Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. By Xbanero 2009 xbanero@yahoo.com tags: SciFi, latex, FF/m, strapon (sorry for the horrible style, maybe I'll fix it lately, but for now, I am not able to read it again :-) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------- 6.The worst party I have ever experienced. Umm, I never told this to anyone before, actually we all promised not to talk about it. Ever. I just thought it would help me to get it out of my mind if I write this down. So that's what I am doing now. Flushing my brain. Getting rid of it. Spilling it out. It was Clarks 30th birthday. We all wanted to cheer him up a little, cus he was single again. Johnny had this crazy idea that our wives could play a little scene for him. We all knew about Clarks little "secrets", and Johnny told us he knew a guy that owns a little fetish store where we could borrow some stuff for the purpose. I was very surprised I had no problem to talk Denise into this. Actually she was happy she could do something to help. She really liked Clark, same like Christine and Sammie. Our wives were big friends too, they actually all worked in town's largest fitness center as trainers. And each one once won the fitness beauty contest, which I am proud of. Christine and Denise were the same age, friends from high school, Sammie was three years younger, so sometimes she had to manage the 2+1 situations. But they hang together all the time... and sometimes with Clark. He was the ladies man, always chatting with them, laughing to their jokes, almost like a gay. But he definitely was not. And he was still in love with his ex. It was very hard for him, she moved outside the U.S. even without saying goodbye... So we met Johnnys friend and picked some stuff by his catalogue, actually he did, we didn't understand half things he was saying. He promised he will deliver it to Johnny right before the party. We rented our favorite club by the motel behind the town. Owner of the club was our friend too and the motel is always deserted in this part of the year, so there was no problem to have the whole place only for us. We met on a parking lot before the club at nine. Our wives coudln't wait for Clark, Denise literally jumped at him as he got out of his car, giving him a big wet kiss. "Hello birthday boy". she said with her irressistible smile. As I say I am never jealous about him, so I just shrugged and waited till she released him. Anyways Christine and Sammy did the same, so what. "Hi Clark, what's up? Glad to see you..." Matt, Johnny and I just shook his hand and we all entered the club. Two men were awaiting us. Ray, the owner, approached, greeting us. "Hello my friends, this is Hank, he will accompany you for tonight, I've given him all instructions. I'll see you tomorrow morning. By the way, four apartments are ready for you as well." Ray left, ringing with his car keys. Hank went behind the bar and put some moody music on. "So what should I mix for starters?" He showed us his perfect white teeth in a broad smile. From now on it all depended on his magic. And boy he was a good magician. His cocktails were most delicious drinks I ever had. And he wasn't boring person at all. After an hour of his selection of jokes I couldn't breath anymore, tears rolling down my face. About the midnight, he came to me and whispered to my ear: "Uhm Danny, do you still care about the ladies show, it seems it's getting late and maybe I should shortened their drinks before..." "Hank, it's true, they seem a little bit tired but lemme ask Denise..." "Honey is it still possible for you to perform the show...?" "Of course my dear. We are still waiting for your sign." "Okay, Hank will show you the way to the backstage, theres a perfect dressing room with all the stuff." All three girls stood up and went after Hank to the door behind bar. From this point, I think, everything went wrong. Nobody really knows what happened back there, but this is the excerpt of Denise's narration. Hank led them to the large dressing room and showed them a pile of cardboard boxes. "These are the clothes, Danny have written names on it, they should be in matching sizes. This button gives me a sign in the bar that you need my assistance." Then he left. So they started to unwrap the boxes. Sammie pulled a piece of garment out of the box and looked at it transfixed. "Ewww, what the heck is that? It smells like rubber. Is Danny sure with that?" "Denise, it's Johnny's idea, not Danny's and yes, they are positive Clark's into it. Just get over it, get dressed, so you could sooner take it off again." "It's easier for you to tell so, you told us you wore latex once before." Denise knew it was true, and she wasn't far from buy some but with Danny things have changed. Christine saw they could get stuck at this point so she came with help: "Denise is right, once we promised, we still could do this, be brave Sam." With these words she quickly undressed and fixed her rich auburn hair with pins. "So what about to start from legs..." It looked the pieces were about to cover all of their body surface from the toes to the necks. Well, more than that. Finally they found three open faced hoods. They looked at each other and started to laugh. "Look at you Sammie, your husband would drown in his own drool seeing you like that." And they laughed again. They put the last pieces on, donning their hair into ponytails pulled thru the holes on the top of the hoods. Maybe the alcohol helped here, cause they started getting into it. They pivoted before the large mirror, admiring their perfectioned bodies whose curves were now accentuated by the tight outfit. They gradually smoothed all the wrinkles and ... Denise started to rummage thru the empty boxes. "Looking for something dear?" Said Christine. "Of course. I bet they forgot the polish." "What?" "You know, the latex has to be polished after you put it on..." "There" three small red boxes remained unopened. She quickly got into one with her name, but instead of spray of latex polish she found... remote control. "What the..." She looked puzzled at couple of buttons. "Hmmm batteries not included, I bet" she pressed the red button to confirm her words. But it was a mistake. She felt her outfit started to change somehow. Slowly it got tightened as the all parts melted together. She frantically tried to push her fingers under the rim of the mask but it looked like glued to her skin. "At least you has your shine." Christine pointed at her. Denises suit was now really reflective and smooth in a very liquid way. "Not funny Chris. I don't like it." "Easy, I found a manual here." Samie exclaimed. She started to search in the index. "Hey it's there... Safety removal: you have to press & hold the red button on the remote until the parts go apart again." Denise grabbed the remote and crushed the button with her sleek highly polished index finger. Nothing apparently happened. "Oh, sorry Denise, here is written: 'Suit could be shut down only after fully activated. Notice that activation takes 5-10 minutes. Notice: when it's finished, blue LED indicator on remote flashes couple times.' ...Maybe you should wait a little." "Okay, there's no rush." Strange smile appeared on her face. "What's happening? You look funny..." asked Christine. "It's... ehm caressing me... sort of." She felt like the suit was systematically looking for her erogenous zones. She started to feel the heat building inside her. But she wasn't sweating at all. Strange, she thought for herself. She coudln't help and reached for her clit. She felt her piercing underneath the suit. Her arousal was unbearable. Her pelvis gyrated. She wanted IT sooo bad. Maybe that thought was another mistake, because the suit started to slowly fill her insides then. It was stimulating her pussy and ass in very pleasant way. She closed her eyes and started to moan. Two other girls watched her in awe. "Are you sure it is not going to hurt you, honey" asked Christine with doubtful voice. "I don't know, but I don't really care..." said Denise between her moans and deep breaths. She sat on the pile of boxes and started to plunge her latex-like black fingers into her pussy, completely coated with black shiny membrane. She forget about the girls, Clark and even her husband. It was all only about HER now. Her orgasm felt like awakening. She opened her eyes, looking in the faces of her two friends. "What?" "Wow Denise, it was amazing." said Sammie. "I never saw a girl coming like this." "Maybe our friendship reached a new level at the moment." answered Denise playfully, holding her own remote, blue light blinking on it. She quickly collected another two remotes and activated them. "Hey Denise, what the heck are you doing?" "Just thinking we have not much time, Christine. This thing is definitely not some piece of fetish garment. And if we want to use it for the purpose, we should hurry. And gimme that fucking manual Sammie, before your first peak will shake it out of your hands." Christine and Sammie looked at each other. They never heard her talk like that. "Maybe you should find there why you sound so weird now..." added Sammie, giving her the book. "Nonsense, I feel great. Maybe still drunk a little but perfectly fine... Just relax and wait, meanwhile I can speed things up a little by reading this..." Both girls sat on the old couch and watched her making some tricks with her new unexpected toy. "Hmm... the chapter called 'adjustments' should do it..." Denise stood before the full length mirror watching her beautiful curves wrapped in shiny fabric. "Heels..." she exclaimed. Her body lifted by six inches of pair of elegant stilletos that grew right from her feet. "Corset..." the invisible corset enhanced her curves into a perfect hourglass figure, lifting her breasts a little. Now she started to play with colors. At first she tried black and purple combination, first bikinis with shoulder length gloves and stockings with garter belt. Then she changed bikinis to high cut leotard. Then she read another page. "Skirt..." Long purple flare skirt opened in front grew over the garter belt. "Damn, I should do something really matching..." Denise took her "special" red lipstick from her purse. Now her lips were really flaming. And then the purple has been changed to the matching red. She pivoted before the mirror admiring her work. She changed length of the gloves to short. Now she had the ultimate devilish look. Flaming red body, skirt, gloves and stockings on shiny black catsuit. All supported by six inch heeled shoes, also red. She turned back. "How do I look?" "Fantastic. I couldn't wait to try this." Said Sammie. "It looks that your suits activate slower somehow. It's already shiny, so it's locked as well. Do you feel some kind of stimulation?" "Yes, all around my body, but still not getting there" sighed Christine. "Maybe you should relax more. I will read more of the handbook then..." She turned the page. "Holly sh! This couldn't be true." Denise was shaking. "What is it?" Asked Sammie. She stood up and went to her. And then Denise turned around. "Ta-da". From her crotch protruded large red penis, matching the color of her leotard. Denise gripped it with both hands but then she quickly let go as if it was hot. "It's not possible! I can feel it!" Two other girls opened their mouths. "You can what?" "I felt the touch of my hands on it. And it was like a jolt of pleasure." Sammie who stood now next to her started to feel that Denise is looking at her in a demanding way. "Look, it sounds silly, but I really need you to help..." Sammie was startled. Today it was definitely crossing the line. "Umm Denise, I don't know what you have in mind, but I don't like it from the start." "Just a touch..." Sammie took her plastic member in her hand. "Hey, I bet it's throbbing! It's pretty real." She looked at it with growing curiosity. "There's also hole in its head. I wonder if you can squirt." "I am afraid it needs more than one grip." Denise smirked. She felt that Sammies inhibitions become to fade. "Okay, just for fun..." she dropped to her knees and took the artificial member in her mouth. Denise moaned. "Oh honey, it's soooo wonderful. Do not stop please." Her mind was awashed in waves of bliss. Christine made herself comfortable on the couch, staring at the two shiny beauties in most bizarre act she ever saw, unintentionally reached for her crotch and slowly started to massage herself. Sammie got herself also pretty aroused, twisting her nipples while Denise gripped her shiny head and slowly pushed her penis deeper in her throat. In couple of minutes all three girls came. In fact Sammie was too weakened by her first thrashing orgasm, that she coudlnt fight Denise who refused to withraw herself from her throat, sending the splash of hot cum down to her stomach. Finally she let her go, Sammie dropped on her back gasping for air with happy smile over her face. Denise was getting greedy. She looked at Christine laying on the couch. "So is only one orgasm enough for you?" "You know I want it now more than ever, you bitch. Show me what you've got. Now." Christine opened her legs wide to show her engorged lips covered with black gloss. Denise literally jumped on her, pressing her marvelous tits against Christine's, that were nearly matching her size. Their hard nipples rubbed against each other as the red glistening cock rhytmically disappeared in brunette's love nest. Denise's red gloved hands dug into flesh of Chris's butt. Their pace become brutal, couch was jerking and smashing into the wall behind them. Finally they both came, again in the same moment. Christine felt as the pouch, created by the suit inside her, got filled by the cum streaming from miraculous member that Denise was now wielding. It was oozing out as she withdrew from her. "Now what to do with the mess. I am afraid there's no way to CLEANSE myself now." Immediately when she said that, her suit flashed somehow and the jism was gone. "Wha...?" "It's full of surprises, isn't it?" Mused Denise. She turned back to Sammie, who was still laying on the ground. "Sammie! Oh my, I think she passed out." They both knelt next to her and Denise slapped her into face. "Ooooooowwww, I waaaaas baaaad, hiiiiit miiii agaiiiin." "She's drugged. Definitely looks like that." Christine with the tone of practicing nurse. "But when... you mean..." they both looked at Denise's pride. "Impossible, why would they do that..." She quickly checked back the manual, now looking for FAQ's. "Look there it is: when switched in domination mode, suit produces mild relaxing drug in its cum. In case of intoxication take the one pill of antidote and drink plenty of water. Denise quickly found the pills and grabbed the reserve bottle she still takes with her. After few seconds Sammie got up. "Honey I am sorry this is my mistake." pleaded Denise. "Anyway we should look more about that domination mode." said Christine and started to look into the manual. "Here. 'Domination mode: The suit triggers two basic kinds of sexual behavior. Default is set to dominant one, because there are proven examples of bad use when it is activated in submissive mode. Basic functions are set to: relaxing cum formula and improved voice functionality. You can advance in punishment mode to gain enhanced electrostimulation and mild torture functions as whips or scissor nails.' Huh, thats pretty heavy. I am still thinking about shutting it down." "Why Chris? We are doing well so far. As it is written the drug is only relaxing, I can imagine it has only short-term effect." Sammie stood up and exclaimed "As for me I liked it, let's finish our outfits, I still envy Denise her look." They quickly found one mirror for three dressy-girls is pretty few. But they managed to get around, perfectioned their shiny appearance till they found they need to cum again. "What about that Hank?" asked Christine. She was now towering on her seven inchers, her perfect breasts squeezed in black leotard with black stockings and opera gloves, all decorated with ornamental golden lines. They encircled her areolas, copied her lustful curves and enhanced her perfect figure. Lines of pearlshine studs created hem of stockings and gloves, they also created luxuriuos collar and bracelet around her neck and left wrist, on her pubic mound they formed 'V' shaped patch. Underneath was smoky transparent catsuit. She changed her hood to a sexy shaped mask, leaving her beatiful hair cascade down to her back. Her pussy was clearly exposed, as her leotard precisely copied the surface of her womanhood. Her inner labia were also gold lined, her engorged clit looked like heavy nugget. She added her jewellery and crystal padded belt to enhance her luxurious look. "You mean you want to USE him?" Now it was Denise who was surprised. "You know, he looks... gay a little bit, don't you think?" "Well... he is cute, and you are right he pays attention more to men... I heard some fags let women to have kind of role reversal with them." "Anyways it is possible we just finally appear on the stage and after couple of minutes of dancing we'll get undressed again... And I want to fuck now. This way." Christine made her point, as the large black cock appeared on her, while pearl studs created three dangerously looking circles on its base. Sammie was still admiring herself in the mirror. She have chosen combination of pink and black striped bustier with ultra short pink lined black miniskirt visibly showing her pink inner labia glowing between two black mounds of the outer ones. Mask covered her whole face, it was black, but covered also eyelids with lashes and lips, even the hair, all changed to pink. Her knee length platform boots were also pink. She was a pure lust. "Don't you mind if I'll just watch? I am still not sure about that 'crack the whip' thought." "Sammie we are not gonna rape him. We think he will ask for it himself." Denise who was now clearly on Christine's side smiled. In a sinister way of course. "Press that button Chris. And just in case, let's hide our precious'" With these words she let disappear her penis, same as Christine did. After few minutes Hank knocked on the door. "You may enter." Said Denise. He opened and his jaw dropped as he saw them. Three gorgeous latex divas stood before him, as if they were clipped from one of the fetish fashion magazines... "Ehm... we have started to worry about you ladies, it is almost an hour..." his face visibly blushed as he stared at his wet dream. "Everything is fine... we were just wondering if you would like to play a little with us. You know, wearing these clothes just makes one wondering in 'how could it be' way." "And you mean what exactly?" his voice was trembling. "You know, just some shirt and pants off, couple of slaps in the butt, nothing big..." He was overwhelmed. Just being in the presence of such ladies was more than delightful to him. Three graces sat on the couch and Denise shouted at petrified Hank: "Better start with the shirt! And slowly please!". Then she cupped Christines left breast and tongued her nipple. Christine wasn't ready for such attack, but she reacted quickly and pressed her index finger on Denises clit. Then they started french-kissing each other. Sammie felt left-out a bit, so she continued with encouraging Hank. "You are doing well, look how horny I am." With these words she spread her legs a little, showing her glistening pink pussy and started to finger herself. She stared at him in hypnotizing way, moaning while slowly licking her lustful glistening lips. "Now throw me the shirt and unbuckle the belt" She catched the shirt with her teeth, rubbed it couple of times against her pussy and put it away. "Now gimme that belt of yours and pull your trousers sloooowly down." She catched the belt, watching Hanks pants slowly descending to his knees. "Stop! Now come here." She really enjoyed as he stumbled to her, his legs efectively bound with his own trousers. Then she straightened her legs, her heels pointing in the air. "Lick my pussy, and do it well." She strained the belt making cracking noise and menacingly widened her eyes. He dropped to his knees and she wrapped her shiny legs around his neck pulling him nearer. Denise noticed her Sammie's voice also has changed, using that persuasive tone they noticed after her first peak. "Lick all my nectar, this is my gift to you!" All three girls watched Hank as his motion got slowed. The drug was damn fast. Then Sammie stood up, towering over him on her platform boots. "And now start thinking what you will do with this." Obscenely large pink phallus shot out of her groin, bobbing centimeters over his head. Hank watched it with horror in his eyes. "Open your mouth." Sammie commanded, her tone was now plain cold and strict. Drugged Hank coudln't resist long. When he obeyed, she immediatelly took her penis, and pointing it down she plunged it deep into his throat. Apparently drug supressed also his gag reflex, even if it was all the way in, he remained still. Sammie started to fuck his mouth ferociously, her pink ponytail flying in the air. Then she pulled it out and pushed him with her spikey heel on all fours. Then she dramatically strode behind him and pulled down his boxers. "My cum is going here." Then she started to probe his anus with her index finger. Meanwhile two other girls really enjoyed the show, massaging their pussies and licking nipples. When Sammie pulled herself out of his throat Denise whishpered to Chris' ear: "Maybe we should join her, he'll pass out any minute." His mouth was filled by Chris' penis, same time Sammie pressed head of her cock against Hanks dilated sphincter. They pushed against each other, trapping him in synchronized rhythm of their toned bodies. Soon Sammie threw her head back speeding up to an enormous pace. She roared like lion when she erupted into his bowels. Girls switched, Christine was backwards, Denise got her fellatio, Sammie took the belt and with evil grin started to smack Hanks muscular back. "This should keep him awake until you both get satisfied." When the last of them orgasmed Hank collapsed to the floor completely motionless. Christine checked his pulse. "He'll be okay." All three girls retracted their penises and series of mysterious flashes cleaned out their suits. From this moment they had no doubts. They felt complete. The show was about to begin. The small stage in the club was connected with dressing room with narrow passage. Only problem was now with the lights without Hank. Fortunately second control was in Dj's room, which could be also accessed from the passage. Denise put her favourite trance track on and shut down the lights, switching on the spotlights on the stage. It was spectacular. They strutted on the stage, seeing four pairs of eyes in the darkened club staring at them. And the girls they knew how to sway hips in a proper way. Their shiny asses, breasts with erect nipples, exposed glistening pussies, glossy pouting lips and lustful demanding looks all whirling in maelstrom of sex before the transfixed poor guys. "Birthday boy, c'mere!" shouted Denise at Clark. He stood up and came closer to the stage, his eyes fixed on her, looking like a moth attracted to a lamp. They grabbed him and pulled him up to stage. He was sandwiched between their swaying bodies, pinned by their erect nipples and sometimes he felt for sec or two something pressed into his asscrack, while their hands roved over his chest. Somehow he lost his shirt and trousers during the dandce, found himself for a moment on all fours, got spanked mildly in his butt, then they forced him on his back, sitting on him, three merely bare pussies drawn wild eights on his chest and belly. In the end they pulled him up and he was given a farewell kiss lashed by three tongues snaking out of their lustfull mouths. The music stopped. Audience applauded as Denise returned to the Djs room and switched the lights on. All three girls jumped down and went to us. "C'mon honey, get out of this, I want my beloved wife back." I whishpered into her ear as the blond rubberized bombshell sat on my lap. Her face frozen for a moment. Then she gave me a wet kiss and said "Not yet dear, I feel fine like that..." Clark has collected his trousers and shirt back and tried to dress again, his fingers still trembling from overdose of alcohol recently mixed in that latex whirlpool he was pulled in. "Where's Hank anyways, we are thirsty..." "He was tired, told us he's gonna sleep a little." said Christine with evil grin. "But Sammie here mixes excellent COCKtails too." She winked at her. Sammie returned her a big smile, stood up and went behind the bar. "I'll give you my special, for starters. It's called 'lovers shot'." She filled the glasses with ice and rum, but what we didn't see was her pink cock that squirted a large amount of her juice into four of them. I must admit, the flavor and taste was exquisite, and Clark, that obviously didn't intend to stop ordered another round. After third glass I felt dizzy a little bit. Girls were chatting and gigling, mostly about their suits and the show. It wasn't clever when I blurted out that Johnny's friend made me an offer for the stuff if we didn't want to return it back. And it wasn't clever either when I told them I rejected that option because we are not into this. I felt Denise jumped a bit on my knee. Then she stood up and exclaimed "I have to pee..." She was never straightforward like this. Sammie and Christine went with her. We all watched their swinging hips dissappear in the door of the Ladies room. In that moment I found my hands were very heavy, and I wasn't able to get up from my comfy chair. "Oops, I think we have taken too much. Whatever, it'll pass after while." The door of the toilets flew open and our women marched out of them. Their faces were angry and out of their crotches... oh my large erect dicks bobbing up and down. Each held a piece of rope they have taken somewhere. Other guys looked at them in awe, not able to move same way as me. Then they tied our hands and ankles, laying our limp bodies over the table. My eyes were centimetres of Johnny's startled ones. "Dzzz wazzz eczelent ideee, Joooon. Iii thiiink weeee arrrree iiin deeep shiiit. Iii thiiink theyyy druuuged ussss." Johnny just grunted and rolled his eyes up. But then I felt sharp smack on my bottom. "Language, honey. I think I will have to give you some lesson." My view was very limited. Before me was now Sammie in her sleazy outfit, her large pink cock raised the hem of her miniskirt. Her rock hard nipples jutted at me like pair of rivets. Her eyes now looked in mine deeply and thoroughly. Then her perfect glossy lips that looked more like thick pink liquid, parted as she started to talk. "Denise, your husband is staring at me in most unpleasant way. May I punish him?" "Of course you can. His behaviour is a real mess." Sammie stroked her penis couple of times still fixing my eyes. Then the splash of her hot cum hit my face. "Keep your eyes closed next time, something could fall into them." Denise started to laugh. But different way I knew. It was confident and powerful laughter, making me shiver. Then I felt my wifes latexed hand on my cheek. "Let me borrow some of this." She wiped some of Sammies juice and... spread it around my cherry. Then I heard the sloshy sounds, probably as she lubed her penis with it. Meanwhile Sammie didn't care about her husbands suit, she ripped Johnny's trousers in two halves, exposing his ass to her. Then she slowly pulled his boxers down. I was trying not to have Sammies attention again, so I tried to look at Matt's misery for a change. Christine's approach was different. She stripped her husband before she bound him completely. She also trying to soothe him, rubbing her breasts against his back and whishpering into his ear. I didn't see her hand but I bet she was fingering his ass in that very moment. Tears of pain and anger rolled down Matts face. He wasn't really man of steel, and I felt sorry for him. But then I had to face my own problems. It seemed all three bewildered goddesses started to push in the same time. As I felt the excruriating pain as the bulky head of my wifes cock slowly sunk into my anus, I turned my head back to Johnny, seeing net of engorged veins over his red face. He was clenching his teeth, drooling on the table. Matt was screaming. I could only imagine the victorious looks on faces of our wives. After while the pain has faded. Sammie, that was pretty iritated by Matts screams, ripped some cloth of Johnny's shirt and stuffed it into his mouth. I'm sorry to say I was glad too, my right ear was almost deaf. They started to fuck us pretty rough then, exchanging lustful looks and moaning from time to time. The silence of deserted bar was now interrupted only by creaking of the overloaded table, slapping of their latexed forms onto our asscheeks and accidental smacks leaving their palmprints also on our bottoms. Denise was pounding me from all possible angles, writhing and brushing her dick against every spot, effectively massaging my prostate. I felt she's still trying to give me pleasure as always before. It was getting better, but I was still fighting with my homophobic thoughts. 'This is so wrong, I am no gay' something cried inside my head. But did we have any other option? Of course not. Meanwhile they slowly speeded up. I knew they somehow feel their false members and it looked they have a lot more pleasure than us. Sammie and Christine looked like they reached nirvana and now their minds floated in endless bliss. It took an hour by myself till I found I can move again. It will be better than they woudln't know, I thought for myself. But Johnny had another idea. Once he found the strange dizziness faded, he tensed all his muscles and tried to throw Sammie off him. Boy, it was a mistake. I knew that she works out a little, but I never expected such humiliating easiness which I saw when she lifted him off the table with one hand still fucking his arse, then she hissed "This is to remember your mistake well." Johnnys eyes nearly popped out and now he screamed more than Matt did before. I saw in horror blood trickled down his inner thigh. Then she pulled out her cock, which was now twice as thick as before and stained with his blood. She turned him around so efortlessly like he was a blow-up doll and not two hundred pounds of flesh and bone. "Look at the mess! You bet you'll have a taste." Then she forced him to his knees, opened his jaw while he was still fighting and shot her load into his mouth. "Swallow it you bitch!" Her sleek gloved hands grabbed his throat, and he knew he lost his fight. Her commanding voice was nothing you want to disobey. As he gulped, she patted his head. "Good puppy. Now open again! And don't bite, or you will see more of my skills!" With these words she pushed her enormous bloody dick into his mouth all the way. He started to gag and choke, but he was too afraid to fight back again. Soon he was obvoiusly drugged again. Now I realized how it came into our drinks. Ewwww. Other two girls realized they need to do the same. Christine withdrew from Matts ass in same time I felt Denise is also retreating. I knew that if I yield to her I'll only prolong this funny situation. But I wanted to survive. Finally I saw her face again. She was smiling. "So... you know what I want now. Which way you choose?" She stood before me, stroking her red glistening dick like it was real. I knelt. And I took it in my mouth. And then it hit me. I pulled it out and shouted: "Clark get up and run!" "Too late for your advice." Sammie giggled. I turned my head and saw him laying on the ground on his back with her sitting on his face. "You two will be double dosed, I will see to it myself." Then my wifes hands forced my head back and speared me with her trembling loaded shaft. She didn't tell anything, but I saw from that point she didn't trust me at all. "We are not finished." She hissed and her spiked heel pushed me to the ground. Sammie was tireless. When she "fixed" Clark, she took care of me and Johnny, as promised. But she also brought another rope and hogtied us so we couldn't make a move. Before I passed out I only saw as the three furious latex nymphs took Clark back on the table... Because I has awakened next day before noon, again I wrote what I heard from Matt and Clark himself. First they taken all his clothes off. When he was naked, lying on his back on the table the three girls sat on him, rubbing their pussies against his chest and belly. Then Denise and Christine got their cunnilingus which they craved for. Then he was properfucked like we before, just three to one was pretty unfair ratio. He was deepthroated, buttdrilled and wanked in one time. Sammie then coudln't hold it and took his penis into her pink lined love nest... but she didn't intend to be nice. She gripped him and lifted his torso up from the floor, nearly ripping his dick off. Although Clark has taken large amount of their cum he shrieked in pain. That only pushed her actions farther. She squeezed him out, he has fallen flat on his back. Then some kind of remote control appeared in her hand. "Sammie, don't!" Denise tried to take it from her. But she already pressed couple of buttons. Then her pink ponytail erected pointing directly up. Her glossy hair started to glow, as tiny electric discharges appeared between them. Color of her irises changed to matching pink. Then the remote started to change as well. It extended to a handle of dangerously looking cattleprod. "I am not getting out of this till I find what it can do. And I think you should do stop whining and try it, because THIS feels really good." Series of flashes appeared on the fork of her tool. Another two remotes appeared in her hand and she swiftly entered the sequence but maybe it was little different than the first one. Christine and Denise now stared blankly before themselves. "What is your wish, our misstress?" they both asked in uniform tone. "You will torture this slave until it cracks. I'll see at your work." She handled them their remotes, whose changed in two formidable bullwhips. Now their eyes were full of joy as they strutted around the table, with every stroke of their whips they trembled with pleasure. Clark was systematically destroyed by Sammie's pets, while she zapped his nipples, balls and even the most sensitive head of his penis. She also put her rubbered little finger into his peehole. Then he convulsed like she was giving him shocks thru her hand. In fact she was. Soon she found better fun is to shock him with her penis. She slapped him into his face with that, put it into his tied hands and ordered him to hold it, finally she inserted its tip back into his anus and giving him little shocks she let its contractions massage her cock effectively. They turned him around many times to have access to every inch of his body. Denise and Christine changed eventually their whips to cattleprods, so Clark was getting three jolts at a time. Soon Sammie got bored. "My pets, lets feast finally on this piece of meat. We'll give him his birthday present. Denise you first." She raised Clarks limp body from the table, letting Denise to lay underneath hiding her member while she positioned him to reach her pussy. As Denise sucked his dick inside her Sammie ordered: "Now fuck her you little pig." Despite the horrible state he was now in, he obeyed and started to move. Denise started to moan as her arousal was really high. "I see you need a pacemaker." Sammie entered his ass, pushing him deep into Denise's pussy. "Christine, dear, plug his mouth, his shrieks are disturbing me." Christine happily got her cock working again. As the Sammies both hands held his throat, from her nipples that were hovering millimeters over his back flew small sparks discharging into him. She was like pure energy. After quite while Sammie made him cum, so they changed positions, Christine on her back. It was more difficult to make him cum second time, but restless Sammie did something very nasty in his butt so he finally arched his back second time. Third scene was impossibly cruel, Sammie's pussy was dangerous weapon. Again she visibly pulled him inside and pushed out, while Denise was helping her from back. She used her nails as claws, making deep bloody scars wherever she reached on his body. Because of intense pain he bitten Christine's dick couple of times, she always slapped him furiously in the face, zapping him with the cattleprod, she held in her hand for the case. Sammie was desperate, she wanted her finale, but Clark was dry as hell. And his exhaustion reached its limits. His head started to fall as he slowly falled into a deep slumber. "That's not fair. Christine join Denise in his ass!" As the second cock entered his ravaged butt, he awakened again. "Cum, cum, cum you bitch! I command you to do it now!" Sammie shouted in his face. She used all her powers and finally managed to make him finish her little play. Then he fell on her, like flatrated. Sammie pushed him away and looked at herself stained from cum and blood. She initiated cleansing, but it was last drop of the energy her suit had, so it shut down. Her hair changed back to normal, parts got apart and changed to its original shape. Her two "pets" looked at themselves as they have lost their mistress.The chain of command was broken, so it also indicated shutdown of their own suits. Their minds were free again. Christine promptly checked Clark. "Thanks god, he lives.". Sammie was sitting on the ground, sobbing, eyes covered with tears. "This is the end. Look what I have done to them. Johnny's gonna divorce me." The damage was enormous, she was right. But still... was it really their fault? "Calm down. We have to sort this out. First we have to take this off." Denise started to strip the garments, which was surprisingly easy, as it absorbed all of the sweat. Then she took my shirt to cover herself a little and started to untie my numb body. Christine who also used Matts shirt got some knife on the bar and helped her. Matt was only one awake so he sat on the chair, rubbing his elbows and knees. "Damn." was the first thing he said. "I need to rest." Then he fallen asleep. I awakened before twelve. Matt was sitting on the bed, smoking his favourite cigar. My ass was sore as if I sat on porky. And the hangover was smashing. "How could you smoke like that. I'm half dead." "You'll find out as you'll try to stand up". His voice was raspy, same like mine. The reason was... NO there was no reason. I was startled by immediate flashback. "See, it is not over yet... You'll have to relax to get it out of your head. I am trying to do so for an hour." "Hmmm, you better don't talk about that. Where are the others?" "They had to take Johnny and Matt to the hospital. Hank is sleeping in the appartment next to ours, he will fix us some food as he promised." "Oh that bastard has been sleeping while we were on a ride in hell's elevator!" "Yeah, he's been sleeping on the floor back in the dressing room. They have overdosed him with that magic juice before it all got started. Actually he told us he's not getting police involved in it. He's a tough guy." "Or he somehow enjoyed the whole thing. I remember his whistling when he saw the boxes first time." "Maybe, but it's not important. I am afraid that Sammie's going to lose Johnny." "Yeah, he's a definitely hot-head, but I am also thinking if we'll get past this..." Matts cellphone rang. "Hi honey, hows them? Surgery? Yeah... Yeah... Okay. We'll wait then." He hang up. "They are coming here in twenty minutes. Let's see if Hanks up, I am starving." I was pretty hungry too. Hank greeted us with giggle. "God, look at yourself, what a damage! ...yeah, I know, let's go." When we entered club again, I felt shiver all along my spine, trying not to remember what happened last night. Hank learned that his wits are not welcome, so he was quiet, fixed us some eggs and sandwiches. I was in heaven. First thing I really could enjoyed after that horrible experience. Soon the others came. Johnny and Clark were stumbling, supporting each other. Hank brought some pillows to comfort their tortured bottoms. Neither I was able to sit still, but what I saw last night ... NO it never happened. Our ladies had sorry faces, Sammie looked like crying all night. "Gentlemen." Johnny started "This is very tough situation we have here. I was ready to end up with Sammie and all of you right now." We looked at each other, afraid of his verdict. "But I've changed my point. The fact is we have to go on. OTHER friend of mine is good analyst and marriage counsellor. In this moment I offer you to try this chance, Sammie. And maybe others will join us." "I am only sorry for Clark here. I think he will have to skip this birthday in his memoirs, because we all have to promise hereby to forget all about it. And I mean it. I will personally shoot anybody who will bring this back." Clark was quiet. We didn't know yet what mess it did with his brain. He just nodded and said: "Okay." without a trace of life in his voice. "Danny you will have to return that shit." He pointed in direction to dressing room. "I really can't meet that guy again..." his hands started to crush invisible throat. That is the end, I hope Johnny will never find out that I have written this. Most substantial is, that we are are still together. Our wives are somehow more caring and we just try to comfort them whenever it is possible. But... we have lost Clark.He never awakened from that dream full of rubberized dominatrixes, Johnny said he found some life-style mistress somewhere in Miami and became her personal slave... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------- Hi, This is 'Denise'. I found this story in my husband's computer. It is interesting to read about it from his point of view. But it really doesn't matter that he has broken his promise now, because we just coudln't hold it anymore. Anyways, first who wanted it back was actually 'Clark'. He talked 'Sammie' into becoming his mistress and he bought her the suit she had used on him before. He also rented an appartement for their games and moved out of the town to hide from his mates. After couple months she told us. And we knew it is just a beginning. We all wanted to experience more. She made him to let me and 'Christine' to join them. And whe the time was right, we finally succeeded with our plan to permanently enslave our husbands. It works perfectly now. So I have tweaked names and places a little, to give a taste to all of you reading this freely...