Message-ID: <5294eli$9710311114@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: hinkannj36@aol.com (HinkaNNJ36) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Meek Shall Inherit the Shaft (1 of 3, dom) by hinka Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971031022601.VAA20718@ladder02.news.aol.com> The Meek Shall Inherit the Shaft by Hinka Part 1 of 3. Hi. My name is John, an unemployed office supplier. Amy, my wife, is an artist. We're not a very aggressive couple. Actually we're pretty passive. That's one of the reasons I lost my job. Life and people seem to constantly be pushing us around. Amy occasionally picks up jobs catering small parties. For a while, that was our only income. Needless to say money was tight. Our lives changed drastically,a while back, when my wife met Tracy at an art auction. Tracy was a high class women who just moved into the ritzy part of town. They hit it off and Tracy, knowing we needed money, started offering my wife jobs as a caterer to her party's. She also bought some of Amy's artwork. One day Amy needed help with one of Tracy's parties. I offered to drive the food down and help serve it. Bob, Tracy's husband, wasn't very friendly and took an "uppity" attitude with me. He refereed to me as "boy" when he wanted something. For Amy's sake I swallowed my pride and helped serve the food. I also noticed that Tracy treated Amy like a real servant. I guess Amy didn't care. I never heard her complain. The day after the party, my wife got a frantic call from Tracy asking us to come over that evening. When we got there both Tracy and her husband started yelling at us for serving tainted food and getting some of their guests sick. Amy was in tears and I didn't know what to say. "You little shits", Bob yelled, "I'll ruin you, by the time my lawyers are done you'll be begging for food off the streets". "See that dog bowl", screamed Tracy, "That's the only food you'll be able to afford". "Please, Please", cried Amy, "We'll do anything, I didn't know the food was bad". "Anything" Tracy said, a little half smile on her face, "OK. Lets see. Both of you stay here while me and Bob talk. DON'T MOVE. We'll be right back". With that Bob and Tracy went down into the basement. "Amy, how could you serve bad food? Do you have any idea what they can do to us. What if one of the guests got really sick". Amy nodded, "We'll just have to do anything they say and hope they don't sue us. This is the last party I'll ever cater". When Bob and Tracy returned they seemed a lot calmer. "Bob and I decided not to call our lawyers if you'll put on a little show for us", Tracy said coyly. "Lets get down to the basement". The basement was a huge room with couches against the walls leaving the center area clear. Bob sat down on one couch while Tracy sat down on the couch opposite him, leaving me and Amy in the middle. "OK", Bob commanded, "Here's the rules! My wife will own John. He must do anything my wife says for the next hour. Amy likewise will belong to me and do whatever I say. Is it agreed?". "Anything ", I said, "I don't know if I like this". "Please", begged Amy, "It's only for an hour. I want to get this over with". "Agreed", I said, swallowing my last vestige of manhood. "Lets go". It was Tracy's turn first. "John I want you to come over here by me. Kneel down at my feet. Take my heels off, and start licking and sucking my toes through my stockings. NOW". I thought to myself, "this wasn't so bad", and proceeded to remove her high heels and suck on her toes. The smell and taste were starting to turn me on. I could see Tracy was starting to get hot also. She slid one hand under her skirt towards her pussy. The other hand fondled her breast through her bra. As Tracy started moaning I increased the tempo of my sucking. First one foot then the other. She seemed eager to constantly jam her feet in my mouth. After a while she told me to stop and remove her pantyhose. While still kneeling I worked the hose off her ass and down her legs. She took the hose and put the feet part in my mouth while covering my head with the panty part. It was now Bobs turn. He told Amy to go over to me and take my clothes off. Amy was reluctant at first, but with a hard smack on the ass she complied. First my shirt then shoes, socks,pants and underwear were stripped from me. Tracy then told me to strip Amy. I was really getting turned on making my wife naked in front of these people. Bob and Tracy started laughing as they watched my erection grow. Tracy had Amy take the hose off my head and tied up my balls with one of the legs. I winced as she pulled the noose tighter. She then commanded me down on all fours and paraded me around the room like a dog on a leash. Bob told Amy to get down on all fours also. I was then led up to Amy's ass an instructed to get my tongue deep inside. I could hear Amy moaning and new she was getting turned on. While trying to get my tongue deeper and deeper up her ass. Tracy came behind me and with a sharp thrust wiggled her lubed hand up my hole. I screamed out in pain to no avail. The hand and arm sank deeper and deeper into me. Bob, seeing that I stopped tonguing Amy, came over and pushed my face hard against her ass. After a while I got used to Tracy's hand and began to enjoy it as she moved it in and out. Bob then took Amy and put her next to me, still on all fours, so are bodies were touching. Amy screamed loudly as Tracy thrust her other hand up my wife's ass. Nearly fainting, Bob came over to hold her up as Tracy's arms pumped in and out of our holes. Amy recovered and we found ourselves moving our bodies to the rhythm of Tracy's fucking. Tracy was getting tired. After one last deep push she withdrew her arms and hands. Our asses made popping sounds as the now large holes were finally allowed to close. Me and Amy fell to the floor exhausted. Tracy wiped her arms on our backs and hair. She then went back to the couch and put on a pair of white tights. Bob then laid Amy down on her back in front of his wife. Amy's ass was against Tracy's left foot with her legs and feet resting on Tracy's thigh. Tracy told me to lie down next o Amy and get in the same position. Bob came over and attached nipple clamps to both me an Amy. We again cried out in pain. Bob then took a nasty looking clit clamp. He spread Amy's pussy wide, found her clit and clamped it on. Amy started screaming. Tracy took her foot and shoved it into my wife's cunt saying, "stop screaming bitch or my whole foot is going into your wet pussy". I think mostly out of fear, my wife stopped crying. Bob then took some string and attached my nipple clamps to Amy's. He took another string and attached it to Amy's clit clamp. The other end of this he looped on his wife's finger. Tracy said, "Now we're going to have some real fun. Here's the deal. Each time Amy screams Bob is going to take a pin and stick it in the head of Johns prick. When John screams I'll give a sharp tug to Amy's clit clamp. Is everyone ready?". Very meekly Amy asked what she was going to do. Tracy replied, "I like collecting one of a kind things. Today I'm going to wear a pair of expensive shoes". Bob then took some lube and rubbed it around my wife's ass. Then he took his wife's foot and started working its way up Amy's ass. Every time Amy cried out he would stop, take a straight pin, and stick it in the head of my penis. After what seemed like hours he managed to get the heel of his wife's foot into Amy's ass. Amy was sobbing uncontrollably. Thank god she wasn't screaming anymore. My prick looked like a pin cushion all covered in blood. Amazingly it was still erect. Bob lubed my hole and started to work his wife's other foot into my ass. Tracy stopped him and with one big push shoved most of her foot in. I tried to stop but I screamed out in pain. Tracy gave a sharp tug on her string and I could see my wife's clit spring up out of her pussy. Amy started thrashing around so Bob pinned her hands down to keep her still. With a mischievous grin Tracy then gave another push until her heel buried deep inside me. Both me and Amy were moaning as we felt her toes wiggling around in our bowels. Bob took out the pins from my head and started to stroke my shaft using my own blood as a lubricant. At the same time Tracy gave little tugs on the clit clamp while Bob shoved a large dildo up Amy's cunt. It didn't take long before both of us came. Bob directed my cum over to Amy's pussy. After Amy climaxed he took her dildo and shoved it in my mouth, ordering me to lick it clean. Tracy looked at the time and said our hour was almost up. She gently removed her feet and our clamps from us. Her tights were gooey and brown with some of our poop. She stood over us and alternated putting her feet in our mouths until we had tongued them clean and they were white again. In one last gesture, before time expired, she asked Bob to fill up the large dog dish. Me and Amy were then instructed to bury our heads in the bowl and eat. With our asses in the air Bob shoved his cock up Amy's ass. Tracy strapped on a large dildo and buried it in my ass also. By the time they climaxed me and Amy were almost done with the food. With our heads still in the dog bowl, we pleaded to go home. Laughing, Tracy and Bob tied our hands behind our backs. They then dragged us over to a large dog cage in another part of the basement. They tossed us in, locked the cage and began to walk away. Me and Amy started cursing them out for breaking their promise. Saying we "needed to cool off", Bob and Tracy came back to the cage. Bob , with his dick still out, started to piss into the cage. First on Amy then on me. Tracy then squatted down and pissed into a water dish. Opening up one side of the cage she pushed the dish in. She then ordered us to drink her piss. If we didn't finish in 30 seconds she threatened to castrate both me and Amy. With fear in our eyes we eagerly lapped up the yellow liquid. Smiling, they walked away and turned out the lights. Me and Amy, sore and dirty, held each other in the darkness. We both wondered what the next day would bring. Please give feedback. I can be reached at HinkaNNJ36@aol.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /