The Downslide

Consolation

I went home angry and dejected. How had we come to this, and so quickly? Here was I alone and my wife was off having who knows what done to her. That evening a taxi pulled up in the street and I heard our front gate open.  My heart was pounding as I raced to the door expecting to see my wife returning home. I opened the door and was confronted by a stranger. At the same moment I received a text message on my phone. “Your wife is being looked after. Here’s a consolation prize.” The woman stepped from the darkness into our hallway and quickly disrobed. On seeing her naked body I recognised her as the forty something beauty I had noticed on our first night. It was her but something seemed oddly different.

“I am here for your pleasure Sir.” “Shouldn’t you be at home with your husband?” I retorted. “The club ordered me here Sir. Tonight my duty is to be here.” What the fuck? Here was a married woman standing naked in my hallway because she had been instructed to by the club. What the hell was going on? Suddenly she stepped forward and kissed my mouth as her hand began to caress my groin. I pushed her away and looked at her. “Are you insane?” I asked. “You are married to somebody else.” “Yes I am daddy, but the club owns me now and I am here for you. Whatever you desire, I am here.”

As I looked at her I noticed something rather strange. Her lips seemed to be fixed in a scarlet red colour, as if they had been tattooed. “Have your lips been tattooed?” She nodded. “We are all tattooed daddy.” It is the club’s mark of ownership. “And you just accepted that? Your husband accepted that?” She shrugged. “No choice. We were backed into a corner. There was nowhere to go. So here I am, and here you are. Your wife is somewhere and you are alone.” “You’ve been where she is?” She placed a finger to my lips and lifted my hand to her breast. “She’ll come back to you and you will find her … improved.”

She moaned into my mouth as I flicked my thumb across her dark nipple. She moaned louder as I slowly pinched then twisted it. She left off the kiss and smiled at me with lust-filled eyes as I slowly tormented her nipple. “My husband loves what came back to him, even if it is no longer his.” As one hand continued on the nipple I reached down to stroke her cunt. It was strangely open and very wet. She almost came as I churned my fingers in the soft opening. “Fuck me please daddy. I need it. I need it so bad. I am so bad and I can’t get enough.” She knelt on the floor then positioned herself on all fours, slowly raising her ass to me.

I squatted behind her as I released my inflamed cock. Her shapely round ass was lifted to me, inviting me to take her. I could smell her arousal as I guided my cock into her wet opening. She moaned like a whore as I took her hips in my hands and rammed her back against me. She grunted as she took each hard thrust. Almost involuntarily I began to slap her ass each time I rammed into her. She mewed like a kitten as I worked her this way, my anger at the situation rising again as it had done earlier with the redhead. I groaned out as I began to cum: “Take this back to your fucking husband, you fucking bitch.” I held her ass full against me as I spewed my sperm into her womb then stood and walked into the lounge. She followed like a puppy and gently cleaned me with her mouth.

Over the following weeks I received visits from various women, including the wife of the friend who had introduced me to the club. They all had the tattooed scarlet lips and strangely open labia of the first woman to visit me, and they all talked and acted like whores. I wondered how my wife would be on her return. My friend’s wife received harsh treatment from me. I tied and whipped her before fucking her hard. I left her tied and return some time later to whip her again then take her in the ass. As with some of the others my anger was played out against these poor, helpless women.

The slide

My questions about my own wife were answered in an email that arrived two weeks after she had been ushered out of the manager’s office. Attached was a link to a video file. I was aghast as it opened on an image of Jennifer standing naked and chained, her arms and legs were spread wide. Her face held a look of total fear. The date and time on the recording showed that it was the day we had visited the Club Manager. The camera panned all over her body then panned out. Within minutes the Club Manager walked in and circled her. Her breathing seemed to deepen as he approached her. Gripping her face he forced her to look into his eyes. “I gave you an order earlier and you hesitated.” “But I …” He slapped her hard, bringing tears to her eyes.

“Listen to me cunt. From today, from this moment, your life has changed. The quicker you get accustomed to that fact the better off we will all be. You don’t speak unless told to. Do you understand?” She nodded meekly. “I fucking own you, got it!’ To emphasise the point he gripped her left breast and squeezed it hard. She winced in pain as he held his grip, sadistically watching her eyes. Still holding her tit he spoke again. Her eyes darted around as she tried to deal with the pain and the confusion that must have been banging around inside her head. “You will refer to me as Master.” She nodded. “All other men are Sir. Regardless of who they are. You are slut, slave, cunt. Those are the only terms you are to use in referring to yourself.” He gripped her tit harder and commanded: “Understood?” She nodded and slowly spoke the words “Yes Master.”

He released his grip and walked over to a rack on the wall. After slowly pondering the devices stored there he selected a large vibrator. Walking back he leant in to kiss her mouth. As she reluctantly accepted the kiss he turned it on and began rubbing it back and forth over her labia. Her eyes closed and breathing deepened as he intensified the kiss and increased the pressure on her pussy. Slowly drawing it forward he rested it against her clitoral hood as he released the kiss. She moaned as the thing massaged her swelling genitals and her hips began to buck forward involuntarily. Suddenly her withdrew the implement, leaving her writhing on the edge of an orgasm.

He returned to the rack and picked up a plaited leather stockwhip. Her eyes opened wide in terror as he walked back and began to brush it over her skin. “A slave needs to learn her place, cunt.” With those words he stepped behind her and began what was to be the first of many brutalising acts inflicted on my dear wife. The first horrific blows landed on her bottom. She wailed like a banshee as the leather cord cut three vicious welts across her cheeks. He walked close behind her and whispered something in her ear then pressed the butt of the whip between her legs and began fucking her with it. The fingers of his other hand started rubbing her clit until she almost orgasmed. As she edged he stopped and roughly withdrew the whip.

She was crying, whimpering and pleading pathetically as he moved to her front. “I’m going easy today cunt, believe me.” With that he landed five harsh blows across her hips, stomach and tits. She shuddered, wailed and blubbered as each savage blow cut her flesh. He then returned to fucking her with the whip. This time he forced an intense orgasm from her shuddering body. I was stunned, horrified and intoxicated as this sadist worked my wife’s body and mind in ways I had not imagined possible. As she shuddered and moaned he dropped the whip and gripped her pussy. “Who owns this?” “You do Master.” “What do you say when I give you my attention?” She looked into his face, confused. His grip tightened. “What does a good cunt say when she is touched by her Master?” Hesitantly she replied: “Thank you Master.” He loosened his grip with the words: “That will do cunt.” She was left hanging in the chains as she sobbed into an empty room.

The following day I waited in trepidation as another scene downloaded. Here was a woman chained by the wrists to a wall. She was naked as she knelt on hard concrete waiting for … I had no idea. My heart raced as I saw that this was my Jennifer. As she waited the camera panned over her body. She was the same woman I knew. I noticed a date on the film – it had been taken the day after I last saw her. Following the eye of the camera I noted welts and bruising on her body. She appeared totally dispirited.

A man walked in. He was hooded, muscled and brought with him a sense of dread. Jennifer looked up fearfully as he stood over her. He muttered something to which she replied: ‘Yes Sir.” I made out his voice demanding: “Beg for it.” She looked up in fear. “Please Sir, this worthless cunt needs your ministry. She is begging Sir. She craves it.” He dragged her to her feet. Her wrists remained attached to the wall, forcing her to bend over. Suddenly her ass was flailed with a leather cat-of-nine-tails. She howled as he laid blow after blow on her. At a command she parted her legs and screamed as he laid the cat across her pussy. Almost instantly he jammed a large vibrator against her clitoris.

She shuddered in pain and arousal as he kept it hard against her. Leaning to her face he demanded: “What are you.” “A cunt.” Was the quick reply. He jammed the vibrator between her labia as she came violently. He left the room and she collapsed onto the floor. The camera remained focused on her as she knelt uncomfortably and gradually nodded off to sleep. As I watched her head bob I wondered how long she had endured this treatment. I had heard that people’s minds broke quickly when they are deprived of sleep. Suddenly she was shocked into wakefulness as a bucket of cold water was thrown over her. She was unhitched from the wall and led away in a confused state.

The next day an email arrived with a new attachment. The scene opened with her spreadeagled face down on a brass bed. She was grunting and humping the bed and as the camera panned around I saw that the same vicious vibrator had been strapped between her legs. The rough looking man entered the scene wielding a syringe with no needle. He inserted this into her bucking ass and slowly released the full contents into her guts. The fluid must have entered her bloodstream quickly and she began to moan loudly as the humping increased. She began to convulse violently as a huge orgasm overtook her. As she thrashed about in her bindings the man straddled her and pushed his cock into her ass. In her current state she fucked back against him as he grunted. She muttered: “Thank you Sir, Thank you Sir.” Over and over as she continued to convulse, impaled on his cock. He eventually came in her and pulled out. He released the vibrator then clipped a leash to her collar before unbinding her. She was led away and the scene switched to her caressing and kissing the man who had tortured and abused her. I watched it over and over, wanking myself silly as I witnessed my wife being abused and inexorably broken.

Over the following days a series of emails arrived, each with a video link. They chronicled my wife’s journey into total submission. I watched, voyeuristically aroused as she was forced to service individual men, groups of men and, in a scene that horrified me, she was reduced to a point I had never envisaged.

As I opened one link I was confronted with a strange scene. Here was Jennifer naked, her collar chained tightly to a concrete floor, her ankles spread slightly and her buttocks raised. She had been arranged to face the camera that slowly panned around to her rear then back to a side view. She was breathing heavily, her eyes darting in all directions. Unlike some of the previous scenes she appeared to be fully cognisant of her situation and surroundings. Fear was evident in her eyes, which seemed to focus on a person out of the shot. She seemed to be pleading for approval from this person.

Within moments a Doberman loped into the scene. The dog walked straight to her rear and began nuzzling her. The camera panned from her pussy to her face as the dog began to lick her out. Her eyes bulged widely then within seconds she was moaning as the dog’s long tongue caressed her labia and invaded her vagina. She was close to cumming when the dog reared up onto her. With its forelegs straddling her waist it jabbed around frantically until it’s large erect canine penis entered her. Jennifer’s eyes widened again as she came with the hound humping her mercilessly. Her orgasm seemed to continue unabated as the dog kept rutting her. Eventually the dog turned but remained knotted to her for some time. The scene faded out with the dog licking her buttocks. The words “Doberman’s bitch” rattled around in my head.

The final movie file arrived in my inbox the following day. By now I had witnessed so much. I had been so invariably shocked and aroused by the vicious treatment my wife had received and felt that there could be no more surprises. I realised my error when the film rezzed onto my screen. It was a poorly lit and rather dimly resolved scene that appeared to have been captured on a surveillance camera. There was no audio and the scene played out silently. I made out what appeared to be a warehouse or basement. I could see a dozen naked black men standing around the sides of the room. Within about twenty seconds a naked woman was dragged into the room on a leash. She was struggling, almost desperate and appeared to be pleading with her handler. I recognised her as my sweet wife and the handler as the Club Manager.

She seemed to be begging as he unclipped her leash and said something to the other men. It appeared that she wet herself as she was unleashed. She tried to run but was quickly trapped in a circle of these muscular men. I watched appalled yet mesmerised as they began to punch and beat her. She staggered around the circle in an increasingly agitated state as blow after blow was landed on her. Eventually she fell to the floor where she was kicked and punched repeatedly. As she lay, apparently sobbing, as the twelve circled on her and began masturbating. Almost in unison they showered her with ropey white semen then left the room. The camera remained on her lying injured and bleeding on the concrete floor, then eventually faded out.

I sat, stunned by what I had just seen. Another email appeared in my inbox. It stated bluntly – You will see her in two months. That night I felt more empty than I had done during this whole horrifying process.