Chapter 1: Marge Makes a Slave
Marge looked at her naked form in the small mirror of her small room. She didn’t like what she saw. All 384 lbs. of fat hung from her body in misshaped curves that were not at all flattering. At least she thought so and apparently the men did too. Why else would she still be a virgin at the frightening age of thirty-three? It wasn’t just her weight, either. Her face was horribly plain and if it wasn’t for the seemingly perpetual scowl on it, people would describe her visage as bland and unintelligent. As if not many thoughts passed through her head.
But they did. Oh, many did.
Marge worked as a maid for the Stanton family. The Stanton’s were wealthy people with only one eight year old boy in the family, Toby Stanton. The Stanton’s paid Marge well, for not only did she clean the house, but she served as a 24/7 babysitter for Toby. Sometimes for weeks or months on end, whenever Edward and Carolyn Stanton decided to go on extended vacations and business trips and couldn’t be bothered to look after their eight-year-old son. Marge was the perfect maid and babysitter. She followed orders to the letter, had no social life, and hardly ever went anywhere outside the Stanton’s large house, excluding necessary errands, of course.
The Stanton’s trusted Marge completely, but little did they know that the 33-year-old virgin was tired of pleasing herself every night and had been taking steps to find herself a lover that was easily controlled. For months she had been slipping sweet little Toby male enhancing drugs in his sodas and meals. The mother and father hadn’t even become suspicious at their baby boy’s increasingly large and unnatural package, since they were never home and hardly ever paid attention to their son. After all it was the maid’s job to look after him, wasn’t it? And sweet little Toby never knew any different. He just thought that his wee wee was supposed to be that size.
Tonight though, Marge was ready to bring her plan to the next level. The Stanton’s had left earlier that day on one of their extended vacations. This one was supposed to last for an entire month and Marge intended to have their young son well-trained by then.
Squeezing slowly into the sluttiest outfit she had(a black cupless corset with a g-strap, dark stockings, and tiny black x’s of tape that covered her nipples), Marge then pulled on her regular maid outfit over it. Stalking downstairs, Marge soon found little Toby sitting enraptured in front of his videogames. Toby was a sweetheart, always willing to please, he was very pliant and always obeyed his babysitter. Marge started right in.
“Toby dear, I need you to come over here to the couch,” she said in an uncharacteristically pleasant voice.
Looking up Toby grinned, “Sure Margie,” obediently he shut off his videogame and came to her.
Marge smiled down at him, “Good boy, now bend over the arm of the couch like a good little slut.”
Toby’s eyes widened nervously at what she had called him, but being a good obedient boy as he was raised, he bent forward over the couch arm raising his tiny bum into the air.
Marge smiled down at him, lust gleaming in her eyes, “At last!” she moaned as she placed a greedy hand on his rump and began to squeeze.
Toby shifted nervously, “Margie…what are you doing?”
“Shut up you little bitch, and do as I say.” Marge snarled as she gripped his gym shorts and pulled. Toby gasped as his tiny ass was bared. He was confused by what his babysitter was doing. She had never acted like this before.
Moaning lewdly, Marge laid each of her hands onto a bare ass cheek and rubbed. Toby whimpered as she explored his bum, sliding her fingers along his crack, squeezing softly and then harder, kneading the bubbly butt enthusiastically. It was her first ass even if it was a young boy’s.
Toby squealed in protest as Marge dipped a finger into his anus, poking through into the warmth of his insides, “Ow! Please Margie! What are you doing? Stop! I’m gonna tell Mommy!”
That angered Marge a little, even though she had a whole month in which to train him, Marge didn’t want her little slave thinking like that. With a viscous thrust she poked her finger in all the way adding a second digit to widen him up, “Oh really? Now you listen here you little prick! You even think of tattling to your mommy or daddy and I’ll fuck you up so bad you’ll never be able to get out of bed. You’ll be the sick, cripple boy whom no one wants to play with and whose parents wish they could get rid of him somehow. You understand me?”
Toby nodded, his ass full of griping, wriggling fingers. He sobbed into the couch pillow as he felt like he needed to poop but couldn’t with Marge’s fingers up there. Marge smiled at her new obedient slave and mercifully pulled out. Toby sighed in relief as his asshole returned to it’s normal size.
“Stand up and face me now, Toby,” Marge said.
As he obeyed Marge knelt in front of him. Before her eyes wagged the monster she had been growing over the last several months. Toby’s overly large cock hung between his legs a good nine inches.
And it was hard.
Marge looked up at Toby, her eyes twinkling knowingly, “You filthy slut! You liked being raped, didn’t you?!”
Toby shook his head and denial, tears letting his baby soft cheeks, “N-no.”
Marge grinned lewdly at him, “You can’t lie to me, cumrag. The evidence is right here,” she said as she reached forward and took hold of his dangling member.
Toby gasped as her hand squeezed cruelly, jerking up and down as she verbally abused him, “It’s such a filthy little prick, Toby. I mean what a disgusting little boy you are to be getting thoughts that give you a rod like this. It looks so thick and yummy, I’m just going to have to try it!”
Marge leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the little boys cock with a hungry moan. Toby cried as she slurped away at the head, sticking her fat tongue down its peehole widening it out. Toby wept pathetically, his feelings hurt at what his trusted and loved babysitter was doing to him. Marge moaned around her first cock, enjoying the act of betrayal almost as much as she was the taste of his precum.
Wait, she thought, precum? Boys his age shouldn’t be able to have precum, should they? Maybe the enhancing drugs were more effective than she first realized. She’d have to check the bottle later. Or talk to the manufacturers. They were called Scandia Pharmaceuticals, or something like that. If his system had been changed enough so that he could produce sperm… She had just started ovulating… He might make her pregnant…
Marge moaned at the thought and thrust her head down onto her little victim’s head, burying his cock deep in her throat.
Despite his efforts, Toby felt his cock responding, it felt good and he couldn’t stop it. Suddenly, Marge stopped and pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud pop. Toby watched bewildered as she turned around and got into a kneeling position with her fat ass pointed at him, her fat tits pressed against the rough carpet.
“Ok stud,” Marge cooed, pulling her g-strap down, freeing her fat butt cheeks before she lifted her maid’s skirt to reveal her bare cunt to him, “Put that thing in my pussy and give me a good fuck.”
Toby just stared at her, a little scared, and a lot confused.
Marge sighed in frustration, “Come Toby! Put your wee wee into my cunt! You know that hole below my asshole right in front of you!”
Toby gulped, “Y-you want me to….do it….to you?”
Marge grinned back at him over her shoulder, “Now you’re gettin’ it Toby! Give me a good fuck!”
Puzzled, Toby, nevertheless, obeyed and lined his young ten year old cock up with his babysitter’s pussy. Pushing forward, he heard Marge cry out as he burst through her virginity. He stop uncertainly.
Marge grunted, “Don’t you stop little cunt! Fuck your mistress! Do as I say!!”
Toby gulped nervously again and started moving once more. He thrust all the way in wincing as Marge groaned loudly.
“Oh god! You’re so big!” She moaned as she made an effort to squeeze his big cock with her stretched cunt. As she did Toby let a whimper slip. It felt both painful and pleasuring as she gripped him tight. Her hole was so tiny for such an obese body.
“Keep going,” she moaned lost in the sensation of being filled. Her first cock and it was so thick, even if it was wielded by such a tiny body.
Toby obeyed and began to saw in and out of his rapist, too afraid not to comply. Besides it was starting to feel good. After a bit he felt her pushing back, her fat buttocks wrapping around his slim hips as they met at each thrust. Faster and faster they went, Marge’s folds quivering as Toby lost himself in this new feeling. Toby forgot, momentarily, that he was being molested, and gave himself to the feeling of all that flesh gripping his cock tight, slipping over it wetly, making slurping sounds as her pussy milked his rod. Marge could feel it coming, her first cum with a real cock inside her. She could also feel the eight year old cock in her pussy start to throb.
“That’s right you little cum wad! Cum in me! Knock me up! Make a baby with your house keeper you rich little prick! OH! OH GOD! OHHHHHHHHH YEEEESSSSSS! FUCK BABY JESUS IN THE ASS YOU LITTLE PERVERT!!!!!! GAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Marge screamed and Toby cried as they both came for the first time. His cock head pressed firmly against her cervix feeding it cum to be mixed with hers. Once done, they fell apart, neither a virgin any longer.
Toby lay panting on the floor. Shock, shame, guilt, betrayal, and another feeling he couldn’t place, all warred inside him as he lay sobbing.
Marge got up grinned down at him and left.
Ten minutes later, after she had cleaned up, Marge went looking for Toby, only to find his bedroom door locked. Shaking her head in disappointment, she inserted a key that was clipped at all times to her uniform, into the lock and opened the door. Inside she found Toby in his ridiculously oversized bed, curled up in a fetal position under the covers. Pulling the blankets aside she found him still half naked, his uncleaned cock sticking wetly to the sheets. He instantly whimpered and edged as far away from her as he could.
Marge growled at him, “You are such a disgusting little boy.”
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “P-please don’t make me….”
Marge hissed, “Shut up tramp! You like having your asshole fingered, didn’t you?”
“NO!!!”
“Yes you did, you little girly whore! You liked me sucking your dirty prick, didn’t you?”
“No! I didn‘t!”
“You fucking liar!! You wanted to fuck me! You like it so much you probably gave me a baby!!”
Toby wailed, “No, no, no, no, no!!”
Marge smiled down at him, “It doesn’t matter what you think, Toby. I know that you are a little fuck slut waiting to be made. From now on things are going to change. You will do everything I tell you to. Do you understand?”
Toby sniffled but nodded.
“And you know what will happen if you ever try to tell anyone, right?”
He nodded again, “Yes.”
“And what are you, Toby?”
Toby cried, “I don’t know.”
“You are my little fuck slave, Toby.”
Toby nodded.
“What are you, Toby?”
He sniffled, “I’m your little fuck slave, Margie”
Marge nodded, “That’s a good little cunt. Now get out of bed and stand in front of me.”
Toby meekly crawled out of bed and stood in front of Marge, his head hanging in submission. Marge smiled down at him and started to take off her uniform. Toby’s head jerked up and he stared in shocked silence as he caught sight of what Marge was wearing underneath. Her large fat breasts hung heavy in front of her, only the nipples barely covered by x’s of black tape. Her leather corset stretched tight over her midsection and she had replaced her g-strap. The g-strap looked funny to Toby. It had an odd latch in front over her pussy. Before dropping the maid’s uniform to the ground, Marge retrieved something from it’s pocket and then attached it to her g-strap. Toby’s eyes went wide and his lower lip quivered as he saw that it was a metal cock the exact same length and size as his own.
Marge saw where he was looking and grinned.
“You are such a stupid wicked boy to fuck your babysitter, Toby,” she purred, “We’ll have a new rule now: every time you are naughty and put your dirty cock inside me, your punishment will be for me to do the same to you.”
Tears of terror flowed down Toby’s cheeks at the thought of that large metal rod being shoved inside him. What he didn’t know was there was an equally large rod attached to the opposite side of the g-strap, lodged way up inside Marge’s pussy.
Marge giggled, “So do you like my titties, Toby?” she asked, cupping them in her hands and bouncing them playfully, “I know all little boys just love tits. Don’t you want to suck them, and play with them.”
Toby bowed his head again and sniffed back a tear, “Yes Margie, I do…”
March grinned, “Well maybe later, but right now I need you to turn around and bend over your bed.”
Tiny sobs escaping from his quivering lips, Toby obeyed, showing Marge his tiny young ass. Marge pulled out a tube of lube and slickened her metal cock up. Then she reached down and felt over Toby’s bare ass. The boy quivered into her touch as she groped his ass cheeks. Toby moaned into the mattress as she poked and oil slick finger at his backdoor. Then he cried out as she slipped it in, widening him up. Soon she had two and then three slick fingers groping at his hole. Toby’s sobs escalated as she brought the tip of her cock to his now gaping entrance. Feeling she had been gentle enough for his first time, Marge thrust in hard, burying at least half of her slippery member inside him.
Toby screamed.
Marge moaned, “Ooooohhh! Yes that’s it!”
Toby cried in panic, “It hurts! Stop! Please! AAAAhhhh!! Waaaaahhhhh!! Margie please!!”
Marge laughed and quickly pulled out and thrust back in hard getting most of the cock inside the wriggling, screaming little boy.
“That’s right! Take it baby!“ She moaned, her cheeks flushed as she lost her self in the perversion. She pumped again slamming all the way in this time. Toby squealed like a piglet as her hips met his ass cheeks.
“Oh God! Yes! Does it feel good, Toby? I’m all the way inside you, Baby!“ she moaned as she started a rhythm, pumping in and out with increasing speed. Toby grit his teeth moaning and whimpering as he was impaled over and over. Just when he thought he was starting to go numb and could take it she thrust in all the way and covered his tiny body with her bulky form. Toby wheezed as roles of fat enveloped him squeezing him tight against the mattress. Marge moved her hips, sliding the rods around inside both of them. Wet slurping sounds emanated from their filled holes as Marge rubbed her body, fat tits and all on top of Toby’s.
Suddenly Marge got up, pulling Toby with her. Her cock still deep inside him she gripped him by the base of his rock hard cock to keep him steady as she turned and lay back on the bed with him straddling her, the metal cock still deep inside him. Toby sat there panting through gritted teeth, his tiny boi cunt stretch past capacity.
Marge ran her fingers lightly down his back, “What are you, Toby?” she whisper in a low husky voice.
“I-I-I’m your f-f-fuck slave, Margie!” he stammered in a teeth gritting whimper.
“And fuck slave’s do whatever their mistress’ tell them to, right?”
“Y-yes, Margie! Ah!”
Marge grinned wickedly, “Well slave, I’m tired of doing all the work and I want you to start riding that pole like a pro. I want you to fuck yourself like you love it! And I know you do, Toby! Come on! Pump that cute little ass of yours on my cock!”
Tears flowed freely down Toby’s cheeks. They were partly from pain but mostly they were from embarrassed shame at what he was being made to do. Setting his knees on top of Marge’s wide hips, he slowly pulled up a little and then sank back down with a whimper.
Marge moaned in pleasure, “Nnnnn! That’s it my little whore! Come on! Faster!”
Gritting his teeth, Toby slid up and down the steel rod, moving quicker as his rectum slowly adjusted. After a while he was riding it in a steady rhythm, his bubble butt rising all the way to the head of the cock before plummeting over and over to the base. As he felt the pain recede, Toby looked down in horror to see his cock fully erect. Much as he tried to deny it, he was getting off on the dirty, nasty, shameful things his babysitter was making him do. Riding the metal cock he heard Marge moan as the opposing shaft dug deep into her own body. Her skin flushing with excitement, Marge reached up to grasp her slave around his waist and help him to move faster and harder. Her mitts wrapped around Toby’s waist she slammed him up and down her raping tool making him scream, sob and moan alternately as the different sensations overtook him.
After a while Marge came. Her cum splashed over the metal rod and out onto Toby’s bed sheets as she quivered out her orgasm. She looked to see that Toby’s cock was red and almost pulsing. He was just on the verge of cumming. Pulling a leather strap from the side of her corset she buckled it tightly to the base of his cock. Toby cried out in frustration as he was unable to relieve himself.
Marge grinned, “Not yet, Toby, you’re going to have to learn to hold it. You never cum unless your mistress tells you to, ok.”
Toby gritted his teeth in pained yearning, “B-but Margie! I really need to go! P-please it’s hurting my thingy, Margie!”
Margie laughed, “Well if you like that so much you’re going to love this,” she took another strap and wrapped it around the base of his balls. Cinching it until his testicals strained against their sack, she buckled it down making it impossible for him to spurt his cum.
Toby gave a small cry that sounded almost like a tiny kitten mewing.
Marge looked up at him and smiled, “That’s a rule from now on Toby. You cannot cum unless I let you. Eventually, you’ll learn to hold it and you won’t need the leather restraints, but until then keep them on unless you just want to be raped by one of the kitchen utensils like, oh say, the cheese grater.”
“Y-yes Margie!” Toby whined his lower lip quivering as his cock pulsed against the leather.
“Another thing, Toby,” Marge ordered, “I’m going to call you either Slave, or Toby, Cunt, Pussy, Fuck Rag, well anything that comes to mind really, but from now on you call me Mistress when your parents aren’t home, ok.”
Toby nodded, “Y-yes M-Mistress!”
Marge nodded with satisfaction, “Good.” Giving her slave one last viscous thrust, Marge pulled him off and dumped him on the bed next to her. Wobbling out of the giant bed, Marge went to her cast aside uniform and retrieved something from the pockets. Walking back to Toby, who still lay sobbing on the bed, she attached a spiked collar and leash to his slim neck. Toby gave a pathetic yelp as his mistress pulled on the leash yanking him out of bed.
“Come with me, doggy,” Marge chuckled, “I’ve got someplace new for you to sleep.”
Leading her pet through the house, Marge moved down to the basement where Edward Stanton kept his little used weight room. Earlier Marge had rigged something up for Toby. She had attached a rope to the weights of one of the weight machines, slung it over an overhead beam and attached the other side to a pair of furry hand cuffs. She did this with three other machines as well as hanging a rope with a harness and cinch from the ceiling.
Toby whimpered in apprehension as Marge attached the harness to his waist and made him lie on the floor. Operating the cinch until her slave hung just under six feet from the floor, Marge then pulled the weighted ropes to him and cuffed each of his ankles and wrists until they were pulled tight and weighted thoroughly down.
Running her hands over her quivering slave, Marge found his hanging cock and balls and teased him by slurping him down into her greedy mouth. After making sure that he was secure, she then rolled an upward facing screen to sit directly below him. The screen was attached to a computer which was in turn attached to professional grade cameras that had captured their playtime earlier. That mixed with a collage of especially graphic and degraded child porn played in a loop for Toby’s viewing pleasure. It even had state of the art sound so that he could hear every moan and scream, especially his own.
Marge ran a hand along Toby’s quivering body one last time, “Have a good night, slut. And remember if I find so much as a single drop of cum on the floor, you will be punished most harshly.”
Toby sobbed, “P-please don’t leave me like this Mistress!”
Marge slapped his face and gripped his balls giving them a cruel squeeze as he screamed and she laughed, “Keep complaining, slave. I love it when you give me an excuse to hurt you.”
Climbing back up the stairs, Marge cleaned up the house till it was spotless like she always did.
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