- 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."
