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The first time he hit her, Mary knew she deserved it. She had hurt John in ways that he would never get over, lying to him and killing his best friend, destroying the trust he had in her. After his fist had collided with her face, she knew that he would never truly trust her again and promised herself that she would be the obedient wife she knew she could be. That was when everything changed. That was when Mary changed, and that was when John let her.
Three days later, Mary woke up to John's weight upon her, his hands pinning hers to the mattress. They were both naked, and she could feel John's hard cock against her thigh. His hands let go of hers, but she remained still, frozen, a silent reminder to be obedient echoing in her head. John's fingers forced their way into her, thrusting hard and fast and providing Mary with no pleasure at all. Gently, he began to lube up his cock, before forcing himself deeply into her. She whimpered in pain, biting down on her lower lip before a survival instinct kicked in and she began pushing at his chest, attempting to get him off her. John growled, slapping her hard across the face before pinning her wrists to the bed once more. Violently, John thrust in and out of his wife, allowing every inch of his hatred of her to drive him forward. Mary began to cry, and God was that hot. She had awoken something dark in him that he planned on exploring with his lying, deceiving wife and that darkness continuously reminded him that she deserved it.
John continued pounding into her body, ignoring her grunts of pain, her tears and her pleasure. She was here for his pleasure, a fact he decided she needed to hear repeatedly, whispered into her ear as he continued to fuck her. He came inside her with a smirk, kissing her forcefully despite her attempts to prevent it.
When she woke up the next day, she found that she was locked inside the house. John had taken her keys, leaving her a prisoner in her own home. She couldn't get out, her phone was gone and he had taken the internet modem with him to work. Mary was left with no contact with the outside world for three whole days.
Those three days were hell. Mary's mind was working overtime and each night she found herself pleading with an unknown entity to return John to her. She promised to make it up to him if he returned to her, promised to be the obedient wife he needed.
When John returned, she found she felt nothing but happiness to see him. He had planned it that way, of course. He could see that Mary's boredom had spurred on a cleaning spree, and smirked lightly to himself. Perhaps she could be retrained to be the perfect wife after all, and he was going to have so much fun training her.