I considered going to the police, but what could I tell them? Even if they initially believed me, Carman had the video with my wife and Raul fucking like animals, proof that she wasn’t an unwilling participant. Once the effects of the tea wore off she probably wouldn’t remember a thing, innocently telling them she was there of her own free will to get an operation. I’d come off looking like a complete fool, if I didn’t get arrested myself! I even thought about getting a gun and acting like Clint Eastwood, but I didn’t own a gun and didn’t know where to get one. Even if I could obtain a firearm I wouldn’t know how to use it with any proficiency.
I was pretty sure Raul and Durian could use a firearm though, and probably had several of them stashed around their house. Raul had suggested they’d both been ex-military at one time, proficient with martial arts, so probably guns too. I felt crushed, helpless. I’m as macho as most men, and just as ineffective when it comes to violence for most of us would-be tough guys. Stuck in my mind was the ease with which Raul had overcome me and humiliated me by making me almost suck his cock. It still made me sick to think about that. So I waited — no appetite, less sleep and worried to death about Susan. I determined that I’d go back after the two weeks, and hopefully find a way to bring her home. I didn’t know what else to do.
I didn’t call ahead. Renting a car at the airport, I drove myself to the mansion in the woods, losing my way several times but finally arriving. I drove up right at dusk, finding the dogs in their original places along the driveway. For a long time, I sat inside the locked car and watched the dogs silently watching me. Then I leaned on the horn until the front door opened and Durian came out. He didn’t say a word, just jerked his head as indication I was to follow him inside. Carman met me inside with a large smile.
“Brad darling, you didn’t call ahead! How nice to see you though! You’re just in time for the party tonight! How lovely.”
I didn’t smile in return. “Where’s Susan?” I demanded.
Her phony smile never wavered. “She and Raul are . . . occupied. They’ll be along promptly. Can I get you something while you wait? Some tea . . . maybe.”
I didn’t answer, just headed for the interior of the house to look for Susan, but Durian stepped into the room in front of me, pointing toward one of the two sofas in the large room. Seething, I complied, sitting down. Carman dropped down beside me, curling her shapely legs beneath her butt, still smiling broadly like she was glad to see me. I wasn’t fooled a bit. She was a witch and made my skin crawl.
“How apropos, you showing up like this just before our party. We’re having a few guests over tonight and I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.”
I didn’t give a fig about her fucking party, but the black giant was somewhere nearby and I didn’t want to rock the boat yet. “I can’t stay. Neither can Susan. Get her so we can leave.”
She got up and left the room, returning a minute later to stand beside me at the end of the couch. I didn’t even acknowledge her. “They’ll be coming from their room shortly,” she said, pointing toward the hallway leading to the master bedroom. Involuntarily, I looked at the door I’d beaten on that night, pitifully calling out Susan’s name while she panted for Raul to fuck her. The memory seared my mind like hot embers, recalling how her pleading had felt like a sharp blade through my heart. Carman had just referred to it as “Their room.”
Anger burned in my gut, making me blind to everything else — a mistake. Lost in my thoughts, I felt something cool against my right wrist and looked down. Carman had slipped a handcuff over my wrist. I tried jerking my hand away but the other cuff was attached firmly to the couch’s metal armrest. I was effectively restrained, but I angrily jerked on it several more times anyway!
“What the fuck? Unlock it now! This is kidnapping and unlike Susan, I will call the police!”
“Oh darling, don’t be such a spoil sport. It’s a party and everyone will be arriving soon. Now, don’t make me have to call Durian. I will, if you don’t behave.”
I heard the door open that she’d pointed to earlier. Susan glided out wearing a long black gown, looking so beautiful it took my breath. Her nipples protruded against the soft fabric, and it was obvious Carman had completed the operation. Her tits were perfection — her lips pouty and inviting — the flat stomach moving sensuously under soft material, a picture of desire. All of her was perfect — except for her eyes. They were almost as vacant as before. These monsters must be feeding her their “tea” constantly. Anger surged through me as I tugged on the cuffs. “Susan,” I said softly, but she didn’t look at me.
“Susan!” This time she looked in my direction with a small dreamy smile, but her mind was occupied with events far away.
I felt something hard pressing against my lips and opened my mouth to yell. It felt like hard rubber slipping between my lips as a soft hand firmly gripped the back of my neck.
“It’s a ball-gag,” Carman’s wet lips whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry darling. We sterilize it each time it’s used.”
Filled with the horror of being constrained, I stared helplessly at my wife moving through the room apparently unaware of my dilemma. After that first fleeting gaze, Susan went directly to the couch across from me, and daintily sat down, crossing her long legs. She gave no indication she was aware of anyone else in the room. Her formal gown was slit high up one leg and I could see an expanse of delicious tan thigh showing. Her hair had been professionally done and her long nails delicately painted. She looked like a movie star. I tried to scream around the gag but very little sound came out, and all it did was get me a slap on the side of my face from Carman.
“Don’t.” was all she said. “The guests will be arriving soon so please behave yourself or there will be consequences.”
Raul came in wearing a black tux. He smiled coldly at me, and sat beside Susan, his hand resting possessively on her thigh. As though programed, my wife unzipped Raul’s pants and extracted his flaccid cock, plying it with her slim fingers.
“Couldn’t get a hard-on if I tried, right now,” Raul smirked. “She’s about fucked me to death already today. But what the hell? She loves to hold it like this.”
I grunted around the ball-gag and it drew another slap from Carman. This time, it was harder, causing my eyes to ring. “I’ll let Carman remove the gag if you promise to behave. Deal?”
I nodded vigorously and felt Carman fumbling with the clasp on the back of my neck. He admonished me not to yell once more before she removed it from my mouth. I swallowed the silent curses for a full minute before I felt in control enough to speak, then I said rationally, “She’s full of that drug you give her. She doesn’t even know where she’s at.” I accused. I was surprised when he actually laughed aloud.
“Drugs? We don’t give her that anymore.”
“Then what’s wrong with her? Why is she doing that?” I stared at her slowing kneading his soft cock, which had filled a little with his blood. Like that, it was still larger than mine. Raul’s hand went lovingly to the back of her head, rubbing gently as she looked as if she were about to purr with contentment.
“I broke her. Didn’t I honey?” He favored her with a warm smile, and she dreamily smiled back. “That’s what happened to your baby, Brad. She’s mine now.”
“Bullshit! She’s drugged!”
“Don’t raise your voice again,” he warned sternly. “She doesn’t have any drugs in her system. As I said, she’s been broken.”
Dread engulfed me, cold chills along my spine, fighting with my anger for control. “How . . . how . . . did you do that?”
“I must admit I didn’t really. Durian did. She kept asking about you, finally refusing to drink any more tea with her dinner, so I gave her to Durian for a night for discipline. Durian can be quite hard on a woman — or a man.”
I listened as he explained what happened.
“Durian is relentless. He literally fucks all night long and doesn’t care much which orifice he uses. In fact, he likes all of them. One of our guests tonight — little Alice — grew enamored with Durian’s huge cock at one of our parties and stayed for the evening. When the auto-locks opened the following morning she was nearly comatose. He destroyed her! After that, all the women who come here stay as far away from him as possible, afraid of it happening to them.
“When I gave Susan to him, he dragged her to one of the guest rooms and went to work immediately. No warm-up, no tender moments, nothing. One minute she was walking into the room and the next, he was fucking her in one of her tight little holes. It went on, non-stop for hours! This place is very well insulated, but Carman and I could hear her for most of the night as we sit here and sipped wine.
“The first two hours primarily consisted of her pleading, screaming, and begging — followed by another hour of urgent moans and what sounded much like cries of pleasure, although we can’t be sure. That was followed by whimpering, sobbing and some god-awful sounding screeches — and then finally, silence. I imagine it didn’t even end when she passed out. Durian doesn’t care much if the object of his affection is awake, or not.”
I tried to speak even though I knew I’d probably be punished, but I was so horror-stricken by his words that I couldn’t produce any sound. I stared at Raul like I was a paralyzed rat and he was a giant snake.
“I went in the following morning to check that he hadn’t killed her by mistake, and you know what I found? She was sprawled on the floor where he’d discarded her after using her all night, covered with dried cum, her pussy sopping wet, clit protruding a good two inches — she was a total wreck! Both, her pussy and mouth lips, were pouty and swollen, her new tits and nipples raw, and bite-marks practically covered every square inch of her body. Knowing Durian’s proclivities I was curious, so I flipped her over and checked her anus.” He laughed ugly. “Man, her poor little asshole was gaping so wide-open you could’ve pushed a tea-cup in there!” He laughed again.
I placed my hands to the cushion, ready to heave myself up and charge him, but reason overcome my anger just a second before I launched myself, as I realized I was still fastened to the couch arm. Until I figured out how to get free of the cuffs I was helpless. Movement out of the corner of my eye confirmed that Durian was nearby, just waiting for his chance.
Raul chuckled. “Go ahead. Do it. Durian will have your asshole looking just like hers did that morning, after he broke her for me.”
I settled back, waiting my chance. Somehow I had to get Susan out of this. Raul smiled like he’d known all along I wouldn’t do anything, and then he went on. “Have you heard of the Stockholm Syndrome? That’s when the captive treats the victim so savagely that when he stops and starts treating them nice, they subconsciously think their captive is a savior, sometimes even falling in love with them. That’s what happened to the news mogul’s daughter, Patty Hearst.”
He laughed again, a cold and ugly sound. “Susan loves me now. All you have to do is look into her eyes every time she looks at me, and you can see it. Even if you called the cops she’d just tell them the same thing — she wants to be here. Shit Brad, she can’t keep her hands off me for fear I’ll give her back to Durian again. She’ll do anything I tell her. Want to see?”
“No. No, please. I believe you. Leave her alone, please.”
“Well, you’ll see soon enough anyway when our guests arrive in a few minutes. Behave or I’ll have Durian drag you to the guest room, and you won’t like what happens next. After a night or two in Durian’s bed, you will be psychologically changed as a man. You won’t even be a man anymore. You’ll be a compliant bitch, at his beck and call anytime he wants you. After a while, you’ll deceive yourself into believing that you want it too — that you enjoy it — and that’s when you’ll understand where Susan is in her mind now — broken.” Raul smiled at Susan as he said that, and she smiled back sweetly.
Still smiling, he tenderly stroked her cheek as she lovingly rubbed her face against his palm. “I’ve kept her longer than any of the others. Something about her appeals to me — beautifully innocent and unspoiled — something that pushes my buttons for sure. I know I’ll eventually tire of her. Then maybe I’ll let Durian have her until he uses her up.” He patted her cheek tenderly. “Shame, really.”
He looked across at me with a cold, evil glare. “We have some high-class houses in Asia. The Japanese are fascinated by tall beautiful blondes. They have the money to buy them, too.” Carman had left the room while I was focused on Raul, but Durian remained in the shadows watching. Carman came back after a few minutes, placing a small glass of the greenish tea beside me.
“Drink,” she said.
I started to shake my head, but she stared pointedly at the hulk standing nearby, so I took a sip. “More,” she said.
I took another sip and that seemed to satisfy her for the moment. She sat down on the couch beside me, unzipped my pants and reached inside. She wore white, above-the-elbow length gloves that felt like velvet against my dick. I responded instantly. Vigorously shaking my head for her to stop, she just smiled and kept right on, anyway. I had one free hand so I could’ve slapped her, but I knew the ramifications of doing that all too well, so I just tried ignoring what she was doing. Soon, my cock was turgid! I could hear Raul chuckling somewhere in the distance.
“Oh, you naughty cuckold,” she muttered, continuing her administrations. “How bad! And with your little wife sitting right there looking at you, too!”
I looked up and saw Susan staring at us. I shook my head in denial muttering, “No. I don’t . . . want . . .”
But Carman’s mouth was suddenly on me, sucking so gently, tugging and pulling the cum from my testicles, her tongue sliding up and down my cock until I felt my balls were churning the same as the last time this had happened. I groaned silently. How had I let this happen again? Please, not again. Just before I shot my load she stopped and leaned back wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling.
Then the doorbell chimed softly, announcing the arrival of their guests. Carman and Raul stood and moved towards the entrance to greet their guests, leaving Susan and I alone, except for the silent hulk standing almost invisible in the shadows of the hallway.
“Susan?” I whispered hoarsely. She was still looking at me, her eyes more alert now that Raul was gone. “Susan, do you hear me?”
“Hello, Brad,” she said softly.
“Oh baby, we have to find some way to get away.”
“I can’t.”
“Why? I’ll help you!” I realized how ridiculous that sounded, me being secured to the couch’s arm by handcuffs, my cock pointing towards the ceiling. “I’ll figure out something. Trust me.”
“No. You go. I can’t leave. I love you, Brad. I’m sorry.”
A loud crowd entered the room. Everyone seemed to be talking at once, clear that they were comfortable with each other. Susan’s eyes slowly slid away from me and I saw she now gazed up at Raul with something akin to adoration. The realization of what he’d told me sank in. Maybe she did love him in some quirky manner. I refused to use the term, broken. Her adoring look felt like a dull knife straight through my heart.
Three strange couples accompanied Raul and Carman, and I emphasize the word “strange.” There was a lean blonde in a formal white gown and expensive jewelry. She seemed to be with a short fat man about fifty. A gorgeous chocolate-skinned woman glided in. She was well over six-feet tall, looking like an African warrior princess. She was followed by a mountain of a man, his flat expressionless face blacker than ink.
There was an old man who appeared around eighty. He’d probably once been a large man once, but was now shrunken with age, his face a cadaver of what had been, hands nothing more than bones with large veins. Lips that looked like bloodless liver and receding gum-lines made his large teeth appear like tombstones inside the repulsive mouth. A small woman with raven black hair and an angelic face walked meekly behind the entourage, her head bowed. All the others were laughing and enjoying themselves but she was silent, her eyes remaining downcast. All the newcomers wore formal evening attire, the men in black or white tux and the women in full evening gowns and long gloves that covered the entire arm.
After a few moments I saw that my initial impression had been wrong. The small mousey woman with angelic face belonged to the big black guy, now clear that she was submissive and he was her master. I’d read about that but had never seen it, recognizing it only when the black man placed a leather collar around her slim neck. Keeping her eyes averted, she’d smiled and softly whispered “Thank you.”
The men all looked like escapees from a freak show. The women were absolutely gorgeous, especially the blonde who was much more beautiful than I had initially thought — in fact I quickly realized she was achingly beautiful. She was apparently with the fat man, and the chocolate warrior princess seemed to be with the old living cadaver. Go figure. As I said, a strange bunch! None seemed remotely surprised, or even interested that I was sitting there handcuffed to a couch, with a raging hard-on protruding from my fly.
Raul sat down beside Susan, leaned forward and said something much too soft for me to hear. I groaned as I watched her unzip his fly and lovingly remove his large flaccid cock, kneading it like soft dough as it stiffened. I felt sick, unable to control the involuntary jerking of my own cock. Wanting to scream and curse but afraid to do so for fear of reprisal, I watched like a forgotten and non-participating spectator in this group.
They played several risqué adult games, seeming to enjoy them immensely, each act involving sex of some kind. It was clear they were working themselves into some sort of climatic finale. In one game, they blind-folded all the women except Susan, and they had to identify the men simply by sucking their cocks. I was surprised at how accurate their guesses were. Susan watched with apparent interest, but did not participate — except to willingly take Raul’s penis into her mouth for very short intervals, every few minutes.
Carman didn’t play either. She sat beside me, stroking, and sometimes working my cock with her mouth until I almost, but never quite got off. My balls ached, the pain making it difficult to concentrate. I lost track of what was going on until the small mousey woman stood and dropped her gown in a puddle around her feet. She was nude under it, pussy shaved smooth, her tits clearly one of Carman’s expert reconstructive jobs. The breasts were almost perfect!
Placing a thick pillow under her butt, she blind-folded herself, and lay on her back, spreading her legs wide. She must have been a dancer because she was able to spread her legs until each ankle touched the floor, her wet vagina open and pink for all to see. I tried to look away but my eyes kept coming back to her of their own accord. Placing a hand inside each knee, she held her legs in that splayed position, closing her eyes and waiting.
The old man moved over to her holding a leather riding coupe. Grinning evilly, he dangled the leather tails into her face, trailing them across her cheeks and blind-folded eyes, caressing her chin with them and on down to her breasts, as she strained to get away from it. He slapped her nipples with the small whip, first one and then the other, each stroke growing harder. The girl shuddered violently as the strokes grew firmer across her breasts and soft belly, moaning and twisting in desperation, finally thrashing uncontrollably. He suddenly brought the whip down savagely, striking her open vagina, the loud slap as it struck her wet flesh echoing around the room. She screamed loud enough to raise the dead, causing me to bolt upright on the couch!
“If she does that again, Alfred” the black man said, “stuff your shorts in her mouth.”
“Or your cock,” Raul said, as they all laughed.
The old man was breathing hard from exertion, spittle staining his liver-like lips, a wild gleam in his mean, watery eyes. Everyone in the room seemed transfixed by what they were observing. I watched him whip her breasts and vagina for the next ten or fifteen minutes, horrified until I realized her screams were not being caused by the pain he was inflicting, but by pleasure! She was enjoying this! The blows continued to fall at an increasing rate of speed and intensity, until they reached a crescendo. Suddenly she clamped her thighs together and drew up into a fetal position, her entire body quivering violently as she moaned and thrashed around as though dying. It was plain she was climaxing from the abuse!
Except for a collective deep breathing from the group, a lengthy silence followed, and then it was broken by applause. “Great show, Al!” Raul said, standing, his huge cock flopping out in front, as Susan attempted to hold onto it. “Everybody get themselves a drink and cool off before we have more entertainment!”
Carman moved off to get refreshments and the pretty blonde came over to sit on a footstool directly in front of me, casually sipping her drink as she eyed me with growing interest. Her eyes locked on mine, she slowly crossed her legs and the slit up the side of her dress allowed me a clear view of her hairless vagina. My aching cock jerked, pre-cum running freely now, beginning to ease down the side.
“What did you do?” she asked.
Her voice was rich and husky, sexy as hell! She was tall and blonde like Susan, and just as beautiful, but somehow very different. Unlike Susan, there was no innocence here. She exuded an animal sexual attraction so thick you could almost smell it. There was only pure lust emanating from her! This creature was a walking wet-dream! The tip of a pink tongue flicked out to wet her full lips, her eyes appraising me as I fought off one fantasy after another.
“Nothing,” I was finally able to mutter. “I didn’t do anything. I need to get loose. Please help me.”
Her gaze was on my hard cock as she slid the stool closer. I nearly swooned as her the soft gloved fingers wiped sticky pre-cum off the head of my throbbing cock. I felt my balls churning but she wouldn’t allow anything more.
“I’d love to help you. I would, but unlike Alice over there, I’m allergic to pain. Raul would let Durian have me if I went against his wishes and did something like that. Alice used to be just like me but she did something to piss Raul off and after Durian got through with her, well . . . you can see how she is now. Just mention that animal’s name to any woman here and watch the blood drain from their faces. I don’t need that.” She smiled and leaned forward, licking the clear drop from the tip of my cock. “No matter how delicious you taste.” She gracefully rose to her feet and moved away.
The party got into full swing about that time, everyone so charged-up by the games being played, that they needed to get off — everyone except me. I could touch my cock with the hand they’d left free, but I knew I’d have to suffer the consequences of doing that, so it was either die of the blue-balls or get quick relief and risk being butt-fucked to death by Durian’s horse-sized cock. I stifled a groan but it didn’t go unnoticed by the little raven-haired slave.
“That looks painful,” she said next to my shoulder. I hadn’t noticed her there. Her eyes were affixed on my cock as though enjoying my discomfort. Somehow, that worried me. “Please, just go away,” I muttered, closing my eyes to block her out. “Leave me alone.”
Something trailed gently over the head of my cock and across my balls, feeling pleasant in my current condition. I opened my eyes and saw she held the same whip that had been used on her. Her eyes looked — a little crazy.
“I want to give you the same pleasure I got,” she cooed softly.
With her words, realization suddenly hit me. “Uh . . . no . . . I don’t want . . .”
She brought the whip down on my cock so fast I didn’t have time to move. My scream made everyone in the room look to see what was happening. The whip fell again, my cock-head on fire and stiffness beginning to leave it. As she brought it up to strike me again I reached across my body and wrenched it from her hand, drawing it back to strike her across that angelic face. She didn’t even flinch, just turning her pretty face to me instead, her mouth half-open in anticipation of the pain to follow. I tossed the whip away in disgust.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I said through my gritted teeth.
Giggling uncharacteristically, the tall chocolate warrior-princess suddenly dropped down beside me and quick as a flash, swallowed my deflating cock. Sick of being used like a whore for everybody’s amusement, I initially pushed against her head — but admittedly, with less intensity as the minutes passed. Soon, I was humping against her mouth, my balls banging against her chin, churning with unspent cum! She pulled away, smiling.
“I’m Jade. Julie was right,” she purred. “You do taste delicious.”
Without warning, Jade climbed over me, moving up until her feet were planted on both sides of me on the couch, her wet pussy at eye level. In my current state of mind her scent was like sweet nectar assaulting my nostrils, a musky, floral, female aroma that made my cock ache with need. Holding just out of reach of my probing tongue, I could almost see inside her pink, slippery vagina flooded with womanly fluids, making my tongue ache with desire. She waved her inviting snatch in front of me like meat before a dying man.
“You Like?” she whispered seductively. “Want to taste?”
“Yes. Yes . . . let me . . .”
She lowered closer to my hungry mouth, letting the tip of my tongue barely taste her delicious juices. “Ooooh, so nice, baby,” she cooed. After a moment, she lower even farther, letting my tongue fully enter her, mashing her pubic mound against my mouth, moving sensuously on my lashing tongue. I wrapped my mouth entirely around her public mound, sucking her folds inside, nibbling them, my tongue slicing through her slit like warm butter. She tasted like ambrosia on my tongue, driving me crazy with need. I felt as if I could cum just by doing this.
Groaning loudly, both her hands grasped my head as she began frantically riding my mouth towards her finish — female juices and my slobbers combining to run down my chin, dripping onto my bare chest. I desperately clutched her chocolate ass with my free hand, pulling her tighter against my mouth, burying my tongue as deeply as it would go, feeling the inside lining of her pussy growing wetter, slimier, hotter! Jade suddenly stiffened, letting out the primal scream that had been building inside her, flooding my face with the sweet nectar I so desperately sought. She came hard, for a long time, as I held her ass as captive with my hand as the cuffs held me. Although I willed it, my orgasm approached but never quite materialized.
She pulled back to where my lips barely touched her pussy folds, savoring the contact as after-orgasmic tremors shook her slim body. Right in front of my eyes I could see her soft belly muscles rippling with convulsive waves as she fought to regain control of her trembling body. Exhausted and drained, my face wet and sticky with her fluids, I struggled to gulp fresh air into tortured lungs that had been deprived of oxygen for too
I felt my cock jerking frantically, so full of blood that it was aching, my balls seemed to be on fire. It was worse than death! She quickly slid off to settle between my knees, flicking the tip of her tongue out to catch a silvery drop just before it ran off the tip of my cock. She remained close, breathing on the pulsating crown, tantalizing me. I groaned in desperation, my free hand seeking her hair in an attempt to cram her face onto my aching penis! I jabbed my hips upward, the head of my rampant cock aimed at her sweet mouth, but she pulled away with a tiny laugh.
“We were told that you must stay hard tonight.” She stood and gazed hungrily at my flooding cock for a moment longer, with apparent regret. “Just doing my small part,” she said throatily, swishing her pretty ass away, totally satisfied but leaving me even more frustrated than before. When I was sane enough to finally observe what was going on around me again, I saw the beautiful blonde, whom I now knew as Julie, on her knees sliding her tongue up and down a gigantic cock that was black as a piece of coal. Her pale skin contrasted so brilliantly against his dark skin, that several partiers had paused their activities to watch. The top of her gown had been pushed down to reveal her full firm breasts, for all to see. Susan held Raul’s dick in her gloved hand, her mouth hovering barely an inch over it, as they both paused to observe the show. My face flushed red as I speculated they’d probably also been watching my recent degenerative display with Jade!
The big black man wrapped his fingers in Julie’s long blonde hair, her fashionable hairdo now completely destroyed as he began forcibly fucking her face. He tightly clinched the cheeks of his dark ass each time he thrust deep in an apparent effort to touch bottom. I could see the giant crown on the end of his cock pushing down her soft white throat like a large lump moving under her pale skin. Soon, slobbers were falling in sticky ropes from her chin, dripping onto her perfect tits as she loudly slurped and gulped around the full length of his black cock. Anyone could see that she was enjoying her task, and she was good at it. No sane man could’ve lasted very long.
The black guy’s legs suddenly stiffened as he buried himself in her throat all the way to the base, making animalistic noises as he shuddered violently, emptying his seed down her milking throat. After a few more minutes of her licking and sucking his throbbing cock, he rudely shoved her away and walked off, leaving her crumpled on the floor. She sat on the floor for several minutes, her eyes glazed, mouth still swollen and sticky with his cum, a small smile forming on her beautiful lips.
Oh, how I wanted her right then! I was so hard I about to burst! Ready to defy them all and jerk my own cock I wrapped my fingers around it and pulled gently. Carman suddenly appeared at my side and savagely flicked the head of my cock with her forefinger. Pain instantly overcame any desire to jerk-off!
“You fucking bitch!” I cried.
Carman just looked at me, like I’d had a few of my old teachers do in grade school. Then she said, “It’s either that or I call Alice back and have her bring her whip. Your choice.”
I dropped my eyes, knowing I’d once again been beaten. Above me I heard Carman cooing, “Be a good little Cuckold now and don’t touch that nasty thing anymore.”
“I’m not a Cuckold,” I muttered.
She simply laughed, moving away to sit next to the ugly old man, who was trying without success to stroke his rather large but limber cock into an erection. She began to assist him and I looked away in disgust. I looked back a few minutes later and saw she’d been somewhat successful. The old bastard’s cock was semi-hard and at least as large as Raul’s! I jerked my eyes back to Susan and Raul just as he was pulling her to her feet. I watched in horror as he walked her over in front of the old man and said something.
Susan stared at Raul, her eyes filled with horror and disgust, shaking her head slowly, a soft mummer escaping that sounded like, “No . . . please . . .”
Raul nodded his head toward Durian, and said something else. Susan’s face turned pale as a sheet, as she immediately sank to her knees, leaned forward and swiped her tongue along Alfred’s knobby cock from top to bottom. The old man groaned and wrapped his bony fingers in her beautiful hair, burying his cock all the way to the matted gray hairs sparsely covering his groin. Seeing my beautiful wife forced to suck this retched old man’s repulsive cock, I felt sick, gorge rising to enter my throat! I tried looking away but it was no use, I couldn’t. And it soon got worse.
After a while, he pulled on Susan’s arms, lifting her up and forward, positioning her over the crown of his inflamed cock. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her down on it, his mean little eyes reflecting pleasure of having such a beautiful woman totally at his mercy. When she was only a few inches from having all of it inside her, he held her dangling there, positioned over his cock like a bug about to be impaled. I couldn’t see Susan’s face but I heard her pitiful mews as he suddenly hammered upward into her open pussy — over and over — without mercy.
Everyone in the room was raptly watching, marveling at the old man’s endurance. He kept banging away for a long time and eventually, Susan began moving her ass cheeks in tiny circles around on his cock. With disbelief, I saw the exact moment when she finally gave in. She sighed deeply and relaxed, sliding her arms around his bony shoulders and laying her head on his hairy chest. Before it was over, she was sucking his evil tongue and riding him like a cowgirl, meeting every thrust with one of her own. He bit her nipples, stuck one bony finger inside her puckered anus, crushing his mouth against hers — and she responded to every action with frantic grunts and moans of pure lust.
He suddenly arched his back, stiffened and grunted loudly, drawing a small squeal from Susan. The old man had a gallon of sperm stored inside his large balls and it literally gushed from Susan as she sobbed out her own release, frantically straining to draw every ounce of pleasure possible from his cock. When he was done, he simply pushed her off his lap onto the floor, politely acknowledging the appreciative applause from his audience. Susan lay as if dead, semen pumping from her abused hole, running down her thighs. Carman helped her stand, and led her toward one of the back bedrooms to clean up. She looked dazed and unstable, her once perfect hair now a total wreck. Julie came back, moving toward my couch, sexy and slow. I suspected everything she did was tantalizing and seductive.
She sat on the footstool, crossing her long legs, once again providing me a clear view of her shaved vulva. “I heard the lady who just left is your wife. Susan, I believe? It seems the Boss has taken a liking to her. ”
“Boss? That creepy old man is the boss?”
“Don’t let his looks fool you. He’s a very rich and powerful man — a multi-billionaire. He is someone you wouldn’t want to anger, someone who could make any of us vanish with a single word. Why do you think Raul gave up his new little honey-pot so readily? What Al wants, Al gets. Durian is Raul’s man. He’d die for him, but if Alfred told him to kill Raul, he wouldn’t hesitate a second. To do so would be to bring more pain on himself than any human was ever meant to endure. Remember that.”
“Mafia?”
She laughed. “Oh so much more than that, but that’s business and we’re here to have fun tonight.”
“Why me and Susan? Doesn’t Raul have enough people to abuse without fucking with honest citizens?”
“He took a fancy to Susan right from the first. He has a thing for her, but it’s more than that. He gets off trying to turn her into a slut in front of her loving husband. That’s why he has you here and hasn’t had Durian whack you yet. He’s not happy that he sometimes still has to use the drug to get her going. He wants her to want it, too — to show you he’s a better man than you are. It’s a game boys play called, ‘my dick is bigger than your dick!’ The end game is to fuck her while you watch and have you there hearing her scream for more of his cock. It’s all so silly, but that’s his game.”
“Sick bastard!”
She laughed again, sounding rich and throaty. “You have no idea, darling. But just pray he doesn’t decide to keep you here permanently, so you can witness his deconstruction of your wife piece by piece. He really does get off on that, but I also believe that on some level, he may even love Susan. For how long he will though, is yet to be determined. Carman said he mentioned he might marry her if she responded right.”
“That’s stupid! There is the small irritation of her already being married. For that matter, so is he!”
She gently grasped my sensitive organ, slowly sliding her hand over it, letting the glove soak up excess pre-cum. “Well, with a single word he could make her a widow, but for your information, he’s not married.”
That bit of news took me by surprise. “What about Carman? He’d have her killed too?”
There was that deep laugh again, making the hair raise on my arms — not to mention causing my dick to grow even harder, if that were possible.
“That’s so funny! Carman’s not his wife silly! She’s his sister!” If I’d been drinking something at the time, I’d have strangled! I tried remembering back how many sexual situations I had seen them participating in together. She had fucked and sucked him right in front of me earlier today! I shook my head.
“Then he truly is a sick puppy. I saw them fucking several times.” She didn’t respond and I seemed like the right time to make another bid, so I said, “Take off my cuffs. Please? We can both get out of here. I’ll go to the cops and I won’t mention your name.”
“Honey, the Boss owns the cops! He also owns half the politicians in this state, all the way to the governor’s office. They’re on his payroll. That’s why he could let you go home the last time and not worry about it. Who’s going to do anything?” She abruptly squeezed my cock and I almost erupted in her hand, then she quickly eased off with a reluctant sigh. “So delicious,” she muttered. “I’d truly love to make you cum. I know I could get you off two or three times tonight. What fun we could have.”
“Do it,” I whispered. “Let me cum. Please.”
“Can’t. Orders. As I said, I have an aversion to pain.” She glided off, casting a seductive look over her shoulder that was filled with promise.
For what seemed like a long time I watched the fat guy use several dildos in every part of Alice’s body, as she alternately licked and stroked a cock that looked like a beer can. Some of the rubber devices were gigantic and must have been very painful, especially the ones inserted into her anus, but the small girl climaxed almost continuously throughout her ordeal. Movement caught the corner of my eye and I looked up to see Carman leading Susan back. She’d changed into a new gown and her hair was piled perfectly on top of her head, a few strands left wayward for affect. She looked elegantly beautiful. My heart ached.
The fat guy saw Susan as soon as she entered the room, and made a beeline for her, his fat cock bouncing before him. He didn’t say a word, simply placing a hand on each of her shoulders, indicating she was to get on her knees. She looked pleadingly at Raul, but finally did as the fat man wanted, obediently taking his short thick cock into her mouth, and sucking. I could see her cheeks collapse with suction each time she drew it in, billowing out like a chipmunk as it withdrew. Her arms remained at her sides but that didn’t deter the guy one bit, whimpering and humping away like a frustrated puppy. He would’ve looked almost comical — if it hadn’t been my wife he was doing it to.
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