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I heard the crash as the three men pushed through the
door and locked it behind them. I raced to the forier
and froze. The largest of the group held my wife from
behind, one hand over her mouth, the other rubbing her
breasts through her blouse as she struggled. The others
met me as I entered, each with a pistol in hand.
"We know you won't do anything stupid," said the wiry
blond teenager, as he smiled over his shoulder at my
wife. His black partner stared at me with glazed eyes,
the gun shaking in his hand. I stood in silence,
terrified of what might come next.
My wife's captor was huge, probably 6' 7" tall and well
over 300 pounds. He wore a T-shirt cut off just below
the chest, revealing bulging abdominals to match his
thick muscular arms. He spoke with chilling coolness and
intelligence. "Be quiet, behave yourself, and both of
you will make it through this." He walked my wife
forward, the others moving me toward the living room at
gunpoint.
"These are the rules," he explained. "You will both do
exactly as I say, no arguments, no objections, no mouth
at all. You will not attempt to escape, nor will you
notify anyone of our presence. My friends and I will be
staying with you for a while. We don't want to hurt you,
but we most definitely will if we must. Do you both
understand me?"
He stared through me as he waited for my response.
"Yes," I mumbled. Turning my wife to face him, he looked
into her eyes, waiting. Shaking and sobbing, she looked
back at him and nodded her head, afraid to speak.
The others stood on each side of me now, guns still
drawn, enjoying the situation. The teenager couldn't
have been over 18. He was clean-cut, with those "bad
boy" good looks, but his face boasted an unnerving
sadistic grin that said, "Don't fuck with me!" The young
black was obviously high on something. He was looking
around the room, gun pointing in all directions as he
tried to maintain his balance.
His words were even and blunt, "Bring me your husband's
clothes." My wife looked confused, not knowing what to
do. "Chris," the leader toned. Immediately the teenager
brought his gun to my head and cocked it. "NO! NO! NO!
OK! OK!" my wife pleaded. The giant smiled down at her
and waited. She walked to me, shaking, head down,
paralyzed with fear.
Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my
shoulders. Dropping the shirt, her shaking fingers were
on my belt buckle when we heard, "I SAID BRING THEM TO
ME!"
Startled, she picked up the shirt, walked to the
monster, and offered it to him. Taking the shirt, he
immediately dropped it on the floor. "That's much
better, continue."
My wife continued to undress me, shoes, socks, jeans,
and finally my underwear, obediently delivering each
piece to him.
He had removed one of my shoestrings, which he now
handed back to her. "Tie this around his balls. Use a
slip knot." She returned to me, knelt down and slipped
the string behind my scrotum. Needing several tries, she
finally made a slip knot and snugged the loop around my
balls.
They immediately applauded and laughed at her success as
she rose, crying. "You will not cry" he warned. Seeing
the threat in his eyes, she pulled herself together,
trying to maintain. "Give the end of the leash to Chris"
he commanded. Carefully she found the long end of my
"leash" and placed it in Chris's hand. "Good girl! Now
come here."
She walked to him, looking at the floor, afraid to face
him. "Look at me." She slowly raised her head until she
was looking up directly into his eyes. "Give me your
panties" he stated. Immediately she began sobbing, "No,
no, please don't do this, please, please." He glanced at
Chris, and I felt a bolt of pain as Chris jerked the
string and held it tight as he returned the gun to my
head.
I screamed and tried to get away, but he gripped the
leash even tighter and the pain worsened as the noose
strangled my testicles. I was in agony, brought to tears
by the searing pain, as Chris laughed and David, the
young black, eyed me with fascination. "Oh god, please
don't hurt him! OK, OK! I'll do whatever you want,
please stop!" my pretty wife begged.
"He will stop when you obey" her future master answered.
Quickly she stripped off her jeans, then peeled her
panties down her slim muscular legs. Still deafened by
my screams, she placed the white cotton bikinis in his
hand. As he accepted her offering, the pain stopped.
"You will both learn very quickly how to make the best
of this situation, and also that punishment is swift and
effective. It's a practiced skill that we know well.
"Look at me."
My wife again looked up into his cold eyes, afraid to
glance away. "You have beautiful legs, slim and firm. I
think Chris and David agree." David's eyes were fixed on
her legs and Chris grinned and nodded his approval. "You
enjoy having men look at your body, don't you?" Chris
pulled slightly on my leash in anticipation of the wrong
answer. She saw in the commanding eyes of the huge man
what her answer was supposed to be. "Yes" she said
softly.
I knew she was being forced to answer this way, but my
stomach sickened when I heard her reply. "Would you like
to show us more of your body? Would that excite you?"
I lurched, but was quickly controlled by Chris's
restraint. She began to lower her head in shame. "LOOK
AT ME" he repeated. Her eyes were again fixed on his as
she answered, "Yes". Chris and David added their
encouragements to her response.
She was standing before them wearing only her bra and
blouse which hung to her upper thighs. "Would you like
to remove your blouse for us? Would that excite you?"
"Yes" she replied. My gut wrenched again. "You may beg
me to allow you to remove your blouse," he teased.
Shaking, half naked, she swallowed hard and answered,"
Please let me take off my blouse."
He smiled a wide smile and nodded. I watched my wife
undo the crisp cotton shirt, finally reaching the bottom
button. She looked up at him, hoping to stop. Not
finding it in his eyes, she slid the collar over her
soft, smooth shoulders and pulled each delicate hand
through the cuffs. Again she held it out as an offering,
remembering to do as she was told. He took the blouse
and again discarded it on the floor.
She was now naked except for her bra. His eyes traveled
up and down her body in admiration. It was the first
time I had wished she were not so gorgeous. From the
back, Chris, David and I could see her firm tight ass
and every inch of her incredible barbie doll legs.
The front view was reserved for him, as he took in her
flat belly, firm tanned thighs, and her slightly raised
mound, revealing a tight slit under a sparse covering of
dark pubic hair. "You are very beautiful" he whispered
as his eyes again met hers. She stood there, shaking,
afraid to look away, humiliated beyond imagination.
"What would you like to ask me now?" he teased again.
Chris tightened the noose around my balls and I let out
a yelp. She had learned the game and had been reminded
of the consequences. There was only one correct answer.
"Please let me take off my bra."
Hoots and cheers rose from both Chris and David, who
seemed to be coming down from whatever he was on. My
wife seemed to be in shock, partially removed from the
events taking place in our own living room. "Does it
excite you to think about how showing us your tits will
make our even harder?" Again, the only acceptable
answer.
"Yes"
My mind was coming apart.
"Then by all means, show us your breasts, if you want.
I'm sure your husband won't mind, and we would love to
see them."
She reached around to undo the back, allowed each strap
to fall from her bare shoulders, and placed the final
piece of clothing in his hands. His eyes lowered and
were fixed on her exposed breasts. I knew what he saw.
Round, full, and firm, they were like the breasts women
pay for, only hers were very real. She was one of the
few women I had ever seen that could trim and shape her
body with endless aerobics and a finely tuned diet, yet
still retain the fullness of her slightly upturned
breasts. He knew he was seeing something rare and was
taking his time appreciating it.
Chris and David were impatiently waiting to see what
their leader saw, but seemed to know better than to
protest prematurely. They were shifting slightly from
side to side to try to get a better view. "Wouldn't you
like to show the boys what beautiful breasts you have?"
"Yes."
"I think that we excite you so much that you don't even
want your husband over there to see your naked tits
anymore, right?" Tears rolled down both cheeks as she
struggled to give the right response.
"Yes."
Again, I knew she had to give the answer he expected,
but I wondered if I could ever recover from what I saw
and heard. One at a time, he allowed the others to
circle in front of her to look at my wife's totally
naked body. She was told not to turn around, to keep me
from seeing her "best parts".
It was soon obvious that they all had noticeable
erections. I was shocked to see that Chris, although not
physically the largest of the three men, had an erection
that was so large, that the tip of his penis protruded
slightly from the top of his faded jeans. It sickened me
to see my wife glance down at it when it was his turn to
look at her.
After the 'inspection', the leader placed his hand on
her chin and directed her eyes to his. "You will shower,
then make yourself as beautiful as possible. That means
makeup, hair, the works. While we are here, you will
keep your cunt shaved, baby smooth. You have 45 minutes.
If you are late, or if we are not satisfied that you
look your best, your husband will lose a testicle.
This is not an idle threat. I have some medical training
and have done this procedure before. If you are very
late, he might lose both, not a pretty future for him or
you. Return to me, here, naked, in 45 minutes. Do you
understand?" Taking all this in, trying to remember all
of the details, she managed a quiet "Yes."
As she turned toward our bedroom, he took her arm and
again pulled her chin up to his gaze. "Oh yes, please
take these." He fished two capsules from his pocket, one
white, one red. Pulling her chin down, he opened her
mouth and placed them on her tongue. "Close and swallow
please." She did as she was told and, after several
tries, succeeded in swallowing both pills.
Minutes seemed like hours as we waited for my wife to
reappear. While David explored the rest of our home,
Chris removed the laces from my other shoe, tying it to
my leash to increase its length. Their leader was quiet.
Sprawled on the sofa, arms outstretched, he seemed to be
meditating, or in some kind of trance. He was so still,
his massive, well-muscled body resembled a larger-than-
life sculpture.
As I looked at him, there were short periods when his
face seemed to lose all detail, as if just that part of
him would go out of focus for a few seconds, then
return, sharper than ever. Just as strange was the eerie
silence during the wait. No one spoke, although
frequently Chris would suddenly stare at his leader's
face for several minutes, then continue to extend my
leash.
Shortly after she left the room, he explained that the
capsules my wife had obediently ingested were a
"cocktail" he had recently invented. One pill was a
revolutionary hormone therapy, the other a new anti-
depressant. When taken together, they created an
insatiable sexual appetite and also caused all
inhibitions to vanish. "A real slut-maker!" he promised.
I doubted the extent of its effect, assuming he was
exaggerating to make me more uncomfortable.
Just as I began to worry that my wife's deadline would
soon pass, she returned. She circled the room and
stopped directly in front of her new master. I could not
believe what I saw. She was naked, as ordered. Her dark
silky hair hung to her shoulders, just caressing the
velvet olive skin. Her eyes were wide but calm,
emphasizing the deep blue that radiated from them. Her
impressive body, slim and hard, made her jutting breasts
even more pronounced. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the
amazing sight between her legs. Shaved bare, her
normally tight slit was swollen to three times its
normal size.
Her inner labia were bright red and so engorged that
they protruded obscenely. Her cunt had unfolded itself,
opening so widely that every detail normally hidden was
put on display. Her clitoris hung in full view and
visibly throbbed as the tip extended and retreated in
time with her pulse. She was so wet that her fluids had
made her inner thighs slick and shiny. I then noticed
her nipples were hard and distended, like large pencil
erasers attached to those firm heaving breasts. She was
breathing heavily, and already a sheen of perspiration
covered her trembling body.
Smiling, he reached up from his seat and began to
lightly stroke her tight belly. She immediately gasped,
then closed her eyes and allowed him to continue. As he
stimulated her, he watched with satisfaction as her
pussy continued to swell and throb, flowing even more
freely than before. After a while, he spoke.
"Who owns you now?"
"You do," she whispered.
"Your mind and your sweet body?"
"Yes, it's yours."
"Do I excite you more than your husband?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
He suddenly stopped, but her body continued to sway
gently back and forth, expecting more. "Spread your
feet," he ordered. She instantly moved her feet apart.
"Now bend over and put your hands on my shoulders." She
leaned toward him as he sat and supported herself on his
thick shoulders, resting her head on the left one.
From behind her, we could see her open pussy centered
between two perfect ass cheeks as she bent over. Through
her legs, we could see her breasts hanging and swaying
as she clung to him and panted. The sight again sickened
me. Seeing her clutching another man and panting like an
a****l in heat was just too much.
He reached up and took her nipples, one in each hand,
and began to roll them between his fingers. She let out
a short quiet moan and her hips moved as if trying to
find relief. His hands traveled slowly down her body,
stroking her belly, then her inner thighs, always coming
close to her steaming pussy, but never giving her the
relief she needed.
Chris had forgotten about my leash (or thought the
threats were no longer necessary) as he and David
watched my wife's pussy from behind with fascination. As
the huge man stroked and stimulated her body, her cunt
was now alternately sucking and grasping, in obscenely
rhythmic spasms. Her juices ran down the insides of her
legs, making wet spots on the carpet. They began to
masturbate as they watched her lose all control.
Finally he turned his head and whispered in her ear,
smiling at me as he spoke words only she could hear.
"Yes, please, fuck me," she moaned.
"Would you like your husband to come over her and fuck
you?"
"No... I... want you... not him," she managed between
deep, heavy breaths.
I vomited, assaulted by this ultimate humiliation. They
were all laughing at me, sitting in my own puke. My head
was spinning. The scene became almost unreal. The loud
laughter, my humiliation, my two captors still
masturbating as they watched their leader play with my
writhing, panting wife while she begged him to fuck her.
I started to pass out, when David suddenly grabbed me
and slapped me hard across the face to bring me around.
"No you don't, we're not gonna let you miss the best
part!
"Please, don't make me watch anymore," I begged.
"YOU WILL WATCH BITCH!" boomed a voice in my head. It
was the leader's voice, but he was smiling at me as I
heard the words. My fear increased tenfold as I realized
he was more than he appeared to be. How did he put the
words in my head? They were more than words, as if he
was willing me to obey.
Again the details of his face became uncertain. My head
began to throb, then his message leaped into my brain.
"WATCH NOW, AS I TAKE YOUR WIFE FROM YOU AND MAKE HER
MINE!"
His hands went between her legs. With one hand he spread
her cunt open, exposing it even more for my benefit.
With the other hand, he grasped her twitching clitoris
and began to roll it between his forefinger and thumb.
My wife moaned loudly as her ass pumped up and down,
trying to speed her relief. She had torn away part of
his shirt and was sloppily sucking and licking his
immense neck and shoulder. He entered her mind one more
time.
"SAY IT!"
The words washed over her like a giant wave, first cold,
then warm and comforting. A connection was broken,
another formed. She was taken.
"Oh God, fuck me, fuck me please, I don't care about
him, cut off his balls, kill him, I don't care, I'm
yours, cum in me, rip me open, take me, own me, FUCK
MEEE!!"
He was satisfied with her surrender. "Own me" were the
words he waited for. He began to tap the end of her
clitoris with a remaining free finger. It sent her over
the edge. She screamed and clawed at him, ripping his
shirt to shreds. Collapsing into his lap, she tried to
wrap her strong legs around his waist, pumping her cunt
up and down against his concealed erection.
Liquid poured from her steaming pussy as it twitched and
spasmed. Her slender arms were now around his neck, her
mouth glued to his, her tongue as far down his throat as
she could thrust it. Her thrashing and moaning must have
lasted over two minutes. She finally collapsed in his
arms, whimpering and gasping for breath.
Chris and David immediately stopped masturbating,
staring at their leader's face. "My friends are ready
for you," he whispered. "Go suck them dry." Still under
the effects of the d**gs, she was ready, no, desperate
for any kind of sex. She saw David first and was
dripping at the idea of taking a black cock into her
mouth.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she cupped his
balls in her hands as she sucked the head of his cock
into her mouth. I could see her rubbing and tugging at
each of his egg-sized testicles with her slim fingers
while she tried to take his long black snake into her
throat. Before long, the entire length of his 10 inch
dick disappeared into her waiting throat, her chin and
nose buried in his dark kinky pubic hair.
He stopped stroking, keeping his cock buried as deep as
it would go. I watched as my wife continued to contract
her mouth and throat, gripping and milking all 10
inches. Very shortly David's face winced as he began to
pump semen down her throat.
She moaned softly, gulping and swallowing every drop he
delivered. She continued to suck the remaining drops of
cum from his body for several minutes, remembering her
master's orders. When he couldn't take any more, he
finally pushed her away.
Grinning at me, he said, "Man, I'll bet she could live
on cum. We'll be sure to keep her well fed!"
Chris was waiting for his turn. He had been close to
orgasm half a dozen times, but was saving his load for
what he must have known was coming. His cock was
amazing. It must have been 14 inches long and at least 3
inches thick. My wife's eyes widened as she grasped it
with both hands and began to run her tongue over the
huge purple head. As she fingered and stroked the
massive shaft, she tried in vain to get the entire head
into her hungry mouth.
Giving up, she continued to lick and suck while she
pumped the shaft with both hands. Her tongue probed the
opening of his cock, making him gasp with pleasure. The
idea of having this thing inside her made her cunt flow
again, making another small puddle on the carpet beneath
her. The others made lewd remarks, joking about what a
slut she was at heart. Laughing, Chris pulled my leash
closer, so that my face was only inches from my wife as
she slurped and licked.
Her eyes met mine, then she looked up at Chris, sucking
even faster. "Why don't you pump it for her so she can
play with herself," he ordered.
She jumped at the chance to play with her soaking pussy
and immediately put both hands to work, keeping her
mouth attached to the end of his cock. A sharp jerk on
my leash made me scream with pain. I had no choice.
Placing my hands on his thick cock, I started to pump as
my wife continued to suck. I had never touched another
man's dick. The revulsion added to my humiliation as the
others joked and laughed.
Soon I could see his stomach start to shake, and I knew
the end was near. My wife was near orgasm herself,
moaning louder as her fingers flipped her clit back and
forth. Her moaning excited Chris as the vibrations
traveled from her throat to the sensitive head of his
giant penis. With a sudden grunt, he started to cum. My
head exploded with the words, "DON'T STOP! PUMP EVERY
DROP OF HIS SPERM INTO YOUR SWEET LITTLE WIFE'S THROAT!"
Mindlessly, I pumped his cock harder and faster. I could
feel the steady stream of semen surging through the
shaft while my wife swallowed in large gulps. I knew
that the cum was filling her mouth faster than she could
possibly ingest it. It continued to flow as I pumped and
pumped. She had already swallowed an incredible amount
of semen and more was on the way. I couldn't believe
what I was seeing.
It wasn't human. Finally she began to choke and the
thick liquid spilled out of the corners of her mouth
onto her chin and face. Continuing to gag as the cum
flowed, she moved his cock from her thirsty lips to try
to swallow the excess in her mouth.
Cum spurted in a steady stream, onto her face and hair.
She knew not to turn away, and let the hot stream flow
down her face, now coating her breasts and belly, I
couldn't stop milking his huge dong, mechanically
continuing what I had been willed to do. The semen
continued to flow! It now completely covered my wife
from chin to crotch.
As she rubbed her cunt, her fingers began to push the
sticky mess into her vagina. She started to moan again
as her hips bucked against her frantic fingers. She was
cumming, I was still pumping, and the semen was still
spurting!
She was still trying to take large gulps of it,
returning her full lips to the bulbous head as often as
she was able. When she couldn't take any more, it
resumed covering her from head to crotch as she stuffed
more of the excess into her cunt. She finally fell onto
her back, writhing in ecstasy.
She shoved handfuls of cum into her cunt with one hand,
while scooping the goo from her face and tits into her
mouth with the other. She thrashed and moaned for
several minutes before finally collapsing spread-eagled
on the floor. His cock spurted its last few drops onto
her panting body and I stopped pumping.
The cheers and laughter that followed made the pounding
in my head unbearable. My wife lay in a pool of cum,
completely soaking the carpet. Semen covered her face
and body. The thick paste slowly oozed from her cunt and
mouth as she tried to recover.
The laughing grew louder, sounding like a crowd of
thousands. The last thing I remembered before losing
consciousness was my wife's face as she took the
leader's balls in her mouth, her delicate fingers
dancing deliberately over his thickly veined cock.
door and locked it behind them. I raced to the forier
and froze. The largest of the group held my wife from
behind, one hand over her mouth, the other rubbing her
breasts through her blouse as she struggled. The others
met me as I entered, each with a pistol in hand.
"We know you won't do anything stupid," said the wiry
blond teenager, as he smiled over his shoulder at my
wife. His black partner stared at me with glazed eyes,
the gun shaking in his hand. I stood in silence,
terrified of what might come next.
My wife's captor was huge, probably 6' 7" tall and well
over 300 pounds. He wore a T-shirt cut off just below
the chest, revealing bulging abdominals to match his
thick muscular arms. He spoke with chilling coolness and
intelligence. "Be quiet, behave yourself, and both of
you will make it through this." He walked my wife
forward, the others moving me toward the living room at
gunpoint.
"These are the rules," he explained. "You will both do
exactly as I say, no arguments, no objections, no mouth
at all. You will not attempt to escape, nor will you
notify anyone of our presence. My friends and I will be
staying with you for a while. We don't want to hurt you,
but we most definitely will if we must. Do you both
understand me?"
He stared through me as he waited for my response.
"Yes," I mumbled. Turning my wife to face him, he looked
into her eyes, waiting. Shaking and sobbing, she looked
back at him and nodded her head, afraid to speak.
The others stood on each side of me now, guns still
drawn, enjoying the situation. The teenager couldn't
have been over 18. He was clean-cut, with those "bad
boy" good looks, but his face boasted an unnerving
sadistic grin that said, "Don't fuck with me!" The young
black was obviously high on something. He was looking
around the room, gun pointing in all directions as he
tried to maintain his balance.
His words were even and blunt, "Bring me your husband's
clothes." My wife looked confused, not knowing what to
do. "Chris," the leader toned. Immediately the teenager
brought his gun to my head and cocked it. "NO! NO! NO!
OK! OK!" my wife pleaded. The giant smiled down at her
and waited. She walked to me, shaking, head down,
paralyzed with fear.
Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my
shoulders. Dropping the shirt, her shaking fingers were
on my belt buckle when we heard, "I SAID BRING THEM TO
ME!"
Startled, she picked up the shirt, walked to the
monster, and offered it to him. Taking the shirt, he
immediately dropped it on the floor. "That's much
better, continue."
My wife continued to undress me, shoes, socks, jeans,
and finally my underwear, obediently delivering each
piece to him.
He had removed one of my shoestrings, which he now
handed back to her. "Tie this around his balls. Use a
slip knot." She returned to me, knelt down and slipped
the string behind my scrotum. Needing several tries, she
finally made a slip knot and snugged the loop around my
balls.
They immediately applauded and laughed at her success as
she rose, crying. "You will not cry" he warned. Seeing
the threat in his eyes, she pulled herself together,
trying to maintain. "Give the end of the leash to Chris"
he commanded. Carefully she found the long end of my
"leash" and placed it in Chris's hand. "Good girl! Now
come here."
She walked to him, looking at the floor, afraid to face
him. "Look at me." She slowly raised her head until she
was looking up directly into his eyes. "Give me your
panties" he stated. Immediately she began sobbing, "No,
no, please don't do this, please, please." He glanced at
Chris, and I felt a bolt of pain as Chris jerked the
string and held it tight as he returned the gun to my
head.
I screamed and tried to get away, but he gripped the
leash even tighter and the pain worsened as the noose
strangled my testicles. I was in agony, brought to tears
by the searing pain, as Chris laughed and David, the
young black, eyed me with fascination. "Oh god, please
don't hurt him! OK, OK! I'll do whatever you want,
please stop!" my pretty wife begged.
"He will stop when you obey" her future master answered.
Quickly she stripped off her jeans, then peeled her
panties down her slim muscular legs. Still deafened by
my screams, she placed the white cotton bikinis in his
hand. As he accepted her offering, the pain stopped.
"You will both learn very quickly how to make the best
of this situation, and also that punishment is swift and
effective. It's a practiced skill that we know well.
"Look at me."
My wife again looked up into his cold eyes, afraid to
glance away. "You have beautiful legs, slim and firm. I
think Chris and David agree." David's eyes were fixed on
her legs and Chris grinned and nodded his approval. "You
enjoy having men look at your body, don't you?" Chris
pulled slightly on my leash in anticipation of the wrong
answer. She saw in the commanding eyes of the huge man
what her answer was supposed to be. "Yes" she said
softly.
I knew she was being forced to answer this way, but my
stomach sickened when I heard her reply. "Would you like
to show us more of your body? Would that excite you?"
I lurched, but was quickly controlled by Chris's
restraint. She began to lower her head in shame. "LOOK
AT ME" he repeated. Her eyes were again fixed on his as
she answered, "Yes". Chris and David added their
encouragements to her response.
She was standing before them wearing only her bra and
blouse which hung to her upper thighs. "Would you like
to remove your blouse for us? Would that excite you?"
"Yes" she replied. My gut wrenched again. "You may beg
me to allow you to remove your blouse," he teased.
Shaking, half naked, she swallowed hard and answered,"
Please let me take off my blouse."
He smiled a wide smile and nodded. I watched my wife
undo the crisp cotton shirt, finally reaching the bottom
button. She looked up at him, hoping to stop. Not
finding it in his eyes, she slid the collar over her
soft, smooth shoulders and pulled each delicate hand
through the cuffs. Again she held it out as an offering,
remembering to do as she was told. He took the blouse
and again discarded it on the floor.
She was now naked except for her bra. His eyes traveled
up and down her body in admiration. It was the first
time I had wished she were not so gorgeous. From the
back, Chris, David and I could see her firm tight ass
and every inch of her incredible barbie doll legs.
The front view was reserved for him, as he took in her
flat belly, firm tanned thighs, and her slightly raised
mound, revealing a tight slit under a sparse covering of
dark pubic hair. "You are very beautiful" he whispered
as his eyes again met hers. She stood there, shaking,
afraid to look away, humiliated beyond imagination.
"What would you like to ask me now?" he teased again.
Chris tightened the noose around my balls and I let out
a yelp. She had learned the game and had been reminded
of the consequences. There was only one correct answer.
"Please let me take off my bra."
Hoots and cheers rose from both Chris and David, who
seemed to be coming down from whatever he was on. My
wife seemed to be in shock, partially removed from the
events taking place in our own living room. "Does it
excite you to think about how showing us your tits will
make our even harder?" Again, the only acceptable
answer.
"Yes"
My mind was coming apart.
"Then by all means, show us your breasts, if you want.
I'm sure your husband won't mind, and we would love to
see them."
She reached around to undo the back, allowed each strap
to fall from her bare shoulders, and placed the final
piece of clothing in his hands. His eyes lowered and
were fixed on her exposed breasts. I knew what he saw.
Round, full, and firm, they were like the breasts women
pay for, only hers were very real. She was one of the
few women I had ever seen that could trim and shape her
body with endless aerobics and a finely tuned diet, yet
still retain the fullness of her slightly upturned
breasts. He knew he was seeing something rare and was
taking his time appreciating it.
Chris and David were impatiently waiting to see what
their leader saw, but seemed to know better than to
protest prematurely. They were shifting slightly from
side to side to try to get a better view. "Wouldn't you
like to show the boys what beautiful breasts you have?"
"Yes."
"I think that we excite you so much that you don't even
want your husband over there to see your naked tits
anymore, right?" Tears rolled down both cheeks as she
struggled to give the right response.
"Yes."
Again, I knew she had to give the answer he expected,
but I wondered if I could ever recover from what I saw
and heard. One at a time, he allowed the others to
circle in front of her to look at my wife's totally
naked body. She was told not to turn around, to keep me
from seeing her "best parts".
It was soon obvious that they all had noticeable
erections. I was shocked to see that Chris, although not
physically the largest of the three men, had an erection
that was so large, that the tip of his penis protruded
slightly from the top of his faded jeans. It sickened me
to see my wife glance down at it when it was his turn to
look at her.
After the 'inspection', the leader placed his hand on
her chin and directed her eyes to his. "You will shower,
then make yourself as beautiful as possible. That means
makeup, hair, the works. While we are here, you will
keep your cunt shaved, baby smooth. You have 45 minutes.
If you are late, or if we are not satisfied that you
look your best, your husband will lose a testicle.
This is not an idle threat. I have some medical training
and have done this procedure before. If you are very
late, he might lose both, not a pretty future for him or
you. Return to me, here, naked, in 45 minutes. Do you
understand?" Taking all this in, trying to remember all
of the details, she managed a quiet "Yes."
As she turned toward our bedroom, he took her arm and
again pulled her chin up to his gaze. "Oh yes, please
take these." He fished two capsules from his pocket, one
white, one red. Pulling her chin down, he opened her
mouth and placed them on her tongue. "Close and swallow
please." She did as she was told and, after several
tries, succeeded in swallowing both pills.
Minutes seemed like hours as we waited for my wife to
reappear. While David explored the rest of our home,
Chris removed the laces from my other shoe, tying it to
my leash to increase its length. Their leader was quiet.
Sprawled on the sofa, arms outstretched, he seemed to be
meditating, or in some kind of trance. He was so still,
his massive, well-muscled body resembled a larger-than-
life sculpture.
As I looked at him, there were short periods when his
face seemed to lose all detail, as if just that part of
him would go out of focus for a few seconds, then
return, sharper than ever. Just as strange was the eerie
silence during the wait. No one spoke, although
frequently Chris would suddenly stare at his leader's
face for several minutes, then continue to extend my
leash.
Shortly after she left the room, he explained that the
capsules my wife had obediently ingested were a
"cocktail" he had recently invented. One pill was a
revolutionary hormone therapy, the other a new anti-
depressant. When taken together, they created an
insatiable sexual appetite and also caused all
inhibitions to vanish. "A real slut-maker!" he promised.
I doubted the extent of its effect, assuming he was
exaggerating to make me more uncomfortable.
Just as I began to worry that my wife's deadline would
soon pass, she returned. She circled the room and
stopped directly in front of her new master. I could not
believe what I saw. She was naked, as ordered. Her dark
silky hair hung to her shoulders, just caressing the
velvet olive skin. Her eyes were wide but calm,
emphasizing the deep blue that radiated from them. Her
impressive body, slim and hard, made her jutting breasts
even more pronounced. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the
amazing sight between her legs. Shaved bare, her
normally tight slit was swollen to three times its
normal size.
Her inner labia were bright red and so engorged that
they protruded obscenely. Her cunt had unfolded itself,
opening so widely that every detail normally hidden was
put on display. Her clitoris hung in full view and
visibly throbbed as the tip extended and retreated in
time with her pulse. She was so wet that her fluids had
made her inner thighs slick and shiny. I then noticed
her nipples were hard and distended, like large pencil
erasers attached to those firm heaving breasts. She was
breathing heavily, and already a sheen of perspiration
covered her trembling body.
Smiling, he reached up from his seat and began to
lightly stroke her tight belly. She immediately gasped,
then closed her eyes and allowed him to continue. As he
stimulated her, he watched with satisfaction as her
pussy continued to swell and throb, flowing even more
freely than before. After a while, he spoke.
"Who owns you now?"
"You do," she whispered.
"Your mind and your sweet body?"
"Yes, it's yours."
"Do I excite you more than your husband?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
He suddenly stopped, but her body continued to sway
gently back and forth, expecting more. "Spread your
feet," he ordered. She instantly moved her feet apart.
"Now bend over and put your hands on my shoulders." She
leaned toward him as he sat and supported herself on his
thick shoulders, resting her head on the left one.
From behind her, we could see her open pussy centered
between two perfect ass cheeks as she bent over. Through
her legs, we could see her breasts hanging and swaying
as she clung to him and panted. The sight again sickened
me. Seeing her clutching another man and panting like an
a****l in heat was just too much.
He reached up and took her nipples, one in each hand,
and began to roll them between his fingers. She let out
a short quiet moan and her hips moved as if trying to
find relief. His hands traveled slowly down her body,
stroking her belly, then her inner thighs, always coming
close to her steaming pussy, but never giving her the
relief she needed.
Chris had forgotten about my leash (or thought the
threats were no longer necessary) as he and David
watched my wife's pussy from behind with fascination. As
the huge man stroked and stimulated her body, her cunt
was now alternately sucking and grasping, in obscenely
rhythmic spasms. Her juices ran down the insides of her
legs, making wet spots on the carpet. They began to
masturbate as they watched her lose all control.
Finally he turned his head and whispered in her ear,
smiling at me as he spoke words only she could hear.
"Yes, please, fuck me," she moaned.
"Would you like your husband to come over her and fuck
you?"
"No... I... want you... not him," she managed between
deep, heavy breaths.
I vomited, assaulted by this ultimate humiliation. They
were all laughing at me, sitting in my own puke. My head
was spinning. The scene became almost unreal. The loud
laughter, my humiliation, my two captors still
masturbating as they watched their leader play with my
writhing, panting wife while she begged him to fuck her.
I started to pass out, when David suddenly grabbed me
and slapped me hard across the face to bring me around.
"No you don't, we're not gonna let you miss the best
part!
"Please, don't make me watch anymore," I begged.
"YOU WILL WATCH BITCH!" boomed a voice in my head. It
was the leader's voice, but he was smiling at me as I
heard the words. My fear increased tenfold as I realized
he was more than he appeared to be. How did he put the
words in my head? They were more than words, as if he
was willing me to obey.
Again the details of his face became uncertain. My head
began to throb, then his message leaped into my brain.
"WATCH NOW, AS I TAKE YOUR WIFE FROM YOU AND MAKE HER
MINE!"
His hands went between her legs. With one hand he spread
her cunt open, exposing it even more for my benefit.
With the other hand, he grasped her twitching clitoris
and began to roll it between his forefinger and thumb.
My wife moaned loudly as her ass pumped up and down,
trying to speed her relief. She had torn away part of
his shirt and was sloppily sucking and licking his
immense neck and shoulder. He entered her mind one more
time.
"SAY IT!"
The words washed over her like a giant wave, first cold,
then warm and comforting. A connection was broken,
another formed. She was taken.
"Oh God, fuck me, fuck me please, I don't care about
him, cut off his balls, kill him, I don't care, I'm
yours, cum in me, rip me open, take me, own me, FUCK
MEEE!!"
He was satisfied with her surrender. "Own me" were the
words he waited for. He began to tap the end of her
clitoris with a remaining free finger. It sent her over
the edge. She screamed and clawed at him, ripping his
shirt to shreds. Collapsing into his lap, she tried to
wrap her strong legs around his waist, pumping her cunt
up and down against his concealed erection.
Liquid poured from her steaming pussy as it twitched and
spasmed. Her slender arms were now around his neck, her
mouth glued to his, her tongue as far down his throat as
she could thrust it. Her thrashing and moaning must have
lasted over two minutes. She finally collapsed in his
arms, whimpering and gasping for breath.
Chris and David immediately stopped masturbating,
staring at their leader's face. "My friends are ready
for you," he whispered. "Go suck them dry." Still under
the effects of the d**gs, she was ready, no, desperate
for any kind of sex. She saw David first and was
dripping at the idea of taking a black cock into her
mouth.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she cupped his
balls in her hands as she sucked the head of his cock
into her mouth. I could see her rubbing and tugging at
each of his egg-sized testicles with her slim fingers
while she tried to take his long black snake into her
throat. Before long, the entire length of his 10 inch
dick disappeared into her waiting throat, her chin and
nose buried in his dark kinky pubic hair.
He stopped stroking, keeping his cock buried as deep as
it would go. I watched as my wife continued to contract
her mouth and throat, gripping and milking all 10
inches. Very shortly David's face winced as he began to
pump semen down her throat.
She moaned softly, gulping and swallowing every drop he
delivered. She continued to suck the remaining drops of
cum from his body for several minutes, remembering her
master's orders. When he couldn't take any more, he
finally pushed her away.
Grinning at me, he said, "Man, I'll bet she could live
on cum. We'll be sure to keep her well fed!"
Chris was waiting for his turn. He had been close to
orgasm half a dozen times, but was saving his load for
what he must have known was coming. His cock was
amazing. It must have been 14 inches long and at least 3
inches thick. My wife's eyes widened as she grasped it
with both hands and began to run her tongue over the
huge purple head. As she fingered and stroked the
massive shaft, she tried in vain to get the entire head
into her hungry mouth.
Giving up, she continued to lick and suck while she
pumped the shaft with both hands. Her tongue probed the
opening of his cock, making him gasp with pleasure. The
idea of having this thing inside her made her cunt flow
again, making another small puddle on the carpet beneath
her. The others made lewd remarks, joking about what a
slut she was at heart. Laughing, Chris pulled my leash
closer, so that my face was only inches from my wife as
she slurped and licked.
Her eyes met mine, then she looked up at Chris, sucking
even faster. "Why don't you pump it for her so she can
play with herself," he ordered.
She jumped at the chance to play with her soaking pussy
and immediately put both hands to work, keeping her
mouth attached to the end of his cock. A sharp jerk on
my leash made me scream with pain. I had no choice.
Placing my hands on his thick cock, I started to pump as
my wife continued to suck. I had never touched another
man's dick. The revulsion added to my humiliation as the
others joked and laughed.
Soon I could see his stomach start to shake, and I knew
the end was near. My wife was near orgasm herself,
moaning louder as her fingers flipped her clit back and
forth. Her moaning excited Chris as the vibrations
traveled from her throat to the sensitive head of his
giant penis. With a sudden grunt, he started to cum. My
head exploded with the words, "DON'T STOP! PUMP EVERY
DROP OF HIS SPERM INTO YOUR SWEET LITTLE WIFE'S THROAT!"
Mindlessly, I pumped his cock harder and faster. I could
feel the steady stream of semen surging through the
shaft while my wife swallowed in large gulps. I knew
that the cum was filling her mouth faster than she could
possibly ingest it. It continued to flow as I pumped and
pumped. She had already swallowed an incredible amount
of semen and more was on the way. I couldn't believe
what I was seeing.
It wasn't human. Finally she began to choke and the
thick liquid spilled out of the corners of her mouth
onto her chin and face. Continuing to gag as the cum
flowed, she moved his cock from her thirsty lips to try
to swallow the excess in her mouth.
Cum spurted in a steady stream, onto her face and hair.
She knew not to turn away, and let the hot stream flow
down her face, now coating her breasts and belly, I
couldn't stop milking his huge dong, mechanically
continuing what I had been willed to do. The semen
continued to flow! It now completely covered my wife
from chin to crotch.
As she rubbed her cunt, her fingers began to push the
sticky mess into her vagina. She started to moan again
as her hips bucked against her frantic fingers. She was
cumming, I was still pumping, and the semen was still
spurting!
She was still trying to take large gulps of it,
returning her full lips to the bulbous head as often as
she was able. When she couldn't take any more, it
resumed covering her from head to crotch as she stuffed
more of the excess into her cunt. She finally fell onto
her back, writhing in ecstasy.
She shoved handfuls of cum into her cunt with one hand,
while scooping the goo from her face and tits into her
mouth with the other. She thrashed and moaned for
several minutes before finally collapsing spread-eagled
on the floor. His cock spurted its last few drops onto
her panting body and I stopped pumping.
The cheers and laughter that followed made the pounding
in my head unbearable. My wife lay in a pool of cum,
completely soaking the carpet. Semen covered her face
and body. The thick paste slowly oozed from her cunt and
mouth as she tried to recover.
The laughing grew louder, sounding like a crowd of
thousands. The last thing I remembered before losing
consciousness was my wife's face as she took the
leader's balls in her mouth, her delicate fingers
dancing deliberately over his thickly veined cock.
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