Keywords: MMMMMM/F, M/F s&m. b&d, oral , anal, humil, nc, exhib, etc. Author: W R Jenkins Title: Turnabout, Turn Her Out Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Turnabout, Turn her out- (turn.txt) - Robert finally gets in touch with his feelings about Lucy's infidelities. He discovers he doesn't mind her being a gang-bang slut, but he resents her superior air. Bob sets about teaching her the error of her ways- as a submissive leather whore. MMMMMM/F, M/F s&m. b&d, oral , anal, humil, nc, exhib, etc. Turnabout, Turn Her Out At 32, Lucy still had the tight body of a woman 10 years younger. That made her all the more desirable as she melded that trim frame with the tricks she had learned in her 17 years of nearly continuous sexual activity. She was one sexy lady. Robert, or Bob, had no complaints. Lucy was more than enough woman for him. She was ready and willing anytime he felt the urge and sometimes demanding even when he didn't. He wasn't missing out on anything. It was probably a good thing that Lucy didn't expect him to give her all the sex she needed. If he had to fuck her every time she had been fucked in the five years of their marriage, his cock would have been worn down to a stub. And she made sure he knew she loved only him. She was smiling her grateful smile at him now as she lay on the pool table and the hulking biker was crawling over her with his denims around his knees. "Mauler", from what it said on his colors, was only the third to take her and she was just getting warmed up for the frenzied plateau of passion she would reach as the number passed the tens and ran into the twenties and thirties. It was like being a gifted, Bob told himself, Lucy could satisfy so many in so short of a time, it would be a crime not to loose that satisfaction into the world. Mauler lived up to his name in intensity, but not duration as he pumped his cock into Lucy less than two minutes before he groaned and crawled off her, another victim of her voracious pussy. The next guy was obviously proud of his cock. It was rather large- nine or ten inches- but Lucy pulled it inside herself like it was nothing and reduced his pride to just another cock in her hole in no time. She certainly could take it. It was always the same in these bars. When Lucy said she could take on every man in the place, they all laughed. They always thought they could fuck her into submission and make her beg for them to stop. They always challenged her to put up or shut up and she always put up- or out, however you count that. Sometimes there was money on the table, but tonight it was a beer. Lucy didn't care. She just wanted the tide of humanity to pass through her body. She didn't even revel in the humiliation of the men when they were sitting around spent and gasping and she was finally begging- only for the more they couldn't give her. That was the best part for Bob. He would walk out with the woman that no number of men could fuck under the table, so to speak. He even had a trick to enhance his own reputation. He would get in line and fuck her a few times so they all figured he was a part of the gang-bang. Only he would fake a couple of climaxes so he could fuck her again in front of a fucked-out crowd before he took her home. And she always made it look like he was the best fuck in the world when he did that. It was like saying: I've fucked you all and this guy can still make me hot. Lucy made sure he knew she loved only him. The guy with the big dick tried to hide the disappointment she wasn't impressed with his cock behind a proud bluster as he crawled off but Lucy was only interested in the next guy. There had only been a dozen or fifteen when Lucy challenged them, but the word must have gotten out because the bar was packed now. Bob counted 27 and could have missed a couple. Not that it was any concern. Just nine or ten guys in good shape would be more of a challenge. These drinking druggers were good for two shots apiece, tops. Mauler looked like he was done already. But Bob was sure they were impressed with the line that twisted around the bar and that they looked forward to fucking Lucy into a squealing, protesting mass in short order. The fifth guy was done and Lucy was just getting hot now. She pushed the last one to clear him quicker and reached out eagerly for the next cock. It took at least a half dozen for Lucy to hit her stride. Bob had found that out on their honeymoon as the greedy woman had made him fear that he wouldn't see his second day as her husband. After the first slow, romantic fuck, Lucy had wanted it again right away. It was their honeymoon, so she got it again pretty quick, but then Bob saw the pattern. She went down on him as soon as he pulled it out and went for three in a row. He knew he was on a wild bronc by then. Fortunately, he lasted long enough the third time to devise a plan that may have saved his life. He insisted on a '69' when she wanted to raise him a fourth time and he insisted on being on top. He let her try to suck him hard again as he tried to distract her by finger-fucking her hard, fast and continuously until his arm ached. That became the pattern for the night. For every time he fucked her (six in all) he made her cum five or six times on his fingers as he struggled to recover. That made it easier when Lucy revealed that she really got off on pulling trains, getting gang-banged, having as many men as she could get one after the other. It was a relief to his poor, raw cock and Bob had to admit that it would be the only way she could be kept happy, since he obviously couldn't keep up with her. The trip down memory lane lasted into Lucy's 15th man and Bob saw that she was in top form now. Her knees were up and moving as she encourged the man to give it to her harder and deeper. The dozen or so left were quieter now as a general hush had come over the bar and Lucy's moans and cries for more, harder, faster were taking over the scene. Bob didn't blame them. Lucy fucking a crowd was impressive to watch. There was a fascination watching her take them on, finish them and reach for the next like a machine. He knew she was no Superwoman and that the friction of all the cocks was taking its toll, but Lucy was in such a state that she didn't feel her cunt being rubbed raw. She would suffer tomorrow and walk like a cowgirl for a week, but even then she would do it with a grin on her face. And it didn't mean any rest for Bob. Sore, raw, in pain or not, she needed him to fuck her at least twice a day, every day. And she would be eager for more even if she yelped every time he thrust his cock into her. But as 16th took 15th's place, that fact was invisible to the men in the bar. Lucy looked lust-crazed and hungry. Even more than she had been when the leader lay her on the green felt and stuck the first cock of the gang-bang into her snatch. They were obviously concerned when one of the guys, second or third in line for Lucy, began yammering. "We gotta turn her over. Her cunt has to be stretched out by now. I don't want no sloppy cunt," he said. He was shouted down. The general concensus being that nobody got no ass until everybody got some ass. But the very fact that he felt the need to chirp up told Bob that they were worrying about Lucy outlasting them. "It's still tight anyway," the one fucking Lucy grunted as she was pulling on his butt to make him fuck her faster. And if he was hoping to scare Lucy by suggesting fucking her in the ass, he was way off the mark. She needed a little lubrication, but she knew how to get that. She could squeeze her anus tight enough to rub a man raw, inflicting more damage than she took until they got out the vaseline or K-Y or whatever. Then, with a little lubrication, she could take them all up her ass as easy as she could take them in her cunt. But there they did have to worry about looseness. By the eighth or ninth cock her ass would gape so huge that it wouldn't be very good for them. Bob had seen it all before in five years of repeating such scenes. This time they waited until all of them had taken her on the pool table and then pulled her off the ruined felt for seconds. The spot where her ass had been was one gooey, wet mess of leaked cum and vaginal fluids bigger than Lucy's butt and probably a half inch thick in places. They arranged her over a bar stool and it gave them access to both her ends. This time through, both men and women sat on the stool they had pulled up by her head and enjoyed Lucy's oral expertise. If that was another attempt to break her cool, it was as far off as the threat of fucking her ass. Lucy was completely, wholly a dedicated heterosexual, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to lick cunt or that she shied away from it. Her only requirement was having plenty of cock and she would do anything sexual when that requirement was met. At the other end, the men quickly learned the truth about Lucy's ass and began to fuck her cunt again. Bob was a little surprised that there were no attempts to three-hole her, but the bikers stayed in line and took her one at a time in the rear while it seemed anyone that had a mind to could shove his cock in her face for a blowjob or just some help getting it up for another turn. Bob didn't participate that night. His contribution was to drink the beer when all the men lay strewn about in exhaustion, looking like a grenade had gone off in their midst. And he packed off the grenade herself for a couple of quick ones before he let her slump into unconsciousness for the rest of the night. Bob was surprised that she didn't slip off the throne while she was pissing for all the Vagisil she had stuffed up her twat. He wondered aloud if he hadn't underestimated the bikers. She responded derisively to that and then fell strangely silent. It wasn't like her to hold back from boasting about her prowess. Later, he realized it wasn't the first clue, but it was the first clue that set him to thinking. It started as mere playful curiosity. What silly little thing had she done that made her cunt ache so bad? His guesses were something like overactive masturbation or an attempt to finally shove something just too big up her cunt. Whatever it was, she was sheepish about it and he wanted to find out so he could tease her. It turned out to be more than a teasing offense. It wasn't an obsession. Bob didn't drop everything to pursue an answer. He just kept his eyes open and watched her when he thought about it. He didn't find out anything. He was innocently stopping by the home improvement store where she worked when he did find out. He had miraculously cleared his desk and was waiting on some reports that weren't finished when he decided to visit his wife to see if she'd like a quicky on one of her breaks. It didn't happen often, but she always welcomed the oppportunity. Only that day, she didn't need his help. When he stepped around the rack of plywood in the warehouse, he saw Lucy sprawled over the 2X4's with her boss attacking her from the rear. He hesitated a moment, unsure if she was being raped. Her pants were barely below her buttocks and her boss was fucking her violently enough. But then he heard a noise and caution made him step back. It was a couple of more men dressed in the store's uniform and they were grinning and trading jibes. He was considering his chances against the three of them when Lucy moaned. "Damn it. Ain't my ass tight enough?" Lucy complained. "Fuck it like a man or let someone else have a turn!" It was a familiar refrain. Lucy liked to prod lovers into fucking her hard and deep by insulting them. But it made his heart sink to hear her say it like this. She maintained that she would never fuck anyone she worked with and had made him promise he wouldn't either. His crumbling emotions were met by his rising anger and his anger won the day. His 23-year-old secretary begged him to fuck her almost daily. She offered to crawl under his desk and suck his cock twice a day and he had held off because Lucy and he had a pact. He made himself watch her boss shoot off in her asshole and another one move over to shove his cock into the exposed butt. He wasn't going to let this drop because he went soft. He wanted to see so much he would be able to keep his resolve. He watched all three fuck his wife on the lumber and finally pulled himself away as she dropped to her knees and began sucking them as they gathered around her with their cocks in her face. He didn't know what all he would do, but he knew what the first thing would be. This time Jessica got a surprise. She came in with word that the reports wouldn't be done until the next day and once again offered to crawl under his desk and blow him. There wasn't anything to distract him from today, she said. "You know you're only teasing, so stop it," Bob said in a switch from his usual stubborn refusal. "Move your chair and find out," the challenge came back. He called her bluff, hoping it wasn't a bluff. He rolled his chair away and emphasized the gesture by undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. Jessica just stared in disbelief at the sudden shift and then a smile spread across her face. She scuttled backwards under his desk and then looked up at him, crooking her finger in invitation. At least the whole day wasn't going to be a disappointement. He made more room for her by pulling out the middle drawer and setting it on his blotter, but there was still little room for his knees under the desk with Jessica. But if she was cramped, Jessica made no complaint. He felt her hands pull down his zipper and fold back the fly of his pants. Her face pressed to the cotton of his briefs and he felt her open mouth caress his cock through the fabric. She was going to blow him. She was going to give him a fucking blow job! Bob leaned back and closed his eyes to concentrate on every nuance. She didn't spend much time at that. She didn't have to. His cock instantly stiffened as she dragged her open mouth over it through his underwear. Then she tugged on the waistband until he lifted his hips and let her drag them down out of the way. Her mouth repeated the same open carress on his naked dick and it took away all Bob's thoughts but that he was going to really receive the blowjob she had so often promised. He gave himself over to the feel of her mouth opening wide and descending over his hard cock almost without touching it. She delicately closed her mouth and then stopped the teasing to suck on his dick. From the way she sucked cock, she probably was a great lay too. She had sucked him hard and fast to gasping anticipation and then backed off suck half his cock deliberately when Mr. Tevis walked in. Bob saw Mr. Tevis look down at the floor and back up. Then he winked. Jessica had paused when she heard the door but now was back to work. She was holding the head of his cock in her mouth and circling her tongue around the glans as the boss talked with Bob. Tevis was smirking as he said, "Where the hell are my numbers?" "I've gotten my desk clear. I'll get them to you when they get to me," Bob said, finally realizing that Jessica must have her shoes sticking our from under his desk. "Then what the hell are you doing there?" Tevis asked and Jessica stopped again. "Cleaning out my drawer," Bob said to start her head to moving again. Tevis was obviously having a good time playing a game with Bob and his secretary. It was not unlikely that he was enjoying a little vicarious thrill knowing what was going on under the desk. But he just grinned and shook his finger at Bob as he left, saying, "Just get me the damn numbers as soon as you get them." When he left, Bob realized he had enjoyed the suspense as much as his boss. It had added an extra kick to the already thrilling experience of getting a blow job at his desk. Jessica didn't fool around any more. She didn't seem to have enjoyed the interruption like the men. She sucked him efficiently and with purpose and very soon had his butt off his chair to shoot a generous load into her welcoming mouth. She sucked him long enough to make sure she had pulled the last of his cum up his cock and then he felt her tugging his underwear back up his legs. He lifted one more time for her to put them in place and Jessica neatly restored his pants before she tapped on his knee to be let out of her confinement. Bob thought a second about keeping her under there as a joke, but then he pulled back to let her out. Why punish her for such a nice blow job? He had mellowed to grim determination by the time he got home. There was no point in confronting Lucy. He knew what he had seen and there was no way to talk him out of it. He avoided the scene and cut straight to the aftermath. Of course, he had to fuck her so she wouldn't be suspicious. She had met him at the door like a good wife and immediately put her hand in his pants when they kissed like the Lucy he knew. Bob set his briefcase down and gave her the slightest push on the shoulder and she dropped to her knees like a good wife should. After she'd sucked him hard, he'd bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her hello. Now she was dancing around the house wearing a sweater and bottomless as she got supper ready. She didn't have a clue her secret was out. And Bob's was still a secret. He'd made some calls after Jessica's blow job and with a few leading inquiries had found he might be able to mix a little business with his plans to teach Lucy a lesson. Clients are always impressed with a little special treatment. And if a man uses his wife to give that treatment... well, that lets a guy know just how important they think he is. The only thing he'd cleared with Tevis was fucking Jessica, but the old man knew the plan and had given him as much of an okay as he could without going on record. Catering to that kind of kink wasn't really the kind of PR any company wanted. Lucy was tingling with uncertainty as they arrived at the party. Bob would only hint that she was in for a surprise and wouldn't give her any details. But from his manner she was certain it had something to do with sex. Somehow she found that hard to understand since this was a business/party, but she had learned to trust her intuition. And her intuition said something sexy was going to happen. Knowing how stiff and formal most of these business types were, she just hoped it wouldn't be a big boring failure. If Lucy had known a few more of the particulars, she wouldn't have been afraid of being bored. For starters, she was the only wife in attendance. There were other women, but they were call girls hired for the evening. And she was going to be the evening's entertainment. If she had known all the particulars, she would have been just afraid. Bob was changing his role as facilitator of her lusts. No longer the stooge of her wishes, he was sending her out on a bold new stage- whether she liked it or not. There was just time enough for crab puffs and champagne before Alfred Gringer tapped on his glass to get attention. "Welcome, Welcome all, This is indeed an exciting night," Gringer addressed the guests. "I know you all want to get right to the festivities, so I want to introduce our guest of honor. Bring Lucy up here if you will." Lucy gave Bob a surprised smile as two men strode over and each took an arm. She was excited by the possibilities and went happily but she noticed that the men were holding her very tightly. They kept their grips on her arms as she stood in the middle of the slightly raised stage and accepted the applause. Gringer smiled back at her and then turned to continue. "I know I've always had fantasies about the Hellfire Club, and I hope you are all looking forward, as I am, to our re-creation here tonight," Gringer said. Lucy had only the mistiest idea of what the Hellfire Club was except the men in it were big wheels and there was a big scandal about their sex practices. But that was unimportant now as Lucy could feel the curtain behind her raise. The men held her face forward and she could only survey the faces of the audience for clues. She saw an evil happiness in their eyes and the tingle in her belly increased in intensity. There was something special behind her, that was sure. She was getting wet between the legs when Gringer himself walked up to her. "Lucy seems eager," he noted, standing sideways to address both Lucy and the guests. Or that was her perception. He reached into the decolletage of her gown and Lucy's giggle was cut short as he ripped it down. He brushed the tatters from her shoulders and Lucy was standing in her underwear in front of the crowd. It wasn't the exposure itself, Lucy was far more jaded than that, but she saw no reason to tear her gown. And the violence of his act changed the excited anticipation quickly into hesitant apprehension. She wasn't sure they wanted her to enjoy herself. She thought she was being presented as some sort of trophy when Gringer stripped her of her bra and the men held her arms in the air. But then they walked her backwards until her back hit some sort of wall. She didn't see the "X" frame until much later when her image was put up on the large screen over the room. She only felt her wrists being fastened in cuffs. Then she had to scramble forward in little steps as the frame pushed her to the edge of the stage. She hung for a moment when her heels were pushed over the edge and then the men pulled her legs apart and locked her ankles into other cuffs. If that wasn't enough to ruin her mood, she had another moment of terror as the frame disoriented her when it swung down into a horizontal position. "What do you want?" Lucy broke her startled silence. "I'm easy. I'd fuck the lot of you if you'd ask!" "Don't you worry about that, we'll take care of it," came a derisive voice from the crowd followed by general laughter. She didn't like being taunted, but her likes didn't seem to carry much weight with the guests. It was almost as if they were trying to put her in a bad mood to keep her from enjoying what they might do. "She's hardly a virgin, but this is hardly Victorian England," Gringer was saying, "So let the hellish rites begin!" Her plight was being televised on screens around the room now and Lucy saw the hooded men approaching in the screen at the rear of the room. She wasn't frightened. She was angry. She couldn't believe Bob would think she'd like this surprise. "Cunt. Tits. Ass. Blow Job," the men were chanting in a burlesque of a Gregorian chant, climbing slightly on the first three words and then dropping to a very deep tone on 'blow job'. She thought it was stupid and silly, but she was a minority of one. The rest seemed to be amused as the men surrounded her. The leader stepped between her legs and produced the athame, or ritual dagger, which was, in keeping with the burlesque, a letter opener with a tacky naked woman as a handle. It was sharp enough to make Lucy catch her breath as he pressed into the valley of her sex through her underwear. The point poked her clitoris sharply as he stroked her cunt with it. Then he stabbed it at her, making her jump. He had only pierced her underwear at the level of the entrance to her cunt and he pulled the point up, parting her underwear. He rocked her on the frame as he tugged to break the elastic at the waist and then he peeled her panties back to expose her crotch. She looked more naked than naked in her hose and garters with her panties opened in that way. He stepped back and ordered, "Prepare the sacrifice." "Sacrifice yourself! You silly bunch of..." Lucy managed to spit out before someone stuffed a rag in her mouth. It was hastily and crudely taped in place, but that was the last hasty thing the anonymous robed men did. Lucy was reduced to watching as they went through a lot of foolishness with glass cruets before they poured oil on her body and massaged it into her skin. If she hadn't been so angry, Lucy might have enjoyed the oil being spread on her breasts and rubbed over the rest of her body. But the thing that stood out in the anointing was the amount of oil one of them was pouring, sluicing, pressing into her cunt. Lucy felt like they could turn her into a lamp- and then tried to forget that thought in fear they would. The disturbing part of filling her cunt with oil was that the man made only the most perfunctory pass over her anus with the lubrication. She didn't know what that meant, but it didn't look good. She still had a long time to wait. The preparation was just getting started. That wasn't ruining anyone else's fun, however. Lucy saw more and more guests drop from sight and heard the sounds of fucking as the hooded men continued to work on her. She was at an orgy and she hadn't even been fucked- yet. The ritual may have been corny, but the men were diabolical. She felt her earrings removed and replaced and her eyes shot to the screen between her feet to see what they were doing. They had given her the longest earrings she had ever seen, a simple chain ending in feathers. Then she saw and felt simultaneously that the feathers concealed clamps as her breasts were pushed up and her nipples clamped. It was in her best interest to keep her head still. Even then there was a light strain on her earlobes and nipples from the taut chain. She lifted her head to relieve the pressure, but quickly realized she wouldn't be able to keep her head up for very long. It didn't make that much difference. In any position the clamps were cruel and painful and her nipples shot pain through her body from the bite of their metal teeth. "Behold! the Virgin and the Goat!" someone called out. Anything to take her mind off her aching nipples, Lucy thought. Maybe getting fucked would be the start of good things. She watched some costumed goomer from the rear on the screen as he approached the image of her body. If she had looked at the costumed man from the front as he approached, she might have realized why he was a special hire. She did shift her gaze to the half-assed goat costume when the room grew silent. By then she could no longer see what had awed the crowd. She was in the middle of a private tirade about the amateurish proceedings when she felt it. She suddenly understood the oil. The man was trying to fist-fuck her by pushing his fist inside her already clenched. But then several things came to her attention at once. Both his hands were on her thighs. And from what she could see on the screen, he was still standing a foot away from her. No way! Cocks didn't come that big! She'd seen hundreds- thousands- and they just didn't get that big. But he heaved something against her oiled cunt and she went into labor in reverse. It wasn't really as big as a baby's head, but she wasn't dialated either. The crowd was chanting: go! go! go! go! like it was some obscene sporting event and Lucy was thrown into a vortex of confusion. She certainly was being damaged in some fundamental way by the intrusion into her cunt and she was beset by niggling pains as she tossed her head. Her breasts bounced as she pulled on her nipples and the chains threatened to pull the hooks right through her earlobes. The assault didn't let up. She was screaming into the rag in her mouth as she was sure she felt her cunt tear as it was forced open around the man's cock. Because it was a cock. It wasn't really the size of a fist, but the head was as big as a doorknob. He had strained her vulva's elasticity in pushing the head through, but Lucy's real challenge came as he had filled her cunt totally with four inches of cock to spare. Lucy didn't know what to feel. The cock was giving her sensations like none she had experienced before, but fear had her heart beating like it would pound out of her chest. The tumult of stimulation threatened to drown out any good she could gain from the huge cock stuffing her guts. He started to fuck her without forcing the rest of his cock into her and Lucy's hands clenched air as she failed to find some anchor to hold. The feeling that his thrusts threatened her very life did make it easy for her to freeze her head and no longer torture her own tits. But it was only the storm before the deluge. Her vagina had stretched to emergency depth to accomodate his cock, but he still was battering her cervix each time he filled her fuller than she thought she could contain. Then the pounding on the thickening at the end of her sheath beacame nothing as his muscles bunched and turned the dull pain into a bright burst of searing agony as he burst through the door and opened her cervix on the way deep into her womb. This was not sex. It was pregnancy, Lucy's mind flashed into the unreasoning mush his cock had made of her brain. Oh god! Please don't pull back! Please don't do that again! She prayed in terror as he thrust a couple of times to feel her uterus clasp his cockhead. But he did. And again her entire body was wracked by the paroxsym of pain as he pulled back and again thrust through her cervix. The roars of the crowd were loudest when she bucked with the pain and he played to them by torturing her with the painful entrance several more times. Then he pulled back until she thought she could feel the wind whistle through the cavern that once was her cunt and gave her the whole horrid rod in one mind-blowing thrust. She was too weak to react anymore as he pressed tight against her and lunged to rub her womb with his glans. His hips became urgent in his pounding in and in and in and in and Lucy knew the final indignity was about to come. His sperm would be delivered special delivery inside her womb- no swimming required. The cold fear that even the eggs in her ovaries would be fertilized came over her even as she felt his cock swell and something hot so deep inside her. Some one did yell: Hello! into her cunt when he pulled away. Lucy wouldn't have been surprised to hear an echo. She had been gutted and survived, but she had a feeling that her ordeal was not yet over. They had just started. Bob had sold the idea with Lucy's preference for gang-bangs. The others had created the Hellfire scene for their own amusement- as an appetizer. And it had whetted the appetites. They looked like ants attacking a sugar cube on the monitors. Men came from all angles and pressed their cocks on Lucy. They stood rubbing their cocks on her oily skin all around. Normally, she would have responded eagerly to this display of ready sex, but tonight it was an unwelcome taunt of the way it was compared to the way Lucy would wish it. Where was Bob? She had desperately sought him as she was strapped to the frame, but she hadn't been able to locate him in the crowd. Now she wondered if he had been subjected to a similiar bondage so they could mistreat her. At the moment, Bob was basking in orgasmic glow and watching the men surround his straying wife. He had missed the 'goat' as Gringer had instructed two of the 'companions' to distract him while that was going on. He wasn't sure Bob's anger was enough to see his wife submitted to the huge foot-long cock he had hired to initiate her. Bob had been seated as they had stripped and put Lucy on the "X". His head had been cradled between a pair of huge boobs and the second lady was teasing his cock with her tongue. They had traded off, letting him fuck the huge tits and taking turns mounting his cock as they sat on his lap as the mock ceremony began. They smoothly dragged him onto the floor just before the goat made his appearance. They kept him on his back for the entire scene, alternately riding his cock and then climbing off to give him a double blow job. When they feared he might finish too soon, one stroked his cock beneath the other's mounted cunt and squeezed him just below the glans when the other felt his cock begin to swell with iminent ejaculation. It was a luxuious frustration and Bob had no complaint to the way they used him. They topped him off with the novelty of fucking the huge tits while the other girl bent her face into the cleavage and sucked his cock as it thrust up between the warm globes. It felt like having his cock, balls and all deep inside a woman as he came with the added bonus of a mouth inside sucking him unmercifully dry. He was only in condition to appreciate the treatment of his wife in a giddy haze. Lucy, on the other hand, was growing more despondent over the way she was about to be used. It was a sin against the concept of gang-bangs to her mind. The first man was a sin against her asshole as he took her in her only still-servicable hole. He was blessedly normal in size, but it was clear his intention was to hurt her as much as he could. After being ravaged by the monster cock, it was like a mosquito bite, but that wasn't for lack of trying. His cum was a horrid reminder of the flood in her womb, but he was soon gone and another gave Lucy something else to think about. It was no longer possible to shock her with a brutal entrance but he was as abrupt as could be. He rammed his cock deep in one thrust and got right to fucking. It was like old times. Lucy tried to lose her attitude and fall into the sameness in self-defense. And then, as she became successful, the chains linking her ears and nipples tugged as she tossed her head. Then her jerks in reaction were brought up short by her restraints and Lucy was returned to the fullness of her situation. It was one thing to be the centerpiece at her own party and quite another to be a party favor at someone else's. Now she understood the 'luxury' of the freedom to move while men paraded through her bowels and the difference between fucking and being fucked. Bob's hazy appreciation picked up as the second man humped Lucy's ass like the needle in a sewing machine and gave way to the third. As far as he knew, he could have as well been watching the 22nd give way to the 23rd. Big tits had left and Bob was watching the action on the main screen as he sat on the floor leaning back on his hands. The other girl still lay across his legs, idily stroking his limp cock. Bob hoped this was only the beginning because it didn't seem to him that she had been punished much. And maybe it would be nice if she knew why he had done this to her as she endured the night. But there was time for that. His own prospects for getting laid again drained all the hurry from his observations. The woman over his legs became the woman between his legs after a while. As he watched another man hump his wife's asshole she lifted his cock and sent her tongue exploring under his foreskin. She was teasing the head out of hiding. Perhaps he was more evil than he knew. His cockhead had peeped out and his cock was beginning to stiffen at the bidding of her skilled tongue, but then it shot erect. And the stimulation, he feared, was Lucy's pain. They must have reached her ass's eight or nine cock limit and there was a complaint of her being, "about as tight as that door over there". "Put your cock in the door and see if this helps," Gringer was saying and he stepped up to Lucy with a switch in his hand. He struck the undersides of her breasts with the rod and Lucy reacted as if he had touched her with a naked live wire. He struck again and they could hear her muffled scream through the rag in her mouth. "That's good," said the man in her asshole, "do that some more." It was not good. It was painful and terrifying to Lucy. The shock of the first blow to her tender tits was almost more than the pain. The second was nothing but sharp agony. And the motion the whipping put into her breasts resurrected the pain in her nipples. The clamp of the sharp metal teeth had numbed a little as she lay still, but now the jerk as her tits flew up and settled back from the force of the switch made them bite anew into her abused nipples. It had certainly tightened her ass, however. The hole had slammed tight around the invading prick with the first blow and was trying to close right through it as Gringer whipped her tits. And Bob's cock was throbbing as he watched the blows land and Lucy struggle in her restraints. He didn't waste much time contemplating his sadism. He looked down at the woman between his legs and thought of burying his reborn cock. Lucy felt like they had turned back some timer and the rape was beginning again. She was being forced to adjust to the train of cocks as if the line had only begun. Accepting that burden early on, with her lust and endurance fresh was one thing, but being battered and opened again was quite another. But then it was not like she had ever been in control. She had always thought lesser women feared the repeated entries, the smorgasbord sex because their spirits were overwhelmed by the thought. Now she felt less superior as she was overwhelmed in fact by her own forced submission and the bald fact that she would endure whatever they wished without being asked to consent. Somehow it made it worse that she was probably the one woman in the room that would fuck them all willingly. And they were ruining that even for her by taking away her choice. The beautiful irony is that it was that frustration which made her plight so pleasing to Bob. He was busy fucking the woman like a dog on the floor and not thinking about it at the present, but in the overall view, Lucy was in her predicament because she had not allowed Bob to consent to her gang-banging any group of men she met. The voracious lust was hers. The group scene was hers. The rules were hers. And, evidentally, she felt the right to break the rules was hers too. Bob had always accepted all those things until he learned about the last one. She had lied to deny him a pleasure that she felt justified in having herself under the cover of her deception. He had lied to her to give her a pleasure in an unpleasant form. Lucy was being moved. Her ankles had been released from their cuffs and the frame was moving. It dumped her onto the floor and rose out of the way. She could kneel, bent slightly at the waist, with her arms still held apart pulled in front of her. The men in the robes again appeared. One of them added a third chain to the two connecting her ears and nipples. It was too short to reach between her nipples and pulled them inwards toward each other. Then they forced her farther forward until she hung from her wrists with her knees only as a balance point. Lucy knew how vulnerable she was and didn't bother to look up. The screens showed her open offer of her unprotected rear in salacious detail. Lucy knew she was in for the second round. Bob had lasted through the suspense until then. He had prolonged his plunging into the willing cunt in front of him as the line of men had cum and gone through Lucy's ass. He fell prey to the sight of his wife prostrated and available. For him the butt in front of him became Lucy's unprotected rear on the screen and he began to jam into her like he would jam his deceitful wife. She grunted once and then tilted her hips to make his way straighter as Bob went uncontrolled and lustful into her. Bob came almost without meaning to as the first one stepped up to Lucy. Lucy noticed something different like an aura of change as the member rooted around to find the opening of her cunt. She dared to lift her head for a glimpse. She had to blink to identify the unnatural sight on the screen. She understood in stages. It was a man with breasts. It was a woman with a penis. It was a woman wearing a strap-on- an excessive strap-on that was fumbling the rubber dick into her cunt. Her cervix was indescribably tender as the oversized dildo nudged the back of her sheath. The fake dick was big, but not as big as the monster that that reamed her the first time. It still set off the aches left by that massive organ. Then, as she had resigned herself in despair, the dildo pulled out. A man was sliding beneath her and she felt her knees being spread to lower her to him. She was nearly to the floor when she met the hard stalk. That was a relief. The average-sized cock barely touched the pain inside her. But she was in a fool's paradise. She was held down tight on the prick in her belly and felt the foreign intrusion of the dildo pressing against her anus. She might be able to take it, Lucy thought in panicked fear. She should be loose enough after all the men. But the reality was not as pleasant. Her rectum did indeed stretch to allow the rubber phallus inside, but being possible did not make the act easy. Lucy was on the heart-pounding edge of panic as she tried to remember to breathe. Certainly they had found her limit. But the cock pushed again and the filled-to-bursting feel was worse. "That tighten her up?" came a female voice. "Yeah, she's tight now." came from the man beneath her. "Let's see how she fucks." Ready or not, here we come! There was no ready for Lucy. It was totally their wills. She didn't even try to understand or conquer the double penetration that hung her over the edge of distress. She had the new pain in her breasts to distract her. Her head was down, so the chains to her ears were no longer a bother, but the new chain made her breasts tug against the clamps on her nipples every time her breasts swung with their thrusts. How much could she ignore? She would beg, but no one wanted her pleas. She would give in, but no one wanted her surrender. They just wanted to use her. And there was no way she could make it stop. When that one slid away from her, the woman changed position so that she was sitting above Lucy's ass and the dildo was forced straight down. Then a second man came up behind both female asses and pushed his cock into Lucy's down angled cunt. It all was uncomfortable. They were probing in unaccustomed corners and it felt wrong. They were threatening to knock her off her knees into a painful shock of hanging from her wrists. She had to actually push back into their abusive use of her to keep her balance. This was way too much sweat and worry to be good sex. That didn't even take into account the pain. And Lucy realized that if that was making any difference to them, it was only because it turned them on. The jabs in her nipples and the general ache of her breasts melded with the pain in her ass and cunt as the rough treatment went on. She was just a pile of misery spread open naked and abused. When the woman finally pulled the oversized rubber cock out of her ass Lucy feared it was only to find a better abuse to heap on her. She was right. As they had before, her captors wanted to restore the grip of her ass with pain. Here tits were already aflame with the last whipping and the pull of the nipple clamps. They were tucked out of the way in any case. But her ass was presented as she had to push it up to keep it over her knees to balance. She thought it might be worth the shock to her shoulders when the first lash cut across her ass. It HURT! This wasn't a play spanking. Whoever was wielding the whip wanted to hurt her. And they did- about five times that left her screaming in panic and gasping in pain. That could be considered her break. It took about 10 seconds after the last stroke fell for a cock to be rammed in her asshole. "Yeah, this is good," she heard someone say as she tried unsuccessfully to squeeze her anus tight enough to keep him out. "The hot little bitch is still helping," he enthused to her shame. She didn't want to help anyone. She only wanted to be let loose. The cock in her ass was nasty. Her position was nasty. Everyone in the room was nasty and she wanted to go home. Bob saw the resignation in her and it made his cock quiver in the mouth that was sucking him. They had wiped Lucy's slate clean and she had become no more than a collection of orifices for them to fuck. He could have called her a cunt, but it was better- and his cock jerked again to prove it- to have the group demonstrate. Lucy was exhausted almost unconscious when they were finally through with her. She expressed her confusion in disjointed, mumbled words as Bob drove them home. When he put her to bed, he remembered that the girl hadn't gotten him off the last time in her mouth. But he couldn't bring himself to climb on Lucy and fuck her in her condition. Instead, he knelt by her head and jerked off. For all the years of their marriage that would have been a criminal waste of potential. Bob stroked his cock more determinedly with the sense he had vanquished his cheating wife. The sight of Lucy abused still filled his mind as he felt the stirring in his balls. The pain and despair still etched on his face made him quiver a couple of extra times as he speckled her face and hair with the pearly drops of his cum. She was still asleep and late for work when he left. He left a note explaining that he called in for her since she didn't look like she was in any shape to go in to work. He didn't give her any other details. There was still a big surprise for her, but Bob was going to spring that on her when he got home. Let her have bad dreams about last night for a while, he thought. For himself, it was the start of another fine day. He had decided to have a long talk with Jessica. He didn't want to fall into the pattern of fucking her every day. He wanted her to know that it was going to be like the old days most of the time. But he did want to fuck her today. Miraculously, his numbers came in first thing. Getting his work done gave him a lot of options in dealing with Jessica. He even got Tevis to agree to giving her half a day off. He had to explain why, but Tevis seemed to enjoy his plan and was glad Bob wasn't trying to compensate his secretary for sex with company time. He had his talk with Jessica and the first thing she said, "Does that mean I get to take my clothes off today?" He would definitely have to watch her. He got the feeling she was auditioning for a bigger role in his life. He wasn't exactly ready to become a cheater because he caught his wife once. Even today was only to get him in the mood to deliver his news to Lucy (Yeah-right!) "You like it okay on a desk, or do you want to find a couch?" he asked. "Why you romantic silver-tongued devil," she teased, "Making sure I'm comfortable- how thoughtful." "I'd prefer the desk, if you don't mind, it's been a fantasy of mine for a long time," Bob told her. That was true. He had fantasized every secretary he'd ever known and a couple of his bosses stretched over a desk and waiting for him to fuck them. Jessica obviously had ideas of her own. "You mean looking into your eyes as you ravage me, or bent over like a side of beef?" she asked. Bob was flexible. "Why not both?" "So, do we just strip down and do it now?" she asked. "Of course not, Miss Dregger," he became formal. "Have that ready for me in time for lunch." Bob did get a lot of work done. He used it to keep the thoughts of Jessica spread out over his desk out of his mind. Knowing it was coming made it both easier and harder to distract himself. So by the time Jessica came primping into his office he was ready to quit struggling and concentrate on her. The lead-in time was a good idea. She had been using it to plan her attack. "I've got those things you wanted to see," she said cutely as she perched on the desk in fromt on him. She had one leg crossed over the other and she pulled up her skirt an inch at a time to reveal them for him. The first thing he noticed were her thigh-high stay-ups. He was sure she was usually a panty-hose girl. She must have prepared for him. He was excited to find out what else she might have done. She didn't pull the skirt up enough for him to see panties. Either she wasn't wearing them, or they were very tiny. Then her hands went up to undo the buttons of her blouse one by one. Her breasts were on the level of his eyes as she sat on his desk. She played to that as she uncovered a lacy, thin bra and adjusted her tits in the cups. Her hands went from shaping her breasts to undoing the front closure. The cups gripped her breasts until she slowly peeled them out of the way. Her nipples should have been the stars of 'Pretty in Pink'. Bob could also see the slightly darker top hats of her nipples themselves cast in a film called 'Hello, Sailor'. The nipples were alert and her breasts quivered a little as a shiver of pleasure went through her. Bob took that as an invitation to lean forward and attach his mouth to one. While he was at it, he slid his hand up her thigh. She was wearing panties. They were very, very small and held together by the merest string around the sides. Bob had some clothes to shed. He pulled off his shirt as he stood up and then opened his pants and let them drop. That was enough until he got the skirt off Jessica. As he grabbed it, he changed his mind. He pushed his hands to the top and grabbed the strings on her panties instead. She had to uncross her legs and lift up for him to pull them down her legs. He got a nice view of her hairy slit as she lifted it up to him. It looked hungry. He turned her to face him and stood between her legs as he pulled down his shorts. He reached up and squeezed her breasts for a bit and then knelt down and pulled her ass to the front edge of the desk He could already smell her excitement musty between her legs. He leaned forward and his tongue found she was beginning to dew. He licked her wet and then stood up between her legs. "I'm putting something in your in-box, Jessica. Take care of it won't you," he quipped. "I'll do my normal good job if you help me through it," she replied. She opened to him like the slowness of a woman roused from her nap. Once his cock had entered her halfway, she gave a throaty growl and he slipped quickly in the rest of the way. After fucking Lucy, it was like fucking a child. Her legs wrapped around him and she stroked the back of his thighs with her hose. "Ohhhhhh, make me cum! Fuck your slut secretary on your desk and make her scream," she urged while yanking her heels against his legs. He dropped his hands to her hips and held her as he pushed his cock in and out of her cunt. He could feel her adjust to him as he got warmed up. Her cunt became a custom-fit glove, a warm, snug glove. Her heels kept pulling at him. Either she was a very good actress or she was living out one of her own fantasies. Her butt squirmed on the desktop and her hips sought his thrusts. "Fuck me you dick-driving son-of-a-bitch! Make me put out for you!" she was growling to encourage him, "Screw your helpless secretary. Make her give it to you on your desk!" Her eyes were flashing with intensity as she stared into his face with a slightly lifted defiant chin and a lower lip that quivered with the passion of their coupling. If she really liked made to serve games, he thought, then she was really going to get off when he pulled her off the desk and turned her on her face over it. But he didn't have to do that for Jessica. Suddenly she reached out for him and pulled him to her as her hips worked harder. She moaned in his ear as she clung to him. He recognized the shiver and pounded into her faster as she came. "Oh god yes! Don't stop! Please- fuck me! Fuck me good! C'mon! yeah! Oh yeah! Ohhh my Gawwwwwd!" she groaned and sighed as he fucked her through the spastic commotion of her climax. She was responsive as hell. Bob had to yank his cock out of her quick as he could after she calmed down so he wouldn't follow her over the edge. "What's the matter?" she asked with all the concern she could muster in her dreamy haze. "My secretary is a slut and she's going to have to put something personal into her job to make up for that," Bob said as his cock bobbed humorously between them. "Huh?" she was confused, since her dirty secretary fantasy had worked itself through already. Bob lifted her off the desk and held her in the air a moment until she realized she had to put her feet on the floor. Then he turned her and pushed her down over the desk. Her skirt had fallen into place again and he lifted it up. He blouse was open, but it covered her back. Until Bob lifted her skirt, she was disheveled but dressed. Uncovering her ass and the hairy, wet mouth below was part of the key for him. He threw her skirt up out of the way and let his cock twitch at the sight of her sprawled across the desk's surface with her naked butt facing him and available. There was no mystery to the conquering male scenario. It was very little different from her fantasy wish for his control to extend to her sexuality. She wanted to be forced to enjoy and he wanted to enjoy by force. There wasn't much force involved in putting his cock back in her well-fucked pussy, but he still felt like the exploiter. He ran his hands over the smooth roundness of her ass for a few thrusts and then leaned forward to grab her shoulders. She arched up on her elbows as he pulled her shoulders back and brought her head up, but her belly stayed pressed to his desk. He used his grip to pull her back as his cock jammed deep into her cunt from behind. "Oh no! What are you doing? Not like this! Not here! Please- I feel so cheap and easy," she protested right into the spirit of his fantasy. "How about useless and worthless," he snarled back as his thrusts became distinct and he held his cock jammed deep in her for a beat before he pulled back to jam into her again, "This is the only thing you're good for- shut up!" When the deliberate jabs into her cunt had restored his equilibrium, he rolled into a more fluid thrusting. A little afternoon break fantasy style was a lot better than the fantasy alone. He let go of her shoulders and let the desk trap her in place for his thrusts. His hands slid under her to cup her breasts and he turned up his speed several notches. The squish, squish of her cunt was the melody to the harmony of their grunts and pants. Jessica was still glowing with her own fantasy realized and was playing her part in Bob's with the unconcerned frivolity of her afterglow. Bob was getting serious. He had tits in his hands and a pink expanse of rump trapped between his cock and his desk. He was knocking off some secretary pussy- some tight and gushing secretary pussy- right on his desk. He fucked harder, trying to bring her along. His hands closed on her tits as he could hold back no longer. She wasn't near ready, but Bob couldn't help that. It got warmer in her cunt as the cum pumped out of his balls. His cock made plunger sounds as he fucked her with shivers running down his back. He was pumping his cum out of her tight cunt as he fucked on through the thigh-trembling over-stimulation of his hyper-sensitive post-orgasmic cock. He felt hyphenated by the sensations that washed over him. "Now suck it clean, bitch," he gasped as he stepped back and collapsed into his chair. He had been just reading script from his fantasy, but Jessica stood up and stretched and then was on her knees between his legs. He was going to explain as her mouth closed over his cock, but he took the breath and let it out. He let her suck it for half a minute or so before he explained it. Jessica thought the half day off was so they could further explore each other. She was disappointed, but not crushed, when he told her otherwise. He was going to do some busy work and think about how he would reveal Lucy's new role to her. Lucy was pissed at him to be sure. She showed it in her usual calm before the storm manner. She said nothing to him, loudly. He let her scowl build to almost bursting and then into invective. Then he played innocent. "What's the matter with you?" he asked. "Don't play innocent with me," she began her tirade. "Last night was the most horrible night of my life. And it's your fault." She would expect a denial at this point and then some excuse. I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't see a thing. She wasn't prepared for: shut the fuck up. "That's only because I haven't been handling you right," he told her. "We're changing our ways. I am going to be much better for you now. We'll make sure you work with only the best talent." He was making things up off the top of his head. His tone was carrying the real meassage. That and the idea of change. He wasn't going to give away shit about tonight. She was mostly pissed at him for not being more apologetic. The night had been rough, but she had survived rough trade before. She didn't like the feeling that he had abandoned her to their perversions. She didn't particularly care for being tied up either, and she certainly didn't like Bob not being there to keep things from getting out of hand. His concern about her desire in that area became apparent as he jerked open her robe and ripped it down her arms. He spun his naked wife around and pulled her wrists together with the sash. "What the fuck are you doing? I certainly don't want to play after last night!" she sneered. She was in a silly position to be making demands, Bob thought. She was also way too loud for his plans. He pulled a stubby penis- shaped dildo out of his pocket. It was fixed into a broader leather base about four inches wide with straps to hold in on her face. "And you are too loud about it," he scolded as he forced the three inch penis into her mouth and pulled the straps tight behind her head. "I don't want you bitching constantly to our guests." She tried to say: guests?, but it garbled out Gahhhaagg? The nasty rubber thing filled her mouth and made it impossible for her tongue to move enough to form words. She could make good, loud sounds, but she couldn't talk. That was important for tonight. His leather bitch hot slut whore wife was about to find the joys of free-lancing after the contract job of last night. She was about to meet her fate in a more intimate setting. She would begin to realize what was ahead of her. Bob draped her robe over her shoulders. It gaped in the middle,showing the inside curve of her breasts and the inverted teardrop of her pussy fur. He debated arranging her on the bed in the play room, but decided she would want to greet their guests in person. Wanted to was strong. Had to was weak. Endured protesting is probably the best way to describe her agitation when Ernie, her boss, made his appearance. Sam and Joe came together not much later. She tried to warn them with her eyes, but they weren't paying her face that much attention. They were discussing dark desires she never had that Bob was telling them she was dying to fufill. Hence meeting them bound and gagged. They were going to put her through her paces and then shave her pussy bald. And she'd be thinking of the cock gag as their cocks all night long. Sorry about not giving blow-jobs. She could see how they would be fooled by Bob's smooth explanation and she had figured out why he had picked them. He must have found our about her long fuck lunches at work. Dammit, it was only natural for her to give it up to every man she saw. It wasn't like him to fuck that man-eating secretary or that sales bitch with the legs up to her neck, that was why he was supposed to be faithful. It was much more his nature than hers. When they took her in the guest bedroom and laid her over the pillow-covered step from her step aerobics- wherever Bob found that- more of the equation was revealed. Bob was going to encourge the guys to act out kinks that would make her blush every time she ran into them at work. And they wouldn't be shy about bragging either. As far as the PR went, Bob really was making her into a new woman. And she knew reputation couldn't be overturned by mere fact. It didn't help to understand. She had a grudging admiration for Bob's inventiveness, but that didn't protect her from the calloused hand that slapped down on her ass. She squealed around the gag about the time another hand landed on her other cheek. They were trading off and hitting her hard. Her ass was getting hot. "Now be careful a minute," she heard Ernie say. She felt a cock slide up and down the lips of her pussy and then find the way in. As soon as it was settled, the blows rained down again. The cock poked her into motion and the spanking kept her jumping. She knew what it looked like to the men. They would think she was tossing her red-streaked butt around in the air because she craved the treament. She knew her pussy was reacting to the spanking and Ernie would be thinking how hot she was this way. But she couldn't help it. The hands really stung now as the initial blows had deadened some of the surface twinges and left only the deeper, sharper pain to bedevil her tender ass. "Let me have her now," Ernie ordered Sam and Joe and jammed his cock deeper in her cunt. Her dancing butt and twitching cunt had been too much for Ernie. And for all she knew, a spanked ass was his ultimate turn-on. He fucked her hard and fast without his normal build-up. He grabbed her hipbones to slam into her tender butt at the end and she was protesting the pain and the penetration in garbled cries around the cock in her mouth as he flooded her with cum. "Well, shit, a good spanking makes her cunt as tight as her ass," Ernie was crowing as he climbed off her. That was great. Now he'd want to spank her and fuck her pussy every day. Bob was ruining her work days. She didn't think Sam and Joe would be any easier to control after tonight. Now Bob had something else planned. It could only be worse still. "I don't see why we can't climb on her and do her and then play," Joe, she thought, was protesting. Reason, or the promise of more evil rewards must have won out because Lucy felt herself being manhandled into a new position. They were all grinning and naked as they lay her on her bound hands and pulled her legs over her head. She thought for a moment they were going to split her like a wishbone, but then her ankles were secured with her legs so far apart and pulled back so far that her ass was lifted clear of the bed and opened like the entrance to Disneyland. Oh good, Lucy resigned herself, here comes the butt rape. Bob seemed ready for the honors as he knelt on the bed but it wasn't his dick that was being pushed into her asshole. It felt like a candle until it was switched on. Then it was diarrhea in a tube as it vibrated within her with a wrongness that made her think of bowel distress. It was almost merciful for Joe to loom over her and stick his cock in her cunt. It gave her something else to center on and a distraction from the buzz in her butt. She could pretend it was normal fun and games and almost convince herself. Her asshole had been afraid of the vibrator at first, but as Joe fucked her, it went into normal mode and the buzzing cylinder was slowly pushed out of her ass. When it plopped to the bed, she heard a chilling uhh-ohh from Bob. "Not so much fun any more, is it Joe?" Bob asked. "I did like that buzzy thing hummin' away in there," Joe admitted. Lucy knew she was in for more humiliation and pain for her natural reaction. "Then let me in there and I'll fix it," Bob said. Joe moved away and Bob pushed the dildo into her ass again. Then he turned it on and pressed it the rest of the way into her ass. He followed the buzzing tresspasser with a solid blob of something she later found out was modeling clay. She felt like he'd let a snake loose in her intestines. And now Joe was slapping that snake around with his cock. His thrusting was most significant for the way it made the vibrator dance in her ass. And Lucy could only squirm in her helpless position as they did whatever they wanted. Joe left her still uneasy and filled with cum and let Sam take his place. Sam played rough enough to let the vibrator sink into the background of the distresses coming from her crotch. Being overwhelmed by her helplessness made the bad dream of the night before become an unseen player in her distress as Sam slammed into her hard and incessantly. Again her own kinky desires were reduced to a lucky circumstance as she could handle the abuse without enjoying it. When Sam had dumped another hello load in her cunt, Bob and the boys released her ankles and got her up to squat on uncertain legs on top of the bed. Bob prospected her asshole with a finger and reminded her that the vibrator was still loose in her colon. He seemed to be chipping at the plug that kept it from coming out. Bob had succeeded in pulling the middle out of the clay. The plug was now two smaller pieces up her ass still impeding the vibrator. But now Lucy could get them out. "Stop being so selfish," Bob scolded Lucy, "Let your buddies have their choice of holes." Lucy had no idea what he was talking about. Her wild suppositions only made the truth worse when Bob explained it. ""Come on," Bob shook her in her squat, "Shit it out. Open up that ass. I think they want to fuck you in it." Lucy didn't think being naked in a roomful of guys was humiliating. She wasn't humiliated as they did all sorts of sexual things to her. This was humiliating. She was a world-class fuck, not a world-class shit taker and she had not only performance anxeity that her ass would work at all, but also the anxeity that she would somehow do it wrong. "If you can't do it, I'll have to get my hand in there and pull it out myself," Bob prodded her. Her getting fist-fucked in the ass was pretty much the last thing Lucy wanted her fellow workers to watch. She had only endured it once before in a gang-bang. She had managed, even made it look easy although it wasn't, but she had taken more than a dozen cocks in her ass before the guy tried it. That had been a matter of pride. She had no pride to protect tonight. It was horrible to feel the chunks of clay drop out of her ass and even more horrible to see the lusty fascination of the men as she shit on command for them. The vibrator was a study in defeat. She felt the end stretch her anus and urged it out with contractions of her bowels, but it was too long to get out in one push. It hung out of her asshole with the vibrating head sending unwelcome surges of sensation through her ass. Lucy tried to ignore the chills running up her ass and through her spine, but as she tried to push again, her asshole overrode her intentions and sucked the vibrator back in. "You see that?" Sam asked gleeful. "Can't get enough, can she?" Joe added. The buzzing was like torture now. It was still the seductive stimulation it always had been, but it had taken on a new meaning as Lucy had to fight the squirming pleasure it gave her to squeeze the dildo out of her ass. By the time it plopped out of her ass, Lucy no longer cared that she had shit on the bed along with ridding herself of the vibrator. She was sweating and cold at the same time. "Should I rub her nose in it?" Bob asked and Lucy wished she was dead. The fear he invoked seemed to be the point of his question. There was no answer and she was quickly put over the pillow-covered step again. It was obvious what was coming now. At least Lucy knew she could handle that and she would be left facing away to take it while thinking her own thoughts. Of course it wasn't that simple. This was Bob's moment of direct revenge and nothing was going to be easy, nothing was going to escape corruption. "Now wait a minute," Bob said as she felt the warmth of one of them kneeling behind her, "She learned a trick last night that I think she'd like to show you." There was nothing from the last night that Lucy wanted to show anyone. She didn't like the idea in any sense, but was wondering fearfully what Bob was going to do now. Of course he would want to re-create the worst moments she had suffered. In actuality, the dildo he was twisting slowly into her cunt was much smaller than the one the woman had shoved in her ass, but it recalled the horrifying scene to Lucy's memory. Bob tied it around her thighs some way and Lucy found that the dildo slid farther inside her when her legs were spread wider. It was no great surprise when she felt the cock push into her asshole. She was almost sloppy loose from all her asshole had been put through. It glided in, but it still stuffed her with fullness. She felt a shiver as it slid to the hilt and then realized the vibrator in her cunt was for their pleasure and not hers. "Yes sir, you guys will like this," he said and Lucy realized it was Bob who had pushed his cock into her ass. "The living vibrator with realistic gut-lined anal entrance for your enjoyment. Feels even better than the real thing!" Bob jammed his cock into her hard a few times as if he was testing her burst strength or something and then pulled out. "Real rockin' rump ride!" Bob spieled like a carnival barker as he gave way to an eager Ernie. Experience worked against Lucy as Ernie pushed his cock into her ass. There was too little distraction in the well-used hole opening to let in his cock. She had way too much concentration left to worry about job relations with her boss as he was reaming her asshole. Before, it was the good side of not being one of the boys that let them all have a little fun. It was her female twist on grab-ass. The equality of her situation was going down the drain like Ernie's cock was going up her rectum. Now she would be "the whore", Bob's little gift to the crew. They would feel the right to fuck her because her husband said so rather then because she gave permission. It did seem the buzz on the other side of the thin membrane underneath his cock made Ernie cum quicker. But that only let Sam ram his cock in her ass that much sooner. Even 'slam-bam' Sam let out a happy hum as he put his cock in her ass. It might of tickled him, but it didn't change his driving attack on her asshole. He buffeted her as she lay helpless with no way of steadying her bouncing body. Joe held her butt, but that was only to let him ram harder into her. Maybe he liked the buzz too, but it seemed to Lucy that he was more enamored with having her helpless and in his control. Fucking her like he wanted to was rough, but it was also relatively brief. She waited for Bob to complete the group, but instead she felt them slap something creamy on her butt. She was confused as they rubbed it all over. Then she felt the light, even pressure and she knew what Bob was doing. He was shaving her butt. There wasn't really anything to shave, but he was leading up to pulling open her cheeks and shaving her asshole. He wanted her to wait for it as he took him time with the unnecessary shaving of her cheeks. She knew his real fun would come as he rolled her over and shaved her pubis bald. She had always resisted because she thought it would make her look like a slut. An odd turn of mind given her taste for pulling trains. But then she was buzzing inside and out as Bob used clippers to trim her pubic hair close. He did remove the vibrator for the ticklish job of shaving her. He again started high and wide at her pelvic bones and shaved unecessary areas until he hit the light line that ran from her navel to what had been her bush. They were gathered around like it was overtime in the Super Bowl and she was the only t.v. in town. She had always assumed that men's fascination with shaved pubes was rooted in pedophilia, but she saw there was more to this ritual than making her resemble a child. It was like exploring for them. They were taming the wilderness of her crotch amd clearing the land for farms. There was a defininte thrill of discovery in their eyes as they laid her bare inch at a time. Then Bob crawled up the bed between her legs. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but I'd really like to be the first to try this out," Bob said, "Besides, I don't know if any of you could do her much good right now." He got over her and grinned down an evil grin. He just wanted to re-inforce how much he was enjoying what was really going on. He teased her with her inability to speak by putting words in her mouth. "Yeah, baby, I know how hot you are," he said to her glowering face, "I'm gonna fuck you real good to break in your new sexy look. You don't have to thank me- I'm going to enjoy this too." She guessed he had to do something more to piss her off because there wasn't much pain or humiliation in the way he was fucking her. It was the nicest thing he had done to her so far. Then she wasn't so much pissed as saddened by the look on Bob's face as he fucked her. The only sparks of joy that crossed his face came when he glanced down and saw his cock sliding between the child-like smoothness of her shaved pussy lips. The rest of the time he was dead-pan, just jamming his cock in her like it was a job. Only it was a job he didn't finish. When she knew Bob should be ramming hard into her, gathering speed to cum, he slowed down. After a long series of these starts and no finishes, Bob pulled his cock out of Lucy amd looked at the boys. "Anybody that still wants some can have it," Bob announced. "You know how Lucy never gets enough. But right now I have something else to do." What additional evil could he plot? Lucy was much more disturbed by Bob's possible plans than Sam's energetic exercise driving his cock into her furiously as he always did. Sam fucking her was almost routine in the aftermath of what they had done to her. Lucy didn't know where he kept her. Bob came back after all the boys had another round fucking her newly shaved cunt. They were all fucked out then. Bob thanked them for her and they left. "I thought about a lot more fun you could have had, but it seemed unnecessary," Bob told Lucy as she lay spread-legged on her bound and numb arms. "I don't know whether the guys would have liked wearing a strap-on anyway. And having them finger-fuck you- even all three at once didn't seem up to your usual standard somehow." Bob dragged Lucy to a sitting position against the head of the bed and she felt the first pin-prickles of blood returning to the lifeless limbs. She had no idea what hr might do to her. He took the gag out of her aching mouth. Lucy had not realized how much effect the gag had had. She had been distracted by her other end and the mistreatment Bob had directed her co-workers to heap upon it. And even now the stiffness of her jaw and cramp in her tongue was nothing compared to the fire of circulation pouring back into her prickling arms. "I decided there was a better way for us to share this experience," Bob went on. "I wanted you to have all the feelings I had when I found out you've been fucking Ernie and Sam and Joe every day." "No Bob!" Lucy said in little more than a cracked whisper, "You don't understand." Really it was Lucy that didn't understand. She had no idea what Bob was thinking. She didn't know what to respond to first. It seemed obvious that everything, tonight, the night before, was some kind of revenge and she wanted to plead her excuse and ask clemancy. She wanted to beg for a second chance. She also wanted to know what he was planning and beg him to abandon it. And she most desperately wanted to explain everything so Bob would understand and not hate her. "Of course I don't understand," Bob countered. "I never could. I had to trust your explanation, but now I find out you're a liar and I don't know how I can understand unless I learn for myself." "I couldn't help myself," Lucy squeaked. "The guys were always making cracks and teasing me. I just... I just couldn't help myself." Bob smiled. It was not a nice smile. Whatever she said was going to be turned against her. Her excuse became his excuse. "I know, honey," he said with false tenderness, "And that's exactly how it was for me. I couldn't help myself. Mystery guest, could you come in and sign in, please?" Lucy didn't recognize Jessica when she walked in the room naked. She had no reference for what Bob's secretary looked like in the flesh. Or it might have been the mask that covered Jessica's eyes. Lucy did recognize Jessica's intent and realized why Bob had not cum in her during the abuse she had suffered. Lucy wasn't so confused anymore. She knew she wanted to make Bob stop. "Please honey, don't do this," Lucy begged. "I won't ever say a word about what you've done. I'll take it as my due, but please don't do anything more. I won't be able to stand it." Bob felt a little twinge. Lucy sounded so sincere and pained. Then he remembered Sam replacing Joe replacing Ernie as she shattered his trust at her work. It hardened his heart. Besides, what had he done so far that she didn't like? Taken control from her- maybe the whipping at the Hellfire charade- but it wasn't like he had been extreme- at least not to Lucy's tastes. She had a lesson to learn and she wouldn't learn it by doing what she liked. "Mystery guest, how would you like it?" Bob asked Jessica. "Hard and deep and with everything you've got," Jessica said. Lucy recoiled from Jessica's words like she was slapped. Bob decided that women were better at this meanness than he was. And Jessica had not misunderstood his question. She crawled onto the bed on all fours until her face was about a foot from Lucy's. That was the way she wanted it, but she hadn't wanted to waste her words telling him. She wanted to twist the dagger in Lucy instead. Jessica tore the mask away as Bob pushed his cock into her. She wanted Lucy to see her eyes narrow as Bob made her cunt open for his thrust. Jessica wanted Lucy to see how big his cock felt inside her as he filled her up the first time. Lucy wasn't looking at Bob. He certainly was in the picture fucking Jessica right in front of her, but her eyes were locked in a horrified gaze at the expressions of pleasure on Jessica's face. He was happy. Jessica was providing the knife-cut that he was not able to inflict on Lucy. At last, he felt, Lucy was getting the message. She was getting the message stabbed through her heart like his cock was stabbing through the lips of Jessica's cunt and deep into her heat. Bob let that message sink in as he fucked Jessica until she moaned and gasped each time he slapped hard on her ass and drove his cock into her hot cunt. He fucked Jessica slow and hard until she was begging for him to fuck her faster. Lucy was twisting in torment. She felt like a gang of demons were torturing her in concert as the burn in her pussy and ass added to the dagger-like ache in her arms and the despair of watching this woman's lust as her husband fucked her in front of her. No torment conquered the other. Lucy felt them all as synchronized parts of a horrible whole. "Ohhhhhh! That's right! Right there!" Jessica was screaming as Bob picked up the pace of his thrusts. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Jessica's superior stare finally left Lucy's face in her passion. Jessica no longer cared if she was getting fucked in front of the wife. Her orgasm was taking over and all she wanted was to cum. Lucy was freed of Jessica's gaze to further hurt herself by looking at the surging breasts and shaking buttocks of this woman as Bob pounded on her rear. He was really giving it to her and she liked it. There was no acting in the way the woman was staring off into space with a grimace as she hovered on the edge of a climax. Bob was fucking her and he was fucking her good. Bob hadn't quite decided what to do, but his balls decided for him. Bob had a notion of cumming in Lucy's face to prove how Jessica excited him, but he waited too long. When Jessica trembled and her cunt grabbed his cock, Bob's indecision was overridden by his cock. It felt too good in the fluttering grip of Jessica's cunt to hold back. He slammed hard into her and shot off inside her. It was a lucky accident. Lucy would have hated his contempt if he had cum in her face, but it bothered her deeper to see his face as he shot off into the other woman. That was the face only she should see. And even if Jessica didn't actually see it, it felt just as bad to Lucy. That was only the start. Bob knew what was coming next. He knew what that would do to Lucy without much insight. "So, honey, you with your butt on my cock, you like it in the ass?" Bob asked Jessica. There was a question. Bob hadn't discussed anything beyond his revenge with Jessica. In fact, Jessica was unaware of what had been done to Lucy before she arrived. Bob had asked her to fuck him in front of Lucy because she had been unfaithful. He hadn't mentioned anal. "Now don't say yes just because you're a great girl," Bob warned her. "I mean do you like it?" His words had the opposite effect on Jessica. It was like Bob had said: you have to be a great girl in front of my wife. She had to agree. Her asshole puckered at the thought. She had tried it- almost tried it, but it hurt so much she pulled away. But she had to now. She just had to. "I think I'd like it," Jessica hedged, "But I've never done it. Won't you show me how to do it? But be gentle?" Well, she had asked for it. It suited Bob to fuck her in the ass, but he understood what she was really saying. She had asked for it. He knew Lucy would be upset and it was part of his plan. She asked for it. Bob decided to take her words at face value- all of them. Anyway, it would be even better to prolong the procedure, Bob reasoned. The longer it took to get his dick in Jessica's ass, the longer Lucy would have to watch and be humiliated. That was for later. Now Bob had a part for Lucy to play. It was the good part. "I'm going to fuck her in the ass," Bob told Lucy as he stood in front of her. "But you see my dick isn't hard enough. You're going to suck it until I'm hard enough to fuck her in the ass. So be quick and it will be over sooner." Bob didn't let Jessica help. He gently pushed her hand away when she tried to stroke his thigh or play with his balls. He didn't want to get hard too soon. He pushed his cock against Lucy's face and made her open her mouth. She was going to do it all herself. Bob was going to try and make it take as long as he could. That was as big a success as Bob had all night. Lucy was trying to suck his cock good. The problem was she was trying. Working hard at it wasn't the same as wanting it. Bob's cock felt the lack of inspiration and greeted it with a indifference of its own. Lucy herself was torn. She didn't really want Bob to get hard and fuck this woman in front of her. She also felt embarrassed that he wasn't responding to her mouth's efforts. No matter what happened, Lucy knew she would look bad in front of this other woman. That was without realizing Jessica was the secretary she had noticed once at Bob's office. That would have made it much worse for Lucy. It might not be getting his dick hard, but Bob was enjoying Lucy's efforts. Her mouth felt great on his cock and her predicament amused him. He had enjoyed being Mr. Gang-bang provocateur for Lucy's benefit, but he found that being Mr. Boss-man was even better. And that was for his benefit. "You keep sucking. I guess you'll have some effect sometime," Bob belittled Lucy's efforts and then beckoned Jessica. "You might as well come over here so we can get started while she tries to excite me." Lucy leaned back against the headboard. Jessica knelt beside her facing the other way with her ass stuck out. Bob ran his finger up and down the crack of Jessica's ass to tease her. Bob decided Jessica might be telling the truth about her lack of experience. There was a certain dynamic tension to her asshole that argued no foreign object had been welcomed there before. That gave him something to do while he was reviving in Lucy's mouth. He was going to do his best to make Jessica look like she enjoyed getting fucked in the ass and he knew that was going to take a lot of preparation with a virgin asshole. Of course the idea made his cock thicken in Lucy's mouth. It was ironic to Bob that he would begin to respond just when he decided he wasn't in a hurry. However, it achieved one of his aims without his knowing. Lucy felt his growth and was forced to swallow- figuratively and literally- Bob's excitement at the idea of fucking this other woman. Jessica wasn't quite sure which emotion made her jump each time Bob's finger came in contact with her anus. She was resigned to Bob using her asshole and pretending to like it for Lucy's benefit- or was it detriment. Her doubt was whether it was fear of taking a cock in her ass that made her jump or anticipation that it could be good. It was a stange, naughty feeling to have Bob touch her asshole. There was always hope that it could be good done right. Bless him, Bob didn't care if it was good for Jessica. He was certain there was something ulterior in her wish to fuck him. While that served his purpose, he would fuck her, but he didn't feel much tenderness toward her- except perhaps in relation to his feelings for Lucy. He did seem to be touching off a bunch of feelings in her when he touched her anus, however. In a perfect world she would really drive Lucy nuts by loving the hell out of getting fucked in the ass. Bob went for the perfect world scenario as he spread lube on Jessica's anal bud. He smeared it around in little circles as Jessica wiggled at his touch. "I've heard that those muscles loosen up easier when you're excited. Why don't you touch yourself while I get you ready," Bob suggested. His cock got a notch harder as Jessica reached under to frig herself. He began a gentle swaying to move his cock in Lucy's mouth. Everybody should be involved. Then he pressed his finger against Jessica's asshole to see how hard it was to enter her there. The initial fraction of an inch went well, but then Bob had to push. The snake-like shiver Jessica made as his finger eased deeper into her ass made him think even that was going well. As he reached the second knuckle, all the sounds Jessica was making had a lot of M's in them. "That feels so good up my ass!" Jessica announced for Lucy's benefit. That was true enough, but Jessica was grabbing her opportunity while she still felt that way. There was a vaguely rude feeling that she was sure fed the excitement of having a finger in her ass, but she was pretty sure the rude could overpower the excitement if she had to handle much more than a finger in that tight opening. Bob made sure the rude went away before he tried to get another finger in Jessica's ass. He wanted to help relax her, but he didn't mind a certain amount of protest from Jessica. He wanted Lucy to realize how tight Jessica's ass was. He wanted her to see how bad Jessica wanted him to fuck her and know how good it felt for Bob to have his cock in such a tight little ass. There was a sufficient amount of grunting as Bob put the second finger into her ass with the first. Lube, more lube, no fingers, one finger and then two fingers again worked Jessica into a loosened state. To Jessica it felt like she was opened enough she could take a fist up her ass. It felt like her asshole was open as big as a grapefruit. She couldn't believe how big Bob's cock had grown when he put it to her asshole and it was still too big. "Oh God! His cock is so huge!" Jessica hissed into Lucy's face to cover up her shocked reaction. Then she closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could to stifle any more reactions to Bob's entry. It wasn't pain like the other time. She still felt something dangerous was going to happen as Bob's cock pushed her asshole open wider and there were twinges- like her asshole was being poked with a stick- as his cock slid into her. Then it was in and Jessica felt she could open her eyes and smile at Lucy. "I've never done this, you know," she bragged, "I'm glad my first time is with your husband's big cock." "Well, enjoy it while you can, because he won't have a dick for long after he unties my hands," Lucy snapped back. Bob eased a little deeper in Jessica's too tight asshole and grinned. "You see, I'm expendable," Bob joked. "I guess I shouldn't have arranged for a bunch of replacements to keep her well-fucked earlier tonight. Now she's going to get it every day and doesn't need me." Lucy's fierce stare snapped from Jessica to Bob. Her eyes met a steely, even gaze. She dropped her eyes. She couldn't be fierce with him. Bob was too much inside her, inside her desires and her secrets for her to threaten. He had his cock up some chippie's ass. How many cocks had he watched go in hers? And while he had set the table for her life to become a constant irritation with the guys at work, the very fact that he would was one of the things that bound them together. Second-best would be unimaginably worse than Bob. Lucy knew she'd have to take it because losing Bob would be worse than anything he'd done. "Oh my God! I can't take that much!" Jessica interrupted the looks that passed from husband to wife. "There can't be any more room in there!" "Oh nonsense," Bob chuckled and eased another couple of inches into Jessica's rear. He started to fuck her with the two-thirds he had managed to cram past her tight sphincter. He rocked gently for the most part, pulling out so only the head was in her ass and easing back in occasionally to make her gasp. "Well, Gee!" Jessica gasped, "This feels so strange. It feels like you're fucking me, but I can't feel you fucking me." "Don't worry," Bob told her, "I promise you'll feel me fucking you before I'm done." It didn't sound like an empty promise, but it didn't sound like a warning either. Jessica meant it didn't feel like a cock in her pussy and she was sure he couldn't make it feel that way. She didn't know Bob hadn't put his whole cock in her yet or that he was waiting for her sphincter to relax before he got to the real business. It felt less like Bob was fucking her pussy when her anus adjusted, but more like he was fucking her. There were definite sensations running through her like current and they weren't like the sensations in her pussy when it was getting fucked. "Oh God! He's so deep in my ass now!" Jessica managed to get out just before Bob was really deep in her ass. "AwwWWWWPPPPP! Oh God! Oh yes! Do it!" she gurgled as Bob pushed the rest of the way into her ass. It was like the ripples on the lake of her mind had gone flat. As Jessica felt Bob press against her buttocks, she knew how much she had been willfully misleading herself. She should have known he hadn't gone as deep as he could, she told herself in hindsight. She should have missed the feel of his balls slapping against her pussy. Bob only cared that the oven of her bowels was open for his thrusts. Jessica had opened up for him better than some women that should know better. There weren't even any twinges spasming her sphincter as he screwed his way all the way up her ass. It obviously wasn't bad for her. She was a natural. Bob fucked her ass with long strokes and deep. He was going to give Jessica a work-out so Lucy could have a full dose of torment watching. Jessica was eager to add to that torment. Her head was rocking up when he thrust into her and dropping down as he pulled back. As her eyes came up to meet Lucy's each time she had a moan or a grunt or something to say. "So good! I'm jealous! You're lucky! So deep! So good! Wonderful! So big!" scattered with pleasure moans as Jessica made sure Lucy paid attention. Bob knew Jessica was only irritating Lucy with her white bread assumptions The key here was Lucy's powerlessness to act or react to his choices. And he was getting bored taking it easy with Jessica. He gave Jessica the warning of pressing hard against her ass and rotating. Lucy needed to see the new Bob game. Then he pulled back a bit and fucked Jessica's ass. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" It started a scream and became a constant howl as Bob slammed his cock up Jessica's ass. It wasn't no! or stop! and it was obvious Jessica had enough breath to say either if she wanted. Bob figured she was burning in a pleasant hell and did everything he could to turn up the flames by fucking her ass even harder. Lucy saw the omen before her. Bob had been sly and decisive, but now he was all out brutal. More than her treatment, more than his domineering retorts when she demanded an apology, the way he was spearing his cock up this woman's ass told Lucy that Bob was changed. There was no shred of apology in the way he was slamming into this woman's rear. His limit was her body physically stopping him from driving his cock deeper into her ass. Lucy recognized the look of shock on Jessica's face, but she knew Bob didn't care in the least. Bob came wonderfully. He was on top of it all. His cum felt like it was coating both Jessica and Lucy as he anointed his secretary's bowels. Jessica knew what it meant to fuck him now. Lucy knew what it meant to fuck with him. "Gee Bob, I think I better be getting home," Jessica said once everything had quieted. Bob smiled. That was good. Jessica wasn't admitting defeat, in fact, she was approving their new roles. He knew she wanted to soothe her tender asshole, but she wasn't letting on. When he came back from seeing her out, he looked at his helpless wife. He thought she understood now. He was ready to test his belief. "You have one chance when I untie your hands," he told Lucy. "You can try and fight me. If you do, I'll beat you up and I'll throw you out." He reached back to untie her hands. "If you're going to take what I give you and like it, then you can suck my dick," he said. "But be warned. I might start my own Hellfire club and offer you as entertainment nightly. Maybe even worse. You accept it all or you accept nothing." "My hands don't work," Lucy whined, "I can't make any choice." "Then tell me want you want, slut toy," Bob smirked, "Are you going to agree to my rule, without arguing?" Lucy had long before realized the truth. She had taken control because Bob hadn't. She had stepped forward to make her desires law when Bob didn't know how to deal with her strange tastes. Now it seemed he had found an opinion of his own. Her rules were only wishes. There was no way to enforce them if it meant she would have to leave Bob. Even in the cruelty of the past few days he had been far above second-best. It wasn't a decision, but maybe it could be a deal. "You know I can't help arguing," Lucy set him up to deliver the proposal, "Can't we agree that bad girls get punished for being bad?" Bob united her hands. Lucy looked up and he put his dick to her lips. She sucked it in. "You're right," Bob said as she mouthed his limp cock, "It won't be as much fun if I don't have some reason to drag you through hell. We're going to need some new rules. My rules. I'll put Jessica on it in the morning." She had no more reason to be upset another woman would help set her punishments than she had to be ashamed hundreds of men had fucked her pussy. It had been her turn since they had married. Now it was going to be Bob's turn. Lucy sucked harder, hoping to urge one more erection from her new master's cock. ###