

                             The Visitors

                            by QuantumLeap (a former pen name)

                              - Part XI -

The alarm sounded and I opened my eyes to find myself on the bed in our
guestroom. My stomach sickened as I realized that he must still be in 
the house. How could I possibly endure more of his constant humiliation 
and torture?  How many days and nights would I be forced to watch my 
beautiful wife beg to be satisfied, performing act after act of 
unimaginable sexual perversions at his slightest whim? Was this ever 
going to end?

"Would you like some breakfast?" my wife asked from the open door. As 
she stretched, her white cotton shirt climbed up her body, revealing 
most of her freshly shaved genitals. Her lean, tan legs flexed to show 
every chiseled detail as she stood on her toes, hands raised overhead 
in a long, sensuous yawn.

"Is he here?" I asked, fearing the worst. "No, darling," she purred. 
Done with her yawn, she smiled at me invitingly. Her voice was soft and 
intoxicating, causing my cock to warm and swell. Running her tongue 
slowly over her parted lips, she began to unbutton the shirt. My pulse 
quickened as she worked the buttons through the small openings. The 
fourth button finally exposed the sharp curves of her full breasts, the 
fifth the flat plain of her firm belly. Stopping, she brought both 
hands to her breasts, lightly rubbing the nipples through the cloth 
until they hardened under her fingertips. Her left hand traveled slowly 
down her body, stopping on her inner thigh, stroking it with her palm. 
The other hand was now inside the half-opened shirt, cupping and 
squeezing her left breast as her eyes widened.

As I stood to go to her, she closed her eyes, releasing a low moan. The 
shirt slid off her shoulders as two black hands appeared from behind 
her, gracefully moving around her neck and down to the white mounds of 
her exposed breasts. Slithering like ebony snakes, they opened the 
remainder of the buttons and pulled the shirt from her shaking body. 
Agony's face appeared over her shoulder, giving me a cruel smile. Her 
tongue traced the contours of my wife's ear, whispering quiet phrases 
to her as she manipulated her breasts with skilled hands. A black hand 
trailed down the front of her body as she arched backward, forcing her 
swelling mound toward me. A long dark finger pressed against her outer 
labia, parting them, then entering the wet slit easily as the rich 
liquid coated, then lubricated it. Agony gently circled her neck with 
her other hand, tilting my wife's head back to whisper directly in her 
ear. This again arched her body backward, obscenely displaying her 
breasts, belly, and cunt, I supposed for my further humiliation. 
Agony's finger found her waiting clitoris, gliding up and down along 
the length of it while her exquisite voice offered irresistible 
suggestions that urged her toward her climax.

My wife began to whimper, then softly cried out, "Oh, Agony..." as her 
hips gyrated wildly. Her body flexed and twisted as she came, quiet 
moans coming after each of Agony's silent whispers. As she collapsed 
into the amazon's strong arms, Agony's icy stare paralyzed me. For 
several seconds her eyes glowed like hot embers, red and alien. 
Terrified, I quickly looked away. Then, fearful of what I might see, I 
glanced back at her, only to find the beautiful brown face smiling at 
me sweetly.

The passing week made me nervous and jumpy, never knowing what to 
expect from the two women. They acted like sisters much of the time, 
talking and laughing, sometimes touching each other affectionately. 
Often I would come home from work to hear the familiar sounds of their 
lovemaking from our bedroom. They allowed me to watch as my wife 
repeatedly drank the sweet elixir from Agony's flowing vagina. My wife 
would lie for hours, face down between her legs, licking and sucking 
her cunt as Agony watched with amusement or slept.

My wife continued to go out every evening, each night wearing a 
different dangerously revealing outfit. She returned with alarming 
amounts of cum, contained in the slimy condoms he had provided. Agony 
remained with me at night, disgusted with the sticky residue of 
creatures she had no use for. While my wife was out, she would tell me 
how they had satisfied each other that day. She described in intimate 
detail the beauty of each part of my wife's body, dwelling on sickening 
descriptions of her cunt and clit, and how they responded to her touch. 
Sometimes she would undress me, then play with my penis as she watched 
my erection grow. Then she would tell me how pathetic I was, allowing 
others to fuck my wife. She told me over and over how useless my 
shrinking cock was, how it disgusted my wife, and how it would never 
satisfy her again.

By the end of the week, I began to notice increasing changes in my 
wife's appearance. Once 5' 10" tall, she now looked me in the eye at my 
6' height. She had always been athletic, but now her limbs were 
thicker, the well-defined muscle groups flexing as she moved. Her 
breasts were larger and fuller, her ass harder and tighter. When 
excited, her clitoris extended from its hood, a three-inch finger of 
flesh that visibly pulsed and throbbed like a small penis. Everything 
about her once perfect body was becoming larger and a little more 
perfect.

One evening, my wife returned early with five condoms, bulging with cum 
from the men who used her insatiable body only hours before. Agony sat 
with us in our living room, talking sweetly to my wife.
"Did you enjoy yourself this evening, my pet?"
"Yes, Agony."
My wife looked at the floor, not wanting this to go further in front of 
me.
"Oh...don't be shy, my Beauty. He knows you've milked the sperm from 
countless men by now. You enjoy playing with their cocks, filling 
condom after condom with their hot cum for you master, don't you? Tell 
him, Beauty."
Looking up at me, eyes half apology, half confession, she replied, 
"Yes, Agony, I do." 
"Now, my sweet, give this to him. It might make him feel better."

My wife walked to her and retrieved the small capsule. Returning to my 
chair, she offered the drug to me. As I opened my mouth, she pulled 
back.
"No, not there. Please take off your clothes. She wants you naked."
As I removed each piece of clothing, she carried it to Agony, who 
tossed it on a pile where she sat. My wife circled behind me, pushing 
gently on my back to bend me at the waist. I felt her delicate finger 
guide the capsule into my anus as Agony looked on with a sinister grin.

I felt the drug work almost immediately, the warm fullness spreading 
through my abdomen to my swelling cock. Within seconds I was standing 
in the middle of the room, naked, with a rock-hard erection jutting 
from my crotch. It twitched and leaked clear liquid from the opening as 
they watched together from the sofa. 

Agony slowly opened the long zipper down the front of my wife's skin-
tight, red dress she had worn that night. Carefully pulling back both 
sides, she exposed the full length of my wife's devastating new body.
Agony watched my reaction as she stroked my wife's breasts, belly and 
thighs with her long, black fingers. My wife closed her eyes and 
inhaled sharply as she played with her. "How do you like her new look?" 
she asked. I couldn't answer; the rage, lust, and humiliation were 
building together inside me.
"I've been nursing her, preparing her for a sacred event. The nectar I 
allow her to suck from me is changing her body, making her stronger, 
more perfect in every way. So, I repeat, do you like the changes I've 
made?"

I lunged toward her, reaching out to grab her silky throat. I wanted to 
kill her, to break her neck, to rid our lives of this hideous, unending 
torture. I wanted to be free! I wanted my wife back!

Her glowing red eyes met mine just as I reached her. My body froze, 
convulsing as I tried to keep my balance. Pain enveloped me, blinding, 
searing pain that circulated through every cell and nerve. My head 
exploded with her terrifying warning.
"DO NOT ANGER ME! I WILL SUCK THE JELLY FROM YOUR BONES!"
Staggering back to the center of the room, I felt her release me. 
Smiling at me with her elegant face, she repeated her question.
"Do you like the way I've changed this body?"
Panting and beaten, I gave her the answer.
"Yes, Agony, I like her new body."

Her voice suddenly took on a menacing tone.
"How pathetic you are, your jerking little cock unable to find a hole! 
Look at him, Beauty, isn't he a disgusting sight?"
"Yes, Agony."
"This woman will fuck anything but you. She will put any object in this 
world in her steamy little pussy except your puny piece of meat! Now, 
come over here, we want to amuse ourselves."

My body shaking, my mind numb, I went to stand before them. My 
throbbing penis seemed to be the only part of me unaffected by the 
damage she had inflicted. Agony grasped my organ at the base, teasing 
and rubbing the bursting head with her free hand. I came almost 
immediately, spewing a stream of cum into my wife's waiting hands. She 
cupped them in front of my cock, collecting the semen as it gushed from 
me.

When I finished, Agony looked at my wife, directing her with her 
soothing voice.
"Feed him, my pet."
My wife scooped globs of the sticky fluid onto her finger and placed it 
in my gasping mouth. I choked and gagged as she continued to feed me 
until every drop was gone. Agony's red eyes glowed brightly at me, a 
warning to cooperate or face more of the excruciating punishment.

Afterwards, I watched as they stripped each other, then licked and 
sucked each other to moaning, screaming orgasms. My wife remained 
between Agony's legs, sucking her juices like a nursing child. Agony 
stared at my helpless form with a satisfied smile, softly stroking my 
wife with her soothing words.
"Ahh, so sweet, so luscious. Drink from me, my Beauty. Agony is here. 
Are you mine, my love?"
The only response was a muffled moan from between her strong, black 
thighs.





                              - Part XII -


The week passed slowly. My days were preoccupied with what the hungry
amazon was doing to my willing wife. My nights were spent with Agony,
suffering her torture and humiliation while my wife roamed the city,
feverishly milking cum from strange men.

I arrived home late Friday evening, apprehensive about the upcoming 
weekend. As I approached the bathroom, I heard Agony's seductive voice.
They were in the shower together, the door left open so I could watch.
Agony soaped my wife's breasts and belly, her hands gliding over the
wet slippery skin. My wife's nipples were swollen and hard, her
breathing heavy as her abdomen sucked in and out. Agony's hand found
its way to the widening cleft between her legs, her middle finger
entering her easily. My wife's mouth immediately opened to her,
their tongues wrestling, exploring each other as they kissed. They
clung to each other, their wet, slick bodies joined as one, oblivious
to the steamy shower that pelted their faces and closed eyes.

Agony continued to wash her, then toweled her wet body, stopping
repeatedly for probing kisses as she dried her silky, dark hair. My
wife's body had become more like hers every day. Her calves and thighs
bulged with thick ropes of muscle. Her long, v-shaped torso proudly
displayed her incredible jutting breasts, enlarged by the nectar she
drank from between Agony's legs. Discarding the towel, they held each
other, breast to breast, black skin against white, the two perfect
bodies forming a breathtakingly erotic living sculpture.

I returned to the living room for a double scotch. I had seen what
Agony had wanted me to see. Revulsion and guilt tortured me as I
replayed the erotic scene in my mind, sickened and confused by my
arousal. The demons had carved my mind in two; one piece repulsed by my
wife's betrayal and insatiable lust for anyone but me, the other 
somehow excited by her bold sensuality and formidable body. This 
internal conflict compounded the torture of the events surrounding me,
as I felt my mental faculties slipping away.

They soon entered the room, dressed in long, black, hooded robes that
fastened at the neck. The robes opened in the front as they walked, 
revealing their hard, naked bodies underneath. Agony tossed a robe at
me.

"Strip and put this on. We're taking you along tonight."
I began to undress, dreading the night ahead.
"Come on, we don't have all night!"
Her red, glowing eyes watched me as I hurriedly removed the rest of my 
clothes and secured the heavy black robe around me.

"Now fill this with Beauty's cum collection."
I took the black velvet bag to the bedroom and filled it with the 
twenty-five condoms, bulging with cum.
Turning to my wife, she purred, "Here, my Beauty. Enjoy my little 
gifts, my pet." She opened her hand, offering my wife the small mound 
of familiar capsules. Surprised by the handful of drugs, she responded,
"But Agony, you don't have to. I'll do anything for you. I'm wet at the
thought of your touch. I'm yours, and his, completely."
"Take them, Beauty. You will thank me later tonight."
She gulped the pills, one at a time, eager to please.

They led me to the garage where the familiar black limousine waited. He 
was inside, of course, his huge presence half-filling the long leather 
seat. I sat opposite him, as my wife took her place between Agony and 
the monster. He immediately took her glowing face in his large hands 
and placed his mouth over hers. Moaning softly, she gently stroked his 
erection through the huge black robe. The drugs began to work as she 
opened her robe to him, exposing her swelling cunt. She collapsed back 
onto the leather seat, breathing heavily as he toyed with her waiting 
body through the front of her open robe. "Have you missed me, my wife?" 
he asked.
"Oh, yes, my husband. I need you so badly. I want you inside me,   
please!"
"In time, my dear. Did you bring me a gift?"
I handed him the velvet bag. Taking it, he grinned at me, remarking to 
my wife, "Good, you've made him keeper of your cum!" "Yes, my husband," 
she answered.
"How much cum did you bring me?" he asked, looking at me.
"Twenty five condoms," I answered hesitantly.
"Ahh! And were they all from different men, my dear?"
"Yes, my husband."
"How does it make you feel, knowing this sweet young body drained the 
cum from twenty five total strangers this week?"
His abuse sickened and scared me in equal amounts. I couldn't answer.
He glared at me as Agony reached under my robe and found my scrotum, 
squeezing it with her strong black fingers. The pain was immediate and 
intense, causing me to scream as she rolled and twisted my balls.
"Does it excite you to think of her sucking and fucking twenty five 
strange men in one week, just to bring their cum back to me?"
"Aaahh!   Yes!   OK!   Yes, it excites me!   Please stop! PLEASE!"
Agony released me while she and the monster chuckled at my response. My
wife looked on, dazed, continuing to grope for his cock under the robe.

Agony sat with her robe open, smiling at me. She lowered her right hand
to her moist slit, inserting a long index finger inside, rubbing 
herself. The sweet odor began to fill the car, as she brought a glob of
the thick, sticky nectar to my wife's lips. My wife licked and sucked 
her finger as she teased her with the small sample.
"You've made Agony very excited, my dear. Why don't you lick her until
she comes for us."
Eager to ingest more of Agony's intoxicating juices, she went to her
knees, burying her face in the amazon's secretions. She lapped her
flowing vagina for the remainder of the ride as Agony's sweet voice
urged her on, moaning and stroking my wife's silky hair every time her
practiced tongue brought Agony to another crashing orgasm.

Finally the car came to a slow stop. Agony opened the door, ushering
all of us into the darkness. The car circled us and headed off into the
night, leaving us alone in the quiet stillness. The brightness of the
sudden flame made us squint as Agony lit the torch brought for our
journey. She led us through a small clearing in the dense woods. We
followed her light along a narrow path winding through the darkness,
our footsteps the only sound in the eerie silence around us. We walked
for what seemed like hours. The cold night air chilled our nude
bodies when the heavy robes opened as we paraded along the path in 
single file. Eventually, the trees and brush closed in on us, making 
the walk more difficult. I began to shiver from the cold. I tried in 
vain to hold the robe closed while ducking under tree limbs and pushing 
the dense brush aside. Tired and cold, we trudged on through the 
blackness, heading for a destination that would only bring more pain 
and humiliation to my exhausted body.

The narrowing path finally emptied into a large clearing. Ahead was a 
stone building, half embedded in the steep hill at the far edge of the 
rocky meadow. As we came closer, I could see that it was an ancient 
church of some unknown denomination. The blue glow from the full moon 
overhead played tricks with its appearance. The large arched door and 
dark windows on either side gave the structure the appearance of a 
grotesque face, its dark eyes warning all who entered.

The heavy wooden door creaked as the monster pushed it open. The rumble 
of distant thunder and a sudden cold wind announced our arrival as the 
entrance swallowed us. The interior was surprisingly immense, the 
greater part having been carved out of the earth behind the ancient 
facade. Row after row of simple stone benches were arranged in semi-
circles about the ornate wooden altar at the far end of the room. Over 
head, giant wooden arches followed the contour of the vast dome that 
stretched into the darkness, fifty feet above us.

A sudden flash of lightening illuminated the wall beyond the altar, 
revealing a huge likeness of the monster that walked ahead of us. The 
thirty-foot painting displayed him in all his majesty. Naked, with arms 
outstretched, the cruel face looked down on us with glowing red eyes. 
For an instant, as the lightening flickered, I saw the face change to 
that of the hideous demon that Agony had allowed me to witness as she 
tortured me. The eyes of the terrifying image seemed to follow us as we 
climbed the stone steps to the altar.

Crossing the expanse of the wide pulpit, we descended a second set of 
steps behind the altar, not visible from the main chamber. Directly 
below the figure's parted legs was an open archway which we then 
entered. Looking up at the monstrous painting, I noticed the immense 
erection that jutted obscenely in front of his towering form. To either 
side of the arch were lifelike images of his adoring slaves, the sleek, 
naked bodies reaching up to him with insatiable lust.

Agony led us down the wide tunnel, her dying torch creating flickering 
shadows on the ancient stone walls. As we continued down the sloping 
corridor, we passed many smaller tunnels branching off at random 
intervals. I guessed we were now underground, entering a complex maze 
of catacombs. She led us into one of the smaller tunnels to the right, 
then proceeded to weave her way through a series of left and right 
turns.

As we made our way under the damp, low canopy, the torch finally died, 
leaving us in darkness. We pushed on, feeling our way along the cold, 
mossy walls of the tunnel. Ahead in the distance, a faint glow guided 
us toward our destination. Arriving at the lighted opening of the 
passageway, Agony turned to the left and disappeared, followed by my 
panting wife. As I stepped through the small opening, vertigo welded my 
feet in place. I was standing on a four by four-foot platform 
overlooking a mammoth circular shaft, a hundred feet wide and at least 
twice as deep. To my left, a narrow stairway began its spiral down the 
side of the pit. The monster appeared behind me, turning me and pushing 
me onto the first step. I clung to the smooth stone wall as I slowly 
followed the others, too terrified to glance over the edge into the 
depths below.

After several minutes I cautiously peered over the edge to the floor, 
still thirty feet below us. Burning torches surrounded the scene, 
attached to the walls at regular intervals. Many small, arched, 
doorways dotted the perimeter of the room. Hundreds of lighted candles 
covered the floor except for a few paths where thirty or forty hooded 
figures paced and chanted quietly. In the center of the pit was a 
raised, circular stage, ten feet in diameter. Resting on the stage was 
an ornate couch. The thickly pleated, bright red padding sat atop a 
frame of gold, made of a complex pattern of twisted bodies and strange 
symbols. The brilliant red and gold created a striking contrast to the 
bare stone walls and floor, glistening in the flickering candlelight.

I felt his massive hand grab me when we reached another small platform, 
still ten feet from the floor of the room. Shoving me back against the 
cold stone, he fastened my hands above me, using the leather straps 
tied to a heavy iron ring embedded in the wall. Agony and my wife 
continued down to the bottom of the chamber. The robed figures parted 
reverently as they passed, watching them disappear into one of the 
darkened portals on the far wall.

I gasped as the monster reached for my throat. He grasped the collar of 
my robe and tore it open, pulling the heavy garment from my shaking 
body. He ran his gaze over me as I hung, naked and terrified before his 
massive frame. Curling his lips in disgust, his red, glowing eyes met 
mine as his words exploded in my head.
"THE HORROR YOU WILL WITNESS WILL BE UNLIKE ANYTHING YOU COULD IMAGINE. 
BE SILENT, OR I WILL CRUSH YOUR FEEBLE BODY ONE BONE AT A TIME."
I was shaken and sickened by his invasion. He glared at me one more 
time, then proceeded down the stairs, entering a nearby opening in the 
curved wall.

Time passed slowly as I tried not to think about the obscenities I 
would soon be forced to watch. The hooded figures below me continued to 
circle and chant. Finally one of the faceless creatures began to 
extinguish the torches, one by one, as he circled the chamber. Soon the 
mass of candles provided the only light in the deep pit.

The chanting grew suddenly louder as I watched Agony lead my wife to 
the shining couch at the center of the room. She walked behind 
Agony's robed outline, breathing heavily, eyes showing the desperate 
heat she had endured for hours. She was naked, her body shining in the 
warm candlelight. Her skin was slick with oil, showing every sharp 
detail of her newly developed physique. Her hair was tied back in a 
short ponytail and oiled heavily, emphasizing the delicate lines of her 
classic face. Her firm breasts and hard nipples jutted forward, seeming 
to defy gravity as the bounced only slightly as she walked. The open 
gash between her legs was a pool of liquid, reflecting the candlelight 
onto her thick, twitching clitoris that moved in time with her 
quickened pulse.

As my wife reclined on the deeply padded couch, Agony trailed her long, 
black fingers over her breasts and belly. She flexed her sculptured 
legs and stretched sensuously, grateful for the amazon's attention. Her 
legs parted and I saw her buttocks clench as her hips slowly rose and 
fell, tying to find relief from the drugs' maddening heat. Agony looked 
down at her, smiling proudly, then stood aside as the monster appeared 
beside her.

Leaning over her, he covered her open mouth with his. Stroking her face 
and neck, he probed her with his thick tongue, feeling her respond as 
she sucked it greedily. He then stood and went to the foot of the 
couch, kneeling between her open legs. Lowering his face to her flowing 
cunt, he took the three inches of pulsing clitoris into his mouth, 
closing his firm lips around the base. Slowly, he pulled back, milking 
it until the sensitive end felt his tongue's final lick as it left his 
mouth. She moaned openly, her head rolling from side to side, enveloped 
in the incredible pleasure she received from him. He licked her 
forcefully just above her swollen mound, wetting her entire lower 
abdomen. Then, with one long continuous motion, he moved his warm, wet 
tongue up over her belly, between her mountainous breasts, to her neck 
and face, again invading her mouth as she ran her hands over his broad 
back.

Retreating to the end of the couch, he stood over her, his eyes asking 
the question he knew she wanted to hear. "Please fuck me," she begged. 
"Fill me with your cum, my husband. I want your giant cock inside me. 
Please, please, fuck me!"
Removing his robe, he again climbed between her legs, his huge erection 
on display for her. She moaned again, grasping it with both hands, 
pulling it to her waiting hole. His fantastic body towered over her as 
he slowly filled her with his thickly veined shaft. She looked up at 
him, smiling, encouraging him to put every inch inside her.

Just as the bulbous head of his penis nudged and prodded her cervix, 
Agony straddled her face, holding her dripping vagina over my wife's 
waiting mouth. Thick globs of Agony's honey-like secretions fell onto 
her face, finally finding her open mouth as she tried to catch every 
drop. Agony carefully lowered herself onto her lapping tongue, smiling 
at the monster with satisfaction. My wife writhed and moaned under them 
as she was impaled by his surging cock, feeding hungrily on the 
intoxicating nectar from between Agony's legs.

Agony and the monster embraced over her, their mouths locked in a 
brutal kiss. Suddenly their forms lost focus, then returned as two 
hideous demons. They snarled and hissed at each other as their long, 
snakelike tongues extended toward each other, flicking and exploring 
their squat, deformed bodies. Vile smelling liquids oozed from open 
crevices in their heavily wrinkled skin. Writhing, worm-like masses 
moved under the covering of their huge, menacing skulls, their red, 
glowing eyes shining in the dim light. I couldn't tell if my wife was 
too far gone to notice, or whether she didn't see the same grisly 
apparitions, but she continued to thrash and moan under them as they 
used her.

The chanting became unbearable as they lashed at each other over my 
helpless wife's hungry body. My head ached and my naked body shook 
violently from the penetrating cold. As I looked into the crowd of 
robed figures, I noticed two red glowing eyes deep within every hood. 
The room was filled with these creatures! Their chants turned to 
guttural, animal-like sounds as they became restless, crowding the 
stage where my wife was being ravished by the savage demons.

Paralyzed by the scene below, I failed to notice the two creatures now 
sharing my small landing. Too terrified to move, I watched them arrive 
at my side, their glowing eyes fixed on me. As if on cue, four long, 
bony hands reached for me. I cried out as one of the creatures pulled 
and twisted my genitals, trying to insert a clawed finger into the end 
of my penis. The other explored my anus with the full eight inches of 
its longest finger while extending several fingers of its other hand 
into my throat as I tried to scream. They probed and violated me, 
pinning me to the cold stone wall where I was tied. Then, they stopped 
as suddenly as they had started, heading back down the narrow steps.

I heard the room grow quiet. Agony and the monster now stood beside the 
ornate couch, returned to their human forms. My wife's moaning was the 
only sound in the vast chamber as the massive dose of drugs continued 
to increase in her beautiful, desperate body. 

A large tray was carried to the front of the stage by one of the hooded 
demons. A tall, glass goblet filled with thick, white liquid rose from 
the center of the tray. Beside it was a pile of empty condoms, the 
contents now emptied into the glittering goblet. Agony retrieved 
another object from the tray and returned to the foot of the couch, 
where she waited patiently. It appeared to be a large, ivory phallus, 
three inches wide and a foot long. The hollow shaft was intricately 
carved with decorative symbols and designs. The huge head narrowed to a 
small tube, projecting two inches beyond the end of the evil looking 
instrument.

Two of the hooded creatures appeared on the stage, taking positions to 
either side of my delirious wife. Each of them grasped one of her 
ankles and raised her legs up, then back over her shaking body, holding 
her firmly in the awkward position. As they pulled her legs back and 
apart, now in the air over her shoulders, her engorged, sopping 
genitals were obscenely exposed for all to witness. A quiet murmur of 
appreciation passed through the crowd as they watched her cunt throb, 
spilling a trickle of liquid down the crack of her ass to the red 
velvet under her.

Agony stood between her legs and began to insert the ivory dildo into 
the swollen, slippery opening. She continued slowly until only a few 
inches remained exposed. She stroked her clitoris lightly as she began 
to rotate the shaft inside her. As she gently pushed and turned, she 
finally felt the narrow tube at the far end slip through the opening in 
her cervix and enter her womb. She continued to apply pressure until 
two more inches of the cold, hard device disappeared inside her.

Agony then lifted the goblet from the tray and delivered it the 
monster. He held the container over his head, looking over the chanting 
crowd. His massive body towered over them as he joined the chanting. He 
then lowered the goblet and took his place before my wife's exposed 
cunt. Kneeling on the edge of the couch, he slowly poured the contents 
of the glass into the hollow phallus. The thick, sticky liquid filled 
nearly half the phallus, then slowly drained through the small tube, 
filling her uterus. Agony removed the ivory shaft and the two demons 
returned my wife's legs to the soft couch.

Leaning over her, he placed one hand on her belly, the other on her 
stiff clitoris. He milked and rolled the throbbing finger of flesh as 
his other hand gently circled her abdomen. She moaned and thrashed, 
begging him to satisfy her, to fill her with his giant cock. She began 
to orgasm, screaming loudly from an intensity she had never known. He 
pressed with his huge hand, holding her down as his eyes exploded with 
a brilliant red glow.

The semen inside her began to surge and expand, lashing painfully at 
the walls of her womb. The genetic code in the long dead sperm was 
ripped apart, then reassembled into millions of relentless predators, 
quickly crossing the short distance to her newly released egg. The 
helpless cell was soon bathed in a sea of the alien foe. Fertilized 
instantly by hundreds of the attackers, it began to grow at an alarming 
rate.

His hand remained on her belly as she recovered from the exhausting 
orgasm, her limp body covered with sweat. Slowly her stomach began to 
swell under his hand. Small, sharp lumps appeared, then vanished, as 
her abdomen grew larger by the minute. She looked down between her 
large, hard breasts in horror as she felt the new life moving within 
her.

She began to panic as the skin over her stomach was stretched to its 
limit. She now appeared to be at full term, her bloated midsection 
spasming as the terrible contractions hit her. Her long, horrible 
screams echoed through the chamber as the anxious creatures pushed 
closer to the center of the room. Agony lowered her mouth to my wife's 
ear, whispering softly in her addictively soothing voice. After she 
calmed her, I saw their mouths meet, sucking lasciviously at each other 
as the intense contractions continued.

A sharp jet of blood erupted from between my wife's legs, followed by a 
river of red flowing onto the couch beneath her. With each new 
contraction, globs of thick, greenish-yellow liquid rolled from her 
widening vagina. Her abdomen bulged and spasmed, its contents trying to 
escape. Her sudden piercing scream filled the pit as it pushed aside 
her large, swollen labia and burst from her body.

The monster lifted it from the pool of blood and slime, cradling it in 
his arms as he presented it to the audience. My wife lay in shock, her 
exhausted body quivering, her eyes staring wildly into the darkness 
above her. The thing he held more closely resembled a large slug than a 
child. It wiggled slightly as he caressed it, making strange clicking 
sounds from the ragged opening at one end. Rows of needle-like teeth 
ringed the opening, the two tiny eyes glowing like hot embers.

He held the writhing thing in his outstretched arms as he spoke.
"A new life is born to our sacred family. Welcome him, and celebrate 
this birth."
Applause and cheers rose from the assembly of demons below him. Several 
robed figures took the newborn monstrosity from him and disappeared 
into one of the passageways at the edge of the chamber. Agony helped my 
wife to her feet, half-carrying her off the stage and into the same 
dark tunnel.

The celebration began as ten young girls were led into the room from 
one of the dark openings in the far wall. They appeared to range in age 
from fifteen to twenty years old, all naked, all under the influence of 
his powerful drugs. Fear and confusion was in their eyes, despite their 
hardened nipples and swollen, wet genitals. They were led through the 
crowd, given at random to small groups of the demons as they snarled 
excitedly. I watched, horrified, as the helpless girls were molested 
and tortured by the sadistic creatures. A few had been dragged to the 
stage where they were brutally raped and sodomized by a waiting line of 
demons. The young women's cries and screams filled the large pit as the 
creatures' frenzy escalated.

The girls' screams grew more horrible as the stone floor began to turn 
a deep red. As I looked closer, I realized that the floor was pooled 
with the fresh blood. The sexual brutality was not enough for the 
agitated creatures. They released their fury by slashing and tearing at 
their helpless victims with powerful limbs and sharp claws. Directly 
below me, three demons ripped open the flat belly of a screaming 
teenage girl, tearing the bloody tangle of organs from her now lifeless 
body. 

The rampage lasted for hours. Wild growls and hisses gradually replaced 
the terrified cries as the young girls were slaughtered. Blood and body 
parts filled the hideous arena below me. My teeth chattered from the 
bone-chilling cold in the vast, stone chamber.

Suddenly he appeared before me, his huge body covered with blood and 
fragments of human flesh. He grinned at me as I struggled to remain 
standing, overwhelmed by terror and the brutal cold. He entered my 
mind, this time not with words, but with pure sensation. My head 
exploded with pure terror, revulsion, and humiliation. He probed again, 
deeper and more violently. My legs collapsed under me and I cried out 
as the second blow stabbed at my brain.

Two sets of glowing eyes appeared beside him. "Take him!" he ordered. I 
began to lose consciousness as blinding fear and panic overwhelmed me. 
I felt their sharp claws explore my shaking, naked body as I escaped 
into a black sleep.





                             - Part XIII -


I slowly regained consciousness, first sensing the jostling movement, 
then the encroaching damp and chilling cold. I was being dragged along 
a dark, narrow passageway by two of the creatures. I looked down at my 
shaking body to find it smeared with drying blood and small fragments 
of flesh from the chamber floor. Horrifying groans and screams 
assaulted me as I was carried past the black mouths of endless 
branching tunnels.

With each turn, the tunnel grew narrower. We continued until the 
three-foot passage ended at a small metal door. Unbolting it, they 
heaved me inside and closed it with a loud clang. I looked up from the 
cold, stone floor to find myself in a twelve by twelve-foot cell. The 
wall ahead of me was made of vertical and horizontal iron bars, 
allowing a view into the large room beyond. In one corner of my cell, a
constant stream of water fell from an opening in the high ceiling to a
small hole in the stone floor. Weak and dehydrated, I drank from the
small waterfall, finding it cold and refreshing. It splashed over my
body, washing the blood and bits of flesh into the opening below.

Now clean and no longer thirsty, I shivered from the chill of the cold 
water. Feeling some warmth entering from the adjoining room, I walked 
to the closely spaced bars and looked through them into the huge 
chamber. The room was as luxurious as mine was barren. Large tapestries 
covered the walls depicting savage acts of sexual brutality, reminding 
me of the scene I had witnessed only hours ago. Thick scarlet 
carpets stretched as far as I could see. The furnishings were mostly 
gold with black leather trim or padding. The huge bed, thirty feet 
away, was illuminated by flickering candles perched atop immense stone 
candelabra rising from the floor near each side of the thickly padded 
mattress. I reclined on the hard floor against the bars, allowing the 
warmth to wash over me. Gazing longingly at the soft, warm carpet, 
inches from my tired eyes, I soon drifted into a much-needed sleep.

I opened my eyes after hours of restful sleep, hearing noises from the 
glowing room beyond my prison. I stood and looked through the rusty 
bars. As I watched from my position at the foot of the bed, I saw the 
slim, arching back of my beautiful wife as she rode the powerful hips
of her master. Her black hair fell over her face as she sweated and
panted over him. The flared fullness of her round, firm buttocks rose
slowly, exposing inch after inch of his hard pulsing shaft as it left
her. The swollen, inner labia were stretched around his cock, spreading
obscenely as she pulled the sensitive tissue over the length of his
hard meat. Keeping the throbbing head inside her, she began to take him
back inside her, slowly lowering herself, filling her wet cunt with his
entire length. She milked him slowly, again and again, the heavy
muscles of her ass clenched as the tightened walls of her vagina sucked
at the head of his cock. 

Soon she released his cock and turned to face me, lowering her wet 
crotch over his waiting mouth. His large hands circled her waist, 
pulling her pussy down to his thick tongue. She looked directly at me 
through the bars as he licked her. Her eyes closed slowly as the first 
long moan escaped her. The light of the many candles cast a warm glow 
on her face and breasts as she allowed his tongue to enter her. Eyes 
closed and lips parted, she continued to moan as she enjoyed his 
skilled probing.

Reaching below her, she raised his erect, wet penis from his belly and 
lowered her mouth to the seeping head. Greedily sucking it into her 
mouth, she allowed the length of it into her throat. Then, withdrawing 
it, she sucked and licked the purple head as it flowed with his juices. 
I watched in amazement as she continued to take the entire ten-inch 
organ into her throat, sometimes working her head from side to side as 
her chin lay buried in his coarse pubic hair. Moaning louder as he 
mouthed her drenched cunt, she took one of his pulsing testicles into 
her mouth. She rolled and washed it with her tongue as she ran her 
fingers over the slimy head of his bursting cock. Repeatedly sucking 
each of his large balls into her mouth, she continued to circle the 
head of his penis with her wet, slippery fingers, probing its gaping 
eye as she moved over it. Her soft, black hair fell onto his thighs and 
genitals as she worked, adding wisps of fleeting sensation to the 
wealth of pleasures she provided him.

Finally, he reached for her, turning her around to face him. She 
skillfully impaled herself on his cock, sinking to the base with one 
quick thrust. Taking her by the hair, he pulled her mouth to his, 
invading her again with his probing tongue. They clutched at each other 
as he filled her again and again with his rigid cock. Her hands ran 
over his face and chest, finally finding his muscular ass. Her fingers 
dug into him as she tried to fill her cunt with as much of him as
possible.

Their bodies tensed and froze for an instant, then moved faster as my 
wife let out a sharp cry. The milky froth of his cum spilled out of her 
with each thrust as they orgasmed together, writhing and moaning as a 
single mass of heated flesh. Their climax lasted for several minutes, 
as though each tried to extract every last bit of pleasure from the 
other's perfectly developed body.

She finally collapsed on top of him as they both took time to catch 
their breath. Out of the ensuing stillness I heard her soft, sexy voice 
as she lay wet and naked against his still-erect penis.
"My love,...my husband,...fuck me again."

The sounds of their lovemaking continued endlessly over the next few 
days. I was sickened as I heard my wife beg him for an unimaginable 
variety of sexual acts she would have never have dreamed of performing 
with me. The pain was nearly unbearable as I listened to her tease and 
encourage him, then moan and scream as he used her beautiful body, 
igniting new desires with every stroke and caress.

Three times a day a large portion of an oatmeal-like substance was 
pushed through a narrow opening at the bottom of the rusty door at the 
back of my cell. It tasted better than it looked, the sweet, spicy 
flavor having only a hint of a foreign, metallic bitterness. I began to 
look forward to the offerings, feeling my strength and energy return as 
the days passed. At night I slept against the heavy bars between my 
cell and his quarters, warming my naked body with the heat that drifted
through the wall of woven iron.

After two days of my new diet, I noticed my testicles had become 
slightly swollen and tender. In another two days, my penis and 
testicles had grown to twice their normal size. Each time I woke from 
my deep sleep, I was shocked by the continued growth of my genitals. My 
scrotum was now the size of a grapefruit, so large that I had to hold 
it up in front of me as I walked, or have my balls crushed between my 
legs as my thighs met. My penis was now twelve inches long in its 
flaccid state, flopping against my legs as I walked.

Several more days had passed when I heard the bolt open and the metal 
door creak on its rusty hinges. My wife entered, breathtakingly 
beautiful in a heavily embroidered white robe. It concealed all of her, 
except for her upturned breasts that jutted from strategic openings in 
the front of the magnificent gown. Her dark, hardened nipples revealed 
her constant state of arousal as she approached me with the small 
leather harness.

"Please let me put you into this," she said quietly. "I promise they 
won't harm you." She knelt in front of me, quickly attaching the straps 
around my scrotum and penis. Taking the end of the four-foot leash, she 
led me through the small door and along a maze of twisting, damp 
tunnels.

We finally arrived at another rusty door at the end of a long 
passageway. She knocked twice and the door opened from inside, 
revealing Agony's tall, muscular form. As we stepped inside, I squinted 
from the bright light. The room was completely white and featureless, 
the smooth walls and tile floor gleaming from the brilliant light 
overhead. Near the center of the room stood a padded table surrounded 
by stainless steel machines and instruments, resembling a modern 
hospital's operating room. Agony took my leash and tugged firmly, 
leading me to the table.

As my wife closed and locked the only exit, Agony removed my harness.
"Lie down, please. This won't hurt a bit," she purred. I climbed onto 
the thick padding, lying facedown on the table. Agony and my wife
fastened wide straps over my arms and legs, securing me tightly against
the surface. My mind raced in terror as I tried to imagine what
torture they had devised.

A large opening in the table allowed my genitals to hang freely through 
the soft padding. I heard a soft whirring as the platform began to rise 
several feet, stopping at Agony's broad shoulders. She worked under me, 
attaching a series of thin wires from one of the machines to my 
enlarged scrotum, while my wife slowly eased a long, slender probe into 
my anus. I felt the sting of the flexible catheter as Agony inserted it 
through the opening and guided it deep into my pendulous cock.

Retreating to the controls, they chatted quietly as the equipment came 
to life. A surge of sensation hit me as I felt the sharp stimulation of 
the probe deep within my bowel. My balls began to pulse and throb as I 
felt my erection spring to full tumescence. Building in an instant, the 
orgasm hit me with a crushing force. My body shook and spasmed, 
rattling the heavy table with my thrashing. I moaned uncontrollably as 
the intense waves of pleasure washed over me. Another quiet humming 
began as I felt the cum being sucked from me as I ejaculated. The 
induced orgasm continued, the machine sucking harder inside me, 
draining me of every last drop of semen. 

As I convulsed under the machine's merciless grip, I watched my wife 
and the heavily muscled amazon embrace, their tongues meeting and 
twisting in the space between them until their mouths met. My wife 
explored Agony's hard buttocks and strong back as the black giant 
stroked and rolled her exposed breasts and nipples. Agony's large thigh 
slipped between my wife's legs, their bellies rubbing and grinding as 
they clung to each other. I closed my eyes, shutting out the bright 
lights and my wife's uncontrollable attraction for the disguised demon.

When the instruments could no longer suck more cum from my shaking 
body, they shut them off and released me from the table. My wife 
reattached the harness while Agony eyed my enlarged genitals 
approvingly.
"Oh, what an incredible set of balls you've grown! They're just what
we need to harvest large amounts of sperm to spawn more of our 
kind. It's too bad you'll never get to use that huge, ugly cock. Isn't 
it disgusting, my Beauty?"
"Yes, Agony," answered my wife, staring at my snake-like dick as it 
hung limply over my bulging scrotum. My wife remained silent as she led 
me back to my cell, locking me inside.

Over the next week I was taken to the room daily to be milked. My wife 
began to stare at my growing penis more frequently as it grew larger 
and larger, always returning me to my prison in silence.

One day, just as we arrived at the heavy door at the end of the long, 
dark tunnel leading to my cell, she turned to face me. Looking into 
my eyes for a long time, she lowered her gaze to my immense cock, now 
over fourteen inches long. She glanced past me into the darkness, then 
returned her eyes to mine. "Shhhh...," she whispered. "Please, I need 
this." She lifted my long, heavy organ with both hands, excited by its 
weight. The pupils of her wide, blue eyes dilated as she stroked and 
kneaded my penis with her skillful fingers. I felt it flush and fill 
with blood, swelling to gigantic proportions. She released a quiet, 
"Mmmmm..." as she saw it expand to its final grotesque dimensions. 
Unbuttoning her robe and discarding it, she fell back against the cold, 
stone wall, pulling my cock to her dripping crotch.
"Please fuck me. Oh, please, please put it inside me."
Pulling me close to her, she inserted the head between her slick labia, 
then into her waiting vagina. She licked and sucked my neck as I buried 
the huge shaft inside her. Her heat surrounded my cock immediately, the 
muscles inside her grasping me like a powerful fist. "Oh, God... oh, 
God," she gasped repeatedly as I filled her again and again, shoving 
her against the hard stone wall.

Suddenly, searing pain shot through my shoulders as his powerful hands 
grabbed me and hurled me against the iron door. The monster's red eyes 
glowed at us from the darkness. He glared at my wife as she fell to the 
floor, whimpering with fear. His rage spilled into our minds, making 
the physical pain I felt seem insignificant.
"SO THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME! I'VE MADE YOU A QUEEN! I'VE GIVEN YOU 
ECSTASY UNKNOWN TO ANY MORTAL! I ALLOWED YOU TO BEAR MY OFFSPRING! NOW 
I FIND YOU FUCKING THIS PATHETIC GRUB!"
He grabbed her by the hair, lifting her painfully to eye level. 
Terrified, she squirmed and twisted as he held her with an outstretched 
arm, her body dangling like a helpless toy. Bringing her face to within 
an inch of his, he spat the words at her.
"If you want this puny thing so badly, I will strip you of the gifts I
have so generously given. You will share his suffering tenfold when I 
return you to the mortal world!"

Taking both of us by the neck, he guided us along an ancient passageway 
we had not yet walked. The stone floor turned to a rocky path as we 
descended into a deep cavern. Huge rock formations stretched from the 
floor into the darkness above us. We passed from chamber to chamber, 
each growing darker as we plunged into the depths of the cave.

Just as the darkness closed in on us, blinding us completely as we felt
our way along the rock walls, we entered a smaller room lit by the 
green glow from a large pool of water in the center of the rocky 
cavity. The eerie luminescence spilled into the immediate area around 
the glass-like surface, leaving the high ceiling and ragged walls in 
shades of black and gray.

He gave me a shove and I landed hard in some rubble by the far wall.
The red of the monster's eyes moved through the dim light as he dragged 
my terrified wife to the edge of the shining pool. The quiet water 
began to ripple, then roll, as something large and powerful moved below 
the surface.

Suddenly a squirming mass of gray, translucent tentacles appeared, 
replacing the churning liquid with a writhing bed of the alien 
appendages. Slowly several tendrils climbed over the edge of the pool 
and slithered toward her. His huge hands gripped her arms tightly as 
she felt the soft tips of the tentacles explore and probe her flesh. 
Several of the larger tentacles spiraled around her arms and legs, 
allowing the monster to release his grip. They lifted her twisting body 
into the air, stretching her arms and legs, while other more delicate 
tips with tiny open mouths found their way into her pussy and anus. She 
began to scream as they pushed deeply into her, sucking at the 
sensitive tissues inside, drinking and removing the gifts he had given 
her. She screamed louder as she was pulled into the wormy nest, the 
slimy tentacles covering her firm flesh. Her screams died suddenly as a 
wiggling finger entered her mouth and worked its way into her throat.

Her body disappeared into the tangled bed as it writhed and turned. 
Occasionally portions of her struggling body were exposed at the 
surface; a breast, a thigh, a clutching hand, always pulled under 
within seconds as it fed on her juices.

I watched the horrific spectacle from across the chamber. Hate for the 
demon overwhelmed me. I saw him smile while he watched the thing devour 
my wife. I was sure he was waiting for her to die. 

"Please, please let her live! Oh, God, don't let it kill her! I'll do 
anything, just don't let her die!"
He turned to me as I begged, laughing at my desperation.
"Stop your pathetic whining! How dare you assume that you have any 
influence over your worthless lives! She can still provide much 
pleasure and amusement to us, and your resulting humiliation doubles 
our enjoyment. I'll kill you both when you are no longer useful to me. 
Keep this in mind as you both satisfy our thirst for your pain."

The pool suddenly quieted, tentacles receding, as my wife's body 
floated to the calm surface. After catching her breath, she pulled 
her exhausted body out and over the edge, collapsing wet and naked on 
the stone floor.

He stood over her, ordering her to get up. She stood slowly, choking 
and sobbing as the slime dripped from her shaking belly and legs. She 
trembled as he took her face in his hands, looking into her teary eyes.
"What's wrong, my wife? Don't you crave my throbbing cock anymore?" he 
teased. "Please, don't...," she begged, shuddering with fear. He turned 
her back to him, then released her.

"Bend over, my dear, spread your legs for me."
She sobbed louder, afraid to move. "Please, don't make me do this," she 
pleaded. We both felt his familiar intrusion, exploding in our brains.
"OBEY ME IN ALL THINGS! I WILL CRUSH YOU BOTH!"
She moved her feet apart and bent over, resting her hands on her slim 
thighs.

"Beg me to fuck you."
"Oh God, please, no, don't do this, PLEASE!" she wailed.
"If you won't, maybe your pathetic husband will," he replied.
The blinding pain hit me, throbbing, bursting from within my head, 
building behind my eyes until it threatened to push them from their 
sockets. The rhythmic pounding continued relentlessly.
"SAY IT. TELL ME. NOW! SAY IT. TELL ME. NOW! SAY IT. TELL ME NOW!"
I was beaten; I couldn't take any more.
"Please fuck her, PLEASE FUCK MY WIFE!" I blurted as the pain gradually 
lessened.
"And now you, my dear?" he repeated. She winced as he probed her mind.
"Yes, do it, please fuck me, oh God, fuck me please!" she moaned, 
almost losing her balance from the pain.

He freed his cock, the purple head wet from his prolonged excitement.
Wiping some of the slime from her ass and thighs, he rubbed it over her
vulva, pushing some inside to lubricate her. Placing the head against 
her, he entered her slowly, inching the hard shaft into her while she 
cried openly. Once inside her, he withdrew slowly, then began to fill 
her faster with each stroke, until she grunted with each of his savage
thrusts. Tears rained from her face onto the cold stone floor as he 
slammed into her, again and again, clutching her narrow waist as he 
fucked her. He had entered her mind again. I heard her reciting the 
words in her tiny, frail voice between sobs and grunts.
"Please fuck me harder. ...... Please fuck me harder. ......Please fuck
me harder."

The brutality continued until his cum finally began to flow from her, 
frothing and dripping from where they were joined, splattering onto the
floor beneath them. Pulling the sticky weapon from her ravaged hole, he
took her by the hair, holding her face inches from the seeping head.
"Clean it, slut!" he ordered. She took him into her mouth, licking and
slurping the fluids from him as he held her by her hair, guiding her
mouth over his hot, wet meat.

Once more he demanded our words as we felt his request stab at us.
"Thank you for fucking me," my wife answered, as thick wads of his 
sperm dripped from her murmuring lips.
"Thank you for raping my wife," I answered, sickened and humiliated by
the words he made me say.





                             - Part XIV -


We staggered forward along the dark path leading from the cave, both
exhausted and beaten by his physical and mental brutality. He held us
each by the backs of our necks, his powerful grip increasing the 
already painful pounding inside our heads. We stumbled and scraped the
rough, stone walls of the passageway as he guided us into the darkness
ahead.

Occasionally a set of glowing eyes would approach us, sharp
claws reaching out to explore our naked bodies as they passed us.
Horrible shrieks and screams faded into the distance as we continued,
not knowing which one of us would be the target of the next demon as
the glowing embers moved closer in the pitch black tunnel. We stopped
twice along the way, waiting while two red eyes bobbed and hovered
near my wife. I could hear her sobbing and moaning as the demon
performed unseen acts of perversion, enjoying the touch of her firm
flesh. We stood by in the darkness, waiting for the demon to finish,
then moved on.

As we moved through the darkness, a faint light appeared in the
distance. We moved toward it, coming to a dead end formed by a flat
stone wall at the end of the tunnel. A dim, blue light filtered onto
the rock wall from an opening in the ceiling above us. The monster 
released us, then approached the barrier before us. Able to see again
as my eyes adjusted to the faint glow, I was sickened as I saw the
sticky remains of the demons' abuse covering my wife's face and slick
belly. She cried as she attempted to wipe the thick coating of cum from
her face and hair, her hands dripping with the heavy goo.

Facing the wall, he slowly placed both hands on the cold surface.
Immediately the wall shifted slightly out of focus, then disappeared,
revealing a huge chamber beyond. He again took each of us by the neck
and ushered us through the opening.

The long chamber was immense, at least two hundred feet wide. The
ceiling and opposite end stretched into the distance, far out of our
sight. As we walked down the colossal hall, I noticed each of the
distant walls was lined with a series of shimmering ovals, also
receding into the distance as far as we could see.

Suddenly, to my right, a figure burst from the surface of one of the
ovals. Standing in front of it for a few seconds, the man's image
faded, then reformed as one of the hideous demons. I watched in
amazement as it scampered across the hall in front of us, then plunged
through another silvery ellipse on the opposite wall. Over the next
hour, we saw hordes of the creatures come and go through the endless
portals. They took a wide variety of forms, from small girls to old
men, always shifting shapes as they continued on their way. The hall
seemed endless as we walked for what seemed like hours. I shuddered
when I thought about how many of these disguised demons must be
walking among us, unseen.

Finally, the monster turned us toward the wall and approached one of
the door-sized ovals. Standing near it, I watched our reflected images
shimmer and distort, reminding me of a constantly changing funhouse
mirror. The surface seemed liquid, like a giant pool of mercury 
standing on its side.

Without a word, he gave my wife a shove, pushing her into the portal.
She disappeared without a sound, leaving only a few ripples in the 
flowing surface. I fell forward as his powerful thrust hurled me toward
the unknown.

Terrified and screaming, we looked up from the floor of our bedroom.
The large mirror on the far wall rippled for a few seconds, then
returned to its regular glassy appearance. Cautiously rising to our
feet, we looked around the room. We appeared to be alone, the room
looking just as we had left it.

My wife and I explored our home, finding no trace of the monster or
his demons. Peering out the front window, we saw familiar neighbors
walking the street as the brilliant sunset cast a pink glow over the
peaceful setting.

Grateful for hot showers and a good meal, we retired early, exhausted
from our endless ordeal. Were we free? Was it finally over? Maybe the
monster had finally tired of us, moving on to some other unfortunate
couple. We fell asleep almost at once, spending the first peaceful
night in weeks in our own comfortable bed.

The next day was spent getting our lives back in order, doing the 
ordinary things that our busy lives required. Feeling more at ease, we
were still cautious, nervously checking dark closets and the empty 
garage where the monster's black limo once waited. That evening we 
relaxed, watched a movie, then went to bed with a bottle of our 
favorite wine, purchased that day to celebrate our freedom. Life was
good again, but we had a way to go to repair the damage he had 
inflicted.

Once in bed, our desire for each other fueled by the now empty bottle
of wine, we explored each other's bodies like hungry animals. She 
stroked my cock and balls lovingly while I licked and sucked at the 
hard nipples atop her firm, jutting breasts. Desperate to fill her 
eager pussy, I rolled onto her, licking her ears and neck. Sighing and
moaning, she rubbed her clit with the head of my cock, then pulled me 
inside her. I moved into her slowly, relishing the continuous flood of
sensation as her vagina spasmed and gripped my penis, encasing the 
sensitive head in wave after wave of welcome embraces.

She clutched my ass with both hands, pulling me toward her, sinking my
cock as deeply into her as possible. Holding me there, enjoying my 
fullness inside her, she raised her hips under me, moving in a 
circular motion. She began to moan louder as she rubbed her swollen
clitoris against me, calling my name between gasping breaths and
short, quiet cries.

We looked into each other's eyes as we shared an intimacy deeper than
we had ever known. We had survived the ordeal together, and now found
our love was not diminished, but strengthened by the experience unique
to us alone. The renewed sense of belonging, freedom, and an 
indestructible love brought our lovemaking to a yet unknown intensity.
Our mouths met, tongues circling and wrestling, welcome invaders into
the warm wetness. Our writhing bodies became one, joined at both ends,
offering and accepting everything.

We both began to scream as our bodies suddenly rocked and thrust more
rapidly, the imminent orgasms now out of our control. I felt the urgent
rush of semen surge forward deep within my exploding cock. She
bucked franticly against me, milking my cum from me as her orgasm
crashed over her.

Suddenly, the darkened room was filled with light. Startled, I jumped
up, spraying a stream of cum onto my wife's heaving belly. Blinded by
the unexpected brightness, we squinted as we looked around the room,
our orgasms cut short by the surprise.

"Well, well, what the fuck do we have here?"
Looking in the direction of the voice, we saw a young boy, about
fifteen, standing at the foot of the bed. Behind him, the large mirror
rippled and flowed, then returned to its normal appearance. He stood
with his hands on his hips, grinning at us as I bolted, naked, from
the bed. My wife remained trembling on the bed, the sheets pulled up
to her neck to hide her excited body.

"Who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?" I shouted.
His grin changed quickly to a menacing glare as he answered.
"I'm Spike, and I'm here to make your lives a living hell," he hissed.
He approached me as he answered, stopping a foot in front of me.
"Now, hubby, I suggest you shut the fuck up and do as I say. Get it?"
He shoved me hard enough with a single push to hurl me against the
wall, several feet away. I hit the wall in mid air, then crashed to
the floor, unable to breathe.

He strolled to the side of the bed, leaning over to look more closely
at my terrified wife's face, studying it with his piercing eyes. She
turned to look at him, visibly shaking under the wrinkled sheet.

He was tall for his apparent age, but painfully thin, his pale skin
stretched over a long angular frame. His red hair was cropped short,
standing on end over his white skull. Several studs and rings pierced
both his ears, and tattoos covered the exposed portions of his spindly
arms. He wore a tattered t-shirt bearing a faded inscription that was
long ago unreadable. His skintight leather pants were molded to his
bony skeleton, and displayed the growing outline of his long, thin
cock. His demeanor was menacing, short-tempered, and potentially 
violent.

Bringing his mouth closer, he extended his tongue and forcefully
licked the side of her face. She closed her eyes, too terrified to
move. He licked again, this time the other cheek as he turned her head
toward him. He continued to lick her - eyes, lips, ears, and neck,
until her flawless, olive skin glistened with a coating of his stringy
saliva.

"God, you're a fox!" he blurted. She winced with each of his words,
spoken so closely to her wet face. "Hey, hubby, get over here!" he
ordered. I got up slowly, still breathing hard from my fall.
"I wanna see her. Take the fuckin' sheet off."
I stood beside the bed, not able to move. Impatient, he threw me a
nasty glance, the centers of his eyes glowing red for just an instant.

I reached down and took the edge of the sheet from her shaking hands.
Slowly, I pulled it over her toward the foot of the bed. He leered, 
mouth watering, as he took in her full breasts, flat belly, and 
firm, long legs. She covered her breasts with both hands, but she 
couldn't hide the wet remains of my ejaculate covering her crotch and
stomach.

"God damn it! You got cum all over her!"
He reached out with a finger and traced a path along her abdomen, 
trailing it through the semen, between the swollen labia, continuing
lower, lingering over her anus. Withdrawing it, he presented it to
her, wet and sticky. "Lick!" he commanded. She allowed him to enter
her, closing her trembling lips around it, cleaning it as his he
slowly pulled his finger from her closed mouth.
"Yea, I knew you'd be easy. Now go get cleaned up, you little slut."

She edged off the bed slowly and headed for the bathroom, eyeing him
cautiously as she left us. I heard the shower running and felt the 
warm, humid air enter the room as she cleaned herself for him.

"I guess you know where the guest room is by now," he laughed. Get
your shit and get outta here." I quickly gathered some clothes, a
pillow, and sheets, then headed for the bedroom down the hall where I
had already spent night after night listening to the others use my
wife in our bed.

Before long, the shower stopped. I sat on my bed in despair, dreading
the sleepless night ahead of me. Soon I heard her soft voice and went
to my door to listen more closely.

She returned to the bedroom, naked and warm from the steamy shower. He
came close to her, whispering his orders in her ear, making sure I was
not able to hear them.
"Get on the bed. Spread your legs and pull your knees up so I can see
your cunt. Hold it open for me with both hands so I can look inside 
you."

She did as she was told, knowing not to disobey him. He walked slowly
around the bed, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body, stretched
open for him. She trembled as she saw his excitement intensified by
her shame and humiliation.

As he began to remove his clothes, she started to sob, heavy tears
running over her already wet face. He climbed onto the bed and crawled
between her legs, spreading her smooth thighs even farther apart. He
crouched over her on hands and knees, his long, thin penis bobbing
near her pussy, still held open by her slippery fingers. Lowering his
face to her ear, he whispered his next order.

"Beg me to rape you."
She began to cry harder, her stomach and breasts shaking as the tears
flowed.
"Beg me to rape you, or I'll fuck you up, slut."
He had already shown his violent streak, so she had no doubt that he
meant what he said. Between sobs, in a broken, quiet voice, she 
complied.
"Please rape me."
Infuriated, he hissed into her ear, "Say it louder, like you mean it,
you little bitch!"
"Please rape me," she repeated, this time loud enough for me to hear.
"Louder, bitch! Keep begging me!" he warned.
"PLEASE RAPE ME, PLEASE, PLEASE, RAPE ME!" she shouted, over and over
again.

He lowered his cock and entered her, allowing her to feel it pass by 
her tiring fingertips as she held herself open for him. The long shaft
entered her repeatedly and violently as she struggled to keep her
labia stretched for him. He slammed into her, enjoying her soft grunts
and jerking breasts as he jolted her with each thrust.

Again whispering, he gasped as he worked, "Beg me.. to fuck you..
harder. Say my name. Do it...slut!"

All I heard from my room was her constant pleading.
"Fuck me harder, Spike! Please fuck me harder!"

I stumbled to my bed, collapsing in tears. I was certain that we were
free from these demons, only to have an even more violent creature 
enter and control our lives. And for how long? Would we be tortured
and humiliated by these beings for the rest of our lives? How much
more could we endure, and what was their reason for doing this to us?
It seemed these were all questions we may never have answered.

He used her the entire night, the sounds waking me frequently as he 
made her recite disgusting requests, repeated until he was sure that I
heard my wife as her tired body serviced him.

He brought her to my door the next morning, dragging her by the hair,
showing me her bruised and exhausted body like a trophy. She could 
barely stand on her own. Her eyes were swollen and red from her 
constant crying. He forced her forward, proudly showing the large 
volume of cum that caked her hair and coated her belly and legs.
"She wasn't bad, but I've had a lot better," he boasted. She landed on
top of me, dazed and limp as a rag doll, as he discarded her.
"Clean her up for me. Maybe I can do something with her, in time."





                              - Part XV -


As I pulled into the driveway that evening and parked beside my wife's
car, I wondered how long she had been home. He had told us to attend
work as usual that day, but to be home early. "I have a surprise for
you tonight," he promised. I had learned to dread the "surprises" these
creatures brought.

The house was quiet, so I called to my wife, hoping to have some time
alone with her before Spike returned. Not hearing her answer, I walked
to our bedroom to look around. As I glanced through the wide archway
leading to the master bath, I saw her sitting on the edge of the tub.
Her legs were spread wide, her head lowered, as she concentrated on
her work. Slowly, carefully, she pulled the pink disposable razor over
her outer labia, removing the days stubble along with fluffy mounds of
shaving cream.

"Is he here yet?" I asked. She didn't answer or look up, her dark hair
hiding her face as it fell forward. "Honey, is he here yet?" I
repeated. Her hands began to shake as she continued to bare the full
lips between her open thighs.

"Shhhh!"
I took a quick step into the room to find Spike sitting across from
her, watching intently, grinning from ear to ear. "Isn't this fuckin'
beautiful!" he whispered. "I love to see a woman shave herself," he
added. "It's better than watchin' her strip for me. She's makin'
herself as naked as she can get, showin' me every bit of her pussy.
And your wife just begged me to watch her, didn't ya, babe?" Her belly
began to shake as a stream of tears fell from within the black mane of
hair onto the floor between her outstretched legs. "DIDN'T YOU, BABE?"
he repeated. She could feel his piercing eyes on her as she surrendered
her answer.
"Yes, Spike."

He spoke to me without taking his eyes off her now glistening slit.
"Get dressed, somethin' nice. We're goin' out to dinner. Oh, hubby,
from now on, always knock before you come in here. We'd like some
privacy. Get it?"
"Yes, I understand," I said, knowing the consequences of any other
answer.

Getting my best suit from the closet, I returned to the guestroom to
dress. I waited in the living room for them, not wanting to suffer the
humiliation of having to knock at my own bedroom door as the demon did
as he wished with my wife's unwilling body.

They soon joined me, my wife following the grinning boy into the room.
She was stunning in a white silk blouse, conservative black skirt
falling to just above the knee, and the pearl necklace and earrings I
had given her on our last anniversary. She wore her hair up, in a more
formal style, something I had rarely seen her do before.

Spike, on the otherhand, wore a T-shirt under the black tux coat,
jeans, and sneakers. He seemed pleased with his look as he paced
anxiously, hurrying my wife and me to our car.

We drove to the downtown area of the large city, two hours from our
home. I wasn't familiar with the heart of the city, so Spike gave
directions as I drove. Spike and my wife sat in the back seat. I
watched in the mirror as he leered approvingly at her large nipples
as they pressed against the thin silk, her breasts bouncing enticingly
while we traveled over the rough streets.

Several blocks off one of the busy main streets, we pulled over and
parked. Crossing the quaint cobblestone road, we climbed the steps
under a green canvas awning to an elegant brass and mahogany door.
Spike knocked, waited, then knocked again, before the door was opened
by a butler in formal attire. He greeted us with a blank stare, then
looking at Spike, seemed to recognize him. "Oh, good evening Master
Spike, please come this way," he chanted in monotone.

He led us into a small, elegantly furnished lobby, then to the elevator
at the far end. The doors parted instantly when he pushed the lighted
button, opening into the mirrored interior. "Have an enjoyable
evening," he replied stiffly, as we entered the elevator.

Spike pushed the lighted "B" and we began our descent. Shortly, the
doors opened, allowing the soft music and flickering candlelight to
enter the small compartment. We stepped into the richly appointed
dining room, greeted by the tuxedo-clad maitre d'. "Master Spike,
welcome," he said in familiar tones. "Please, come this way."

He led us through the room full of tables, each surrounded by well-to-
do ladies and gentlemen of the upper class, flaunting the excesses of
success that most of us would never know. A few looked up at us
and smiled as we were led to the only vacant table at the back of the
room. Well lighted, and two steps above the main floor, it overlooked
the dimly lit room, allowing us to watch the entire scene before us as
the patrons consumed exotic selections of food and drink from the
extensive menu.

We were seated, and for a while the waiters seemed to ignore us as we
watched the other diners. Soon, a tall, older gentleman appeared at our
table, smiling at Spike as he introduced himself.
"Hello, Spike. This must be the young couple you've told me so much
about. My name is Mr. Black, and I'll be joining you this evening. It's
a great pleasure to meet you both."

Although in his sixties, he was still handsome, once probably a real
"lady-killer". His dress and manner suggested success and wealth. He
spoke with a polite, but self-assured tone, used by those who built and
ran empires. Although gracious and polite to us all, his attention was
directed mostly to my wife, his eyes dropping often to her moving
breasts under the thin layer of silk.

He sat with us, making small talk, charming my wife with his stories
and clever banter. Soon the waiter arrived with our appetizers, placing
the small platters full of fresh sushi in front of us. My concern
turned to dread as I noticed my wife's plate contained several multi-
colored capsules instead of the delicately prepared fish. Her eyes
widened in horror as she looked down at her nearly empty plate. Spike
grinned as she looked into his threatening eyes, now realizing any
enjoyment tonight would be at her expense. She slowly swallowed the
pills in silence as the rest of us ate the cool, delicious flesh.

Later, the waiter reappeared to remove our empty plates. Smiling at my
wife as he passed her, he inquired, "And did the lady enjoy her
appetizer this evening?" All eyes were on her as she answered, "Yes,
thank you, it was very good." Spike looked around the table, grinning,
excited by her obedience.

By this time, the drugs she ingested had begun to work, her excitement
obvious by the size of her engorged nipples straining against the
delicate fabric of her blouse.
"Unbutton your blouse, babe," ordered Spike. Startled, she looked at
him, her eyes protesting. "Please, not here, not in the restaurant, in
front of everyone," she begged. He just looked at her, grinning as red
flashes filled his eyes.

Slowly, to my disbelief, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse, from
neck to waist. The flimsy silk immediately fell open, revealing the
center half of each round breast and her dark, stiff nipples.
Mortified, she quickly glanced around the room to see if any of the
others had noticed. A few of the older men smiled and winked at her,
quickly returning their attention to the expensive meals before them.
"My dear, you have exquisite breasts," Mr. Black remarked, breaking the
awkward silence. "Thank you," she murmured, not able to look at him.

"I think you need to freshen up, babe," teased Spike. He looked out
over the room to the far end where the restrooms were located.
"Please don't make me do this. I can't walk through the restaurant
half-naked!" she whispered, now very afraid. Again, he grinned, knowing
she would obey him.

As she left her chair, she pulled the blouse together in the front,
trying to cover her swollen nipples. He looked up at her, shaking his
head, not allowing it. She released the silk, allowing it to fall open
again, then walked the distance to the opposite side of the room. Men
and women leered and stared at her fantastic display, nodding in
appreciation as she passed them. She disappeared into the ladies room
for a few minutes, then retraced her path back to our table.

While she was gone, Mr. Black rose from his chair and took her seat
across from me. The waiter quickly removed his empty chair from the
front of our table, then took our orders. When she returned, she stood
in front of us, puzzled at the loss of her seat. She looked down at us,
blouse open, nipples extended and stiffening as we watched. The eyes of
most of the patrons were on her now as she stood with her back to them,
wondering what to do next.

Mr. Black saw her confusion and smiled at her. "I'd like very much for
you to remove your skirt, my dear," he replied. She lowered her eyes
and sighed deeply, as a large tear rolled over her cheek. The constant
grin on Spike's face reminded her of his potentially viscous reaction
if she did not cooperate.

Both hands trembling violently, she fumbled with the zipper at the side
of the skirt. Drawing it open, she tugged at the material several times
as she worked it over her hips, then allowed it to fall to the floor.
Everyone's eyes were now on her, taking in her fantastic body. The
short, silk blouse hung to within an inch of the sheer, black lace
panties stretched over the curve of her perfect ass. The nearly
transparent lace displayed her moist, swollen slit to us as her juices
leaked around the edges onto her inner thighs. She burned with shame,
hearing the crowd behind her exchange lewd comments while they watched.

Mr. Black's gaze drifted up and down her body several times, admiring
her lean, sculptured physique. Slowly and deliberately, he reached up
and gently took a nipple between his thumb and finger. Her eyes closed
and her stomach stiffened as he rolled and pulled the distended teat.
She began to tremble, holding the edge of the table to steady herself.
His hand traveled to the other breast, teasing the remaining nipple to
an equal state of arousal.

"You love this, don't you," he asked. "Yes," she whispered quickly.
Opening his hand, he moved it slowly down her body, his fingers
brushing her breasts and belly. Stopping just above the border of the
fragile, black panties, he caressed her, tracing the creases between
legs and belly, lightly teasing and probing the sensitive skin just
above her swelling slit. She tried desperately to fight the urges he
made her feel, knowing the crowd behind her watched every twitch and
gasp that escaped her. I watched helplessly as the drugs made her his
plaything, humiliating her as she responded uncontrollably to his
touch.

Our waiter arrived soon, arranging our dinners on the large table. I
could see the disappointment on my wife's face as she eyed the three
meals set before us, the sudden aromas firing our appetites. She stood
in front of us, watching us devour the succulent shellfish, not certain
what to do next. After a few bites, Mr. Black freed a small fragment of
lobster from its red carapace and offered it to her. He shook his head
as she reached for it, instead lifting it to her parted lips. She
opened her mouth, allowing him to place the sweet meat on her waiting
tongue. His middle finger remained until she closed her lips around it,
sucking him suggestively as he slowly pulled it from her watering
mouth. Her mouth grew more eager for him with every bite as he
continued to feed her tempting morsels of the firm, juicy meat.

As we finished, the waiter again arrived promptly to clear our table.
Smiling cordially at my wife while glancing repeatedly at her exposed
breasts, he replied, "I trust the lady enjoyed the main course?" "Yes,
thank you," she answered softly. Amused by the waiter's wondering eyes,
Mr. Black looked up at her.
"Take off your blouse for us, my dear. We should show the gentleman our
appreciation for his excellent service."
Looking first at Mr. Black, then at Spike, she begged quietly, "Please,
no, please don't..." Spike's grin was replaced with a furious stare,
red flashing in his empty eyes.

Glancing quickly at the waiter, she lowered her head as she slipped the
cool silk over her smooth shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His
eyes widened and the crowd gasped slightly as everyone admired her
flawless body. Tears fell from her face onto her jutting breasts,
sliding over the velvet skin to her distended nipples, silently, one by
one, dropping to the carpet under her.

Turning his chair toward her, he motioned for her to come closer. She
walked the few steps, standing in front of him, her back still to the
room. Reaching up with both hands, he cradled her face, drawing her
closer. Bending her at the waist he brought her face to his, looking
into her eyes. She lowered her hands to his knees for support, her face
inches from his wise, powerful eyes. His hands left her face, gliding
over her shoulders and narrow waist, stopping on her hips over the
tightly stretched lace. Hooking a finger under each side, he slowly
uncovered her round ass, then pulled the tiny scrap of transparent mesh
down her muscular thighs, letting it fall to the floor.

Humiliated and ashamed of her excited response to him, her terrified
eyes begged him to stop. He stared back at her, reassuring and
comforting her with his refined confidence.

She knew she was wet, feeling the warm liquid coat her inner thighs.
The crowd stared in amazement, watching her cunt swell and flow between
the perfect globes of her firm ass. She had never felt this naked,
exposed before the entire restaurant, excited and captivated by this
impressive stranger.

"Play with yourself. Make yourself cum for me," he whispered.
"Please, not here, I can't. Don't ask me to do this, please!" she
begged.
"Young lady, I've paid a large sum of money for you tonight. I don't
think Spike will be very happy if I ask for a refund."
She hesitated, forced to look into his gray eyes, inches from hers.

He felt her hand leave his knee, knowing its destination. She moved her
fingers into the slippery warmth between her legs, feeling the gaze of
the others behind her as she straddled her distended clitoris with two
fingers. Slowly, she worked them along the length of it, occasionally
circling the sensitive end with a wet fingertip. A sudden warmth rose
from her belly, over her breasts and face. His kind eyes urged her on,
helping her forget her surroundings, making her want to cum for him.

He pulled her closer, covering her mouth with his, stabbing her with
his eager tongue. She pressed hard against him, returning his probing
as she felt the orgasm crash over her surrendering body. Her moans were
muffled as she kissed him deeply. Her hips danced up and down as she
thrust her fingers into her sopping vagina, her hand glistening with
its juices. He played with her swaying breasts as she came, prolonging
her orgasm for the enjoyment of everyone who watched. Finally, gasping
for breath, she collapsed onto his lap, pressing against him as his
erection throbbed under her.

"It's time to go," he whispered, as she clung to him, recovering. She
climbed off him carefully, still unsteady on her feet and breathing
heavily. He rose from his seat, taking her hand to guide her. He led
her through the crowded restaurant, naked and panting, crotch and
thighs soaked from her still-flowing hole. The men and women,
apparently members of this private club, applauded quietly as my naked
wife passed them, allowing them a closer look at her raging body.

When they were nearly at the elevator at the other end of the room,
Spike's appreciative gaze turned to me.
"Let's go, hubby. Pick up her clothes and follow me."
I retrieved her blouse, skirt, and panties, hurrying to catch up with
the young punk. They were waiting for us in the elevator. We entered,
and Spike pushed the lighted button, this time "5".

The doors closed and we felt the sudden extra weight tug at us as the
compartment began its ascent. Mr. Black turned to my wife, lowering a
hand to her wet slit. She gasped as he entered her with two fingers,
rubbing and teasing her with his hand. He watched her face intently as
he played with her, enjoying the sighs of pleasure she could no longer
control. "Do you like this?" he asked, smiling at her surrender.
"Yesss," she breathed, unable to conceal her heat.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, please, no,"
"Tell him. Tell your husband what you want."
Opening her eyes, she looked at me, replying without hesitation.
"I love this. I want him..to play with me,..to make me..cum."
Spike's face lit up as he laughed and screamed at me.
"Holy shit! Did you hear that? She's so hot she'll do it in front of
you! The little slut doesn't even care if you watch!"
Anger and humiliation burned inside me as I watched her collapse onto
the mirrored wall, moaning, as Mr. Black worked his fingers inside her.

A soft "ding" brought the degrading scene to an end as the doors opened
onto the fifth floor. We stepped out of the compartment, into a
comfortable sitting room containing a large sofa and several matching
chairs. To our right were elegant french doors that led to a spacious
bedroom. Spike pointed to one of the chairs, and barked, "Sit!" I did
as I was told, as Mr. Black led my naked wife through the doors to the
bedroom.

Spike flopped on the sofa, stretching out with his hands folded behind
his head. "We'll wait here 'til he's done with her," he explained.
"He doesn't like to be watched, but we can listen. We get to hear your
little slut beg for more while he pounds the shit out of her with his
cock! It'll probably last for hours, so you can take a nap if you get
bored. Just don't try anything funny. I'm gettin' a bundle for her
tonight!"

Spike closed his eyes as the first words drifted from the adjoining
room.
"Looks like you like what you see, my dear."
"Yes."
"Let's see how much of this you can get in your mouth."

I never did sleep over the next four hours, although Spike was out
after the first hour. I listened to my drug-crazed wife beg Mr. Black
for every imaginable sex act. I listened to her scream and cry while
she orgasmed under him as he plunged into her again and again. I heard
her soft slurping as she rejuvenated his resilient erection inside her
warm, grasping mouth. Every time I thought he was finished with her, I
heard her desperate pleading.
"Please fuck me again! Oh God, I need your cock inside me!"
Soon she would start to grunt and moan again as he impaled her,
granting her wish. Then, after another period of quiet, she would
resume her sickening demands.
"Eat me! Stick your tongue in me and lick me 'til I cum! Oh God,
PLEASE!"

Finally, after four hours, she staggered into the sitting room. I had
never seen her this used. She was soaked from head to toe with what
appeared to be an equal mixture of sweat and cum. Her normally
lustrous, black hair was plastered to her head and face. Thick, white
globs of semen had settled in the tangles that framed her pale, drawn
face. Long, thick strings of cum oozed from her gaping vagina, sticking
to her legs as she walked.

Legs shaking, she approached the sofa and softly nudged Spike to wake
him. He opened his eyes and looked up at her tired face, satisfied by
the sight of the drying semen on her eyelashes and corners of her
mouth.
"He's finished with me," she reported.
"Great!" Spike exclaimed as he jumped off the sofa, now full of energy.
"Lets go!"
The open elevator was waiting for us as we stepped into it and rode to
the lobby. Still holding her clothes, I asked Spike if she could dress
on the way down.
"No way, hubby! I can get some free advertising!"

We entered the lobby and the butler stared in amazement as we headed
for the door. Rushing to open it for us, his smile betrayed his
excitement as he eyed my wife's cum-drenched body. We exited into the
cold night air, my wife shivering as it surrounded her. We waited at
the street for a break in the traffic so we could cross to our car. Her
teeth began to chatter as she stood in her bare feet on the cold, damp
pavement. The few people on the street stared at her as they passed by,
a small group of high school boys whistling at her display. Spike went
after them, talking for several minutes before returning.

Finally, the traffic thinned and we began to cross the busy street. She
walked between us, naked and shivering, trying to keep up. Long strings
of semen continued to fall from between her legs, splattering onto the
smooth cobblestones as we made our way to the other side. A passing car
slowed, the men inside hurling whistles and catcalls from the open
windows.

We reached our car and hurried inside, now all feeling the numbing
cold. As I drove the two hours back to our home, I had to listen to
Spike as he congratulated my wife on what a perfect slut she had been.
After a while I heard her crying and looked in the rearview mirror to
see Spike spreading the leaking cum over her belly and breasts as he
complimented her on how "tasty" she looked.
"Oh, stop cryin', ya little bitch! Some of your future customers will
be a lot nastier, so get used to it!"

I spent the rest of the trip worrying about whom he would sell my wife
to next, and what further humiliation he had in store for us.

