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The Meek Shall Inherit the Shaft
 by Hinka

Part 1 of 3. 

Hi. My name is John, an unemployed office supplier. Amy, my wife, is an artist.
 We're not a very  
aggressive couple. Actually we're pretty passive. That's one of the reasons I
 lost my job. Life and people 
seem to constantly be pushing us around. Amy occasionally picks up jobs
 catering small parties. For a 
while, that was our only income. Needless to say money was tight. Our lives
 changed drastically,a while
back, when my wife met Tracy at an art auction. Tracy was a high class women
 who just moved 
into the ritzy part of town. They hit it off and Tracy, knowing we needed
 money, started offering my wife 
jobs as a caterer to her party's. She also bought some of Amy's artwork. One
 day Amy needed help with 
one of Tracy's parties. I offered to drive the food down and help serve it.
 Bob, Tracy's husband, wasn't 
very friendly and took an "uppity" attitude with me. He refereed to me as "boy"
 when he wanted 
something. For Amy's sake I swallowed my pride and helped serve the food. I
 also noticed that Tracy 
treated Amy like a real servant. I guess Amy didn't care. I never heard her
 complain. The day after the 
party, my wife got a frantic call from Tracy asking us to come over that
 evening. When we got there both 
Tracy and her husband started yelling at us for serving tainted food and
 getting some of their guests sick. 
Amy was in tears and I didn't know what to say. "You little shits", Bob yelled,
 "I'll ruin you, by the time 
my lawyers are done you'll be begging for food off the streets".  "See that dog
 bowl", screamed Tracy, 
"That's the only food you'll be able to afford". "Please, Please", cried Amy,
 "We'll do anything, I didn't 
know the food was bad".  "Anything" Tracy said, a little half smile on her
 face, "OK. Lets see. Both of you 
stay here while me and Bob talk. DON'T MOVE. We'll be right back". With that
 Bob and Tracy went 
down into the basement. "Amy, how could you serve bad food? Do you have any
 idea what they can do to 
us. What if one of the guests got really sick". Amy nodded, "We'll just have to
 do anything they say and 
hope they don't sue us. This is the last party I'll ever cater". When Bob and
 Tracy returned they seemed a 
lot calmer. "Bob and I decided not to call our lawyers if you'll put on a
 little show for us", Tracy said 
coyly. "Lets get down to the basement". The basement was a huge room with
 couches against the walls 
leaving the center area clear. Bob sat down on one couch while Tracy sat down
 on the couch opposite him, 
leaving me and Amy in the middle. "OK", Bob commanded, "Here's the rules! My
 wife will own John. He 
must do anything my wife says for the next hour. Amy likewise will belong to me
 and do whatever I say. 
Is it agreed?". "Anything ", I said, "I don't know if I like this". "Please",
 begged Amy, "It's only for an 
hour. I want to get this over with". "Agreed", I said, swallowing my last
 vestige of manhood. "Lets go". It 
was Tracy's turn first. "John I want you to come over here by me. Kneel down at
 my feet. Take my heels 
off, and start licking and sucking my toes through my stockings. NOW". I
 thought to myself, "this wasn't 
so bad", and proceeded to remove her high heels and suck on her toes. The smell
 and taste were starting to 
turn me on. I could see Tracy was starting to get hot also. She slid one hand
 under her skirt towards her 
pussy. The other hand fondled her breast through her bra. As Tracy started
 moaning I increased the tempo 
of my sucking. First one foot then the other. She seemed eager to constantly
 jam her feet in my mouth. 
After a while she told me to stop and remove her pantyhose. While still
 kneeling I worked the hose off her 
ass and down her legs. She took the hose and put the feet part in my mouth
 while covering my head with 
the panty part. It was now Bobs turn. He told Amy to go over to me and take my
 clothes off. Amy was 
reluctant at first, but with a hard smack on the ass she complied. First my
 shirt then shoes, socks,pants 
and underwear were stripped from me. Tracy then told me to strip Amy. I was
 really getting turned on 
making my wife naked in front of these people. Bob and Tracy started laughing
 as they watched my 
erection grow. Tracy had Amy take the hose off my head and tied up my balls
 with one of the legs. I 
winced as she pulled the noose tighter. She then commanded me down on all fours
 and paraded me 
around the room like a dog on a leash. Bob told Amy to get down on all fours
 also. I was then led up to 
Amy's ass an instructed to get my tongue deep inside. I could hear Amy moaning
 and new she was getting 
turned on. While trying to get my tongue deeper and deeper up her ass. Tracy
 came behind me and with a 
sharp thrust wiggled her lubed hand up my hole. I screamed out in pain to no
 avail. The hand and arm 
sank deeper and deeper into me. Bob, seeing that I stopped tonguing Amy, came
 over and pushed my face 
hard against her ass. After a while I got used to Tracy's hand and began to
 enjoy it as she moved it in and 
out. Bob then took Amy and put her next to me, still on all fours, so are
 bodies were touching. Amy 
screamed loudly as Tracy thrust her other hand up my wife's ass. Nearly
 fainting, Bob came over to hold 
her up as Tracy's arms pumped in and out of our holes. Amy recovered and we
 found ourselves moving 
our bodies to the rhythm of Tracy's fucking. Tracy was getting tired. After one
 last deep push she 
withdrew her arms and hands. Our asses made popping sounds as the now large
 holes were finally 
allowed to close. Me and Amy fell to the floor exhausted. Tracy  wiped her arms
 on our backs and hair. 
She then went back to the couch and put on a pair of white tights. Bob then
 laid Amy down on her back in 
front of his wife. Amy's ass was against Tracy's left foot with her legs and
 feet resting on Tracy's thigh. 
Tracy told me to lie down next o Amy and get in the same position. Bob came
 over and attached nipple 
clamps to both me an Amy. We again cried out in pain. Bob then took a nasty
 looking clit clamp. He 
spread Amy's pussy wide, found her clit and clamped it on. Amy started
 screaming. Tracy took her foot 
and shoved it into my wife's cunt saying, "stop screaming bitch or my whole
 foot is going into your wet 
pussy". I think mostly out of fear, my wife stopped crying. Bob then took some
 string and attached my 
nipple clamps to Amy's. He took another string and attached it to Amy's clit
 clamp. The other end of this 
he looped on his wife's finger. Tracy said, "Now we're going to have some real
 fun. Here's the deal. Each 
time Amy screams Bob is going to take a pin and stick it in the head of  Johns
 prick. When John screams 
I'll give a sharp tug to Amy's clit clamp. Is everyone ready?". Very meekly Amy
 asked what she was going 
to do. Tracy replied, "I like collecting one of a kind things. Today I'm going
 to wear a pair of expensive 
shoes". Bob then took some lube and rubbed it around my wife's ass. Then he
 took his wife's foot and 
started working its way up Amy's ass. Every time Amy cried out he would stop,
 take a straight pin, and 
stick it in the head of my penis. After what seemed like hours he managed to
 get the heel of his wife's foot 
into Amy's ass. Amy was sobbing uncontrollably. Thank god she wasn't screaming
 anymore. My prick 
looked  like a pin cushion all covered in blood. Amazingly it was still erect.
 Bob lubed my hole and  
started to work his wife's other foot into my ass. Tracy stopped him and with
 one big push shoved most of 
her foot in. I tried to stop but I screamed out in pain. Tracy gave a sharp tug
 on her string and I could see 
my wife's clit spring up out of her pussy. Amy started thrashing around so Bob
 pinned her hands down to 
keep her still. With a mischievous grin Tracy then gave another push until her
 heel buried deep inside me. 
Both me and Amy were moaning as we felt her toes wiggling around in our bowels.
 Bob took out the 
pins from my head and started to stroke my shaft using my own blood as a
 lubricant. At the same time 
Tracy  gave little tugs on the clit clamp while Bob shoved a large dildo up
 Amy's cunt. It didn't take long 
before both of us came. Bob directed my cum over to Amy's pussy. After Amy
 climaxed he took her dildo 
and shoved it in my mouth, ordering me to lick it clean. Tracy looked at the
 time and said our hour was 
almost up. She gently removed her feet and our clamps from us. Her tights were
 gooey and brown with 
some of our poop. She stood over us and alternated putting her feet in our
 mouths until we had tongued 
them clean and they were white again. In one last gesture, before time expired,
 she asked Bob to fill up the 
large dog dish. Me and Amy were then instructed to bury our heads in the bowl
 and eat. With our asses in 
the air Bob shoved his cock up Amy's ass. Tracy strapped on a large dildo and
 buried it in my ass also. By 
the time they climaxed me and Amy were almost done with the food. With our
 heads still in the dog bowl, 
we pleaded to go home. Laughing, Tracy and Bob tied our hands behind our backs.
 They then dragged us 
over to a large dog cage in another part of the basement. They tossed us in,
 locked the cage and began to 
walk away. Me and Amy started cursing them out for breaking their promise.
 Saying we "needed to cool 
off", Bob and Tracy came back to the cage. Bob , with his dick still out,
 started to piss into the cage. First 
on Amy then on me. Tracy then squatted down and pissed into a water dish.
 Opening up one side of the 
cage she pushed the dish in. She then ordered us to drink her piss. If we
 didn't finish in 30 seconds she 
threatened to castrate both me and Amy. With fear in our eyes we eagerly lapped
 up the yellow liquid. 
Smiling, they walked away and turned out the lights. Me and Amy, sore and
 dirty, held each other in the 
darkness. We both wondered what the next day would bring.


Please give feedback. I can be reached at HinkaNNJ36@aol.com

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