Message-ID: <16762eli$9810261253@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: QuantumLeap Subject: RP: {QuantumLeap} "The Visitors" Part XIII (wife nc humil mc) 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: <3633E60B.3A97BF78@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 XIII I slowly regained consciousness, first sensing the jostling movement, then the encroaching damp and chilling cold. I was being dragged along a dark, narrow passageway by two of the creatures. I looked down at my shaking body to find it smeared with drying blood and small fragments of flesh from the chamber floor. Horrifying groans and screams assaulted me as I was carried past the black mouths of endless branching tunnels. With each turn, the tunnel grew narrower. We continued until the three-foot passage ended at a small metal door. Unbolting it, they heaved me inside and closed it with a loud clang. I looked up from the cold, stone floor to find myself in a twelve by twelve-foot cell. The wall ahead of me was made of vertical and horizontal iron bars, allowing a view into the large room beyond. In one corner of my cell, a constant stream of water fell from an opening in the high ceiling to a small hole in the stone floor. Weak and dehydrated, I drank from the small waterfall, finding it cold and refreshing. It splashed over my body, washing the blood and bits of flesh into the opening below. Now clean and no longer thirsty, I shivered from the chill of the cold water. Feeling some warmth entering from the adjoining room, I walked to the closely spaced bars and looked through them into the huge chamber. The room was as luxurious as mine was barren. Large tapestries covered the walls depicting savage acts of sexual brutality, reminding me of the scene I had witnessed only hours ago. Thick scarlet carpets stretched as far as I could see. The furnishings were mostly gold with black leather trim or padding. The huge bed, thirty feet away, was illuminated by flickering candles perched atop immense stone candelabra rising from the floor near each side of the thickly padded mattress. I reclined on the hard floor against the bars, allowing the warmth to wash over me. Gazing longingly at the soft, warm carpet, inches from my tired eyes, I soon drifted into a much-needed sleep. I opened my eyes after hours of restful sleep, hearing noises from the glowing room beyond my prison. I stood and looked through the rusty bars. As I watched from my position at the foot of the bed, I saw the slim, arching back of my beautiful wife as she rode the powerful hips of her master. Her black hair fell over her face as she sweated and panted over him. The flared fullness of her round, firm buttocks rose slowly, exposing inch after inch of his hard pulsing shaft as it left her. The swollen, inner labia were stretched around his cock, spreading obscenely as she pulled the sensitive tissue over the length of his hard meat. Keeping the throbbing head inside her, she began to take him back inside her, slowly lowering herself, filling her wet cunt with his entire length. She milked him slowly, again and again, the heavy muscles of her ass clenched as the tightened walls of her vagina sucked at the head of his cock. Soon she released his cock and turned to face me, lowering her wet crotch over his waiting mouth. His large hands circled her waist, pulling her pussy down to his thick tongue. She looked directly at me through the bars as he licked her. Her eyes closed slowly as the first long moan escaped her. The light of the many candles cast a warm glow on her face and breasts as she allowed his tongue to enter her. Eyes closed and lips parted, she continued to moan as she enjoyed his skilled probing. Reaching below her, she raised his erect, wet penis from his belly and lowered her mouth to the seeping head. Greedily sucking it into her mouth, she allowed the length of it into her throat. Then, withdrawing it, she sucked and licked the purple head as it flowed with his juices. I watched in amazement as she continued to take the entire ten-inch organ into her throat, sometimes working her head from side to side as her chin lay buried in his coarse pubic hair. Moaning louder as he mouthed her drenched cunt, she took one of his pulsing testicles into her mouth. She rolled and washed it with her tongue as she ran her fingers over the slimy head of his bursting cock. Repeatedly sucking each of his large balls into her mouth, she continued to circle the head of his penis with her wet, slippery fingers, probing its gaping eye as she moved over it. Her soft, black hair fell onto his thighs and genitals as she worked, adding wisps of fleeting sensation to the wealth of pleasures she provided him. Finally, he reached for her, turning her around to face him. She skillfully impaled herself on his cock, sinking to the base with one quick thrust. Taking her by the hair, he pulled her mouth to his, invading her again with his probing tongue. They clutched at each other as he filled her again and again with his rigid cock. Her hands ran over his face and chest, finally finding his muscular ass. Her fingers dug into him as she tried to fill her cunt with as much of him as possible. Their bodies tensed and froze for an instant, then moved faster as my wife let out a sharp cry. The milky froth of his cum spilled out of her with each thrust as they orgasmed together, writhing and moaning as a single mass of heated flesh. Their climax lasted for several minutes, as though each tried to extract every last bit of pleasure from the other's perfectly developed body. She finally collapsed on top of him as they both took time to catch their breath. Out of the ensuing stillness I heard her soft, sexy voice as she lay wet and naked against his still-erect penis. "My love,…my husband,…fuck me again." The sounds of their lovemaking continued endlessly over the next few days. I was sickened as I heard my wife beg him for an unimaginable variety of sexual acts she would have never have dreamed of performing with me. The pain was nearly unbearable as I listened to her tease and encourage him, then moan and scream as he used her beautiful body, igniting new desires with every stroke and caress. Three times a day a large portion of an oatmeal-like substance was pushed through a narrow opening at the bottom of the rusty door at the back of my cell. It tasted better than it looked, the sweet, spicy flavor having only a hint of a foreign, metallic bitterness. I began to look forward to the offerings, feeling my strength and energy return as the days passed. At night I slept against the heavy bars between my cell and his quarters, warming my naked body with the heat that drifted through the wall of woven iron. After two days of my new diet, I noticed my testicles had become slightly swollen and tender. In another two days, my penis and testicles had grown to twice their normal size. Each time I woke from my deep sleep, I was shocked by the continued growth of my genitals. My scrotum was now the size of a grapefruit, so large that I had to hold it up in front of me as I walked, or have my balls crushed between my legs as my thighs met. My penis was now twelve inches long in its flaccid state, flopping against my legs as I walked. Several more days had passed when I heard the bolt open and the metal door creak on its rusty hinges. My wife entered, breathtakingly beautiful in a heavily embroidered white robe. It concealed all of her, except for her upturned breasts that jutted from strategic openings in the front of the magnificent gown. Her dark, hardened nipples revealed her constant state of arousal as she approached me with the small leather harness. "Please let me put you into this," she said quietly. "I promise they won't harm you." She knelt in front of me, quickly attaching the straps around my scrotum and penis. Taking the end of the four-foot leash, she led me through the small door and along a maze of twisting, damp tunnels. We finally arrived at another rusty door at the end of a long passageway. She knocked twice and the door opened from inside, revealing Agony's tall, muscular form. As we stepped inside, I squinted from the bright light. The room was completely white and featureless, the smooth walls and tile floor gleaming from the brilliant light overhead. Near the center of the room stood a padded table surrounded by stainless steel machines and instruments, resembling a modern hospital's operating room. Agony took my leash and tugged firmly, leading me to the table. As my wife closed and locked the only exit, Agony removed my harness. "Lie down, please. This won't hurt a bit," she purred. I climbed onto the thick padding, lying facedown on the table. Agony and my wife fastened wide straps over my arms and legs, securing me tightly against the surface. My mind raced in terror as I tried to imagine what torture they had devised. A large opening in the table allowed my genitals to hang freely through the soft padding. I heard a soft whirring as the platform began to rise several feet, stopping at Agony's broad shoulders. She worked under me, attaching a series of thin wires from one of the machines to my enlarged scrotum, while my wife slowly eased a long, slender probe into my anus. I felt the sting of the flexible catheter as Agony inserted it through the opening and guided it deep into my pendulous cock. Retreating to the controls, they chatted quietly as the equipment came to life. A surge of sensation hit me as I felt the sharp stimulation of the probe deep within my bowel. My balls began to pulse and throb as I felt my erection spring to full tumescence. Building in an instant, the orgasm hit me with a crushing force. My body shook and spasmed, rattling the heavy table with my thrashing. I moaned uncontrollably as the intense waves of pleasure washed over me. Another quiet humming began as I felt the cum being sucked from me as I ejaculated. The induced orgasm continued, the machine sucking harder inside me, draining me of every last drop of semen. As I convulsed under the machine's merciless grip, I watched my wife and the heavily muscled amazon embrace, their tongues meeting and twisting in the space between them until their mouths met. My wife explored Agony's hard buttocks and strong back as the black giant stroked and rolled her exposed breasts and nipples. Agony's large thigh slipped between my wife's legs, their bellies rubbing and grinding as they clung to each other. I closed my eyes, shutting out the bright lights and my wife's uncontrollable attraction for the disguised demon. When the instruments could no longer suck more cum from my shaking body, they shut them off and released me from the table. My wife reattached the harness while Agony eyed my enlarged genitals approvingly. "Oh, what an incredible set of balls you've grown! They're just what we need to harvest large amounts of sperm to spawn more of our kind. It's too bad you'll never get to use that huge, ugly cock. Isn't it disgusting, my Beauty?" "Yes, Agony," answered my wife, staring at my snake-like dick as it hung limply over my bulging scrotum. My wife remained silent as she led me back to my cell, locking me inside. Over the next week I was taken to the room daily to be milked. My wife began to stare at my growing penis more frequently as it grew larger and larger, always returning me to my prison in silence. One day, just as we arrived at the heavy door at the end of the long, dark tunnel leading to my cell, she turned to face me. Looking into my eyes for a long time, she lowered her gaze to my immense cock, now over fourteen inches long. She glanced past me into the darkness, then returned her eyes to mine. "Shhhh…," she whispered. "Please, I need this." She lifted my long, heavy organ with both hands, excited by its weight. The pupils of her wide, blue eyes dilated as she stroked and kneaded my penis with her skillful fingers. I felt it flush and fill with blood, swelling to gigantic proportions. She released a quiet, "Mmmmm…" as she saw it expand to its final grotesque dimensions. Unbuttoning her robe and discarding it, she fell back against the cold, stone wall, pulling my cock to her dripping crotch. "Please fuck me. Oh, please, please put it inside me." Pulling me close to her, she inserted the head between her slick labia, then into her waiting vagina. She licked and sucked my neck as I buried the huge shaft inside her. Her heat surrounded my cock immediately, the muscles inside her grasping me like a powerful fist. "Oh, God… oh, God," she gasped repeatedly as I filled her again and again, shoving her against the hard stone wall. Suddenly, searing pain shot through my shoulders as his powerful hands grabbed me and hurled me against the iron door. The monster's red eyes glowed at us from the darkness. He glared at my wife as she fell to the floor, whimpering with fear. His rage spilled into our minds, making the physical pain I felt seem insignificant. "SO THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME! I'VE MADE YOU A QUEEN! I'VE GIVEN YOU ECSTASY UNKNOWN TO ANY MORTAL! I ALLOWED YOU TO BEAR MY OFFSPRING! NOW I FIND YOU FUCKING THIS PATHETIC GRUB!" He grabbed her by the hair, lifting her painfully to eye level. Terrified, she squirmed and twisted as he held her with an outstretched arm, her body dangling like a helpless toy. Bringing her face to within an inch of his, he spat the words at her. "If you want this puny thing so badly, I will strip you of the gifts I have so generously given. You will share his suffering tenfold when I return you to the mortal world!" Taking both of us by the neck, he guided us along an ancient passageway we had not yet walked. The stone floor turned to a rocky path as we descended into a deep cavern. Huge rock formations stretched from the floor into the darkness above us. We passed from chamber to chamber, each growing darker as we plunged into the depths of the cave. Just as the darkness closed in on us, blinding us completely as we felt our way along the rock walls, we entered a smaller room lit by the green glow from a large pool of water in the center of the rocky cavity. The eerie luminescence spilled into the immediate area around the glass-like surface, leaving the high ceiling and ragged walls in shades of black and gray. He gave me a shove and I landed hard in some rubble by the far wall. The red of the monster's eyes moved through the dim light as he dragged my terrified wife to the edge of the shining pool. The quiet water began to ripple, then roll, as something large and powerful moved below the surface. Suddenly a squirming mass of gray, translucent tentacles appeared, replacing the churning liquid with a writhing bed of the alien appendages. Slowly several tendrils climbed over the edge of the pool and slithered toward her. His huge hands gripped her arms tightly as she felt the soft tips of the tentacles explore and probe her flesh. Several of the larger tentacles spiraled around her arms and legs, allowing the monster to release his grip. They lifted her twisting body into the air, stretching her arms and legs, while other more delicate tips with tiny open mouths found their way into her pussy and anus. She began to scream as they pushed deeply into her, sucking at the sensitive tissues inside, drinking and removing the gifts he had given her. She screamed louder as she was pulled into the wormy nest, the slimy tentacles covering her firm flesh. Her screams died suddenly as a wiggling finger entered her mouth and worked its way into her throat. Her body disappeared into the tangled bed as it writhed and turned. Occasionally portions of her struggling body were exposed at the surface; a breast, a thigh, a clutching hand, always pulled under within seconds as it fed on her juices. I watched the horrific spectacle from across the chamber. Hate for the demon overwhelmed me. I saw him smile while he watched the thing devour my wife. I was sure he was waiting for her to die. "Please, please let her live! Oh, God, don't let it kill her! I'll do anything, just don't let her die!" He turned to me as I begged, laughing at my desperation. "Stop your pathetic whining! How dare you assume that you have any influence over your worthless lives! She can still provide much pleasure and amusement to us, and your resulting humiliation doubles our enjoyment. I'll kill you both when you are no longer useful to me. Keep this in mind as you both satisfy our thirst for your pain." The pool suddenly quieted, tentacles receding, as my wife's body floated to the calm surface. After catching her breath, she pulled her exhausted body out and over the edge, collapsing wet and naked on the stone floor. He stood over her, ordering her to get up. She stood slowly, choking and sobbing as the slime dripped from her shaking belly and legs. She trembled as he took her face in his hands, looking into her teary eyes. "What's wrong, my wife? Don't you crave my throbbing cock anymore?" he teased. "Please, don't…," she begged, shuddering with fear. He turned her back to him, then released her. "Bend over, my dear, spread your legs for me." She sobbed louder, afraid to move. "Please, don't make me do this," she pleaded. We both felt his familiar intrusion, exploding in our brains. "OBEY ME IN ALL THINGS! I WILL CRUSH YOU BOTH!" She moved her feet apart and bent over, resting her hands on her slim thighs. "Beg me to fuck you." "Oh God, please, no, don't do this, PLEASE!" she wailed. "If you won't, maybe your pathetic husband will," he replied. The blinding pain hit me, throbbing, bursting from within my head, building behind my eyes until it threatened to push them from their sockets. The rhythmic pounding continued relentlessly. "SAY IT. TELL ME. NOW! SAY IT. TELL ME. NOW! SAY IT. TELL ME NOW!" I was beaten; I couldn't take any more. "Please fuck her, PLEASE FUCK MY WIFE!" I blurted as the pain gradually lessened. "And now you, my dear?" he repeated. She winced as he probed her mind. "Yes, do it, please fuck me, oh God, fuck me please!" she moaned, almost losing her balance from the pain. He freed his cock, the purple head wet from his prolonged excitement. Wiping some of the slime from her ass and thighs, he rubbed it over her vulva, pushing some inside to lubricate her. Placing the head against her, he entered her slowly, inching the hard shaft into her while she cried openly. Once inside her, he withdrew slowly, then began to fill her faster with each stroke, until she grunted with each of his savage thrusts. Tears rained from her face onto the cold stone floor as he slammed into her, again and again, clutching her narrow waist as he fucked her. He had entered her mind again. I heard her reciting the words in her tiny, frail voice between sobs and grunts. "Please fuck me harder. …… Please fuck me harder. ……Please fuck me harder." The brutality continued until his cum finally began to flow from her, frothing and dripping from where they were joined, splattering onto the floor beneath them. Pulling the sticky weapon from her ravaged hole, he took her by the hair, holding her face inches from the seeping head. "Clean it, slut!" he ordered. She took him into her mouth, licking and slurping the fluids from him as he held her by her hair, guiding her mouth over his hot, wet meat. Once more he demanded our words as we felt his request stab at us. "Thank you for fucking me," my wife answered, as thick wads of his sperm dripped from her murmuring lips. "Thank you for raping my wife," I answered, sickened and humiliated by the words he made me say. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----