The Visitors
by QuantumLeap
- Part I -
It happened very quickly. A knock at the door, my wife's innocent
answer.
I heard the crash as the three pushed through the door and locked it
behind them. I raced to the forier and froze. The largest of the group
held my wife from behind, one hand over her mouth, the other rubbing
her breasts through her blouse as she struggled. The others met me as
I entered, each with a pistol in hand.
"We know you won't do anything stupid," said the wiry blond teenager,
as he smiled over his shoulder at my wife. His black partner stared at
me with glazed eyes, the gun shaking in his hand. I stood in silence,
terrified of what might come next.
My wife's captor was huge, probably 6' 7'' tall and well over 300
pounds. He wore a T-shirt cut off just below the chest, revealing
bulging abdominals to match his thick muscular arms. He spoke with
chilling coolness and intelligence.
"Be quiet, behave yourself, and both of you will make it through this."
He walked my wife forward, the others moving me toward the living room
at gunpoint.
"These are the rules," he explained. "You will both do exactly as I
say, no arguments, no objections, no mouth at all. You will not
attempt to escape, nor will you notify anyone of our presence. My
friends and I will be staying with you for a while. We don't want to
hurt you, but we most definitely will if we must. Do you both
understand me?" He stared through me as he waited for my response.
"Yes," I mumbled. Turning my wife to face him, he looked into her
eyes, waiting. Shaking and sobbing, she looked back at him and nodded
her head, afraid to speak.
The others stood on each side of me now, guns still drawn, enjoying the
situation. The teenager couldn't have been over 18. He was clean-cut,
with those "bad boy" good looks, but his face boasted an unnerving
sadistic grin that said, "Don't fuck with me!" The young black was
obviously high on something. He was looking around the room, gun
pointing in all directions as he tried to maintain his balance.
His words were even and blunt, "Bring me your husband's clothes." My
wife looked confused, not knowing what to do. "Chris," the leader
toned. Immediately the teenager brought his gun to my head and cocked
it. "NO, NO, NO, OK, OK!" my wife pleaded. The giant smiled down at
her and waited. She walked to me, shaking, head down, paralyzed with
fear. Slowly she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders.
Dropping the shirt, her shaking fingers were on my belt buckle when we
heard "I SAID BRING THEM TO ME!" Startled, she picked up the shirt,
walked to the monster, and offered it to him. Taking the shirt, he
immediately dropped it on the floor.
"That's much better, continue."
My wife continued to undress me, shoes, socks, jeans, and finally my
underwear, obediently delivering each piece to him.
He had removed one of my shoestrings, which he now handed back to her.
"Tie this around his balls. Use a slip knot."
She returned to me, knelt down and slipped the string behind my
scrotum. Needing several tries, she finally made a slip knot and
snugged the loop around my balls. They immediately applauded and
laughed at her success as she rose, crying. "You will not cry," he
warned. Seeing the threat in his eyes, she pulled herself together,
trying to maintain. "Give the end of the leash to Chris," he commanded.
Carefully she found the long end of my "leash" and placed it in Chris'
hand.
"Good girl! Now come here."
She walked to him, looking at the floor, afraid to face him.
"Look at me."
She slowly raised her head until she was looking up directly into
his eyes. "Give me your panties," he stated. Immediately she began
sobbing, "No, no, please don't do this, please, please." He glanced
at Chris, and I felt a bolt of pain as Chris jerked the string and
held it tight as he returned the gun to my head. I screamed and tried
to get away, but he gripped the leash even tighter and the pain
worsened as the noose strangled my testicles. I was in agony, brought
to tears by the searing pain, as Chris laughed and David, the young
black, eyed me with fascination. "Oh God, please don't hurt him! OK,
OK, I'll do whatever you want, please stop!" my pretty wife begged.
"He will stop when you obey," her future master answered. Quickly she
stripped off her jeans, then peeled her panties down her slim muscular
legs. Still deafened by my screams, she placed the white cotton
bikinis in his hand. As he accepted her offering, the pain stopped.
"You will both learn very quickly how to make the best of this
situation, and also that punishment is swift and effective. It's a
practiced skill that we know well."
"Look at me."
My wife again looked up into his cold eyes, afraid to glance away.
"You have beautiful legs, slim and firm. I think Chris and David
agree."
David's eyes were fixed on her legs and Chris grinned and nodded his
approval.
"You enjoy having men look at your body, don't you?"
Chris pulled slightly on my leash in anticipation of the wrong
answer. She saw in the commanding eyes of the huge man what her answer
was supposed to be. "Yes," she said softly. I knew she was being forced
to answer this way, but my stomach sickened when I heard her reply.
"Would you like to show us more of your body? Would that excite you?"
I lurched, but was quickly controlled by Chris' restraint. She began
to lower her head in shame. "LOOK AT ME," he repeated. Her eyes were
again fixed on his as she answered, "Yes". Chris and David added their
encouragements to her response.
She was standing before them wearing only her bra and blouse which hung
to her upper thighs.
"Would you like to remove your blouse for us? Would that excite you?"
"Yes," she replied. My gut wrenched again. "You may beg me to allow you
to remove your blouse," he teased. Shaking, half-naked, she swallowed
hard and answered, "Please let me take off my blouse." He smiled a wide
smile and nodded. I watched my wife undo the crisp cotton shirt,
finally reaching the bottom button. She looked up at him, hoping to
stop. Not finding it in his eyes, she slid the collar over her soft,
smooth shoulders and pulled each delicate hand through the cuffs. Again
she held it out as an offering, remembering to do as she was told. He
took the blouse and again discarded it on the floor.
She was now naked except for her bra. His eyes traveled up and down her
body in admiration. It was the first time I had wished she were not so
gorgeous. From the back, Chris, David and I could see her firm tight
ass and every inch of her incredible barbie doll legs. The front view
was reserved for him, as he took in her flat belly, firm tanned
thighs, and her slightly raised mound, revealing a tight slit under a
sparse covering of dark pubic hair. "You are very beautiful," he
whispered as his eyes again met hers. She stood there, shaking, afraid
to look away, humiliated beyond imagination.
"What would you like to ask me now?" he teased again. Chris tightened
the noose around my balls and I let out a yelp. She had learned the
game and had been reminded of the consequences. There was only one
correct answer.
"Please let me take off my bra."
Hoots and cheers rose from both Chris and David, who seemed to be
coming down from whatever he was on. My wife seemed to be in shock,
partially removed from the events taking place in our own living room.
"Does it excite you to think about how showing us your tits will make
our erections even harder?" Again, the only acceptable answer.
"Yes."
My mind was coming apart.
"Then by all means, show us your breasts, if you want. I'm sure your
husband won't mind, and we would love to see them."
She reached around to undo the back, allowed each strap to fall from
her bare shoulders, and placed the final piece of clothing in his
hands. His eyes lowered and were fixed on her exposed breasts. I knew
what he saw. Round, full, and firm, they were like the breasts women
pay for, only hers were very real. She was one of the few women I had
ever seen that could trim and shape her body with endless aerobics and
a finely tuned diet, yet still retain the fullness of her slightly
upturned breasts. He knew he was seeing something rare and was taking
his time appreciating it.
Chris and David were impatiently waiting to see what their leader saw,
but seemed to know better than to protest prematurely. They were
shifting slightly from side to side to try to get a better view.
"Wouldn't you like to show the boys what beautiful breasts you have?"
"Yes."
"I think that we excite you so much that you don't even want your
husband over there to see your naked tits anymore, right?" Tears
rolled down both cheeks as she struggled to give the right response.
"Yes."
Again, I knew she had to give the answer he expected, but I wondered if
I could ever recover from what I saw and heard. One at a time, he
allowed the others to circle in front of her to look at my wife's
totally naked body. She was told not to turn around, to keep me from
seeing her "best parts". It was soon obvious that they all had
noticeable erections. I was shocked to see that Chris, although not
physically the largest of the three men, had an erection that was so
large, that the tip of his penis protruded slightly from the top of
his faded jeans. It sickened me to see my wife glance down at it when
it was his turn to look at her.
After the "inspection", the leader placed his hand on her chin and
directed her eyes to his.
"You will shower, then make yourself as beautiful as possible. That
means makeup, hair, the works. While we are here, you will keep your
cunt shaved, baby smooth. You have 45 minutes. If you are late, or if
we are not satisfied that you look your best, your husband will lose a
testicle. This is not an idle threat. I have some medical training and
have done this procedure before. If you are very late, he might lose
both, not a pretty future for him or you. Return to me, here, naked, in
45 minutes. Do you understand?"
Taking all this in, trying to remember all of the details, she managed
a quiet "Yes". As she turned toward our bedroom, he took her arm and
again pulled her chin up to his gaze.
"Oh yes, please take these."
He fished two capsules from his pocket, one white, one red. Pulling her
chin down, he opened her mouth and placed them on her tongue.
"Close and swallow please."
She did as she was told and, after several tries, succeeded in
swallowing both pills.
