

                            The Visitors

                           By QuantumLeap (a former pen name)



                             - Part VI -

I woke suddenly as Chris and David kicked me several times, then jerked
me to my feet. "Get cleaned up and dressed! We're having a party!"
they yelled, causing my head to throb painfully.

I headed for the bathroom to shower, aware that the leader and my wife
were nowhere to be found. Returning to our bedroom, I found a new
tuxedo on the bed. David appeared at the door, grinning. "Put it on.
You'll make a great butler!" he joked. I dressed slowly, still weak
and dazed. I noticed the setting sun as I glanced out the window,
realizing that I had lost the better part of the entire day.

I returned to the living room to find my wife and the three intruders
waiting. The men were dressed in tuxes, each wearing a brightly
colored Mardi Gras mask covering the upper half of his face. My wife
stood facing me, in front of the monster, his hands on her shoulders.
She wore a floor length black cape, fastened in the front to completely
conceal all but her beautiful face and shining black hair. A velvet
choker lined with sparkling rhinestones circled her neck, holding the
cape in place. I could just make out the faint outline of her naked
body through the loose folds of the cape.

The leader approached me.
"You are the servant this evening. As a show of obedience and
acknowledgment of your wife's total rejection of you, you will
prepare her for tonight's festivities."
He placed the six capsules in my hand and motioned for my wife to come
closer. She stood before me, glancing at her master. She then opened
her mouth, terrified to imagine what obscenities the even larger dose
would make her perform that night.

I couldn't do it. Could she survive a larger dose? How could I be the
one responsible for the degrading acts she would crave?
"YOU WILL DO THIS. OBEY ME, OR I WILL HAVE HER RIP YOUR TESTICLES FROM
YOUR BODY AND MAKE YOU WATCH WHILE SHE DEVOURS THEM."
My hands shook as I placed each pill on her outstretched tongue and
watched her swallow them, one at a time.

Before long, the doorbell rang. "Our guests are hear, my dear," he
said, turning my wife to face him. He unbuttoned the front of the cape
from just below the collar to the floor, folding back the sides over
each of her bare shoulders. She wore black velvet bands around her
wrists and ankles, matching the dazzling choker. A fine gold chain
loosely circled her waist, resting invitingly on her smooth, flat
belly. The drugs had worked even more quickly, already engorging and
distending her labia and clitoris. Her nipples hardened as I watched
and her heavy breathing made her full breasts beckon each time she
inhaled.

He took her to the door and opened it, greeting the first guests. They
arrived over the next thirty minutes, men, women, and couples, all
dressed in similar Mardi Gras attire. All wore the brightly colored
masks to conceal their identity. The monster introduced my wife to
them as they entered, smiling as they leered and told her how exciting
she looked. Men and women alike drooled as they watched her body react
to the drugs. As the butler, I was forced to stand beside her and
thank them for their "kind remarks". They seemed to enjoy this,
knowing I was her husband.

After a while, we heard a sharp knock on the door. I opened it to
see a large black woman in evening dress and mask. Beside her was a
man wearing a black robe identical to the one my wife wore. The leader
welcomed them as the "guests of honor" and closed the door behind them.
The man, probably in his mid-twenties, was strikingly handsome, with
light brown hair and a perfect tan. As the leader, my wife, and I faced
them, the black amazon unbuttoned his cape and pulled the sides over
his shoulders.

He had the perfect "male model" body, hard and tanned. He was naked
under the cape, except for black leather wrist and ankle bands. A
narrow strip of leather encircled his penis and scrotum. My wife
inhaled sharply as she noticed his raging erection. His penis jutted
from the soft mound of pubic hair at its base, leaking sticky liquid
from the opening in the hard purple head. His cock moved up and down
slightly as his pulse pounded. In his eyes I saw the signs of the same
drugs my wife struggled to overcome. I wondered if this was some
unfortunate husband, forced into the same humiliation by his muscular,
black captor.

The leader smiled knowingly at the black amazon as he encouraged my
wife to welcome our new guests.
"I think a "glad-to-meet-you" kiss is in order, my dear."
As he guided my wife closer to her guest, his black counterpart did the
same to the caped young man. They stood only a foot apart, each taking
in the other's exquisite body. My wife lifted her gaze to his eyes.
Closing the small gap between them, she placed her body against his,
bringing her lips to his waiting mouth. His hands found her perfect ass
as hers stroked his neck and hair. Their mouths were locked in a deep
kiss, tongues wrestling and exploring. His hard cock worked against her
belly, leaving sticky spots of pre-cum each time it pressed into her
smooth skin. I was forced to stand next to them and watch as they held
each other like familiar lovers. Others in the room began to notice
their embrace and began to clap softly in appreciation.

After several minutes, our captor separated them, leaving each even
more excited than before. My wife's abdomen was wet and sticky.
Her own juices flowed down her inner thighs. Her swollen cunt visibly
throbbed and pulsed as she stood before the crowd, desperately waiting
to be satisfied. The young hunk had lost all control. He fought, wild-
eyed, to reach my wife as his mistress held him in her firm grip. He
suddenly let out a loud moan as cum spurted from his spasmimg penis.
She continued to restrain him, arms pinned behind his back, as he
spurted a hot stream of semen onto my wife's wet belly over two feet
away. As the jet of hot cum sprayed her, she too began a long, low
moan. The monster watched with pride as she orgasmed. Her hips worked
back and forth obscenely, searching for a lover that could not be
found. The muscles of her thighs and ass flexed repeatedly, the sheen
of perspiration enhancing the definition of her delicious naked body.
The room again broke into furious applause as they watched these two
beautiful specimens writhing in intense orgasms.

A few people from the crowd approached my wife and her partner to
participate. A tall blonde woman knelt before the young man, gently
licking the cum from the end of his cock while milking his penis for
more. A man and woman (husband and wife?) feasted on my wife as I
watched. She expertly licked my wife's engorged cunt as her companion
smoothed the dripping cum over her belly and breasts.

Finally Chris and David escorted my wife to another room while the
young hunk's mistress led him to a separate room. I served food and
drinks to the guests, listening to their comments about my wife and
her "mate". Taking me aside, the monster told me to entertain our
guests until the drugs had time to take full effect. It was impossible
to imagine what that would be like. How could they possibly become
more aroused? I would find out soon.

About an hour later, the lights dimmed and the guests began to applaud.
The monster stepped into a circle of light in the center of the large
room. Chairs and sofas moved from other areas of the house now formed a
"theater-in-the-round", as people quickly seated themselves, competing
for the best view.

Lowering his gaze from the light into the murmuring darkness around
him, he spoke.
"Welcome, dear guests. We meet again tonight to savor that which is so
important, so necessary to us. Animal lust and the humiliation it can
bring to the innocent, feeds us, nurtures us, and binds us together as
a family of those who share an awareness of the power this knowledge
bestows."

"We will witness tonight the total surrender of those innocents, their
humiliation and destruction of the ties that bind them together. As
they weaken and accept the rejection of those most dear to them, we
grow stronger, nourishing ourselves with their pain."

He looked into the audience and nodded. David and Chris carried a chair
to the edge of the light. It held a struggling girl, bound and gagged.
The pretty young blonde tried desperately to free herself, her eyes
wide with terror.

"This young bride will know the total rejection of her new husband as
he demonstrates his surrender to another. She will know the absolute
humiliation of rejection before those who live for her pain."

He clapped twice. My wife and the poor girl's husband were brought
to opposite sides of the circle. They had reverted to pure animal lust,
both required restraining as they nervously looked about the room.
When each saw the other's willing, naked body, they fought violently to
escape to the waiting relief at the opposite side of the circle. My
wife panted heavily. The audience gasped as they saw the steady flow of
her juices fall from her pulsing cunt, wetting her straining legs.
His penis was engorged to its limit, twitching and bobbing in front of
him as he struggled to get to my wife. His pubic hair and lower abdomen
were soaked from the constant flow of clear liquid that seeped from the
opening of his raging cock.

His helpless wife's gag was removed and she immediately began to call
his name through her raining tears.
"Oh God, Jim, please help me! Why are they doing this to us? What have
they done to you? Please don't do this, honey. I love you! Pleease,
pleease, don't, I love you!"
She began to cry openly as he stared at her, trying to break free from
the drugs that controlled him.

The monster spoke to him.
"Give me your wife and I will give you what you really want," pointing
to my moaning wife across the room. Tearing his gaze away from his
wife, he watched mine struggling to get at him, hungry for his cock.
"Take her!" he growled, as he lunged for the other side of the room.
"Noooo, nooooo, oh God no!" she wailed as David and Chris began to cut
her clothes from her slim, ivory body.

"Release them!" the giant ordered. They rushed toward each other at the
height of the drugs potency. They met in the center of the light,
feverishly running their hands over each others shining, naked bodies.
Their mouths locked together in a smoldering kiss, tongues stabbing at
each other. He suddenly grabbed her hair, pulling her backwards onto
the carpet. She opened her legs at once inviting him to enter her,
to fuck her, to make her scream with pleasure. With a swift thrust, he
filled her, burying his cock in her with a single stroke. She quickly
wrapped her strong legs around him as he pounded her cunt repeatedly
with his swollen cock. He made growling noises like a wild animal as he
brutally fucked her. She let out a sharp cry with each of his savage
thrusts. She clutched him with her arms and legs, exploring his tight
ass and strong back as she savored his brutality.

He suddenly let out a chilling scream as his cock exploded inside her.
His screams continued as he pumped harder and faster, filling her cunt
with his sperm. As he came, she took his head in her hands and brought
his mouth to hers, sloppily sliding her tongue between his parted lips.

As soon as she sensed he was finished, she rolled him onto his back,
keeping his erection inside her as she gripped it with her aching cunt.
She eagerly explored his hard chest and stomach as she slowly rotated
her hips, grinding her inflamed clitoris against him. From her seat,
his wife was forced to watch as his still erect penis slipped from my
wife's juicy hole. She immediately reached under her, found his
slippery cock, and moved the slick head to her tight asshole. Slowly,
she lowered herself, taking it inside her, moaning, stopping, then
taking more, until the entire length filled her rectum. She then began
to roll her swollen clit between her fingers as she squirmed on top of
him. He played with her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as
she began to lose all control. Her head fell back, a load moan growing
from her throat. The moan rose in pitch until it became a ear piercing
scream. The crowd stared in amazement as she jerked and thrashed,
whipping her head from side to side as she went to a place she had
never been before. She cursed and screamed, "Oh fuck! God, Jesus, oh,
fuck me, cum in me! I'll never come back to you after this, you
impotent fuck! Oh, Jesus, it feels so good! He's mine now you little
cow, you cold little bitch, fuck you! Fuck everything! Oh God, I love
this!" She moaned, her eyes closing, her body suddenly moving so wildly
it became a blur. A second, more powerful orgasm hit her, granted to
her by the monster's will for her cooperation. She gyrated and spasmed
incoherently for several more minutes, then collapsed on the terrified
husband, losing consciousness.

His helpless wife was screaming, terrified first by what she saw, then
by what Chris and David were doing to her. They dragged her from the
chair to the middle of the room where they finished stripping her in
front of the audience. Her exhausted husband watched as Chris freed his
giant erection from his pants and began to push the huge head into her
tight, blonde slit. She screamed and fought as he buried as much as he
could inside her. After only two strokes, her tight cunt quickly milked
him to orgasm. His sperm sprayed from her tiny pussy as he blasted his
jet of come into her, soaking her ass and legs as it collected in a
pool on the carpet beneath her. As David masturbated over her face, he
began to cum, squirting his hot load into her surprised mouth, then
covering her face and long blonde hair with the rest.

Totally devastated, she went limp, staring into space as the audience
exploded in cheers and applause. The monster entered her mind for the
first time, claiming his prize, telling her how to please him and what
she would become.





                             - Part VII -


I woke suddenly the next morning, startled by the final nightmare of my
tortured night's sleep. In my dream, I saw the image of my wife, shiny
with sweat, screaming in orgasm as his face loomed in the background,
mocking me. I looked up to see David watching me from the open door of
the guestroom where I slept. "You can catch a shower, but lose the
butler's threads!" he laughed.

I showered and returned to the living room where Chris and David
waited. "Can I get some clothes from our room?" I asked. It's not your
room now, it's his," answered Chris, smiling. They both rose and
arrived quickly at my side, tying my wrists and ankles with several
pairs of my wife's pantyhose. Pushing my naked body onto a nearby
chair, they returned to the sofa, sharing a bottle of my scotch as
they ate their lunch.

"How 'bout that horny little bitch last night!" teased David. "She sure
did put on a show for us!" added Chris. "I'll bet she'd fuck just
about anything that moves!" Chris grinned at me as he talked. My mind
had become fragmented. I had witnessed my beautiful wife tortured and
humiliated by day, then eagerly perform endless obscenities with these
strangers by night, finally in front of a cheering audience.
Rationally, I knew she was forced to do all these things, but the
images of the pleasure she experienced with these other men played
over and over in my head. The words she had spoken to me in her
passion were unforgettable and devastating. I was forced to listen as
they continued to relive the events of the night before, describing my
wife's hungry body as it was racked with powerful orgasms.

I heard the front door open, and shortly my wife and her master entered
the room. "I've been showing off my new slut," he boasted. "I think
she really enjoyed herself!" She was gorgeous as usual. He led her
into the room, her delicate hand in his, displaying his new
possession. Her face revealed the embarrassment of having been paraded
in public, dressed as he wished, owned by him. She wore a white cotton
halter, just sheer enough to hint at some color where her nipples lie
beneath it. It was a size too small, unable to completely contain her
full breasts. It covered her to just below her nipples, revealing the
bottom curve of each breast. They bounced noticeably with each step she
took. Her white seamless shorts were skin tight, so small they
revealed a large portion of her firm ass. The outline of her genitals
was obscenely visible as the fabric molded to the shape of her outer
labia.

"Tell your husband where we've been today."
She looked at the floor as she spoke softly.
"We went for a walk."
"And where did we go?"
"Downtown."
"Did you enjoy all those men staring at your half-naked body? Did it
excite you?"
"Yes."
"Did you enjoy the movie?"
"Yes."
"Tell your husband where we went, sweetheart."
"To an X-rated theater."
"And tell him what movie you begged me to see," he teased.
Her voice began to break up as she struggled to answer.
"My Wife the Slut," she stammered, as she began to cry.
"Very appropriate, don't you think!" he mocked, as he spoke to me.
"The movie got you very hot, didn't it!"
"Y-Yes," she sobbed, still not able to look up.
"Tell your husband what you did during the movie."
"Oh please, I can't, don't make me do this!" she pleaded, looking up at
him in desperation.
He stared down at her and I saw her wince as he broke her will.
"I took out your cock and played with it until you came."
"And what did you do with the handfuls of cum you milked from me?"
She began to shake as she cried harder.
"I-I ate all of your cum-oh God please, no more!"
All three broke into roars of laughter. "She said it went great with
the popcorn!" the monster joked as he laughed uncontrollably.

I felt sick. The humiliation was unbearable as my poor wife stood
before them, admitting the disgusting acts she was forced to perform.
She stood facing the monster, crying, pleading for an end to this
torture. His answer was to slowly peel the white halter up over her
breasts, exposing them as he played with her hardening nipples. The
smile on his face as he gazed into her eyes showed the cruel pleasure
he received from her suffering.

He resumed his questioning as he continued to play with her breasts and
nipples.
"What did you do after you ate all my cum?"
He probed her mind again, harder.
"I made the man next to me cum too. He was drunk and filthy and I
pumped his cock until he came on my hands, and I sucked all his cum
off my fingers." She cried hysterically as she watched his hands
stroke her naked breasts and belly.

"You may now show your appreciation for your day on the town with a
sexy, wet kiss."
He pulled her against him and placed his mouth over hers while she
wept. David and Chris watched her slim body as she stretched to meet
his hungry mouth. While the monster filled her mouth with his huge
tongue, Chris approached her from behind and slowly peeled the tight
shorts over her ass and down her long, tan legs. The two continued to
watch, seeming to know not to touch until given permission.

Releasing her, he held her gaze with his piercing eyes, readying her
for his next command.
"Show your husband how much you like my cum. Get on your knees and suck
me dry."
Still sobbing, but almost in a trance, she dropped to her knees below
him. She opened his pants, sliding them down his giant thighs to the
floor. His cock seemed always erect, now pulsing and bobbing inches in
front of my wife's reluctant mouth. The head was swollen and sticky,
with a large drop of pre-cum resting on its gaping eye. She took it
gently in both hands, then closed her mouth around the purple head.
Sucking carefully, her hands moved up and down along the thick shaft,
causing it to harden and swell even more with each stroke. Her tongue
swirled over the stiff ball of meat in her mouth, licking the fluids
from its opening. As she worked to make him orgasm as quickly as
possible, David probed and explored her body from behind. He was on
his knees behind her, his hands stroking her ass, then disappearing
between her legs, I guessed penetrating her ass and pussy with excited
fingers. Chris seemed to enjoy looking at her face as she sucked his
leader, pulling her silky hair back for a better view as tears rolled
down her face, wetting the monster's bulging penis.

"Now slut, I give you what you thirst for!" he roared. "Do not
disappoint me!"
He started to moan and his hips thrust harder, his cock seeking the
pleasure her warm mouth gave him. Her hands cradled his large balls,
stroking and tugging at them as she took as much of him as she could
into her mouth. A hot jet of semen exploded into her throat. She began
to swallow at once, fearing his punishment if she failed to consume
every drop. After a few seconds, he pulled his cock from her mouth.
Still spurting, he sprayed the sticky goo over her face and hair,
drenching her as she made her face his target. His cum still flowing,
he pushed her onto her back and quickly buried his spewing organ in
her cunt. He slammed into her limp, exhausted body, semen gushing from
her with every stroke. David and Chris immediately began to lick her
face and hair clean, washing her eyes, ears, and mouth with their
impossibly long tongues. As he crashed into her body again and again,
he looked down into her tear-filled eyes and demanded the final
surrender.
"Do I own you completely, you little slut? Do you give your sweet body
and your mind to me freely?"
As I turned my head from the brutal scene, I heard her sobbing answer.
"Y-Y-Yes, I-I'm yours."





                             - Part VIII -


Later that evening, I was led to our garage, still bound and naked. I
was surprised to see a black limousine waiting, just barely able to
fit in the small, dark space. Chris and David opened the right rear
door and heaved me inside, slamming it behind me. The interior was
luxurious, mostly soft, black leather, accented by scarlet carpet and
velvet trim. The compartment was spacious, my seat facing another long
leather sofa. Across from me sat the monster, sprawled in the center
of the heavily cushioned seat. He smiled quietly as he watched my
reaction to the scene before me.

My wife lay on her back, stretched out over the entire length of the
seat, her hips elevated, resting directly on his lap. She wore a
deeply cut tunic made entirely of transparent red lace. It came to
just above her navel, displaying her flat, soft belly and freshly
shaved genitals. Her firm, sculptured legs moved restlessly as she
worked her toes into the velvet trim of the opposite door. Eyes
closed, she rolled her head slowly from side to side as she ran her
fingers through her silky, dark hair. Now and then, soft purring
sounds caused her supple throat to tense slightly as she adjusted
herself on his powerful hips. She appeared heavily drugged, completely
immersed in a sea of pleasure.

He stroked her body with expert hands. Moving down her swaying legs, he
stopped, then returned his caresses up along her inner thighs.
Avoiding her pussy, he continued along the creases of her groin,
causing her to inhale sharply as he passed over soft, sensitive
secrets, once shared with me alone. His fingers brushed her abdomen,
playing, teasing, but never quite reaching the waiting slit between
her legs.

As he played with her, the lips of her pussy opened and stiffened, so
engorged with blood that they rose above her elevated hips in obscene
relief. Her clitoris jutted over them like a small penis, visibly
throbbing in time to her racing pulse. Occasionally he would wet his
finger with her juices, then gently trace the folds of her inner labia,
causing her to stiffen and moan loudly. He carefully avoided her clit,
allowing her hunger to build, saving her for what was to come.

The car had begun to move, but the darkened windows made it impossible
to tell where we were headed. As she enjoyed his caresses, he spoke to
me while we sped through the night.
"Tonight we hold a ceremony of great importance to me. We will travel
to a sacred place where my family will gather. Your sweet wife will
formally denounce and reject you, our version of divorce. She will then
become my bride and property before you and my people. This ritual will
completely sever her physical desire for you. She may stay with you if
she wishes, but you will never satisfy her again. Her body will belong
to me forever, to use as I see fit."

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes as I watched her respond to his
touch. Could he really do this? Was he just some madman leading another
warped cult? Terror gripped me as I remembered his ability to enter our
minds, and the impossible changes in David's and Chris' physical
appearance as they ravished my wife over the past days.

After a long drive, the car finally slowed to a stop. He continued to
stroke my wife as she became increasingly aroused. I noticed that her
left hand was busy in his lap, kneading and grasping his erection
through his clothes. "This is where you get out," he announced. The
door opened suddenly and with one giant hand, he shoved me out of the
car. I landed hard in the dirt, stunned as I watched the shiny black
limo pull away into the darkness.

I was quickly wrestled to my feet by a small group of men dressed in
red robes and the familiar Mardi Gras masks. I was dragged a short
distance to the edge of a dense, dark woods, then along a trail that
led to a large, open circle filled with people, all dressed in similar
costumes. They watched as I was carried to a large stone circle in the
center of the clearing. Embedded in the stone floor were two huge
wooden beams, forming the shape of a large X, rising into the night
sky. I struggled, terrified, as my feet were tied to heavy ropes,
passing through pulleys at the top of each beam. I was then hoisted by
my ankles, my legs spread as my feet were drawn to each end of the
crossed beams. My hands were then tied to the bottom of each beam,
stretching my arms to the limit. Hanging upside-down, I saw the crowd
gather around me in anticipation. Lighted torches blazed at the
perimeter the clearing, and hundreds of candles burned on the stone
floor in front of me. The fear was paralyzing as I was suspended, naked
and vulnerable, before this depraved audience.

Chills covered my body as I heard a low chanting begin. The crowd
parted in front of me, reciting ominous alien phrases. Through the dim
light, I could make out the monster and my wife approaching me. He
looked larger and more terrifying than I had ever seen him. His face
was concealed by a horrific mask with huge horns and bulging eyes. He
was naked, except for a small red thong that barely covered his egg-
sized testicles and bursting erection. The moonlight and candles
highlighted every muscle, as all eyes followed his impressive body.

My wife was almost unrecognizable. Her eyes were wide with lust and
excitement as she walked beside him, her small hand in his. She wore
the same red lace tunic, but with several additions. Her hair was piled
on top of her head, held in place by red ribbons and a long red bridal
veil which fell over her radiant face. The twenty-foot red train that
trailed behind her was held in place by a small red thong that opened
in front to display her swollen vulva. The bright red of her "bridal
gown" seemed to glow in the light of the hundreds of burning candles
around her. Her distended genitals and nearly naked body, clothed in
this hideous gown, added to the perverse atmosphere of the occasion.

They stopped several feet in front of me. Removing her veil, he brought
his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. Her soft moan sent a murmur
through the crowd. He released her, turning her to face me. Her eyes
were fixed on mine as he removed her train and thong with a swift tug.
I looked up at her, amazed at the flow of juices from her gaping pussy.
The torches lighted her from the back, revealing every curve of her
body through the thin lace. Her large breasts and hard nipples strained
against the lace, nearly bursting it with every deep breath.

He stood back as she approached me on the rack. Reaching out, she
gently pulled my penis and balls aside with her left hand. In her right
hand was a small capsule which she slowly inserted into my ass. I felt
a warmth spread through my gut as she watched me patiently. He moved
behind her, licking her neck and ears as they watched me respond.

Very soon I knew this was the same drug he used on her, so many times
before. Within minutes I had the hardest erection of my life. It jerked
and throbbed as droplets of pre-cum fell on my stomach and face. My
hips moved involuntarily as I struggled to find relief. The crowd
started to chant again as they watched me thrust my cock back and
forth, more of my fluids falling to the stone floor. It was maddening!
How did my wife stand the doses he gave her?

He turned her to face him, then spoke.
"You have reached a crossroads, a place to which you can never return.
You will spill his seed one last time. Your beautiful body will never
again give him pleasure. You will crave only my mouth, my body, my
cock. You will live to be my slut and slave."
Staring into his eyes, she took her oath.
"I will never again give him pleasure. I crave only your mouth, your
body, and your cock. I live to be your slut and slave."

He handed her a small glass goblet. She accepted it and came close to
me, inches away. In a slow, rhythmic, motion, she began to rub her
dripping cunt against me. Her juices flowed down my chest as she pushed
harder against me. As she began to moan, she took my cock in her right
hand and began to pump. I came within seconds, shooting a heavy stream
of cum into the goblet in her other hand. She quickly took both
testicles into her mouth while she milked my spurting cock into the
goblet. As she tongued my balls, I came a second time, adding another
sticky load to the glass. When she saw my cum stop, she sucked the head
of my cock into her mouth and milked me for several minutes more,
spitting every drop of my sperm into the goblet.

"Do you reject him totally, completely, as long as you shall live?"
As she looked into his eyes, a single tear ran down her cheek.
Horrified, he ripped into her brain, ranting and screaming, killing all
resistance. She winced slightly, then said the words.
"I reject him totally and completely, as long as I shall live."
"You may now show us proof of your oath. Will you give him pain while I
give you pleasure?"
"Yes."
Placing the glass of sperm on a large raised stone nearby, she faced me
again, taking one of my testicles in each hand. He moved close behind
her, stroking her firm ass. She began to squeeze my balls, her
fingertips finding the most sensitive spots almost immediately. The
familiar agony returned - aching, burning, searing pain. He reached
under her and took her hard clitoris between his fingers. She cried
out, stabbing more violently at my balls as her orgasm approached. She
sought and found the sensitive cords higher in my scrotum, pinching and
milking the exposed nerves running along them. I was screaming now, the
loud chanting of the crowd drowning out my shrieks of agony.

As he rolled her clit, he inserted a finger into her ass, making her
orgasm at once. She screamed and thrashed while he held her tightly,
one finger in her ass, the others dancing over her throbbing, exposed
cunt. She clung to my balls as she spasmed, pulling my body away from
the heavy beams that held me, then smashing me back onto the hard
supports. As I lost consciousness, I looked up to see her head turned
back over her shoulder, kissing him as he continued to play with her
sopping cunt.

I was rudely revived when one of the robed men dowsed my limp body with
a bucket of ice cold water. Apparently, I was not to miss any of the
ceremony that followed. I looked up along my stretched, naked body,
surprised to see my penis still hard and twitching. An occasional
droplet of pre-cum fell from its tip to the cold stone platform beneath
me. Thin trickles of blood ran from my burning scrotum, past my
erection, mixing with the drying pre-cum on my stomach. I was afraid to
imagine the damage she had inflicted to my testicles as she was racked
with the violent orgasm.

Two robed women approached the stage. Between them walked a slim young
girl, trancelike in her movements. As they came closer, I recognized
her as the blonde wife he had initiated in our home the previous night.
She was thin, not quite skinny, except for her large jutting breasts
topped with tiny hard nipples. Her ivory skin seemed to glow,
reflecting the light from the full moon overhead. She was naked, except
for a heavy leather collar with a large brass ring attached to the
front. Her wrists and ankles were circled by similar leather bands with
rings. A short length of scarlet rope bound her wrists to her collar,
her raised arms still unable to conceal her large breasts. Another rope
was tied between rings on her ankle bands, allowing her only small,
careful steps as she approached. Her shaved pussy was unfolded, a
button of a clitoris straining to emerge from its juicy hood. Her
smooth inner thighs twitched as she walked, trying to find relief from
the powerful drugs that fired her. Panting heavily, her tiny waist drew
attention to her white, flat belly as it sucked in and out with each
deep breath. Terror consumed her as she took in the scene before her,
but the drugs forced her body to obey.

He faced my wife again, hands stroking her sensitive neck.
"Use this vessel to dispose of your husband's final seed. When it is
gone, you will no longer desire pleasure in his presence. Your
beautiful body will respond to me only, longing for me constantly,
always obeying me."
"I long for you constantly, always obeying," she repeated.

Retrieving the goblet from the stone, she offered it to the shaking
young blonde. Entering her mind, he commanded, "DRINK THE FINAL SEED OF
HER LOST HUSBAND. BREAK THEIR TIE AS YOURS WAS SO EASILY SEVERED."
Hands shaking, she took the goblet, raising it to her parted lips.
Tilting the glass, she felt the warm, thick paste enter her mouth. She
swallowed repeatedly, choking as the sticky cum slid down her throat.
Finally, she took the goblet from her lips as the last drops of my
semen entered her belly.

The monster turned to face his audience, announcing, "Bring him to me."
Two large robed men dragged a third man to the stone circle. The leader
removed the man's mask, revealing the face of the young blonde's
husband.

"You have tried to deceive me. You can not hide your betrayal of our
family, just as you could not conceal the betrayal of your own wife. I
will now take payment for your feeble deception."
The man proclaimed his innocence and begged for mercy as he was
stripped and tied, spread-eagled, to the massive stone at the circle's
center. His drugged wife watched helplessly, tears streaming down her
face.

The monster turned to my wife, probing her mind, teaching her how to
proceed. She looked into his angry eyes for a short time, then walked
slowly to the stone alter. Kneeling between the struggling man's legs,
she held out the small, sharp scalpel he had given her. The man
screamed in terror as she began to work.

Quickly and deliberately she opened his shrinking scrotum, slitting the
small pouch down the middle. Pulling back the skin, she retrieved a
gray testicle, painfully stretching its cord from his body. With a
practiced nick, she severed the pulsing egg and placed it on his chest,
allowing him to watch it die. She repeated the procedure on the
remaining testicle, placing it alongside the first.

His screams were hideous. I was terrified that I might be next. He
appeared to weaken as the blood streamed from his crotch. His screams
turned to quiet moans as he stared into space, delirious. As he
quieted, my wife climbed onto his bleeding body, straddling his
abdomen. She began to grind her leaking pussy into him with savage
thrusts. Each time she drove her frantic pelvis into him, he moaned
louder, the blood leaving his limp body more quickly as her muscular
buttocks rotated against his lower abdomen. His body jerked as she
orgasmed, thrashing and pounding him with her strong hips and ass.
Recovering quickly, she stood beside him, holding one of his severed
balls in each hand.

The monster led the terrified blonde to where my wife stood, beside the
stone platform.
"This is the price of infidelity and deception."
He nodded at my wife, anger still filling his eyes. As both husband and
wife watched, she closed her long fingers around the firm organs,
crushing them with a sudden squeeze.

As the monster raised his arms and looked up into the night, the stone
floor began to shake. The large altar began to crack and the stone
circle around it vibrated and crumbled. The stone around the altar
disintegrated, opening a shaft eight feet in diameter. The altar
collapsed and fell into the deep well, carrying the blonde's screaming
husband into a swirling vortex of steam and smoke. The crowd chanted
loudly as a thick column of twisting fog exited the shaft and extended
up into the night.

"Come, my children," invited the giant, smiling. Chris and David
scampered to him from out of the darkness, waiting eagerly by his side.
"She is my gift to you. Do what you wish with her."
Removing the ropes from young blonde's wrists and ankles, he released
her pale shaking body to them.

They pounced on her like wild animals. David held her shoulders,
licking her face and breasts while Chris held her legs in the air as he
stood between them. They pulled her violently in opposite directions,
her terrified screams rising over the endless chanting. Chris worked
his way to her wet, swollen cunt, placing the head of his immense cock
at the entrance. With a quick shove, he filled her, enjoying her sudden
moans of pleasure. David's tongue entered her mouth, exploring the
depths of her body as it slowly snaked down her delicate throat.

They danced around the forbidding pit as they held her body in the air
between them. Chris repeatedly buried just over half of his enormous
cock in her, pounding the giant head against her tight cervix with each
thrust. Her small body was stretched and twisted, her mind reeling in
the confusion of the pleasure and pain she received. Chris' thrusts
became more violent, tearing the delicate tissues of her cervix and
vagina. As he began to fill her with his sperm, his cock tore through
her cervix, painfully penetrating her womb. She howled as the pain
overcame all other sensations. His hot cum filled her as they leaped
over the edge of the shaft and disappeared into the steaming vortex
below. She belonged to them now, condemned to an eternity of pain and
pleasure, taken to a place where they would share her with others even
more experienced in the torture of her young body.

Immediately the ground began to shake a second time. The pillar of
dense fog was sucked back into the shaft as the stone floor began to
reform. Within minutes, the stone had returned to its stark appearance,
the ancient altar reappearing before my eyes. For the first time
tonight, silence blanketed the clearing in the dark woods. The audience
stood quietly, waiting for their leader to speak.

He stood facing them, my wife by his side. Their perfect bodies stood
like sculptures in the flickering candlelight. He broke the silence
with his commanding voice.
"I have come before you tonight to wed this succulent woman. You will
be witnesses to our vows, our bond, and our lust for each other. To
become part of our family is a rare and special privilege. We make our
vows with respect and reverence to those most dear to us."

He turned to face my wife, her dazed eyes fixed on his. Running his
large hands over her shoulders and neck, he stroked her hair, beginning
his vows.
"I will satisfy you in every way. I will possess you and protect you. I
will pleasure you as no other man can. I will take you places yet
unimagined and return you more of a woman than any man can know."

Trembling with excitement, she began.
"I discard the flesh that was once my husband. He will never again know
the warmth of my body or the pleasure I can give. I will satisfy you
and you alone in every way. I will submit to you completely, body and
mind. I will be your wife and slut, giving myself to others at your
whim. I will follow you to places unimagined and return, sharing new
heights of ecstasy unknown to all but you.

He pulled her close to him, their mouths meeting, as she ran her hands
over his neck and massive shoulders. She welcomed his skilled tongue
deeply into her mouth as she pressed her breasts and cunt against his
hard body. She could feel his stiff erection against her belly as she
moved her hands over the familiar contours of his narrow, muscular ass.
I watched, sickened, as their passionate embrace continued for several
minutes.

He broke the embrace, again addressing his audience.
"We now invite you to share our first coupling as husband and wife. We
offer this display as proof of our vows and as a gesture to you of our
respect and belonging to our family."

She raised her arms over her head to allow him to remove the red lace
tunic. As he lifted it over her head, the crowd gasped at the sight of
her firm, chiseled body. Excited by the crowd's response, she quickly
peeled the elastic thong down his thick thighs, exposing his raging
cock and huge balls. She dropped to her knees, sucking the hard, purple
head into her mouth. She felt him grasp her by the hair, gently lifting
her back to her feet.
"It seems my new wife is impatient to begin!" he laughed. The audience
returned his laughter, forgiving her mistake.

He carried her to the altar, carefully laying her on the cold stone.
She immediately opened her legs, inviting him to take her. He stood
between her outstretched legs, watching her, waiting for the words. She
looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Fuck me," she whispered. "They
must hear you so they can share this," he coached. "Fuck me, please
fuck me!" she cried. "Make me cum! Cum in me, my husband!"

He lowered himself to her waiting body, slowly sliding the length of
his cock into her. She responded with a satisfied, "Yessss, oh
yesssss!" He slowly withdrew from her, his bobbing penis suspended
above her writhing hips. Clasping it with both hands, she moved the
purple head to her cunt and inserted it. Fingering his balls, she
pulled him closer, filling herself a second time with the full length
of his cock. He remained motionless, his organ buried deep within her
as he smiled down at her.

"Do you want my seed inside you, wife?"
"Please, fill me with your seed, husband."
He worked his hips in circles, keeping his penis deep inside her. My
wife moaned openly as he massaged her clitoris with fevered gyrations.
Her hands clutched his ass as she tilted her hips up to him, exposing
her swollen genitals to his grinding motion. Lowering his face to her,
their mouths met in a hungry kiss. He began to stroke her with his
cock, continuing to rotate his hips. She moaned louder as his immense
body covered her, his strong hands holding her beautiful face.

Soon her body began to shake as she released a constant, loud moan. Her
hips bucked wildly into his plunging cock, her fingers digging into his
muscular buttocks. He kept his mouth over hers as she came, as if
trying to ingest each of her muffled moans and cries. As she orgasmed,
his body stiffened, then began to release a gush of semen into her. The
hot stream of cum against her cervix sent her body into frenzied
spasms, intensifying her continuing orgasm to a level she had not
imagined. Cum leaked from her as her vagina overflowed, sending a small
river of semen down the side of the altar.

I was sickened by the view above them from where I was tied. His
massive body covered her from neck to crotch. The only parts of my wife
visible to me were her sweet face as her tongue wrestled with his in
their passionate kiss, and her long, firm legs as they squirmed and
flexed under him. Thick wads of cum ran from between her legs to the
edge of the altar, then spilled over the side, forming an expanding
puddle on the stone floor below.

While she came, he pulled his mouth from hers, turning her face toward
the audience to allow them to watch her joy as he sustained her
orgasm. She gasped and moaned loudly now, feeding the crowd with her
unrestrained passion. Applause rose from the murmuring crowd as they
showed her their appreciation.

Finally, their bodies stilled and relaxed. Panting, they rested,
recovering from the marathon of lust. After a few minutes, he rose to
his feet and faced the excited crowd. His long penis hung to mid thigh,
wet with his cum and my wife's juices.
"My wife and I thank you for witnessing our sacred event. You may now
receive our gift to you for your attendance."

A line formed at the foot of the altar as he led his followers, one by
one, to a position between my wife's open legs. Kneeling, they lowered
their mouths to her sopping cunt, drinking a small portion of their
leader's precious seed. She watched, smiling, as every man and woman in
the audience approached to taste her, to savor her new husband's gift
to them.

One by one, the members of the audience disappeared into the dark
woods. When the clearing was deserted, he lifted her in his huge arms
and approached me. He held his prize close to him, her tired head
resting on his wide chest. His cum still dripped from her crotch,
falling to the stone beneath them in thick globs. She nuzzled his
chest, licking him now and then as he cradled her beautiful body. He
watched me for a long time, showing me his victory, making sure I would
remember her surrender to him. Turning, he carried her into the black
night, leaving me tied and alone as thunder rumbled in the distance.
A sudden breeze chilled my naked body as a light rain began to fall,
washing the blood from my chest and belly. After what seemed like
hours, I drifted off into a deep sleep.





                              - Part IX -


I opened my eyes to familiar surroundings. Early morning sunlight
filtered through our bedroom window as my feet sank into the thick,
comforting carpet. The house was quiet, except for an occasional
passing car and a chorus of birds in the backyard. It was like waking
from a nightmare, relieved to find myself safe and secure, thankful for
the escape back to reality.

Quietly, carefully, I searched the house. Each time I found a room
empty, I feared that the next would contain the monster and his brood.
The absence of the terror and humiliation surrounding us over the past
days was almost too much to hope for. After several thorough
inspections, I was certain I was alone. I began to imagine the worst
for my wife. Was she safe? Had she left me? Her clothes and possessions
were untouched. Everything was as it should be. Could this all have
possibly been a dream or some kind of hallucination? What the hell was
going on?

Hunger began to gnaw at me as I remembered how little I had eaten over
the past few days. The breakfast I prepared was delicious and my
strength began to return. A badly needed shower was next. The torrent
of hot water was rejuvenating and relaxing. As my frayed nerves began
to recover, I felt a burning sensation over my groin. Looking down, I
saw the water turn pink as blood seeped from my lacerated scrotum. I
guessed the dream theory was out. I soaped myself gingerly, cleaning my
wounds. After cleaning up, I dressed, feeling like I was part of the
real world again.

I searched the house again for my wife, but couldn't find a trace of
her. Telling myself to relax, I decided to wait a while for her return,
probably from shopping or lunch with the girls. It was Saturday, and
she was frequently gone most of the day.

By evening, I became more concerned. By 2:00 am, I considered calling
the police. Was the monster still in our lives? Would he retaliate,
possibly harming her, if I pursued him?

After a sleepless night, Sunday passed without a word from her. By
Sunday night I was a wreck. Restlessly, I paced through the house and
drank, trying to decide what to do.

At midnight, the doorbell rang. I raced to the forier, anxiously
swinging open the front door. I turned to stone as I saw the monster
and my wife, hand-in-hand, waiting. Without a word they entered, the
giant smiling as he looked down at me. He wore an expensive suit and
was impeccably groomed. Although still huge, he could have passed for a
lawyer or a businessman. My wife stood beside him, her face showing a
nervous smile. She wore a beautiful black velvet gown, brushing the
floor as she walked. The neckline was low enough to reveal the top half
of both breasts, including a bit of her dark nipples at the border. As
she passed me, I noticed the back of the dress dipped to display the
two sharp dimples and crease of her perfect ass. They made themselves
at home on the sofa as I followed them into the living room for an
explanation.

He watched me calmly as he spoke in even tones.
"I hope you weren't worried, but every couple deserves a honeymoon."
My wife fidgeted beside him, watching me as he continued.
"I am returning my new wife here to live. You will care for her,
provide for her, and be a companion for her. You will not have sex with
her or attempt to excite her in any way. That is for me alone. The lust
she carries for me is strong, and you must come to terms with her
perpetual cravings. They are not for you to share. I will visit often
to enjoy her body and to provide relief from the heat within her. We
will spend time away from you, the length and purpose of which is not
your concern. You will find her changed in many ways, some undoubtedly
disturbing to you. You will live with her, grow accustomed to these
things, and accept them as conditions over which you have no control.
This is not your choice. I have decided this, and you will obey."

As he spoke, her hand rested on his huge thigh, stroking it while she
listened. She looked at me calmly, as though the arrangement was agreed
upon before their arrival. I saw no evidence of the drugs, but
something about her was very different.

"I have business to attend to, and will be leaving now."
He rose from the sofa and walked to the door. She followed him,
standing near him as he turned to leave. He smiled at her, and she
embraced him, straining to reach his wide mouth. Her hand went to his
erection, stroking and squeezing it through his suit. His hands trailed
down her bare back, circling the crevice between her buttocks,
returning up along the sides of her exposed torso, making her gasp as
he brushed the outer curves of her breasts.

"I must go," he replied. Breathless, she watched him leave, staring at
the door that closed behind him. Recovering slowly, she turned to me
with sympathy in her eyes. I went to her and held her, watching a tear
escape down her cheek. Putting her arms around me, she cried softly,
her face buried in my chest. She was so beautiful, so vulnerable, her
body soft and hard at the same time.

As my erection reached its full size, she felt it against her flat
stomach. Immediately she pushed me away, running to the bathroom and
slamming the door. Coming closer, I could hear her gagging and vomiting
on the other side of the door. After ten or fifteen minutes she
returned, glaring at me, keeping her distance.
"I'm sorry. I love you, but the thought of you fucking me makes me ill.
I can't help it; it's the way I am now. I'm sorry, but I can only be
with him now."

I couldn't face her. My head was swimming as I bolted out the door. I
jumped in the car, hoping a drive would clear my head.

I returned several hours later, still upset. As I entered the house, I
heard my wife's voice. Walking quietly to our bedroom, I listened to
her conversation on the phone.
"But I need you now. My cunt is aching and wet. I want you inside me. I
need to lick your balls and suck your hard cock. ... Yes, I know, but I
can't wait that long! .. No, he got an erection after you left, but it
made me sick. ... But- ... yes, I understand. ... Yes ...Yes ... OK ...
I will. ...I understand. ...OK ... I'm yours, my husband."

I peered around the corner as she hung up the phone. She was on the
bed, wearing only her slip, staring at the ceiling. Her legs were drawn
up, and I could see she was naked underneath. Her open legs framed her
swollen cunt. Her juices gleamed as they soaked the bedding beneath
her. She played with her breasts, hands moving under the sheer, black
slip.

I couldn't take any more. I charged into the room to the bed.
"What are you doing? Was that him on the phone? How long do you think I
can stand this?"
She looked at me from the bed, still playing with her stiffened
nipples, not bothering to stop.
"I'm sorry, I told you I can't help it! I need sex so badly, but it has
to be with him! He won't even let me masturbate! I'm in as much agony
as you are! How can I possibly live like this!"

Pulling her hands from under the slip in frustration, she began to cry,
the smell of her sex filling the room. What could I do? Her excited
body had made me hard again, but comforting her in my obvious condition
would only make her sick. I walked slowly from the room, hoping she
could help herself. I poured the first of many drinks, trying to deaden
the pain the monster had again inflicted.

The next few days were increasingly difficult. We barely talked, each
knowing the pain we caused the other. While in the house, she wore only
a cotton shirt tied at the front. Her jostling breasts flirted with me
each time the top fell open to reveal the soft flesh that now belonged
to him. She stayed naked from the waist down, as he requested. He had
warned her that if she was not ready, with her cunt exposed, he would
refuse to satisfy her the next time he arrived. Her long, sculptured
thighs were constantly slick with the liquids that flowed unendingly
from her dripping cunt. It sickened me to know that her blatant display
of lust was fired only by the creature that caused our misery.

One day, just after noon, a package arrived for her. She had rushed to
the door, hoping it was him. The mailman stared at her, taking in her
body as she signed for the package, mortified at her mistake. Opening
the shoebox-sized parcel, she read the letter inside.

    Dear wife,

    Enclosed is an assortment of condoms. You will show your
    love for me by filling them with cum. You may drain any man you
    wish (except your house companion) in any manner you wish. Collect
    each of your newfound lover's semen in a separate condom, tie the
    end, and save them for me. When you accumulate 12 cum-filled
    condoms, I will reward you with an intense sexual experience,
    bathing you in ecstasies you can not imagine. Enjoy yourself as you
    milk these men of their semen, and think of me as they shoot their
    hot cum into your beautiful, desperate body.

                                                 Your anxious husband

Without a word, she disappeared into the bedroom carrying the box.
Minutes later she reappeared, having added a pair of tiny red shorts
and sandals to her outfit. I noticed several packs of the brightly
colored condoms stuffed in her purse as she hurried out the door.

As the week passed, she brought home several used condoms each day.
Refusing to tell me where she "filled" them, my imagination began to
torture me. She retrieved them from everywhere - work (her lecherous
boss?), the gym (a sweaty personal trainer?), and movies (another
stranger?). She dressed seductively each night and went out for hours,
sometimes returning with two or three trophies for her master. She
displayed her cum collection in a large glass bowl which she placed at
the head of our bed, reminding me to keep my distance when we shared
the bed. I was forced to accept her treasures when she returned, then
place the slimy, knotted sacks into the bowl. It was also my job to
keep track of the total, informing her immediately when she acquired
a sufficient number to earn the fevered stroking of her master's always
erect cock.

By the following Saturday she had collected sixteen condoms, five of
them on Friday night. I heard her make the call to him, talking softly
in the bedroom. Her hand entered her open blouse, playing with her
breasts as she received his praise for her obedience and devotion. She
answered him breathlessly, with short responses and low, throaty moans.
She leaked freely onto the bedding where she sat, lubricating her
thighs as she rubbed them together, feeling the warmth spread from her
wet genitals to her belly and breasts. I was sickened to see how
intensely she responded to his voice. I felt I had truly lost her.

Seeing me at the door, she closed and locked it, preparing herself for
his arrival later that night. After an hour, she reappeared in the
clothes she had selected for his anticipated visit. She wore a white,
lace half-bra, exposing and lifting her breasts and nipples forward,
offering them to his waiting hands. A narrow, white satin braid circled
her slim waist. Another section of braid ran from front to back, buried
in her swollen labia and the crevice of her perfect ass. Small gold
rings fastened it in the front and back to the elegant braided belt.
Covering her body from neck to toes was a sheer white gown, held in
place by a gold collar. The nearly transparent covering accented her
firm, tan body as she moved enticingly beneath it.

He had requested that I also dress for the occasion. Naked, I wore only
a leather strap around my cock and balls attached to a long gold chain.
Forced to allow my wife to again insert one of his capsules into my
ass, my cock sprang to attention in front of me, its head wet with
droplets of my pre-cum. She held my chain as she paced in front of the
door, waiting for his arrival.

Very soon the doorbell rang. My wife lunged for the door as I tried to
prepare myself for the perversion and humiliation of the long night
ahead.





                              - Part X -


He filled the open door with his huge frame, seemingly larger each time
he appeared. His thickly veined arms sprouted from the sides of
the black tank top that clung to him like a second skin. Mountainous
knots of muscle strained at the fabric that covered his chest and
stomach. The white spandex shorts left nothing to the imagination,
showing a clear outline of his perpetual erection. I watched my wife as
her eyes were drawn to it, following the thick cord along the bottom of
the pulsating shaft to the sharply flared glans straining to escape
from the waistband. His thighs nearly touched both sides of the door
frame, bulging with tight bands of hard, woven muscle. His presence was
so intimidating that my pulse pounded and my body shook in fear of what
he was capable of this evening.

He entered, now having to duck to clear the top of the entrance to our
home. My wife stood in awe of his towering, impressive physique. Once
inside, he smiled at her hungrily, enjoying her longing body, displayed
in a way that was calculated to excite him. He finally broke the tense
silence.

"Well, aren't you going to kiss your husband?"
She approached him, eagerly reaching for his waiting lips. He lowered
his face to hers, drinking the liquid from her warm, soft mouth. Her
throat pulsed rhythmically as she wrestled and probed his tongue with
hers. Her taught body stretched to meet him, showing the sculptured
lines of her legs, ass and waist.

He released her, their eyes remaining locked in knowing, silent
communication. He turned slightly toward the open door, looking behind
him as he spoke.
"I've brought you a playmate tonight," he said softly.
As he stepped aside, she entered, standing beside him with the same
evil grin. I remembered that grin. This tall, muscular, black woman
delivered the unfortunate blonde's husband to our house the night he
was initiated. She was dressed the same as he, her large breasts
bouncing under the tank top. Portions of the black globes overflowed
through the open sections on each side, just in front of her large,
firm arms. The elastic white shorts molded her protruding mound,
already showing a damp stain along the vertical crevice between her
incredibly large labia. She had the physique of a female bodybuilder,
except for the jutting breasts capped with large, stiff nipples. Her
smooth, ebony skin was stretched tightly over a well-muscled frame that
promised a long night of humiliation and perversion.

She walked to my wife, drooling at this succulent prey. Reaching out,
she examined the sheer, white material, running it through her fingers
as she leered, waiting for my wife's reaction. My wife looked confused,
unfamiliar with the advances of another woman. He watched her response
with interest and amusement.

Suddenly, violently, she ripped the delicate covering from my wife's
body. My startled wife stood her ground, her face and shaking body
showing her growing apprehension. She looked to him for guidance, for
answers to questions she had never been asked. He responded with
emptiness from cold eyes she dreaded remembering.

The amazon again raised her muscular arms, this time stroking my wife's
pouting breasts with her long, black fingers. She brought her
fingertips to the nipples, feeling them stiffen as she rolled and
pinched them. Excited by my wife's discomfort, she breathed the words
softly into my wife's face.
"Hello, Beauty. My name's Agony. Won't you come play with me?"
She stood silently, shaking, not knowing how to respond. She expected
him to satisfy her tonight, to fill her with his hard cock, to make her
cum again and again until she found some relief to the urges that
tortured her. Bewildered by this turn of events, she struggled to
separate her heat of sexual frustration from the advances of this
beautiful black lesbian.

"It's not polite to snub my friend, dear," mocked the giant. "Tell her
you're sorry, then kiss and make up."
"I'm sorry," my wife muttered, looking into the amazon's liquid, brown
eyes. She winced slightly as he prodded her, then pressed herself
against Agony's hard breasts as their mouths joined in a deep kiss. Her
body trembled as feminine black hands caressed her back, then found
her firm buttocks, pulling them apart, trying to find the wet wings of
swollen flesh just out of reach. Her mind reeled as she felt the tip
of a soft finger massage, then enter her ass. She let out a short moan
as she desperately tried to fight the cravings that grew daily within
her over the past week.

After toying with her for several minutes, Agony released her, asking
again, "Come on Beauty, will you play with me?" She had no choice.
"Yes," she answered.

We all headed for the living room. Agony had spied my chain. Gleefully
recovering the loose end, she led me behind her, yanking hard now and
then to hear me yelp. "You don't seriously let this disgusting thing
touch you?" she asked my wife.
"Not any more, it makes me ill."
"It makes me ill, too," she said, laughing. Handing the end of my chain
to the monster, she continued, "Please keep this pathetic bag of cum
away from us. It's making both of us sick!" He chuckled as he accepted
the chain, leading me to an iron railing near the stairs at the far end
of the room. He passed the chain between my legs, tying and locking it
to the waist-high railing behind me. I was forced to stand against the
cold metal railing, my cock and balls tied tightly to it from behind.
He returned to his chair without saying a word, watching my wife and
his "friend" eye each other, waiting in the center of the room.

"I love how you've dressed for me tonight," began Agony in her soft,
mesmerizing tones. Her voice was soothing, sexy, intoxicating; an eerie
mismatch to her imposing stature.
"And these, mmmm, so soft, white, and creamy."
She lowered her mouth to my wife's breasts, licking them and sucking at
the hardened nipples until they glistened with her saliva.

"Now, you do me," she cooed. My wife hesitated, then pulled Agony's top
up over her head and off her outstretched arms. Her breasts were even
larger than my wife's. They jutted forward, the large, dark nipples
extending, moving like small fingers reaching out for her touch.
Reluctantly, she lowered her face to Agony's heaving, black tits,
taking one of the large nipples into her mouth. She struggled with her
desire as she tongued and sucked both nipples, then her breasts,
finally wetting her entire chest.
"Ohhh, Beauty, you sweet-tongued angel. Mmmmm, don't we play well
together?"

Agony's praises and encouragements continued as my wife worked below
her. The taste of her breasts was a mixture of vanilla and spice,
surprisingly pleasing as she covered every inch with her lapping
tongue. She caught brief whiffs of Agony's sex as the sweet, rich odor
rose to entice her. The delicious tastes and smells of Agony's excited
body softened her resistance a bit, as she relaxed and warmed with each
compliment.

She cradled my wife's face in her hands, tilting it up to look into her
blue eyes.
"I want to see you, Beauty. Show me all of you, please?"
Her voice was irresistible. My wife stood before her, slowly removing
the last vestiges of her scanty outfit. After presenting the items to
her master, she stood naked and shaking before her "playmate". She felt
the wetness between her legs spread to the insides of her thighs. Her
nipples burned as they continued to stiffen and pucker. She was
unexpectedly embarrassed, not at her blatant sexual display, but
because she was being teased and tempted by another woman.

"Would you like to see me too? Do you want me naked, Beauty?"
Again hesitating, she murmured, "Yes".
"We're friends now. You can call me Agony."
"Yes, Agony."
Slowly she peeled the tight pants over her wide hips and down Agony's
long black legs. As she knelt to remove the pants and shoes, the sweet
odor of her dripping vagina assaulted her senses. It attracted her,
made her mouth water, like the smell of freshly baked bread.

"Go ahead, you can taste me if you like."
As Agony spread her legs, my wife rested both hands on her hard, black
thighs and slowly ran her tongue along the juicy slit. It tasted
incredible - so sweet, so satisfying! It entered her system,
finding her pleasure centers, locking on to them and stimulating them
like an addictive drug. She licked her again, this time lingering at
the liquid center, drinking her juices. Her mouth covered Agony's cunt,
sucking loudly as the secretions stimulated her. Her tongue danced over
Agony's inner labia and clitoris, trying to produce more of the
succulent nectar.

Agony's hips began to rock as my wife tongued her. She talked to her as
she worked.
"Ohhh, yes, my Beauty. Lick me, my pet. Mmmmm, you're sooo good. That's
it. Oh yes, put it inside me. Now lick me again, my sweet. Drink as
much of me as you want, it's all for you, my Beauty. Ohhhh, ohhhh,
OHHHHH!"
Agony thrashed in orgasm as she bucked against my poor wife's face.
Falling onto her back from the lesbian's viscous thrusts, face soaked
with her juices, she watched her finish her orgasm. Her hard, black,
body twitched and jerked, then recovered, smiling down at my dazed
wife.
"Mmmmm, I like playing with you," she purred.
"Would you like to cum too, my Beauty?"
"Yes, Agony," answered my wife, this time without hesitation.

She went to the giant and returned to my wife holding a huge, black
phallus. It jiggled slightly as she held it by the base where several
leather straps were attached. "Do you recognize it?" she asked, as she
displayed its full length to my wife. "No, Agony. I'm not sure what you
mean," she replied.
"It's an exact replica of my darling Chris' penis. You probably
remember it, filling your hungry pussy with his cum until you were
swimming in a pool of his sperm. He is one of my favorites, but then
again, every child is special in his own way."

"Come, my Beauty, up on the sofa so I can pleasure you."
My wife crawled the short distance to the sofa. Lying on her back, she
curled one leg over the edge, cautiously opening herself to her
playmate. She watched Agony fasten the straps around her firm butt and
narrow waist, the giant black cock bobbing in front of her. Climbing
between my wife's open legs, she covered her with her large, well
muscled body. Supported on her hands, suspended above her, she slowly
licked my wife's neck and face. Her tongue teased her, penetrating her
open lips only to retreat, circle her mouth, then enter her again.
After several minutes of teasing, my wife's hands circled her neck,
drawing her close for a long, deep kiss. Agony held the tip of the
dildo at the entrance of my wife's gaping vagina, working it in small
circles over her labia and clitoris. The amazon licked her repeatedly,
from ears to nipples, collecting and examining the flavors of her
surrendering body.

Agony returned to her mouth again, probing deeply into her throat as
she inched the firm, black likeness of her own son inside. My wife let
a soft moan escape as it stretched her, remembering the ecstasy she
received at the end of Chris' throbbing organ. Agony lowered her body,
pinning my wife helplessly under her as she continued to drive the
black cock deeper. Suddenly, my wife moaned loudly as the supple dildo
entered her completely, probing her sensitive cervix. Agony began to
grind her mound into my helpless wife, each clitoris sliding over the
other as their orgasms approached. My wife's moans had turned to loud
cries.
"Oh...oh...please Agony, fuck me! Make me cum! Oh God, you feel so
good!"
"Yes...Yes, my Beauty. Soon...soon I'll make you cum. I want to taste
you, to drink your juices as you come in my mouth, as you did to me."

Quickly unstrapping the dildo, she moved down to taste her boiling
cunt. She worked the dildo against my wife's cervix as she eagerly
licked the straining lips and clitoris above it. Finally, after working
her tongue in several quick figure-eights directly on her engorged
clit, my wife exploded, screaming and kicking in a crashing orgasm.
Agony withdrew the phallus as she came, fastening her mouth over her
vacant hole, drinking and sucking secretions that flowed from her. My
wife continued to spasm uncontrollably, as Agony flashed a knowing
smile to the giant across the room. After several minutes, it appeared
that my wife would orgasm to exhaustion. Finally, Agony lowered herself
on top of her thrashing body, stroking her face and talking to her in
soft, quiet phrases.

"There, there, my pet. It's OK. Shhhh...Agony is here with you. Listen
to my voice, my Beauty. Shhhh...Shhhh...that's it. Relax and listen to
me, my sweet. Ahh yes, how beautiful you are when you cum. That's it.
Agony is here for you."

She stroked her body gently as she talked her down from what appeared
to be an unending orgasm. My wife breathed easier as the lesbian
continued to fondle her belly and breasts, now quietly whispering in
her ear. Then, pulling her close, my wife kissed her softly and
sensuously, collapsing back onto the sofa with a faraway smile of newly
found satisfaction.

Agony rose from the sofa and walked over to me, giving the giant a
smile and a wink as she strolled past him. She grinned as she looked
into my worried eyes, then dropped her gaze to my erect penis. The drug
still controlled me, my cock throbbing and jerking uncontrollably as a
small stream of pre-cum continued to flow down the underside of the
turgid shaft. Her stunning presence made it difficult to control the
maddening heat as my hips began to thrust forward slightly for relief.

Extending a long index finger, she slowly traced a line from my
scrotum, along the bottom of the shaft, to the sensitive head.
Lingering there, she circled the gaping eye, spreading the clear liquid
over the hard knob. The sensation was agonizing. Her touch was just
firm enough to tease, inflaming my lust as she tortured me.

She removed her finger, examining the sticky coating with a disgusted
look. Thrusting it in front of my face, she purred, "This is your
little mess. Why don't you clean Agony." The words washed over me like
a warm wave. It was soothing, irresistible. She pressed the wet tip of
her finger to my lips. I opened and accepted it, closing my mouth
around the long delicate digit as she slowly removed it. I swallowed
repeatedly, but the musky taste remained.

My wife stared at the floor, unable to stomach the degrading scene. She
flinched as he entered her mind.
"YOU WILL WATCH HIS HUMILIATION. IT WILL BECOME A PART OF YOU."
She forced herself to look back at us, now part of Agony's next little
game.

She continued to tease my jerking cock, feeding me the sticky residue
with each trace of her skilled fingers. I struggled, thrusting my
inflamed member back and forth, trying to touch anything that might
give me relief. Bringing me to the edge of orgasm a dozen times, she
skillfully prolonged my release. Her soft, sexy voice drove me wild as
she played with me.

"Mmmmm...that's it...lick your sticky cum from my fingers. Oooo,
doesn't that taste good? Agony loves feeding you like this. Want some
more? There, another mouthful for you. Goood...now clean me...that's
right. Oh, good boy! You've eaten every drop! Now, clean me again. Oh,
very good."
She smiled sweetly as she wiped the remaining traces of saliva and pre-
cum on my chest.

Her distended mound then began to swell. I saw the outer lips engorge
and separate releasing a flood of syrupy liquid down the hard insides
of her thighs. The intoxicating odor engulfed me, hot and sweet, from
between her legs. I inhaled deeply, unable to resist the delicious
aroma. She sensuously inserted a finger between her sopping labia,
withdrawing a glob of the honey she produced. As before, she brought it
to my lips, allowing me to suck every drop from the finger as it
explored my hungry mouth. Filling myself with it, I felt it entering my
brain, seeking out the connections that give pleasure, engulfing and
controlling them. I drew it into me repeatedly, the hunger for it
suddenly more urgent than my screaming sexual heat.

Agony knelt before me, carefully clasping my cock in both hands.
Sucking the head into her mouth, I felt her probing tongue at the
dripping entrance, the tip trying to work its way inside. To my horror,
I felt her tongue enter me and begin to travel up my urethra. Spinning
and twisting, the sensation was more than enough to put me over the
edge, as I felt the crushing orgasm begin. The intensity was
indescribable. It surrounded me, invaded me, separated me from reality,
as it unleashed an assault on every nerve in my body. Pure sensations
of pleasure at maximum intensity gripped me with unrelenting tenacity.
White-hot streams of pure lust and abandon ripped through my body as I
thrashed against the iron railing. I felt her impossibly long, snake-
like tongue continue to invade me, now squirming against bowel and
bladder, lashing at me from deep within my own belly.

The orgasm sustained its intensity, feeding on itself as I spasmed
helplessly. As she withdrew her tongue, I looked down to see the thin,
wet appendage disappear into the face of a hideous creature. Part
reptilian, part something indescribable, it glared at me through red,
slitted eyes. Jagged teeth lined its gaping, wet maw. Moving tendrils
of raw flesh crawled over its bulbous head as it snarled and hissed at
me. Its squat, deformed body jumped with excitement as it watched me
cum. Pleasure and terror stabbed at me in equal measures as I felt I
had descended into the depths of hell.

Glancing away from the horrific sight, I looked back to find Agony
again kneeling before me. Licking her full lips, she stood and smiled
sweetly, watching me continue to cum, avoiding the jet of semen
spraying from my thrusting cock. My wife and the giant soon joined her,
all three watching me with curious enjoyment.

The giant turned my wife to face him, then kissed her deeply, holding
her naked, waiting body against him. She responded at once, rubbing her
cunt against him shamelessly. Agony watched them, her mouth watering.
Grasping her tight, round ass, the monster lifted my wife into the air,
lowering her slowly onto his thick cock. She moaned as she held him,
her hungry tongue licking at his immense bare chest. He raised and
lowered her on his cock while she tongued him feverishly, allowing me
to watch him plunge in and out of her clutching vagina.

Agony went to her knees in front of them, licking the stretched crevice
between my wife's smooth, firm buttocks, then taking his dangling balls
into her mouth. Finally she returned to my wife, inserting her long
tongue into her ass, licking and probing. My wife orgasmed immediately,
triggering his release of boiling cum into her belly. It filled her
quickly, a new wave of thick, white goo gushing from her with each of
his firm strokes. Agony collected the cum in both hands, spreading it
over my wife's body from head to toe. Soon she was covered with a
slick, shiny coating of his sticky emissions.

She felt Agony's hard body press against her from behind, kneading and
stretching her ass cheeks. She panicked as she felt the slippery bulb
of the huge black phallus push against her anus. His eyes locked onto
hers, probing her with his will.
"YOU WILL OPEN YOURSELF TO HER. I WILL GUIDE YOU TO A PLACE OF NEW
JOY."

It entered her, straining and stretching the walls of her bowels. She
held his gaze, allowing him to relax her, to lead her to his
destination. The constant pressure continued to fill her, stimulating
the now relaxed opening as it slowly eased over the sensitive brown
ring. Agony embraced her from behind, hands gliding over her breasts
and belly, finally arriving at the damp valley where his thick root
entered her. As she stroked and rolled my wife's engorged clitoris, she
drove the rubbery shaft to its limit, pressing her black belly against
her quivering ass. My wife shrieked and moaned between them, consumed
with an orgasm unlike any she had experienced. They stretched her, then
crushed her between their strong bodies, totally filling her with
synchronized strokes. Suspended between them, she struggled to embrace
both demons, craving them equally. Agony and the monster exchanged
knowing smiles, each showing appreciation for the other's insidious
skills.

The three of them performed act after act of lust and perversion in
front of me while I hung against the railing, jerking and thrashing.
Finally exhausted, they collapsed in a heap of warm flesh while I
continued to thrust and spurt my cum onto the drenched carpet.

Just before I collapsed into unconsciousness, I saw my wife proudly
present the monster with the sixteen cum-filled condoms she had
collected for him, her payment for his generous gift to her.

