I woke suddenly as Chris and David kicked me several times, then jerked me to my feet. "Get cleaned up and dressed! We're having a party!" they yelled, causing my head to throb painfully.

I headed for the bathroom to shower, aware that the leader and my wife were nowhere to be found. Returning to our bedroom, I found a new tuxedo on the bed. David appeared at the door, grinning. "Put it on. You'll make a great butler!" he joked. I dressed slowly, still weak and dazed. I noticed the setting sun as I glanced out the window, realizing that I had lost the better part of the entire day.

I returned to the living room to find my wife and the three intruders waiting. The men were dressed in tuxes, each wearing a brightly colored Mardi Gras mask covering the upper half of his face. My wife stood facing me, in front of the monster, his hands on her shoulders. She wore a floor length black cape, fastened in the front to completely conceal all but her beautiful face and shining black hair. A velvet choker lined with sparkling rhinestones circled her neck, holding the cape in place. I could just make out the faint outline of her naked body through the loose folds of the cape.

The leader approached me.

"You are the servant this evening. As a show of obedience and acknowledgment of your wife's total rejection of you, you will prepare her for tonight's festivities."

He placed the six capsules in my hand and motioned for my wife to come closer. She stood before me, glancing at her master. She then opened her mouth, terrified to imagine what obscenities the even larger dose would make her perform that night.

I couldn't do it. Could she survive a larger dose? How could I be the one responsible for the degrading acts she would crave?

"YOU WILL DO THIS. OBEY ME, OR I WILL HAVE HER RIP YOUR TESTICLES FROM YOUR BODY AND MAKE YOU WATCH WHILE SHE DEVOURS THEM."

My hands shook as I placed each pill on her outstretched tongue and watched her swallow them, one at a time.

Before long, the doorbell rang. "Our guests are hear, my dear," he said, turning my wife to face him. He unbuttoned the front of the cape from just below the collar to the floor, folding back the sides over each of her bare shoulders. She wore black velvet bands around her wrists and ankles, matching the dazzling choker. A fine gold chain loosely circled her waist, resting invitingly on her smooth, flat belly. The drugs had worked even more quickly, already engorging and distending her labia and clitoris. Her nipples hardened as I watched and her heavy breathing made her full breasts beckon each time she inhaled.

He took her to the door and opened it, greeting the first guests. They arrived over the next thirty minutes, men, women, and couples, all dressed in similar Mardi Gras attire. All wore the brightly colored masks to conceal their identity. The monster introduced my wife to them as they entered, smiling as they leered and told her how exciting she looked. Men and women alike drooled as they watched her body react to the drugs. As the butler, I was forced to stand beside her and thank them for their "kind remarks". They seemed to enjoy this, knowing I was her husband.

After a while, we heard a sharp knock on the door. I opened it to see a large black woman in evening dress and mask. Beside her was a man wearing a black robe identical to the one my wife wore. The leader welcomed them as the "guests of honor" and closed the door behind them. The man, probably in his mid-twenties, was strikingly handsome, with light brown hair and a perfect tan. As the leader, my wife, and I faced them, the black amazon unbuttoned his cape and pulled the sides over his shoulders.

He had the perfect "male model" body, hard and tanned. He was naked under the cape, except for black leather wrist and ankle bands. A narrow strip of leather encircled his penis and scrotum. My wife inhaled sharply as she noticed his raging erection. His penis jutted from the soft mound of pubic hair at its base, leaking sticky liquid from the opening in the hard purple head. His cock moved up and down slightly as his pulse pounded. In his eyes I saw the signs of the same drugs my wife struggled to overcome. I wondered if this was some unfortunate husband, forced into the same humiliation by his muscular, black captor.

The leader smiled knowingly at the black amazon as he encouraged my wife to welcome our new guests.

"I think a "glad-to-meet-you" kiss is in order, my dear."

As he guided my wife closer to her guest, his black counterpart did the same to the caped young man. They stood only a foot apart, each taking in the other's exquisite body. My wife lifted her gaze to his eyes. Closing the small gap between them, she placed her body against his, bringing her lips to his waiting mouth. His hands found her perfect ass as hers stroked his neck and hair. Their mouths were locked in a deep kiss, tongues wrestling and exploring. His hard cock worked against her belly, leaving sticky spots of pre-cum each time it pressed into her smooth skin. I was forced to stand next to them and watch as they held each other like familiar lovers. Others in the room began to notice their embrace and began to clap softly in appreciation.

After several minutes, our captor separated them, leaving each even more excited than before. My wife's abdomen was wet and sticky. Her own juices flowed down her inner thighs. Her swollen cunt visibly throbbed and pulsed as she stood before the crowd, desperately waiting to be satisfied. The young hunk had lost all control. He fought, wild- eyed, to reach my wife as his mistress held him in her firm grip. He suddenly let out a loud moan as cum spurted from his spasmimg penis. She continued to restrain him, arms pinned behind his back, as he spurted a hot stream of semen onto my wife's wet belly over two feet away. As the jet of hot cum sprayed her, she too began a long, low moan. The monster watched with pride as she orgasmed. Her hips worked back and forth obscenely, searching for a lover that could not be found. The muscles of her thighs and ass flexed repeatedly, the sheen of perspiration enhancing the definition of her delicious naked body. The room again broke into furious applause as they watched these two beautiful specimens writhing in intense orgasms.

A few people from the crowd approached my wife and her partner to participate. A tall blonde woman knelt before the young man, gently licking the cum from the end of his cock while milking his penis for more. A man and woman (husband and wife?) feasted on my wife as I watched. She expertly licked my wife's engorged cunt as her companion smoothed the dripping cum over her belly and breasts.

Finally Chris and David escorted my wife to another room while the young hunk's mistress led him to a separate room. I served food and drinks to the guests, listening to their comments about my wife and her "mate". Taking me aside, the monster told me to entertain our guests until the drugs had time to take full effect. It was impossible to imagine what that would be like. How could they possibly become more aroused? I would find out soon.

About an hour later, the lights dimmed and the guests began to applaud. The monster stepped into a circle of light in the center of the large room. Chairs and sofas moved from other areas of the house now formed a "theater-in-the-round", as people quickly seated themselves, competing for the best view.

Lowering his gaze from the light into the murmuring darkness around him, he spoke.

"Welcome, dear guests. We meet again tonight to savor that which is so important, so necessary to us. Animal lust and the humiliation it can bring to the innocent, feeds us, nurtures us, and binds us together as a family of those who share an awareness of the power this knowledge bestows.

"We will witness tonight the total surrender of those innocents, their humiliation and destruction of the ties that bind them together. As they weaken and accept the rejection of those most dear to them, we grow stronger, nourishing ourselves with their pain."

He looked into the audience and nodded. David and Chris carried a chair to the edge of the light. It held a struggling girl, bound and gagged. The pretty young blonde tried desperately to free herself, her eyes wide with terror.

"This young bride will know the total rejection of her new husband as he demonstrates his surrender to another. She will know the absolute humiliation of rejection before those who live for her pain."

He clapped twice. My wife and the poor girl's husband were brought to opposite sides of the circle. They had reverted to pure animal lust, both required restraining as they nervously looked about the room. When each saw the other's willing, naked body, they fought violently to escape to the waiting relief at the opposite side of the circle. My wife panted heavily. The audience gasped as they saw the steady flow of her juices fall from her pulsing cunt, wetting her straining legs. His penis was engorged to its limit, twitching and bobbing in front of him as he struggled to get to my wife. His pubic hair and lower abdomen were soaked from the constant flow of clear liquid that seeped from the opening of his raging cock.

His helpless wife's gag was removed and she immediately began to call his name through her raining tears.

"Oh God, Jim, please help me! Why are they doing this to us? What have they done to you? Please don't do this, honey. I love you! Pleease, pleease, don't, I love you!"

She began to cry openly as he stared at her, trying to break free from the drugs that controlled him.

The monster spoke to him.

"Give me your wife and I will give you what you really want," pointing to my moaning wife across the room. Tearing his gaze away from his wife, he watched mine struggling to get at him, hungry for his cock. "Take her!" he growled, as he lunged for the other side of the room. "Noooo, nooooo, oh God no!" she wailed as David and Chris began to cut her clothes from her slim, ivory body.

"Release them!" the giant ordered. They rushed toward each other at the height of the drugs potency. They met in the center of the light, feverishly running their hands over each others shining, naked bodies. Their mouths locked together in a smoldering kiss, tongues stabbing at each other. He suddenly grabbed her hair, pulling her backwards onto the carpet. She opened her legs at once inviting him to enter her, to fuck her, to make her scream with pleasure. With a swift thrust, he filled her, burying his cock in her with a single stroke. She quickly wrapped her strong legs around him as he pounded her cunt repeatedly with his swollen cock. He made growling noises like a wild animal as he brutally fucked her. She let out a sharp cry with each of his savage thrusts. She clutched him with her arms and legs, exploring his tight ass and strong back as she savored his brutality.

He suddenly let out a chilling scream as his cock exploded inside her. His screams continued as he pumped harder and faster, filling her cunt with his sperm. As he came, she took his head in her hands and brought his mouth to hers, sloppily sliding her tongue between his parted lips.

As soon as she sensed he was finished, she rolled him onto his back, keeping his erection inside her as she gripped it with her aching cunt. She eagerly explored his hard chest and stomach as she slowly rotated her hips, grinding her inflamed clitoris against him. From her seat, his wife was forced to watch as his still erect penis slipped from my wife's juicy hole. She immediately reached under her, found his slippery cock, and moved the slick head to her tight asshole. Slowly, she lowered herself, taking it inside her, moaning, stopping, then taking more, until the entire length filled her rectum. She then began to roll her swollen clit between her fingers as she squirmed on top of him. He played with her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she began to lose all control. Her head fell back, a load moan growing from her throat. The moan rose in pitch until it became a ear piercing scream. The crowd stared in amazement as she jerked and thrashed, whipping her head from side to side as she went to a place she had never been before. She cursed and screamed, "Oh fuck! God, Jesus, oh, fuck me, cum in me! I'll never come back to you after this, you impotent fuck! Oh, Jesus, it feels so good! He's mine now you little cow, you cold little bitch, fuck you! Fuck everything! Oh God, I love this!" She moaned, her eyes closing, her body suddenly moving so wildly it became a blur. A second, more powerful orgasm hit her, granted to her by the monster's will for her cooperation. She gyrated and spasmed incoherently for several more minutes, then collapsed on the terrified husband, losing consciousness.

His helpless wife was screaming, terrified first by what she saw, then by what Chris and David were doing to her. They dragged her from the chair to the middle of the room where they finished stripping her in front of the audience. Her exhausted husband watched as Chris freed his giant erection from his pants and began to push the huge head into her tight, blonde slit. She screamed and fought as he buried as much as he could inside her. After only two strokes, her tight cunt quickly milked him to orgasm. His sperm sprayed from her tiny pussy as he blasted his jet of come into her, soaking her ass and legs as it collected in a pool on the carpet beneath her. As David masturbated over her face, he began to cum, squirting his hot load into her surprised mouth, then covering her face and long blonde hair with the rest.

Totally devastated, she went limp, staring into space as the audience exploded in cheers and applause. The monster entered her mind for the first time, claiming his prize, telling her how to please him and what she would become.

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."

Later that evening, I was led to our garage, still bound and naked. I was surprised to see a black limousine waiting, just barely able to fit in the small, dark space. Chris and David opened the right rear door and heaved me inside, slamming it behind me. The interior was luxurious, mostly soft, black leather, accented by scarlet carpet and velvet trim. The compartment was spacious, my seat facing another long leather sofa. Across from me sat the monster, sprawled in the center of the heavily cushioned seat. He smiled quietly as he watched my reaction to the scene before me.

My wife lay on her back, stretched out over the entire length of the seat, her hips elevated, resting directly on his lap. She wore a deeply cut tunic made entirely of transparent red lace. It came to just above her navel, displaying her flat, soft belly and freshly shaved genitals. Her firm, sculptured legs moved restlessly as she worked her toes into the velvet trim of the opposite door. Eyes closed, she rolled her head slowly from side to side as she ran her fingers through her silky, dark hair. Now and then, soft purring sounds caused her supple throat to tense slightly as she adjusted herself on his powerful hips. She appeared heavily drugged, completely immersed in a sea of pleasure.

He stroked her body with expert hands. Moving down her swaying legs, he stopped, then returned his caresses up along her inner thighs. Avoiding her pussy, he continued along the creases of her groin, causing her to inhale sharply as he passed over soft, sensitive secrets, once shared with me alone. His fingers brushed her abdomen, playing, teasing, but never quite reaching the waiting slit between her legs.

As he played with her, the lips of her pussy opened and stiffened, so engorged with blood that they rose above her elevated hips in obscene relief. Her clitoris jutted over them like a small penis, visibly throbbing in time to her racing pulse. Occasionally he would wet his finger with her juices, then gently trace the folds of her inner labia, causing her to stiffen and moan loudly. He carefully avoided her clit, allowing her hunger to build, saving her for what was to come.

The car had begun to move, but the darkened windows made it impossible to tell where we were headed. As she enjoyed his caresses, he spoke to me while we sped through the night.

"Tonight we hold a ceremony of great importance to me. We will travel to a sacred place where my family will gather. Your sweet wife will formally denounce and reject you, our version of divorce. She will then become my bride and property before you and my people. This ritual will completely sever her physical desire for you. She may stay with you if she wishes, but you will never satisfy her again. Her body will belong to me forever, to use as I see fit."

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes as I watched her respond to his touch. Could he really do this? Was he just some madman leading another warped cult? Terror gripped me as I remembered his ability to enter our minds, and the impossible changes in David's and Chris' physical appearance as they ravished my wife over the past days.

After a long drive, the car finally slowed to a stop. He continued to stroke my wife as she became increasingly aroused. I noticed that her left hand was busy in his lap, kneading and grasping his erection through his clothes. "This is where you get out," he announced. The door opened suddenly and with one giant hand, he shoved me out of the car. I landed hard in the dirt, stunned as I watched the shiny black limo pull away into the darkness.

I was quickly wrestled to my feet by a small group of men dressed in red robes and the familiar Mardi Gras masks. I was dragged a short distance to the edge of a dense, dark woods, then along a trail that led to a large, open circle filled with people, all dressed in similar costumes. They watched as I was carried to a large stone circle in the center of the clearing. Embedded in the stone floor were two huge wooden beams, forming the shape of a large X, rising into the night sky. I struggled, terrified, as my feet were tied to heavy ropes, passing through pulleys at the top of each beam. I was then hoisted by my ankles, my legs spread as my feet were drawn to each end of the crossed beams. My hands were then tied to the bottom of each beam, stretching my arms to the limit. Hanging upside-down, I saw the crowd gather around me in anticipation. Lighted torches blazed at the perimeter the clearing, and hundreds of candles burned on the stone floor in front of me. The fear was paralyzing as I was suspended, naked and vulnerable, before this depraved audience.

Chills covered my body as I heard a low chanting begin. The crowd parted in front of me, reciting ominous alien phrases. Through the dim light, I could make out the monster and my wife approaching me. He looked larger and more terrifying than I had ever seen him. His face was concealed by a horrific mask with huge horns and bulging eyes. He was naked, except for a small red thong that barely covered his egg- sized testicles and bursting erection. The moonlight and candles highlighted every muscle, as all eyes followed his impressive body.

My wife was almost unrecognizable. Her eyes were wide with lust and excitement as she walked beside him, her small hand in his. She wore the same red lace tunic, but with several additions. Her hair was piled on top of her head, held in place by red ribbons and a long red bridal veil which fell over her radiant face. The twenty-foot red train that trailed behind her was held in place by a small red thong that opened in front to display her swollen vulva. The bright red of her "bridal gown" seemed to glow in the light of the hundreds of burning candles around her. Her distended genitals and nearly naked body, clothed in this hideous gown, added to the perverse atmosphere of the occasion.

They stopped several feet in front of me. Removing her veil, he brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. Her soft moan sent a murmur through the crowd. He released her, turning her to face me. Her eyes were fixed on mine as he removed her train and thong with a swift tug. I looked up at her, amazed at the flow of juices from her gaping pussy. The torches lighted her from the back, revealing every curve of her body through the thin lace. Her large breasts and hard nipples strained against the lace, nearly bursting it with every deep breath.

He stood back as she approached me on the rack. Reaching out, she gently pulled my penis and balls aside with her left hand. In her right hand was a small capsule which she slowly inserted into my ass. I felt a warmth spread through my gut as she watched me patiently. He moved behind her, licking her neck and ears as they watched me respond.

Very soon I knew this was the same drug he used on her, so many times before. Within minutes I had the hardest erection of my life. It jerked and throbbed as droplets of pre-cum fell on my stomach and face. My hips moved involuntarily as I struggled to find relief. The crowd started to chant again as they watched me thrust my cock back and forth, more of my fluids falling to the stone floor. It was maddening! How did my wife stand the doses he gave her?

He turned her to face him, then spoke.

"You have reached a crossroads, a place to which you can never return. You will spill his seed one last time. Your beautiful body will never again give him pleasure. You will crave only my mouth, my body, my cock. You will live to be my slut and slave."

Staring into his eyes, she took her oath.

"I will never again give him pleasure. I crave only your mouth, your body, and your cock. I live to be your slut and slave."

He handed her a small glass goblet. She accepted it and came close to me, inches away. In a slow, rhythmic, motion, she began to rub her dripping cunt against me. Her juices flowed down my chest as she pushed harder against me. As she began to moan, she took my cock in her right hand and began to pump. I came within seconds, shooting a heavy stream of cum into the goblet in her other hand. She quickly took both testicles into her mouth while she milked my spurting cock into the goblet. As she tongued my balls, I came a second time, adding another sticky load to the glass. When she saw my cum stop, she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and milked me for several minutes more, spitting every drop of my sperm into the goblet.

"Do you reject him totally, completely, as long as you shall live?"

As she looked into his eyes, a single tear ran down her cheek. Horrified, he ripped into her brain, ranting and screaming, killing all resistance. She winced slightly, then said the words.

"I reject him totally and completely, as long as I shall live."

"You may now show us proof of your oath. Will you give him pain while I give you pleasure?"

"Yes."

Placing the glass of sperm on a large raised stone nearby, she faced me again, taking one of my testicles in each hand. He moved close behind her, stroking her firm ass. She began to squeeze my balls, her fingertips finding the most sensitive spots almost immediately. The familiar agony returned - aching, burning, searing pain. He reached under her and took her hard clitoris between his fingers. She cried out, stabbing more violently at my balls as her orgasm approached. She sought and found the sensitive cords higher in my scrotum, pinching and milking the exposed nerves running along them. I was screaming now, the loud chanting of the crowd drowning out my shrieks of agony.

As he rolled her clit, he inserted a finger into her ass, making her orgasm at once. She screamed and thrashed while he held her tightly, one finger in her ass, the others dancing over her throbbing, exposed cunt. She clung to my balls as she spasmed, pulling my body away from the heavy beams that held me, then smashing me back onto the hard supports. As I lost consciousness, I looked up to see her head turned back over her shoulder, kissing him as he continued to play with her sopping cunt.

I was rudely revived when one of the robed men dowsed my limp body with a bucket of ice cold water. Apparently, I was not to miss any of the ceremony that followed. I looked up along my stretched, naked body, surprised to see my penis still hard and twitching. An occasional droplet of pre-cum fell from its tip to the cold stone platform beneath me. Thin trickles of blood ran from my burning scrotum, past my erection, mixing with the drying pre-cum on my stomach. I was afraid to imagine the damage she had inflicted to my testicles as she was racked with the violent orgasm.

Two robed women approached the stage. Between them walked a slim young girl, trancelike in her movements. As they came closer, I recognized her as the blonde wife he had initiated in our home the previous night. She was thin, not quite skinny, except for her large jutting breasts topped with tiny hard nipples. Her ivory skin seemed to glow, reflecting the light from the full moon overhead. She was naked, except for a heavy leather collar with a large brass ring attached to the front. Her wrists and ankles were circled by similar leather bands with rings. A short length of scarlet rope bound her wrists to her collar, her raised arms still unable to conceal her large breasts. Another rope was tied between rings on her ankle bands, allowing her only small, careful steps as she approached. Her shaved pussy was unfolded, a button of a clitoris straining to emerge from its juicy hood. Her smooth inner thighs twitched as she walked, trying to find relief from the powerful drugs that fired her. Panting heavily, her tiny waist drew attention to her white, flat belly as it sucked in and out with each deep breath. Terror consumed her as she took in the scene before her, but the drugs forced her body to obey.

He faced my wife again, hands stroking her sensitive neck.

"Use this vessel to dispose of your husband's final seed. When it is gone, you will no longer desire pleasure in his presence. Your beautiful body will respond to me only, longing for me constantly, always obeying me."

"I long for you constantly, always obeying," she repeated.

Retrieving the goblet from the stone, she offered it to the shaking young blonde. Entering her mind, he commanded, "DRINK THE FINAL SEED OF HER LOST HUSBAND. BREAK THEIR TIE AS YOURS WAS SO EASILY SEVERED." Hands shaking, she took the goblet, raising it to her parted lips. Tilting the glass, she felt the warm, thick paste enter her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, choking as the sticky cum slid down her throat. Finally, she took the goblet from her lips as the last drops of my semen entered her belly.

The monster turned to face his audience, announcing, "Bring him to me." Two large robed men dragged a third man to the stone circle. The leader removed the man's mask, revealing the face of the young blonde's husband.

"You have tried to deceive me. You can not hide your betrayal of our family, just as you could not conceal the betrayal of your own wife. I will now take payment for your feeble deception."

The man proclaimed his innocence and begged for mercy as he was stripped and tied, spread-eagled, to the massive stone at the circle's center. His drugged wife watched helplessly, tears streaming down her face.

The monster turned to my wife, probing her mind, teaching her how to proceed. She looked into his angry eyes for a short time, then walked slowly to the stone alter. Kneeling between the struggling man's legs, she held out the small, sharp scalpel he had given her. The man screamed in terror as she began to work.

Quickly and deliberately she opened his shrinking scrotum, slitting the small pouch down the middle. Pulling back the skin, she retrieved a gray testicle, painfully stretching its cord from his body. With a practiced nick, she severed the pulsing egg and placed it on his chest, allowing him to watch it die. She repeated the procedure on the remaining testicle, placing it alongside the first.

His screams were hideous. I was terrified that I might be next. He appeared to weaken as the blood streamed from his crotch. His screams turned to quiet moans as he stared into space, delirious. As he quieted, my wife climbed onto his bleeding body, straddling his abdomen. She began to grind her leaking pussy into him with savage thrusts. Each time she drove her frantic pelvis into him, he moaned louder, the blood leaving his limp body more quickly as her muscular buttocks rotated against his lower abdomen. His body jerked as she orgasmed, thrashing and pounding him with her strong hips and ass. Recovering quickly, she stood beside him, holding one of his severed balls in each hand.

The monster led the terrified blonde to where my wife stood, beside the stone platform.

"This is the price of infidelity and deception."

He nodded at my wife, anger still filling his eyes. As both husband and wife watched, she closed her long fingers around the firm organs, crushing them with a sudden squeeze.

As the monster raised his arms and looked up into the night, the stone floor began to shake. The large altar began to crack and the stone circle around it vibrated and crumbled. The stone around the altar disintegrated, opening a shaft eight feet in diameter. The altar collapsed and fell into the deep well, carrying the blonde's screaming husband into a swirling vortex of steam and smoke. The crowd chanted loudly as a thick column of twisting fog exited the shaft and extended up into the night.

"Come, my children," invited the giant, smiling. Chris and David scampered to him from out of the darkness, waiting eagerly by his side. "She is my gift to you. Do what you wish with her." Removing the ropes from young blonde's wrists and ankles, he released her pale shaking body to them.

They pounced on her like wild animals. David held her shoulders, licking her face and breasts while Chris held her legs in the air as he stood between them. They pulled her violently in opposite directions, her terrified screams rising over the endless chanting. Chris worked his way to her wet, swollen cunt, placing the head of his immense cock at the entrance. With a quick shove, he filled her, enjoying her sudden moans of pleasure. David's tongue entered her mouth, exploring the depths of her body as it slowly snaked down her delicate throat.

They danced around the forbidding pit as they held her body in the air between them. Chris repeatedly buried just over half of his enormous cock in her, pounding the giant head against her tight cervix with each thrust. Her small body was stretched and twisted, her mind reeling in the confusion of the pleasure and pain she received. Chris' thrusts became more violent, tearing the delicate tissues of her cervix and vagina. As he began to fill her with his sperm, his cock tore through her cervix, painfully penetrating her womb. She howled as the pain overcame all other sensations. His hot cum filled her as they leaped over the edge of the shaft and disappeared into the steaming vortex below. She belonged to them now, condemned to an eternity of pain and pleasure, taken to a place where they would share her with others even more experienced in the torture of her young body.

Immediately the ground began to shake a second time. The pillar of dense fog was sucked back into the shaft as the stone floor began to reform. Within minutes, the stone had returned to its stark appearance, the ancient altar reappearing before my eyes. For the first time tonight, silence blanketed the clearing in the dark woods. The audience stood quietly, waiting for their leader to speak.

He stood facing them, my wife by his side. Their perfect bodies stood like sculptures in the flickering candlelight. He broke the silence with his commanding voice.

"I have come before you tonight to wed this succulent woman. You will be witnesses to our vows, our bond, and our lust for each other. To become part of our family is a rare and special privilege. We make our vows with respect and reverence to those most dear to us."

He turned to face my wife, her dazed eyes fixed on his. Running his large hands over her shoulders and neck, he stroked her hair, beginning his vows.

"I will satisfy you in every way. I will possess you and protect you. I will pleasure you as no other man can. I will take you places yet unimagined and return you more of a woman than any man can know."

Trembling with excitement, she began.

"I discard the flesh that was once my husband. He will never again know the warmth of my body or the pleasure I can give. I will satisfy you and you alone in every way. I will submit to you completely, body and mind. I will be your wife and slut, giving myself to others at your whim. I will follow you to places unimagined and return, sharing new heights of ecstasy unknown to all but you.

He pulled her close to him, their mouths meeting, as she ran her hands over his neck and massive shoulders. She welcomed his skilled tongue deeply into her mouth as she pressed her breasts and cunt against his hard body. She could feel his stiff erection against her belly as she moved her hands over the familiar contours of his narrow, muscular ass. I watched, sickened, as their passionate embrace continued for several minutes.

He broke the embrace, again addressing his audience.

"We now invite you to share our first coupling as husband and wife. We offer this display as proof of our vows and as a gesture to you of our respect and belonging to our family."

She raised her arms over her head to allow him to remove the red lace tunic. As he lifted it over her head, the crowd gasped at the sight of her firm, chiseled body. Excited by the crowd's response, she quickly peeled the elastic thong down his thick thighs, exposing his raging cock and huge balls. She dropped to her knees, sucking the hard, purple head into her mouth. She felt him grasp her by the hair, gently lifting her back to her feet. "It seems my new wife is impatient to begin!" he laughed. The audience returned his laughter, forgiving her mistake.

He carried her to the altar, carefully laying her on the cold stone. She immediately opened her legs, inviting him to take her. He stood between her outstretched legs, watching her, waiting for the words. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Fuck me," she whispered. "They must hear you so they can share this," he coached. "Fuck me, please fuck me!" she cried. "Make me cum! Cum in me, my husband!"

He lowered himself to her waiting body, slowly sliding the length of his cock into her. She responded with a satisfied, "Yessss, oh yesssss!" He slowly withdrew from her, his bobbing penis suspended above her writhing hips. Clasping it with both hands, she moved the purple head to her cunt and inserted it. Fingering his balls, she pulled him closer, filling herself a second time with the full length of his cock. He remained motionless, his organ buried deep within her as he smiled down at her.

"Do you want my seed inside you, wife?"

"Please, fill me with your seed, husband."

He worked his hips in circles, keeping his penis deep inside her. My wife moaned openly as he massaged her clitoris with fevered gyrations. Her hands clutched his ass as she tilted her hips up to him, exposing her swollen genitals to his grinding motion. Lowering his face to her, their mouths met in a hungry kiss. He began to stroke her with his cock, continuing to rotate his hips. She moaned louder as his immense body covered her, his strong hands holding her beautiful face.

Soon her body began to shake as she released a constant, loud moan. Her hips bucked wildly into his plunging cock, her fingers digging into his muscular buttocks. He kept his mouth over hers as she came, as if trying to ingest each of her muffled moans and cries. As she orgasmed, his body stiffened, then began to release a gush of semen into her. The hot stream of cum against her cervix sent her body into frenzied spasms, intensifying her continuing orgasm to a level she had not imagined. Cum leaked from her as her vagina overflowed, sending a small river of semen down the side of the altar.

I was sickened by the view above them from where I was tied. His massive body covered her from neck to crotch. The only parts of my wife visible to me were her sweet face as her tongue wrestled with his in their passionate kiss, and her long, firm legs as they squirmed and flexed under him. Thick wads of cum ran from between her legs to the edge of the altar, then spilled over the side, forming an expanding puddle on the stone floor below.

While she came, he pulled his mouth from hers, turning her face toward the audience to allow them to watch her joy as he sustained her orgasm. She gasped and moaned loudly now, feeding the crowd with her unrestrained passion. Applause rose from the murmuring crowd as they showed her their appreciation.

Finally, their bodies stilled and relaxed. Panting, they rested, recovering from the marathon of lust. After a few minutes, he rose to his feet and faced the excited crowd. His long penis hung to mid thigh, wet with his cum and my wife's juices.

"My wife and I thank you for witnessing our sacred event. You may now receive our gift to you for your attendance."

A line formed at the foot of the altar as he led his followers, one by one, to a position between my wife's open legs. Kneeling, they lowered their mouths to her sopping cunt, drinking a small portion of their leader's precious seed. She watched, smiling, as every man and woman in the audience approached to taste her, to savor her new husband's gift to them.

One by one, the members of the audience disappeared into the dark woods. When the clearing was deserted, he lifted her in his huge arms and approached me. He held his prize close to him, her tired head resting on his wide chest. His cum still dripped from her crotch, falling to the stone beneath them in thick globs. She nuzzled his chest, licking him now and then as he cradled her beautiful body. He watched me for a long time, showing me his victory, making sure I would remember her surrender to him. Turning, he carried her into the black night, leaving me tied and alone as thunder rumbled in the distance. A sudden breeze chilled my naked body as a light rain began to fall, washing the blood from my chest and belly. After what seemed like hours, I drifted off into a deep sleep.

I opened my eyes to familiar surroundings. Early morning sunlight filtered through our bedroom window as my feet sank into the thick, comforting carpet. The house was quiet, except for an occasional passing car and a chorus of birds in the backyard. It was like waking from a nightmare, relieved to find myself safe and secure, thankful for the escape back to reality.

Quietly, carefully, I searched the house. Each time I found a room empty, I feared that the next would contain the monster and his brood. The absence of the terror and humiliation surrounding us over the past days was almost too much to hope for. After several thorough inspections, I was certain I was alone. I began to imagine the worst for my wife. Was she safe? Had she left me? Her clothes and possessions were untouched. Everything was as it should be. Could this all have possibly been a dream or some kind of hallucination? What the hell was going on?

Hunger began to gnaw at me as I remembered how little I had eaten over the past few days. The breakfast I prepared was delicious and my strength began to return. A badly needed shower was next. The torrent of hot water was rejuvenating and relaxing. As my frayed nerves began to recover, I felt a burning sensation over my groin. Looking down, I saw the water turn pink as blood seeped from my lacerated scrotum. I guessed the dream theory was out. I soaped myself gingerly, cleaning my wounds. After cleaning up, I dressed, feeling like I was part of the real world again.

I searched the house again for my wife, but couldn't find a trace of her. Telling myself to relax, I decided to wait a while for her return, probably from shopping or lunch with the girls. It was Saturday, and she was frequently gone most of the day.

By evening, I became more concerned. By 2:00 am, I considered calling the police. Was the monster still in our lives? Would he retaliate, possibly harming her, if I pursued him?

After a sleepless night, Sunday passed without a word from her. By Sunday night I was a wreck. Restlessly, I paced through the house and drank, trying to decide what to do.

At midnight, the doorbell rang. I raced to the forier, anxiously swinging open the front door. I turned to stone as I saw the monster and my wife, hand-in-hand, waiting. Without a word they entered, the giant smiling as he looked down at me. He wore an expensive suit and was impeccably groomed. Although still huge, he could have passed for a lawyer or a businessman. My wife stood beside him, her face showing a nervous smile. She wore a beautiful black velvet gown, brushing the floor as she walked. The neckline was low enough to reveal the top half of both breasts, including a bit of her dark nipples at the border. As she passed me, I noticed the back of the dress dipped to display the two sharp dimples and crease of her perfect ass. They made themselves at home on the sofa as I followed them into the living room for an explanation.

He watched me calmly as he spoke in even tones.

"I hope you weren't worried, but every couple deserves a honeymoon."

My wife fidgeted beside him, watching me as he continued.

"I am returning my new wife here to live. You will care for her, provide for her, and be a companion for her. You will not have sex with her or attempt to excite her in any way. That is for me alone. The lust she carries for me is strong, and you must come to terms with her perpetual cravings. They are not for you to share. I will visit often to enjoy her body and to provide relief from the heat within her. We will spend time away from you, the length and purpose of which is not your concern. You will find her changed in many ways, some undoubtedly disturbing to you. You will live with her, grow accustomed to these things, and accept them as conditions over which you have no control. This is not your choice. I have decided this, and you will obey."

As he spoke, her hand rested on his huge thigh, stroking it while she listened. She looked at me calmly, as though the arrangement was agreed upon before their arrival. I saw no evidence of the drugs, but something about her was very different.

"I have business to attend to, and will be leaving now."

He rose from the sofa and walked to the door. She followed him, standing near him as he turned to leave. He smiled at her, and she embraced him, straining to reach his wide mouth. Her hand went to his erection, stroking and squeezing it through his suit. His hands trailed down her bare back, circling the crevice between her buttocks, returning up along the sides of her exposed torso, making her gasp as he brushed the outer curves of her breasts.

"I must go," he replied. Breathless, she watched him leave, staring at the door that closed behind him. Recovering slowly, she turned to me with sympathy in her eyes. I went to her and held her, watching a tear escape down her cheek. Putting her arms around me, she cried softly, her face buried in my chest. She was so beautiful, so vulnerable, her body soft and hard at the same time.

As my erection reached its full size, she felt it against her flat stomach. Immediately she pushed me away, running to the bathroom and slamming the door. Coming closer, I could hear her gagging and vomiting on the other side of the door. After ten or fifteen minutes she returned, glaring at me, keeping her distance.

"I'm sorry. I love you, but the thought of you fucking me makes me ill. I can't help it; it's the way I am now. I'm sorry, but I can only be with him now."

I couldn't face her. My head was swimming as I bolted out the door. I jumped in the car, hoping a drive would clear my head.

I returned several hours later, still upset. As I entered the house, I heard my wife's voice. Walking quietly to our bedroom, I listened to her conversation on the phone.

"But I need you now. My cunt is aching and wet. I want you inside me. I need to lick your balls and suck your hard cock. ... Yes, I know, but I can't wait that long! .. No, he got an erection after you left, but it made me sick. ... But- ... yes, I understand. ... Yes ...Yes ... OK ... I will. ...I understand. ...OK ... I'm yours, my husband."

I peered around the corner as she hung up the phone. She was on the bed, wearing only her slip, staring at the ceiling. Her legs were drawn up, and I could see she was naked underneath. Her open legs framed her swollen cunt. Her juices gleamed as they soaked the bedding beneath her. She played with her breasts, hands moving under the sheer, black slip.

I couldn't take any more. I charged into the room to the bed.

"What are you doing? Was that him on the phone? How long do you think I can stand this?"

She looked at me from the bed, still playing with her stiffened nipples, not bothering to stop.

"I'm sorry, I told you I can't help it! I need sex so badly, but it has to be with him! He won't even let me masturbate! I'm in as much agony as you are! How can I possibly live like this!"

Pulling her hands from under the slip in frustration, she began to cry, the smell of her sex filling the room. What could I do? Her excited body had made me hard again, but comforting her in my obvious condition would only make her sick. I walked slowly from the room, hoping she could help herself. I poured the first of many drinks, trying to deaden the pain the monster had again inflicted.

The next few days were increasingly difficult. We barely talked, each knowing the pain we caused the other. While in the house, she wore only a cotton shirt tied at the front. Her jostling breasts flirted with me each time the top fell open to reveal the soft flesh that now belonged to him. She stayed naked from the waist down, as he requested. He had warned her that if she was not ready, with her cunt exposed, he would refuse to satisfy her the next time he arrived. Her long, sculptured thighs were constantly slick with the liquids that flowed unendingly from her dripping cunt. It sickened me to know that her blatant display of lust was fired only by the creature that caused our misery.

One day, just after noon, a package arrived for her. She had rushed to the door, hoping it was him. The mailman stared at her, taking in her body as she signed for the package, mortified at her mistake. Opening the shoebox-sized parcel, she read the letter inside.

Dear wife,

Enclosed is an assortment of condoms. You will show your love for me by filling them with cum. You may drain any man you wish (except your house companion) in any manner you wish. Collect each of your newfound lover's semen in a separate condom, tie the end, and save them for me. When you accumulate 12 cum-filled condoms, I will reward you with an intense sexual experience, bathing you in ecstasies you can not imagine. Enjoy yourself as you milk these men of their semen, and think of me as they shoot their hot cum into your beautiful, desperate body.

Without a word, she disappeared into the bedroom carrying the box. Minutes later she reappeared, having added a pair of tiny red shorts and sandals to her outfit. I noticed several packs of the brightly colored condoms stuffed in her purse as she hurried out the door.

As the week passed, she brought home several used condoms each day. Refusing to tell me where she "filled" them, my imagination began to torture me. She retrieved them from everywhere - work (her lecherous boss?), the gym (a sweaty personal trainer?), and movies (another stranger?). She dressed seductively each night and went out for hours, sometimes returning with two or three trophies for her master. She displayed her cum collection in a large glass bowl which she placed at the head of our bed, reminding me to keep my distance when we shared the bed. I was forced to accept her treasures when she returned, then place the slimy, knotted sacks into the bowl. It was also my job to keep track of the total, informing her immediately when she acquired a sufficient number to earn the fevered stroking of her master's always erect cock.

By the following Saturday she had collected sixteen condoms, five of them on Friday night. I heard her make the call to him, talking softly in the bedroom. Her hand entered her open blouse, playing with her breasts as she received his praise for her obedience and devotion. She answered him breathlessly, with short responses and low, throaty moans. She leaked freely onto the bedding where she sat, lubricating her thighs as she rubbed them together, feeling the warmth spread from her wet genitals to her belly and breasts. I was sickened to see how intensely she responded to his voice. I felt I had truly lost her.

Seeing me at the door, she closed and locked it, preparing herself for his arrival later that night. After an hour, she reappeared in the clothes she had selected for his anticipated visit. She wore a white, lace half-bra, exposing and lifting her breasts and nipples forward, offering them to his waiting hands. A narrow, white satin braid circled her slim waist. Another section of braid ran from front to back, buried in her swollen labia and the crevice of her perfect ass. Small gold rings fastened it in the front and back to the elegant braided belt. Covering her body from neck to toes was a sheer white gown, held in place by a gold collar. The nearly transparent covering accented her firm, tan body as she moved enticingly beneath it.

He had requested that I also dress for the occasion. Naked, I wore only a leather strap around my cock and balls attached to a long gold chain. Forced to allow my wife to again insert one of his capsules into my ass, my cock sprang to attention in front of me, its head wet with droplets of my pre-cum. She held my chain as she paced in front of the door, waiting for his arrival.

Very soon the doorbell rang. My wife lunged for the door as I tried to prepare myself for the perversion and humiliation of the long night ahead.

He filled the open door with his huge frame, seemingly larger each time he appeared. His thickly veined arms sprouted from the sides of the black tank top that clung to him like a second skin. Mountainous knots of muscle strained at the fabric that covered his chest and stomach. The white spandex shorts left nothing to the imagination, showing a clear outline of his perpetual erection. I watched my wife as her eyes were drawn to it, following the thick cord along the bottom of the pulsating shaft to the sharply flared glans straining to escape from the waistband. His thighs nearly touched both sides of the door frame, bulging with tight bands of hard, woven muscle. His presence was so intimidating that my pulse pounded and my body shook in fear of what he was capable of this evening.

He entered, now having to duck to clear the top of the entrance to our home. My wife stood in awe of his towering, impressive physique. Once inside, he smiled at her hungrily, enjoying her longing body, displayed in a way that was calculated to excite him. He finally broke the tense silence.

"Well, aren't you going to kiss your husband?"

She approached him, eagerly reaching for his waiting lips. He lowered his face to hers, drinking the liquid from her warm, soft mouth. Her throat pulsed rhythmically as she wrestled and probed his tongue with hers. Her taught body stretched to meet him, showing the sculptured lines of her legs, ass and waist.

He released her, their eyes remaining locked in knowing, silent communication. He turned slightly toward the open door, looking behind him as he spoke.

"I've brought you a playmate tonight," he said softly. As he stepped aside, she entered, standing beside him with the same evil grin. I remembered that grin. This tall, muscular, black woman delivered the unfortunate blonde's husband to our house the night he was initiated. She was dressed the same as he, her large breasts bouncing under the tank top. Portions of the black globes overflowed through the open sections on each side, just in front of her large, firm arms. The elastic white shorts molded her protruding mound, already showing a damp stain along the vertical crevice between her incredibly large labia. She had the physique of a female bodybuilder, except for the jutting breasts capped with large, stiff nipples. Her smooth, ebony skin was stretched tightly over a well-muscled frame that promised a long night of humiliation and perversion.

She walked to my wife, drooling at this succulent prey. Reaching out, she examined the sheer, white material, running it through her fingers as she leered, waiting for my wife's reaction. My wife looked confused, unfamiliar with the advances of another woman. He watched her response with interest and amusement.

Suddenly, violently, she ripped the delicate covering from my wife's body. My startled wife stood her ground, her face and shaking body showing her growing apprehension. She looked to him for guidance, for answers to questions she had never been asked. He responded with emptiness from cold eyes she dreaded remembering.

The amazon again raised her muscular arms, this time stroking my wife's pouting breasts with her long, black fingers. She brought her fingertips to the nipples, feeling them stiffen as she rolled and pinched them. Excited by my wife's discomfort, she breathed the words softly into my wife's face.

"Hello, Beauty. My name's Agony. Won't you come play with me?"

She stood silently, shaking, not knowing how to respond. She expected him to satisfy her tonight, to fill her with his hard cock, to make her cum again and again until she found some relief to the urges that tortured her. Bewildered by this turn of events, she struggled to separate her heat of sexual frustration from the advances of this beautiful black lesbian.

"It's not polite to snub my friend, dear," mocked the giant. "Tell her you're sorry, then kiss and make up." "I'm sorry," my wife muttered, looking into the amazon's liquid, brown eyes. She winced slightly as he prodded her, then pressed herself against Agony's hard breasts as their mouths joined in a deep kiss. Her body trembled as feminine black hands caressed her back, then found her firm buttocks, pulling them apart, trying to find the wet wings of swollen flesh just out of reach. Her mind reeled as she felt the tip of a soft finger massage, then enter her ass. She let out a short moan as she desperately tried to fight the cravings that grew daily within her over the past week.

After toying with her for several minutes, Agony released her, asking again, "Come on Beauty, will you play with me?" She had no choice. "Yes," she answered.

We all headed for the living room. Agony had spied my chain. Gleefully recovering the loose end, she led me behind her, yanking hard now and then to hear me yelp. "You don't seriously let this disgusting thing touch you?" she asked my wife.

"Not any more, it makes me ill."

"It makes me ill, too," she said, laughing. Handing the end of my chain to the monster, she continued, "Please keep this pathetic bag of cum away from us. It's making both of us sick!" He chuckled as he accepted the chain, leading me to an iron railing near the stairs at the far end of the room. He passed the chain between my legs, tying and locking it to the waist-high railing behind me. I was forced to stand against the cold metal railing, my cock and balls tied tightly to it from behind. He returned to his chair without saying a word, watching my wife and his "friend" eye each other, waiting in the center of the room.

"I love how you've dressed for me tonight," began Agony in her soft, mesmerizing tones. Her voice was soothing, sexy, intoxicating; an eerie mismatch to her imposing stature. "And these, mmmm, so soft, white, and creamy." She lowered her mouth to my wife's breasts, licking them and sucking at the hardened nipples until they glistened with her saliva.

"Now, you do me," she cooed. My wife hesitated, then pulled Agony's top up over her head and off her outstretched arms. Her breasts were even larger than my wife's. They jutted forward, the large, dark nipples extending, moving like small fingers reaching out for her touch. Reluctantly, she lowered her face to Agony's heaving, black tits, taking one of the large nipples into her mouth. She struggled with her desire as she tongued and sucked both nipples, then her breasts, finally wetting her entire chest.

"Ohhh, Beauty, you sweet-tongued angel. Mmmmm, don't we play well together?"

Agony's praises and encouragements continued as my wife worked below her. The taste of her breasts was a mixture of vanilla and spice, surprisingly pleasing as she covered every inch with her lapping tongue. She caught brief whiffs of Agony's sex as the sweet, rich odor rose to entice her. The delicious tastes and smells of Agony's excited body softened her resistance a bit, as she relaxed and warmed with each compliment.

She cradled my wife's face in her hands, tilting it up to look into her blue eyes.

"I want to see you, Beauty. Show me all of you, please?"

Her voice was irresistible. My wife stood before her, slowly removing the last vestiges of her scanty outfit. After presenting the items to her master, she stood naked and shaking before her "playmate". She felt the wetness between her legs spread to the insides of her thighs. Her nipples burned as they continued to stiffen and pucker. She was unexpectedly embarrassed, not at her blatant sexual display, but because she was being teased and tempted by another woman.

"Would you like to see me too? Do you want me naked, Beauty?"

Again hesitating, she murmured, "Yes".

"We're friends now. You can call me Agony."

"Yes, Agony."

Slowly she peeled the tight pants over her wide hips and down Agony's long black legs. As she knelt to remove the pants and shoes, the sweet odor of her dripping vagina assaulted her senses. It attracted her, made her mouth water, like the smell of freshly baked bread.

"Go ahead, you can taste me if you like."

As Agony spread her legs, my wife rested both hands on her hard, black thighs and slowly ran her tongue along the juicy slit. It tasted incredible - so sweet, so satisfying! It entered her system, finding her pleasure centers, locking on to them and stimulating them like an addictive drug. She licked her again, this time lingering at the liquid center, drinking her juices. Her mouth covered Agony's cunt, sucking loudly as the secretions stimulated her. Her tongue danced over Agony's inner labia and clitoris, trying to produce more of the succulent nectar.

Agony's hips began to rock as my wife tongued her. She talked to her as she worked.

"Ohhh, yes, my Beauty. Lick me, my pet. Mmmmm, you're sooo good. That's it. Oh yes, put it inside me. Now lick me again, my sweet. Drink as much of me as you want, it's all for you, my Beauty. Ohhhh, ohhhh, OHHHHH!"

Agony thrashed in orgasm as she bucked against my poor wife's face. Falling onto her back from the lesbian's viscous thrusts, face soaked with her juices, she watched her finish her orgasm. Her hard, black, body twitched and jerked, then recovered, smiling down at my dazed wife.

"Mmmmm, I like playing with you," she purred.

"Would you like to cum too, my Beauty?"

"Yes, Agony," answered my wife, this time without hesitation.

She went to the giant and returned to my wife holding a huge, black phallus. It jiggled slightly as she held it by the base where several leather straps were attached. "Do you recognize it?" she asked, as she displayed its full length to my wife. "No, Agony. I'm not sure what you mean," she replied.

"It's an exact replica of my darling Chris' penis. You probably remember it, filling your hungry pussy with his cum until you were swimming in a pool of his sperm. He is one of my favorites, but then again, every child is special in his own way."

"Come, my Beauty, up on the sofa so I can pleasure you." My wife crawled the short distance to the sofa. Lying on her back, she curled one leg over the edge, cautiously opening herself to her playmate. She watched Agony fasten the straps around her firm butt and narrow waist, the giant black cock bobbing in front of her. Climbing between my wife's open legs, she covered her with her large, well muscled body. Supported on her hands, suspended above her, she slowly licked my wife's neck and face. Her tongue teased her, penetrating her open lips only to retreat, circle her mouth, then enter her again. After several minutes of teasing, my wife's hands circled her neck, drawing her close for a long, deep kiss. Agony held the tip of the dildo at the entrance of my wife's gaping vagina, working it in small circles over her labia and clitoris. The amazon licked her repeatedly, from ears to nipples, collecting and examining the flavors of her surrendering body.

Agony returned to her mouth again, probing deeply into her throat as she inched the firm, black likeness of her own son inside. My wife let a soft moan escape as it stretched her, remembering the ecstasy she received at the end of Chris' throbbing organ. Agony lowered her body, pinning my wife helplessly under her as she continued to drive the black cock deeper. Suddenly, my wife moaned loudly as the supple dildo entered her completely, probing her sensitive cervix. Agony began to grind her mound into my helpless wife, each clitoris sliding over the other as their orgasms approached. My wife's moans had turned to loud cries.

"Oh...oh...please Agony, fuck me! Make me cum! Oh God, you feel so good!"

"Yes...Yes, my Beauty. Soon...soon I'll make you cum. I want to taste you, to drink your juices as you come in my mouth, as you did to me."

Quickly unstrapping the dildo, she moved down to taste her boiling cunt. She worked the dildo against my wife's cervix as she eagerly licked the straining lips and clitoris above it. Finally, after working her tongue in several quick figure-eights directly on her engorged clit, my wife exploded, screaming and kicking in a crashing orgasm. Agony withdrew the phallus as she came, fastening her mouth over her vacant hole, drinking and sucking secretions that flowed from her. My wife continued to spasm uncontrollably, as Agony flashed a knowing smile to the giant across the room. After several minutes, it appeared that my wife would orgasm to exhaustion. Finally, Agony lowered herself on top of her thrashing body, stroking her face and talking to her in soft, quiet phrases.

"There, there, my pet. It's OK. Shhhh...Agony is here with you. Listen to my voice, my Beauty. Shhhh...Shhhh...that's it. Relax and listen to me, my sweet. Ahh yes, how beautiful you are when you cum. That's it. Agony is here for you."

She stroked her body gently as she talked her down from what appeared to be an unending orgasm. My wife breathed easier as the lesbian continued to fondle her belly and breasts, now quietly whispering in her ear. Then, pulling her close, my wife kissed her softly and sensuously, collapsing back onto the sofa with a faraway smile of newly found satisfaction.

Agony rose from the sofa and walked over to me, giving the giant a smile and a wink as she strolled past him. She grinned as she looked into my worried eyes, then dropped her gaze to my erect penis. The drug still controlled me, my cock throbbing and jerking uncontrollably as a small stream of pre-cum continued to flow down the underside of the turgid shaft. Her stunning presence made it difficult to control the maddening heat as my hips began to thrust forward slightly for relief.

Extending a long index finger, she slowly traced a line from my scrotum, along the bottom of the shaft, to the sensitive head. Lingering there, she circled the gaping eye, spreading the clear liquid over the hard knob. The sensation was agonizing. Her touch was just firm enough to tease, inflaming my lust as she tortured me.

She removed her finger, examining the sticky coating with a disgusted look. Thrusting it in front of my face, she purred, "This is your little mess. Why don't you clean Agony." The words washed over me like a warm wave. It was soothing, irresistible. She pressed the wet tip of her finger to my lips. I opened and accepted it, closing my mouth around the long delicate digit as she slowly removed it. I swallowed repeatedly, but the musky taste remained.

My wife stared at the floor, unable to stomach the degrading scene. She flinched as he entered her mind.

"YOU WILL WATCH HIS HUMILIATION. IT WILL BECOME A PART OF YOU."

She forced herself to look back at us, now part of Agony's next little game.

She continued to tease my jerking cock, feeding me the sticky residue with each trace of her skilled fingers. I struggled, thrusting my inflamed member back and forth, trying to touch anything that might give me relief. Bringing me to the edge of orgasm a dozen times, she skillfully prolonged my release. Her soft, sexy voice drove me wild as she played with me.

"Mmmmm...that's it...lick your sticky cum from my fingers. Oooo, doesn't that taste good? Agony loves feeding you like this. Want some more? There, another mouthful for you. Goood...now clean me...that's right. Oh, good boy! You've eaten every drop! Now, clean me again. Oh, very good."

She smiled sweetly as she wiped the remaining traces of saliva and pre- cum on my chest.

Her distended mound then began to swell. I saw the outer lips engorge and separate releasing a flood of syrupy liquid down the hard insides of her thighs. The intoxicating odor engulfed me, hot and sweet, from between her legs. I inhaled deeply, unable to resist the delicious aroma. She sensuously inserted a finger between her sopping labia, withdrawing a glob of the honey she produced. As before, she brought it to my lips, allowing me to suck every drop from the finger as it explored my hungry mouth. Filling myself with it, I felt it entering my brain, seeking out the connections that give pleasure, engulfing and controlling them. I drew it into me repeatedly, the hunger for it suddenly more urgent than my screaming sexual heat.

Agony knelt before me, carefully clasping my cock in both hands. Sucking the head into her mouth, I felt her probing tongue at the dripping entrance, the tip trying to work its way inside. To my horror, I felt her tongue enter me and begin to travel up my urethra. Spinning and twisting, the sensation was more than enough to put me over the edge, as I felt the crushing orgasm begin. The intensity was indescribable. It surrounded me, invaded me, separated me from reality, as it unleashed an assault on every nerve in my body. Pure sensations of pleasure at maximum intensity gripped me with unrelenting tenacity. White-hot streams of pure lust and abandon ripped through my body as I thrashed against the iron railing. I felt her impossibly long, snake- like tongue continue to invade me, now squirming against bowel and bladder, lashing at me from deep within my own belly.

The orgasm sustained its intensity, feeding on itself as I spasmed helplessly. As she withdrew her tongue, I looked down to see the thin, wet appendage disappear into the face of a hideous creature. Part reptilian, part something indescribable, it glared at me through red, slitted eyes. Jagged teeth lined its gaping, wet maw. Moving tendrils of raw flesh crawled over its bulbous head as it snarled and hissed at me. Its squat, deformed body jumped with excitement as it watched me cum. Pleasure and terror stabbed at me in equal measures as I felt I had descended into the depths of hell.

Glancing away from the horrific sight, I looked back to find Agony again kneeling before me. Licking her full lips, she stood and smiled sweetly, watching me continue to cum, avoiding the jet of semen spraying from my thrusting cock. My wife and the giant soon joined her, all three watching me with curious enjoyment.

The giant turned my wife to face him, then kissed her deeply, holding her naked, waiting body against him. She responded at once, rubbing her cunt against him shamelessly. Agony watched them, her mouth watering. Grasping her tight, round ass, the monster lifted my wife into the air, lowering her slowly onto his thick cock. She moaned as she held him, her hungry tongue licking at his immense bare chest. He raised and lowered her on his cock while she tongued him feverishly, allowing me to watch him plunge in and out of her clutching vagina.

Agony went to her knees in front of them, licking the stretched crevice between my wife's smooth, firm buttocks, then taking his dangling balls into her mouth. Finally she returned to my wife, inserting her long tongue into her ass, licking and probing. My wife orgasmed immediately, triggering his release of boiling cum into her belly. It filled her quickly, a new wave of thick, white goo gushing from her with each of his firm strokes. Agony collected the cum in both hands, spreading it over my wife's body from head to toe. Soon she was covered with a slick, shiny coating of his sticky emissions.

She felt Agony's hard body press against her from behind, kneading and stretching her ass cheeks. She panicked as she felt the slippery bulb of the huge black phallus push against her anus. His eyes locked onto hers, probing her with his will.

"YOU WILL OPEN YOURSELF TO HER. I WILL GUIDE YOU TO A PLACE OF NEW JOY."

It entered her, straining and stretching the walls of her bowels. She held his gaze, allowing him to relax her, to lead her to his destination. The constant pressure continued to fill her, stimulating the now relaxed opening as it slowly eased over the sensitive brown ring. Agony embraced her from behind, hands gliding over her breasts and belly, finally arriving at the damp valley where his thick root entered her. As she stroked and rolled my wife's engorged clitoris, she drove the rubbery shaft to its limit, pressing her black belly against her quivering ass. My wife shrieked and moaned between them, consumed with an orgasm unlike any she had experienced. They stretched her, then crushed her between their strong bodies, totally filling her with synchronized strokes. Suspended between them, she struggled to embrace both demons, craving them equally. Agony and the monster exchanged knowing smiles, each showing appreciation for the other's insidious skills.

The three of them performed act after act of lust and perversion in front of me while I hung against the railing, jerking and thrashing. Finally exhausted, they collapsed in a heap of warm flesh while I continued to thrust and spurt my cum onto the drenched carpet.

Just before I collapsed into unconsciousness, I saw my wife proudly present the monster with the sixteen cum-filled condoms she had collected for him, her payment for his generous gift to her.