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Subject: Story:   Willing Slave (hus/wif/drug)
Date: 10 Mar 1997 19:12:41 GMT
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	"My husband loves me very much, and I love him.  Please, I don't
want to do 
anything that would hurt him."
	It was my wife talking.  I was watching a video tape that had been
left on my 
doorstep.  Earlier in the day my wife Michelle had left for her usual
Saturday morning 
workout, or so I had believed.  For the past three months she never missed
her regular 
"workout".  My palms began to feel sweaty as I watched the tape continue.
	"Michelle, Michelle...I know you're frightened right now, but
that's a good thing.  
You know you have no choice but to obey; so if you don't want to hurt your
husband, just 
do what you're told.  Now take off your clothes, nice and slowly."  The
man's voice was 
soft and deep; he was the one behind the camera.  He slowly circled my
wife as she 
unbuttoned her blouse, panned up and down her body as she lowered her
shorts.  She 
stood there trembling, innocent arms trying vainly to cover her flesh. 
"Michelle, don't 
stop.  Take it all off.  Slowly."
	"Please don't..." she shook her head "no", and tears came to her
red eyes.  But she 
complied, and was standing there naked.  
	"Arms up, hands behind your head."  Again she complied.  The tears
seemed to 
stop, and she began to have a far-away look in her eyes.   As upset as I
was at seeing this 
humiliation of my wife, I couldn't help but notice how erotic it was, how
lewd my wife 
looked being forced to stand naked in front of a camera.
	"You say you love your husband, yes?"  she nodded slowly, and her
eyes rimmed 
with tears again.  "Then you must do everything I command.  You will obey
me in 
everything, do you understand?"
	"yes." the answer came out in a very small voice.
	"Kneel down, Michelle.  Show me how much you want to obey me and
save your 
marriage."
	I watched from the man's perspective as my naked wife knelt down
in front of this 
man; she pulled out his cock and sucked it.  After a few minutes of this,
he commanded 
her to look up, look into the camera as he came.  She swallowed, but it
was more than she 
could handle; she continued looking directly into the camera as she
swallowed and nearly 
choked.  What she couldn't take ended up smeared across her face and
dribbled down her 
chin.  His hand reached into view and he rubbed his cum around her face,
down her neck, 
on her forehead and into her hair.  "There, now.  You are the purist
picture of a slut.  
Look into the camera my slut.  Tell the camera that you're doing this to
save your 
marriage."  She did.  "Now tell the camera that you enjoyed it.  Pretend
this video is 
going to your husband.  Tell him you enjoyed it, and that you're doing it
all for him."
	"No, please, you said you wouldn't involve him! Please no!"
	He grabbed her by the hair, firmly yanking her head up.  "Obey me
Michelle, or 
you know the consequences."  Suddenly the fire went out of her again.
	"Mike, husband...I'm doing this for us.  I have no choice."  
	"And?"  the man prompted.
	Her head dropped. "and I'm enjoying this."
	"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?  In just a few weeks of
this, you'll actually 
be meaning it.
	
	The tape flickered then; it had been stopped and started again.
This time it was my 
wife again, but she was in different clothes.  That's when I noticed that
the video had a 
time stamp.  I rewound it quickly to see the first time stamp.  It was
three months ago, 
when she first started her Saturday workouts!
	I continued to watch the tape; it was filled with segments of her
being degraded 
and humiliated.  Eventually, the man came out from behind the camera and
got more 
fully into the act of sexually abusing my wife.  He was a tall man, well
built and dark. 
But I didn't recognize him.  He fucked my wife in every way imaginable,
had her tied up 
in many ways; and at the end of each "session", he brought a syringe to
her arm and 
injected her with something.  After about five of the sessions, he began
to refer to the 
"shot"; telling her to beg for it, making her act more and more slutty,
having her do worse 
and worse things for her shot.  She did it all, too...she begged for it,
began to offer herself 
in many degrading ways; and she would look so incredibly content and happy
when she'd 
get the shot at the end.  After a while, he began to have her thank him
*after* the shot, 
starting with another blow job, and then having her kiss him intimately. 
Once she even 
begged to make love to him, thanking him for the shot.  What hit me the
hardest was that 
she volunteered it, he didn't ask for it.  
	The tape was near the end.  The man had just finished fucking my
wife and had 
her lick him clean.  He handed her the syringe, letting her give herself
the shot.  He put on 
a robe and turned to the camera, keeping my naked wife still in view on
the bed in the 
background.  "Well, Michael, I think it's about time.  Time for us to
meet.  As you've 
been able to see, I've taken your wife over the past few months and turned
her into my 
own private sex toy.  I'm sure this is all quite a shock for you, but you
need to keep it 
together.  I'm at the point where I could sell your wife now.  She will
willingly do 
anything she's told...by those who know how to control her." he turned to
my wife who 
was lying back on the bed, looking so incredibly sexy with that
well-fucked slut look.  
"Isn't that right, my whore?  You will do anything.  Tell your husband who
owns you 
now."
	"You own me, Master.  I'll do anything you wish." Then, as an
afterthought: "I'm 
sorry Michael.  But I have no choice.  No choice now.  I have to be his
whore."
	"Well, there you have it, straight from the slut's mouth.  But I'm
a relatively fair 
man, and since she *is* your wife, I thought I'd give you a chance to hold
on to your 
marriage.  I'm taking her to the docks this afternoon to put her on a
ship.  I have a buyer 
for her in Asia.  American whores go for quite a bit over there.  If you
want to save your 
marriage, come to the corner of 31st and Oak by four o'clock.  Answer the
pay phone.  If 
you aren't there, then this will be the last you see of this fine slut." 
	That was the end of the tape.  I looked at the clock and nearly
fainted.  It was a 
quarter to 4.  I had no time to think about the consequences, I had to
hurry!

**

	I made it in time to the phone, and from there was given
instructions on how to 
get to a specific warehouse.  As instructed, I went in through a small
steel door that was 
unlocked.  The entire area was deserted; it looked like it came out of a
horror movie.  It 
was dark inside the warehouse, but appeared empty.  There was a table in
the center of 
the bay; on the table was a note..in my wife's writing.  It said that I
would see nobody 
until I cuffed my hands to the chain over my head.  Looking up, I saw the
chain with a 
pair of manacles attached to it.  As of yet, I had no time to think about
what I was doing; 
but the reality of being made physically helpless began to hit me.  But
after pausing for a 
moment, I realized that I had nothing to bargain with; I had to do what
they wanted.  The 
"click" of the manacle locking onto my wrist hit home.  I thought I would
throw up as I 
locked in my other wrist.
	After about ten minutes, just as panic was about to take hold, I
heard footsteps.  It 
was Michelle!  She was approaching alone; but the thrill I felt at seeing
her alone was 
quenched quickly.  She was naked;  chains on her legs, causing her to take
small steps.  
There was a manacle on each wrist, although her arms were free for the
moment.  I was 
stunned to see that her nipples had been freshly pierced, still a little
drop of blood on one; 
d-rings had been run through the nipples.  Her face was coated with
make-up; thick rouge 
on the cheeks, heavy blue eye shadow, and bright red lipstick.  Her eyes
were glassy, but 
she had an incredibly sexy smirk.  Without saying a word, she knelt before
me, pulled my 
slacks and underwear down, then proceeded to suck me.  
	"Michelle, stop..we've got to get out of here!  Help me get loose,
and we'll go."  
But she didn't stop, she kept sucking.  Even with the danger we were in,
my cock 
responded to her wet mouth.  "Dammit, Michelle...stop it..I mean it!"
	I looked in the direction from which she had come, but it was too
dark to see.  I 
realized she had succeeded in removing my shoes and then my pants. 
Suddenly, strong 
hands gripped my ankles from behind, quickly cuffing one to the floor.  My
other ankle 
was pulled to the side, spreading my legs wide open; it was cuffed to the
floor too.  As I 
tried to see who was behind me, a bright light was suddenly turned on and
aimed into my 
face.  My wife continued to suck, as if nothing else mattered.  
	"I'm glad to see you made it."  It was the voice of the man in the
tape.  The man 
who had taken my wife.
	"Who are you?"
	"I'm your new Master, Michael."
	"The hell you are.  I'll kill you when I get down from here."
	He laughed softly and pulled my head back.  His breath and voice
was in my ear.  
"You won't think that way by the time I'm through with you.  Remember your
slut wife?  
She didn't want to obey me either.  But now I own her.  I'll own you too,
very soon."
	I tried reason.  "Listen, all I want is my wife.  Just let her go,
and I'll forget about 
everything."
	He was still there at my ear, his voice softer than ever. "No, I'm
afraid not.  She 
doesn't want to go anyway.  Do you, Michelle? Who owns you Michelle?"
	She looked up at him, her lipstick smeared around her face.  "You
own me 
Master.  I'll do anything you say."
	"What about your husband?" he asked.
	"You can have him too."  Then she looked at me. "Do what he says,
love; it'll be 
okay, you'll see.  Just obey him."  Her lips then wrapped back around my
cock.
	"You see Michael?  She's all mine, and now she wants me to have
you, too."
	"Damn you." I spit out. "Shit." I realized that Michelle had
ignited the fire inside 
of me that precedes orgasm.
	"You don't really wish for me to sell your wife as a whore, now do
you Michael?"  
Now his hands were massaging my shoulders, rubbing deeply.  They were on
my arms, 
caressing my muscles, around my chest and down my stomach.
	"No, I don't want you to sell her."
	"I'll make a deal with you then.  I won't sell her.  But you have
to do something 
for me."
	Michelle's hands were massaging my balls, then cupping my
asscheeks.  I couldn't 
help but give in a little to the desire inside.  "What?  What do you want
from me?"
	"I have complete control over your wife.  The drugs I've
introduced into her 
system require my constant maintenance.  She knows that, but is so
addicted to them that 
she can't possibly go without them now.  I want you to be my slave too. 
No drugs.  A 
willing slave.  As long as I'm pleased with you, I promise not to sell
your wife.  But if 
you fail me, I'll take her away in an instant.  If you try to harm me,
your wife will most 
likely go into a coma, with severe brain damage. If you try to bring in
others to "help" 
you out of your predicament, I'll sell her and/or take away her drug
supply.  Do you 
understand?"  His hands massaged my shoulders again, then worked their way
down my 
back.
	I hesitated.  I didn't know what to say, what to do.  It appeared
that I had no way 
out.  "I can't do that.  You're mad.  Please...."  but there was no
conviction in my voice.
	"It would only be for a year.  At the end of the year, I'm sure
I'll be tired of the 
both of you. After the year is up, I'll slowly wean your wife off of the
drugs, and then you 
can both live however you want after that."  My wife was still sucking,
and now her 
hands had begun to spread my cheeks.  One hand reached in, teasing my back
opening.  
She looked up at me as she sucked, sensuously running her tongue around
the head of my 
cock.  She cocked her head to the side and nodded her head. Then she
looked back down 
and sucked wholeheartedly again.  
	Suddenly there was a lubricated finger penetrating my ass.  "Just
give in to me, 
Michael.  Just give it up.  See how good it feels?  It's just for a year. 
Save your wife from 
being sold.  Obey me."
	I was shaking my head "no", but my body was responding.   I knew I
was getting 
close to orgasm, and as I tried to close my ass to the intruding finger I
began to breathe 
harder.
	"Just say yes, Michael.  Just give in.  Say it.  Say you'll obey
me.  You really have 
no choice."
	"Yessss."  I hissed out.  "I'll do whatever you say."
	His finger slipped out, and his lubricated hands caressed my
crack.  "Beg me.  
Beg me to use you and your wife.  Beg me to take you."	
	I groaned. "Please...........please.....I'll do whatever you say. 
Use me..use us." I 
was nearly crying.
	I felt him enter me; I thought he would split me in half, and then
I felt him push in 
past his head.  He slowly filled me up, and I felt every inch.  The
submission I felt right at 
that moment was unreal; I was nothing at that moment, and he was
everything. As he 
reached the furthest part of me, he commanded:  "Call me Master."
	"Master."  I came instantly, filling my wife's mouth.  She
continued to suck, 
driving me to the brink of insanity.  Five minutes later, or five hours
later..I don't know 
nor do I care...He filled my ass with his hot sperm.  The humiliation I
felt at that moment 
was complete.  
	I was no longer in control.


