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                                    Taking Annie
                             by Winston Greystroke

                                     Chapter 8



The wedding day. Do the very words take the wind out of you? Do they 
help you once and for all understand your place in Annie's life? 
Because *she's* chosen this. She wanted it, begged for it. Your sweet 
wife, the mother of your children, invited family and friends to your 
home to witness her devotion to me, and her addiction to sex with men 
skilled, men equipped, to satisfy a hunger that has burned inside her 
since before you were married. Oh, yes. For that long. She finally told 
you herself, while you prepared her one last time in the steaming 
shower, only hours before she would give herself to me in a public 
ceremony.

"I'm so excited," she said, as you washed between her slim legs. "Are 
you happy for me?"

"I - I g-guess so," you muttered.

"Oh, Jeffrey, please don't get moody on me on my special day," she 
scolded. "If you had really paid attention, you would have seen this 
coming years ago. Remember the way your friends at school used to look 
at me? Rob, your roommate, and Sam, that good-looking black guy that 
used to come to all your parties? Did you think they would just look 
forever? They both did me, Jeffrey, months before you. 

"Rob was first. We fucked in your bed, while you were at class. In 
fact, we fucked every chance we got, every time you were out. Of 
course, Rob was an arrogant pig. I could never have stayed with him. 
But his cock - oh God, it was monstrous, and he was so good in bed. He 
fucked me for hours at a time. He left me limp and exhausted, lying in 
a pool of his cum, so wet that I couldn't tell if the mess between my 
legs was his or mine. Later, at night, while you and I sat together 
in the movie theater, you clumsily playing with my tits in the dark, 
I was thinking of him, and how soon I could feel him inside me again.

"When Sam fucked me, you were only two feet away, passed out on the 
floor beside us. You were so busy showing me off that night at the 
party, gloating as you introduced me to your friends like I was already 
yours, hinting that you were already fucking me - as though you really  
had the nerve to show me your tiny penis. You didn't fool Sam. He 
knew what I needed, even before I did. I remember holding him as I 
came, trying not to wake you with my quiet whimpers and moans. He 
begged me to ditch you, to move in with him. At the time I just wasn't 
ready, but I told him he could fuck me any time he liked. He was like a 
machine, never tiring, his cock drilling into me as his hips thrust and 
swiveled in ways that made me crazy. You never knew how close you were 
to losing me to him. When he transferred to another school on a 
football scholarship, I decided to make do with you. 

"I thought that in time, you could satisfy me just like they did. 
Little did I know you would never measure up. I never really forgot 
what it felt like to be fucked by a real man - I just gave up hope that 
you might come close to Rob's size, or Sam's skill in bed. I wanted to 
be respectable, the perfect wife with the perfect house and perfect 
kids. After we were married, I wanted kids so much that I let you put 
your dick in me night after night, waiting for what seemed like hours 
until you came inside me. When you finished, I would wait until you 
fell asleep, then masturbate myself to orgasm, fantasizing about Rob, 
or Sam, or some well-built stranger I saw on the street that day. I had 
sex with you for your sperm, for children - nothing more."

She sighed and turned her back to you, her perfect ass inches from your 
limp little prick. She seemed distracted, her voice so matter-of-fact, 
as though you were now truly nothing more than a sexless servant, a 
mere appliance used to prepare her for me.

All those years you assumed she was faithful, assumed that you 
satisfied her - now the memories seemed to conspire to make her someone 
else, a woman who's desires and fantasies were for sexual excesses you 
never could have imagined. The new Annie had been transformed from the 
mousy phantom quickly fading from your memory into a sleek, strong, 
woman, driven by lust, determined to get what she wanted at any cost. 
This new reality, as terrible as it was to face, wound its way into 
your head with a thousand invisible strands. Then, as it slowly severed 
connections to the Annie of the past, your Annie, it reassembled each 
thread inside you, layer upon layer, an invisible tumor, not of flesh, 
but of the mind. Now you knew, without any doubt, that you would never 
excite her again, never feel her response to your touch, or her cunt 
tighten around your useless prick again. Now you knew that if she could 
choose a man to put his cock in her, out of all men, you would be last. 
Now you finally knew your true place in Annie's world.

You washed her hair, then stepped from the shower and dried her with a 
clean, white towel, your prick never twitching, never showing any sign 
of desire for her as you blotted the sparkling droplets of water from 
her glistening breasts.

She turned to you one last time, posing naked before you, cupping her 
breasts in both hands.

"Look at me Jeffrey. I have to make sure you understand. My body is no 
longer yours. I belong to Parker now. My tits, my pussy, all of me. 
Tell me you understand."

She was breathtaking, slim and sensuous, her tanned body enough to make 
any man hard from her inviting stare.

"I understand," you answered meekly. "You belong to Parker now, not 
me."

"And you approve, don't you, Jeffrey. You want to give me to him. You 
want me to worship his cock. You want him to fuck me over and over, 
every night, until I'm filled with his sperm and pregnant with his 
children. You do, don't you?"

"I do," you answered again. "Your body should belong to him, not me."

"Because...?" she continued.

"Because I'm not a man," you replied with conviction. "I know that 
now."

"I'm so glad, so happy," she gushed. "Now give me the towel and go to 
your room to get dressed. You're giving me away in two hours, and I 
want everything to be perfect."


                                          ***


As fully as you had accepted your place in our new household, when 
our guests arrived, you were horrified - all your friends and 
neighbors, and co-workers as well. Even the young boys from across the 
street eagerly attended, hoping, I'm sure, to get more than just a kiss 
from the bride. 

But my special treat was saved for last. She made her entrance exactly 
at noon, strutting into the foyer with the grace and power of a 
lioness. She stood regal as a queen, 6' 2" of lean, hardened, black 
muscle sheathed in a form-fitting white suit. The white slacks did 
little to hide the bulging sinews of her thighs and her hard, meaty ass 
as it flexed in rhythm with each confident step. The jacket buttoned 
low, near her narrow waist, a long open V revealing the inner curves of 
two perfect mounds of chocolate flesh, so firm they jutted forward, 
unmoving, forcing the white linen that covered them into an exact 
likeness of each nipple and breast.

Shayla and I had a long and sordid history. I found her useful in 
certain situations, and she enjoyed the work when the opportunity 
arose. She preferred women to men, for both sex, and companionship. I 
had seen her make willing slaves of more than a few innocent housewives 
over the years, turning them against their husbands while converting 
them to devoted lesbians almost overnight. Women said she "did things" 
to them, things no man or woman ever had, things that broke their will 
to be with anyone but Shayla. But her true forte was her way with men - 
finding new ways to humiliate them, castrate them, dissecting out piece 
by piece everything essential to their maleness, until they were left 
whimpering shells, living only to fulfill her every whim. Cruelty came 
naturally to her, and she knew no limits.

We went to meet her, Annie, you, and I, as she entered the room, her 
bright eyes wide and hungry. Annie just stared, quivering a bit as I 
held her hand. You almost wet yourself.

"Annie, this is Shayla." I announced. She'll be conducting the ceremony 
today.

Shayla licked her lips, looking down at Annie in her wedding dress. 
"Mmmm, aren't you a tasty little thing," Shayla purred.

"Oh, and Shayla, this is Jeffrey, Annie's soon-to-be ex-husband."

Shayla's smile could be cruel, and she gave you everything she could 
muster.

"Ahhh, so you're the little sissy-boy that couldn't keep your own wife 
from looking elsewhere for a real cock," she said menacingly. "I hope 
you'll behave today," she warned.

"I think you'll find Jeffrey very cooperative today," I added. "Isn't 
that right, Jeffrey?"

"Yes," you answered timidly.

"Oh really?" Shayla asked. "So you're willingly giving little wifey 
here to Parker? So he can stick his big cock in her any time he wants?"

"Yes," you answered again.

"And just why would you do that?" she continued with even more sarcasm.

"Because, I-I'm, not a man," you answered quietly, afraid one of the 
guests might hear your humiliating admission.

Shayla smiled suddenly. Her eyelids fluttered, and she took a slow, 
deep breath. Then she took you by the throat with a flash of her 
strong hand.

"Show me!" she hissed, almost as a whisper. "Take it out and show me!"

Your eyes filled with terror. "Here?" you gasped. "In front of - "

"Now!" she ordered, her voice breathless with excitement. "No one's 
looking - do it - NOW!"

After a quick glance over your shoulder at the guests, now chatting and
chuckling to themselves in the living room, you lowered your zipper and 
tugged the shrunken worm of flesh from your pants. Shayla studied it 
for a few seconds, then turned to Annie.

"You let him touch you with *that*?" she asked.

"Not anymore," Annie answered. "Not since Parker. We've been training 
him. He can't get hard when he's around me now, even when I'm naked. 
He's really accepted that he'll never have sex with me again, that 
all he can do is watch other men fuck me."

"So, you like watching your wife with other men, pussy-boy?" Shayla 
asked. "You like seeing her gasping and squealing at the end of a long, 
thick cock?"

"Y-yes, I-I do," you answered obediently.

"And do you ever play with your tiny little dick while you watch her?"

"No - never - she doesn't belong to me - she's Parker's now. She 
doesn't want me to think about her that way. Parker would hurt me if I 
did."

Shayla gave me a knowing grin, congratulating me for your total defeat.

"Not bad, Parker," she said. "not bad at all. But I think I could make 
him even less of a man, if you'll give me a chance. Even just a few 
hours with him would be so much fun - how about it?"

I looked over at you, standing there with your dick hanging out, 
shivering with fear. I considered her offer, and took my time 
answering.

"It just so happens that Annie and I will be taking a long honeymoon. 
We'll need a babysitter for him while we're gone. Would you like that? 
Say, for two weeks? Do what you like with him. If I know you, he'll be 
the perfect timid little girl when you're done with him."

Shayla's eyes sparkled with glee. She squeezed your neck harder and 
spoke to you, her eyes inches from yours.

"Hear that, sissy-boy? Want me to make you my little girl?"

You trembled at the thought, your eyes bulging. 

"I-I d-don't think I want to - please, please Annie - I m-mean Mistress 
- don't make me do this! Please don't let them, Pleeease!" you whined.

Annie shook her head. "Now Jeffrey, stop complaining. You know you're 
no use to me as a man. I think Shayla has a good idea. If you actually
*become* a girl, I'll never have to worry about you fucking me again.
And you'll never have to worry about Parker punishing you. I'm sure 
Parker agrees."

I gave you my look, the one that tells you there'll be nasty 
consequences if you don't behave.

"So, tell her, Jeffrey," Annie ordered. "Tell Shayla you'll do it 
because I want you to."

Shayla waited for an answer. You were defeated again, with no chance of 
escape.

"I'll do it," you told her.

"You'll do what?" Shayla asked.

"I'll - I'll be your little girl," you answered, shaking as she held 
you in her strong hand.

"Why the sudden change of heart, Jeffrey," she continued sarcastically.

"B-because, my, my wife wants me to," you admitted.

Smiling with satisfaction, Shayla released you. "Good," she said. 
"You'll come home with me after the reception tonight. And by the way, 
in an hour, Annie won't be your wife anymore. She'll be your Mistress - 
*only* your Mistress. Make sure you remember how to address her 
properly. Let's see - tell her, 'I hope you enjoy Parker's big cock on 
your honeymoon, Mistress, while Shayla's turning me into a little 
girl.'"

You looked into Annie's eyes, begging for some sign that she had 
changed her mind. You found no such sign, only a radiant, smiling face, 
waiting patiently for you to disgrace yourself. Of course you gave in, 
again.

"I hope you enjoy Parker's big cock on your honeymoon, Mistress, while 
Shayla's turning me into a little girl," you told Annie. She smiled 
wider, then turned to Shayla. "How can I ever repay you?" she gushed. 
Shayla feasted her eyes on Annie's eager young body. "I'm sure we'll 
find a way," Shayla answered. "Right now, we have a wedding to perform. 
Let's get started."


                                            ***


Shayla took her place before our guests while they quickly filled the 
rows of folding chairs that filled your living room. She stood behind a 
small wooden altar, brought in for the happy occasion. It was a 
breathtaking sight - Shayla's powerful V-shaped torso rising above the 
dark mahogany facade with deeply carved, ornate borders and lifelike 
figures in an obscene tableaux at its center. Small cherubs hovered at 
each of the four corners, looking on expectantly as the central figures 
stood at a much smaller version of a similar altar. A large, muscular, 
satyr-like figure embraced a slim, graceful woman with long, flowing 
hair. Both of them were naked, the man-beast sporting an outrageously 
huge erection which lay half-buried between the woman's legs as she 
swooned, mouth open, in his powerful arms. Kneeling beneath them, a 
smaller figure, also nude, reaching out to her, his fingertips just 
touching the woman's bare thigh, looked up at them helplessly as though 
the touch was a parting one, the last he would ever savor.

You stood beside me at the altar, facing Shayla. She smiled at me, then 
showed you a much more sinister smile. Her hardened nipples strained at 
the white fabric, throbbing with each beat of her pulse. She was in her 
glory, a spectacular vision of raw lust and venom.

"This is a ceremony of victory, the triumph of manhood over the weak 
and undeserving," Shayla began. "In the balance, for each of you before 
me, everything that is manly has been weighed, and weighed again. All 
things that make men real men - power, strength, wisdom, and potency 
have been tested, the worthy man taking all, the weak willingly 
surrendering all to him.

"Who here is the defeated, ready to declare before all the surrender 
of everything you possess?"

Shayla looked straight at you, narrowing her eyes with a threatening 
warning.

"I am," you answered.

Shayla smiled pleasantly, then continued.

"Will you eagerly give your wife, the woman you love, the mother of 
your children, to one more worthy, one superior to you in every way?"

Everyone could see you shaking with fear and humiliation. How 
ridiculous you looked beside me in your cheap tuxedo, intentionally 
rented two sizes too small, your sweet Annie's idea. You would have to 
say it, here, in public, in front of everyone. You would have to 
abandon her, give her delicious body to me, and admit your disgraceful 
defeat.

"I will," you answered quietly. A quiet murmur rose from the audience.

"From this day forward, you will be known as 'cuckold'. It will become 
your middle name. You will wear it at first with shame, then with 
enthusiastic obedience. You will live every minute of your life as a 
cuckold, holding true to everything it implies.

"Repeat after me. 'From this day forward, I will serve a superior man, 
and the woman he has taken from me.'"

You looked drained, as though another shameful admission might be just 
enough to kill you. But it was necessary. You thought you had been 
broken long ago. Now you would discover the true meaning of the word.

"F-From this day forward, I will s-serve a superior man - and the 
woman he has - taken - from me," you replied, this time fighting to get 
the words out. You cringed as both gasps and chuckles erupted from the 
crowd, and Shayla dished out more pain.

"By this ceremony, Annie will be your wife in name only. As a woman, 
she belongs to another man, your true superior and master. To make her 
his, finally and completely, answer with your utmost conviction. 

"Do you swear:

"Never to have sexual relations with, or lustful thoughts about Annie, 
as long as you shall live?"

"I swear," you said, your voice showing the signs of total defeat.

"Never to have any matter of physical contact with Annie, or view her 
body in either full or partial state of nudity, without permission from 
her or your Master?

"I swear."

"Never to speak, to Annie or your Master, unless spoken to."

"I swear."

Shayla paused, exchanging glances with me, bathing in the soothing 
satisfaction of the moment. Her eyes were wide and bright, her classic 
features beaming with excitement.

"Now is the time for the weak and the strong to face one another," 
Shayla continued.

I turned to face you. You faced me as well, after Shayla's menacing 
stare. You looked so small, so truly weak and pathetic.

"By your word, you will surrender your woman to your Master. By these 
words, you make it final, irrevocable. Repeat them as an unworthy 
husband and man, resolved to give his wife the pleasure of a superior 
male. 'I willingly surrender my wife and my manhood. I am not a man.'" 

You looked up at me with tears in your eyes - staring, for the longest 
time. As I looked back, I sensed you had begun to believe what you were 
told to say. Something in your eyes had changed. A mixture of 
submissiveness and acceptance poured from you, racking your pathetic 
body with the new reality. You wanted me to have her.

You cleared your throat, still looking directly into my eyes, and said 
the words.

"I willingly surrender my wife and my manhood. I am not a man."

Shayla reached beneath the altar, starting the music that played from 
speakers hidden in either end. The traditional wedding march filled the 
room as Annie began her slow walk down the aisle. She was dressed in 
pure white, a thin, body-hugging second skin that covered her from 
neck to ankles. Narrow bands of white lace encircled her neck and 
wrists.

She made her way closer to us, expertly taking step after step on the 
white eight-inch heels. A long, satin train fell from her shoulders, 
quietly drifting along the carpet behind her as she approached. The 
body-suit fit her like a glove, the material so soft and yielding that 
every detail of her firm, young flesh was visible, from the stiff, 
pouting nipples atop each large, round breast, to the outline of her 
pussy-lips, so swollen that the crevice between them yawned open 
obscenely in anticipation of a real man's cock. I saw you staring as 
she came closer, your eyes so filled with loss, knowing you must give 
this luscious creature up to another man, knowing she would never be 
yours again.

Annie stopped between us, looked up at me, and smiled. At this distance 
she was stunning. The outfit fit so perfectly it could have 
been painted on her warm flesh, coating her breasts, belly, and legs 
with a thin layer of white that barely kept her from standing naked 
before us. My cock was raging to get to her.

"This is a ceremony of surrender and surrendering," Shayla began again.
"The surrender of a woman to her most primal needs, and to the only man 
who can satisfy them, and the surrendering of this woman by one too 
weak and unworthy to lay claim to her."

"Annie," Shayla announced in her strongest, clearest voice, "Do you, 
from this day forth, reject your husband, his weakness, his cowardice, 
his impotence, renouncing your oath of physical intimacy, and 
furthermore, even the name, 'husband'?"

"I do!" Annie said without hesitation.

"Jeffrey, do you promise that the oath that bound you to this woman, 
that gave you her body as your property, from this day forth will be 
severed, that you give up all claims to her body as yours and yours 
alone, that you will never think of her or look upon her as an object 
of your wanton desires?"

"I do," you muttered.

"Speak clearly, so all can hear!" Shayla ordered.

"I DO," you said again, hearing it echo from the back of the room.

Shayla smiled with approval, her jutting breasts swelling with pride.

"Parker, his woman now belongs to you, her body yours to possess in any
manner you desire. She will serve you, satisfy all your needs, even 
accept your seed inside her to bear children to her one and only true 
man. If you want this woman, speak now, and make her yours forever."

I put my arm around Annie's waist and pulled her close beside me. Her 
skin was firm and hot against my hand, and she trembled, looking up at 
me, her eyes wide with rampant desire.

"I claim your wife as my property," I recited confidently. "She has 
chosen a man superior to you in every way, and I will take her as my 
own. Where you failed to satisfy her, I will make her whimper with joy. 
Where your efforts to give her life meaning fell short, mine will 
succeed beyond her wildest dreams. Unless you intend to contest my 
decision, admit now to one and all that you freely forfeit your wife to 
me, the man she desires."

Annie and I both stared at you as you stood shaking in front of the 
roomful of guests. We both knew what you were feeling, how degrading it 
was to give your beautiful Annie to another man before your friends, 
family, and co-workers. How achingly devastating it must have been to 
give her up, her lean, delicious body waiting so impatiently to be 
traded to a better man. You would never feel her bare skin against you 
again, never put your tiny prick inside her, or even cum while watching 
her full lips open wide, moaning through a shattering orgasm. Even so, 
I saw it in your eyes again, barely creeping through the humiliation 
and pain - the acceptance, and something more, the willingness, 
bordering on excitement, to watch your Annie by my side, to think of 
her riding my cock in your bed, to see her sweaty, sex-starved body 
bucking like a whore under me as I gave her what you never could. This 
time your words showed no hesitation.

"My wife has chosen you over me," you began. "I surrender her to you, 
not by force, but because she deserves all that you can give her. She 
has shown me how truly unworthy I am to claim her body as my own. Take 
her as your own not only because she wishes it, but because I wish it 
as well. Take her, with my blessing."

Shayla let everyone see her excitement now, her huge breasts pushing 
the jacket lapels aside, obscenely displaying her long, hardened 
nipples that jutted and throbbed, openly on display.

"The rings, Jeffrey," she said suddenly. You looked at her blankly, 
puzzled at her order. 

"Remove her rings, Jeffrey! She has no use for them now!"

You looked sadly at Annie's outstretched hand. The small diamond and 
wedding band you gave her years ago waited mockingly on her finger 
before you. Annie smiled an evil smile, then wiggled her finger 
slightly, showing her impatience to have it gone forever. You reached 
for her hand slowly, careful not to touch her soft skin, and slid both 
bands over her slender finger.

"Kneel before them," Shayla ordered, "and place the meaningless 
trinkets at their feet."

You went to your knees, lowered you head, then carefully placed the 
rings on the floor. I thought I heard you sob as I crushed the tiny 
diamond to dust under my shoe. Your head down, you stared at the warped 
gold setting surrounded by a tiny circle of sparkling powder that once 
symbolized her devotion to you.

As you looked up at us, I placed a wide, intricately inscribed gold 
band on Annie's finger, and then a huge, glittering diamond. The crowd 
gasped at its size and beauty. Annie beamed at me, so much excitement 
and lust pouring from her wide eyes.

"I now join you as man and woman," Shayla announced. "Show everyone 
present the ecstasy you have found in the sharing of your flesh and the 
joy of a new life together."

I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply, obscenely. She feasted on 
my tongue, as if she knew it would bring her cunt years of unending 
pleasure. I felt her small hand caress the front of my pants, then 
clutch my cock, kneading and stroking it though my tux, turning so 
everyone could watch as she brought my erection to monstrous 
proportions. You heard the murmurs and gasps from the audience as you 
knelt below us watching Annie's hand on my cock, horribly embarrassed 
as your own little prick began to grow. You tried stubbornly not to 
face the fact that witnessing your wife fondle a real cock as you 
willingly submitted to her betrayal had become not only acceptable, but 
exciting, something you had begun to secretly enjoy. As much as you 
tried to fight it, you knew you would no longer have to be threatened 
or intimidated to do as Annie wished. You had become her willing 
cuckold, and she could not have asked for a more fitting gift on her 
special day.

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