- Part IV -
I drifted in and out of a restless sleep in my small, dark prison. I
could hear him talking, my wife answering, but the conversation was
not loud enough for me to make out the actual words. Each time I woke,
I could hear his commanding tones, followed by my wife's quiet
answers. I tried to imagine what they could talk about for so many
hours. Had my wife really given in to him? How strong were his mental
powers? They must be limited if the drugs he made her take were
necessary.
Suddenly the door opened. David dragged me to my feet and escorted me
back to our living room where my wife and the giant were calmly
sitting on the sofa. She seemed more at ease, still wearing my white
shirt and I guessed nothing else. I saw a startled look on her face as
I entered the room, and realized I must look terrible. I was very
weak and could barely walk on my own.
As I sank into a chair, I saw Chris carrying several packages through
the front door. He glanced at me as he strolled by, then turned back
and grinned.
"I've been shopping! Your wife was good enough to give me your credit
cards. Oh, by the way, they're maxed out now. But I know you'll just
love what we've bought!"
The way I felt, after what we had been through, I didn't even care. I
was more concerned about what we would have to endure next after seeing
his "presents" opened.
His leader stood, then looked down at my wife. "Get dressed. I want you
drop-dead gorgeous tonight." My wife stood and turned toward the
bedroom where Chris was opening his purchases. Sliding his hand to the
back of her neck, he turned her toward him. She looked up into his
empty eyes.
"You shouldn't forget to take your medicine, dear."
He produced four capsules from his sweaty pocket and displayed them for
her to see.
"I think you're ready. We'll double the dose."
His hand caressed her neck as he moved to her mouth, inserting a large
finger, then opening it. He placed all four capsules on her tongue and
told her to swallow. He watched in amusement as she struggled to down
all four pills at once.
"Come on, this should be easy after swallowing David's black snake last
night!"
The others had a good laugh as she finally gulped the last of the
powerful drugs.
She then disappeared to the bedroom to prepare herself. No additional
instructions were necessary. She knew the rules. She would shower,
carefully shave her pussy, then fix her hair and makeup. Everything
must be perfect for him. Returning to the bedroom from the bath, she
noticed the outfit that had been placed on the bed. He had told her
she would wear something special tonight. Her hands trembled as she
dressed for him, feeling the drugs' effect wash over her. She was
already wet and swollen, her nipples burning as they brushed the new
fabric. Terrified of what she might be capable of under the stronger
dose of the drugs, she took a quick glance in the mirror as she walked
by. She was stopped cold by the reflection. She was so excited by her
appearance she wanted to touch herself for relief. Realizing it was
the effect of the drug that made her this way, and fearing the
consequences of disobeying (he had warned her not to touch her pussy
unless given permission), she pulled away from the mirror and returned
to him as ordered.
While my wife was preparing herself, I was moved downstairs to the game
room. I was carried to the weight bench at the far end of the room
where I was secured, my hands to the uprights, my ankles to the
forward feet of the bench. The padding had been raised on an incline
so that I could see every perverted act he had planned for the
evening. My naked body was so weak that they probably wouldn't have
had to tie me at all. I could barely move.
After tying me, the others amused themselves by raiding my liquor
cabinet and shooting pool on the large hand-carved table in the middle
of the room.
Before long, my wife entered the room. The giant carefully placed his
cue on the table and stared solemnly at her. Chris and David gasped
and leered. She was dressed in a sheer black bodystocking, completely
covering her from neck to toes. Her hair was more beautiful than I had
ever seen it. The black second skin made her angelic face and blue
eyes radiate her natural beauty. The darkness of her large distended
nipples was just visible through the sheer elastic as it tried to
contain the fullness of her large rounded breasts. It was
breathtaking. But everyone's attention was drawn to the open crotch of
the skintight suit. The opening ordinarily would have been just large
enough to show the slit and the surrounding outer lips, but his
"cocktail" had so excited her that the labia pushed the fabric aside,
spreading the elastic to allow her engorged cunt to thrust itself
through the modest opening. It was as though a large red and pink
orchid had burst into full bloom against the black of night.
The monster began to smile and slowly nodded his head as he showed his
approval. She had stopped at the entrance of the room, allowing
everyone to take in this stunning sight. She was alert, but had a
slightly desperate look in her eyes. Her heavy breathing emphasized
her hard breasts as they strained against the thin lace. She licked
her lips nervously as she felt her fluids coat the inside of her
thighs. Her body swayed slightly as if trying to find some small
relief from the fire that tortured her between her legs.
He called her to him, not with words, but with a look. She reluctantly
crossed the room and stood before him. She was breathing heavily, her
body trembling as she tried to fight the animal urges she knew came
from his drugs. They were almost uncontrollable now, building every
minute. Every nerve in her body was screaming to be satisfied. She was
quietly moaning every few breaths, trying with all her will not to let
the others hear.
He reached out with both hands and began to stroke her neck lightly.
His large fingers trailed across her ears, tracing their contours. His
eyes left her and found mine. He smiled cruelly at me; then a slow,
knowing wink. My wife began to shudder uncontrollably, his hands still
busy exploring her sensitive neck. Her moaning became loud and regular
as she lost all control and orgasmed for him. I saw the large muscles
of her perfect ass contract as she thrust her hips toward him again
and again as she came. She was all instinct, all sex, abandoning
everything in her heat. He covered her mouth with his, their tongues
meeting, stabbing at each other. Her hands were on his bare chest,
enjoying the expanse of his heavily muscled torso. His huge hands
clutched her head and pulled it back, piercing her bright blue eyes
with his stare. Her orgasm intensified as she felt his will invade
her.
"YOU WILL DO AS I SAY. YOU ARE MINE. YOU WILL NOT QUESTION ME."
Of course the only words I heard were hers, screaming and cumming.
"Oh God!......I'm yours!..... I'll do anything for you!.....Anything!"
He broke into a deep loud laugh as he held her head at arms length like
a child's doll and watched her spasming body finish its orgasm.
Releasing her, he turned to his waiting companions.
"Now."
They quickly gathered around me, as I dreaded what might be next. Chris
produced a rubber ball from his shopping bag and stuffed it into my
mouth. Then David tied the gag in place. Their eyes were like wild
predators, waiting expectantly over their favorite prey. He took her
hand and walked her to me. I was raging inside. My wife was standing
over me, her cunt swollen and throbbing for more, holding his hand
obediently. Most of the material covering her legs was soaked with her
juices. Her pussy literally dripped liquid onto her legs and feet as I
watched. Her inner lips and clitoris were constantly in motion,
pulsing and twitching.
"Kneel in front of him."
She lowered herself to her knees at the foot of the bench.
"Take his testicles in your hands."
She moved my shrunken penis aside and found them, her gentle fingers
searching, then finding each of my balls. "Would you like to tear them
from his body?" he asked. I became hysterical, thrashing and shaking
my head wildly. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. He stared
back, expecting her answer. "Yes," she murmured. My God, she couldn't
possibly do this to me, to anyone, even on the drugs. He started to
chuckle, "Relax little man, I said you wouldn't be damaged if you both
behave. I just wanted to show you that she would do it for me, if I
asked."
Relieved, I collapsed back on the bench, completely drained. My wife's
fingers still encircled each of my balls. She looked into his eyes,
waiting.
"Why don't you give this wimp a massage, sweetheart?"
Confused at first, she looked to him for an answer and found it. She
began to rub and probe each testicle with her fingertips. She would
occasionally find sensitive spots that caused sharp agonizing pain. As
she worked, he chuckled whenever I jumped and groaned. Before long I
was covered with sweat, fearing each of her gentle touches would bring
more pain.
He positioned himself behind her and began to run his hands along her
neck and shoulders, then down to her hardened nipples and breasts. I
could feel her hands begin to shake as he guided her toward another
orgasm. "Harder," he ordered. She began to squeeze harder, her narrow
fingertips probing more deeply into each of my balls. The pain was
constant now, a deep ache that caused my weary body to tense
continuously. She was unable to look at me as I began to groan loudly
in unyielding pain. She began to pant as I saw him kneel behind her,
placing his hands between her legs. Her entire body was now shaking
and moans came with every breath. "Harder," he ordered again. Her
fingers dug into my balls, pulling and squeezing, rolling and twisting
them. The pain was like a bolt of lightning. Constant, searing agony
caused my body to stiffen in absolute terror.
She became a mindless animal, telling him again and again that she was
his as the crashing orgasm hit her. She screamed and bucked as he
played her like an instrument, intensifying and sustaining her ecstasy
for as long as he wished. She thrashed in orgasm as I thrashed in
pain, and the others applauded and cheered for this perverted scene
orchestrated by the one they served.
My wife released my balls as her orgasm subsided. My body collapsed
back onto the bench with welcome relief. I was soaked with sweat. My
battered testicles ached. I was weak and nearly delirious. I had not
eaten in 36 hours. Seeing my wife alternately humiliated, then brought
to screaming orgasms by these men while she attacked me had taken its
toll on my mental state. For the first time, I thought I might die. I
closed my eyes and gave up. I almost wished they would kill me.
When I finally opened my eyes, I was being freed from the bench by
Chris and David. They dragged me to a nearby chair and dropped me. The
giant stood before me with my wife's hand in his. Her beautiful eyes
were even wider than before, making the blue centers shine like
beacons.
He turned her toward him, again running his strong hands over her neck
and shoulders, then to her distended nipples and breasts. Panting
heavily, she welcomed his touch, hoping he would continue the journey
down her belly to her dripping hole.
"Your cunt is on fire. You've been very patient. Would you like it
filled with cock?"
"Yes.....please!" she whimpered. She was visibly excited by the
proposition.
"Would you like to show us again how beautiful your naked body is?"
"Yes, if it pleases you."
He pushed her to her knees in front of me.
"Strip your sweet little wife for us."
I reached out mechanically to pull the outfit from her body.
"No! You may not defile her with your hands! Use your teeth! And keep
your filthy tongue off my slut!"
Starting at the neck, I clumsily ripped the sheer fabric with my teeth.
Being so close to her while she panted and trembled with a heat I had
never seen was unnerving. Working it down her body, my face came
within inches of her boiling pussy. I paused slightly, watching it
pulse and flow. "God! Come on, hurry!" I heard my wife order. They all
howled again, making jokes about her impatience at my clumsy attempts.
Ripping her costume several more times, I finally peeled the last
pieces from her manicured toes.
Her heat made her body glow with lust. Her smooth olive skin glistened
with a light sheen of perspiration. The definition of her firm tight
muscles covering her stomach, legs, and ass gave her the look of a
wild animal as she paced back and forth, waiting for what he promised
her.
"Pick your dick, honey," he joked. She knew immediately what she
wanted. She walked briskly to Chris, hands shaking as she struggled to
open his pants. Seeing the giant bulb exposed above his belt, she
licked it feverishly while freeing the rest of his monstrous cock. She
stripped him completely, not satisfied with only part of his young
body.
"Show your husband what you've been waiting for - show us all."
He motioned to the pool table in the middle of the room. She eagerly
climbed onto the green felt and crawled to the center of the table. She
was on all fours, looking behind her for Chris' huge cock. As he
climbed onto the table, she lowered her head and shoulders to the
felt, offering her ass and gaping genitals to him.
He approached her, mouth watering as her steaming cunt begged for
relief. His slim young body was hard and wiry, with no body hair
except for a few blonde strands at the base of his rock-hard cock. His
immense penis jutted obscenely from his crotch, totally out of
proportion with the rest of his frame. Now, in the bright light that
spotlighted their stage, it looked even larger than I remembered.
Branching veins rose from the surface of the shaft, visibly throbbing
as they supplied the engorged, purple head with blood. The 14 inch
weapon must have been 3 inches thick. The head was even more shocking.
It was the size of a tennis ball, the edges of the corona flaring
sharply before returning to the shaft's diameter. A steady trickle of
sticky liquid flowed from its eye, which gaped open in eager
anticipation.
He approached her from the rear, mouth watering at the sight of her
wet, swollen labia and clitoris, thrust outward below the two perfect
globes of her ass. Clutching his cock, he slowly rubbed the immense
head over her exposed genitals. A long, low moan escaped from deep in
her throat as she arched her back, trying to open herself to him as
fully as possible.
The leader stood at the side of the "stage" looking down at her face
with satisfaction. Her eyes were closed. Her head lay on the soft
felt, turned toward him. She gasped for breath, showing the faint hint
of a smile on her open mouth as she tried to imagine how it would feel
to be filled with Chris' thick, hard cock. He brushed her shining
hair off her face and placed his huge paw on her cheek, stroking it
gently.
"Are you ready to take him inside you?"
"Yesss," she hissed between deep breaths.
"You must show your husband your complete surrender to me. Will you do
this?"
Trying to fight one last time, she did not answer immediately. She felt
the tip of Chris' finger enter her ass. She moaned again, thinking
only of the pleasure he gave her.
"Oh God, yes..........anything.........you......want from me."
David carried my limp body to the edge of the table. He tied my hands
behind my back, then bent me at the waist so that my upper body rested
on the surface, my face inches from my wife's.
"Look into your husband's eyes. Let your face show him how you have
abandoned him."
Her wide, liquid eyes stared into mine through strands of soft, dark
hair that I remembered caressing while me made love. I closed my eyes
to escape the ultimate humiliation.
Blinding pain exploded in my head as he invaded me.
"YOU WILL LOOK INTO HER EYES WHILE SHE RAGES AT THE END OF HIS COCK.
YOU WILL FIND LUST IN HER EYES THAT YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE.
YOU WILL WITNESS HER COMPLETE REJECTION OF YOU AND HER TOTAL
SURRENDER TO ME. AND YOU WILL ACCEPT THAT YOU HAVE LOST HER."
I was too weak to even try to resist. I opened my eyes to find her
still staring directly into mine.
As our eyes met, Chris began to slowly slide inside her. Her eyelids
fluttered. She began to release a series of long, low moans as her
eyes stayed locked on mine. She began to rock forwards, then back, as I
could feel Chris beginning to stroke her harder and faster. Her moans
turned into short cries, getting louder as his gigantic organ filled
her again and again.
The leader returned to the other end of the table. He watched with
satisfaction as Chris' cock stretched my wife's cunt to its limit,
plunging in and out. He reached under her and took her distended
clitoris between his fingers. The monster rolled and stroked it,
controlling her completely.
"I have your wife's stiff little clit in my fingers. Now look into her
eyes as she shows you total rejection and her lust for me!"
A cruel smile formed on her face seconds before she began to scream.
The orgasm rocked her violently as he milked her engorged clitoris. Her
body tensed as her hips jerked frantically against the boy's exploding
cock. A stream of semen flooded her inside. As the bulging head of his
penis crushed against her cervix, the blast of hot liquid shot by it
into her womb, filling it in seconds. Cum gushed from her cunt with
every stroke of his cock. Her ass was still in the air, and the excess
semen flowed down her belly and breasts, landing in a sticky pool that
soon surrounded us. As her orgasm subsided, she began to draw her
fingers through the puddle of cum and slowly, sensuously, licked them
clean. Her wide eyes still looked into mine, the cruel smile returning
to her full lips as his booming laughter filled the room.
