Domesticated.

Dreamed up for Litshark's delectation.

Name: Claire
Age: 25
Appearance: Petite at 5ft tall, 32B tits.
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Claire and Richard have been together for three years and married for one. They met at the four star hotel where she was a duty manager and he was head chef. As their relationship progressed, Claire was promoted to deputy manager and then manager of the whole hotel. Her salary was significantly more than Richard's and he caught a lot of shit from his kitchen colleagues for having to treat her deferentially at work. Richard wanted to be happy and supportive of Claire's success but in truth, it bugged him more than he cared to admit. Claire would often pick up the tab for dinner or buy him things when she knew he was short of cash but rather than being grateful, Richard felt like she was rubbing her higher salary in his face and making him look bad.

Then, the hotel was sold and the new buyer wanted to bring in their own management. Claire was made redundant and the jobs market was such that she couldn't get anything else. The hotel's new management refurbished the place and got 5 stars on it, so Richard's salary as head chef went up accordingly and he had the challenges of putting together a brand new menu and bitch-whipping his team into being worthy of the extra star by the time of the grand re-opening.

He put in long hours and started to get paranoid about his wife being home alone all the time. He started calling just to say hi but it quickly became a means to check in on her whereabouts. He teased her about her new unemployed status but there was a retributive edge to it that just got nastier with time. For the first time, Richard was the bread-winner and he began expecting to be treated like one, setting lists of chores for Claire to complete and getting irate if she didn't get them all done to his satisfaction. Claire was depressed and demoralised but Richard saw it as laziness, especially when she was reluctant in the bedroom. He started getting more insistent, viewing sex as the least he deserved for working all day and paying the bills.

Richard will find he enjoys being dominant, controlling and sadistic. He will take control of finances and even Claire's social security payments. Within a frighteninglg short time, she will have to explain every trip from the house and produce a receipt for every penny spent. Claire will also learn to dread the sound of her cell phone and to keep it fully charged. Richard will expect Claire to slave around the house for him and when Claire naturally rebels against his unreasonable demands, he'll lash out at her. This will spill into their sex life, which will get more violent, painful and humiliating for Claire. Richard will realise that once he hits her, a point of no return has been passed. Unless he keeps her too busy, terrified and demoralised to try reporting him to the police and/or leaving him, he could go to jail. Richard therefore keeps the pressure on and the worse he treats her, the bigger a kick he gets out of it.

Claire tries to find work but Richard manages to sabotage this, preferring a subjugated woman around the house to the extra cash and unwilling to have her form new acquaintances and maybe get away from him. His control over Claire becomes something approaching absolute and he goes out of his way to charm her family and friends, making any accusation less believable and forcing Claire to play along and act like a happily married woman.

Richard took a long sip from his 40 oz. bottle of Mickey’s malt liquor, before approaching the front gate of his apartment complex. It had been a long night to say the least, the Mexicans in the kitchen had all but revolted against Rich and his English speaking coworkers, insisting (in espanol of course) that every member of the kitchen be conversational in Spanish to avoid a strike. The restaurant had a food critic coming in that night, so Rich had needed to supplement the lost labor himself, it had worn him down to the very bone.

Now that Richard was returning to his home, he had certain expectations of his girlfriend Claire. Expectations such as a warm meal for him to enjoy, a hot mouth in which to rest his cock and a willing pussy to dump his load in.

“Is that too much to ask?” Richard felt himself ask out loud as he turned the key to enter his apartment complex.

Richard’s heavy, skid resistant boots made loud thumps as he climbed up the stairs to his own apartment. He swung the door open with a loud slam, looking around for his bitch of a woman.

“Claire!” Cliff demanded. “Where the fuck are you? Come out here right now you filthy, cock-sucking whore!”

Claire resisted the urge to snap back rudely at her husband. She really didn't like how he had started talking to her since she lost her job but she could tell from Richard's voice that he had been drinking, which made it a bad time to confront him about it. She knew he was under stress right now but that didn't justify calling her a 'filthy, cocksucking whore'. If that was somewhat true, it was only because yielding to Richard was about the only way to shut him up. These days he couldn't care less if she was horny or not and rather worryingly appeared to see sex as a right rather than a privilege that he should only get for being a good, loving spouse. Her fingers tightened on the plate of food she was carrying and a wild urge to fling it in Richard's smug face assailed her.

Mealtimes had become a battleground recently. Richard wanted his food ready as soon as he walked through the door, even if he stopped by the liquor store or a bar on his way home. Claire didn't like how much he was drinking these days and before, when she had been his boss at work, he would have listened to her and understood her concern. Claire had prepared a stir-fry, knowing it was something he liked and also something she could toss back into the pan and flash-fry while he staggered up the stairs noisily. Richard had taken to criticising her cooking heavily and it was getting to Claire because, while they both knew he could prepare virtually any dish better than she could, Claire couldn't remember the last time Richard had got off his ass and done so since she had become unemployed. Before, the chores had been shared equally and he had even enjoyed cooking for her when they had romantic evenings in together. Now, his motivation started and ended at the front door. He watched far more sport and paid Claire far less attention. It wasn't even as though he showed any appreciation for the work she did around their home. He only seemed to notice if she hadn't done something or he wasn't satisfied with it. Her stomach growled hungrily at the food as Claire had wanted to eat far earlier but Richard got pissed if she ate before him and presented him with something that had been reheated. She emerged from their kitchen into the lounge/dining area and put the plates on the table she had already laid.

Claire looked up at her husband briefly but her gaze didn't linger. She was too worried her disapproval at his drunkenness would show in her eyes and cause yet another argument. She was wary of arguing with Richard lately, there was something latent behind his newly contemptuous gaze that scared her a little. He was perfectly capable of having an argument all by himself too, launching a tirade at her that Claire hadn't the energy or emotional masochism to contradict. She hoped it wasn't going to be one of those nights.

Richard looked with disdain at the clumsy mismatched concoction that Claire brought out to the living room. It might have resembled a stir fry, if the dumb bitch had remembered to heat the pan before adding her ingredients. As it was, the meal seemed more like a soup that hadn’t been cooked long enough. After turning the fork through the mush of ingredients a few times, Rich drained the last of his bottle and then threw it violently at Claire’s head, missing her by only a few inches before shattering against the wall and raining broken glass over the hardwood floor.

“Stupid bitch, you can’t even cook stir fry right.” Rich bellowed. “Next time you might want to try adding soy sauce, instead of snot. Christ, this shit looks like it was marinated inside your smelly cunt. What do you do all fucking day? Lazy bitch! It‘s damn sure not cooking or cleaning.”

To punctuate his derisive tirade, Rich flicked a soggy piece of broccoli at his wife, this time pegging her in the chest. Richard laughed at the look on Claire’s face at being so roughly criticized and berated for her efforts to please him. The look on her face only made Rich laugh harder.

“Go bring me a beer and then come suck my cock. It’s the least you could do for your fucking bread winner.”

Claire cried out in shock as the bottle whistled past her and shattered against the wall. She started trembling violently and that Richard had scared her so much angered her. She didn't know where the man she had fallen for had disappeared to in the months since she was made redundant. If she didn't know better, she'd even be worried that he might really hurt her.

Claire rose from the table and took the food away, unwilling to wind up wearing any more of it. She also didn't like the thought of Rich drinking even more on an empty stomach.

"Can I fix you something else?" She called from the kitchen through gritted teeth.

Claire popped open a beer for him but she damn sure wasn't handing the prick any glassware. She dumped it on the table, being careful to keep out of arm's reaqch of him. Then she moved away and started sweeping up the broken shards of whiskey bottle. If Rich thought he was getting his dick wet while he was being such a prize asshole, he could think again.

“I didn’t tell you to take the food away you stupid cooz!” Richard protested, snatching his plate back from Claire. “Just because it tastes like baby vomit doesn’t mean I can’t muscle it down bitch. Its not like anything else you cook is going to be any better.”

Rich took a long drink from the beer she brought him, watching as she carefully cleaned up the glass from the floor. He couldn’t help but admire her lovely ass while she worked. He also couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t sucking his cock yet.

When Rich had been working under Claire at the hotel, he’d had to follow countless orders from her, do this, do that, cook this this way, don’t cook that that way. Now that the roles were reversed she couldn’t even bring herself to satisfy him sexually, it was almost intolerable.

“Once you get that shit cleaned up I want you on your knees like I told you.” Rich insisted, taking another long pull from the bottle. “If I have to get up from this table you’re going to be cleaning glass up with your ugly fucking face!”

Smirking once more, Rich reached up, bringing his hand down with a loud smack onto Claire’s exposed ass. After the spank had landed, Richard let his hand linger there, squeezing, feeling and caressing her shapely buttocks. If she didn’t get to work quickly Rich might bust in his pants, a humiliation he had suffered far too many times at the hands of Queen Cock-Tease.

“Now crawl over here doggie, crawl on your hands and knees. If you don’t do it right I’ll be breaking this bottle over your empty fucking skull.”

There was an unpleasant silence as Rich shovelled down the food she'd cooked and Claire cleaned up the glass. It was so unfair. Back when she'd been his boss, Richard had done most of the cooking in the home, preferring to let her handle other chores instead. She was therefore out of practise at cooking and the way he scared her lately made her fuck up even the stuff she did know how to do. Rich never told her what she had done wrong or taught her how to cook better, he just enjoyed putting her down.

“Once you get that shit cleaned up I want you on your knees like I told you.” She heard him take another swig from the bottle. “If I have to get up from this table you’re going to be cleaning glass up with your ugly fucking face!”

The ugly fucking face in question tensed with indignation and fear as she swept the last of the glass away. Months ago he had still thought her beautiful. He had loved her slim, petite frame, her responsive little breasts and her pale, gothic colouring. Now he only seemed to fuck her under sufferance and all the porn he watched featured amazonian blondes with thermonuclear suntans and tits like beach balls that they could do titfucks with. He didn't even bother being politely secretive about his porn habit any more. It was though he was rubbing it in her face.

His hand came down on her ass without warning, groping Claire hard through her tight jeans. She knew what was coming next even before he spoke.

“Now crawl over here doggie, crawl on your hands and knees. If you don’t do it right I’ll be breaking this bottle over your empty fucking skull.”

Weeks and months ago, Rich would still have had the power to make her cry by talking to her like that. His drinking had escalated a lot since then and the way he spoke to her had deteriorated so much that Claire was semi-desensitized to it now. She often wondered now what he might be capable of if she told him to fuck off and die when he was drunk and horny but when it came down to it, she never had the courage to test him. She simply didn't want to know.

What she did know, was that getting Rich off was the quickest route to some peace and quiet so much as it humiliated her to do so, Claire crawled the short distance to where his booted feet sat under the table and wordlessly freed his cock and started sucking him. There was no desire to please though, just a strong desire not to suffer any more abuse than she had to. Claire put effort into the BJ because she wanted to get him off asap, not because she was trying to give him the BJ of a lifetime.

The urge to bite into his fat cock and rip it clean off his body was a powerful one and an image Claire entertained herself with as she worked.

“Damn, you’re pathetic.” Rich muttered with his mouth full of food. “You can’t even suck a cock right. Worthless bitch, what fucking good are you?”

In an attempt to gain pleasure from Claire’s half-hearted fellatio, Rich took hold of the back of her head and began pushing her face down on his eight inch erection. After a few moments of awkward slurping and grating teeth, Rich gave up on the blowjob and the dinner.

Rich took hold of the back of Claire’s hair and picked her up from the floor. Roughly wrestling her to her feet, Rich shoved her forward over the table, planting her face squarely in his unfinished plate of food. Rich helped himself to a long, rough feel of her ass through her tight jeans. Rich’s own pants fell down around his ankles as he roughly undid Claire’s jeans and began shoving them down her shapely hips.

“I guess I have to do everything myself, don’t I?” Rich muttered in between grunts as he forced Claire out of her jeans, little by little. “I can’t even depend on you to take a cock, maybe its because you been busy fucking around with the mail man. Is that what you do all day? Let the neighborhood run a train on that slutty ass of yours?”

At last Rich had managed to shove Claire’s jeans down to her thighs and her panties soon followed. Slapping his stiff cock loudly between Claire’s ass cheeks, Rich spit loudly onto his cock, letting the thick glob of saliva dribble down between her as cheeks. Rich smeared the spit over Claire’s pussy with the head of his cock, making certain that her sex and his cock were suitably wet before thrusting his way into her tight little hole.

Rich’s entry was far from gentle and anything but loving, the legs of the dining room table screeched over the hardwood floor from the forceful shove of Rich’s hips. Rich had to stifle a laugh at Claire’s groan, muffled by the leftovers of her mediocre cooking. It was almost like the sound of someone drowning in a pot of stew.

“How does it taste bitch?” Rich taunted, settling into a deliberate and punishing rhythm of his thrusts. “Which do you think you’re worse at? Cooking or sucking cock?”

Claire hated trying to deepthroat Rich and even more so when he grabbed a fistful of hair and forced her to do it. She let her teeth fall against his shaft clumsily to dissuade him from trying to choke her on his cock and after a few moments the stalemate passed and he withdrew, yanking her to her feet and throwing her over the table.

He had eaten most of the stir-fry so Claire's face landed squarely in the sauce that remained on the plate. She didn't get her hands up in time to mitigate the blow and she knew there would be a bruise on her face tomorrow. She couldn't believe he had hurt her like that. Mark kicked her legs apart and moved between them, knowing she wouldn't have the nerve to try getting away from him. Claire hated that he knew this. The corner of the table bit into her hips as he groped and squeezed her ass and then she heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor. Rich reached under her and unfastened her jeans, forcing the tight fabric down over her ass and dragging her panties with it. Claire couldn't believe she was letting him do this to her. She wanted to tell him 'no' and fight him but Rich was too drunk and she was too damn scared.

“I guess I have to do everything myself, don’t I? I can’t even depend on you to take a cock, maybe its because you been busy fucking around with the mail man. Is that what you do all day? Let the neighborhood run a train on that slutty ass of yours?” Richard settled into another favourite rant of his as he forced her clothes down her exposed thighs.

As she had her back to him, Claire had the freedom to roll her eyes at Richard's worn out old accusation. He had been going on about this since she had been unemployed. Nobody was hiring so despite the piles of employment ads she responded to for anybody that might hire her, despite all the chores she did by herself now and the time she spent complaining about him to her mother, Richard had taken to assuming she was fucking half the town. Had Rich ever seen their fat, ageing mailman he might have taken a different view about the guy.

He always started on about her being a slut before he fucked her. Claire knew damn well he enjoyed convincing himself she was a worthless, filthy little whore so he felt better about treating her like one. The man was pathetic.

He spat on his cock as it landed heavily between her asscheeks, clearly not expecting Claire to be wet for him, which was just as well. He rammed himself into her unprepared pussy and enjoyed the squeal it elicited from her, which was muffled by the plate he still had her face down in. Right off the bat he set a punishing pace, fucking her harder and deeper than she had allowed him to when things had been on more equal terms. Claire simply was not built to take an 8 inch cock with out even the mention of foreplay. The tight pussy nestling in her petite frame just wasn't equipped to deal with it. She was still sore from last night too. He didn't have sex with her any more, there was no connection between them. Rich was using her pussy to masturbate with, she might as well have been a fucking inflatable doll.

“How does it taste bitch? Which do you think you’re worse at? Cooking or sucking cock?”

At that moment, Claire would have had to go with 'choosing a husband' but she wasn't suicidal enough to give Rich any backtalk. He'd hopefully insult and sneer at her until he'd talked himself into a climax and then he'd go to bed and leave her alone to clean up. She let her body go limp over the table. Let him pin her down over the table and fuck her to convince himself he was some kind of bigshot but Claire decided to effectively play dead and try to distance herself from what would have been rape, if she'd only had the nerve to tell him 'no.'

“Come on you dead fucking fish, move your hips or something.” Rich spat at his limp wife. “Your baggy, loose cunt isn’t anything special. Make noise or something, shit! I’m tired of doing everything at home and at work.”

Rich continued berating his wife as he continued thrusting into her with enough force to keep moving the dining room table across the hardwood floor. He spanked her ass hard with an open palm in an attempt to wake her from her apparent trance. Before long Rich’s drinking glass had slid over to the edge of the table and slipped off, shattering on the floor. Rich continued on undaunted.

“Give it to me you dirty slut. Otherwise I’m going to pound you in the broken glass.” Rich taunted.

Inevitably, Rich’s climax neared and he made no attempt to hold back. Instead he groaned, low in his chest and continued his merciless fucking. When Rich came he shouted, at the top of his lungs, a long, frustrated and furious howl. He dumped his cum inside her, each thrust releasing a fresh dose of hot semen. He continued thrusting, slowing down as his balls emptied until Claire’s pussy was literally overflowing with his hot seed.

Rich’s withdrawal from Claire’s pussy freed up a large dose of his cum to spill out of her onto the floor, already littered with several types of broken glass.

“Fucking pathetic.” Rich muttered, looking down at his wife disapprovingly. “Lick that shit up as punishment for being such a crappy lay.”

Claire ignored Richard's taunts, certain that he was just working himself up by hurling abuse at her. Her hips ached painfully from the way he was gradually propelling the whole table across the room. She wasn't about to 'give it to him' when Rich had made zero effort to arouse her in any way whatsoever. All too swiftly, he roared and came, hammering deep into Claire and eliciting yet more squeals from her. Rich had never been able to fuck for very long, even when he had been trying to get her off Claire could see how much effort it took him to hold back. Now he didn't even bother trying, he just treated her like a walking cumdump.

Rich eventually finished spurting and yelling. He pulled out of her unceremoniously and Claire felt the pressure against her sore hips lift as he moved back off of her.

“Fucking pathetic." He sneered, not caring what he had just put her through or how much it had hurt. "Lick that shit up as punishment for being such a crappy lay."

Claire looked down at the semen on the floor as more of it dripped from her body. Since Rich had started drinking so damn much his cum tasted really bitter. Claire had no desire to lick the vile stuff up from the hardwood floor. She got up from the table and looked at him, expecting to find he had just been talking big. More cum dripped from her body and some had fallen to the floor from his cock as well. Rich was staring at her expectantly, standing over the puddle of his seed and glaring at her authoritatively as though she was an errant child.

"Don't be disgusting Rich." She snapped. Claire turned on her heel and marched to the bathroom where she mopped her face and pussy up with some toilet paper. "You wonder why I don't want to fuck you any more after that display? You're turning into an animal. You drink too much, you treat me like shit and you expect me to be all over you like a rash? You hurt me Rich and you hurt me last night too when you came home steaming drunk from the bar. I don't even remember the last time you came home sober."

Claire flipped on the shower and stripped her clothes off. She could hear Rich following her now but she fought the terror in her gut and stood her ground. He treated her like shit because she let him get away with it. Claire had to make it clear that his behaviour was unacceptable. This was her husband, the man she had fallen for and married, though God alone knew why. He might be an asshole lately but she shouldn't really have anything to fear from him.

Rich sneered as his wife pulled away from the table and complained about being hurt and bruised. Gritting his teeth together he could barely hear her words over the ringing pulse, pounding in his ears. The only sounds that made it past the drumming bass of his pulse sounded like: ”Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch!”

What the hell did that lazy sow have to bitch at him about? It wasn’t like the old days, when she was responsible for the general affairs of the hotel, when his performance at work reflected on her and it was her responsibility to keep things running smoothly. Now, Rich was the bread winner, Rich was the boss, and her duties began and ended with keeping him happy. If coming home drunk made him happy, she should be happy too. If rough sex made him happy, she should be happy too. If mocking her cooking and slapping her around some made him happy, the bitch should grin and bear it.

“Fucking cunt!” Rich snarled, following Claire into the bathroom and grabbing her by the hair. “I told you to lick it! I couldn’t give a fuck less if it hurts!”

Dragging her, kicking and screaming, by the hair; Rich delivered his naked wife to the center of the room. Despite the broken glass, littered all over the floor Rich dragged her down onto hands and knees, forcing her face into the puddle of his cum and her juices.

“Lick it up bitch! Do it now before I get really angry.” Rich warned, shoving her face down each time she tried to lift up.

Claire cried out when he grabbed her, terrified by Rich's feral strength and his booze soaked face snarling down at her. He dragged her back through the apartment and threw her to the floor, where she landed heavily. Broken glass bit into her knees and palms. He yanked her down to her hands and knees, shoving her face into the pool of cum so hard it hurt her nose.

“Lick it up bitch! Do it now before I get really angry.” He bellowed, apparently not giving a shit that he had made her cut herself.

Claire obeyed him, licking up his bitter ejaculate swiftly so she didn't gag or show too much obvious distaste. When it was all gone his fist was still in her hair and so she knelt there, her heart hammering in her chest. Claire found that she was visibly trembling with fear of him and it just made her feel all the more cowed and helpless. She could hear the anger and contempt in his breathing.

He was turning into a monster and she was letting him. At this rate it wouldn't be too long before Rich started beating and raping her. Somehow, she was going to have to start clawing her dignity back. How had things ever come to this? When had the moment been when she could have prevented Rich's metamorphosis into a tyrant?