Message-ID: <16875eli$9811020640@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: quantumleap01@hotmail.com Subject: {QuantumLeap} "The Visitors" Part XIV (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: <363d4faa.17840441@news.supernews.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 XIV We staggered forward along the dark path leading from the cave, both exhausted and beaten by his physical and mental brutality. He held us each by the backs of our necks, his powerful grip increasing the already painful pounding inside our heads. We stumbled and scraped the rough, stone walls of the passageway as he guided us into the darkness ahead. Occasionally a set of glowing eyes would approach us, sharp claws reaching out to explore our naked bodies as they passed us. Horrible shrieks and screams faded into the distance as we continued, not knowing which one of us would be the target of the next demon as the glowing embers moved closer in the pitch black tunnel. We stopped twice along the way, waiting while two red eyes bobbed and hovered near my wife. I could hear her sobbing and moaning as the demon performed unseen acts of perversion, enjoying the touch of her firm flesh. We stood by in the darkness, waiting for the demon to finish, then moved on. As we moved through the darkness, a faint light appeared in the distance. We moved toward it, coming to a dead end formed by a flat stone wall at the end of the tunnel. A dim, blue light filtered onto the rock wall from an opening in the ceiling above us. The monster released us, then approached the barrier before us. Able to see again as my eyes adjusted to the faint glow, I was sickened as I saw the sticky remains of the demons' abuse covering my wife's face and slick belly. She cried as she attempted to wipe the thick coating of cum from her face and hair, her hands dripping with the heavy goo. Facing the wall, he slowly placed both hands on the cold surface. Immediately the wall shifted slightly out of focus, then disappeared, revealing a huge chamber beyond. He again took each of us by the neck and ushered us through the opening. The long chamber was immense, at least two hundred feet wide. The ceiling and opposite end stretched into the distance, far out of our sight. As we walked down the colossal hall, I noticed each of the distant walls was lined with a series of shimmering ovals, also receding into the distance as far as we could see. Suddenly, to my right, a figure burst from the surface of one of the ovals. Standing in front of it for a few seconds, the man's image faded, then reformed as one of the hideous demons. I watched in amazement as it scampered across the hall in front of us, then plunged through another silvery ellipse on the opposite wall. Over the next hour, we saw hordes of the creatures come and go through the endless portals. They took a wide variety of forms, from small girls to old men, always shifting shapes as they continued on their way. The hall seemed endless as we walked for what seemed like hours. I shuddered when I thought about how many of these disguised demons must be walking among us, unseen. Finally, the monster turned us toward the wall and approached one of the door-sized ovals. Standing near it, I watched our reflected images shimmer and distort, reminding me of a constantly changing funhouse mirror. The surface seemed liquid, like a giant pool of mercury standing on its side. Without a word, he gave my wife a shove, pushing her into the portal. She disappeared without a sound, leaving only a few ripples in the flowing surface. I fell forward as his powerful thrust hurled me toward the unknown. Terrified and screaming, we looked up from the floor of our bedroom. The large mirror on the far wall rippled for a few seconds, then returned to its regular glassy appearance. Cautiously rising to our feet, we looked around the room. We appeared to be alone, the room looking just as we had left it. My wife and I explored our home, finding no trace of the monster or his demons. Peering out the front window, we saw familiar neighbors walking the street as the brilliant sunset cast a pink glow over the peaceful setting. Grateful for hot showers and a good meal, we retired early, exhausted from our endless ordeal. Were we free? Was it finally over? Maybe the monster had finally tired of us, moving on to some other unfortunate couple. We fell asleep almost at once, spending the first peaceful night in weeks in our own comfortable bed. The next day was spent getting our lives back in order, doing the ordinary things that our busy lives required. Feeling more at ease, we were still cautious, nervously checking dark closets and the empty garage where the monster's black limo once waited. That evening we relaxed, watched a movie, then went to bed with a bottle of our favorite wine, purchased that day to celebrate our freedom. Life was good again, but we had a way to go to repair the damage he had inflicted. Once in bed, our desire for each other fueled by the now empty bottle of wine, we explored each other's bodies like hungry animals. She stroked my cock and balls lovingly while I licked and sucked at the hard nipples atop her firm, jutting breasts. Desperate to fill her eager pussy, I rolled onto her, licking her ears and neck. Sighing and moaning, she rubbed her clit with the head of my cock, then pulled me inside her. I moved into her slowly, relishing the continuous flood of sensation as her vagina spasmed and gripped my penis, encasing the sensitive head in wave after wave of welcome embraces. She clutched my ass with both hands, pulling me toward her, sinking my cock as deeply into her as possible. Holding me there, enjoying my fullness inside her, she raised her hips under me, moving in a circular motion. She began to moan louder as she rubbed her swollen clitoris against me, calling my name between gasping breaths and short, quiet cries. We looked into each other's eyes as we shared an intimacy deeper than we had ever known. We had survived the ordeal together, and now found our love was not diminished, but strengthened by the experience unique to us alone. The renewed sense of belonging, freedom, and an indestructible love brought our lovemaking to a yet unknown intensity. Our mouths met, tongues circling and wrestling, welcome invaders into the warm wetness. Our writhing bodies became one, joined at both ends, offering and accepting everything. We both began to scream as our bodies suddenly rocked and thrust more rapidly, the imminent orgasms now out of our control. I felt the urgent rush of semen surge forward deep within my exploding cock. She bucked franticly against me, milking my cum from me as her orgasm crashed over her. Suddenly, the darkened room was filled with light. Startled, I jumped up, spraying a stream of cum onto my wife's heaving belly. Blinded by the unexpected brightness, we squinted as we looked around the room, our orgasms cut short by the surprise. "Well, well, what the fuck do we have here?" Looking in the direction of the voice, we saw a young boy, about fifteen, standing at the foot of the bed. Behind him, the large mirror rippled and flowed, then returned to its normal appearance. He stood with his hands on his hips, grinning at us as I bolted, naked, from the bed. My wife remained trembling on the bed, the sheets pulled up to her neck to hide her excited body. "Who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?" I shouted. His grin changed quickly to a menacing glare as he answered. "I'm Spike, and I'm here to make your lives a living hell," he hissed. He approached me as he answered, stopping a foot in front of me. "Now, hubby, I suggest you shut the fuck up and do as I say. Get it?" He shoved me hard enough with a single push to hurl me against the wall, several feet away. I hit the wall in mid air, then crashed to the floor, unable to breathe. He strolled to the side of the bed, leaning over to look more closely at my terrified wife's face, studying it with his piercing eyes. She turned to look at him, visibly shaking under the wrinkled sheet. He was tall for his apparent age, but painfully thin, his pale skin stretched over a long angular frame. His red hair was cropped short, standing on end over his white skull. Several studs and rings pierced both his ears, and tattoos covered the exposed portions of his spindly arms. He wore a tattered t-shirt bearing a faded inscription that was long ago unreadable. His skintight leather pants were molded to his bony skeleton, and displayed the growing outline of his long, thin cock. His demeanor was menacing, short-tempered, and potentially violent. Bringing his mouth closer, he extended his tongue and forcefully licked the side of her face. She closed her eyes, too terrified to move. He licked again, this time the other cheek as he turned her head toward him. He continued to lick her - eyes, lips, ears, and neck, until her flawless, olive skin glistened with a coating of his stringy saliva. "God, you're a fox!" he blurted. She winced with each of his words, spoken so closely to her wet face. "Hey, hubby, get over here!" he ordered. I got up slowly, still breathing hard from my fall. "I wanna see her. Take the fuckin' sheet off." I stood beside the bed, not able to move. Impatient, he threw me a nasty glance, the centers of his eyes glowing red for just an instant. I reached down and took the edge of the sheet from her shaking hands. Slowly, I pulled it over her toward the foot of the bed. He leered, mouth watering, as he took in her full breasts, flat belly, and firm, long legs. She covered her breasts with both hands, but she couldn't hide the wet remains of my ejaculate covering her crotch and stomach. "God damn it! You got cum all over her!" He reached out with a finger and traced a path along her abdomen, trailing it through the semen, between the swollen labia, continuing lower, lingering over her anus. Withdrawing it, he presented it to her, wet and sticky. "Lick!" he commanded. She allowed him to enter her, closing her trembling lips around it, cleaning it as his he slowly pulled his finger from her closed mouth. "Yea, I knew you'd be easy. Now go get cleaned up, you little slut." She edged off the bed slowly and headed for the bathroom, eyeing him cautiously as she left us. I heard the shower running and felt the warm, humid air enter the room as she cleaned herself for him. "I guess you know where the guest room is by now," he laughed. Get your shit and get outta here." I quickly gathered some clothes, a pillow, and sheets, then headed for the bedroom down the hall where I had already spent night after night listening to the others use my wife in our bed. Before long, the shower stopped. I sat on my bed in despair, dreading the sleepless night ahead of me. Soon I heard her soft voice and went to my door to listen more closely. She returned to the bedroom, naked and warm from the steamy shower. He came close to her, whispering his orders in her ear, making sure I was not able to hear them. "Get on the bed. Spread your legs and pull your knees up so I can see your cunt. Hold it open for me with both hands so I can look inside you." She did as she was told, knowing not to disobey him. He walked slowly around the bed, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body, stretched open for him. She trembled as she saw his excitement intensified by her shame and humiliation. As he began to remove his clothes, she started to sob, heavy tears running over her already wet face. He climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs, spreading her smooth thighs even farther apart. He crouched over her on hands and knees, his long, thin penis bobbing near her pussy, still held open by her slippery fingers. Lowering his face to her ear, he whispered his next order. "Beg me to rape you." She began to cry harder, her stomach and breasts shaking as the tears flowed. "Beg me to rape you, or I'll fuck you up, slut." He had already shown his violent streak, so she had no doubt that he meant what he said. Between sobs, in a broken, quiet voice, she complied. "Please rape me." Infuriated, he hissed into her ear, "Say it louder, like you mean it, you little bitch!" "Please rape me," she repeated, this time loud enough for me to hear. "Louder, bitch! Keep begging me!" he warned. "PLEASE RAPE ME, PLEASE, PLEASE, RAPE ME!" she shouted, over and over again. He lowered his cock and entered her, allowing her to feel it pass by her tiring fingertips as she held herself open for him. The long shaft entered her repeatedly and violently as she struggled to keep her labia stretched for him. He slammed into her, enjoying her soft grunts and jerking breasts as he jolted her with each thrust. Again whispering, he gasped as he worked, "Beg me.. to fuck you.. harder. Say my name. Do it...slut!" All I heard from my room was her constant pleading. "Fuck me harder, Spike! Please fuck me harder!" I stumbled to my bed, collapsing in tears. I was certain that we were free from these demons, only to have an even more violent creature enter and control our lives. And for how long? Would we be tortured and humiliated by these beings for the rest of our lives? How much more could we endure, and what was their reason for doing this to us? It seemed these were all questions we may never have answered. He used her the entire night, the sounds waking me frequently as he made her recite disgusting requests, repeated until he was sure that I heard my wife as her tired body serviced him. He brought her to my door the next morning, dragging her by the hair, showing me her bruised and exhausted body like a trophy. She could barely stand on her own. Her eyes were swollen and red from her constant crying. He forced her forward, proudly showing the large volume of cum that caked her hair and coated her belly and legs. "She wasn't bad, but I've had a lot better," he boasted. She landed on top of me, dazed and limp as a rag doll, as he discarded her. "Clean her up for me. Maybe I can do something with her in time." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----