Message-ID: <17093eli$9811090800@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: quantumleap01@hotmail.com (QuantumLeap) Subject: RP {QuantumLeap} "The Visitors" Part IV (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: <36468f14.25402122@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 IV I drifted in and out of a restless sleep in my small, dark prison. I could hear him talking, my wife answering, but the conversation was not loud enough for me to make out the actual words. Each time I woke, I could hear his commanding tones, followed by my wife's quiet answers. I tried to imagine what they could talk about for so many hours. Had my wife really given in to him? How strong were his mental powers? They must be limited if the drugs he made her take were necessary. Suddenly the door opened. David dragged me to my feet and escorted me back to our living room where my wife and the giant were calmly sitting on the sofa. She seemed more at ease, still wearing my white shirt and I guessed nothing else. I saw a startled look on her face as I entered the room, and realized I must look terrible. I was very weak and could barely walk on my own. As I sank into a chair, I saw Chris carrying several packages through the front door. He glanced at me as he strolled by, then turned back and grinned. "I've been shopping! Your wife was good enough to give me your credit cards. Oh, by the way, they're maxed out now. But I know you'll just love what we've bought!" The way I felt, after what we had been through, I didn't even care. I was more concerned about what we would have to endure next after seeing his "presents" opened. His leader stood, then looked down at my wife. "Get dressed. I want you drop-dead gorgeous tonight." My wife stood and turned toward the bedroom where Chris was opening his purchases. Sliding his hand to the back of her neck, he turned her toward him. She looked up into his empty eyes. "You shouldn't forget to take your medicine, dear." He produced four capsules from his sweaty pocket and displayed them for her to see. "I think you're ready. We'll double the dose." His hand caressed her neck as he moved to her mouth, inserting a large finger, then opening it. He placed all four capsules on her tongue and told her to swallow. He watched in amusement as she struggled to down all four pills at once. "Come on, this should be easy after swallowing David's black snake last night!" The others had a good laugh as she finally gulped the last of the powerful drugs. She then disappeared to the bedroom to prepare herself. No additional instructions were necessary. She knew the rules. She would shower, carefully shave her pussy, then fix her hair and makeup. Everything must be perfect for him. Returning to the bedroom from the bath, she noticed the outfit that had been placed on the bed. He had told her she would wear something special tonight. Her hands trembled as she dressed for him, feeling the drugs' effect wash over her. She was already wet and swollen, her nipples burning as they brushed the new fabric. Terrified of what she might be capable of under the stronger dose of the drugs, she took a quick glance in the mirror as she walked by. She was stopped cold by the reflection. She was so excited by her appearance she wanted to touch herself for relief. Realizing it was the effect of the drug that made her this way, and fearing the consequences of disobeying (he had warned her not to touch her pussy unless given permission), she pulled away from the mirror and returned to him as ordered. While my wife was preparing herself, I was moved downstairs to the game room. I was carried to the weight bench at the far end of the room where I was secured, my hands to the uprights, my ankles to the forward feet of the bench. The padding had been raised on an incline so that I could see every perverted act he had planned for the evening. My naked body was so weak that they probably wouldn't have had to tie me at all. I could barely move. After tying me, the others amused themselves by raiding my liquor cabinet and shooting pool on the large hand-carved table in the middle of the room. Before long, my wife entered the room. The giant carefully placed his cue on the table and stared solemnly at her. Chris and David gasped and leered. She was dressed in a sheer black bodystocking, completely covering her from neck to toes. Her hair was more beautiful than I had ever seen it. The black second skin made her angelic face and blue eyes radiate her natural beauty. The darkness of her large distended nipples was just visible through the sheer elastic as it tried to contain the fullness of her large rounded breasts. It was breathtaking. But everyone's attention was drawn to the open crotch of the skintight suit. The opening ordinarily would have been just large enough to show the slit and the surrounding outer lips, but his "cocktail" had so excited her that the labia pushed the fabric aside, spreading the elastic to allow her engorged cunt to thrust itself through the modest opening. It was as though a large red and pink orchid had burst into full bloom against the black of night. The monster began to smile and slowly nodded his head as he showed his approval. She had stopped at the entrance of the room, allowing everyone to take in this stunning sight. She was alert, but had a slightly desperate look in her eyes. Her heavy breathing emphasized her hard breasts as they strained against the thin lace. She licked her lips nervously as she felt her fluids coat the inside of her thighs. Her body swayed slightly as if trying to find some small relief from the fire that tortured her between her legs. He called her to him, not with words, but with a look. She reluctantly crossed the room and stood before him. She was breathing heavily, her body trembling as she tried to fight the animal urges she knew came from his drugs. They were almost uncontrollable now, building every minute. Every nerve in her body was screaming to be satisfied. She was quietly moaning every few breaths, trying with all her will not to let the others hear. He reached out with both hands and began to stroke her neck lightly. His large fingers trailed across her ears, tracing their contours. His eyes left her and found mine. He smiled cruelly at me; then a slow, knowing wink. My wife began to shudder uncontrollably, his hands still busy exploring her sensitive neck. Her moaning became loud and regular as she lost all control and orgasmed for him. I saw the large muscles of her perfect ass contract as she thrust her hips toward him again and again as she came. She was all instinct, all sex, abandoning everything in her heat. He covered her mouth with his, their tongues meeting, stabbing at each other. Her hands were on his bare chest, enjoying the expanse of his heavily muscled torso. His huge hands clutched her head and pulled it back, piercing her bright blue eyes with his stare. Her orgasm intensified as she felt his will invade her. "YOU WILL DO AS I SAY. YOU ARE MINE. YOU WILL NOT QUESTION ME." Of course the only words I heard were hers, screaming and cumming. "Oh God!......I'm yours!..... I'll do anything for you!.....Anything!" He broke into a deep loud laugh as he held her head at arms length like a child's doll and watched her spasming body finish its orgasm. Releasing her, he turned to his waiting companions. "Now." They quickly gathered around me, as I dreaded what might be next. Chris produced a rubber ball from his shopping bag and stuffed it into my mouth. Then David tied the gag in place. Their eyes were like wild predators, waiting expectantly over their favorite prey. He took her hand and walked her to me. I was raging inside. My wife was standing over me, her cunt swollen and throbbing for more, holding his hand obediently. Most of the material covering her legs was soaked with her juices. Her pussy literally dripped liquid onto her legs and feet as I watched. Her inner lips and clitoris were constantly in motion, pulsing and twitching. "Kneel in front of him." She lowered herself to her knees at the foot of the bench. "Take his testicles in your hands." She moved my shrunken penis aside and found them, her gentle fingers searching, then finding each of my balls. "Would you like to tear them from his body?" he asked. I became hysterical, thrashing and shaking my head wildly. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. He stared back, expecting her answer. "Yes," she murmured. My God, she couldn't possibly do this to me, to anyone, even on the drugs. He started to chuckle, "Relax little man, I said you wouldn't be damaged if you both behave. I just wanted to show you that she would do it for me, if I asked." Relieved, I collapsed back on the bench, completely drained. My wife's fingers still encircled each of my balls. She looked into his eyes, waiting. "Why don't you give this wimp a massage, sweetheart?" Confused at first, she looked to him for an answer and found it. She began to rub and probe each testicle with her fingertips. She would occasionally find sensitive spots that caused sharp agonizing pain. As she worked, he chuckled whenever I jumped and groaned. Before long I was covered with sweat, fearing each of her gentle touches would bring more pain. He positioned himself behind her and began to run his hands along her neck and shoulders, then down to her hardened nipples and breasts. I could feel her hands begin to shake as he guided her toward another orgasm. "Harder," he ordered. She began to squeeze harder, her narrow fingertips probing more deeply into each of my balls. The pain was constant now, a deep ache that caused my weary body to tense continuously. She was unable to look at me as I began to groan loudly in unyielding pain. She began to pant as I saw him kneel behind her, placing his hands between her legs. Her entire body was now shaking and moans came with every breath. "Harder," he ordered again. Her fingers dug into my balls, pulling and squeezing, rolling and twisting them. The pain was like a bolt of lightning. Constant, searing agony caused my body to stiffen in absolute terror. She became a mindless animal, telling him again and again that she was his as the crashing orgasm hit her. She screamed and bucked as he played her like an instrument, intensifying and sustaining her ecstasy for as long as he wished. She thrashed in orgasm as I thrashed in pain, and the others applauded and cheered for this perverted scene orchestrated by the one they served. My wife released my balls as her orgasm subsided. My body collapsed back onto the bench with welcome relief. I was soaked with sweat. My battered testicles ached. I was weak and nearly delirious. I had not eaten in 36 hours. Seeing my wife alternately humiliated, then brought to screaming orgasms by these men while she attacked me had taken its toll on my mental state. For the first time, I thought I might die. I closed my eyes and gave up. I almost wished they would kill me. When I finally opened my eyes, I was being freed from the bench by Chris and David. They dragged me to a nearby chair and dropped me. The giant stood before me with my wife's hand in his. Her beautiful eyes were even wider than before, making the blue centers shine like beacons. He turned her toward him, again running his strong hands over her neck and shoulders, then to her distended nipples and breasts. Panting heavily, she welcomed his touch, hoping he would continue the journey down her belly to her dripping hole. "Your cunt is on fire. You've been very patient. Would you like it filled with cock?" "Yes.....please!" she whimpered. She was visibly excited by the proposition. "Would you like to show us again how beautiful your naked body is?" "Yes, if it pleases you." He pushed her to her knees in front of me. "Strip your sweet little wife for us." I reached out mechanically to pull the outfit from her body. "No! You may not defile her with your hands! Use your teeth! And keep your filthy tongue off my slut!" Starting at the neck, I clumsily ripped the sheer fabric with my teeth. Being so close to her while she panted and trembled with a heat I had never seen was unnerving. Working it down her body, my face came within inches of her boiling pussy. I paused slightly, watching it pulse and flow. "God! Come on, hurry!" I heard my wife order. They all howled again, making jokes about her impatience at my clumsy attempts. Ripping her costume several more times, I finally peeled the last pieces from her manicured toes. Her heat made her body glow with lust. Her smooth olive skin glistened with a light sheen of perspiration. The definition of her firm tight muscles covering her stomach, legs, and ass gave her the look of a wild animal as she paced back and forth, waiting for what he promised her. "Pick your dick, honey," he joked. She knew immediately what she wanted. She walked briskly to Chris, hands shaking as she struggled to open his pants. Seeing the giant bulb exposed above his belt, she licked it feverishly while freeing the rest of his monstrous cock. She stripped him completely, not satisfied with only part of his young body. "Show your husband what you've been waiting for - show us all." He motioned to the pool table in the middle of the room. She eagerly climbed onto the green felt and crawled to the center of the table. She was on all fours, looking behind her for Chris' huge cock. As he climbed onto the table, she lowered her head and shoulders to the felt, offering her ass and gaping genitals to him. He approached her, mouth watering as her steaming cunt begged for relief. His slim young body was hard and wiry, with no body hair except for a few blonde strands at the base of his rock-hard cock. His immense penis jutted obscenely from his crotch, totally out of proportion with the rest of his frame. Now, in the bright light that spotlighted their stage, it looked even larger than I remembered. Branching veins rose from the surface of the shaft, visibly throbbing as they supplied the engorged, purple head with blood. The 14 inch weapon must have been 3 inches thick. The head was even more shocking. It was the size of a tennis ball, the edges of the corona flaring sharply before returning to the shaft's diameter. A steady trickle of sticky liquid flowed from its eye, which gaped open in eager anticipation. He approached her from the rear, mouth watering at the sight of her wet, swollen labia and clitoris, thrust outward below the two perfect globes of her ass. Clutching his cock, he slowly rubbed the immense head over her exposed genitals. A long, low moan escaped from deep in her throat as she arched her back, trying to open herself to him as fully as possible. The leader stood at the side of the "stage" looking down at her face with satisfaction. Her eyes were closed. Her head lay on the soft felt, turned toward him. She gasped for breath, showing the faint hint of a smile on her open mouth as she tried to imagine how it would feel to be filled with Chris' thick, hard cock. He brushed her shining hair off her face and placed his huge paw on her cheek, stroking it gently. "Are you ready to take him inside you?" "Yesss," she hissed between deep breaths. "You must show your husband your complete surrender to me. Will you do this?" Trying to fight one last time, she did not answer immediately. She felt the tip of Chris' finger enter her ass. She moaned again, thinking only of the pleasure he gave her. "Oh God, yes..........anything.........you......want from me." David carried my limp body to the edge of the table. He tied my hands behind my back, then bent me at the waist so that my upper body rested on the surface, my face inches from my wife's. "Look into your husband's eyes. Let your face show him how you have abandoned him." Her wide, liquid eyes stared into mine through strands of soft, dark hair that I remembered caressing while me made love. I closed my eyes to escape the ultimate humiliation. Blinding pain exploded in my head as he invaded me. "YOU WILL LOOK INTO HER EYES WHILE SHE RAGES AT THE END OF HIS COCK. YOU WILL FIND LUST IN HER EYES THAT YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE. YOU WILL WITNESS HER COMPLETE REJECTION OF YOU AND HER TOTAL SURRENDER TO ME. AND YOU WILL ACCEPT THAT YOU HAVE LOST HER." I was too weak to even try to resist. I opened my eyes to find her still staring directly into mine. As our eyes met, Chris began to slowly slide inside her. Her eyelids fluttered. She began to release a series of long, low moans as her eyes stayed locked on mine. She began to rock forwards, the back, as I could feel Chris beginning to stroke her harder and faster. Her moans turned into short cries, getting louder as his gigantic organ filled her again and again. The leader returned to the other end of the table. He watched with satisfaction as Chris' cock stretched my wife's cunt to its limit, plunging in and out. He reached under her and took her distended clitoris between his fingers. The monster rolled and stroked it, controlling her completely. "I have your wife's stiff little clit in my fingers. Now look into her eyes as she shows you total rejection and her lust for me!" A cruel smile formed on her face seconds before she began to scream. The orgasm rocked her violently as he milked her engorged clitoris. Her body tensed as her hips jerked frantically against the boy's exploding cock. A stream of semen flooded her inside. As the bulging head of his penis crushed against her cervix, the blast of hot liquid shot by it into her womb, filling it in seconds. Cum gushed from her cunt with every stroke of his cock. Her ass was still in the air, and the excess semen flowed down her belly and breasts, landing in a sticky pool that soon surrounded us. As her orgasm subsided, she began to draw her fingers through the puddle of cum and slowly, sensuously, licked them clean. Her wide eyes still looked into mine, the cruel smile returning to her full lips as his booming laughter filled the room. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----