Message-ID: <16092eli$9810050529@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: QuantumLeap Subject: {QuantumLeap} "The Visitors" Part XI (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: <36183333.DB3717B@hotmail.com> *****************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 XI The alarm sounded and I opened my eyes to find myself on the bed in our guestroom. My stomach sickened as I realized that he must still be in the house. How could I possibly endure more of his constant humiliation and torture? How many days and nights would I be forced to watch my beautiful wife beg to be satisfied, performing act after act of unimaginable sexual perversions at his slightest whim? Was this ever going to end? "Would you like some breakfast?" my wife asked from the open door. As she stretched, her white cotton shirt climbed up her body, revealing most of her freshly shaved genitals. Her lean, tan legs flexed to show every chiseled detail as she stood on her toes, hands raised overhead in a long, sensuous yawn. "Is he here?" I asked, fearing the worst. "No, darling," she purred. Done with her yawn, she smiled at me invitingly. Her voice was soft and intoxicating, causing my cock to warm and swell. Running her tongue slowly over her parted lips, she began to unbutton the shirt. My pulse quickened as she worked the buttons through the small openings. The fourth button finally exposed the sharp curves of her full breasts, the fifth the flat plain of her firm belly. Stopping, she brought both hands to her breasts, lightly rubbing the nipples through the cloth until they hardened under her fingertips. Her left hand traveled slowly down her body, stopping on her inner thigh, stroking it with her palm. The other hand was now inside the half-opened shirt, cupping and squeezing her left breast as her eyes widened. As I stood to go to her, she closed her eyes, releasing a low moan. The shirt slid off her shoulders as two black hands appeared from behind her, gracefully moving around her neck and down to the white mounds of her exposed breasts. Slithering like ebony snakes, they opened the remainder of the buttons and pulled the shirt from her shaking body. Agony's face appeared over her shoulder, giving me a cruel smile. Her tongue traced the contours of my wife's ear, whispering quiet phrases to her as she manipulated her breasts with skilled hands. A black hand trailed down the front of her body as she arched backward, forcing her swelling mound toward me. A long dark finger pressed against her outer labia, parting them, then entering the wet slit easily as the rich liquid coated, then lubricated it. Agony gently circled her neck with her other hand, tilting my wife's head back to whisper directly in her ear. This again arched her body backward, obscenely displaying her breasts, belly, and cunt, I supposed for my further humiliation. Agony's finger found her waiting clitoris, gliding up and down along the length of it while her exquisite voice offered irresistible suggestions that urged her toward her climax. My wife began to whimper, then softly cried out, "Oh, Agony..." as her hips gyrated wildly. Her body flexed and twisted as she came, quiet moans coming after each of Agony's silent whispers. As she collapsed into the amazon's strong arms, Agony's icy stare paralyzed me. For several seconds her eyes glowed like hot embers, red and alien. Terrified, I quickly looked away. Then, fearful of what I might see, I glanced back at her, only to find the beautiful brown face smiling at me sweetly. The passing week made me nervous and jumpy, never knowing what to expect from the two women. They acted like sisters much of the time, talking and laughing, sometimes touching each other affectionately. Often I would come home from work to hear the familiar sounds of their lovemaking from our bedroom. They allowed me to watch as my wife repeatedly drank the sweet elixir from Agony's flowing vagina. My wife would lie for hours, face down between her legs, licking and sucking her cunt as Agony watched with amusement or slept. My wife continued to go out every evening, each night wearing a different dangerously revealing outfit. She returned with alarming amounts of cum, contained in the slimy condoms he had provided. Agony remained with me at night, disgusted with the sticky residue of creatures she had no use for. While my wife was out, she would tell me how they had satisfied each other that day. She described in intimate detail the beauty of each part of my wife's body, dwelling on sickening descriptions of her cunt and clit, and how they responded to her touch. Sometimes she would undress me, then play with my penis as she watched my erection grow. Then she would tell me how pathetic I was, allowing others to fuck my wife. She told me over and over how useless my shrinking cock was, how it disgusted my wife, and how it would never satisfy her again. By the end of the week, I began to notice increasing changes in my wife's appearance. Once 5' 10" tall, she now looked me in the eye at my 6' height. She had always been athletic, but now her limbs were thicker, the well-defined muscle groups flexing as she moved. Her breasts were larger and fuller, her ass harder and tighter. When excited, her clitoris extended from its hood, a three-inch finger of flesh that visibly pulsed and throbbed like a small penis. Everything about her once perfect body was becoming larger and a little more perfect. One evening, my wife returned early with five condoms, bulging with cum from the men who used her insatiable body only hours before. Agony sat with us in our living room, talking sweetly to my wife. "Did you enjoy yourself this evening, my pet?" "Yes, Agony." My wife looked at the floor, not wanting this to go further in front of me. "Oh...don't be shy, my Beauty. He knows you've milked the sperm from countless men by now. You enjoy playing with their cocks, filling condom after condom with their hot cum for you master, don't you? Tell him, Beauty." Looking up at me, eyes half apology, half confession, she replied, "Yes, Agony, I do." "Now, my sweet, give this to him. It might make him feel better." My wife walked to her and retrieved the small capsule. Returning to my chair, she offered the drug to me. As I opened my mouth, she pulled back. "No, not there. Please take off your clothes. She wants you naked." As I removed each piece of clothing, she carried it to Agony, who tossed it on a pile where she sat. My wife circled behind me, pushing gently on my back to bend me at the waist. I felt her delicate finger guide the capsule into my anus as Agony looked on with a sinister grin. I felt the drug work almost immediately, the warm fullness spreading through my abdomen to my swelling cock. Within seconds I was standing in the middle of the room, naked, with a rock-hard erection jutting from my crotch. It twitched and leaked clear liquid from the opening as they watched together from the sofa. Agony slowly opened the long zipper down the front of my wife's skin- tight, red dress she had worn that night. Carefully pulling back both sides, she exposed the full length of my wife's devastating new body. Agony watched my reaction as she stroked my wife's breasts, belly and thighs with her long, black fingers. My wife closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she played with her. "How do you like her new look?" she asked. I couldn't answer; the rage, lust, and humiliation were building together inside me. "I've been nursing her, preparing her for a sacred event. The nectar I allow her to suck from me is changing her body, making her stronger, more perfect in every way. So, I repeat, do you like the changes I've made?" I lunged toward her, reaching out to grab her silky throat. I wanted to kill her, to break her neck, to rid our lives of this hideous, unending torture. I wanted to be free! I wanted my wife back! Her glowing red eyes met mine just as I reached her. My body froze, convulsing as I tried to keep my balance. Pain enveloped me, blinding, searing pain that circulated through every cell and nerve. My head exploded with her terrifying warning. DO NOT ANGER ME! I WILL SUCK THE JELLY FROM YOUR BONES! Staggering back to the center of the room, I felt her release me. Smiling at me with her elegant face, she repeated her question. "Do you like the way I've changed this body?" Panting and beaten, I gave her the answer. "Yes, Agony, I like her new body." Her voice suddenly took on a menacing tone. "How pathetic you are, your jerking little cock unable to find a hole! Look at him, Beauty, isn't he a disgusting sight?" "Yes, Agony." "This woman will fuck anything but you. She will put any object in this world in her steamy little pussy except your puny piece of meat! Now, come over here, we want to amuse ourselves." My body shaking, my mind numb, I went to stand before them. My throbbing penis seemed to be the only part of me unaffected by the damage she had inflicted. Agony grasped my organ at the base, teasing and rubbing the bursting head with her free hand. I came almost immediately, spewing a stream of cum into my wife's waiting hands. She cupped them in front of my cock, collecting the semen as it gushed from me. When I finished, Agony looked at my wife, directing her with her soothing voice. "Feed him, my pet." My wife scooped globs of the sticky fluid onto her finger and placed it in my gasping mouth. I choked and gagged as she continued to feed me until every drop was gone. Agony's red eyes glowed brightly at me, a warning to cooperate or face more of the excruciating punishment. Afterwards, I watched as they stripped each other, then licked and sucked each other to moaning, screaming orgasms. My wife remained between Agony's legs, sucking her juices like a nursing child. Agony stared at my helpless form with a satisfied smile, softly stroking my wife with her soothing words. "Ahh, so sweet, so luscious. Drink from me, my Beauty. Agony is here. Are you mine, my love?" The only response was a muffled moan from between her strong, black thighs. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----