Message-ID: <17099eli$9811090808@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: quantumleap01@hotmail.com (QuantumLeap) Subject: RP {QuantumLeap} "The Visitors" Part VIII (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: <36469015.25658926@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 VIII Later that evening, I was led to our garage, still bound and naked. I was surprised to see a black limousine waiting, just barely able to fit in the small, dark space. Chris and David opened the right rear door and heaved me inside, slamming it behind me. The interior was luxurious, mostly soft, black leather, accented by scarlet carpet and velvet trim. The compartment was spacious, my seat facing another long leather sofa. Across from me sat the monster, sprawled in the center of the heavily cushioned seat. He smiled quietly as he watched my reaction to the scene before me. My wife lay on her back, stretched out over the entire length of the seat, her hips elevated, resting directly on his lap. She wore a deeply cut tunic made entirely of transparent red lace. It came to just above her navel, displaying her flat, soft belly and freshly shaved genitals. Her firm, sculptured legs moved restlessly as she worked her toes into the velvet trim of the opposite door. Eyes closed, she rolled her head slowly from side to side as she ran her fingers through her silky, dark hair. Now and then, soft purring sounds caused her supple throat to tense slightly as she adjusted herself on his powerful hips. She appeared heavily drugged, completely immersed in a sea of pleasure. He stroked her body with expert hands. Moving down her swaying legs, he stopped, then returned his caresses up along her inner thighs. Avoiding her pussy, he continued along the creases of her groin, causing her to inhale sharply as he passed over soft, sensitive secrets, once shared with me alone. His fingers brushed her abdomen, playing, teasing, but never quite reaching the waiting slit between her legs. As he played with her, the lips of her pussy opened and stiffened, so engorged with blood that they rose above her elevated hips in obscene relief. Her clitoris jutted over them like a small penis, visibly throbbing in time to her racing pulse. Occasionally he would wet his finger with her juices, then gently trace the folds of her inner labia, causing her to stiffen and moan loudly. He carefully avoided her clit, allowing her hunger to build, saving her for what was to come. The car had begun to move, but the darkened windows made it impossible to tell where we were headed. As she enjoyed his caresses, he spoke to me while we sped through the night. "Tonight we hold a ceremony of great importance to me. We will travel to a sacred place where my family will gather. Your sweet wife will formally denounce and reject you, our version of divorce. She will then become my bride and property before you and my people. This ritual will completely sever her physical desire for you. She may stay with you if she wishes, but you will never satisfy her again. Her body will belong to me forever, to use as I see fit." Tears fell from the corners of my eyes as I watched her respond to his touch. Could he really do this? Was he just some madman leading another warped cult? Terror gripped me as I remembered his ability to enter our minds, and the impossible changes in David's and Chris' physical appearance as they ravished my wife over the past days. After a long drive, the car finally slowed to a stop. He continued to stroke my wife as she became increasingly aroused. I noticed that her left hand was busy in his lap, kneading and grasping his erection through his clothes. "This is where you get out," he announced. The door opened suddenly and with one giant hand, he shoved me out of the car. I landed hard in the dirt, stunned as I watched the shiny black limo pull away into the darkness. I was quickly wrestled to my feet by a small group of men dressed in red robes and the familiar Mardi Gras masks. I was dragged a short distance to the edge of a dense, dark woods, then along a trail that led to a large, open circle filled with people, all dressed in similar costumes. They watched as I was carried to a large stone circle in the center of the clearing. Embedded in the stone floor were two huge wooden beams, forming the shape of a large X, rising into the night sky. I struggled, terrified, as my feet were tied to heavy ropes, passing through pulleys at the top of each beam. I was then hoisted by my ankles, my legs spread as my feet were drawn to each end of the crossed beams. My hands were then tied to the bottom of each beam, stretching my arms to the limit. Hanging upside-down, I saw the crowd gather around me in anticipation. Lighted torches blazed at the perimeter the clearing, and hundreds of candles burned on the stone floor in front of me. The fear was paralyzing as I was suspended, naked and vulnerable, before this depraved audience. Chills covered my body as I heard a low chanting begin. The crowd parted in front of me, reciting ominous alien phrases. Through the dim light, I could make out the monster and my wife approaching me. He looked larger and more terrifying than I had ever seen him. His face was concealed by a horrific mask with huge horns and bulging eyes. He was naked, except for a small red thong that barely covered his egg- sized testicles and bursting erection. The moonlight and candles highlighted every muscle, as all eyes followed his impressive body. My wife was almost unrecognizable. Her eyes were wide with lust and excitement as she walked beside him, her small hand in his. She wore the same red lace tunic, but with several additions. Her hair was piled on top of her head, held in place by red ribbons and a long red bridal veil which fell over her radiant face. The twenty-foot red train that trailed behind her was held in place by a small red thong that opened in front to display her swollen vulva. The bright red of her "bridal gown" seemed to glow in the light of the hundreds of burning candles around her. Her distended genitals and nearly naked body, clothed in this hideous gown, added to the perverse atmosphere of the occasion. They stopped several feet in front of me. Removing her veil, he brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. Her soft moan sent a murmur through the crowd. He released her, turning her to face me. Her eyes were fixed on mine as he removed her train and thong with a swift tug. I looked up at her, amazed at the flow of juices from her gaping pussy. The torches lighted her from the back, revealing every curve of her body through the thin lace. Her large breasts and hard nipples strained against the lace, nearly bursting it with every deep breath. He stood back as she approached me on the rack. Reaching out, she gently pulled my penis and balls aside with her left hand. In her right hand was a small capsule which she slowly inserted into my ass. I felt a warmth spread through my gut as she watched me patiently. He moved behind her, licking her neck and ears as they watched me respond. Very soon I knew this was the same drug he used on her, so many times before. Within minutes I had the hardest erection of my life. It jerked and throbbed as droplets of pre-cum fell on my stomach and face. My hips moved involuntarily as I struggled to find relief. The crowd started to chant again as they watched me thrust my cock back and forth, more of my fluids falling to the stone floor. It was maddening! How did my wife stand the doses he gave her? He turned her to face him, then spoke. "You have reached a crossroads, a place to which you can never return. You will spill his seed one last time. Your beautiful body will never again give him pleasure. You will crave only my mouth, my body, my cock. You will live to be my slut and slave." Staring into his eyes, she took her oath. "I will never again give him pleasure. I crave only your mouth, your body, and your cock. I live to be your slut and slave." He handed her a small glass goblet. She accepted it and came close to me, inches away. In a slow, rhythmic, motion, she began to rub her dripping cunt against me. Her juices flowed down my chest as she pushed harder against me. As she began to moan, she took my cock in her right hand and began to pump. I came within seconds, shooting a heavy stream of cum into the goblet in her other hand. She quickly took both testicles into her mouth while she milked my spurting cock into the goblet. As she tongued my balls, I came a second time, adding another sticky load to the glass. When she saw my cum stop, she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and milked me for several minutes more, spitting every drop of my sperm into the goblet. "Do you reject him totally, completely, as long as you shall live?" As she looked into his eyes, a single tear ran down her cheek. Horrified, he ripped into her brain, ranting and screaming, killing all resistance. She winced slightly, then said the words. "I reject him totally and completely, as long as I shall live." "You may now show us proof of your oath. Will you give him pain while I give you pleasure?" "Yes." Placing the glass of sperm on a large raised stone nearby, she faced me again, taking one of my testicles in each hand. He moved close behind her, stroking her firm ass. She began to squeeze my balls, her fingertips finding the most sensitive spots almost immediately. The familiar agony returned - aching, burning, searing pain. He reached under her and took her hard clitoris between his fingers. She cried out, stabbing more violently at my balls as her orgasm approached. She sought and found the sensitive cords higher in my scrotum, pinching and milking the exposed nerves running along them. I was screaming now, the loud chanting of the crowd drowning out my shrieks of agony. As he rolled her clit, he inserted a finger into her ass, making her orgasm at once. She screamed and thrashed while he held her tightly, one finger in her ass, the others dancing over her throbbing, exposed cunt. She clung to my balls as she spasmed, pulling my body away from the heavy beams that held me, then smashing me back onto the hard supports. As I lost consciousness, I looked up to see her head turned back over her shoulder, kissing him as he continued to play with her sopping cunt. I was rudely revived when one of the robed men dowsed my limp body with a bucket of ice cold water. Apparently, I was not to miss any of the ceremony that followed. I looked up along my stretched, naked body, surprised to see my penis still hard and twitching. An occasional droplet of pre-cum fell from its tip to the cold stone platform beneath me. Thin trickles of blood ran from my burning scrotum, past my erection, mixing with the drying pre-cum on my stomach. I was afraid to imagine the damage she had inflicted to my testicles as she was racked with the violent orgasm. Two robed women approached the stage. Between them walked a slim young girl, trancelike in her movements. As they came closer, I recognized her as the blonde wife he had initiated in our home the previous night. She was thin, not quite skinny, except for her large jutting breasts topped with tiny hard nipples. Her ivory skin seemed to glow, reflecting the light from the full moon overhead. She was naked, except for a heavy leather collar with a large brass ring attached to the front. Her wrists and ankles were circled by similar leather bands with rings. A short length of scarlet rope bound her wrists to her collar, her raised arms still unable to conceal her large breasts. Another rope was tied between rings on her ankle bands, allowing her only small, careful steps as she approached. Her shaved pussy was unfolded, a button of a clitoris straining to emerge from its juicy hood. Her smooth inner thighs twitched as she walked, trying to find relief from the powerful drugs that fired her. Panting heavily, her tiny waist drew attention to her white, flat belly as it sucked in and out with each deep breath. Terror consumed her as she took in the scene before her, but the drugs forced her body to obey. He faced my wife again, hands stroking her sensitive neck. "Use this vessel to dispose of your husband's final seed. When it is gone, you will no longer desire pleasure in his presence. Your beautiful body will respond to me only, longing for me constantly, always obeying me." "I long for you constantly, always obeying," she repeated. Retrieving the goblet from the stone, she offered it to the shaking young blonde. Entering her mind, he commanded, "DRINK THE FINAL SEED OF HER LOST HUSBAND. BREAK THEIR TIE AS YOURS WAS SO EASILY SEVERED." Hands shaking, she took the goblet, raising it to her parted lips. Tilting the glass, she felt the warm, thick paste enter her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, choking as the sticky cum slid down her throat. Finally, she took the goblet from her lips as the last drops of my semen entered her belly. The monster turned to face his audience, announcing, "Bring him to me." Two large robed men dragged a third man to the stone circle. The leader removed the man's mask, revealing the face of the young blonde's husband. "You have tried to deceive me. You can not hide your betrayal of our family, just as you could not conceal the betrayal of your own wife. I will now take payment for your feeble deception." The man proclaimed his innocence and begged for mercy as he was stripped and tied, spread-eagled, to the massive stone at the circle's center. His drugged wife watched helplessly, tears streaming down her face. The monster turned to my wife, probing her mind, teaching her how to proceed. She looked into his angry eyes for a short time, then walked slowly to the stone alter. Kneeling between the struggling man's legs, she held out the small, sharp scalpel he had given her. The man screamed in terror as she began to work. Quickly and deliberately she opened his shrinking scrotum, slitting the small pouch down the middle. Pulling back the skin, she retrieved a gray testicle, painfully stretching its cord from his body. With a practiced nick, she severed the pulsing egg and placed it on his chest, allowing him to watch it die. She repeated the procedure on the remaining testicle, placing it alongside the first. His screams were hideous. I was terrified that I might be next. He appeared to weaken as the blood streamed from his crotch. His screams turned to quiet moans as he stared into space, delirious. As he quieted, my wife climbed onto his bleeding body, straddling his abdomen. She began to grind her leaking pussy into him with savage thrusts. Each time she drove her frantic pelvis into him, he moaned louder, the blood leaving his limp body more quickly as her muscular buttocks rotated against his lower abdomen. His body jerked as she orgasmed, thrashing and pounding him with her strong hips and ass. Recovering quickly, she stood beside him, holding one of his severed balls in each hand. The monster led the terrified blonde to where my wife stood, beside the stone platform. "This is the price of infidelity and deception." He nodded at my wife, anger still filling his eyes. As both husband and wife watched, she closed her long fingers around the firm organs, crushing them with a sudden squeeze. As the monster raised his arms and looked up into the night, the stone floor began to shake. The large altar began to crack and the stone circle around it vibrated and crumbled. The stone around the altar disintegrated, opening a shaft eight feet in diameter. The altar collapsed and fell into the deep well, carrying the blonde's screaming husband into a swirling vortex of steam and smoke. The crowd chanted loudly as a thick column of twisting fog exited the shaft and extended up into the night. "Come, my children," invited the giant, smiling. Chris and David scampered to him from out of the darkness, waiting eagerly by his side. "She is my gift to you. Do what you wish with her." Removing the ropes from young blonde's wrists and ankles, he released her pale shaking body to them. They pounced on her like wild animals. David held her shoulders, licking her face and breasts while Chris held her legs in the air as he stood between them. They pulled her violently in opposite directions, her terrified screams rising over the endless chanting. Chris worked his way to her wet, swollen cunt, placing the head of his immense cock at the entrance. With a quick shove, he filled her, enjoying her sudden moans of pleasure. David's tongue entered her mouth, exploring the depths of her body as it slowly snaked down her delicate throat. They danced around the forbidding pit as they held her body in the air between them. Chris repeatedly buried just over half of his enormous cock in her, pounding the giant head against her tight cervix with each thrust. Her small body was stretched and twisted, her mind reeling in the confusion of the pleasure and pain she received. Chris' thrusts became more violent, tearing the delicate tissues of her cervix and vagina. As he began to fill her with his sperm, his cock tore through her cervix, painfully penetrating her womb. She howled as the pain overcame all other sensations. His hot cum filled her as they leaped over the edge of the shaft and disappeared into the steaming vortex below. She belonged to them now, condemned to an eternity of pain and pleasure, taken to a place where they would share her with others even more experienced in the torture of her young body. Immediately the ground began to shake a second time. The pillar of dense fog was sucked back into the shaft as the stone floor began to reform. Within minutes, the stone had returned to its stark appearance, the ancient altar reappearing before my eyes. For the first time tonight, silence blanketed the clearing in the dark woods. The audience stood quietly, waiting for their leader to speak. He stood facing them, my wife by his side. Their perfect bodies stood like sculptures in the flickering candlelight. He broke the silence with his commanding voice. "I have come before you tonight to wed this succulent woman. You will be witnesses to our vows, our bond, and our lust for each other. To become part of our family is a rare and special privilege. We make our vows with respect and reverence to those most dear to us." He turned to face my wife, her dazed eyes fixed on his. Running his large hands over her shoulders and neck, he stroked her hair, beginning his vows. "I will satisfy you in every way. I will possess you and protect you. I will pleasure you as no other man can. I will take you places yet unimagined and return you more of a woman than any man can know." Trembling with excitement, she began. "I discard the flesh that was once my husband. He will never again know the warmth of my body or the pleasure I can give. I will satisfy you and you alone in every way. I will submit to you completely, body and mind. I will be your wife and slut, giving myself to others at your whim. I will follow you to places unimagined and return, sharing new heights of ecstasy unknown to all but you. He pulled her close to him, their mouths meeting, as she ran her hands over his neck and massive shoulders. She welcomed his skilled tongue deeply into her mouth as she pressed her breasts and cunt against his hard body. She could feel his stiff erection against her belly as she moved her hands over the familiar contours of his narrow, muscular ass. I watched, sickened, as their passionate embrace continued for several minutes. He broke the embrace, again addressing his audience. "We now invite you to share our first coupling as husband and wife. We offer this display as proof of our vows and as a gesture to you of our respect and belonging to our family." She raised her arms over her head to allow him to remove the red lace tunic. As he lifted it over her head, the crowd gasped at the sight of her firm, chiseled body. Excited by the crowd's response, she quickly peeled the elastic thong down his thick thighs, exposing his raging cock and huge balls. She dropped to her knees, sucking the hard, purple head into her mouth. She felt him grasp her by the hair, gently lifting her back to her feet. "It seems my new wife is impatient to begin!" he laughed. The audience returned his laughter, forgiving her mistake. He carried her to the altar, carefully laying her on the cold stone. She immediately opened her legs, inviting him to take her. He stood between her outstretched legs, watching her, waiting for the words. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Fuck me," she whispered. "They must hear you so they can share this," he coached. "Fuck me, please fuck me!" she cried. "Make me cum! Cum in me, my husband!" He lowered himself to her waiting body, slowly sliding the length of his cock into her. She responded with a satisfied, "Yessss, oh yesssss!" He slowly withdrew from her, his bobbing penis suspended above her writhing hips. Clasping it with both hands, she moved the purple head to her cunt and inserted it. Fingering his balls, she pulled him closer, filling herself a second time with the full length of his cock. He remained motionless, his organ buried deep within her as he smiled down at her. "Do you want my seed inside you, wife?" "Please, fill me with your seed, husband." He worked his hips in circles, keeping his penis deep inside her. My wife moaned openly as he massaged her clitoris with fevered gyrations. Her hands clutched his ass as she tilted her hips up to him, exposing her swollen genitals to his grinding motion. Lowering his face to her, their mouths met in a hungry kiss. He began to stroke her with his cock, continuing to rotate his hips. She moaned louder as his immense body covered her, his strong hands holding her beautiful face. Soon her body began to shake as she released a constant, loud moan. Her hips bucked wildly into his plunging cock, her fingers digging into his muscular buttocks. He kept his mouth over hers as she came, as if trying to ingest each of her muffled moans and cries. As she orgasmed, his body stiffened, then began to release a gush of semen into her. The hot stream of cum against her cervix sent her body into frenzied spasms, intensifying her continuing orgasm to a level she had not imagined. Cum leaked from her as her vagina overflowed, sending a small river of semen down the side of the altar. I was sickened by the view above them from where I was tied. His massive body covered her from neck to crotch. The only parts of my wife visible to me were her sweet face as her tongue wrestled with his in their passionate kiss, and her long, firm legs as they squirmed and flexed under him. Thick wads of cum ran from between her legs to the edge of the altar, then spilled over the side, forming an expanding puddle on the stone floor below. While she came, he pulled his mouth from hers, turning her face toward the audience to allow them to watch her joy as he sustained her orgasm. She gasped and moaned loudly now, feeding the crowd with her unrestrained passion. Applause rose from the murmuring crowd as they showed her their appreciation. Finally, their bodies stilled and relaxed. Panting, they rested, recovering from the marathon of lust. After a few minutes, he rose to his feet and faced the excited crowd. His long penis hung to mid thigh, wet with his cum and my wife's juices. "My wife and I thank you for witnessing our sacred event. You may now receive our gift to you for your attendance." A line formed at the foot of the altar as he led his followers, one by one, to a position between my wife's open legs. Kneeling, they lowered their mouths to her sopping cunt, drinking a small portion of their leader's precious seed. She watched, smiling, as every man and woman in the audience approached to taste her, to savor her new husband's gift to them. One by one, the members of the audience disappeared into the dark woods. When the clearing was deserted, he lifted her in his huge arms and approached me. He held his prize close to him, her tired head resting on his wide chest. His cum still dripped from her crotch, falling to the stone beneath them in thick globs. She nuzzled his chest, licking him now and then as he cradled her beautiful body. He watched me for a long time, showing me his victory, making sure I would remember her surrender to him. Turning, he carried her into the black night, leaving me tied and alone as thunder rumbled in the distance. A sudden breeze chilled my naked body as a light rain began to fall, washing the blood from my chest and belly. After what seemed like hours, I drifted off into a deep sleep. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----