across pretty well—it would give him a chance to know she was not angry with him, and it would give her some idea of just how frequently he accessed that stuff. She thought about scouring the computer to see if there was anything else but she heard the door to Kimberly’s room open, so she hurriedly shut everything down.

She greeted Kimberly with a kiss and a hug as she did every morning, today didn’t feel right though. She felt icky all over after seeing those images, and holding her beautiful little girl felt even worse. To think that she had almost convinced herself she wanted to let Patrick do that stuff to their daughter. The images of those little girls kept playing in her mind all day; she knew most of the pictures had shown girls who seemed to be having fun and be okay with what happened, but the ones playing in her mind was the images of girls crying and screaming. She would never want to see Kimberly looking like that.

When Patrick came home from work, she said nothing, they had a perfectly average evening together; had dinner, watched TV, played around with Kimberly. Mona decided to go to bed early; she wanted to give him a chance to get on the computer. Instead he joined her in bed a half hour later with nothing to say.

The next morning went as same as ever; she thought he may have been up during the night to watch stuff but apparently not. After he left for work, she got back on the computer, this time finding the proper browser and started looking for a B&B for them. It took a few hours of research; she always wanted everything to be just right before she settled on a spot for them, reading lots of reviews, looking at pictures from people who had been there. She finally decided on a cute little place about 150 miles away; it was further than they usually liked to go, but Patrick had said he wanted something new. It was run by an adorable elderly couple, only had a few rooms and was a bit out of the way so there would be nothing to disturb them except the chickens.

When Patrick got home everything was normal once more; she once again went to bed early. It was almost an hour and a half before Patrick joined her this time, but still he apparently had nothing to say to her except asking if she was alright since she was going to bed so early. She told him she was just really engrossed in a book she was reading and she went to bed early to read a bit more of it.

The next morning was uneventful as well; she was starting to feel like she was the crazy one. After he left for work, she went back to the computer and checked the browser again. The bookmarks she made were still there, as were all the others. She was curious to know more; the websites had painted a pretty dark picture, but those were just random user comments. Maybe Patrick only actually used them to look for the sweet stuff and just ignored all the rest.

She tried to search through the files on the computer. Her first search for “lovemaking” didn’t get any results. “Making love” was the same. “Loving” got a few results—they were all songs in mp3 format. Almost laughing to herself at how ridiculous it was, she typed in “Rape” and hit search. It took a while for the computer to hum and she figured there was nothing, but suddenly the list populated with hundreds of files all at once. Image files and video files all with awful descriptions of their contents. She could see all the files were hidden deep in a maze of folders but all contained within the same final folder.

Accessing that folder directly, there was a lot more than the search had shown. Not all of them had the word “Rape” in the titles, but all of them sounded just terrible. She opened a few of the photos, again just to confirm the content was actually real. It was definitely real. The first picture showed a young Asian girl with her arms and legs tied together as an overweight white man had sex with her. The man’s face was obscured, but the little girl definitely wasn’t enjoying herself. She looked at a few more photos and they were all very similar: men with obscured faces and crying children. She looked at one of the videos, but the ear-piercing screams made her turn it off after a few seconds.

To her astonishment, the folder contained well over 10,000 files. She made a new folder in there with subfolders containing the same message she had left on the browser. She turned off the computer when she heard Kimberly waking up. Even though this seemingly confirmed that Patrick liked the harder stuff, she felt less upset about it this time. Partly because she now understood why he had kept it secret; she was happy to play along with his harmless little fantasies, but this stuff was on a completely different level. She still wanted to be able to have an open and honest conversation about it with him, but she was feeling a lot less sure of what she was going to actually tell him.

After Patrick got home they had another normal evening. His parents came over for dinner as they usually did every Thursday, and they arranged for them to take Kimberly for the weekend so they could get away. His mother was always thrilled to get a couple of days with Kimberly and Kimberly herself was just as excited to spend a couple of days with grandma and grandpa. After they left Mona went to bed early-ish again to wait for Patrick and see if anything would happen tonight. She lay in bed reading for a while; she wouldn’t expect him to show up for another hour or so.

 

Chapter 3

He didn’t show up after an hour, and still hadn’t after an hour and a half. She started getting a little nervous as the clock approached midnight. At 12:05 she got out of bed to check on him; she found him sitting on the couch staring blankly at the television which was still switched off. It didn’t seem like he’d noticed her at all; he almost jumped off the couch as she sat down next to him. “Are you okay, honey?” she asked in her most soothing voice. He shook his head almost imperceptibly. She took one of his hands, “What happened?” He didn’t reply; she couldn’t tell if he hadn’t heard her or if he just didn’t know what to say.

She was beginning to hope this was about something completely unrelated; she hadn’t wanted to cause him this level of distress, “Did someone call? Are your parents okay?” she inquired. He still said nothing; she thought he might have shaken his head again but it was really hard to tell.

After close to 10 minutes of him sitting catatonically staring into nothing, he suddenly got to his feet, “I should leave.” He announced and strode towards the door, grabbing his keys in the process. She could hear the keys jingling like crazy in his shaking hand, and the lock on the door gave him no end of trouble before he finally opened it. He didn’t stop to put on his jacket or even shoes, just walked out the door in his socks. Mona followed him, but she wasn’t sure what to do. She definitely didn’t want him to drive in this condition, but she also didn’t want to force him to stay. “Where are you going, hon?” she called after him from the door, “Uh, away!” came the answer after a while.

Patrick was trying to get the key into the lock on the car, but it seemed more like he was just intent on scratching all the paint off the door. Mona calmly walked over to him and took the keys out of his hand; she unlocked the car using the fob on the key chain and took a seat in the passenger seat, and waited for him to get in. While she waited for him she slid the keys under her seat just in case he would try to lunge for them and try to drive off. It took the better part of a minute before he finally got into the car and tried to start it, seemingly thinking he still had the keys in his hand.

As he was desperately trying to turn the invisible key in the ignition she took his hand. “Why are you trying to leave?” she asked him, doing her best to remain calm despite the panic she felt growing inside herself. He didn’t answer the question, but after a minute he asked one of his own. “How long have you known?” She was tempted to ask what he was talking about it, just to make absolutely sure, but she didn’t want to put him through any more torture than he obviously was already. “About 3 days now.” She told him, feeling herself become a lot calmer since he was at least talking to her now.

“I have to leave.” He repeated once more trying to start the car. “Can’t we even talk about it?” she asked “What’s there to talk about?” “I’m a monster; I should never have been allowed near Kimberly in the first place.” “The best thing I can do for you both is to just leave.”

Mona could tell there was some kind of rationality in what he was saying, but she still wasn’t going to let this happen. “You’ve never done anything to hurt Kimberly.” “Not yet,” he budged in. “I don’t think you’d ever want to hurt her, but if you just disappear from her life that would hurt her more than anything you could do to her.” His hand fell away from the ignition as she said this. “This doesn’t have to change anything,” she told him, stroking his arm. “I only wanted to talk about this so I can be sure the police isn’t going to come knocking on our door someday.” He assured her he was being safe about it; he never shared anything, just downloaded it, and always protected his identity.

She didn’t know much about how computers worked, but she trusted his judgment, and if he said he was being safe, she believed it. “Well then, that’s settled,” she said with a smile. “Let’s go get some sleep, you look exhausted.” He looked into her eyes for the first time; he almost looked surprised that she wasn’t angry and upset with him. She was still a little bit upset that he had kept this from her, but she didn’t think now was a good time to talk about it. She grabbed the keys under her seat and got out of the car and walked over to the driver's side. She waited for a moment to see if he would get out but eventually opened the door for him and took his hand to pull him out of the seat.

Once she got him out, she closed the door and locked the car again with the fob, then led him back inside slowly. He was very unsteady on his feet and seemed barely aware of where he was, but she managed to get him into the bedroom and helped him undress. She got him into bed before she finally crawled in herself. He lay flat on his back staring into the ceiling; she snuggled up close to him and kissed him on the cheek. “Try to get some sleep, honey, everything will be fine.”

She lay her head on her pillow but kept one eye half open watching him. Even in the darkness, she could tell his eyes were still open. After five minutes or so, he finally closed them, and within seconds he started snoring. She felt a long drawn-out sigh escape her lips, and she finally closed her eyes as well.

When she woke up just before 6 the next morning, she shut off the alarm and crept quietly out of the bedroom without waking Patrick. He wasn’t going to work today, not after yesterday; he needed to just relax. She would call up his dad in another half hour to let him know—he owned the shop where Patrick had been working all his life, and it was no secret that Patrick got some special treatment now and then. She would just tell him they wanted to get ready for their trip.

She was disappointed but not entirely surprised when Patrick still got up at 6:15 like he always did even without the alarm to wake him. She managed to intercept him on his way to the bathroom, though, and told him she didn’t think he should be going to work. He tried to argue with her just a bit but relented pretty quick; he was still kind of drowsy from yesterday. She ordered him back into bed, telling him she’d take care of everything. He gave her a quick kiss and told her “You’re amazing.” Then shuffled back to the bedroom.

She called his dad at 6:30 to let him know Patrick wouldn’t be coming to work today; she also asked if they could drop off Kimberly today since they wanted to leave a day early. He told her with a laugh that he wasn’t authorized to make those sorts of decisions; she’d had to call and talk to his wife in an hour. That seemed to always be his answer for everything, but at least Mona knew that meant he was on board. She had some time to do a bit of tidying up around the house—not that it really needed it ever. She was almost always tidying things up as they happened. Kimberly woke up about 7:30 just as she was about to call, so she set her up with some breakfast first.

Mona didn’t like to change plans like this on such short notice; she always felt like she was taking advantage of their willingness to help out, so since Kimberly was awake anyway, she let her make the call to ask grandma if she could come over a day early. It was shamelessly manipulative, she knew that, but she also knew that they were all okay with it; she would agree no matter who called and for whatever reason.

She did agree after a little bit of performative consideration, just to tease Kimberly. Once they hung up the phone, Patrick came out of the bedroom. It wasn’t much of a surprise to Mona; Kimberly wasn’t exactly quiet at the best of times, and while speaking to someone on the phone was even louder. She ran to greet him as he came out, giving him a big hug with her face in his crotch. He jerked away from her and looked terribly ashamed toward Mona who was watching from the kitchen. Then he knelt down and gave her a careful and very awkward hug, seemingly trying not to touch her anywhere.

Mona couldn’t help but feel awful for the both of them; both of them wanted that hug but just because of his desires, he couldn’t allow himself to enjoy even a simple hug. She came over and picked up Kimberly, placing her on her hip, then told Patrick about the new plans. He seemed surprised to hear they were still going away but wouldn’t say so out loud, but he seemed happy enough to be leaving today regardless.

Then she carried Kimberly into the bathroom to give her a quick bath before getting her dressed for the day. She told Patrick he could hop in the shower at the same time, but he opted to wait until they were done, instead just going into the kitchen for some breakfast.

 

Chapter 4

They were packed and ready to leave just before noon, and five minutes later they were dropping off Kimberly with grandma. It took a good thirty minutes before they got away from there again despite Patrick barely saying a single word while they were there. He was obviously still not in a great place mentally, but Mona hoped that would all get better once he got away from it all for a few days.

As they were leaving, Mona got into the driver’s seat; Patrick tried to object but gave up after a couple of words left his lips and just got into the passenger seat. They drove in silence for close to fifteen minutes before Mona blurted out “Why have you never told me about these urges?” It came out a lot sharper than she had intended it, or maybe that was just how she really felt inside. He told her nothing she hadn’t already assumed; he was ashamed, he was scared, he didn’t want to admit it, he wasn’t sure how she would react. Frankly, his excuses made her feel almost angrier. “I thought we didn’t need to keep secrets from each other,” she said. “I’m kind of hurt that you never trusted me enough to tell me.”

He was taken aback by that response; he had assumed she was upset about the content he was watching, and she did admit that what little she had seen of it was unpleasant to look at. But she also didn’t like horror movies, and he was perfectly happy to watch those with her; just because she doesn’t like something doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to know if he does.

He seemed very relieved, and regained a lot of his energy after learning about her concerns. Despite her attitude the last few days since she discovered it, he was still kind of waiting for the hammer to drop and she’d let him know she was going to turn him in. She promised him she would never do anything like that; she still loved him and she always would, and nothing could ever change that. “Even if you raped Kimberly, I wouldn’t turn you in.” “I would encourage you to turn yourself in though.” She told him. He assured her he would rather take his own life before he ever did anything like that to Kimberly, and she had no doubt he was telling her the truth.

They talked at length about everything as they drove. Mona kept coming back to how much it hurt her that he didn’t trust her enough. Also bringing up the fact that knowing he was keeping things secret and keeping it bottled up inside made her more concerned that he might act on those thoughts. They were partners and she wanted to be there to help him carry his burdens as he helped her.

For his part, Patrick was starting to feel like quite the fool. He loved Mona, and he knew he could trust her with anything, and sitting here now he could feel that he had always known this would be so much easier if he’d had someone he could talk to about it. Other than just anonymous chat users. He wasn’t even sure why he had somehow convinced himself this would be the last straw for Mona; she had accepted everything else about him and if anything it had only ever made their relationship stronger when he was open with her.

He apologized sincerely and promised that he would never keep anything from her in the future. “Except maybe, what I’m getting you for your birthday.” He said with a smile. “Another John Grisham novel?” she laughed back. “Darn, how did you know?” he tried to laugh back but he wasn’t really feeling like he could muster even fake laughter right now.

About halfway there, she turned towards a small town that was a few minutes out of the way. Patrick probably thought she was looking for a place to go to the bathroom, but she had much different plans. She drove around for a bit scouting out the town before she found what she was looking for and pulled into a parking spot. As they came to a stop, Patrick was already on his way out of the door to stretch his legs. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the seat “what is it?” he asked. She didn’t say anything at first, just pointed straight ahead. He understood what she was trying to do when he looked over at the playground. “I thought you might want to relieve some of that pressure.” She told him sweetly, and placed a hand on his thigh. She knew it was a bit of a risky move in his current state, but she wanted him to know that she was truly okay with whatever fantasies he had.

She rubbed her hand up and down his thigh slowly going further and further up, until she finally reached his crotch and felt that he was more excited than he was letting on. He knew the game was up when she ran her fingers across his hard cock, and reached into the back seat for a blanket to throw across his lap. She was already starting to unbutton his jeans with one hand as he scurried to cover himself. He barely got the blanket to cover himself before she popped it out of his pants with a satisfied smile across her lips. She snuggled herself close to him as she began rubbing his throbbing cock up and down, she finally leaned in to kiss him on the lips, “I love you, honey.” She told him as she increased the pace of her hand movements just a little bit. He took a deep breath with his eyes closed, “I love you too, baby.”

She looked out over the playground, part of their little game was always for Mona to guess which of the girls he was fantasizing about. She noted all the girls that were out there before asking “have you picked one yet?” He nodded slowly before telling her “oh yeah!” which indicated to her that there was a very obvious choice. “The little blonde girl in the white dress?” she guessed. “She’s cute, but no.” She took another look, “the little black girl with her panties showing?” he apparently hadn’t even noticed that because he looked towards the black girl as she said it. “No, but thanks.” He said with a little laugh.

Judging from his head movement towards the black girl it seemed like Mona was looking at the wrong section of the playground. “Don’t tell me it’s the little dark haired girl in the sandbox?” He nodded slowly. She upped her speed a little and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, “you’re awful.” “She can’t be more than 3 years old.” “She’s probably still in diapers.” She knew those sorts of comments turned him on. It was sort of curious that he was afraid she would be offended by his porn, but he also wanted her to act offended during these little sessions. “Why her?” she whispered. She was always curious to know what drew him to specific girls. “Something about her lips, and those creamy little thighs.” He said in a low moan.

“She would probably start crying at the sight of your hard cock.” She felt a jerk through his entire body and his hand grasped her wrist to pause it for a moment. “Imagine how much she would cry if you tried to force it between those pretty, soft, red lips.” She whispered softly right into his ear, her lips almost making contact with it. “You probably wouldn’t stop no matter how much she struggled or cried huh?” He kept holding onto her wrist keeping her hand from stimulating him further. “And you’d paint the pretty, tear stained face with your thick juicy cum wouldn’t you?” as she said those words he closed his eyes and she felt his cock spasm in her hand, then felt the warm gloopy cum run down over her fingers.

She was pretty surprised at the effect those few words had on him; she’d never seen him cum that quick and without physical stimulation before. There was something exciting about that, even if she didn’t much care for the words themselves. She kissed him on the lips and told him she loved him again. Then she pulled her hand back out and licked her fingers clean before starting the car and driving off. They drove out of the town quickly and in silence except for Patrick’s continued panting. Once they got back on the main road he found some napkins in the glove box to clean himself up. “I’m sorry about that.” He told her.

She asked why he was apologizing, telling him she loved it. He didn’t seem entirely convinced by that. He said he was sorry for having that reaction to something so terrible. Of course she told him he had nothing to feel sorry about, it was all just fantasy and make-believe. But he still couldn’t be convinced to not feel bad about it. She dropped it for now, she didn’t like the idea of him feeling guilty about urges he had no control over but she knew it was a process before he could come to terms with it. Just as it had been when they first started these little excursions. He was always far more uncomfortable than she was about doing these things, but he’d get over that eventually.

 

Chapter 5

The release definitely seemed to help to clear his head, the rest of the trip was spent talking like they always did about this and that and nothing at all. Laughing and teasing and just enjoying each other’s company. Once they arrived at the small B&B she felt like he was completely back to normal. He even led the conversation with the sweet young girl who greeted them as they arrived. She got them checked in and showed them to their room. Mona couldn’t help but be a little curious about the elderly couple who owned the place; it turned out she was their granddaughter. She told them how the whole family would pitch in now and then since they’d gotten up in age; it was hard for them to keep things running by themselves. But she told them they were usually around somewhere so she was sure to run into them at some point.

Mona nudged Patrick to let him know to give the girl a nice tip, not that she needed to do that—the girl couldn’t have been a day over 15—and Patrick was already smitten with her before they reached the room. Although that was probably less related to her age and more just her sweet bubbly personality.

As they usually did once they were alone in the room, they went exploring in silence, both to check out what was in the room and to try to determine how much sound travels in the building. Sometimes they got a little overly excited during their getaways, and they didn’t want to wake up to complaints from the other residents as had happened a few times. They didn’t hear anyone else in the house; of course, that could just mean the house is mostly empty. There was a nice big bed in the center of the room, shag carpets on the floor, a TV and a couple of comfortable chairs. Off to one side was a small table with a couple of dining chairs and a candle on the table. In the tiny bathroom was a shower and a toilet and a sink and a single shelf for their toiletries. Everything in the bathroom was a pale shade of blue with white trims; it was very cute and very 70’s.

Mona always wondered about elderly people running places like this. They must know 90% of people who come here are just here to get away from their responsibilities at home so they can fuck all weekend. Sure, the places were usually made up to look cute and romantic, but she would bet a B&B banning sex would fold in a week. So why were so many elderly people interested in making places for people to fuck? She didn’t really care about the answer; maybe they just liked to think about all the babies that were no doubt conceived here, and since that part of their own lives was over this was a way for them to still be involved in the creation of new life. Maybe they just got off on knowing all those younger people were fucking all night, and they’d be banging each other’s brains out as they thought about it.

There were lots of little knick-knacks in the room, small ceramic animal figures, probably made by their children or grandchildren; terrible paintings on the walls which despite their poor quality still managed to set the right mood somehow. Lots of seemingly homemade throw pillows on the bed and on the chairs, embroidered runners across the vanity and on and on. Everything was just terribly cute and she loved it.

They left the room to explore the place some more. Out in the back yard they met the elderly owners and sat down to talk to them for a while; eventually, they were joined by the other couple staying there this weekend. A sweet enough young couple who had been married for 2 years, though Mona was more interested in talking to the owners, asking questions about every little aspect of the house and everything in the rooms. Patrick never cared much for that sort of talk but he was just content to sit and watch Mona enjoying herself.

It was starting to feel just like any other time they’d gone away together; Patrick still seemed a bit more sluggish from the stress he’d gone through over the past 24 hours, but he was getting better by the hour now. At the recommendation of the owners, they had dinner at a small restaurant about 10 minutes away; the food was fine, but not great. The ambiance however was lovely and the people running the place very friendly.

They got back to their room about 9 PM and started unpacking and getting set up. Patrick was quite surprised when Mona brought out the laptop she’d packed in the bottom of her suitcase; she was curious to have him show her some of his favorite stuff on there. Although she didn’t really enjoy what she had seen before, she thought maybe seeing it through his eyes would help her feel better about it, though she didn’t tell him that was the reason yet. She knew if he found out just how upsetting she had found some of it he wouldn’t want her to see any more of it.

As she booted up the computer it was pretty obvious he was still uncomfortable about it anyway. He was saying he didn’t think this was such a good idea, and what if someone heard it, what if someone walked in and saw it, and excuses upon excuses. Mona reminded him the door was locked and they could just keep the volume really low or turn it off completely. She climbed into bed, nude, with the laptop and waited for him to follow her. As she watched him get undressed it became pretty obvious his reluctance wasn’t entirely real; his dick was hard and he gave her an apologetic little smile when it popped out. When he got into bed she handed the laptop off to him and he placed it next to him on the bed. She snuggled up close to him and prepared herself mentally for what she was about to see while she got a firm grip around his cock with one hand and let the other run across his chest hair.

She gave him a soft kiss on the lips and told him everything would be fine as she noticed his fingers trembling while he tried to navigate to the folder she had discovered earlier. Once he reached the right folder he turned back to her, “Are you sure you want to see this?” She nodded with a soft smile on her face, then gave him another gentle kiss on the lips. “If it’s important to you, I want to be a part of it.” He took a deep breath as he turned back to the computer, despite his nervousness his cock was as hard as she had ever felt it.

He scrolled through the list of files for a while then turned back to her. “Anything in particular you want to see?” She smiled at his obvious attempt at stalling. “Whatever you like the most, honey,” she told him. He turned back to the computer once more, “it’s so hard to choose…” he grumbled for a minute or two. Finally, she had to stop him; it was obvious he was never going to make a choice at this rate. She pointed to a random video file and told him, “That one.” Judging from his reaction, she felt like she’d made a good choice; he paused for a moment, and she felt his cock twitch. “Oh, okay…” he said. He had some trouble double clicking the file; she couldn’t tell if it was him stalling or just the trembling causing it.

The video showed an awfully pretty little Latina girl, maybe 8 or 9 years old. She had long dark hair and big brown eyes that were looking pained and sad right now, as she stared into the camera. She was sitting on the edge of a bed while someone was jiggling the camera around. Patrick’s cock was throbbing in her hand as they both stared at the screen. When the man appeared from behind the camera he was naked, his cock stood straight out in front of him. He was Latino as well, probably mid to late 30’s, very muscular and his dick was pretty big as well. Although his face was obscured Mona felt he certainly wasn’t the kind of man who would have trouble attracting attention from women his own age.

The girl would flinch every time he walked near her; she dried her eyes a few times with the back of her hand. It would have made her very uncomfortable to watch this by herself, but laying here with Patrick, feeling how excited it made him, she felt pretty good about it. When the man suddenly grabbed the little girl by the hair and pulled her onto the floor on her knees, Mona couldn’t help but flinch a bit herself. Patrick swiftly paused the video and turned to her, making sure she was okay. She apologized and told him to keep playing, telling him she’d be okay.

She wrapped his arm around herself and rested her head against his shoulder as he started the video up again, not unlike their usual position for watching horror movies. The man thrust his cock against her lips but she kept them tightly closed, not allowing him access to her mouth. The volume was too low to really hear what they were saying, and she was pretty sure it was in Spanish anyway, but the fist the man made towards the girl seemed very clear to understand. Her lips parted slowly and his cock finally gained entry. He thrust hard and fast in and out of her mouth, keeping a firm grip on her hair the entire time. She was crying a lot now and trying to use her arms to shield herself and push him away, but obviously didn’t stand a chance against him.

Patrick’s cock was hard and throbbing, she didn’t dare to start jerking him off, feeling pretty sure he would cum almost instantly. She did allow her fingers to slide gently up and down the length of his shaft, enjoying his hardness and excitement. They were both silent as they watched; Mona had plenty of questions she wanted to ask, but that would have to wait.

After a couple of minutes of the man using the girl’s mouth and her doing her best to struggle against him, her hand seemed to slip accidentally and hit him between the legs. It was obvious to Mona it had been an accident, the girl was trying to push against his thigh and her hand slipped. But the man seemed to be furious, even with the low volume she could hear him shouting at the girl, pointing his fist at her again, before finally slapping her hard in the face. Mona had to turn her face away into Patrick’s shoulder, while his arm around her rubbed her back soothingly. A single tear escaped from her eye but she didn’t think Patrick had noticed it. His cock was so hard and he was watching so intently, she didn’t want to ruin the experience for him by crying.

She finally had to look back to the screen when she heard loud screaming, the girl was on all fours on the bed with the man behind her, having sex with her. She was staring straight at the camera, her pretty face twisted with pain and fear as the man raped her. Mona turned her face away again; she began jerking Patrick off now while kissing his shoulder. As awful as the video was to watch, it was even worse for Mona to think that poor Patrick had to watch something so terrible in order to get sexual release. It made her love him so much more, knowing that he had those desires but he managed to keep them in check for her and Kimberly. But it also hurt her to know that he had such strong desires for something he would never allow himself to experience.

She could hear the little girl screaming and howling and crying; she would peek at the screen now and then just to see the man continue to rape her, pull her hair, slap her face or ass. Meanwhile Patrick started groaning excitedly as she rubbed his cock. Something happened in the video, Mona didn’t look at the screen this time. The girl let out an ear-piercing shriek. It made her lose what little control she had left of her eyes and tears started flowing down her face and her hand sped up on Patrick’s cock. She buried her face in his chest wiping her tears on his chest hair, hoping the continued kisses would prevent him from noticing the wetness. Seconds after the shrieking had begun Patrick let out a loud moan and she felt his muscles tighten as he came in her hand. She felt his sperm running down over her fingers once again; she rubbed it all into his cock with the one hand as she still kept her face buried in his chest and not looking at the computer screen.

Patrick was panting hard, “That…felt amazing.” He told her. She was glad he’d enjoyed himself, but she knew she couldn’t keep her face hidden for much longer. He would see the truth and start to feel bad. He ran his hand over her long hair and kissed her on top of her head, “Are you okay, baby?” he asked sounding annoyingly concerned, it was the tone of voice she knew she wouldn’t be able to ignore. She nodded against his chest, hoping that might be satisfactory. No such luck though; he put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her back from his chest. Tears were still streaming down her face, tears for the suffering of the little girl, tears for the suffering Patrick had to go through, tears for her not knowing how to make any of them feel better.

Patrick quickly closed the lid of the laptop when he saw her face; she sniffled and wiped her eyes, trying to laugh it off a bit, but knowing there was no way to make it convincing. He gave her a tight hug and apologized for putting her through that; she tried to tell him she’d be fine, but he told her she’d never have to sit through it again if she didn’t want to. She couldn’t ignore the fact that his cock seemed to be getting harder again, especially when she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

She snuggled up to his chest with his strong arms around her. She wrapped her fingers around his still-hardening cock, “I think you like it when I cry.” She told him sweetly, with a little performative sniffle at the end. She was starting to wonder if maybe that could be a way she could give him a little taste of what he so desired.

More than anything she wanted to have him just be happy and satisfied; in a lot of ways it angered and saddened her to know she would never be able to truly give him what he wanted. She could play along with his fantasies, let him look at little girls when they were out, even let him watch child porn, but all that was just a band-aid on the gaping pit of desire he had inside that could never be filled.

“A part of me likes it.” He told her after considering it for a moment. His voice was distant and ashamed as he said it. “What if I told you I don’t mind crying?” she asked. “I would say you were lying.” He told her, giving her a little squeeze and a kiss. He was right, of course; she never did like crying much, although right now she was enjoying him comforting her. She felt like she could learn to enjoy it all the same, especially if he enjoyed it too.

“But what if I told you,” he said, “I’d be okay with it, and you wouldn’t have to feel bad about it?” She told him it was sweet of her to try, but she didn’t think she could ever really be okay with something like that. She reminded him that it had just happened, and she was fine with it now. It was a little uncomfortable in the moment, but it also felt good to give him something he desired. He seemed to consider it for a while, as far as she could tell from his cock, he liked the thought of it at least. She wriggled out of his grasp so she could get down low enough to wrap her lips around his cock. She didn’t say anything, didn’t want to disturb his thoughts right now. She knew he always wanted to think through everything thoroughly before jumping in.

This time didn’t take him too long to come to a conclusion it seemed. As he opened the laptop back up, she smiled up at him around his dick. He stroked her hair softly “are you sure you want to do this?” he asked; she just nodded. He seemed a little apprehensive but he still found a video pretty quickly and loaded it up, turning the screen towards her. He then leaned his head back and closed his eyes, just enjoying her mouth working on him.

The video was heartbreaking right from the start, another man—his face obscured—sitting on a desk chair with a very small naked girl on his lap. The camera was low and pointing right up at her crotch. His cock was hard and covering the view of her pussy; she was crying, sobbing, and gasping for breath. The man’s hands spread her legs wider and pulled her slightly to the side until her spread open pussy came into view.

Except for the girl’s panicked sobbing there didn’t seem to be anything particularly bad happening in the video though. Until about a minute in when he lifted her up and positioned his cock against her asshole, it slipped in much too easily for that tiny girl; clearly, it wasn’t the first time. At first, the girl barely seemed to notice what was happening but once he got the full length of his cock inside her, she started really screaming.

Mona’s tears came at almost the same time. She wanted to look away, but she didn’t let herself. She kept her eyes glued to the screen as she felt her tears streaming down her cheeks. The man gripped the little girl’s thighs tightly with both hands and started moving her up and down on his cock, kind of slow at first, but soon picking up speed. She wasn’t sure if Patrick was watching her, if he even knew she was crying yet. But when the first tear reached her top lip and dripped onto the shaft of his cock, she felt his entire body jerk. She thought he might cum already so she stopped to give him a moment to recover.

She didn’t start up again until she felt Patrick’s hand push her head towards his cock again. She’d kept her face just above it the whole time, and putting it back in her mouth now she could taste her own salty tears all over it. Her crying only intensified as the video progressed; she thought she might actually throw up when she heard the little girl screaming “mama” over and over. It was one of the most horrific things she’d ever seen or heard.

Patrick had a much different reaction though, when the girl cried out she felt his hand on the back of her head again, pushing her deeper onto his cock. She once again felt awful for him; it was terrible what he was watching, but it was almost worse that this was the kind of thing that he felt compelled to watch. She knew he was a good man who would never hurt a fly, but something inside him still caused him to be attracted to this awful stuff. The man in the video pulled out of the girl’s ass, grabbed his cock and jerked himself off until he came up across her chest with a very deep moan. She thought to herself she’d never made Patrick cum as much as that man did; he almost covered the girl’s entire chest, and it ran down across her stomach.

Only moments later she felt Patrick’s hand on the back of her head holding her in place as he began to cum into her mouth. She dutifully swallowed every drop as she always did. Even though she couldn’t really see the amount, she was pretty sure it was a lot less than the man in the video. She wondered how much Patrick would cum if he got to actually fuck the kind of girl he desired most.

When he was spent and she had swallowed every drop, Mona crawled back into his arms and started sobbing into his chest for a couple of minutes until she regained her composure. The first thing she said to him “Did you like that, honey?” as she was still wiping her tears. He gave her a long, deep kiss, which seemed an adequate answer to her. She felt surprisingly good after the kiss; she felt like she’d actually given him something that he had desperately wanted for a long time, something he probably hadn’t even been able to admit to himself that he wanted.

As she felt the last of her tears drying up finally, she gave him a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you for sharing this with me.” It was barely 10 PM, and she wanted to do so much more, but she felt so emotionally drained she just couldn’t muster the energy for it. Instead, she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

 

Chapter 6

When she woke up she was on the left side of the bed; she figured Patrick must have moved her after she fell asleep, though she had no memory of it at all. He was still in bed too but wide awake and reading on his Kindle. She sat up and kissed him “I love you so much, honey.” She told him with a big smile on her face. Despite how draining it had been last night, she was feeling great now, and she wanted to make sure he knew it. “I love you too, baby,” he told her. “Last night was amazing; only wish you hadn’t fallen asleep so early.” She looked apologetically at him, “I’ll try to make up for it tonight.” He put a hand on her thigh and gave it a firm squeeze, “You’d better, or I’ll give you something to cry about.” He teased with a little laugh. “I hope so,” she told him cheerfully as she hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom.

After a quick shower they joined the rest of the house for a way-too-big breakfast at 9 AM; there was at least three different types of homemade bread not including the two different homemade rolls, coffee, orange juice, apple juice, grapefruit juice, milk, and water. There were also cereals and yogurts of multiple different varieties. It was just two couples staying at the place at the moment, and after they had all eaten their fill and then some it looked like almost nothing had been eaten.

It seemed prohibitively expensive, not to mention a little wasteful, to set all this up every morning. But as the young girl they’d met yesterday told her, her grandmother loves to bake, and most of the extended family and friends usually stop by to grab some fresh bread every day, so very little was actually wasted. She couldn’t help but envy that little old couple a bit; their life seemed like something out of a storybook. A simple life but filled with love and pleasant people all around them.

After breakfast they decided to go out for a walk, enjoy the nice weather, and experience nature for a while. The girl had suggested they go to a small lake nearby, she told them was just the loveliest little place to just relax and catch some sun. It was about 30 minutes away past a few small houses, and through a wooded area. The lake, at least from a distance, looked like something out of a storybook as well, sitting in a small clearing among the trees. On closer inspection though, the area might be nice, but the water was definitely not something Mona felt any urge to get into, and downwind the smell of the brackish water was pretty bad.

They walked around to the other side and found a nice little spot in the sun to throw down a blanket and lay down. The area seemed pretty deserted, tempting Mona with naughty ideas she knew she’d never follow through with. You’d never know when someone might show up after all. Instead they just lay there snuggling a bit, making a bit, mostly just chatting away about everything and nothing at all.

After about an hour Patrick suddenly got very quiet. She was laying with her head in his lap and looking up at him could see he was thinking very hard about something. She worried he might be starting to regret what they had done yesterday, though she felt pretty sure she could convince him it was perfectly fine what they had done and they had both enjoyed it in their own ways.

That wasn’t the issue Patrick brought up when he finally spoke though, “There’s something I have to tell you,” he started. “If I’m going to be honest with you about everything.” His voice sounded pained and almost scared. Mona sat up on her elbow and took his hand, “Whatever it is, you can talk to me about it,” she tried to sound encouraging, but something about the way he sounded made her nervous; if he was about to admit he’d cheated on her or something she wasn’t sure how she would react. If he had she felt like she’d rather not know, but she had insisted that she wanted honesty and for them to be open with each other. She’d have to accept the consequences of that just as he did.

“Do you remember when my parents moved in next to you?” he asked at length, she’d been barely 5 years old at the time and she didn’t really, but she knew enough of the story to feel comfortable saying “yes, of course.” The knot in her stomach loosened slightly; it didn’t seem like this was heading towards him cheating on her at least.

He was silent for a long moment again, “We’d had to move because of me,” Mona sat up on her knees now looking into his face still holding his hand tight “What happened?” she hated the way her voice sounded as she said it, like she was talking to a 3 year old who just skimmed his knee. Patrick didn’t seem to take notice of it; he just stared out at the water for a while.

He finally took a deep breath and closed his eyes, “I raped a girl,” he said almost getting choked up as he spoke the words. It was pretty shocking to hear, but Mona inched a little closer to him, “You must have been just a child,” she blurted out, “I was 13,” he told her, as she very well knew. She moved a little closer again, never letting go of his hand, as he started telling the full story.

The girl he had raped was 4 years old; she had been so beautiful and sexy to him, he was babysitting her and just lost control of himself when she had jumped naked into his lap. He had pinned her down and raped her vaginally then an hour later’d raped her anally. After that, he had given her a bath to try and clean her up. He’d threatened and bribed her to stay quiet about it, but her parents noticed something was wrong the moment they got her clothes off.

Because of his age everyone had agreed not to get the cops involved, his parents offered to pay for any treatment the girl might need due to the incident, “They’re probably still paying for her therapy,” he said with no hint of blame towards the girl. Just shame and regret in his voice. Mona was starting to tear up as well, fortunately Patrick wasn’t looking at her face, still just staring out over the water.

They had tried to make it work for a little while, maybe a couple of weeks. But it was pretty obvious they weren’t welcome in the neighborhood anymore after what he had done. His parents had never blamed him for what happened and had always been supportive of him despite everything. “In a lot of ways I feel like I did the same thing to you,” he finally said letting his gaze drop down to stare at the ground. “You never raped me,” “You’ve never done anything to hurt me.” She tried, but she knew that wasn’t exactly true, at least not legally.

“You were 12!” he stated very firmly despite his voice cracking slightly. “I was mature for my age,” she told him slipping a small laugh out through her tears. Patrick didn’t laugh. “You were a child,” She knew she wasn’t going to convince him he was wrong about that; she couldn’t even convince herself. “I’m not a child anymore,” was the best she could think of to tell him. “And I still love you.” “Whatever brought us to this point in our lives, must have been right somehow,” He lay down on his back on the blanket, like he was trying to make that make sense in his head. She quickly snuggled up next to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for telling me.”

They lay in silence for a few minutes when she got up on her elbow again. “Did you ever do anything with me when I was little?” Something about the way she asked that question seemed to snap him out of whatever state of mind he was in and let out a small laugh. “No, baby, never,” “I just enjoyed playing with you.” She lay back down putting an arm around his chest as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the other girl. She knew that was fucked up, but she was kind of disappointed that he had been able to resist doing anything to her. Seemed like that meant the other girl was more appealing than she was.

Mona wasn’t sure what to tell him; she wanted him to know she was okay with it, but it seemed pretty obvious that he wasn’t okay with it himself. She felt like anything she might say to justify it would just come across as insensitive. “Do you parents know you still have those urges?” she asked eventually. He told her he wasn’t sure they ever really believed he had those urges to begin with; they’d just thought it was a momentary lapse in judgment from a hormonal teenager. Mona didn’t doubt that was what he really believed, but she suspected her in-laws knew more than they had let on in front of him. Of course she would never tell him that, that was going to be up to them.

She just lay in his arms for a long time, trying to make him feel that she still loved him and that knowing this part of his life hadn’t changed anything for her. They both just stared across the small lake, watching the reflection of the sun passing above it, not speaking much at first, but eventually they started talking about this and that once more. After an hour they’d pretty much both forgotten what they had been talking about and things seemed normal again once they got up and started walking back.

Once they made it back to their room they climbed into bed and made love, not watching anything bad, not getting dirty or nasty about it, just the two of them enjoying each other with no distractions. It felt like the best sex Mona had ever had, but at the same time she felt painfully aware that it wasn’t what he really wanted. Afterward, she fell asleep lying next to him as he was reading.

 

Chapter 7

She woke up an hour later having had the strangest dream; thinking back on it now it seemed like a nightmare, but it had felt so nice and pleasant. Patrick had been raping Kimberly who was screaming and crying underneath him; Mona had been holding her arms above her head and kissing Patrick. In the dream she had felt completely unbothered by the crying and the suffering they were inflicting on her. Like most dreams, it was almost gone from her mind by the time she sat up in bed, and she didn’t exactly want to try to analyze what it meant anyway.

She left Patrick in bed to read and headed out to mingle a bit with the other people in the house. She was pretty surprised how comfortable she felt about everything that had been happening the last few days. She would have thought she’d be feeling a lot of shame and anxiety, but everything just felt nice and normal. Sitting out in the yard talking to the elderly owners, she felt no negative feelings as she talked to them about Kimberly; she fully expected some kind of guilt to creep in, but there was apparently nothing. Of course they hadn’t actually done anything to Kimberly, so it’s not like she really had anything to feel guilty about.

They went a little bit out of the way for dinner that night, driving to a bigger town about forty-five minutes away so they could go to a fancy restaurant. Neither of them particularly cared for fancy restaurants, but there was just something romantic about it they both appreciated anyway. Patrick seemed to be in a great mood despite the unpleasantness earlier, which was rapidly improving Mona’s mood as well; the wine at dinner didn’t hurt their mood either.

When they returned from dinner, Patrick wasted no time stripping off his clothes and bringing the laptop into bed. Mona blew him a kiss, “I’ll be back in a moment,” she told him and went into the bathroom. After she peed, she stood in front of the mirror trying to psych herself up for a good, long cry. She was a bit surprised that she seemed to almost be looking forward to it; she didn’t like the crying, she definitely didn’t like the thing that was making her cry, but she loved the way she was able to make Patrick feel. That seemed more important than anything to her.

Back in the bedroom, Patrick was already busy enjoying himself. He was rubbing his cock on the bed with a video going on the computer already. She could hear the crying and screaming as soon as she opened the door to the bathroom. She climbed into bed and snuggled up under his arm. He leaned down to kiss her, and she eagerly accepted. “I love that we can be so comfortable with each other now,” she told him, glancing at the screen now and then to see the cute little black girl being anally raped by a fat white man. “I never realized how stressed out I was about keeping this secret,” he said. “I feel so relaxed now that I don’t have to sneak around.” She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes for a moment, just feeling the soothing rise and fall as he breathed slowly, and the rapid beating of his heart revealing his excitement.

“Are you tired?” he asked, sounding a little concerned that she might fall asleep. “No, not at all,” she answered, opening her eyes to look up at him. She raised herself up to kiss him on the lips before scooting back down to the level of his dick to suck it. She couldn’t see the screen of the computer from this angle, which suited her just fine. He could enjoy watching it while she could just enjoy his cock. If she felt like she could get away with it, she’d never take his cock out of her mouth again. She loved to suck it; ever since they first got together it had been her favorite thing. She loved the musky, salty taste of it, she loved the way it reacted to her tongue playing around on it, she loved to tease the big fat head of it gently with her tongue, she even loved the way the big fat veins on his shaft felt as she ran her lips across them.

It wasn’t going to last for long, however; the video seemed to end, and Patrick started clicking around on the computer. She heard the familiar double click of a new video starting, and he started sitting up forcing her mouth off his cock. He maneuvered the laptop down to the foot of the bed and sat up on his knees, she smiled at him knowing exactly what he wanted. She got on her hands and knees facing the laptop, arching her back and sticking her butt way up in the air.

She felt his fingers exploring her pussy; she couldn’t help but let out a little moan more from anticipation than anything else. Of course, when she finally focused on the computer screen it took her out of it quickly. A tiny girl probably two or three years old was hanging naked upside down from a rope tied onto her ankles, the only reason she wasn’t currently screaming was that a man had his cock forced deep into her mouth; he was holding her head on his cock with one hand while very roughly groping at her pussy with the other. His face was blurred out just like the other videos, it always seemed a shame to her. Maybe if she could see on their faces how much they were loving it, the videos might not seem so bad.

The man in the video was so rough with the little girl’s head, yanking it around as she swung back and forth with every thrust of his cock into her mouth; if not for the girl’s arms flailing around she would have thought it was a doll of some type. Once he took his cock out of her mouth, she instantly started crying and screaming; he slapped her face twice and seemed to tell her to be quiet in another language. It didn’t do much to quiet the girl down however, and the sounds of her crying were tearing at Mona from the inside. Her own tears started flowing, and at the first sniffle she felt Patrick’s cock poke against her pussy. As he slowly slid inside her it felt almost comforting, and she almost had to force herself to keep her eyes on the screen to keep the tears flowing.

The man in the video was untying the rope holding up the little girl from the hook in the wall. The girl dropped about three feet onto a mattress on the floor with a loud thud and bang when her legs landed off the mattress. She stopped her crying for a moment as she fell but started crying even louder than before soon after. Patrick’s cock felt amazing filling her pussy right now. It somehow felt bigger than ever, probably due to all her muscles being tensed up. Patrick seemed to be feeling it too; he was already moaning and moving a lot faster than normal.

The girl was trying to sit up but her legs were still tied together and she was struggling a bit; the man picked her up and placed her back down on her stomach, then moved the camera down to get a better angle right next to her tiny body. His cock looked impossibly huge as he straddled her legs and let it rest across her ass. He poured lube on his cock and then pried her cheeks apart with one hand as the other held his cock in place, ready to penetrate. Mona started sobbing and lowered her head; she didn’t want to see what was about to happen; she knew a cock that size would destroy that little girl.

Suddenly, without warning, Patrick gripped her hair, pulling her face back up hard. Leaning down, he told her, “Don’t look away, watch her get raped.” Through gritted teeth, he thrust in her pussy, never stopping. He was panting and groaning; Mona was crying harder now; she felt a little bit scared of him all of a sudden, but his cock still felt amazing inside of her despite her fear. She watched the big hard cock in the video almost effortlessly penetrate the small girl’s asshole. At least it looked effortless—the girl’s piercing screams told a much different story. Patrick let out a very pleased groan as he watched it; Mona’s muscles all seemed to contract at the same time, squeezing his cock just amazingly.

He leaned all the way down, resting his chest against her back, reaching a hand underneath her and up to hold onto her chin, keeping her eyes firmly pointed at the screen. He kissed the back of her neck at the same time and told her how much he loved her. Still, his cock never stopped pounding inside her pussy; she was still bawling her eyes out as the man in the video continued fucking the little girl’s asshole. Loose, runny shit was being forced out of her with every thrust, but he didn’t seem to care at all; after the first half dozen thrusts, she definitely saw blood mixed in with the shit as well.

“Christy left shit all over my cock too when I raped her,” he whispered into her ear. “It made me so fucking angry; I grabbed her hair and bounced her head off the floor.” His thrusts became slower and deeper now; despite herself, Mona couldn’t stop the feeling growing inside her. “I wanted to rape her again…and again…and again,” he told her, punctuating each “again” with a sudden thrust of his cock into her. The man in the video pulled his cock out, covered in shit and blood, and sprayed cum all over the tiny ass, but Mona saw almost none of it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed out an orgasm more intense than she had ever felt before; her entire body felt like it was floating in space as wave after wave ran through her. She didn’t even realize Patrick had cum as well until he collapsed next to her on the bed.

Thirty seconds later there was a knock at the door, and a woman’s voice asking if they were okay in there. Patrick quickly flipped down the lid on the laptop just in case then called out, “We’re fine, thanks; sorry about that noise.” The reply came quickly, “Okay, just try to keep it down a little; goodnight.” Patrick replied with “We will, sorry, goodnight.” Mona rolled over, facing him, and buried her face in his chest. For a moment he thought she was still crying, but it soon became clear she was shaking with laughter. “I’ve never heard you make sounds like that before,” Patrick teased her, causing the laughter to linger for even longer.

When the laughter finally died down after a couple of minutes, he apologized for getting so rough with her; he was just a little caught up in the moment. She admitted it had scared her a little but obviously she had also kind of enjoyed it. “I’m starting to think you’re a little freak too,” he said with a smile, wrapping his arms around her and planting a deep kiss on her mouth.

The next morning, Mona skipped breakfast; she couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed of her behavior last night. She wasn’t sure who had heard them, but she was pretty sure everyone in the house had at least heard about it by now. Patrick didn’t let it bother him though; he joined them for breakfast and brought a few things back to the room for her. He told her that nobody mentioned anything to him about it; it calmed her down a little but not enough. She still gave serious consideration to just climbing out of the window when they had to leave at noon.

She did get up the courage to walk out of the front door in the end; she also wanted to make sure she thanked everyone for everything they’d done to make their stay so lovely. Of course, she also couldn’t stop herself from apologizing for the noise to almost everyone she spoke to, even though nobody else mentioned it.

 

Chapter 8

Patrick drove the car on the way back home; the chatter was pleasantly meaningless for the most part, but there was one thing that was bugging Mona concerning the night before. “Do you feel bad about what you told me last night?” she asked him, doing her best to not sound judgmental. She felt the car slow down, and Patrick pulled over to the side of the road. When the car stopped he leaned his head forward onto the steering wheel.

Mona instantly felt a wave of guilt wash through her; that wasn’t the reaction she had expected at all. “Yes, I do,” he finally said without moving his head back. She placed a hand gently on his back and apologized, “I only asked because I don’t want you to feel bad about it.” He raised his head to look into her eyes; he looked so sad and ashamed. She leaned in to kiss him, but he moved away from it. “Why shouldn’t I feel bad? It’s horrible what I did,” Mona felt a little hurt at the rejection, but she decided to just power through it. “You feeling bad doesn’t make what you did any better; in fact it kind of makes it worse,” she said after a moment of thought.

He gave her a very confused look. “Well, if you can’t allow yourself to have enjoyed it, then you did it for nothing,” he said. “If you enjoyed it, it was still a bad thing, but at least there was a reason for it.” He looked at her with a grateful smile on his face but still said nothing. “I’m sure if you could go back and change it, you would,” she said. “But you can’t change the past, so you might as well try to enjoy the future.” She barely had time to finish the sentence before she felt his hand on the back of her head pulling her in for a deep passionate kiss.

She was almost out of breath when he finally pulled away. “You’re so amazing,” he told her, looking like he might start crying. “Thank you, baby; you don’t know how much it means to me to hear that from you.” Mona felt amazing in that moment; it seemed like she had really released him from something that had been torturing him for most of his life. He started the car and drove on; she couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants.

“If I could go back, I wouldn’t stop you from doing it,” she told him with a big smile. “I wouldn’t want you to be any different from the wonderful man I married.” He seemed to consider this for a little while. “I wouldn’t change it either, baby,” he said. “If I hadn’t done it, I would have never met you.” She placed a gentle hand on his thigh, letting her fingers softly caress the bulge in his pants. “You’re gonna make me crash the car, you know,” she said. She didn’t stop; his tone of voice told her to keep going despite his words. “You just keep your eyes on the road,” she told him.

“Do you still think about her a lot?” For some reason she wanted to know everything about her. “Patrick still kept it vague though, ‘sometimes.’ Was all he said. “Fantasies? Or bad thoughts?” He shot her a shy little smile across the car, “first one, then the other soon after.” “Well, I want no more bad thoughts!” She ordered him sternly. He promised he’d try to stop it; she had a feeling he wouldn’t need to try very hard now.

When they arrived back home they decided to wait a while before picking up Kimberly; they needed some time to themselves. After they’d unpacked Mona fixed them up a few sandwiches for lunch. Patrick called his parents to let them know they made it home safely, and would be picking up Kimberly after dinner.

Mona was curious about Christy still, she asked Patrick if he or his parents might have any photos of her. His face turned a little bit red when he admitted, “I have a bunch of them.” Mona must have given him a sterner look than she was intending and he quickly corrected himself, “no, nothing like that.” “Just normal photos.” He’d digitized his parents’ photo albums a few years ago and had put all the pictures of her aside for himself. He’d also found a few more on Facebook and Instagram. He seemed a little reluctant to show them to her but she wasn’t about to let him get out of it that easily. After half an hour of playful teasing and nagging he relented and showed her the pics on the computer.

Most of the photos were just regular dull photos of an undeniably adorable little girl with messy blond hair and big green eyes. A few photos from the beach showed her in a little bathing suit, and two photos showed her with Patrick. In one of them they were hugging and the other she was sitting in his lap. Mona was quickly fascinated by those two more than anything else. She remembered seeing the picture of him with the girl on his lap in an old photo album his mom had shown her years ago. She tried to remember back to it, how his mother had reacted when she asked about it. She remembered asking about the girl, and his mom had told him it was a neighbor girl they’d known. Beyond that she couldn’t recall if his mom had seemed upset or tried to rush past it or anything like that.

“How old were you in this picture?” she asked innocently enough. “I was 13.” He told her in a tone that said he knew the question wasn’t so innocent. “So it wasn’t long before…?” she shot a sly little smile in his direction. Patrick sat back and looked contemplative, she wasn’t sure if it was serious or performative, but she gave him his time. “Probably about two weeks before.” He told her he could check some day; the date would be on the back of the photo. Mona wasn’t really sure why that excited her so much, but something about seeing them together like that, knowing that soon after he’d lost control and done awful things to her, it just made her whole body tingle.

She almost sensed it before she heard it, the sound of Patrick’s zipper opening behind her as she sat on the chair by the computer. He placed his hands gently at her sides guiding her up before kicking the chair off to the side. She didn’t take her eyes off the photo, not even when she felt him undoing her pants. When he pulled her pants down she zoomed in on the photo, making the little girl fill the entire screen. By the time her pants came down her fingers were playing on the screen caressing the little girl’s thighs visible under her short little dress.

“Was your cock hard in that photo?” she asked a moment before he pushed inside her causing them both to moan before he could answer. “Probably.” “Always seemed to be when she was around.” Mona stood up straight wrapping an arm back around his head as he began pounding her soaked pussy. She closed her eyes just enjoying the feeling of him; she didn’t care if he was looking at the girl on the screen, he was only with her now. “I love that you raped her, honey.” She whispered in between moans, this quickened his pace considerably and he started panting before he forced himself to slow down again. “I loved raping her, baby.” He whispered in her ear as he began kissing her neck again.

His pace shot up again without him being able to control it; this time Mona had to reach down and put a hand softly on his hip to make him slow it down. She bent down over the desk again looking at the photo, “did you ever want to rape me?” He stopped his thrusting completely at that question but stayed buried in her, and his hands groped at her ass. “From the first time I saw you.” She wiggled her butt up against him, grinding his cock deeper inside her. “I wish you had.” She told him resting her head down on the desk while rocking back and forth on his dick.

His hands got a firm grip on her hips and she expected him to begin fucking her hard. Instead his hands just followed along as she kept rocking back and forth. She looked back up at the photo, “I bet you had a nice cock for her too.” She said bringing up the other picture and zooming in on Patrick’s crotch. He leaned down to kiss her again starting to thrust his cock deeper once more. “Would you fuck a boy that age?” she nodded with a long moan and began panting; she would have loved to see his cock back then.

She felt a hand work its way across her stomach down to her pussy, he started rubbing her clit, and she knew there was no turning back now. His pounding increased with her panting. She couldn’t get the image of his 13-year-old cock out of her mind, probably just starting to grow, almost hairless, even picturing it covered in shit and blood after raping that little cutie was the sexiest thing she had ever imagined. She bit her lip hard as the orgasm crashed through her body and managed to stay mostly quiet, Patrick couldn’t help but let out a low grumbling moan as he emptied his balls deep inside her.

He leaned down across her back, letting his hands reach around to play with her tits through her shirt as they both just panted together. His chest was covered in sweat making it feel wonderfully slippery between them, “you’re amazing, babe, I love you so much.” He panted softly. “I love you too, honey.” She said slipping out from under him and turning around to give him a big kiss on the lips. “You’ve made me that happiest woman alive.” She announced excitedly. Then she took his hand and lead him to the shower.

During the following weeks they began a new routine in their relationship, almost every night was spent having sex in front of the computer as they watched the most awful things from Patrick’s collection. There was a slight problem however, Mona found it harder and harder to force the tears out; she knew what she was looking at was terrible and she wanted to feel bad, but she was enjoying it all too much to care. She’d usually have at least one, frequently two or three orgasms before Patrick would even have one.

She had been researching things on her own during the days when Patrick was at work, using the Tor Browser to watch all sorts of new and unfortunately exciting things. After searching around and asking people in chat rooms she also managed to discover that you could buy child sex dolls in some countries, which had seemed like it could be a great surprise for Patrick. Unfortunately she also quickly realized that getting a high-quality doll imported would probably cost close to $10,000. There were cheaper options but they didn’t look terribly appealing; they looked really cheap and poor quality and their faces were just creepy.

She did get a few other suggestions from the chat rooms, although most of what the people there suggested did involve kidnapping real children. There were at least a couple of suggestions she thought they could get away with and do pretty cheaply. She wasn’t 100% sure how Patrick would feel about them but she wanted to keep it a surprise so she couldn’t really ask him about it yet.

The first thing she tried was just dirty-talking type of stuff, calling him “daddy” and talking and acting like a little girl in bed. But no matter what she tried, whether she acted like an excited little girl, or a scared little girl, it always ended up with them laughing at how silly it all felt and neither of them were particularly turned on by it. Mona didn’t think her little girl voice was very convincing either, so they just dropped the whole thing after a couple of attempts.

The next thing she wanted to try took a bit more planning; she had to contact a bunch of people on Facebook and message boards, but she did eventually find the perfect thing and even better, she’d be able to get it practically for free. She did still need to do a little work prepping everything at home first. She arranged for Kimberly to stay with her grandparents over the weekend and told Patrick to expect a hopefully fun surprise. She also had to go on a bit of a shopping spree to make sure they had everything they might need. By the time she dropped off Kimberly on Friday, all that was left to do was go pick it up, so it’d be ready for when Patrick got home.

 

Chapter 9

She wanted to keep Patrick in suspense for a little bit when he got home; sadly, the surprise was a bit too noisy in the bedroom so she had to just show him what she’d prepared. Before she opened the door, she let him know this was just an idea she had and if he didn’t like it to just tell her, she would be fine with it if he didn’t want it. This of course only made him more curious to see what exactly she was up to; he had a pretty good idea of what he would see in the room given the sounds he could hear of something hopping around and whimpering in there.

He still was a bit surprised when she opened the door; there was a golden Labrador Retriever, and the floor and bed were covered in clear plastic. The dog was wearing a muzzle to stop it from barking but it didn’t seem too bothered by it, hopping around its tail wagging like crazy. Patrick instantly knelt down to pet the dog and rub its belly. Mona closed the door and sat down on the bed watching them. “She’s adorable; Kimberly is gonna love her.” He exclaimed. Mona just shot her head. “She’s not for Kimberly, silly.” “She’s for you.”

Patrick gave her a slightly confused look, “I talked to some of the people in the chat room, they said this was like the next best thing.” “I mean, she’s cute, blonde, and young.” “And nobody is going to ask questions about her.” She started feeling nervous from the way he kept playing with the dog; she was sure he didn’t like this idea, he was probably going to get upset with her for even suggesting it. Why did she ever think something so absurd could work.

She could feel her face turning red as she watched the two of them, clearly he could never harm that adorable little thing. After a couple of minutes of silence, she finally apologized, admitting this was clearly not a good idea, and promising to find a good home for the dog before Kimberly came back to see it. “What’s her name?” was the first thing he said to her as he got up and sat on the bed next to her. “Willow.” She told him sadly, feeling ashamed of herself. “Where are her owners?” he wanted to know. “Like 15 minutes away, I could just take her back and tell them it’s not gonna work out, but they were moving out of state in a couple of days and couldn’t bring her.” She wished he would just tell her what he thought, instead of these pointless questions. She didn’t look at his face but she could hear in his voice he was wearing that shit-eating grin he always had when he knew he was frustrating her.

“How old is she?” he continued. “5 months or so.” She looked over at the dog with its head in Patrick’s lap enjoying lots of scratches behind the ears, down its back, down its throat, and all the while the dog was staring right at her. She knew it was probably all in her head, but she could swear the dog was mocking her. Just sitting there internally laughing at her for being so stupid to think anyone would ever harm a cute little puppy.

“And what were you planning to do with her on Sunday, if you don’t want Kimberly to have her?” Mona shrugged her shoulders, “set her free in the woods or something.” “It’s not like there’s a record of us being her owners yet.” She still didn’t look at him; she knew exactly the look she would see on his face, she’d seen it so many times before. That look that just screamed out “thank God you’re so cute, because clearly there’s nothing going on upstairs.” He would never say it to her face, but she knew that was exactly what was going through his mind right now.

He never said anything, instead he simply grabbed her around the waist and rolled her over on top of him as he lay down on the bed and gave her a long wet kiss while his hands groped at her ass. “You’re just amazing; I love you so much, baby!” he exclaimed laughing “I can’t believe you’d do something like this for me.” He did look a bit concerned at her. “Are you sure you’ll be okay with this?” She smiled and nodded, “after everything we’ve seen together lately I think I can handle it.” He looked like he began planning some stuff in his head; after a minute or so, he told her they would need something to keep the dog kind of quiet and stop it from biting and scratching. She could see the bulge in his pants start growing as he thought about everything. She almost didn’t want to reveal that she had thought of everything already. She did finally grab a bag in the corner of the room and hand it to him. It was filled with multiple rolls of duct tape, zip ties, rope, latex gloves, lube, condoms, and sedatives for dogs. “I don’t think it’s gonna be a problem.” She told him confidently.

He grabbed the condoms in the bag and looked at them before he cocked his head at her and raised one eyebrow. “Have you ever seen me wear a condom?” he asked teasingly. She explained she wasn’t sure if maybe he thought it would be kind of gross to put his penis inside a dog, so she’d bought them just in case. He thought it was adorable that she’d bought “extra-large” but he didn’t say anything to correct her. He knew she didn’t have a lot of experience with dicks besides his and whatever she saw in porn.

He stripped off his clothes, as Mona sat on the bed watching him with a satisfied smile. The moment his hard cock popped out Willow rushed over to investigate, she gave it a quick sniff and started licking it. Mona couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight, but she soon noticed Patrick wasn’t laughing. He was really enjoying it. She couldn’t help herself “is she better than me?” she asked. Patrick laughed at the question but had to admit “her tongue can do things no human tongue could do.” Like wrapping all the way around his dick as she licked it.

It almost seemed a shame to duct tape her mouth shut when he was enjoying it so much, but Mona was pretty sure she’d be able to yelp loud enough to disturb the neighbors with just the muzzle on. Patrick took a few minutes to enjoy the tongue lashing before he finally grabbed the duct tape in the bag. Willow jumped backward at the sound of him tearing it off the roll; he asked Mona to hold her still. She got behind the dog, wrapping her knees around its hips as it sat on the floor, then held her face firmly in place with both hands as Patrick started applying the duct tape. She was whimpering and yelping softly, trying to pull her head away from it; it all just seemed to make his dick harder. He wrapped about five layers around in two strips, being careful to keep her nose clear so she wouldn’t suffocate. When he was done, he slapped his dick hard against her forehead, right between the eyes.

Next, he took her paws one by one and wrapped duct tape around them so she wouldn’t be able to scratch; it had the added effect of making it almost impossible for her to walk. She kept slipping around and falling over when she tried; they both thought it looked hilarious. Patrick picked up Willow and tossed her onto the bed, eliciting further muffled yelps. She wasn’t a huge dog, but she was probably close to 35 pounds. Mona would have had some trouble trying to restrain her on her own, but Patrick had no problems at all. It was kind of sexy the way he was able to just overpower her like that, toss her around like it was nothing.

He flipped Willow over on her back on the bed to get a better look at her furry little pussy. Meanwhile, Mona started stripping herself and, once she was naked, hopped onto the bed next to Willow and started giving her belly scratches. Patrick already had a finger inside the dog’s pussy; she didn’t seem to like it much but wasn’t making a lot of noise about it, just trying to wriggle away. He kept a firm grip on one of her back legs though so she wasn’t going anywhere. Mona was just trying not to interfere too much and allow Patrick to do whatever he wanted.

The more Willow struggled to get away, the rougher his fingering became; he soon got two fingers in her and was ramming them inside her as hard as he could. His dick was standing straight out from his body and was throbbing violently. Mona thought he might cum before even penetrating her. He knelt down in front of the bed and stuck both index fingers inside her and tried to pry her pussy open wide, then buried his face in it, licking and slobbering all over it. Willow seemed more confused than in actual pain now, though she was still whimpering as much as she could.

Mona crawled down to the foot of the bed and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing him slightly up against Willow’s pussy. “Tasty is it?” she asked excitedly. “Intoxicating.” He told her and moved his head back, keeping the pussy open with his fingers still. He nodded his head down toward Willow’s pussy, and Mona didn’t need any more encouragement than that. She leaned right down between the dog’s legs and stuck her tongue right inside her. She’d never actually tasted pussy before, except her own, but she definitely didn’t find it intoxicating, and she got tons of hair in her mouth when she pulled back. She shook her head at Patrick, “Not for me.”

He laughed at her and gave her a kiss. “More for me then.” He got himself in position, rubbing his dick against the pussy little hole. Mona watched closely; she was fascinated by it for some reason. Thanks to the stretching he’d already done with his fingers, his cock slipped in pretty easily, though Willow still complained. Patrick had to grip her hips tight to prevent her from hopping off the bed. Patrick let out a long moan as he pushed his dick all the way inside slowly. Willow was whimpering and yelping; Mona started rubbing her own pussy as she watched him working.

He gripped onto both her hind legs, pulling her hard onto his cock while he thrust against her too. Her legs looked so frail and skinny when he held them; Mona thought he could have easily snapped both of them with one hand. She fingered her wet pussy with one hand and the other ran up and down Willow’s stomach, teasing all her nipples. “You’re raping her, honey.” She told him with a big smile. “How does it feel?” He seemed unable to reply, just grunting something unintelligible.

He lay down on top of Willow, pressing all his weight onto her and bounced up and down, pounding her poor little cunt with all 190 lbs of his body weight behind it. Willow was crying out as much as she could, which was definitely muffled enough that the neighbors wouldn’t hear anything, but loud enough to drive Patrick wild. He climbed onto the bed, moving her legs together so he could hold onto them both with one hand. Then he began slapping her face, lightly at first, but progressively harder and harder. Willow was yelping with each slap and obviously trying to snap at his hands but wasn’t able to open her mouth even a little bit. “Rape her harder, baby.” Mona cried out; she was getting close to her own orgasm as she watched him give in to his dark desires that he had so wanted to live out for so long.

She could easily picture Willow as a little 4-year-old girl, maybe even Christy. Patrick didn’t last long the first time; it happened very suddenly, even before Mona got to cum. He suddenly thrust deep inside, holding Willow in place with the full length of his cock buried in her immature pussy. She was yelping and crying louder than she had before; obviously, his dick was hurting something inside her when the full length made it inside. When he pulled out, Mona could see both blood and semen running down, mixing into her fur. She dipped a finger inside and tasted it. It tasted much better now than it had earlier. At first, she thought the blood was maybe from Willow’s hymen, but it pretty soon became clear Patrick had actually caused a small tear in her pussy that just wouldn’t stop bleeding. Not that either of them cared about that.

As soon as Patrick let go of her, Willow rolled over and tried to stand up. She slipped around on the tarp on the bed for a bit before tumbling off onto the floor. Patrick threw himself on the bed, barely able to catch a breath. When Mona jumped on top of him to stick her tongue in his mouth. “That was incredible, honey,” she told him. “You looked so sexy and powerful.” He laughed a little at that, “I felt powerful too.” “That was so much better than I expected.” He panted as he wrapped an arm around her.

Willow was on the floor sniffing at her pussy, and still whimpering a little now and then. “I’m going to do horrible things to her,” he said serenely, his dick already getting hard again. “If you enjoy them they’re not horrible.” Mona reminded him. She never wanted him to ever feel bad about what his desires told him to do; it’s not like he was in control of his desires anyway. If anything, God was the one who made him this way, so God should appreciate if he’s found a way to prevent harm to other people.

During the evening Patrick raped Willow another three times until his cock got too sore to continue. Mona watched every time, and much to her own surprise didn’t feel bad about anything they were doing. She normally couldn’t stand to see or hear people or animals suffering. But seeing how much pleasure Patrick was getting from it, she couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement, and the suffering didn’t seem to matter anymore.

When they went to sleep, they had to lock Willow in another room; she just wouldn’t stop whining constantly. Patrick stayed in bed while Mona dragged her into the guest room. She put down a bowl of water and pulled the duct tape off her mouth to very loud complaints. She only removed one strip of duct tape, but it was enough for Willow to get her tongue out and drink water. She almost emptied the bowl right away, but Mona didn’t bother getting any more for her.

When she finally got back to the bedroom, Patrick was already asleep; she cuddled up to him and went to sleep as well.

 

Chapter 10

She woke up at 6:30 to the sound of muffled whining from across the hall. The bedroom door was open, and Patrick was nowhere to be seen. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening. Mona got up and crept into the hall quietly to peek inside the guest room; the door was wide open so it wasn’t much of a problem. Patrick had taped her up again and was fucking her asshole on the floor. She walked up right next to him and got on her knees to give him a kiss. “Busy morning, huh?” she joked. Patrick was too out of breath to say anything back except “hey, babe.”

Willow was on her stomach staring back at the both of them with those big brown eyes; Mona thought she looked incredibly sad. She knew she should be feeling bad about it, but instead her pussy just got all the more excited. “If she gets your dick dirty, don’t forget to punish her accordingly.” She told him with a kiss on the cheek. He picked up the pace and let out a gurgling guttural growl at that.

Mona moved to Willow’s face and sat down next to it on the floor. She began to pet her and scratch her all over, which she seemed to enjoy for a moment. Then she pushed her nose right up against her pussy and started grinding herself on it. She held the dog’s head like that; its nose pushed right up into her pussy until it finally tore itself away with a panicked jerk of its entire upper body. Patrick was still holding her hind legs in place and managed to keep his dick inside her through it. Mona pet Willow’s head again, talking to her sweetly. “Did you think I was going to suffocate you on my cunt?” “You’re not getting off that easily.”

Patrick buried his cock fully inside Willow’s ass as he came very suddenly. Mona was clearly beginning to understand just the right things to say to get him off; it made her feel pretty good about herself. When she saw the state of his cock as he pulled it out, she spit in one of Willow’s eyes “disgusting bitch.” She stood up and kicked her in the head, making her whimper and try to scurry away. Patrick still held onto her legs though, and she wasn’t able to go anywhere.

As Patrick started getting up, she told him, “Let’s go get that cock cleaned, honey.” And she was about to lead him to the shower when something came over her; she wrapped her fingers around his still semi-hard cock and squeezed it, feeling the dog’s shit run in between her fingers. She felt like she might actually throw up as she did it, but her pussy was loving it. For a brief moment, she considered sucking him clean, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

They took a nice long warm shower together, getting both of them nice and clean. Patrick slipped inside her while the water was running over them; they had never fucked in the shower before, but she didn’t object at all. He was fast and brutal about it, lasting only a couple of minutes, but was long enough for Mona to have an amazing orgasm. The only thing going through her mind over and over as he pounded her pussy was “a rapist is fucking me.” It made her knees weak and her pussy wet to think about it; she couldn’t completely understand why but she enjoyed it far too much to care about that.

After the shower, she made them both breakfast and they ate it at the dinner table, both naked and feeling completely comfortable about it. They talked about all the usual meaningless things they did over breakfast most days. While Mona cleared the table, Patrick told her suddenly, “She might not survive, you know?” She smiled at him lovingly. “I know.” “Just do whatever feels right, honey.” He had no words for how much love he felt for her in that moment.

“Do you think you could have gotten away with it if you’d killed Christy?” she asked; he couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at how casually she was able to ask something like that. “No, I was the only one with her at the time, pretty sure her parents would have figured it out.” She shrugged as she put the last few things away in the fridge.

The rest of the day passed with surprisingly little sex. Patrick did rape Willow a couple of times and fucked Mona once, but most of the day they just spent together enjoying each other’s company in a way they hadn’t fully felt able to in years. They finally felt like they could be completely open and honest and never had to censor anything. They watched a couple of terrible movies and emptied a couple of bottles of wine. They ordered a nice meal to be delivered during one of the movies.

After the second movie, they had sex in the bedroom, and afterward Patrick really opened up about his feelings towards Kimberly. He talked about how much he loved it when she would snuggle up to him and cry in his lap; of course, he enjoyed being able to comfort her as well, but more than that he loved the way her tiny shivering body felt, and it would always make his dick rock hard. He even admitted to occasionally making her cry on “accident” by tripping her or breaking some toy she liked.

He also talked about really violent fantasies he had and how they scared him a little with the thought that he might act on them someday. Of course Mona suggested he could use Willow or other dogs to live out those fantasies, but of course, she knew no matter how good that felt to him, it would never be exactly what he wanted most. She felt awful for him knowing that he’d never actually get to do what he desired most; she felt really lucky that what she had always desired most was just Patrick, and she had him any time she needed. She wished there was some way he could get a nice simple desire like that.

The more he spoke about the things he truly desired, the more Mona began to simply feel angry about how unfair it seemed. Why would God give people desires like that he knew would haunt them their entire lives? Obviously, it was supposed to be some kind of test, but did that mean Patrick had already failed the test when he was 13 years old? Was he condemned to hell for something he did when he was basically a child? Mona refused to believe God could be that cruel, but forcing him to suffer through 100 years of unfulfilled desires seemed almost equally cruel.

And what did all this mean for her chances of going to heaven? She was a part of what Patrick was doing now. But doesn’t the bible say to love, honor and obey your husband? So what would she be expected to do in this situation? She felt like supporting her husband and trying to find ways to reduce the harm he might do to other people was the best thing she could do. If it also turned out to give both of them sexual pleasure that was just a nice bonus.

They talked until almost 1 AM, and she fell asleep in his arms. Despite the horrific things he enjoyed, she felt safe and loved when she was with him, knowing that he would never intentionally do anything to hurt her unless she agreed to it first.

 

Chapter 11

The next morning she didn’t wake up to the sound of Willow whining; she didn’t wake up until 8:45, and the house was pretty much silent. It wasn’t until she got into the living room that she could hear Patrick out in the garage. He’d obviously been up for a while and had been making some modifications to the garage already. The main thing she noticed was the hook he’d attached to the ceiling and the noose hanging from it. He’d cleared a lot of space below and around it too. Willow was curled up in a corner looking terrified; he’d clearly been having fun with her already.

He greeted her with a big smile and a quick kiss. “What are you up to, honey?” she asked as she fingered the low-hanging noose. “Just getting ready for the final fuck with Willow,” he explained. He’d woken up with an idea in his head that had kept his dick hard all day. “Are you planning to kill yourself?” she asked, mostly joking. He gave her another kiss. “Of course not, babe.” “I’m just getting ready for some fun.” She smiled at him, ran her fingers over his cock and told him, “I’ll go make us some breakfast; don’t start the fun without me.”

They had breakfast together talking about nothing in particular except for planning to have dinner with his parents when they picked up Kimberly, and of course, planning to have the house cleaned up before then. Luckily, there wasn’t too much of a mess, but Willow had pissed and shit on the floor a few times. Mona had mostly cleaned it up already, but they would need to air out the house properly so it didn’t smell like dog and/or shit when Kimberly got there.

After breakfast Patrick admitted that as great as this experience had been, it hadn’t exactly made his desires go away; actually, it seemed to do quite the opposite. Mona told him to give it some time, of course his desire was higher while Willow was still in the house and he was planning to do more with her. She told him to give a few more days and see how he feels then, and if his desires are still unbearable they could always get another dog; “there’s no shortage of cheap dogs out there.” She could tell he wasn’t exactly convinced, but it was the best she had for now.

Out in the garage Willow was still limping around and whimpering; Mona thought she might have broken one of its legs when she kicked it last night after it shit on the floor again. She definitely wasn’t going to miss those messes she’d had to clean up again and again. Patrick knelt down next to her and pulled her into his lap ass-first, his cock slid easily into her bruised and battered pussy; she yelped and cried against the duct tape as he rammed his cock into her hard and fast a handful of times. “We’re going to kill you, bitch,” he told her. “The last thing you’ll ever feel is my cock, raping you as you die.” Mona felt almost a little bit scared seeing just how much sadistic pleasure he was getting from this. But more than that it just turned her on seeing him brutalize her in that way. He seemed so strong and masculine to her.

He pulled out of her and stood up before kicking her right between the legs, hard enough to flip her body over; she landed with a loud thud on her back on the cold cement floor. She let out a surprisingly loud yelp and scrambled to get back up before slowly moving back into the corner. Patrick just mocked her, “Did I hurt your little cunty?” Mona got on her knees and put his cock in her mouth; she wanted to taste Willow’s fear on him. The whole time she kept thinking, “I’m pleasuring a rapist’s cock.” And it just made her feel so good and so dirty. She loved that her husband was a rapist. She’d always sort of known he was of course, but for the longest time she didn’t like to think about the fact that he had raped her for years according to the law. It had seemed like a terrible thing to even consider at the time. But now that she knew how much he enjoyed it, it didn’t seem like such a bad thing anymore, and she could allow herself to appreciate that side of him.

She let his cock go after a minute or two; she didn’t want to risk making him cum yet. He walked over to Willow again, she was still curled up in the corner. “Time for your final rape, little girl,” Mona felt a lightning bolt spread slowly throughout her body from her pussy as he said those words. He picked up Willow and carried her over to the noose; Mona helped get the noose wrapped around her neck and tightened it just enough that it wouldn’t fall off but not enough to strangle her. She was shivering like crazy in his arms and staring at Mona with those big dark eyes, silently begging for mercy. Once the noose was properly attached she flicked Willow’s nose hard with her finger and stepped back to watch the show.

Patrick was still holding Willow’s weight up so the noose didn’t do much until he let go with one hand and her front half hung on just the noose, holding her ass up in the air; he got behind her and quickly rammed his dick deep inside her. Willow could still breathe when he held her up by the chest, but he slowly worked his hands further down over her stomach, one set of nipples at a time. The further his hands moved from her head the more the noose tightened. By the time he made it down to her hips and started really thrusting into her, Willow began to panic. Her body was thrashing from side to side and her legs were kicking every which way, but through it all Patrick held her hips tight onto his cock; they could still hear some yelps so clearly she was getting a little air. He began fucking her, slowly at first but his pace picked up quickly.

Mona watched with 3 fingers buried inside herself; she’d never seen him look this powerful and sexy before. She was much too horny to feel even a little bit bad for Willow who was struggling to breathe; Mona only cared about how good it made her rapist feel in that moment. When he told her to go get him a blanket she sprinted inside to get it and was back in seconds so as not to miss anything. She spread the blanket on the ground. He pulled out of Willow’s pussy and lay down on the blanket, still holding her up just enough to allow her some shallow breaths.

Hanging from the rope Willow reached just for enough for Patrick to get the tip of his cock inside her asshole. When he began to pull her down on his cock the noose tightened even more. Mona was pretty impressed how carefully he had measured and planned it all. He started raising and lowering her very fast; Mona could see his cock getting deeper and deeper each time he pulled her down against the rope. Her yelps had almost stopped once he had her halfway down his dick, by the time she reached 3/4 of the way down she lost control of bladder covering him in piss as he lay below her.

Mona got on her hands and knees between his legs to play with his now, piss-soaked balls. “Kill her, baby, fuck her to death.” She encouraged him, driving him even wilder. He pulled her all the way down on his cock and punched her hard in the ribs twice. Mona could swear she heard something snap but she wasn’t sure if it was a rib or her neck. Patrick let out a strained, groaning “Die…you…fucking…bitch!” and held her in place as deep onto his cock as he could get her, as he came inside her ass, “That was incredible, honey.” Mona told him after he’d finished cumming, but within seconds he surprised her when he suddenly started thrusting into Willow’s ass again. He kept up an incredible pace; he looked like he was in agony. His face was bright red, he was panting heavily, the veins in his arms were standing out. Mona moved up to his face whispering in his ear softly. “Kill her, baby, take her life to please your cock.” She ran her fingers through his chest hair and kissed him on the cheek when he finally yelled out another orgasm deep in Willow’s ass.

When he let go of Willow’s body Mona saw her raise up slightly from where she had been; her body was hanging completely still and making no sound. Her tail which had been curled up tightly this whole time was hanging down limp against his stomach. Mona got behind him on her knees with her knees on either side of his head and started massaging his chest with both hands, as he still struggled to catch his breath. When his limp cock finally dropped out of Willow’s ass it was quickly followed by a stream of cum and quite a bit of shit landing on his dick and balls.

Mona couldn’t help herself, she reached down and smeared it all over his cock with one hand; she stopped when he started getting hard again. After the effort he already put in for his second orgasm she didn’t want to risk forcing a third on him just yet.

When he finally caught his breath enough the first thing he said was “holy shit, she’s really dead.” Mona laughed a little at that, then leaned down to kiss him. “Of course she’s dead, honey, you killed her.” She smiled, feeling both satisfaction and pride for him accomplishing something he had desired for so long. “I love you, my big strong, rapist husband.” He sat up on the blanket still panting slightly, “I love you, my sexy, perverted wife.” He gave her a long kiss; she almost wrapped her hands around his neck before she remembered her hand was covered in dog shit.

“This blanket is ruined.” He complained loudly making them both fall into a fit of giggles. Mona stood up and took his hand to help him up as well. “Should we take a shower now or do you wanna fuck her again?” he couldn’t help but laugh a bit at how earnestly she asked the question. “I think we’re done with her now, let’s clean up.”

In the shower Mona took her sweet time cleaning his cock, making sure there was no trace of shit hidden anywhere; when she was satisfied it was clean she gave it a kiss, “I love that rapist cock of yours.” She told him, they both knew this wasn’t going to be the last time they did something like this. Mona was already thinking up new plans for things they could do by the time they got out of the shower.

Before getting dressed they got Willow down and wrapped her up in the blanket. They wrapped a piece of the tarp around the blanket and put her in the trunk of the car. They got dressed and drove off to the woods where Mona had first suggested they could let Willow go free; instead they found a remote spot to bury her, figuring nobody would question a dead dog buried in the woods if she was ever found.

After the burial they got a bit too excited, Patrick fucked her right on top of the dirt they had just put back in the hole, luckily nobody came around to catch them, not that they would have cared much in their current state. It was quick and very satisfying for the both of them. Afterward they drove straight to his parents’ house; they had a nice dinner listening to Kimberly excitedly talk about everything that had happened over the weekend with grandma and grandpa. Both of them wished they could tell everyone about what they experienced over the weekend but it would just have to remain their little secret.