- Part II -
Minutes seemed like hours as we waited for my wife to reappear. While
David explored the rest of our home, Chris removed the laces from my
other shoe, tying it to my leash to increase its length. Their leader
was quiet. Sprawled on the sofa, arms outstretched, he seemed to be
meditating, or in some kind of trance. He was so still, his massive,
well-muscled body resembled a larger-than-life sculpture. As I looked
at him, there were short periods when his face seemed to lose all
detail, as if just that part of him would go out of focus for a few
seconds, then return, sharper than ever. Just as strange was the eerie
silence during the wait. No one spoke, although frequently Chris would
suddenly stare at his leader's face for several minutes, then continue
to extend my leash.
Shortly after she left the room, he explained that the capsules my wife
had obediently ingested were a "cocktail" he had recently invented.
One pill was a revolutionary hormone therapy, the other a new anti-
depressant. When taken together, they created an insatiable sexual
appetite and also caused all inhibitions to vanish. "A real slut-
maker!" he promised. I doubted the extent of its effect, assuming he
was exaggerating to make me more uncomfortable.
Just as I began to worry that my wife's deadline would soon pass, she
returned. She circled the room and stopped directly in front of her
new master. I could not believe what I saw. She was naked, as ordered.
Her dark silky hair hung to her shoulders, just caressing the velvet
olive skin. Her eyes were wide but calm, emphasizing the deep blue
that radiated from them. Her impressive body, slim and hard, made her
jutting breasts even more pronounced. Everyone's eyes were drawn to
the amazing sight between her legs. Shaved bare, her normally tight
slit was swollen to three times its normal size. Her inner labia were
bright red and so engorged that they protruded obscenely. Her cunt had
unfolded itself, opening so widely that every detail normally hidden
was put on display. Her clitoris hung in full view and visibly
throbbed as the tip extended and retreated in time with her pulse. She
was so wet that her fluids had made her inner thighs slick and shiny.
I then noticed her nipples were hard and distended, like large pencil
erasers attached to those firm, heaving breasts. She was breathing
heavily, and already a sheen of perspiration covered her trembling
body.
Smiling, he reached up from his seat and began to lightly stroke her
tight belly. She immediately gasped, then closed her eyes and allowed
him to continue. As he stimulated her, he watched with satisfaction as
her pussy continued to swell and throb, flowing even more freely than
before. After a while, he spoke.
"Who owns you now?"
"You do," she whispered.
"Your mind and your sweet body?"
"Yes, it's yours."
"Do I excite you more than your husband?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
He suddenly stopped, but her body continued to sway gently back and
forth, expecting more. "Spread your feet," he ordered. She instantly
moved her feet apart.
"Now bend over and put your hands on my shoulders."
She leaned toward him as he sat and supported herself on his thick
shoulders, resting her head on the left one. From behind her, we could
see her open pussy centered between two perfect ass cheeks as she bent
over. Through her legs, we could see her breasts hanging and swaying as
she clung to him and panted. The sight again sickened me. Seeing her
clutching another man and panting like an animal in heat was just too
much.
He reached up and took her nipples, one in each hand, and began to roll
them between his fingers. She let out a short quiet moan and her hips
moved as if trying to find relief. His hands traveled slowly down her
body, stroking her belly, then her inner thighs, always coming close
to her steaming pussy, but never giving her the relief she needed.
Chris had forgotten about my leash (or thought the threats were no
longer necessary) as he and David watched my wife's pussy from behind
with fascination. As the huge man stroked and stimulated her body, her
cunt was now alternately sucking and grasping, in obscenely rhythmic
spasms. Her juices ran down the insides of her legs, making wet spots
on the carpet. They began to masturbate as they watched her lose all
control.
Finally he turned his head and whispered in her ear, smiling at me as
he spoke words only she could hear. "Yes, please, fuck me," she
moaned.
"Would you like your husband to come over here and fuck you?"
"No ....I.... want you.... not him," she managed between deep, heavy
breaths. I vomited, assaulted by this ultimate humiliation. They were
all laughing at me, sitting in my own puke. My head was spinning. The
scene became almost unreal. The loud laughter, my humiliation, my two
captors still masturbating as they watched their leader play with my
writhing, panting wife while she begged him to fuck her. I started to
pass out, when David suddenly grabbed me and slapped me hard across
the face to bring me around.
"No you don't, we're not gonna to let you miss the best part!"
"Please, don't make me watch any more," I begged. "YOU WILL WATCH"
boomed a voice in my head. It was the leader's voice, but he was
smiling at me as I heard the words. My fear increased tenfold as I
realized he was more than he appeared to be. How did he put the words
in my head? They were more than words, as if he was willing me to
obey.
Again the details of his face became uncertain. My head began to throb,
then his message leaped into my brain.
"WATCH NOW, AS I TAKE YOUR WIFE FROM YOU AND MAKE HER MINE!"
His hands went between her legs. With one hand he spread her cunt open,
exposing it even more for my benefit. With the other hand, he grasped
her twitching clitoris and began to roll it between his forefinger and
thumb. My wife moaned loudly as her ass pumped up and down, trying to
speed her relief. She had torn away part of his shirt and was sloppily
sucking and licking his immense neck and shoulder. He entered her mind
one more time.
"SAY IT!"
The words washed over her like a giant wave, first cold, then warm and
comforting. A connection was broken, another formed. She was taken.
"Oh God, fuck me, fuck me please, I don't care about him, cut off his
balls, kill him, I don't care, I'm yours, cum in me, rip me open, take
me, own me, fuck meeeee!"
He was satisfied with her surrender. "Own me" were the words he waited
for. He began to tap the end of her clitoris with a remaining free
finger. It sent her over the edge. She screamed and clawed at him,
ripping his shirt to shreds. Collapsing into his lap, she tried to wrap
her strong legs around his waist, pumping her cunt up and down against
his concealed erection. Liquid poured from her steaming pussy as it
twitched and spasmed. Her slender arms were now around his neck, her
mouth glued to his, her tongue as far down his throat as she could
thrust it. Her thrashing and moaning must have lasted over two minutes.
She finally collapsed in his arms, whimpering and gasping for breath.
Chris and David immediately stopped masturbating, staring at their
leader's face. "My friends are ready for you," he whispered. "Go suck
them dry." Still under the effects of the drugs, she was ready, no,
desperate for any kind of sex. She saw David first and was dripping at
the idea of taking a black cock into her mouth. Dropping to her knees
in front of him, she cupped his balls in her hands as she sucked the
head of his cock into her mouth. I could see her rubbing and tugging
at each of his egg-sized testicles with her slim fingers while she
tried to take his long, black snake into her throat. Before long, the
entire length of his 10-inch dick disappeared into her waiting throat,
her chin and nose buried in his dark, kinky pubic hair. He stopped
stroking, keeping his cock buried as deep as it would go. I watched as
my wife continued to contract her mouth and throat, gripping and
milking all 10 inches.
Very shortly, David's face winced as he began to pump semen down her
throat. She moaned softly, gulping and swallowing every drop he
delivered. She continued to suck the remaining drops of cum from his
body for several minutes, remembering her master's orders. When he
couldn't take any more, he finally pushed her away. Grinning at me, he
said, "Man, I'll bet she could live on cum. We'll be sure to keep her
well fed!"
Chris was waiting for his turn. He had been close to orgasm half a
dozen times, but was saving his load for what he must have known was
coming. His cock was amazing. It must have been 14 inches long and at
least 3 inches thick. My wife's eyes widened as she grasped it with
both hands and began to run her tongue over the huge purple head. As
she fingered and stroked the massive shaft, she tried in vain to get
the entire head into her hungry mouth. Giving up, she continued to
lick and suck while she pumped the shaft with both hands. Her tongue
probed the opening of his cock, making him gasp with pleasure. The
idea of having this thing inside her made her cunt flow again, making
another small puddle on the carpet beneath her. The others made lewd
remarks, joking about what a slut she was at heart.
Laughing, Chris pulled my leash closer, so that my face was only inches
from my wife as she slurped and licked. Her eyes met mine, then she
looked up at Chris, sucking even faster. "Why don't you pump it for her
so she can play with herself," he ordered. She jumped at the chance to
play with her soaking pussy and immediately put both hands to work,
keeping her mouth attached to the end of his cock. A sharp jerk on my
leash made me scream with pain. I had no choice. Placing my hands on
his thick cock, I started to pump as my wife continued to suck. I had
never touched another man's dick. The revulsion added to my humiliation
as the others joked and laughed.
Soon I could see his stomach start to shake, and I knew the end was
near. My wife was near orgasm herself, moaning louder as her fingers
flipped her clit back and forth. Her moaning excited Chris as the
vibrations traveled from her throat to the sensitive head of his giant
penis. With a sudden grunt, he started to cum. My head exploded with
the words, "DON'T STOP! PUMP EVERY DROP OF HIS SPERM INTO YOUR SWEET
LITTLE WIFE'S THROAT!" Mindlessly, I pumped his cock harder and
faster. I could feel the steady stream of semen surging through the
shaft while my wife swallowed in large gulps. I knew that the cum was
filling her mouth faster than she could possibly ingest it. It
continued to flow as I pumped and pumped. She had already swallowed an
incredible amount of semen and more was on the way. I couldn't believe
what I was seeing. It wasn't human.
Finally she began to choke and the thick liquid spilled out of the
corners of her mouth onto her chin and face. Continuing to gag as the
cum flowed, she moved his cock from her thirsty lips to try to swallow
the excess in her mouth. Cum spurted in a steady stream, onto her face
and hair. She knew not to turn away, and let the hot stream flow down
her face, now coating her breasts and belly. I couldn't stop milking
his huge dong, mechanically continuing what I had been willed to do.
The semen continued to flow! It now completely covered my wife from
chin to crotch. As she rubbed her cunt, her fingers began to push the
sticky mess into her vagina. She started to moan again as her hips
bucked against her frantic fingers. She was cumming, I was still
pumping, and the semen was still spurting!
She was still trying to take large gulps of it, returning her full lips
to the bulbous head as often as she was able. When she couldn't take
any more, it resumed covering her from head to crotch as she stuffed
more of the excess into her cunt. She finally fell onto her back,
writhing in ecstasy. She shoved handfuls of cum into her cunt with one
hand, while scooping the goo from her face and tits into her mouth with
the other. She thrashed and moaned for several minutes before finally
collapsing spread-eagled on the floor. His cock spurted its last few
drops onto her panting body and I stopped pumping.
The cheers and laughter that followed made the pounding in my head
unbearable. My wife lay in a pool of cum, completely soaking the
carpet. Semen covered her face and body. The thick paste slowly oozed
from her cunt and mouth as she tried to recover. The laughing grew
louder, sounding like a crowd of thousands. The last thing I remembered
before losing consciousness was my wife's face as she took the leader's
balls in her mouth, her delicate fingers dancing deliberately over his
thickly veined cock.
