The Corruption of Anna

Yes, this is based on a real person. No, this did not happen (sadly) but was an adaptation of her fantasies. Yes, she's a patreon... and YES, she would absolutely love to hear whatever comments you want to give her (no, I won't be posting a picture of her... sorry). Hopefully you guys can help her extend her kink by giving her some really filthy comments to get off to.

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I'd been talking to Anna off and on for almost a year but things really stepped up in the last month. You see, Anna was a slut. And not just any slut. A submissive, eager to be used, fuck slut. But she needed help realizing it.

Let me start at the beginning. I met this girl online and, like many girls that read my writing, she had fantasies. But that's all they were at the time. She was a good girl. She had a boyfriend. Sure, she fantasized about all kinds of things but that's where they stayed. Until she started following me. Following my posts. Rereading and obsessing over the stories.

When we finally traded emails, it was clear she wanted to be pushed. She wanted someone to make her do all the dark things she'd gotten off to in her mind.

"Anna… it's okay to be a slut. Some guys like that. Lots of guys like that."

"I want to… I just don't know how to start…"

"Does your boyfriend know your fantasies?"

"Some of them…"

"So you're sharing more with a stranger on the internet than with your boyfriend?"

There was a long pause in the chat with the words "Anna is typing" appearing and disappearing for several minutes. Before the words, "Yeah… I guess" appeared.

I laughed myself, imagining her fingers nervously typing and deleting while her free hand teased her body.

"What do you look like, slut?" I typed, emboldened by her obvious submissive nature.

Another long pause and then a picture of a gorgeous ass in a thong. Her waist had that perfect taper and hourglass figure and my instant thought was, "I wonder how she looks bent over?"

"I would do terrible things to you, slut"

"I need that"

"I'd share you with my friends and fuck you with my wife. You'll look so hot getting your ass fucked while cleaning out her juicy cunt"

"Please…" was all she responded with.

"Your boyfriend really isn't using you to your maximum potential"

"No… he's not…"

"Does he know you're talking to me?"

Another long pause. "No"

"So you're a cheating slut"

"Not yet"

"Where do you live?"

"Europe"

And there it was. This girl was the unicorn we'd been fantasizing about. And she didn't live across the state or even across the country. She lived on a different fucking continent.

The conversation sort of dwindled at that point. We'd traded emails and chats. She sent me flirty pictures and I wrote a story about her (Anna has Needs if you're interested). Frankly, I thought it would be an unrealized fantasy… until last week.

"What are you doing Tuesday night?"

"Nothing… why?" I responded, staring at the words glaring at me from my phone.

"I'm flying in… Master."

"Wait? What?" a flurry of questions and worries flitting through my head. Not the least of which was horrific stalker stories. Was this girl Lorena Bobbitt?

I frantically typed, "What do you mean?"

"I'm here for a job interview in California. Then I fly back to New York. But I took two weeks off work and I have a week left…"

"I could fly home… or I could fly to you and visit for a week… if you want… Master"

Shit… it was like I was suddenly living in a porno but with no time to prepare. I rolled over in bed and shook my wife out of her slumber. "Remember that girl from the internet?" I asked.

"The blonde chubby one?"

*No… the hot redhead"

"Oh… the really submissive one that constantly cheats on her boyfriend?"

I nodded, "She wants to come visit."

My wife bolted up, "What? Really?"

I nodded, "I guess the question is…"

"Are we ready for more than fantasy?" We were silent for a moment, just staring at each other.

"What do you want?" she asked.

I swallowed and whispered with a dry throat, "I want her to come."

"You want to fuck her?" she asked. There was no judgement in her tone. I nodded and Ellen scooted closer to me. Her hand reached down and stroked my cock, "You want me to fuck her?"

"Oh yeah," I whispered.

"You think she'll fuck Dave?" she asked, referencing the neighbor that often found his way into some of our fantasies.

"She'll fuck who I tell her to," I replied, images of Anna getting double teamed by me and our neighbor flitting through my mind. My wife's hand squeezed my cock, silently reminding me how much she liked it when I took charge.

"Don't worry though… the first thing we'll have her do is fulfill your fantasy."

My wife simply shivered and said, "Tell her to come."

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When the big day arrived, I was full of jitters. I was at the airport, waiting for a virtual stranger to come visit. The Atlanta airport was bustling and packed as always. Commuters coming from all over desperate to make connections or meet loved ones.

We'd had phone sex the night before. It was the first time she'd heard my voice and I'd made her edge herself, forbidding an orgasm, for two hours. When I pointed out that she was coming to a stranger's home in a foreign country to be trained as a sex toy, she'd whimpered and begged. When I pointed out she didn't even know my name, she'd nearly broken and cum from the torment alone.

Now I was standing at the escalators, evaluating every new head that appeared above that mechanical horizon. My last instructions to her had been to tell her what to wear. Low cut, tight white tank top that would allow me to see the tattoo on her right bicep, a tight red miniskirt that went to mid thigh, a black lace bra that would prevent airport security from throwing her off the plane and heels. Nothing else. When she told me she didn't have it, I simply told her to go shopping in the morning. I think the thought of being forced to purchase her own sex clothes turned her on even more.

I watched the string of people. Not her. Not her. Wow she's hot but… no. No tattoo. The throng of people rushed passed me as family, cabbies, and limo drivers stood waiting. Suddenly a stunning redhead appeared. Just her head at first and then the white tank top straps were revealed. Her wide shoulders adorned with the thin black straps of a bra. My eyes darted to the cleavage on display before tearing away to her right arm. There were the flowers showing and I knew it was her. I didn't even bother to note the sharp taper of her waist or the ultra short miniskirt or the strappy five inch heels. I was barely cognizant of the strong smooth legs that would soon be wrapped around me. All I knew was I was finally seeing my fuck toy in person.

She looked around and I walked to the side, stepping out of her direct view. I'd told her explicitly to wait here for me. To do nothing from this point on without explicit instructions from me. I watched her, curious to see what she'd do.

Her head searched from side to side. Her face inscrutable and detached. She looked… not worried… concerned? Alert? It was hard to tell. I walked quietly up behind her, merging with the newcomers off the elevator as she stood directly in the flow of 100s of travelers.

"Hello, Anna"

The sigh of relief was instant. She leaned back into me, almost as if she was seeking the reassurance of physical contact to convince herself this was real. "Master," she moaned softly. I barely noticed the surprised looks of a couple people as they caught the word. But they were gone too quick to matter. Nothing mattered. My hand came out of my pocket and slid across her neck.

"Lift your hair, slut," I said. Not caring who heard.

She did as instructed, still not having turned towards me or asked any questions. Her submission was absolute. I rewarded her by clasping the thick leather collar in place around her neck. There was no hiding her roll in our relationship now. It was the collar of a pet. A plaything. A toy. My toy.

I spun her around and looked at her, "Last chance. Is this what you want?"

She nodded without hesitation and cracked a smile, "More than anything, Master"

"Good girl," I said and gave her a kiss. Her lips were soft and wet. She kissed me eagerly. Desperately. She obviously needed this. The kiss told me that even more clearly than her words.

We walked to the baggage claim to get her clothes. Not that she'd need them for the next week.

"Was your flight alright?" I asked.

"Yes," she said nervously.

"Yes what, slut?"

"Yes, Master," she said. The small tight smile across her face told me she loved the game. Her English was quite good but the lilting French accent was impossible to miss. That thought naturally led me to thinking about her tongue and I had to adjust myself slightly. She noticed and her grin widened.

I grabbed the bag she indicated, lifting it and pulling it behind. She walked with me on the other side and I placed my hand possessively around her hip. I have mixed emotions when it comes to women. I was going to make Anna fuck several men while she was here… but I still wanted them to know she was my property. I wanted everyone to understand she was my property. Even…

We got to the car and I said, "What time is it back home?"

She looked confused and then did the mental arithmetic, "3 in the morning."

"Call your boyfriend. Tell him you're here."

She nodded and pulled her phone out. Again, no hesitation. No delay. Just pure obedience. I reached over and felt her thigh, working my finger up to the hot, shaved, cunt dripping between her legs. She gasped at the sudden touch but simply spread her legs in response.

The phone rang several times, and eventually a groggy voice answered just as I was paying for parking. Anna started to speak in her native language but I held my hand up, "English. Tell him your new owner has collected you and you're driving to your home for the week."

She relayed the message and I heard a gasp on the phone. "Tell him if he's very lucky, he can have you back… someday." My fingers continued to work on her, causing her to gasp and moan softly into the phone as she squirmed under my touch.

The man's voice on the other hand seemed confused and was asking questions. "Tell him where my fingers are."

"Master's expert fingers are fucking my cunt… his cunt now," she said,

"Hang up, bitch," I told her, loud enough for him to hear. She promptly tossed the phone down and threw her head back to enjoy my fingers.

"Fuck yes… I needed this… did you mean that? Am I really yours now?" Her tone was hopefully and needy.

I looked at her and smirked… "You've been mine for awhile."

She bit her lip and nodded, knowing it was true.

Every time I'd written a story inspired by her, she'd fallen a little more under my control. I already had her heart and her mind. I was really just adding her body to my collection.

We drove to my house, a little secluded from the other homes at the back of a large subdivision. The house was down a cul-de-sac and set deep onto the property. We wouldn't be disturbed. Which was good because I intended to hear Anna do a lot of screaming. Trees lined the driveway, obscuring any observers.

As we pulled down the long path, I slipped my fingers out, eliciting a sad whimper from the gorgeous redhead splayed out on the passenger seat. Her miniskirt was up to her waist and her tank top was all akimbo. "Strip, slut. Leave the shoes on."

"Yes, Master," she said after the briefest glance around.

"You're awfully trusting," I pointed out.

"I trust you, Master," her voice was soft and shy. It was ridiculous for her to say that. Wildly unsafe. I knew it. I hoped she knew it. But I wasn't going to abuse that trust.

"If anything we do this weekend is too much, you say 'Paris' and we'll stop and talk."

"I will not say 'Paris' after this moment, Master."

I grinned at her and pointed her towards the door of the house. She walked proudly and slowly towards the front door. No worries about who might see her.

I opened the door and let her in. The only sound was the click-clack of her heels on the hard wood. Followed by the gasp from Anna as she saw my wife. Before I'd left, I'd tied my wife up on the floor. Her legs were over her head, ankles tied to wrists and her wrists were bound by rope to the feet of our very heavy couch. Her cunt was on display. It was obviously used and raw and she was blindfolded and gagged.

"Hello, slut #1. I'm home with slut #2." I grabbed Anna's hand and pulled her to my squirming wife, "Before I left, I filled my wife up with cum. Now you're going to fulfill her biggest fantasy. You're going to lick her clean while I fuck your ass hard and rough."

Anna gasped in surprise. She'd probably been expecting a slow build up and I was simply throwing her in the deep end. I figured it was better to see how she did with this. On the one hand, this was extreme. On the other, it really wasn't that wild in any of the individual parts. Licking pussy. Eating my cum. Being fucked in the ass. These were all things I knew she wanted.

"Well, slut?

"Sorry, Master. I was just mesmerized by how beautiful your wife looks all tied up and leaking your cum. And how lucky I am to be able to clean her for you while also taking your cock in my most intimate hole."

She knelt down and leaned towards my wife's raw gash. The trusses up brunette whimpered and squirmed as she felt Anna's hot breath on her cunt.

"My wife isn't a big fan of anal sex. She'll do it. But she doesn't love it. I'm going to make you love it by the end of the week, Anna."

The red head shivered and smiled, "I'd like that, Master. Please train me to be your little anal slut." Then she buried her face in my wife's cunt making her scream with an instant orgasm.

"She's my wife," I said as I positioned behind Anna and applied a healthy amount of lube. "She can cum whenever she wants. You, Anna, can't come without explicit permission or if my cock is in your ass. Understand?" I said, sliding a finger into her tight backdoor to drive my point home.

"Yeth, mathter," she murmured into my wife's pussy.

"Good girl," I said as I eased my cock into its new home. "I'm there, baby. I'm in the whore's ass. Is she a good little rug muncher?"

My wife's garbled answer was obviously something in the affirmative because it was accompanied by another orgasm.

"Fuck, Master."

"Call your boyfriend again," I said, tossing her phone next to her. "On speaker."

She dialed frantically, fingers making numerous errors as she finally managed to punch in the right number. This time the phone answered more quickly. "Anna?"

I ignored him. "Tell your cuck boyfriend where my cock is, slut #2."

"My ass… fuck… it's in my ass."

"Have I even bothered with your other fuckholes?"

"No Master. You probably won't until I'm a well trained anal slut!" She screamed as I jammed in deep and hard.

"This is what the bitch needs. Her ass is so fucking tight. Obviously you don't know what to do with her. Tell her you're happy for her."

The defeated voice over the phone whispered, "I'm happy for you."

"Tell her you're glad she finally found someone that can properly use her."

"I am… Anna. I love you and I just want you to have what you need."

"Who do you love, Anna?"

"Oh… God… fuck…you and your ass fucking cock, Master."

"Tell him goodbye."

Instead of saying it, she screamed an orgasm, as I pounded her hard. I chuckled, "I guess that's goodbye. She's mine now." I hung up the phone and grabbed her hips, fingers sinking into her nice ass as I took what I wanted from her.

It was a great fucking week. Anna got the job. It was supposed to be remote but she asked if they'd sponsor her if she moved to the US. Turns out we had just enough extra room to fit a new toy.