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Light had been kidnapped three years ago, the infamous killer and serial thief and con artist had taken him from everyone he knew and trained him to be the perfect wife. Not husband, not slave, not even servant but wife.
Light had been one of the best junior detectives there had ever been, up until the very day he was taken, and ruined. The torture had been intense, but now, Light behaves as well as he ever could. L spent a lot of money to make him exactly how he wanted to be. Light once had a cock just as any other man did, but now he had both a tight cunt that L used to his advantage day in and day out and his useless cock. He wore the pretties of dresses money could buy, and even after a lot of protest. Helped and supported his serial killer husband the best he could.
He was referred to as honey, baby, my wife, my women, my girl.
Deep down, Light knew he was no woman but there was no escaping it no matter how desperately he desired to. No one would ever want to take him in after what he had been through. His body had been mutilated, he had been claimed in every way he possibly could to belong to L. He wore scares of his captures name deep in his skin. The scars that would never heal. Bruises and cuts from days of his fight still plagued him. No one would want to love that, no one would want to claim that as theirs.
No one but his kidnapper.
Light was standing before L, the man tsking about something he had done wrong. He was supposed to have dinner on the table at a very specific time, six o'clock sharp. But it had been finished by 6:10. "My naughty bitch. You know very well how this home runs. Bend over."
Light bent over, tears threatened to fall down his cheeks. L smirked watching his wet folds drip, there had been a lot of process to get him exactly how he desired. Light waited for the first blow, L loved to use toys when he misbehaved specifically. Light braced himself for whatever was to come. He yelped as he was hit with a paddle, then again, and again. Light gripped the bed sheet tightly as he felt another hit with the paddle. He heard the wooden object get chucked across the room, the sound of his zipper being undone seemed to rack through the room like a the sound of thunder.
"You were being so good little one," L muttered. Light closed his eyes tight as he felt L slam himself deep inside his cunt. "That's my good girl, take my cock and we can talk about how to make sure this doesn't happen again right?"
"R..r-right." Light mumbled taking the rough fucking. L gripped his hips tightly enjoying his sheath. L grunted as he came, filling Light's cunt up.
His useless cock was soon grabbed by L. "Who's my good bitch huh?"
"M..Me.. I am.." Light managed out through his teeth before he soon came. L chuckled and pulled away leaving his cunt dripping from L's cum. L circled his naked frame, examining all the things that had been written on him with a knife in the past. "That's my pretty wife, how about you go and make me some cake as an apology."
"Yes sir." Light said, he quickly raced to find a nice dress and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen. He opened up the nearest cookbook and began to work as quickly as he could without making any mistakes. He sighed as he placed the cake in the oven to bake. The dress he wore was tight, they always were. L loved seeing his body in them, Light did his best to behave because he knew exactly what L could do if he truly wanted to. He had seen too much carnage since becoming his 'wife', and even before as a detective it only got worse the longer he had been with him.
L was waiting in his office, the smell of cake wafting up to him. Light was pacing still, mixing the frosting to go on the cake itself.
L knew he scared Light but he also enjoyed scaring him. He found it fun to make sure Light followed his every order.
Light scurried up the stairs once he frosted the cake, he cut a nice serving and made sure there was a napkin and silverware. He hurried up the stairs, stumbling a bit in the heels he was still not used to wearing.
“There is my good wife.” L smirked, licking his lips. Light sat the cake on L’s desk and waited patiently for his next orders, he knew there would be something. Knew that he would have more in store for him which made him nervous to say the least.
“Get down on your knees like a good wife and suck my cock while I enjoy this cake, understand?”
“Yes sir.” Light mumbled dropping to his knees, he was thankful he was at least off the heels now. He unbuckled L’s pants and began to suck his cock with no resistance. L groaned in pleasure while enjoying his cake. Light continued sucking until L wrapped his hair in his hand and pulled him away.
“Good girl, now cock warm until I fill you up. Understand?”
“Yes sir.” He mumbled pulling his panties down around his ankles. L licked his lips once more and dropped him onto cock. Light said nothing but wanted to protest as his cock slid into his fabricated cunt.
“Wish I could round your belly with more than seed.” L muttered as he began to bounce Light on his cock. “Technology doesn’t let me impregnate you just yet however. Odds are, unless I try and make it happen, it likely won’t happen in our lifetime.”
Light sighed, he was thankful he wouldn't be impregnated. He didn’t want to carry his child. What Light really wanted was to go home, but at this point he didn’t see any way that would possibly happen.
“Little thing.” L mumbled. “My pretty girl.”
Light lowered his eyes, he didn’t want to be his bitch, but here he was. His slut, and slave.
His wife.