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Time of Possession
part three
by MarArch

It was three o'clock in the morning, and Ralph sat on the sofa, his
nerves tense and anxious. Debra had left to go to the mysterious mans
home at eight in the evening, after slowly and carefully bathing and
dressing. Ralph had noticed that she had not worn panties or a bra
under her rather short skirt and tight sweater outfit. She had kissed
him gently on the cheek, whispered that she loved him and left.

That had been seven hours before. His mind was a turmoil, wondering
what was occuring, what she was enduring, what she was enjoying. He
had never been all that sexual himself, and up until this confusing
and tummultuous week he had thought she wasn't either. Their
relationship was based on love and gentleness, not torrid heat.

At a few minutes after three Ralph heard the door open and a few
moments later Debra came into the doorway of the den. She looked odd,
he instantly noticed, her eyes glazed, distracted, her face flushed,
her skirt and sweater looking as if they had been hastily and clumsily
donned. In her hand she held a video tape. She slowly seemed to pull
herself together and finally looked at him.

"Hi" she said, her voice dull, almost as if drugged.

"Are you all right" he said, concerned but unable to move from where
he was rooted on the couch.

"Oh" she said and a small knowing smile played out over her lips.
"I'm.... yes, I'm very all right" she managed to say, her gaze
drifting from him, her mind replaying something deep inside her
thoughts. In a moment she sighed and shifted her gaze back to him.

"Oh" she said, holding the videotape up "he wants you to watch this."

Without waiting for him to respond she moved to the entertainment
consol in the corner and fed the tape into the VCR, pushing the play
button.

"I'm going to bed" she said, her voice dreamy but tired. "I'm worn
out."

"Okay. Debra?" Ralph said.

She stopped and looked at him, her eyebrows raised, waiting.

"I'm glad you're all right."

She smiled, a warm, loving smile of contentment. Then, just as she
turned away she said, almost casually "By the way, he fucked me
tonight."

And then she was gone, through the house and up the stairs where sleep
awaited her.

Ralph was stunned, at the casualness of the admission, but before his
mind could lock onto the cascade of thoughts that flooded it, the
blackness and silence on the tv was replaced by a crude, homemade
camcorder image of a man, seated in an armchair in some sort of
library room. He was tall, Ralph could see, in his early middle age
and of average appearance. He was looking directly into the camera as
he began to speak.

"Hello Ralph. You don't know me, but I'm the man who has been in
communication with your wife about these... urges she's been feeling.
First, I want to assure you that I have no wish, plan or desire to
steal her away from you. Not as a wife, anyway. Anything you two share
between you as far as love, your shared history, all of that, I have
no wish to intrude on. She will, in other words, still be your wife,
no matter what happens between she and I. And, of course, if you still
want her to be. But then, that's up to you. I happen to be a sexual
Dominant, and your wife very much needs what I can provide for her and
you can not. I'm not being judgemental. It's simply a fact of life.
But, I don't want you to worry. I am not going to be taking anything
that you could or would yourself appreciate or be able to properly
enjoy. One thing I will do, however, is keep a video-taped record of
our, that is your wife and my, activities. That way, if you wish, you
can see what's going on between us, what she's doing and you won't
feel completely left out. I know that will be important to you. Well,
I suppose that's about all for now. The rest of this tape will be
recorded throughout the balance of the evening. I have a few things
planned to teach her tonight. Maybe you'll find them interesting.
That's all for now."

The image quickly jump cut to a scene some sort of livingroom, showing
Debra seated in a chair, perched on the edge of it, still dressed in
the short skirt and sweater, looking somewhat nervous, her hands
clasped between her knees. From off camera Ralph could hear the voice
of the man again, talking evenly, quietly.

He asked her if she was nervous. She responded that only because there
was a camera pointed at her. He inquired as to whether or not she
liked the idea of their activities being recorded. She said she didn't
know, but if it was something he wanted she would try her best to
please him. Finally he asked her why she wanted to become involved in
all this, the mysterious, dark world he was about to lead her into.
She sighed heavily and began to talk about how, ever since she was a
little girl, she had always had these deep, strange longings that she
never quite understood, how her conversations with him had tapped into
them in a way that was as powerful as some drug to her and she simply
had to explore them, that she sensed there was some great sense of
peace and fulfillment waiting for her through them.

Ralph was beginning to feel uncomfortable, as if he were eavesdropping
on a therapy session of some kind, the questions and answers playing
back and forth between his lovely wife and this mysterious man.
Finally, with no preamble, he heard the man tell his wife to spread
her legs. She hesitated only a moment, caught off quard by the
suddenness of the instruction, but she leaned back and complied, her
skirt working up her thighs revealing her naked, bald sex beneath. The
man then instructed her to begin stroking her clit and as she began to
do so, he began stating a series of rules which, he said, he expected
her to follow.

The first was that she should dispose of all of her panties when she
got home. That from now on she would not be wearing them. Ralph could
see that this excited her as she squirmed in the chair and her fingers
moved quicker on her sex. He then told her that she should stop
masterbating unless he gave her specific permission to do so. She
moaned, a small protesting whimper but muttered "Yes Sir". Finally he
told her that he would be giving her a list of items which she would
have to purchase, which she would need whenever he felt the need to
have her do so. Breathlessly she nodded and whispered "Sir, I'm going
to cum."

Immediately he told her to stop touching herself. Again she moaned but
removed her hand from her sex, visibly slumping in the chair, her
breath hard and fast. He told her to stand up and remove her clothes.
She rose, a bit unsteadily, and reached for the zipper at the side of
the short skirt...

Suddenly the scene jumped to what appeared to be a large finished
basement. There, standing in the middle of the room, her arms pulled
high up over her head and bound together in what looked like a pair of
wide cuffs of some kind attached to a rope that trailed up out of the
top of the image, was his wife, completely naked, her face half
covered with a black blindfold. The camera tipped slowly down to
reveal that her legs were widely spread, the ankles wrapped in another
set of some sort of cuffs and attached to either end of a long, sturdy
looking bar. The image then zoomed out to show her entire body and a
moment later the man stepped from behind the camera, moving next to
her. He reached out and gently stroked her breasts, one by one,
causing her to moan deeply and shudder. Then his fingers closed slowly
on one of her taut nipples and he squeezed. She whimpered and gasped
and her body shuddered. Even while holding tightly to the nipple he
raised a hand behind her and brought it down against her backside with
a resounding slap. She cried out, her hips jutting forward under the
impact. He spanked her again and now she was whimpering. In less than
a minute she was sobbing under the punishment. Ralphs stomach was
turning flips, stunned at the sight of his beautiful wife being
subjected to such abuse, but even as an anger began to boil up inside
him he heard her cry out "Sir, I'm cumming!" just before she emitted a
loud, wailing scream, her entire body shuddering deeply.

Ralph sagged in the couch, the anger dying and replaced by a dull,
aching hopelessness. How could she have enjoyed what had just happened
to her. He simply could not comprehend it. He merely stared fixedly at
the screen and watched, unable to understand what he was seeing.

For the next hour the tape consisted of a series of scenes, each more
incomprehensible than the last. Ralph watched his wife tied face down
on something that looked to him like a smaller version of a vaulting
horse, her bottom criss-crossed with some sort of many-tailed whip,
and even a thin cane which left it covered with angry-looking red
welts.

In another scene, he watched her bound, her arms pulled back and fixed
to her ankles, causing her back to bow uncomfortably, while he sat
next to her on the floor and dripped melted candle wax onto her
backside. With each drop she squealed and shivered but when he stopped
and blew out the candle she sighed as if disappointed.

There were several such scenes, one showing her tied on her back on a
coffee table while he lightly and gently stroked her sex with one hand
and gave slow, firm tugs on a chain whose either end were fixed to
wicked looking clamps that held her nipples tightly. Giving one firm
pull on the chain she again cried out and managed to scream
"Cummmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnngggg!!!" before she sagged back on the table,
spent and exhausted.

Finally, the last scene focused on some sort of den, not unlike the
one in which he was now seated. This time the man was on the couch,
leaning back in a relaxed posture, his arms along the back of the
couch. Debra stepped from behind the camera, still naked, her hands
now linked together before her, still wearing the cuffs. She stepped
in front of where he sat and sank to her knees before him, looking
very much like an eager, obedient pet.

He spoke to her quietly, so quietly the words were garbled on the
soundtrack, but Debra nodded, solemnly at first, then with growing
eagerness. Finally she reached up with her linked hands and undid the
mans belt, sliding his zipper down and reaching into the opening to
allow his large, already hard member to spring forth. Ralph watching,
transfixed, as she bent slowly down and took it in her mouth, gently
at first, her lips closing around the huge head of it, her head
bobbing slightly as she suckled on it. Then suddenly the man reached
down and slid his fingers under her hair, grabbing her at the scruff
of the neck and pulling her face up, as if she was a kitten. She
gasped loudly, her body tensing, but he pulled her up and forward,
until she was kneeling on either side of his legs on the couch. He
slid down further, his cock now pointed upwards, until it brushed
against her sex. He pulled her head down and whispered something in
her ear. Ralph could see her nod and whimper and then, with a small
cry, she thrust herself down, impaling herself deeply on his hard
member... on his cock, Ralph realized... and within moments she was
riding him, hard and fast, this strange mans cock plunging deep into
her with every stroke. And then, through her moans, she began to cry
out.

"Fuck me, Sir! Oh God, fuck meeeeeee! Pleeeeeease, Sir, pleeeeease....
oh God, cum inside me! Oh Sir, please, cum inside me! Oh my Master!!!!
I love you!!!!"

And she wailed, her body stiffenly and shuddering even as he was
spraying deep inside her, as they came together, a pair of wanton
animals rutting in a mutual, explosive pleasure. And at that moment
Ralph felt a flash rush through him and he too was coming,
untouched...

(more stories at:
http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/jon_thompson_3/adult01.htm


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