Jingo's POV
I put my wife down on my bed, inspecting her wounds that I had inflicted on her with the crop.
Big scarlett welts stood out on her creamy white skin, it was just like painting on a canvas.
I applied the antiseptic cream to her wounds which had opened up, bandaging them with thick cotton pads, "don't even bother trying to sleep on your back tonight, sugar," I grumbled to her, pulling the covers over her freezing cold body, rubbing the warmth back into her with my hands. Once she was asleep, I walked out of the bedroom, heading downstairs into the kitchen which was filled with canned foods, MRE's, and various powdered/dried foods.
I knew my wife would be hungry and expecting food so I mixed up some powdered milk with hot water inside a baby bottle, putting on the lid and shaking it all up as I walked back into my room.
Tia opened her mouth hungrily like a baby bird when she saw the bottle of milk, a small squeak escaping her plump lips as I pushed the rubber teat into her mouth, stroking her head as she suckled.
I stared down into her sky blue eyes, they were phenomenally beautiful, I could pick her out easily from a crowd of a hundred other women just by looking at her eyes. Just the way they glistened with fight and courage made my head spin, never had I met a woman who held those attributes.
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Tia's POV
The anger of being reduced to this level made my stomach churn and my thighs quiver, this was just so stupid but I was so hungry so I took what he had to offer.
Once Jingo had left the room I got up, hissing in pain, the welts on my back causing a burning hot pain to course through my body.
I tested the door handle, smiling when it unlocked for me. I looked down both sides of the hallway, empty, walking out, memorizing all the twists and turns, the concrete floor smooth and cold against the soles of my feet.
I stopped in front of a large steel door at the end of the hallway, this must be the way out... I contemplated making a run for it but the risk of being out in the wilderness in the midst of winter and without clothes, I was bound to die, but wouldn't anywhere be better than with this crazy, armed war veteran. Strong, beefy arms wrapped themselves around my bust, squishing my breasts uncomfortably, I let out a high-pitched squeal in surprise, I hadn't even heard him coming, how could such a large man be so quiet??!
His lips pressed against the back of my neck and I quivered, shutting my eyes, going submissive just like he wanted me to. My thighs quivered more from fear and of course Jingo took this as a sign that I wanted sex.
The goddamn man had an insatiable libido, everything seemed to equal sex.
He threw me over his shoulder, slapping and groping my ass, dirty talking to me the whole way before he unceremoniously dropped me down onto the bed, rolling me onto my back and taking me as roughly as a wild animal, grunting and groaning, biting down on the tender flesh in my neck. I pulled a straight face despite the pain of the wounds on my back, it would only bring him more satisfaction to see me crying. He finished off inside me again within two minutes, thank fuck he hadn't lasted long.
He stayed on top of me, his cock falling limp inside me.
"Tonight I'm going to give you a pregnancy tester and you'll try it..
You better be pregnant after all these times I've fucked you."
As usual I gave him no response, shutting my eyes.
"Were you even listening?"
He growled at me.
I scowled, god he was so agonizingly annoying, always telling me off and treating me like a dog. "Yeah I was, but what the fuck makes you think I would really want to listen to you?!"
I snapped, baring my teeth at him. He could hurt me numerously but I'd never lose my strong hatred for him.
In response he snarled, "time for round two then," he rolled me over onto my back, reaching to the side and grabbing an O-ring gag.
I let out an angry scream as he forced my jaws apart, shoving in the metal ring that prevented my mouth from shutting.
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Jingo's POV
Holy fuck she was so sexy when she got angry at me, her adorable chubby cheeks going red from her anger and the outraged sounds that she made, it made me desperate to shove my cock in her mouth just to shut her up.
I could already imagine it, the fury radiating off her and the tears in her eyes, it made my cock hard again, so hard and erect that it touched my belly.
I crawled up her, sitting on her chest and leaning forwards, forcing my cock into her open mouth, hearing her muffled cries around my cock, the vibrations from her voice sending a pleasurable sensation through my member. I kept thrusting until I had almost reached orgasm, pulling out of her mouth and undoing her gag.
"You better use that tongue or I'll give you a harsher punishment than before. I turned around, sitting on her face, snickering when she whimpered in protest, "fucking damn start licking before I grow impatient and hurt you," I said darkly. The idea of making her bleed and hurt only turned me on and I was secretly begging for her to disobey me.
Her warm tongue lapped at my entrance and I shut my eyes, savouring the sensation, I knew I could make her do anything for me, she just needed a bit longer to be completely broken just as I was.
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Tia's POV
I mindlessly licked him, my mind wandering off to thoughts of freedom, my friends, family, home, pets.. Anything to take my mind off him.
It was so close, my freedom, I could practically taste it, all it would take was one well placed stab to his heart and the man would be dead but the only problem was that he was a crazy, hyper-alert veteran, I'd have to try and earn his trust first by acting as his 'wife' so that I could have privileges.
A million other ideas occurred to me, he'd want me to cook for him if I was his wife, I could always poison or drug him. Maybe if I gave him lots of sex until he was exhausted, I'd be able to sneak out, and if I was caught in any of these acts I would no doubt be punished but if I am pregnant then he cannot hurt me, that man has some creepy, twisted vision on what a happy family is. He must've had a really fucked up upbringing but I don't feel sorry for him at all.
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Jingo's POV
"Sit the hell down," I sighed, rubbing my forehead in frustration, I was excited to find out whether or not my wife was pregnant but she was reluctant to take the test in front of me, "its just piss, I've seen it all," I told her, my tone gruff and low.
She flinched and sat down on the toilet, holding the test under her, looking away as she urinated on it, her hand shaking so much that she almost dropped the test and I had to hold her hand steady.
She lifted the test, handing it to me without even looking at it. I took it and looked down at it, a grin wider than the Mississippi river tugging at my lips, "I'm going to be a father!"
Tia went limp, slumping forwards and I quickly caught her before she hit the ground, pressing my face close to her with a purr, I loved her so much, so much that I was convinced that I would die for both her and our unborn child.
My child would be healthy and perfect. It's mother's big childbearing hips, and plump breasts that would produce rich and nutritious milk would ensure that it grew up healthy at strong to be like me.
And after she had birthed our first child, I'd get her pregnant as soon as she had started ovulating again.
I laid my unconscious wife down on the bed, I couldn't blame her for passing out, she was going to be a mother!
