Message-ID: <14457eli$9808151919@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: QuantumLeap Subject: {QuantumLeap} "The Visitors" Part III (MMMF wife nc humil mc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <35D4AD50.86F44F17@anon.anon> *****************WARNING! WARNING!************************************ The following story contains material of an adult, explicit sexual nature. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS SUBJECT MATTER OR UNDER 18, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!! *********************************************************************** The Visitors By QuantumLeap Part III I opened my eyes the next morning to find myself on the floor, surrounded by the three intruders and my wife. They seemed even larger and more sinister as I looked up at the three, my head and balls aching from what seemed like a bad dream. I was ordered to shower, then return naked, while my wife cleaned the room. I slowly sat up, then rose to my feet. My wife looked freshly showered, wearing one of my white dress shirts. It hung to mid thigh, but from my view on the floor, I could see she was naked underneath. My leash had been removed, but as David patted his gun, I was warned that my wife would gain another hole in her body if I misbehaved. She could not bear to look at me, reliving the humiliation of the previous day, not understanding how she could have said and done all the things she now desperately tried to put out of her mind. I returned to the kitchen, naked and clean, but still weak and aching. My wife was preparing breakfast for the men as they joked about how hungry she was only 12 hours ago. They ordered me to sit at the table, tying my hands behind me. I was starving and the smell of bacon and eggs made my mouth water. My wife brought the food to the table and began to serve each of the men from the large skillet. As she delivered a large portion to the leader's plate, I saw his hand travel up along the inside of her thigh, disappearing under the long shirttail. As his arm moved rhythmically between her legs her hands started to tremble. I looked into her face to see tears streaming down both cheeks as he gently kneaded and massaged her outer labia and belly. He grinned at me as he continued. "Your wife has betrayed you and now she is mine. She will tell you herself." Her hands shook violently as her probed her with his mind and fingers. His face faded and returned. "I'm yours," she replied. "All of you?" "Yes" "Tell your husband what I now own." The tears turned to quiet sobs, then to pleading. "Don't make me do this! Don't make me say this to him, please, I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want, just don't make me do this." She cried harder, almost overturning the hot skillet still hovering above his plate. This time the command exploded in her head. "YOU WILL NOT CRY. YOU WILL DO AS I SAY. YOU WILL ADMIT THESE THINGS TO HIM OR YOU BOTH SUFFER EXTREME CONSEQUENCES." "Tell your husband what I own." "My body and my mind." "What part of your body?" "All of it." "What PARTS my dear?" Shaking, she hesitated, then said the words she knew he wanted me to hear. "My breasts." "And?" "My legs." "And?" "My rear." "More..." "My mouth." "Say it, dear." "My vagina." "Right part, wrong name. Try again." She had heard it so many times the day before she knew the word he wanted, the one she hated. "My cunt." "Good girl! Now serve us and have some breakfast yourself." As she finally arrived at my plate, he looked up and shook his head. "He doesn't deserve to eat. He's done nothing but grovel and puke!" The other two laughed and waved their food under my nose before eating every bite. "Serve yourself, then throw the rest in the garbage disposal." My wife put a small portion on her plate, then dumped the rest into the disposal. My head continued to ache and the smell of the meal made me feel even weaker. I wondered how long I would have to go without food. My wife returned to the table and began to pick at her food. Unable to look in my direction or at the three thugs, she stared at her plate, trying not to think about what my be next. "Did you enjoy yourself yesterday?" She shuddered, fearing we would be tortured further with these humiliating questions. She knew she must give him the answers he desired. "Yes." "Tell your husband what you liked best, sweetheart." How could she do this? How could she tell her husband things that could not be forgotten or forgiven? As she looked into the giant's eyes for pity, she saw instead a cold and vacant soul, completely unfamiliar with any human feelings. She saw domination and ruthlessness, a pure evil that only reminded her again of the severe consequences of her actions. Trying to please him, she responded, "I liked it when you made me cum." My entire body was shaking, revolting against the words he forced me to hear. Chris and David had stopped eating their meal, listening intently to my poor wife's degrading dialog with their boss. "Have you ever cum like that before?" "No" "Has your husband even come close to satisfying you like I can?" "No" "I assume you never want to fuck your husband again after having me?" "Oh God, please! Don't do this to us!" She began to cry hysterically, unable to say the words. He entered her mind to provide the help she needed. "LOOK AT HIM! TELL HIM TO HIS FACE! HE MUST ACCEPT THIS!" She looked at me and I turned away, not able to watch her mouth say the words. Chris shot out of his chair and clenched my head in both hands, forcing me to look into my wife's innocent blue eyes. "Tell him now." As she stared into my eyes, my wife surrendered and began. "You will never satisfy me again. He fingered me and made me cum harder than you ever have." My mind just caved in. I struggled and thrashed in my chair, but the boys quickly arrived to hold me, laughing and joking. My wife began to cry again, and tears came to my eyes, knowing we would never be the same. But, it still wasn't over. "Tell your husband what else you enjoyed. What makes your little pussy wet just remembering it?" Again they held me while my wife spoke to me. "I liked sucking and playing with Chris's huge penis. I liked David's penis in my mouth while I played with his testicles. I liked being covered with semen and putting it in my mouth and my cunt." "You forgot the most exciting thing of all." He pushed hard, prodding her mind in the right direction. She felt the intrusion, then, startled, knew what to say to me. "The best part was making you watch me cum, showing you things you could never do to me, proving that every part of my body belongs to him, not you. Deep loud laughs came from the monster as his imps danced around me, screaming and whooping, reveling in their master's victory. My head was exploding. I had to vomit but my gut was completely empty. I gagged and choked, head spinning, the room growing dark. I felt myself being lifted into the air by the howling madmen. I was taken to a closet where I would spend the next 6 hours in dark silence. As I was carried away I looked down to see the bare-chested giant bent over her, their mouths locked together. She fought helplessly as he worked both hands beneath her half-opened shirt. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----