I awoke the following morning, the sun shining brightly through my bedroom window. I was alone in the king-size bed lying on top of the covers, fully clothed. Glancing at the clock I realized I had slept late, almost 9:00 AM. Memories from the previous night instantly washed over me like a giant wave. Had it been real? Of course, it had. I ached all over from the ordeal, and my mouth felt like cotton. I tried to sit up and fell backward on the bed groaning, as pain stabbed through my head like the worse hangover I’d ever had!
Unable to move until it passed, I relived what I could recall from the previous night. I remembered finally being able to stand on wobbly legs, staggering towards the master bedroom door I’d seen Raul disappear through while carrying Susan. It was very sturdily made of heavy wood, solidly built and I couldn’t budge it, especially in my weakened condition. I struck it with my fists and it barely made an audible sound.
In resignation I’d leaned against the door and weakly called out Susan’s name but it sounded more like a croak than anything else. I’d received no response from inside other than small cries and whimpers of passion, as Raul hammered his swollen inside my wife. Then the chimes sounded softly and remembering Carman’s words, chills shot up my spine.
Carman had said that once I heard the chimes I had five minutes before the doggy door unlocked — and when my bedroom door automatically locked itself for the night. If I was outside my room after that, the dogs would tear me apart! I heard my wife softly squeal again, as I panicked and staggered toward my room, hearing one of the large animals push against the doggy door.
I’d closed my bedroom door and stood with my back against it, gulping air from my excursion. Thirty seconds later the lock slammed into place behind me. I tried the door and found it secure, unable to open it. Then I heard the dogs enter their small door and pad down the hallway outside my door.
The effort of remembering everything must’ve exhausted me and I probably dozed for another few minutes. When I opened my eyes I was staring at an envelope on the nightstand right in front of me. I’d missed it earlier. It had my name printed in bold caps. Groggily, I opened it and read, ‘Brad, try the DVR.’
Cold dread rushing along my spine, I pushed the ‘play’ button and the large flat-screen lit up. It was Susan and Raul. They were on a king-sized bed and Susan was trying to cram as much of his cock down her throat as possible. He was just holding still, letting her gobble him. After a while, staring up into his eyes the whole time, she lifted his hairy sacs and nibbled on them, then lower, underneath them, licking and sucking the patch of skin under his balls as he spoke softly to her, calling her degrading names; slut, cunt, whole. Even after the preceding night, I still couldn’t believe I was watching Susan do these things. It was like a porno film I’d seen in college. It was evident she wasn’t being forced.
If there were any doubt of that, the following scenes dispelled it, as I fast-forwarded through several real-time hours on the video in mere minutes. The images assaulted me like explosions. — Susan on her hands and knees — Raul pounding her from behind, doggy-style; Susan riding Raul’s dick like a cowgirl, her head thrown back — screaming with lust as she wriggled against his thrusts; Susan devouring his cock, his balls, licking his hairy asshole; watching her fight through the agony of Raul forcing his thick cock inside her tiny puckered anus, sobbing but ultimately ending up helping him, until he was base-deep inside her ass; fucking her butt like an animal as she cried with apparent joy of his violation. Susan — my Susan — my wife — looking like the cheapest of low-paid whores. I watched the video for a long time, my heart aching.
Drained, I couldn’t move although I knew I had to. Finally, I rose and took a long shower, changed clothes and re-packed mine and Susan’s overnight bags. We were leaving this place if I had to fight Raul to do it. I knew I had little chance of bettering him in any kind of physical confrontation, but I would try if I had to, even though he’d probably kill me. I found Susan in the kitchen with Carman. Carman was drinking coffee as she stood near the patio door. Susan was seated at the table, shoveling in bacon and eggs with gusto. She’d always been a picky eater and I’d never seen her eat anything with such relish before. She glanced up and saw me, breaking into a bright smile. Carman slipped out the door, onto the outside patio, leaving us alone.
“Well, good afternoon, Sleepy-head,” she said. She looked radiant. God, I loved her so much my heart ached. Stranger still, there wasn’t an ounce of guilt in her face. I decided to tread softly until I found out what she remembered about our evening.
“Yeah, pretty tired, I guess.” I sat beside her at the table and poured a cup of coffee from the ceramic pot. It smelled good. Susan laid a hand on my arm, looking concerned.
“I’m sorry about last night,” she said. “I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much.”
Pounding inside my chest was nearly loud enough for her to hear, my mouth as dry as paper. Embarrass me? Oh no, Honey. You just fucked a guy for half the night, screaming your lungs out with enjoyment until all the hired help knew what was going on! Embarrass me? No way!
Her smile was beautifully innocent. “You know how I am when I drink too much. I went out like a light after dinner.” She smiled mischievously. “I think you must’ve enjoyed yourself a little too, despite me being comatose throughout it. I’m pretty sore . . . if you know what I mean.”
I was stunned beyond words! She didn’t remember a thing? She thought I’d screwed her last night? I stared at her in disbelief, but I knew my wife. She was being truthful! How did I tell her the truth? I had to be careful here.
“Sore? What do you mean?”
She grinned, looking like an imp, moving her jaw back and forth with one hand. Well if her jaws were sore it was because of Raul’s big cock, not mine. But how did I tell her? She gazed around cautiously as she leaned toward me, whispering low.
“My butt, too! Brad, if I find out you did anal on me while I was passed out I’ll stab you in your sleep!”
My god! Raul had butt-fucked her and she thought it’d been me. The image in my mind was so strong I couldn’t speak for a minute, but then Carman came back and I’d missed my chance.
“Hey, time for the sauna and massage, and then we do the preliminaries for your boob-job.” She walked into the house as Susan hastily stood, wiping her pretty mouth with a napkin.
“Gotta run, Sweetie. Raul wants to show you some things while we’re busy with this, so have fun.”
I hastily grasped her wrist. “Honey, I want to go home. Let’s leave.”
She stared at me like I was crazy! “What? Carman’s ready to do my boobs for free! And I’m having a great time! What is your problem?”
I didn’t answer and she finally walked out, shaking her head. Somehow I had to convince her to leave with me, maybe show her the DVD. I knew it would probably destroy her, but I saw no other way she would believe me. Hell, I didn’t know if I believed it myself. Susan seemed unchanged — yet there was something unfamiliar, deep in her eyes. It was clear she didn’t remember much about last night, but subconsciously, did she really know? I’d still seen love reflected back at me, but something else, too. Uncertainty? Guilt? It left me feeling unsettled and afraid.
Five minutes later I found Raul in the stables, wearing jeans and boots, currying one of the stallions. He grinned as I approached. “Want to go for a ride?” he said.
“I want to get the fuck out of here,” I growled balling my fists. When I was close enough I swung a round house. I hadn’t had a fight since high school and even back then it was mostly pushing and shoving. Raul easily parried my blow and caught my elbow in his hand, pinching the tender nerves-endings found there savagely, as I cried out with pain. So severe was it that I sank to my knees, unable to move. He was still grinning, but now looking pure evil.
“It’s a type of Martial Arts practiced by the South African National Police before they were kicked out. I’m a Master fourth degree. Durian is a fifth degree, but he doesn’t need the skills. He could kill an elephant with one blow. That right, Durian?”
He looked farther into the dark barn and I followed his eyes until I saw a large black apparition standing motionless in the shadows. He didn’t answer, just stared at me. I was scared.
“Stand” Raul ordered, maintaining his grip on my elbow.
I stood. I’d already felt the pain of what he could do. I knew he could hurt me. He led me into the stables, out of sight of the main house. “Kneel,” he said softly.
I knelt.
“Now, I want to establish who the Alpha wolf is. The only way I can do that is through obedience and humiliation. “He squeezed my elbow and pain shot through my entire arm.
“Okay, okay!” I cried through clinched teeth.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Unzip my pants and take out my cock.” He had to squeeze again before I could convince myself that he was serious. He was. I almost blacked out from the pain this time, but he knew what he was doing and wouldn’t let me do that. I suddenly saw my shaking hand unzipping his pants. “Reach inside and take out my cock,” he said softly, tightening his grip just enough that I knew what could follow.
Sour gorge rising in my throat I felt his cock and curled my fingers around it, thick and soft, feeling it flop outside as I released it from its confines. It was monstrous. How could Susan have ever taken it, let alone swallowing the entire thing. I remembered earlier that morning she’d playfully accused me of butt-fucking her while she was passed out. No way could it have been this cock! It would have killed her!
“Take it in your mouth and do what we both know you’re going to do.”
“Wait . . .” I started to say, instantly feeling pain shooting up my arm. I fought it off. “I yield, you win. Please . . . please” I whimpered.
I felt like a pussy, but even if I could somehow overpower Raul, there was still Durian nearby. I glanced in his direction and found that he’d also removed his cock from his pants, and if I thought Raul was a monster, I could not describe Durian’s weapon!
“Please . . .” I whispered hoarsely, sounding pitiful in my own ears. Never in my life could I have imagined that I would beg, but here it was happening.
“Take it in your fucking mouth,” Raul said, tightening his hold again, pain galvanizing me.
The pain was just too great, so I obediently opened wide and moved forward. He roughly pushed me away, laughing. “I only let females suck this cock, faggot. Women like that pretty wife of yours. God, she has the nicest lips I ever had around this thing, and she’s a swallower on top of that! Did you see the way she sucked down every little drop of my cum last night? The bitch is a natural.” Standing with his cock dangling a foot from my face, he chuckled lewdly and I knew all this had been was an act to humiliate me into submission.
“Tuck this away for me, bitch!”
Durian stood closer now, his monstrous black cock about half swollen, so I scrambled to do Raul’s bidding before it went any farther. I knew when I was beaten. Raul was speaking again. “. . . just showing you that if I wanted you to, you’d even let me ass-fuck you like I did to your little honey. She loved it too, Sport. I may still let Durian do you, though. He don’t much care what kind of hole he bangs. He just likes destroying stuff. Ass-holes particularly.”
I was almost petrified by this time. “Please . . . don’t. You’ve made your point. I can’t fight you.”
“No more talking to Susan about leaving, you understand? No more funny stuff. If I want to fuck your wife, you’ll sit and watch with not one word, or I’ll let Durian have you for an entire week.” He squeezed my elbow a little to show he was serious. “Right?”
“Right!” I screamed. “Right . . . right . . . anything you want. Please don’t hurt me anymore.”
He dropped my arm and started to walk away, and then turned back. “I have a couple more copies of that video you viewed in your room earlier. It would be a shame if one got mailed to her family, or somehow showed up on the Internet.”
He stared at me for another minute and then left, Durian following close behind, tucking in his cock as he stared at me. I shuddered with relief to see them leave, my shoulders slumping forward as I fought to regain my breathing. I was totally defeated. I stayed in the stables long after they’d left, conquered, humiliated, and really scared. I was lost against these two. My wife was lost too unless I could think of some way to get us out of here.
Dinner was pretty much a repeat of the previous night, including the “Tea.” My glass of tea, along with the food on my plate was left untouched this time. I watched as Susan had several refills, wanting to somehow stop this train wreck from happening, but helpless to do so. I hesitated to act because I saw Durian lurking around long after he’d served us, remembering Raul’s warning of what that animal would do to me.
After the meal Raul and Susan walked ahead of us toward the living area, Carman and I following as we had the previous night, but this time Raul’s hand was cupping my wife’s ass as she staggered along giggling. Susan wore shorts tonight, the ones that made her nice ass look even better. For once I wished she hadn’t. We all sit in the large living room this time, Susan and Raul on the same sofa as last time, Carman and I on one directly across from them. I could see by Susan’s unfocused eyes that she was only half aware of what was happening around her. She had carried her glass in and was still taking sips from it. I wanted to warn her not to, but was too afraid.
After a while Carman said, “Brad tells me he has to get back to his job early, Susan. It’s a pity because I really wanted to do your breasts tomorrow and observe them for a few days.”
I saw the confusion on my wife’s face as she struggled to comprehend. Carman hastily continued, cleverly shaping her words as she subtly suggested that I return home to my job while Susan stay for a couple weeks to finish her reconstruction process. In Susan’s state of mind, to my great chagrin, she readily agreed. In the short time it took for Carman to explain her plan I watched Susan’s eyes grow even more distant and vacant, knowing it was the drug finally hitting her.
Raul’s hand now rested on her thigh as he smiled at me with contempt, daring me to intercede. Standing nearby like a large shadow, Durian’s black eyes were cold and unblinking but he stared directly at me, his large folded hands subtly cupping his crouch. I shuddered, remembering Raul’s threat to “give” me to his man for an entire week.
After a little more discussion, Durian silently escorted me back to my room where I picked up my previously packed overnight bag, and then followed me back into the living room. The scene froze me for an instant before Durian gave me a probe in the back. Susan was frantically dry-humping Raul’s huge erection through his trousers as he fumbled with his zipper. Under the influence of our hosts’ tea, she didn’t even notice me being escorted past them. Raul did though, his eyes silently following me out, that contemptuous smile lingering on his lips.
The large black butler held the door open, and as I went past him I heard Susan cry, “Yes . . . yesssss . . . YES!”
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