Reformation of the Thief

In a post-society world, Geoff lives well off the land and enjoys the solitude and safety of his cabin - until a woman breaks in, looking for food. Geoff captures her and, upon discovering that she's a reasonably healthy virgin, decides to take her as his wife. Through a two-month program of teasing, denial, and restraint, he breaks down her defenses and teaches her to accept her place in his house. 3.5k words, very dark content rating.

Content Warnings/Tags: abduction/sexual slavery; behavioral indoctrination; fetishization of traditional gender roles; forced/coerced pregnancy; post-apocalyptic setting; lack of consent, and manipulated/pressured consent.

It was the end of the world, and Geoff was doing fine.

Dinner was a stew of fresh rabbit he'd caught in his traps earlier that day, with root vegetables and some deer fat. He'd cooked it over his potbelly stove. The remaining fire in the stove kept his well-insulated cabin warm even in the late autumn chill.

As the sun set, he watched My Cousin Vinny on his old laptop, plugged into the diesel generator that powered the few electrical things he really needed--the refrigerator, the chest freezer. He had a stockpile of batteries, too, and eventually those would go bad, but in the meantime he could enjoy the frivolous conveniences of battery-powered toys.

And wasn't that a life-saver, because he couldn't think how hard it would have been to train up his wife without the help of a few toys.

Geoff could hear her in the bedroom, her faint whines just barely loud enough to interrupt the dialogue of the movie playing on his computer. She'd been more noisy, lately; in the beginning, she'd been angrily silent, obstinate, staging her protest against the circumstances by refusing to respond. Or maybe she'd thought he'd lose interest and let her go if she didn't react.

That ice queen act had started to thaw once he brought out the toys.

A quiet commotion--jangling of chains against metal and a muffled sobbing--was his queue to pause the movie and go to the bedroom. He brought a bowl of the stew with him.

Geoff's wife was an attractive enough woman. A bit skinny, as might be expected given how she'd been living before, but he was feeding her up. Her dark hair had been dirty and matted when she first came into his life, and he'd been forced to cut it down short. Now it was growing out to a cute pixie cut, setting off the bright green of her eyes as she stared tearfully up at him from where she was cuffed to the bed.

She'd spent most of the day there: arms cuffed to the headboard, ankles cuffed to the footboard, legs spread wide to expose the vulnerable slit between them. A velcro strap around her thigh held a vibrating toy in place against her labia, not quite high enough to tease her clit, but positioned to help hold a silicone dilator in her dripping pussy.

Geoff knew from the fuss she'd been kicking up that the battery in the toy must have died.

"Hmmnnn," his wife whined into the gag when she saw him, a long, pleading note. She yanked at the cuffs and rolled her hips, rubbing her dripping slit along the toy, even though it had gone still and quiet and no longer provided her with even the low, teasing stimulation he'd set it to. "Hnn-nnnn!"

"Yeah. I know, training days are rough, sweetheart," he assured her, making his way over to sit on the side of the bed. She tugged at the cuffs again, and he shook his head. "Those're staying on. Still can't trust you, honey, not the way we met."

"Nnh-yyyy," she groaned, her eyebrows creasing into a pitiable expression. Trying to apologize, maybe; Geoff didn't know. He didn't let her speak much. There didn't seem much point to it, not at this stage in their relationship. He didn't even know her name yet.

"We can see about taking the cuffs off in a month or so," he assured her. "Once I'm sure you're not gonna try any funny business. Now, are you ready to eat?"

She looked up at him for another long moment, as if hoping she could convince him to change his plans out of pity.

Finally, in the face of his implacable authority, she nodded, dropping her eyes.

Geoff swapped the muffling cloth in her mouth for a ring gag. "Alright. You know the routine, right, sweetheart? Gotta work for your dinner, huh?"

His wife whined at him and lifted her hips up off the bed beseechingly, exposing the damp patch on the sheets left behind by her hours of torment under the toy. The end of the dilator sticking out of her twitched in the air as her body clenched around it.

Geoff laughed and shook his head.. "I'm not risking getting you pregnant until I'm certain you're civilized, sweetheart. Can't have you running off with my baby in you just because you get spooked, right?" He moved to kneel over her chest, ignoring her whimpers and writhing as she continued to try and entice him to use her sex instead. "Get ready now."

He fed his cock into her mouth through the ring gag, muffling her pleading moans. She resisted only for a second before she threw herself into the blowjob, licking and sucking vigorously.

It was a messy, slurping process with the ring gag holding her mouth open. She'd been shy about that at first, acting embarrassed, like he was trying to humiliate her rather than just taking practical steps to avoid her biting him. But lately she'd been losing her bashfulness.

She was getting better at pleasuring him, too.

She was trainable. Just like Geoff had known she would be when he first set eyes on her three weeks prior.

He'd been out hunting and had come back to find his door wide open, the lock broken. He'd had his gun at the ready as he entered, prepared for another man, or maybe a bear.

Instead, he'd found her. A woman, not much past the age of twenty if he had to guess, and--as he'd determined quite quickly once he'd subdued her and gotten a closer look--a virgin, hymen intact.

Not that Geoff had any care for sexual purity, but the assurance that she wasn't already pregnant and wasn't carrying any diseases was valuable. She was healthy overall, aside from being a bit underfed and suffering from some infected cuts and scrapes.

It seemed like she'd been living on her own for some time, scavenging. He didn't know if she'd been alone since the disaster, or if she'd run away from another group of survivors. Maybe she'd kept to herself to try and avoid exactly the situation she'd run into in Geoff's care.

It didn't really matter. He didn't need to know any of that.

All that mattered was that she was healthy; that he had no reason to believe that she was infertile; and that she belonged to him.

"That's it," he declared with appreciation as he lodged himself in her mouth, his cock pressing into the back of her throat. She swallowed to keep herself from gagging, massaging his cock-head in the process with the tight contractions of her muscles. "Not so bad, is it? Being my wife? You can live right here in the house, stay safe and pretty, and I'll make sure you're fed and taken care of."

She swallowed on him again and squirmed under him, whining faintly.

The vibrations of her voice against his cock made Geoff groan. "I know, darlin'. The training's getting hard, isn't it? You're desperate for me to use you the way you're meant to be used, huh?"

The broken, muffled whimpers she managed around his cock were cute, needy and begging.

He chuckled breathlessly and rocked his hips again, shoving against the back of her throat and forcing her to swallow again. "I really can't risk it yet, sweetheart. Not until I know you're nice and tame for me. I promise it'll be worth the wait, though. I know how to treat a woman right."

She moaned--which Geoff chose to take as agreement, or at least enthusiasm--and then she rubbed her tongue along his cock enticingly.

Geoff grunted and began to fuck into her mouth. Gently, of course; he never wanted to scare her by being too violent, but as his pleasure crested, he had to take some control. He rutted along her tongue and rubbed into the tight clasp of her throat as she swallowed again and again, drool spilling helplessly around the ring of the gag.

Her gaze grew distant and she writhed under him. He could feel the flex of her core muscles under his thighs, the animal-like rutting of her hips against the unresponsive toy still strapped to her body.

When he lost himself to the need and spilled into her mouth with a satisfied growl, she arched, her eyes rolling back and eyelids fluttering as if she were imagining experiencing his orgasm along with him.

Once he'd finished, Geoff pulled out and cleaned his wife's face, wiping away drool and semen and tears that had spilled down her cheeks. "Good job. You're learning fast, you know. I'm proud of you. Can't wait until I can get a baby into you. You're looking forward to it, too, huh?"

His wife responded with a raw, punched-out noise, her hips shifting again, pupils dilated. Hot and ready to go, just like he wanted to see at the end of a training day.

Geoff reached down to un-strap the drained toy from her thigh, and was pleased to see a fresh wetness dripping from her sex, an unambiguous indication that she'd gotten excited from sucking him.

He cleaned her up a bit down there as well, and then--ignoring her whimpers of complaint--drew out the soaked dilator. Her pussy clenched, begging to be penetrated again, and probably by something more exciting than a basic tool.

Geoff paused to admire the sight of it, the way fluids spilled out of her. "You took this pretty well. Next size up tomorrow, huh? We'll get you nice and opened up, and by the time I'm ready to fuck you, it won't hurt at all. No tearing, no bleeding. Just pleasure."

She groaned and lifted her hips, her cunt visibly pulsing again.

Geoff laughed. "Yeah, I get it. You don't care whether it hurts or not at this point, huh? You just want my fat cock in there."

He trailed his fingers through her pubic hair, drinking in her startled gasp, her needy whines as he brushed his nails over the very outer lips of her sex without delving into the wet, sensitive flesh underneath. When he spread the flaps of her pussy to admire her twitching clit, she made a begging noise, her eyes filling with frustrated tears.

"Shhh, it's alright. You can hold out another month, can't you, darlin'?" he assured her.

She shook her head hard. "Ouahhh," she slurred incomprehensibly but emphatically through the ring gag, lifting one of her feet the small amount she could against the cuffs and then dropping it back to the mattress.

When Geoff traced his fingers through the damp hair between her legs again, tugging very lightly, her eyes rolled and her attempts to speak turned to staccato whimpers, her hips lurching up in quick little movements. He clicked his tongue.

"So impatient. If this relationship is gonna work, sweetheart, I need you to trust me." He pressed his fingers down again, massaging on either side of her slit, feeling the way she pushed up into his hand and tried to force contact on her clitoris. "It's a nasty world out there now, isn't it? That's how you ended up in my kitchen, stealing to survive. You'll have an easier life with me--I'll feed you, I'll keep you safe. But in return, I need to know that you respect my leadership. My authority."

The whimpering noises grew tighter and higher-pitched. She was staring through Geoff now, her eyes squinted half-shut. She must have been getting some amount of pleasure out of her desperate little movements, getting closer to orgasm, even without any direct pressure to her clit.

"Good, huh?" he murmured, watching her sweat and squirm, her face screw up with desperation as she worked herself against his hand. "Look how cute you are. Are you getting close, sweetheart? Feeling like you're gonna come pretty hard?"

She whined and nodded frantically, her hips moving more jerkily as her muscles started to lock up, clumsy with exhaustion from fighting against the cuffs and from the impending orgasm.

Geoff pulled his hand away.

His wife squealed and then sobbed, thrashing her head back and forth and struggling wildly against the cuffs as she rocked her hips into the air. "Oooo! Ouurrr!" she cried through the open gag.

"Uh-huh. Yeah, I hear you," he assured her, stroking her thigh as she railed at him, no doubt trying to demand that he put his hand back, that he let her finish. "Not fair, is it? That I get to come every night and you have to wait?"

"Ooh!" she agreed, her voice cracking. Her face was a mess of tears now, and he tutted again and went to dry her cheeks once more.

"That's the point of all this. Right? My choices aren't always going to feel fair to you. I need you to accept that."

She stared up at him beseechingly, her green eyes swimming in tears and red-rimmed now, her sobs quieting to quiet hiccoughs and sniffles.

When he tweaked one of her nipples playfully, she made a plaintive noise, but then gave a small nod, like she understood what he was saying.

"Good. I don't expect it to be easy," he assured her. "Before the world fell apart, you were probably a pretty independent woman, huh? Used to taking care of yourself, relying on your own judgement. I understand why it would be hard to give over that control, I don't expect it to happen overnight. That's why I'm working so hard on breaking you in."

She made another quiet noise of agreement, nodded again. Then she looked towards the food.

"Hungry?" he asked. She nodded. "Alright."

Geoff fetched the chastity belt from where he'd left it to dry after cleaning and sanitizing that morning, and--ignoring his wife's noisy sigh of disappointment--locked it onto her hips, safely securing her sex for future training.

Then he re-arranged her cuffs: undoing each wrist and ankle from the bed, and then attaching them instead to each other, leaving just enough length on the chains between to allow her some movement, but keeping them close enough that she'd be significantly hobbled if she tried anything funny.

Not that he expected her to. She hadn't, not after the first week or so.

He held the bowl for her as she spooned stew carefully through the ring gag and into her mouth. As she ate, he stroked a hand through her hair. She accepted his touch, not flinching away the way she would have only a week prior.

Progress every day.

***

A month passed.

Geoff began to allow his wife to speak on occasion.

He learned that her name was Patricia, but she preferred to be called Trish. He learned that she used to work as an administrative assistant for a high-powered CEO. She'd been fortunate enough to be on vacation outside the city when the bombs had dropped, and had been on her own since then, avoiding other survivors out of fear.

Over the weeks, she adapted to the gags and the cuffs. Even as he removed the restraints from her life, she continued to walk in small, careful steps, avoiding any sudden movements. She remained mostly quiet even when allowed to speak, looking to him for his opinion first, for his guidance and permission.

Over time, too, she seemed to adapt to his ownership of her pleasure. Her need grew, but her disappointment fell away; she cried less, made fewer demands. She allowed Geoff to experiment with her body, to touch her and tease her, to fuck her with the dilators and eventually with a small dildo as he tested her body's capacity and sensitivity. Instead of begging, she learned to simply inform: "I want to come. Geoff, I want to come."

"I know," he told her. "I know you do."

***

Two months and two weeks after he'd first caught his wife, Geoff decided that it was time.

She was ready.

He woke up with the decision already forming in his mind, his cock already rising to the occasion, like he'd been thinking it over in his sleep. Trish lay sleeping beside him, cuddled up loosely against his side. She'd had an easy couple of days, no training, and he knew she was even more sensitive to touch after a period of being left alone.

When he kissed her awake, she moaned eagerly.

When he unlocked the belt around her hips, the moan turned to whimpering.

"Both hands on the headboard," he instructed, and was pleased to see how easily she obeyed, even half-asleep and dizzy with lust. No need for cuffs any longer, not for Trish. She restrained herself, gripping at the bars of the headboard like she was holding on against a windstorm. "Spread your legs."

She did, and then bit out a squealing whine when he rubbed his stiffening cock along her wet slit. Still wet, even after two days of rest. Always wet.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked, and she lifted her hips, nodding eagerly. "Yeah? Ready to be used properly, to be my wife for real? To start making babies for me?"

"Yes, Geoff, yes," she gasped. "I'm ready, put it in me, please!"

So he did. He pressed into the tight, wet heat of her body, and she made a loud, needy noise, wrapping her thighs around him and naturally finding an angle that allowed him to fuck in deep. Each rolling thrust drove a thick noise of pleasure from her.

"That's it," he praised, encouraging. "You feel so fuckin' tight, darlin'. Does it hurt?"

She shook her head emphatically and cried out again on the next thrust.

"Feels good, huh?" He rolled his hips again and again, intentionally dragging his cock along her insides, forcing stuttering whines out of her as he ruthlessly stimulated her g-spot and then ground up close to her cervix. "Not a virgin any more, sweetheart."

Trish whined and squeezed around him, gasped, and then shuddered. She looked overwhelmed, but he knew she must be getting close. He could feel the tight ripples around his cock as her body began to prepare itself for climax.

Geoff started to thrust faster into her, intentionally changing the rhythm and pressure and watching the crease in her face as he stole some of the momentum of her pleasure, forcing her to dance along the edge of orgasm. "You want it really bad, hmm? I can feel your body begging for it. Can you feel it coming?"

"Ye-e-es," she gasped out in time with his thrusts, her cunt clenching tight around him. "Geoff... Geoff..."

"Gonna be a big one, huh? Gonna come really hard for me?" he asked.

She nodded, her eyes screwing shut as she focused on it, chasing the sensation of his cock grinding inside her. Her breath started to come in tight little whimpers. Her muscles tensed, her mouth falling open.

Geoff pulled out.

It took a moment for Trish to open her eyes. When she did, it was to stare at him, her face a confused mess of pleasure and need, her cunt rippling and open, her hands squeezed tight on the headboard.

He stared back at her, gripping his cock and stroking lightly. Keeping himself aroused and ready. Pushing himself closer to finishing as he waited for her to calm down.

It was clear that Trish didn't understand what was happening. Not right away. She made a deep sound of relief when he pushed in again a minute later--and then, after two minutes, when she started to squeak again, her body winding up in preparation for the impending relief of orgasm, he pulled back out, and she cried out in frustration.

"Shh," he murmured, rubbing a hand onto her thigh, squeezing his cock now rather than stroking. He was so close himself, but he wanted to make sure to come inside her. "Shh, sweetheart, it's alright. I'm in charge here, remember?"

Trish lifted her head off the pillow and stared at him--and then she realized.

The confused desperation on her face cleared into dismayed understanding. Tears welled in her eyes.

"Geoff?" she asked, her voice small. Hoping, maybe, that she was wrong, that she had misunderstood his intent.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart. You just need to give it all over to me," he said, reassuring but firm. "Almost finished, alright? I'm almost there."

She stared up at him as he leaned in again. When he pushed back in, her eyes squeezed shut for a moment, overwhelmed with the pleasure of being filled--but then she forced them open again, staring at him. Waiting.

He thrust into her once, twice, three times, and then he went over the edge. He let out a long, satisfied moan as he pressed in deep, spilling wave after wave of come into her.

His wife trembled under him, staring, a half-crazed look in her eye as she drank in the evidence of his pleasure. Her hands squeezed tight on the wood of the headboard, her knuckles turning white.

And then, finally, as he pulled out, her eyes slid shut. The tension on her face relaxed into acceptance.

No tantrum. No disappointment.

Just simple, beautiful submission to Geoff's will.

"There you go. That's it. That's it, Trish," Geoff murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead, her closed eyes. "That's really good. Who's in charge in this family, hmm? Who takes care of you?"

"You," she whispered, her voice shaking with unsatisfied arousal.

"That's right. You're just going to let that orgasm go for me," Geoff said, rubbing a hand over the tight muscles of her stomach. "I know you thought you were going to get to have that one, but it's not up to you, is it?"

"No."

"No." He kissed her forehead again, then kissed her on the lips. Her returned kiss was weak, her breathing uneven. She was still gripping the headboard tightly, no doubt resisting the urge to reach down and touch herself. "It's alright, darlin'. It won't be forever."

"When?" she asked, her voice breaking just a bit, going raw with need.

"That's the whole point, isn't it? That's for me to decide. You'll wait and see."

She stared up at him for another long moment--and then, finally, nodded.

Accepting. Reformed. Transformed.

His.

***THE END***