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He adjusted his tie in the mirror and then glanced over at his wife Patricia, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was adjusting her sheer tan lace topped stay up stockings. A sight that made his cock twitch. She stood and then played with the waist of her skirt, trying to push it down a little.

“John, I think this may be a little too short for this business dinner. I mean I can see the tops of the stockings, and if I bend over, even just a little, I know someone could easily see my bum cheeks.” She protested to her husband.

He turned and looked directly at his wife of some 12 years. “Remember when you agreed to do anything…Anything! To help me get my promotion in the firm?” he asked sternly.

She fidgeted with the edge of her rather obscenely short skirt and lowered her eyes to the floor. A blush came over her as she answered, “Yes Sir, I remember…But at the time you had a vibrator going full blast in my pussy while you pulled on those horrible nipple clamps, and you kept threatening to anally fuck me… So I may have been coerced….Sir.”

John grinned as he listened to his wife recount the night, just a few days ago, when he broached the subject of a partner’s dinner. A dinner that was to be the deciding factor in his promotion at the firm to a full fledged equity partner. Which would bring a hefty raise and more power for him in the firm.

A week ago, the partners had let him know that the promotion was his for the taking, it just required one last effort on his part. And that was to bring his lovely wife to a special dinner and let her help earn his promotion.

“Earn how?” John had naïvely asked. Unaware that men at the firm had a test, of sorts, that they put the prospective partner’s and their pretty and sometimes unsuspecting wives through.

Steven the senior managing partner answered bluntly for John, “You bring your lovely wife to our dinner and we all take turns debasing her, punishing her, and fucking the daylights out of her. And if she passes our evening test, the promotion is yours.”

John gulped and then looked around at the other six partners. Each was smiling and nodding. A younger partner named Evan, even licked his lips and murmured , “Yumm, that lovely Patricia, kneeling at my feet, my cock sliding in and out of her succulent mouth.”

“I bet she is one spectacular cock sucking wife. Will we need to ring gag her John? Like Maria’s first time, eh Phil?” he asked, looking not at John, but at another smirking partner.

“Or do you think she will put up no resistance? She’ll be a good and willing little slave whore, open to servicing all our needs?” he added.

John opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was partially in shock, partially excited that the promotion was his, with just one minor hiccup.

Steven then put a hand on John’s shoulder, “All our wives have been used by one another. Some more willing than others.” He said rolling his eyes at the same partner Evan had looked at, named Phil.

Phil shrugged his shoulders and then stated bluntly, “She screamed, she begged, she bled…but at the end of the day, the ten thousand dollar monthly clothing allowance and the new Mercedes convertible shut her the fuck up.”

“That and the reconstructive plastic surgery on her tits. It meant she got implants. She went from a B to D. The whiny cunt is very happy now, and a hell of a lot more subservient too.”

The men all nodded and looked over at John, “Bring the lovely Patricia next Wednesday to my house for our special dinner. Let her know she will be expected to service your new partners. Or don’t… it’s up to you. We don’t mind surprising her and breaking her in.” he winked at John.

John had then agreed and decided the best time to tell her about the arrangement would be when he had her lashed down to their own bed. In the middle of a long period of forced stimulation, he would get her to agree to attend. And his plan worked perfectly.

….

John turned off the engine and looked around at the cars parked in Steven’s curving driveway. An Aston Martin DB11, a Mclaren Spider and an Acura NSX were parked closest to his 2008 Honda Accord. His wife eyed the cars and then the front doors of the huge palatial house. She shifted in her seat, the tops of her thighs and stay up stockings almost fully exposed.

She gulped, “These guys have some serious money John. Really serious money.”

He smiled and reached over to grasp her left thigh with his right hand. He slid it up over her smooth skin, bringing the short pleated skirt with it. He could see her bare mound, still a little red from its fresh waxing and shave.

Then he looked up at her nipples, which were eagerly poking through her tight thin top. He grasped the bottom hem of her top and then tugged it up, so her almost C cup breasts poked out suddenly from under the fabric.

“You look perfect sweetie, absolutely fucking perfect…and if this goes well. We’ll have a place like this and cars to drive like that.” He smiled.

Patricia nervously nodded, ”I would like that…a lot.” She admitted. The reality of what she was about to do hitting her full on.

“I just hope they aren’t too rough. I mean….I think… I could take a bit of leering and ogling. Even sex…I guess.” she almost whispered. She nervously turned to exit the car, forgetting that she still had her top pulled up.

With shaking hands, she opened the car door and turned to step out of the car. She gave a little gasp as she suddenly realized a man was standing just a few feet away and staring down on her fully exposed privates.

Her way too short skirt was still flipped up and her legs were splayed apart to get out of the car. She quickly clasped her hand over her crotch and threw an arm bashfully over her chest. Her face turned a deep shade of red.

“Oh don’t be bashful Patricia, by later tonight we’ll have all seen your lush body in every tiny detail. And probably have sampled it, in one way or another.” The large man in an expensive suit growled. “So put your arms down. Hands at your sides or your punishment begins before dinner!”

Patricia’s eyes blinked rapidly at his words. With a noticeable tremble she hesitantly brought her hands to her sides. Her bare breasts still sticking out from under her bunched up top.

Steven smiled at John, “Your lovely wife looks like a fine fuckable specimen John. I am sure she will make our evening a truly great night to remember. She’s already earned one session of punishment for such a slow response to my command.”

Patricia swallowed nervously. She was frightened yet also oddly excited, standing there exposed before this commanding man and her husband. Her hands fisted as she tried not to move them to cover herself. Then she glanced at her husband, looking for guidance.

John gulped himself and then nodded as he asked, “So everybody else inside Steven?”

Steven nodded back, “All being entertained by my third wife, Annika. She’s a former Russian model and an amazing cock swallower. We’ll have to see if you are any better Patricia.”

He cupped Patricia’s chin and made her look up at him. His statement had plastered a look of shock across Patricia’s face. Her eyes were wide open, a noticeable quiver in her chin as he held it and then gently thumbed her soft lips.

“What woman? You don’t like to suck cock? I am sure these sweet lips have seen many a cock pass between them. If not, that’s been a bloody shame….and something that is about to change.”

She only could nod instinctively to his statement. His deep voice and commanding demeanour seemed to bring out her compliance. She let out a soft moan as his other strong hand went to her breasts, which he circled with his large fingers.

To her surprise, he then tugged down her top so that her breasts were now covered. She sighed but then startled, as his hands reappeared at her neck. Both his large hands stretched out before her a thick leather collar.

Steven looked at John, “Can I have the honor of collaring this sweet new slave?”

He didn’t even wait for John to answer, but pushed the leather band forward, to surround Patricia’s neck. He began to clasp the latches shut on the collar, when her hand flew up to her neck.

He slapped it down gruffly as he stated, ”Hands down slave. Jesus, that’s two blistering punishments you’ve earned tonight. And hell, you’re not even inside yet.”

Patricia lowered her eyes and clasped her hands in front of her short skirt, “Sorry Sir. I will try to do better.” She whispered.

“You better, you fucking disobedient little whore…Or your husband’s promotion may just not happen.” Steven winked at a nervous looking John and then smirked at Patricia’s apologetic and worried face. He quickly clicked on a leash to her snug collar.

He then grasped her shoulders and pivoted her around on her high heeled toes. “Arms back” he ordered”. She felt cool steel metal bands quickly encircle her wrists. There was a ratcheting noise as the stiff metal cuffs were tightened up. The two linked cuffs made up one very stiff metal wrist restraint.

‘Much more stiff and unforgiving, then a set of regular old handcuffs’, she realized.

He spun her around again and then looked deep into her worried face again, “We better keep your hands tightly secured for the night as punishment. It seems you can’t keep them where they are supposed to be when you are told! Now come on in…You ready to earn that promotion for your loyal husband?”

She once again nodded her head, “Yes Sir…I am ready, I am rea…ow god..shit..” Curses flying from her mouth as she suddenly was forced to stumble forward.

With fierce tugs of her newly attached leash, he began making her walk quickly in her heels. Her steps now almost clumsy as she tried to keep up with him. She teetered across the driveway and up the half dozen stairs to the main door, her arms kept secured scarily behind her.

This was it. There was no going back, she took a deep breath and prayed it would be over with in just a couple hours.

……

Dinner was extravagant to say the least. Ten courses, shared by the seven men. All served by the most scantly clad wait staff that Patricia had ever seen. And it wasn’t until midway through the meal that Patricia learned that the women doing the serving, were all the wives of the men in attendance.

And how had Patricia enjoyed the meal? Well upon being led into the dining room by her leash, she noticed five other men seated and enjoying themselves with a pre dinner scotch. There were only two other empty chairs. One at the head of the table and another on its adjacent corner.

Steven gestured to her husband, “John you take the corner seat, and our lovely guest slave for the night can take this spot right here between us.

Patricia glanced down her body, past her now dangling leash, to the beautifully polished hardwood floor. ‘Was she supposed to kneel on the floor?’ she shockingly pondered.

Steven pointed at the floor at the corner of the table, a stern look in his eye, “You didn’t think you would get to sit like a man, did you?” he chuckled. “Kneel slave. Kneel here and await your fate. And if your lucky, we’ll toss you a few scraps!”

The men all laughed, including Patricia’s husband, who took his seat and watched with amusement as his wife struggled to drop to her knees with some form of dignity. Her cuffed wrists and her tall open toed heels making her descent to her knees anything but dignified.

“So we ready to eat gentlemen?” bellowed Steven

“Almost readddyy..Oh fuck ya..….One …more….secccond…Oh YA!” groaned Phil, from across the table.

Patricia couldn’t see a thing from her position kneeling on the floor. But about five seconds later, the long d****d white tablecloth parted on the other side of Steven. And out popped the blond hair of a young woman.

She was utterly naked and was wearing what appeared to be matching red leather wrist and ankle cuffs. The cuffed young woman struggled around, to get herself out from under the table. Her small hands were secured behind her back. Her ankles locked almost together and a short gold chain connecting them all.

She smiled at Patricia and raised her knee, in an awkward manner, to wipe at her face. Dribbles of whiteness, that Patricia knew must be the groaning man’s cum, were smattered all over the blonde’s chin.

“Good girl Annika, you are a perfect little cock sucking slave wife.” Steven said patting the proud looking girl on the top of her blonde head. She found a kneeling position, like Patricia, and kept her brilliant blue eyes down.

She then murmured, “Thank you Sir. You are an amazing Master…All of you are..Sirs. I am so lucky to be able to service you all.”

Her subservient and thankful response, aimed at all of the men seated at the table, caused a chorus of agreements and raised glasses. Steven then stood and raised his wine glass.

“A toast to all partners, present and new. And to our properly subservient wives. May they all have the joy of learning their proper place and servicing our masterful needs, in every way possible.” He finished his toast glancing down at a shivering Patricia.

Her anxiety peaking as she thought about what she had agreed to. And a wetness now growing down between her legs that had her somewhat dismayed. Her body seeming to anticipate this more than her mind, which was filled with humiliation and a growing dread.

…..

Patricia felt a tap on her right shoulder. She turned and opened her mouth. Her husband John held another large forkful of the pan seared halibut, which he placed in her mouth. She closed her lips and quietly moaned appreciatively at the incredible taste of the buttery well seasoned fish.

His wine glass appeared in front of her face and she opened her mouth to let him pour in a refreshing trickle. When she finished her sip of wine, she heard another soft thump on the floor. She looked over to her left, past Steven’s thighs to where Annika knelt.

Steven had tossed another chunk of halibut to the floor and Annika was bent over and busy eating the halibut straight off the hardwood floor. Patricia couldn’t keep her eyes of the girl as she watched her suck up every morsel and then lick the floor spotless.

Without even looking down at Patricia, she heard Steven state coolly, “You’re too good to this one John. You need to make them work a little for their food. Show them who is boss. I even have an old dog bowl for Annika in the garage, where her cage is.”

Steven reached out and then petted the top of Annika’s blonde head, “She’s damn lucky today! Tonight my little slave slut gets to eat off this wonderful dining room floor. Which she knows is perfectly spotless, because she licked the entire thing clean with Maria this afternoon!” he chuckled loudly.

There were more raised glasses and toasts bandied about. The last one making Patricia snap to attention, her whole body growing rigid with fearful apprehension, as she heard Steven say,

“So here’s to hopefully a fine dessert, of delicious fresh pussy and ass. May John’s slave wife Patricia, and her lush lips, tight pussy and sure to be snug ass, earn him his place at this table for years to come.”

There was a round of agreement and “Hear…hear!” as Patricia looked over at Steven’s crotch. The man had already put down his glass and was unzipping the fly. In seconds, his long erect cock was out. Its very large head, glistening with drops of precum.

His right hand reached out and grabbed Patricia’s leash almost at the collar. “You ready to help earn John his seat at this table Patricia? You willing to be an obedient cock sucking whore of a wife, and for your husband’s proud future, swallow the cum of each and every man at this table?”

Patricia had a fleeting moment of utter panic. Her shackled wrists rattled, and her arms revolted, shaking in panic. Her head swept up to meet the stern calm eyes of her husband.

“Oh she does…she so very does!” he said in a deep agreeing tone. His unsympathetic eyes never leaving hers.

“Good…Very Good!” barked Steven as he pulled on Patricia’s leash. Forcing her trembling lips to touch the wet tip of his penis. Patricia’s entire body shook as she tentatively opened her lips, and she began to allow another man’s stiff long cock into her mouth.

Her head was then pushed deeper onto his cock, by his firm hand clasping the back of her head. She moaned as she felt her mouth fill with his hard wet velvet slick flesh, her vision suddenly glancing to the right as a pair of blue eyes came to within inches of hers.

“He likes to have his underside licked. And make sure you swallow every last drop. You get even a tiny microscopic bit on his expensive slacks, and he will make you pay…in pain.”

Those were the last words Patricia coherently heard for the next long while as she sucked, tongued and swallowed. Her mind focused on only one thing, to make this man cum and swallow every bit of his semen, as she diligently went about the first step in procuring her husband’s promotion.

…..

Patricia groaned as she balanced on her forced apart heels, her arms swung up achingly high behind her. Her shoulders were on fire from the extreme dastardly position. Her degradation complete, she thought, after hours of being kept bent over, bound and used.

Used, exposed, groped, and fondled like a piece of meat. A sex slave was all she was for this group of horny perverted men to play with. It had now been well over two hours since the last dessert had been served to the men, and Patricia had sucked on and swallowed the semen from the last of the seven men’s cocks.

Her last cock to have serviced, the last thick dick to have been aggressively forced in her mouth, had belonged to the most evil of the partner’s named Phil.

Part way through dessert, Steven had ordered one of the servant’s, Phil’s wife Maria, to cut away Patricia’s top. Which she did quickly and rather roughly for Patricia’s liking. Then Steven had ordered Patricia to stand and receive “a little extra incentive to be a proper obedient slave wife” as he put it.

Maria appeared and handed her husband Phil a small, yet powerful, silver clamp with a dangling brass bell. He swiftly and with an over abundance of smirking zeal, attached it to Patricia’s right nipple. The crushing pain, as he over tightened the clamp, making her wince and audibly whimper.

“Awe you look adorable!” Phil growled, “Now get over here on your knees and suck me so fast and hard your bell rings you dumb cunt!”

And Patricia did just that, fearful the most truly sadistic of the seven men would do something even worse to her. Her mouth being literally ****d, while she was on her knees and now topless, in front of all these men.

Her right tit ringing away in horrible weighted torture. His hands gripping her near sobbing head, pulling at her hair, and slamming her face into his crotch with a ferocity she had never before experienced.

Moments after he finally exploded in her mouth and she was still gasping for air and choking on his hot sticky semen, Patricia squealed as she was hauled up on to her feet. She felt her arms pulled up high behind her and the clicking of a rope attachment added to her cuffs.

She groaned from the terrible ache in her arms, as somebody pulled her captured wrists up high behind her. Her skirt riding high up over her bum as she was bent sordidly over. Someone swatted at her dangling nipple clamp and she actually broke out into tears from the pain and humiliation.

She was crying softly when a smiling naked Maria, with her new fake tits displayed proudly, appeared at her feet. She held an adjustable bar with steel cuffs attached to each end. Maria quickly wrapped and locked each cuff around Patricia’s slender trembling ankles.

When the last ankle cuff was locked, she ran her hands up Patricia’s stocking covered calves and then thighs. Her hand slipped under the pleats of Patricia’s skirt and two of her long fingers slid up into the quietly moaning woman’s slit.

Maria pumped her two fingers into the bent over Patricia and then without taking her eyes of Patricia’s, whispered, “This is for you, you whiny cunt…To keep you spread and awaiting your fate. The men will want to fuck your pussy and ass now. So take it like a big girl!”

“She’s ready Masters, she is ready to inspect.” Voiced Maria loudly. Patricia watched as Maria sat back on heels and lowered her head. Sitting in perfect submissive form just a few feet away and below Patricia’s frightened head.

She didn’t know what to expect, until she felt a pair of hands caressing her round toned bum cheeks. And a low growl sounded saying, “Fucking spectacular John…just amazing.”

She realized all her yoga and running had kept her ass looking as spectacular as it did back in college, when she met her husband. Never did she imagine, back then, that her role as his future wife, would also lead to her being, bound, dominated and gang banged by a group of lusting men, all at her husbands behest.

For the next couple hours she was left exposed. Each man coming forward to touch her, to poke their fingers in her pussy and then even make her lick her own juices off those long digits as they explored her mouth, face and tits.

A few of the men even pulled apart her ass cheeks, spit on her anus and then burtally finger fucked her tight ass, as they laughed and she groaned in deep discomfort. Her dangling heavy bell ringing away as she wished them to stop.

She dreaded anal, the thought of a dick violating her there, had always frightened the hell out of her. Even with her husband telling her, “Your lovely ass needs to be trained sweetie and we can do it slowly”, she had been too scared to go through with it.

The degrading display and prodding of her most intimate parts, went on like this for hours, as she struggled to stay upright in her restraints. The men disappearing from her limited view, but the sounds of their deep taunting voices never far away. One voice suddenly loud and clear.

“Time to punish this beautiful bound cunt for her earlier transgressions, Don’t you all agree?”

There was the sound of multiple agreements and then the swishing noise of d****ry being pulled apart. Patricia nervously looked to her left. She bit her lip and began to utter a quiet tirade of simple little, “Oh god nooo’s.”

The fiercest and most sadistic collection of sex toys, or rather ‘torture tools’, she thought, were hidden behind the d****s. Four of the men instantly went over to the display, including her husband, who picked up a long cane like weapon.

Steven voiced his approval, “That’s a good one for whipping a disobedient wife’s ass a nice ruby red. Especially if you want to raise up some nice long lasting lines of punishment. She won’t want to sit for days after that one kisses her buttocks.”

John swung the cane and listened to its whistle as it broke through the air. He smiled at Steven and then handed it towards the most senior of the partners. Hoping his deference to the man would secure his promotion.

Steven shook his head and reached out to pet a trembling Patricia on her bobbing around head. “No John, we all agreed earlier that you should be the one to punish your wife for her lapses in judgement tonight, before we all then get down to using her body for what god intended.”

“But make no mistake, this is a punishment! Be firm, be harsh. We’ll know if you are holding back. We want her sobbing uncontrollably by the time her ass glows red and her pussy is swollen and erupting.” Steven finished saying with a nod to Maria at his feet.

“You know what to do Maria.” Is all Steven said. Then Patricia watched, as the once fiercely independent but now totally submissive Maria, took a vibrator out of her husband Phil’s hand. She scurried even closer to Patricia, until her knees touched Patricia’s spreader bar. She held the vibrator up in between Patricia’s forcibly spread legs and dutifully awaited her next order.

Maria grinned up at the captive housewife, who was now quietly sobbing and utterly terrified of what was about to happen. Patricia shook her head in disbelief and sobbed out a chorus of weak, “Pleassse no, no, please John…noo”

She shivered as she felt John stroke the solid cane structure around the perimeter of her ass. His free hand running all along her bare back and then groping her left tit. She then winced and whimpered as she felt him probe her pussy and ass with stiff end of the cane.

Then she felt a jab. It was the end of the cane being poked at her puckered anus. She tensed as she realized what he might do, her head shaking from side to side.

He pushed it in, forcing it in past her contracting circular muscle for many terrifying inches. This of course elicited a high pitch squeal from his poor captive wife.

Then he quickly pulled it out. But the men around him, were now loudly egging him on, to plug something else in her tender anus and then to whip her most intimate parts.

John didn’t even have a second to ponder what to do next as Phil stepped in the way. His hand holding aloft a formidably sized polished chrome butt plug. He literally swung his arm around in a circle and then drilled the metal cone hard in between Patricia’s spread butt cheeks.

Her whole body shuddered and she howled in protest, “Pleeeaassse NOoooo Gawd noooo! take out… Gawd PLEASSSE TAKE IT OUT”.

Her howls, as he twisted and pushed the lump of metal into her stretched and pain filled ass, turning into deep chest heaving sobs.

With the butt plug fully buried in between her bum cheeks, Phil slapped her ass hard, dead over the imbedded tool of torment and told her, “Shut your cock swallowing trap whore…Or we’ll gag it for the rest of the night.”

Then the sadist turned around to a surprised, yet highly aroused John. “Now whip your pretty whore of a wife’s pussy, slam that cane up hard between the stupid cunt’s legs.” Growled Phil, as he patted John on the shoulder, “Make her clit raw and swollen even before my slave whore wife messes her up with the vibrator.”

John nodded and drew back the cane. With a quick upward motion, he swung the cane up between his wife’s legs and impacted her sex. The soft cracking sound of the cane on her most delicate flesh and the long loud agonizing howl she released, made him almost cum instantly in his pants.

Then he drew back the cane again, and began to strike at his bent over and trapped wife. Every crack of the cane she screamed, she begged..She howled. And every swing and every impact of the hard rod across her tender backside, reverberated wonderfully in his groin.

He had slowed down the strikes now, to one every few seconds. Letting the heat of each strike sink into his sobbing wife. It also allowed Phil’s wife Maria, to perform her role. Which she did with lustful enthusiasm.

She was holding the vibrator up hard against Patricia’s throbbing mound. Pushing the buzzing head of the tool back and forth through the red swollen folds of the women’s whipped sex. Even as John took the occasional hard swipe at his blubbering, begging wife’s ass.

Maria looked up into Patricia’s eyes and warned her with a sneer, “You better enjoy this now you privileged ignorant cunt, because knowing what these men have in store for you…Well this is as pleasurable as it gets!”

And with those words Maria flipped the vibrator around and drove the long buzzing head into Patricia’s whip heated pussy. Patricia wanted to slam her thighs together, but the spreader bar did its job.

She whined and shook, as Maria worked the vibrator in and around, driving it deep inside her clenching pussy. Forced pleasure choked screams erupting, as Maria ground the vibrating toy’s clit vibrator into Patricia’s throbbing nub.

Patricia suddenly squealed as Maria’s mouth sealed around her dangling left tit. The kneeling woman’s teeth then clamped tight around Patricia’s nipple and began chewing away at the sensitive bud of flesh.

The squeal become a shriek. A shriek from the blistering pain in her ass. Her husband once again drawing back the cane and whipping her ass in a slow and steady rhythm.

Maria working hard to grind the vibrator into her pussy and make sure that against her will, and suffering in excruciating sexual pain, that Patricia would violently and unwillingly cum.

……

Patricia’s vision was foggy. Her head hung almost limp, as she sobbed deep and pathetic like. The forced orgasms that had racked her body had faded, yet the pain of the cane on her ass, the ache in her ravaged pussy, the throb in her over stimulated clit and the discomfort in her clamped right tit, were all still horribly there.

When she saw what she thought to be John’s black leather shoes in her downcast vision, she tried to raise her head and mumble, “Did we get it? Did you get the promotion?”

A hand then grasped her chin and lifted her tired face up. She whimpered as the first thing she saw was a long cock jutting out and brushing her lips. Then her eyes looked up to see the commanding Steven staring down on her.

“Almost my dear Patricia, the deal is almost sealed…And speaking of, seal those pretty lips of yours around my cock again while I explain what’s next, if you want your husband to get that promotion.”

She didn’t even think, she just opened her mouth and let the man’s large shaft slide up and in past her lips and over her tongue. Its large head hitting the back of her throat as he continued to talk.

“You are going to suck each partner again and then we’ll all fuck you, cocks, toys, tools, it will be a surprise. And we will keep fucking you, until the sun comes up and you have screamed yourself hoarse.

From pleasure or pain? We really don’t give a fuck. But each one of us will pound our thick cocks into your snug cunt for as long as we like. And then maybe we’ll promote your husband!”

Patricia clamped her eyes shut as she felt Steven’s firm grip on the sides of her face. Soon her slobbering and gasping mouth was being hammered up and down on Steven’s cock. Her mind lost in the feeling of utter depravity of her situation and loss of control she felt.

Could she survive this evening? She just knew she had to suffer through it and accept the degradation, the humiliation, and the relentless agony. All so her husband could get his just rewards.

….In the wee hours of the morning…

Empty bottles of scotch sat around the room. There was the smell of sex everywhere in the air, plus the slurping sounds coming from the three of the partners wives, as the women knelt at the feet of any man who ordered it. Sucking away obediently as told, knowing that if they didn’t, they would meet the same fate as the pathetic sobbing Patricia.

Her arms were screaming in agony from being cuffed and roped up high most of the night. Her legs trembled constantly, and she would let out the most tragic whimpers as another man would rise from his seat and decide to push his cock into her semen flooded pussy.

She couldn’t understand how these men kept going, she had lost count at the number of times a pair of strong hands had roughly taken her hips. Their fingers digging hard into her flesh, as their cocks lined up at her ravaged entrance. Their pelvis slamming noisily into her bare ass.

A fleshy slap, slap, slap sounding out across the room, and a matching ring, ring as her nipple clamp bell swung away. From the force of the men plunging the cock’s in so deep and so quickly. So fast, that she could only open her mouth and choke out a simple shocked scream.

A scream that at times was then extinguished, by the insertion of a huge thick semen slicked shaft into her mouth. Unnamed cocks, violating both her mouth and her pussy, in tandem as she tried to survive the night.

Such violent intense fucking, of both her mouth and pussy, that she had almost entirely forgotten about the series of butt plugs they had gone through over the evening. One still rammed deep inside her aching ass, but almost completely forgotten, until now.

…….

Steven slid his cock out from between Patricia’s puffed up lips. They were swollen, slick with semen and her drool dripped from them in steady drops. Her will and strength to close her mouth gone.

“Well John, what do you think?”

He had just handed John the new partner contract, before taking an almost u*********s Patricia’s head in his hands, and then gleefully impaled his long cock up into her slobbering moaning mouth.

John kept looking over the agreement and almost howled himself with pleasure. He fought a huge face wide grin as he looked at the seven figure renumeration and benefits package. He then looked over to Steven, who was now standing at the back of Patricia.

There was an audible suffering groan from the captive Patricia, as Steven pulled the large butt plug out of her backside and tossed it to the floor.

“Hmmm look at that hole, all stretched and ready to take in my cock.” He murmured aloud.

Some how the man’s dick was still at attention and almost bobbing. His large hands now grasping Patricia’s hips in a manner sure to add more bruises, to the ones already appearing there.

The large man’s cock began to breach Patricia’s snug back entrance. Anguished tears poured from her re-awakened eyes. A look of utter pained terror on her face as she trembled uncontrollably in her bent over bondage.

A teeth clenched groan escaped her cum dripping mouth, as she felt Steven’s cock begin to force in past her tight ring of muscle. She looked at her smiling husband and mouthed the words, ‘please no John…no.’

Words he couldn’t comprehend, as he took in the fact that he was now a wealthy powerful man. He looked once more at the partner agreement and then just nodded to Steven, saying, “By all means Partner…Go right ahead…Take my wife as hard as you wish…Where ever you wish!”

Still smiling and re-reading the partner agreement, he ignored his wife’s anguished screaming, as her sore and heated ass was filled by Steven’s ample shaft. Her dire screeching pleas of mercy going unheeded, even as the sun began to rise after a terribly long night, and the first of what would be seven large cocks violated her tight firm ass.

…..

Six months later

The Mercedes S63 AMG convertible flew along the ocean highway. The two women in the front seat, Maria and Patricia, the new car’s owner, looked at each other and smiled. Maria then turned in the passenger seat and spoke to the young nervous woman in the back.

“So Chrissy, you’re a new bride huh? Did Evan talk to you about what it’s going to be like, being a wife to one of the partners at the Firm?”

The young brunette in the back seat, fidgeted with the hem of her very short sun dress and shifted uncomfortably around on the leather upholstery.

Nervous because she had been ordered to wear no underwear by her new husband, along with the very indecently short dress. She felt that at any moment she could expose herself by accident to these two women she had just met.

And uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, because hidden up in between her 22 year old bum cheeks, was a ruby bottomed butt plug. The first she had ever worn.

She was extra nervous too, from being told that this weekend, she needed to prove herself worthy, of being a wife to a man in such a powerful group of men.

That she would have to come up to the senior managing partner’s private coastal estate and pass a test, of sorts.

“He really didn’t tell me much, except I would be tested?” she told the two women, almost question like, as she shifted her warm bare ass around on the sticky leather. It was obvious to the other two women, she knew, that something was making her uncomfortable, as she sat there with her young ass stuffed.

Her mouth then suddenly hung open, as Patricia caught her eye in the rearview mirror and said, “I didn’t ever like it in the ass either. But then a few months spent forcibly servicing the partners and being their obedient sex slave, well that all led to this!”

She happliy finished saying with a wave of her perfectly manicured hand over the car’s dash.

“And this!” Maria added, holding up her Black Amex. Both women throwing their heads back in deep laughter, as the poor newly wed Chrissy started fumbling at her seat belt and yelling for them to ‘stop the car’.

…Did they? Of course not…But that’s another story.