To Become a Fuck Toy

Mrs. Donna Connily had a degenerative bone disease, or so all the neighbors thought. That is what they were told, after all, by both Donna and her husband, Dr. Jacob Connily. He was a surgeon at a local hospital, and one of high regards at that. Most of the families in the lovely little suburbs in which they lived had sought him out on numerous occasions for medical advice. He was always very patient and kind, and Donna was the same. Everyone thought well of the couple and their two children, Mike and Lisa; The neighbors looked out for Donna with her troubles and often whispered to each other how horrible it was that such an affliction would settle upon such a wonderful mother and beautiful woman as she. No one suspected that her condition was anything but that: a serious medical illness.
It started right after Lisa was born seventeen years ago. She was two years younger than Mike, and everyone always said had wonderful it was that Donna had been able to give birth to two such bright and beautiful children before her condition set in and made it impossible for her to have any more children - the strain of pregnancy was too much for her bones to bear at that point.
Lisa's birth had been hard enough, and it was a few months after she was born that Donna's left leg beneath the knee had to be amputated, the bones having been strained during the pregnancy. It wasn't long after that, maybe a year or so, that she would loose that leg altogether.
And the neighbors watched as the children grew up and as Donna's body slowly wore away. She seemed so young and full of life and happiness, even after she lost her right leg, first below the knee and then, like the left one before it, having to have it removed at the hip, leaving her forever in a wheel chair. The children took it well, though, and everyone agreed on just how great and loving Mike and Lisa were, helping out their failing mother, doing everything for her. Jacob, being the successful doctor, was more than able to foot any bills that came up and have the house altered suite his wife's new complications. He supported her and stood by her through it all, the model of the loving husband, even when Donna lost her right hand, then forearm, then the rest at the shoulder.
Nothing ever seemed to get the family down, nothing. They were full of life and happiness, and it seemed that they spend every moment they could together. Often the children, now in their teens, would wheel their mother into the yard and they would lift her down to the ground so they could all weed the garden together. Donna was there for ever baseball game Mike was in and each of Lisa's soccer matches. The model of the perfect family, that is what they thought. No one suspected the truth of it.
* * * * *
Lisa hugged her mother, trying her best to hold back the tears, knowing it's not what her mother wanted to see. Donna held her daughter close with her one good arm, wishing she still had a hand with which to caress Lisa's hair. "It's okay," she whispered to Lisa. "I'll always be here for you. Always. You knew this was going to happen."
Mike signed and shook his head. This whole thing was ridiculous, and Lisa's blubbering only made it worse. She took it oh so seriously; it didn't deserve that kind of attention. It didn't deserve any. They weren't loosing anything - if fact, it would be better when his mother was gone. He wouldn't have to wait on her anymore, serve her like her bed nurse. This was a moment to be happy - this was the moment of freedom at last. Lisa just couldn't get over it.
"I know, I know," Lisa whispered. "I'll come see you. Every day. I swear!"
"You don't need to do that, Sweety. I'll be fine! You have to go on with your own life. I'll be there when you need me, but you don't need to take care of me anymore. You shouldn't be. That's not the point."
"I know, I know. I just - I don't want to loose you!"
"That can't be helped," Donna told her daughter.
Dr. Connily walked into the room, dressed in his surgical scrubs. "It's time. You sure about this, Donna?"
"Yes," Donna replied, letting go of her daughter. "I'm sure. This is what I want."
Jacob nodded and began to wheel her out of the room. "I'll be finished up before dinner, kids. Lisa, you'll be able to see her tonight. Just try not to think to much about it."
As she disappeared down the hallway, Donna yelled back to her kids. "I'm no longer your mother, kids. I'm no longer your mother."
Lisa began to cry in earnest upon hearing those words, but Mike just sighed. "Not like she was much of a mother to begin with. Sick freak, she'll be more useful after this then she ever was before. Probably like her more, anyway."
"Shut up!" Lisa screamed at her older brother and rushed from the room.
* * * * *
Donna awoke on the bed, naked save for the bandages on the stub of her left shoulder. There was only a little pain, and she was well used to that at this point. She was a little high on pain killers, she could tell, but even higher on the elation of the moment. No arms, no legs, she was nothing but a truck with four stumps where her limbs had once been.
Her husband was standing over her, looking into her eyes and smiling as she awoke. He was cleaned up after his surgery - she had been out for a while, no doubt - and watching over her. When her eyes were on his and she seemed focused, he held up for her to see a chain with two beautiful rings dangling from it: her wedding band and her engagement ring. When she had lost her left hand a year ago, she had them put on a chain for her to wear around her neck. He had them now.
"You sure about this?" he asked.
"It's a little late to go back, now," she said smiling up at him. He was about to protest that statement, but she cut him off, "Yes, Jacaob, I'm sure. More sure then I have ever been. I love you!"
"And I love you," he said as he leaned in to kiss her.
"You shouldn't love me," she replied. "You should want to fuck me."
"I do," Jacob stated empathically. "I do."
"Then do it," Donna purred, licking her lips.
Jacob grinned. It was like this after all of her surgeries; as soon as she had something removed, she was horny as hell. He was amazed to find that this lust in her didn't die out, and grew with every operation. After her last amputation the loss of her second hand, she had pretty much become a compete nymph, wet and lusty at the mere thought of sex. Now that she had her final amputation, the last bit of her limbs removed, Jacob figured she would be damn insatiable.
He pulled off his cloths and climbed on the bed, his body easy enveloping her own. He didn't kiss her, didn't caress or touch her body. He just shoved his rigid cock into her slick cunt and began to fuck her.
Donna cried out in pleasure as he fucked her. She could hold him, touch him, she couldn't even raise her face to kiss him anywhere. It was impersonal; they could no longer make love like they had when they were married - there was no tenderness, no gentleness. She was a fuck toy now, not a human being. She was tits and cunt and ass and mouth, now, and little more than that. And that thought drove her wild. Already her body was mounting towards an incredible orgasm, fueled many on the knowledge that she had become a thing, an object.
And Jacob told her so, knowing that that was his wife's wish. "Look at you, you fucking slut," he said as he banged away at her, her body jerking up and down on the mattress from the force of his thrusts. "Nothing but a receptacle for cum. That's all you're good for now: fucking. Can't do anything else with you, can we? Just cum in you."
"Yes, cum in me," she cried out as her first amazing climax rippled through her body. "I'm your fucking cum sponge; use me! God, please, use me!"
Jacob kept fucking her, twisting her light body as he see fit. He flipped her on her side, first, and then onto her stomach. She offered no resistance, could offer no resistance. Even if she wanted to get away, she was powerless to do so, and that knowledge made it all the more exciting for her.
Jacob pulled out at least, nearly expended, but not quite. He rested a few moments, letting himself cool down. He slapped his wife hard on the ass, then spread her cheeks. "I think it's time we give this ass the fucking it deserves," he said, grinning. When she had limbs, she had never let me fuck her ass. Up until the end, she had insisted: no anal sex. But now he could do as he pleased, and she could not stop him.
She didn't even protest. It would be futile to do so since he would simply shove his cock in her ass and fuck her anyway - how could she stop him.
He spit on to her anus a few times, just to slick her ass up. Whether it would ease her discomfort or not, he had no idea, but it was worth at least that little to try. He aimed his cock up with her little puckered hole and pressed the tip of his head against her anus. He reached up and grabbed her shoulders with his hands.
"Ready?" he asked. Without waiting for her response, he pulled down on her body with his arms and pushed up with his thighs, shoving his throbbing member deep into her virgin ass with one quick thrust.
She cried out in pain, but it was wonder, exhilarating agony. She had deterred anal sex, not because she objected to it, but because she thought it would be better for Jacob to take her anal virginity from her rather than have her give it up. From the beginning of their relationship, they both knew that one day it would come down to this, when she was nothing but an object for pleasure.
And it was well worth it. That he was cruelly forcing his thick cock in her tight hole, fucking her ass without her consent, without even caring about her consent, that made this one of the hottest moments of her life. The pain was intense, his every thrust inside of her was hot, searing agony, but it made her cum over and over as she flopped helplessly beneath his humping body.
At last he pulled out and flipped her over roughly. He hastily mounted her chest, shoving his cock to her mouth. She opened for him, willingly accepting his dick straight from her ass. She could taste the earthiness of it, the foul dirty taste of her rear, and she found herself overwhelmed by it, high from it, because she was forced to acquiesce to the bitterness without question, without complaint. She sucked and licked at his dick as he thrust a few times between her lips. With a grunt, his cum spewed into her mouth, and she eagerly swallowed it all down.
He pumped several long shots down her throat; Donna could tell he had enjoyed that fucking, that his own climax had been incredible and intense. He moaned a few times as he gained his breath back, and she continued to suckle his penis, even as it shriveled in her mouth and the last of his cum flowed down her throat.
"That was great," he murmured, grinning down at her.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"How's your ass?"
"Stings like a bitch," she replied, still grinning.
"Good. Get used to it, cause I think I'm going to be fucking that ass a lot from now on."
"Anything you want."
"I know," Jacob replied. He scooped up the rings from where he had dropped them and looked at her, his eyes asking the question his lips did not form.
Donna nodded. "Get rid of them. Sell them, get yourself a new car or something. Buy something for a girl friend. I'm not your wife any more, Jacob. I'm your toy. Use me as you want to, for whatever you want, but that's all I am: a fuck toy for your cock."
"Just my cock?" he asked with a cheeky grin.
She smiled back. "No. For any cock, for any cunt. I'm just a fuck toy for your pleasure. Anything you want to do to this body, it is yours to do so."
Jacob's hand slid across her cunt; she was still soaking wet, and she shivered with pleasure and desire at the touch. She was ready for more, longing for more, and he knew it. But he wasn't going to give her that satisfaction, not yet. He knew he would be back at least once more before this evening was over; seeing her armless, legless body open and naked on the bed was already getting his turned on again, but he wanted her to stay horny and frustrated a little longer before he sated his own rising lust.
"I'm going to go have dinner now," Jacob declared, starting to put back on his cloths. "I'll tell the kids you made it through okay and everything is going well."
"Thank you. I'm sure Lisa is still having a hard time with all of this."
Jacob nodded. He had seen his daughter just before coming in to check on Donna - she seemed to be in shock. She would get used to it, soon, but for now, it kind of helped to have her in such a state. After all, with Donna's death to fake and a funeral to attend for her, Lisa would be very convincing as the grieving child.