Introduction

This is a story of financial despair and ultimate degradation. My wife and I have been married for thirty-three years and in that time have known nothing but love, loyalty and fidelity. We have never been wealthy but the recent financial crises have destroyed the way of life we cherished together. I have been out of work for eighteen months with no prospect of employment in the near or distant future. As we watched our meagre savings disappear and gradually sold off any valuable assets our choices have become more limited and more desperate. One day I was discussing our predicament with a friend who seemed to be managing far better than we. I was shocked by his response when I asked him how they were managing. He told me a tale that seemed almost unthinkable. He and his wife had agreed to hire her to a social club located in a city near us. They attended the club once a month, at which times she was required to participate in what he described as group sex activities. She received $2,000.00 for each “performance”. This money had saved them financially.

My head was spinning as I absorbed this information. Like my wife his spouse was in her early fifties. She was a handsome woman but no beauty. My own wife is constantly complemented on her beauty. She is blonde and buxom with milky skin and a beautiful face. Although a little overweight and suffering the “drop” that affects all maturing women, she maintains the hour glass figure of a goddess. Considering our limited options I decided to raise the opportunity with her. Over many tearful hours we made the horrifying decision to pursue this method of acquiring some money, and perhaps some hope. Although I did not share this with her I was secretly aroused by the thought of her being used as an object of lust.

I made the appropriate enquiries and within a short time we were contacted with a contract and instructions. The contract was dutifully signed and the instructions followed – a full medical examination and lists of duties including grooming, diet and exercise. Eventually a date set for her induction. Instructions for the induction included with them a liquid that she was to consume during preparation. We lunched together in a rather awkward silence and she consumed the liquid. We cuddled for a long time then she went to shower and prepare. She emerged naked from the shower, looking as if she had been masturbating. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her body showed signs of arousal. She came over and forced herself onto me, kissing passionately as she positioned herself to mount me. Wanting to present her clean I resisted until I could get a condom on. She was incredibly well lubricated and rode me like she has not done in years. Clearly the drink had affected her libido.

The Club

I delivered her to the club and she was taken into a lounge area. I was directed to a large bar area. This room gradually filled and eventually forty to fifty men, men of all backgrounds, shapes and sizes stood around expectantly drinking and conversing. As I looked around I noticed a large square column in the centre of the room. This column was upholstered and a chain hung in the centre of each side. Various upholstered benches and booths were arranged around the room. After about forty-five minutes the erotic strains of The Voice of Enigma filled the room and a set of double doors opened as a strange procession emerged.

Four women emerged through the door. Each woman was leashed to a muscular handler clad in boxing silks. All four women wore leather hoods that left only their eyes and lips exposed. Their mouths were painted the brightest red and each looked a little dazed and only vaguely aware of their surroundings. They were clad only in long satin capes and black sandals with high heels. On their wrists and ankles were leather cuffs and a leather collar adorned their necks. The cuffs on their wrists were clamped together and a chain attached between. I noticed that each was wearing a shiny wedding band.

The first woman appeared to be in her forties with a trim but well endowed body. Glimpses under the cape revealed dark, hard nipples on rather full breasts and a perfectly trimmed landing strip on her prominent mons pubis. The second seemed very thin but somewhat younger. She had small breasts with large, brown nipples and rather narrow looking hips. Third in line I recognised as my Jennifer. Her full mature body and milky skin glowed under the black satin as she was led around the room. The fourth woman looked about the same age as Jennifer but was swarthy in appearance.

The room was hushed as all four were paraded around the column. Eventually they were led to the column and their hands cuffed to the chains dangling above them. The robes were then removed, revealing their nakedness. The handlers then began to fondle their charges. Each man slowly disrobed as he began to caress each woman’s pussy. In one almost theatrical flourish each muscular man spread the legs of his captive partner and pressed his member into her. I watched, eyes bulging and heart pounding, as the dark-skinned man who had led Jennifer into the room began to slowly fuck my wife. Each of the women emitted a sensual moan as she was taken. Jennifer held her dazed face to the side as her legs were lifted and body violated. I watched mesmerised as, for the first time in her life, my wife felt the cock of another man inside her.

As he took her, gently at first then with increasing passion her face slowly turned until she faced him fully. Her lips opened and she kissed his mouth like someone possessed. The sound of female ecstasy increased as all four women were fucked in unison. Eventually each of the men grunted and shuddered as he filled his partner with a load of semen. I realised that as the handlers had been using their charges the other men in the room had disrobed.

Groups of men began to prowl towards the helpless women chained to the column. I was rock hard as I undressed watching five men round on Jennifer. Their hands were all over her body as they turned her to face the column. The chain was released a little and she was bent forward as one man placed himself ready to take her from behind. Her large breasts swung wildly as he slammed his raging meat into her. Other men grabbed them as one pushed her mouth towards his own cock. Her mouth opened greedily as she took in his tip and began to suck it.  This process continued for about fifteen minutes as numerous men took their lust out on her. For one brief moment when her pussy was empty I noticed streams of semen trickling down her inner thighs.

My own lust was now raging and I decided to take my confused emotions out on the skinny bitch. By this time my mind was seeing all four women as nothing more than bitches arrayed for use. All of them, including my own wife, had become nothing more than meat. Gripping her hips I rammed myself into her sodden little cunt in one mighty thrust. She moaned and began to kiss me passionately in a stupor of lust. As I used her I wondered who her husband was and whether he had taken my own sweet wife that evening.

The orgy continued for what seemed like hours. At some point each of the women was released from the chains and taken to benches or booths for multiple use. I caught a glimpse of Jennifer staddling one man whose cock was firmly planted in her ass. She fingered her sopping wet, creamed pussy as other men sucked her tits. I climbed onto the bench and presented my cock to her mouth. She opened and accepted it like a whore. I had no idea whether she even knew who I was. That night she allowed me to do something that had never occurred before. I came full in her mouth and she swallowed. The drugs she had imbibed had taken a profound effect on her mind.

After this I sat and watched the carnival of satyrs continue. I roused myself eventually to spank then fuck the swarthy woman. She was bent over a bench, having been well used by lust-filled men. After wetting my cock in her pussy I pushed it hard into her anus. Exhausted she grunted as I committed my final act of debauchery on her.

I sat and watched as men with more stamina continued to fuck my wife. She lay on her back, the cuffs reattached behind her and her legs spread wide as she took almost continuous use. Her pale skin seemed to attract many of the darker men in the room. I positioned myself to view a line of men position themselves one at a time between her legs as he moaned, her reddened lips forming a sensuous ‘O’.

Eventually, when the lust in the participants had abated, all were asked to dress and ushered from the room. The exhausted women were left collapsed in various poses around the room. I was assured that my wife would be look after and given a spa treatment before being returned to me the following day. She was delivered home looking refreshed but was still exhausted from the night before. She told me that the whole thing had been like a long erotic dream. Most of all she recalled pleasure like she had never known.

I noticed in the following weeks that she became more attentive to my desires. Her libido had received a real boost and we made love regularly. As the time for her next visit to the club approached our lovemaking grew more desperate and more intense.

The money earned for Jennifer’s first engagement was most welcome. With it we began the long, slow process of reconstructing our lives. As time approached for her to return we were somewhat perplexed with the minimal amount of contact from the club. No intoxicating liquid arrived and its absence made Jennifer nervous. At the appointed time we travelled to the club in silence, both rather reluctant to share our feelings but both focused on the obligation that needed to be fulfilled.

To my surprise we were both ushered in to the same preparation area. A tuxedo had been laid out for me and nothing but shoes, collar and cuffs for Jennifer. Nine other couples were there, all looking nervous and apparently all with the same instructions. After the women had disrobed and had their faces made up a man appeared and introduced himself as Master of Ceremonies. He explained that a large football club was holding a celebratory evening and that our wives would be the entertainment. The women all looked a little stunned as it was also announced that we would be their handlers and would be responsible for “preparation”. When questioned about this the MC curtly stated that we needed to make sure they were well lubricated. “You should also fuck them before they go out.”

In response husbands began to fondle their nervous wives in an attempt to arouse them. Some, like me, knelt between their wives’ legs and began to pleasure them orally. After some time all were making love with a passion and desperation that reflected the uncertainty of this moment. When the time arrived all ten women left the room with their husband’s cum coating their vaginas.

As we emerged into a large function room, leading our wives who were leashed by the collar, the MC made an announcement. Addressing the male crowd sat at banquet tables he said: “Gentlemen, the women you see are all mature married women. They are being led into the room by their husbands who have made their wives available for your pleasure. Tonight belongs to you and there are no limits! Enjoy the carnal delights of female flesh.”

The crowd erupted in applause, hoots and shouted obscenities. Some of the women gasped, one was heard to whimper and another had to be steadied on her feet by her husband. A group of muscular men left one table, punched the man leading a tall redhead and dragged her screaming towards their table. Roughly clearing dirty plates and cutlery they forced her face-first onto the linen cloth and quickly attached her spread ankles to the table legs. She screamed and wailed as the first man began to rape her as he yanked at her beautiful hair.

Similar groups grabbed other women and dragged them towards tables. Husbands were jostled, pushed to the ground and assaulted as their wives were snatched from them. One man tried to throw a punch and in return was beaten mercilessly. He was left bleeding on the floor as his wife was laid on her back beside him and raped.

Jennifer was dragged to a table and laid across its end on her back. Her legs dangled over the end of the table as she was strapped down. She was whimpering as her body was mauled and one brute took is place in front of her. Lifting her legs he pushed his cock straight into her vagina. This thug held her by the tits as he raped her like a fiend. Tears were streaming from her face as he was replaced by another, then a whole line of these thugs. I was held in a chair and forced to watch as my wife was brutally used by at least twenty men.

Around the room the scene was repeated wherever I looked. Helpless or injured tuxedo clad husbands were being forced to watch the spectacle of their loving wives being used for the pleasure of men who behaved no better than animals. Some of the women were punched and beaten as they were raped. I could see nipples being twisted and hair pulled as the women’s legs were held wide to accept the footballers’ cocks. I noticed that someone had removed their belt and was whipping the redhead’s ass before he jammed his cock into her anus. Her face revealed a hell of agony as this man fucked her little hole. As with others more men followed and she was left broken and bleeding. Jennifer seemed to be only taking it in her pussy, a welcome relief for me having witnessed the savagery with which the gorgeous redhead had been used.

I was shocked to hear Jennifer screaming and looked up in horror as I watched two bastards biting hard on her nipples. I could see that they were drawing blood. Having raised blood they took sadistic delight in kissing her mouth.

At one point I was dragged forward and my face pushed into Jennifer’s cunt. The footballers laughed as they forced me to eat her out. After this I was dragged from the room and taken to a room where other husbands were receiving medical attention. Eventually the women were carried in. All were total wrecks with bruises, welts and traces of blood on their bodies. The semen ran down their legs in rivers. After some first aid I was sent home and Jennifer returned to me the following day.

It took weeks for us to debrief this horrific experience. Unlike the first this had not been some drugged out erotic dream. It was horribly real and quite frightening. It must have been a lucrative event for the club as we received a bonus far higher than the usual fee. Regardless of this Jennifer became fearful of what might happen in the future. She begged me to talk to the club about ending the arrangement. After about three weeks and much discussion I contacted the manager to seek a meeting.

We were asked to attend a meeting with the club manager as a couple. Over the phone he seemed happy to talk about contractual arrangements. We arrived dutifully expecting a frank conversation and the potential for release from our obligations. To our relief the meeting started quite pleasantly with us stating our concerns about the arrangement. The manager listened politely then looked at us quite intently. “I understand your concerns, however you must understand I would be in a difficult predicament if you left our service. You see Jennifer is proving to be quite a popular performer. I have received enthusiastic feedback from clients who have experienced her or seen her in action.” Jennifer flushed scarlet at these words. The manager continued: “She is a handsome woman and has proved to be very pleasing …” He spoke as if she was not in the room.

“But …” I interjected. “There are no buts sir.” Was the curt reply. “You see, you both have signed her over to me. I own her body and can use her as I see fit.” We looked at each other stunned. “The contract is quite secure and we can sue you for everything you have and more if you try to default.”

I blurted out: “But this is tantamount to slavery. It is illegal and such a contract would be unenforceable at law.” His eyes glared into mine as he replied: “Oh yes, we have insurance to cover anyone who tries to get around that little issue. According to the contract your services, and those of your wife, have been offered quite willingly. In addition we have filmed everything you two have done here. I’d be happy to distribute that film if you wish to play games with me.”

His stern look turned to Jennifer. “Stand up.” He ordered. She sat, her eyes darting between the manager and me. “Are you deaf bitch? Stand up.” She slowly stood, still looking confused. “I just want to demonstrate the power you have surrendered into my hands. Strip.” As she hesitated he pressed a button beneath his desk. Within seconds two security guards had entered the room. On a single gesture from the manager they moved in behind me and held me in my chair, truncheons drawn.

The manager looked back at Jennifer. “I’m waiting slut.” Reluctantly she disrobed until she stood naked with the men ogling her. One of the security guards released his grip on me and stepped behind her. Come to me: “Ordered the manager.” She gingerly walked behind the desk where he grabbed her roughly and pushed her forward. She was breathing heavily as he mauled her breasts and bit her neck. Looking up at me he stated emphatically: “You see, what you see is all mine. I can do with it whatever I wish.” He then spoke to Jennifer in a stage whisper: “Touch yourself bitch.” As she shook her head he motioned to the security guard who landed a mighty slap on her left cheek. Her head jerked sideways and pendulous breasts jiggled with the force of the slap. The guard raised his hand again and, weeping, she began to reluctantly comply.

Her right hand slowly reached down to her pussy as the manager reached into his drawer for something. His hand emerged from the drawer with a tube of lubricant that he began to apply to her bottom. Looking me in the eyes he repeated the statement: “I own this.” Her eyes wide she continued masturbating as he lubed the tip of his cock and began to stroke it between her buttocks. Jennifer is a woman who loves anal sex and I could see her body becoming flushed with arousal as he played with her and she rubbed her clit. There was a look of shame on her face as she meekly complied. As her arousal built the manager pressed the tip of his cock against her little hole. She mewed then moaned as he slowly pushed it in. As they stood there, coupled behind the desk, the office door opened and the redhead I had watched at the previous event walked in behind a handler. She was naked except for the regulation cuffs, collar and sandals. She looked dazed and her eyes betrayed the glaze of someone who had been sedated.

The manager motioned to her and she obediently knelt before me and opened my trousers. Releasing my cock she began to lick and suck it. I felt Jennifer’s eyes boring into me as this woman expertly pleasured me. As I watched Jennifer’s face I could see she was nearing an orgasm. She closed her eyes and moaned as her body began to shudder. The manager gave a groan of pleasure as he felt the orgasm rack through her body and pulse her anus on his meat. Within a few strokes her exploded into her bowels then slowly withdrew.

He looked at the second security guard and ordered: “Take her out.” Partly dazed and in a post orgasmic stupour Jennifer was quickly collared and hustled from the room. Her clothing lay on the floor in disarray. “You’ll see her in a few weeks.” He and the other attendants left the room, leaving only me with the redheaded sucking on my member. I gripped her hair and began to fuck her face in anger. She was somebody’s fucking wife. She was part of this monstrosity. I wanted to hurt her, to channel my anger into her. In her dopey and compliant state it took no effort to pull her up onto my cock. She straddled me and lowered her pussy down onto my wet cock. I sucked and bit her tits then began to slap her ass as she rode me.

As my orgasm approached I slammed her hips down onto me and bit hard into her tits. She seemed almost oblivious to what was happening. As I came in her I wondered – “What paths have you been on?  What has been done to you in the past few weeks?” Had she and her husband tried to break their contract? Where was her husband? Would this be the fate of my wife? What had we come to?

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.

Fuckmeat

As the weeks dragged by I became more and more concerned about the fate of my wife. The questions multiplied in my mind to the point that I felt myself drifting into insanity. My dealings with the wives sent to “console” me became increasingly more violent. They had stopped appearing human to me and any empathy in my soul had died. I beat them, whipped them, raped them and they generally left bruised and sobbing. Some needed assistance to return to the club car sent to pick them up. It seemed strange that money continued to be deposited into our bank account.

Eventually a text message reached my phone. “Be in the Manager’s office at 10:00am tomorrow.” I drove to the club with my head in a whirl. Finally I would get her back. “Today is a day for redemption.” I thought. I was nervous but inwardly joyful as I approached the door of the Manager’s office. I knocked and a strained voice called: “Enter.” As I walked in the door I was met by the site of the Club Manager sitting behind his desk leaning back in his chair. His hands were firmly gripping a mop of blonde hair as he grunted and convulsed. After about twenty seconds he released his grip and the woman between his legs rose. He motioned me to sit in a visitor’s chair. I almost fainted as the woman rose to her feet and faced me. It was my wife, my Jennifer. Her grey green eyes glinted a little in recognition as she stood beside the Manager, her hands placed behind her neck.

She was wearing only a thick leather collar and a sculpted leather corset that provided some support to her ample breasts but covered none of her womanly features. She looked fitter than I recalled, a little more trim yet still with that classic hourglass figure I so loved. It struck me that her lips carried the same scarlet red tattoo that all the “owned” women sported. Her breasts seemed firmer and her nipples somehow larger and darker. The thing that shocked me most was her pussy. The neat and rather meek pussy that I had known intimately for years had been modified into something that could best described as obscene. Her outer labia were far puffier than they had ever been and the delicate inner lips had been somehow lengthened and engorged. They protruded from the outer lips and appeared to press them aside At the front of her bare slit an enlarged clitoris stood proud of the labia. Her labia minora and the clitoris were glistening with her juices. The result appeared to stand as an invitation for use.

The Manager sat beside her, his right hand slowly fondling her buttocks as he spoke. “Hello Ronald, it’s good to see you. I trust you are well. I know you have been well serviced.” I blushed at his statement. He looked at my wife and said: “Are you going to greet our guest, cunt?” “Yes Master.” Was the quick reply. “Hello Sir.” Was all she said. “I think you should at least kiss your husband.” She walked over to me and leant down to kiss my mouth, her soft breasts hanging before me. As our mouths met I reached up to fondle her breast. She moaned at my touch as her mouth opened and her tongue invaded my mouth. In an instant I realised that the Manager had only had us kiss so I could taste his cum in her mouth.

He clicked his fingers and she recoiled from the kiss, slowly walking back to her position beside the Manager. I was confused and my head was spinning. My world had shifted off its axis and everything seemed to be spinning out of control. The Manager looked me in the eyes as he slowly lifted his hand to Jennifer’s pussy. She moaned as he began to plough his fingers back and forth through her engorged slit. “It is probably time for us to discuss your contract with us.” As he continued I tried to focus on his words but comprehended little of what he was saying. My whole being was focused on nothing but this man’s fingers casually sliding through my wife’s pussy.

As he spoke she began to buck against the movement of his hand. She orgasmed and steadied herself on the desk as the Manager said: “In short, I have decided to keep her as my companion.” “What? What are you saying? You bastard! You said you would return her to me! This is all wrong, it doesn’t make sense.” “It makes perfect sense my good man. She pleases me, I want to keep her at my side. There is little else to say.” “But, but … you can’t.” “I can and I will. When I tire of her you might have her back. Who knows?”

He looked at Jennifer who was slowly composing herself. “Tell your husband what you are called.” “Yes Master. Fuckmeat, this slut is called Fuckmeat.” She blushed a little and looked back to him for approval. “Good girl.” He turned to me. “You see Ronald, she is not who she was. Tell me Fuckmeat, would you like to leave here with your husband?” Clearly confused by the question she looked at me, then at the Manager. With a puzzled look she asked: “What does Master desire?” He gripped her buttocks and pulled her close. “”I think you already know the answer to that question.” She nuzzled her hip against his shoulder as he looked me in the eyes. “I think that is settled, don’t you?” I was speechless. How had things come to this?

“What have you done to her you bastard? I saw those films. I saw the torture she was subjected to. You have broken her mind. She doesn’t know what she wants.” “I believe we have improved her Ronald. With you she was untapped potential. So many wasted decades until I found her. I’m sure you love the money she earns. Enjoy it my friend, while you can. I am grooming her for some niche markets and the rewards will flow to me and to you. When she is not working she shares my bed. If you are a good boy we might allow you to participate in some of her special shows. For now let me introduce you to her new lover.”

He pressed an intercom on his desk and barked an order: “Bring in Bruno.” Her eyes widened then slowly closed in delight at these words. I was shocked, horrified, angry, desolate – so many emotions were banging against each other in my brain. “Go to the front of the desk and get ready for him Fuckmeat.” She obeyed and sat on the edge of the desk, her legs splayed apart. She breathed deeply as her glazed eyes looked intently at me. Slowly I hardened at the obscene spectacle of my wife spread like a whore waiting for some “lover” to appear.

Within moments a large Doberman was brought into the room. She sat, motionless, as he loped up to her and planted his muzzle between her legs. In one instant he was lapping at her furiously as she moaned in ecstasy. It seemed as if the room had disappeared to her. Her eyes looked visionless as the dog brought her to an increasingly frantic orgasm. It was like nothing I had ever witnessed. The Manager smugly interjected, telling me that they had enhanced her pleasure responses. She felt everything more sensually and was now driven by little more than the animal responses to her body’s erogenous zones. The dog, he explained, was able to tap the deepest core of this state.

“You fucking pig. You took my wife from a happy home and turned her into this?” “You’ve enjoyed the company of many such women my man. And I daresay you will enjoy more. I have been very generous to you. Don’t ever forget that.” He clicked his fingers and Jennifer knelt on the floor, presenting herself to the dog. He deftly mounted her and for at least fifteen minutes she wailed as he pistoned her like a bitch dog from the streets. Here was my wife, moaning like someone possessed, her flesh jiggling and tits wildly swinging as she was fucked by a dog.

At that moment I felt that I had ceased to exist as a person. I had not seen her in months. I had hoped for a tear-filled reunion and then a night of passion such as I had craved these past weeks. Instead I had this. A kiss from a whore whose mouth was filled with another man’s cum, rejection and the humiliation of watching her taken like a bitch dog. She didn’t even notice me leave.

Chinese opera

The next video file received in my inbox opened with the sound of a woman grunting. The vision of Jennifer’s face appeared large on the screen. Her mouth was open and eyes wide as she grunted and moaned. Slowly the camera panned out and more of her was revealed. Surrounded by a strange cage-like structure she had been forced into a crawling position and held with steel clamps on her legs and arms. Her breasts were stretched towards the floor of the cage by cables attached to vicious clamps biting into her nipples. As the shot widened I saw a man with dark skin behind her. She was grunting in unison to the thrusts of his body against hers. As I watched he yelled and tensed his body against her. Her eyes widened a little and then closed as he withdrew.

He was quickly replaced by another black man who started rutting her furiously. Her moans almost became a wail rising and lowering in unison with the rhythm of his thrusts. Behind him I made out a line of twenty or thirty dark-skinned men, silently waiting for their turn. The only sounds were her grunts and moans and the groaning of the men using her.

The scene continued uninterrupted for over an hour. During that period she orgasmed numerous times. By the end of the session her head hung limp and she looked totally exhausted. After the last man had finished she appeared to drift into a faint. Booted footsteps could be heard in the background. As they grew louder a figure appeared carrying a long pole. It appeared to have an electrode at its tip. A cattle prod? Is that what a cattle prod looks like? My questions were answered within seconds. There was a sound of discharging electricity and Jennifer screamed as her body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth began to froth as the shocks continued. She appeared to be having an epileptic fit as she shuddered within the cage. Her tits jiggled and pulled against the cruel clamps trapping her nipples. The scene faded out as I sat before the computer wanking hard.

Each day I checked for new emails but nothing arrived. I grew agitated waiting for news of my wife. “My wife.” The term began to feel like some fucking joke. She had been my wife. I had willingly surrendered her to be someone’s property, to be used as a cumdump for countless men. I became so depressed that I wanted to kill myself. The only thing that kept me going was my morbid fascination with the videos that had arrived. I had stored them all and watched them over and over. This macabre chronicle of the absolute degradation of the woman who had been my life and my light gave me solace and company over so many years. The women who visited the house received my mindless lust. I fucked and abused them with her face in my head, with her torment driving me and with image of her new lasciviousness burned into my retina.

A fortnight after the last video had been sent a new one arrived in my inbox. I was initially puzzled by the content of this presentation. The camera panned around what appeared to be a Chinese restaurant. Walls were clad in rich red and decorated with gold, and the dining furniture was sumptuous. Eight banquet tables were arranged around a central dais decorated in sumptuous flower arrangements surrounding eight St Andrew’s Crosses. Around the wall next to each table stood fair-skinned, blonde-haired woman whose face had been painted to resemble a character from Chinese opera. All were naked except for traditional Chinese headdress, red collars, red cuffs, red anklets and red stiletto shoes. Their nipples were painted bright red. It was difficult to identify the women but the body of one was remarkably similar to my wife’s.

A new scene opened with the room full of Asian men in business suits. A voice came over a public address system. As it spoke in Mandarin subtitles in English translated its content. “For over a century Western powers dominated China. They stole our riches, enslaved our families, attempted to destroy our culture and prostitute our homeland to their greed. They treated us as savages while they perpetrated their own savagery on our people. Tonight gentlemen we offer you a unique opportunity to vent your repressed rage at these excesses. Each of the women serving you is married to a westerner but this evening they are yours to treat as you please. Enjoy this very special evening.”

After the announcement the fair-skinned women began to serve food and wines to the tables. As they leant in to place the meals the women were fondled and slapped. The men seemed rather shy and laughed girlishly as they touched the women. At this point of the evening the mood seemed quite jovial with much laughter and merriment. As the consumption of food and alcohol increased the men’s attentions became more forceful and increased in cruelty. Fingers were jammed roughly into orifices, individual women were forced into kisses and the man began to seek out instruments with which to torment their waitresses.

The central dais proved to be a treasure trove of torture implements. From among the flower arrangements drunken and horny businessmen retrieved paddles, riding crops, nipple clamps and vibrators. These were quickly put to use on the hapless women. The room seemed to erupt as women’s squeals turned to screams. Some were held down and their nipples clamped. Others were thrown onto tables and violently raped. From somewhere one man produced a tazer. He aimed it at a woman who ran, her large tits flailing as she desperately tried to escape. Within a few steps he discharged the weapon into her back.  She howled as her body spasmed and she fell to the floor. He rapidly discharged it again, leaving her flailing. She was quickly dragged to a St Andrew’s Cross where she was securely bound – her back facing the room. Within no time she was being raped in the ass.

Not far away I noticed the woman who looked like my wife being pinned down to a table and spread apart. Four men were working to attach clamps to her nipples and then cruelly to her engorged clitoris. She screamed as the teeth of the clamp bit into her sensitive nub. Within no time she was also dragged to a St Andrew’s Cross and secured, this time facing the room. One man had found a hand cranked dynamo and brought it over with a look of glee on his face. The group attached wires to the three clamps as she pleaded and wailed. Within seconds her wails turned to shrieks as one sadist began to crank the little dynamo. She pissed herself when the second man wound it fast and hard. They laughed as she bucked and shrieked. The face painting and sound emanating from her mouth made the whole scene appear like those horrendous Chinese operas.

More women took up the chorus as they were flailed with bamboo poles, spanked and raped. I saw one woman beaten and dragged to a cross. Once she was secured with her ass facing the room an older man walked towards her with a bowl of chilli sauce. He coated a finger in it then jammed it straight into her ass. For good measure he smeared the remainder over her labia and made sure some entered her vagina. She bucked and wailed, adding to the general din.

Another woman was cornered and beaten by a group of five men. They punched her in the stomach then seemed to beat every part of her body as she moaned. They let her stagger away groggy from the abuse until she collapsed. Within seconds of her collapse they had pounced on her and began a furious gang rape. This scene was repeated around the room as the eight women with faces like Chinese opera singers were beaten, abused and raped.

After numerous electric shocks Jennifer passed out. When this occurred the clamp was removed from her clit and her unconscious body was raped by at least twenty men. The brutality continued until all the men were sated. As the room emptied the hapless women were left on crosses or lying on the floor. As the scene faded all that could be heard was the sound of sobbing.

Whore

Over the following weeks I received a small barrage of movie files that hardened my heart. For the first time I was bombarded with images of my wife taking pleasure in the arms of other men. In these scenes she was a lover, a worshipper and a wanton whore. The first scene opened with her moaning in ecstasy as she rode the manager of the club. I was regaled with images of extended session in which they made passionate love in a sumptuous bed. Subsequent scenes showed her in his arms, making love, pleasuring him with her mouth. I hardened as I watched her moan with joy as he took her ass. It grew sick in the stomach when she kissed him tenderly afterwards. It was clear to me that she become his woman.

Of course she was more than this. The vision of her with the manager was followed by many scenes of her entertaining clients. The footage that rolled on confirmed one thing to me. My wife’s fair skin and hair made her popular with men of African and Asian backgrounds. My eyes were assaulted with scene after scene of her sucking dark cocks, riding strong hard men and spreading her legs for endless numbers of lustful males of varying ethnicities. My horror at her absolute degradation was exacerbated by the knowledge that my wife’s body was slowly making me a wealthy man. In my darkest moments I began to feel like a real animal.

The growing boredom of these relentless scenes of lust were somewhat alleviated by two scenes that both shocked and mesmerised me. I was not at all prepared for the conclusion that unfolded before my disbelieving eyes.

The first bizarre scene began with vision of the room in which our first experiences of the club took place. This time the room was full of motorcycle gang members. There must have been a hundred men in the place. There rowdy conversation quieted as doors opened and five young women appeared. In the style of the club all were naked except for stiletto shoes and collars. Each wore a shiny wedding band – another hallmark of this perverted place that reduced loving, dutiful wives to the status of whores. These women looked terrified as they became aware of the environment they were entering. Their bodies had been unmodified and I surmised that they were new to the club. Given their stage in what would become an horrific journey their fear was totally understandable.

All five looked as if they would flee back to the shelter of the dressing room until it became obvious what was driving them into the bikers’ lair. Behind them was an older woman with five large afghan dogs on leashes. She was hooded in black leather and her full body was decked with a leather harness. The whip she brandished lashed the backs of the timid young women as the group moved forward. I recognised the woman with the whip as Jennifer.

As soon as the young wives were fully inside the room they were set upon by groups of men. In scenes reminiscent of so much of what I had witnessed previously these women were ravished without mercy. The sheer arithmetic of the situation made it obvious that each would have to service twenty men. As they wailed and begged for mercy their bodies were spread, flipped, fucked and reamed without any chance of release or relief. As these scenes unfolded I realised with horror that five naked men had been encased in tubes around the room. The looks of anger, anguish, frustration and fear on the faces of these men were palpable and electrifying. A few times I noticed that the ravished young women were dragged before the tubes and displayed to the encased men. This added to the pathos of the scene and increased the distress of the women who were being as cruelly used.

As the journey of these hapless couples into total degradation progressed Jennifer looked on with no hint of compassion in her demeanour. Looking cool and composed she mounted a dais in the middle of the room and began to make love to the two dogs. I realised that my own whore wife was there as a from of perverted entertainment. It wasn’t long until one of the young women was dragged to the dais and held down as a dog was sooled onto her. Jennifer actively participated in this final act of degradation, assisting the dogs to mount the hapless victims. All of the young wives were used this way before the entertainment ended. I was further shocked and somewhat appalled as Jennifer gave herself to various groups of bikers, apparently with great pleasure.

A few nights later I received a visit from the club. When I opened the door I was amazed to see Jennifer standing before me. My elation sank as she spoke. Her greeting was a formal “Hello Daddy, I am your ride for tonight.” The realisation that I was just another man to her hit me like a load of bricks. As her familiar hand began to stroke my cock my mind and body raced together. She took me hard and quickly, barely allowing me time to gather my confused thoughts as she disrobed and mounted my aroused meat. She rode me hard on the floor of our hallway and didn’t let up as she guided me to the bed and began to suck me to life again. Her body was so familiar yet the experience of her was totally different. This was some other woman. A new woman. A whore. She left after a session that lasted hours but seemed like minutes. As the door closed behind her I realised that my wife was gone. She was somewhere else - something else.

The following week a new movie was sent to me. It began with Jennifer cavorting on a bed with two beautiful black women. The three were clearly aroused as they kissed, caressed, sucked and licked each other. Jennifer was in ecstasy as one the dark beauties lay between her legs suckling on her engorged labia. The pair spread her wide then appeared to gradually control her and hold her down. A look of fear crept over her face as, spread on the bed, she watched something else in the room. As she looked, transfixed and wide-eyed, a huge black men walked into the shot. This naked god was hung like a donkey and his huge, fat erect cock appeared to guide him into the room. She whimpered and struggled as he approached. No words were spoken as he moved between her spread legs and pressed his enormous knob against her wet labia. Her wide eyes were fixed on his face as he wet that massive tip between her lips and began to press into her. Her eyes widened almost impossibly as she was slowly and inexorably impaled on this man’s huge shaft. He started to fuck her slowly as she grunted and moaned. The black women released their grip as he worked her and she steadily relaxed into the motion of his body.

Within minutes her hips were lifting to meet his thrusts as her mouth was reaching towards his searching for a lustful kiss. As he increased his rhythm she began to buck harder and her body was rocked by a long spasming orgasm. She kept cumming as he started to ram her. Her moans reached a climax as he pushed deep and held himself against her. As he released his load one of the dark women snapped a diamond studded leather collar onto her neck and the other clipped a leash to it. He took the leash as he pulled out of her then drew her shuddering body off the bed. As he left the room she followed him like a pet dog.