- Part IX -
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.
Your anxious husband
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.
