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                           The Visitors

                          by QuantumLeap


                             Part VIII

Later that evening, I was led to our garage, still bound and naked. I
was surprised to see a black limousine waiting, just barely able to
fit in the small, dark space. Chris and David opened the right rear
door and heaved me inside, slamming it behind me. The interior was
luxurious, mostly soft, black leather, accented by scarlet carpet and
velvet trim. The compartment was spacious, my seat facing another long
leather sofa. Across from me sat the monster, sprawled in the center
of the heavily cushioned seat. He smiled quietly as he watched my
reaction to the scene before me.

My wife lay on her back, stretched out over the entire length of the
seat, her hips elevated, resting directly on his lap. She wore a
deeply cut tunic made entirely of transparent red lace. It came to
just above her navel, displaying her flat, soft belly and freshly
shaved genitals. Her firm, sculptured legs moved restlessly as she
worked her toes into the velvet trim of the opposite door. Eyes
closed, she rolled her head slowly from side to side as she ran her
fingers through her silky, dark hair. Now and then, soft purring
sounds caused her supple throat to tense slightly as she adjusted
herself on his powerful hips. She appeared heavily drugged, completely
immersed in a sea of pleasure.

He stroked her body with expert hands. Moving down her swaying legs, he
stopped, then returned his caresses up along her inner thighs.
Avoiding her pussy, he continued along the creases of her groin,
causing her to inhale sharply as he passed over soft, sensitive
secrets, once shared with me alone. His fingers brushed her abdomen,
playing, teasing, but never quite reaching the waiting slit between
her legs.

As he played with her, the lips of her pussy opened and stiffened, so
engorged with blood that they rose above her elevated hips in obscene
relief. Her clitoris jutted over them like a small penis, visibly
throbbing in time to her racing pulse. Occasionally he would wet his
finger with her juices, then gently trace the folds of her inner labia,
causing her to stiffen and moan loudly. He carefully avoided her clit,
allowing her hunger to build, saving her for what was to come.

The car had begun to move, but the darkened windows made it impossible
to tell where we were headed. As she enjoyed his caresses, he spoke to
me while we sped through the night.
"Tonight we hold a ceremony of great importance to me. We will travel
to a sacred place where my "family" will gather. Your sweet wife will
formally denounce and reject you, our version of divorce. She will then
become my bride and property before you and my people. This ritual will
completely sever her physical desire for you. She may stay with you if
she wishes, but you will never satisfy her again. Her body will belong
to me forever, to use as I see fit."

Tears fell from the corners of my eyes as I watched her respond to his
touch. Could he really do this? Was he just some madman leading another
warped cult? Terror gripped me as I remembered his ability to enter our
minds, and the impossible changes in David's and Chris' physical
appearance as they ravished my wife over the past days.

After a long drive, the car finally slowed to a stop. He continued to
stroke my wife as she became increasingly aroused. I noticed that her
left hand was busy in his lap, kneading and grasping his erection
through his clothes. "This is where you get out," he announced. The
door opened suddenly and with one giant hand, he shoved me out of the
car. I landed hard in the dirt, stunned as I watched the shiny black
limo pull away into the darkness.

I was quickly wrestled to my feet by a small group of men dressed in
red robes and the familiar Mardi Gras masks. I was dragged a short
distance to the edge of a dense, dark woods, then along a trail that
led to a large open circle filled with people, all dressed in similar
costumes. They watched as I was carried to a large stone circle in the
center of the clearing. Embedded in the stone floor were two huge
wooden beams, forming the shape of a large X, rising into the night
sky. I struggled, terrified, as my feet were tied to heavy ropes,
passing through pulleys at the top of each beam. I was then hoisted by
my ankles, my legs spread as my feet were drawn to each end of the
crossed beams. My hands were then tied to the bottom of each beam,
stretching my arms to the limit. Hanging upside-down, I saw the crowd
gather around me in anticipation. Lighted torches blazed at the
perimeter the clearing, and hundreds of candles burned on the stone
floor in front of me. The fear was paralyzing as I was suspended, naked
and vulnerable, before this depraved audience.

Chills covered my body as I heard a low chanting begin. The crowd
parted in front of me, reciting ominous alien phrases. Through the dim
light, I could make out the monster and my wife approaching me. He
looked larger and more terrifying than I had ever seen him. His face
was concealed by a horrific mask with huge horns and bulging eyes. He
was naked, except for a small red thong that barely covered his
egg-sized testicles and bursting erection. The moonlight and candles
highlighted every muscle, as all eyes followed his impressive body.

My wife was almost unrecognizable. Her eyes were wide with lust and
excitement as she walked beside him, her small hand in his. She wore
the same red lace tunic, but with several additions. Her hair was piled
on top of her head, held in place by red ribbons and a long red bridal
veil which fell over her radiant face. The twenty foot red train that
trailed behind her was held in place by a small red thong that opened
in front to display her swollen vulva. The bright red of her "bridal
gown" seemed to glow in the light of the hundreds of burning candles
around her. Her distended genitals and nearly naked body, clothed in
this hideous gown, added to the perverse atmosphere of the occasion.

They stopped several feet in front of me. Removing her veil, he brought
his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. Her soft moan sent a murmur
through the crowd. He released her, turning her to face me. Her eyes
were fixed on mine as he removed her train and thong with a swift tug.
I looked up at her, amazed at the flow of juices from her gaping pussy.
The torches lighted her from the back, revealing every curve of her
body through the thin lace. Her large breasts and hard nipples strained
against the lace, nearly bursting it with every deep breath.

He stood back as she approached me on the rack. Reaching out, she
gently pulled my penis and balls aside with her left hand. In her right
hand was a small capsule which she slowly inserted into my ass. I felt
a warmth spread through my gut as she watched me patiently. He moved
behind her, licking her neck and ears as they watched me respond.

Very soon I knew this was the same drug he used on her, so many times
before. Within minutes I had the hardest erection of my life. It jerked
and throbbed as droplets of pre- cum fell on my stomach and face. My
hips moved involuntarily as I struggled to find relief. The crowd
started to chant again as they watched me thrust my cock back and
forth, more of my fluids falling to the stone floor. It was maddening!
How did my wife stand the doses he gave her?

He turned her to face him, then spoke.
"You have reached a crossroads, a place to which you can never return.
You will spill his seed one last time. Your beautiful body will never
again give him pleasure. You will crave only my mouth, my body, my
cock. You will live to be my slut and slave."
Staring into his eyes, she took her oath.
"I will never again give him pleasure. I crave only your mouth, your
body, and your cock. I live to be your slut and slave."

He handed her a small glass goblet. She accepted it and came close to
me, inches away. In a slow, rhythmic, motion, she began to rub her
dripping cunt against me. Her juices flowed down my chest as she pushed
harder against me. As she began to moan, she took my cock in her right
hand and began to pump. I came within seconds, shooting a heavy stream
of cum into the goblet in her other hand. She quickly took both
testicles into her mouth while she milked my spurting cock into the
goblet. As she tongued my balls, I came a second time, adding another
sticky load to the glass. When she saw my cum stop, she sucked the head
of my cock into her mouth and milked me for several minutes more,
spitting every drop of my sperm into the goblet.

"Do you reject him totally, completely, as long as you shall live?"
As she looked into his eyes, a single tear ran down her cheek.
Horrified, he ripped into her brain, ranting and screaming, killing all
resistance. She winced slightly, then said the words.
"I reject him totally and completely, as long as I shall live."
"You may now show us proof of your oath. Will you give him pain while I
give you pleasure?"
"Yes"
Placing the glass of sperm on a large raised stone nearby, she faced me
again, taking one of my testicles in each hand. He moved close behind
her, stroking her firm ass. She began to squeeze my balls, her
fingertips finding the most sensitive spots almost immediately. The
familiar agony returned - aching, burning, searing pain. He reached
under her and took her hard clitoris between his fingers. She cried
out, stabbing more violently at my balls as her orgasm approached. She
sought and found the sensitive cords higher in my scrotum, pinching and
milking the exposed nerves running along them. I was screaming now, the
loud chanting of the crowd drowning out my shrieks of agony.

As he rolled her clit, he inserted a finger into her ass, making her
orgasm at once. She screamed and thrashed while he held her tightly,
one finger in her ass, the others dancing over her throbbing, exposed
cunt. She clung to my balls as she spasmed, pulling my body away from
the heavy beams that held me, then smashing me back onto the hard
supports. As I lost consciousness, I looked up to see her head turned
back over her shoulder, kissing him as he continued to play with her
sopping cunt.

I was rudely revived when one of the robed men dowsed my limp body with
a bucket of ice cold water. Apparently, I was not to miss any of the
ceremony that followed. I looked up along my stretched, naked body,
surprised to see my penis still hard and twitching. An occasional
droplet of pre-cum fell from its tip to the cold stone platform beneath
me. Thin trickles of blood ran from my burning scrotum, past my
erection, mixing with the drying pre-cum on my stomach. I was afraid to
imagine the damage she had inflicted to my testicles as she was racked
with the violent orgasm.

Two robed women approached the stage. Between them walked a slim young
girl, trancelike in her movements. As they came closer, I recognized
her as the blonde wife he had initiated in our home the previous night.
She was thin, not quite skinny, except for her large jutting breasts
topped with tiny hard nipples. Her ivory skin seemed to glow,
reflecting the light from the full moon overhead. She was naked, except
for a heavy leather collar with a large brass ring attached to the
front. Her wrists and ankles were circled by similar leather bands with
rings. A short length of scarlet rope bound her wrists to her collar,
her raised arms still unable to conceal her large breasts. Another rope
was tied between rings on her ankle bands, allowing her only small,
careful steps as she approached. Her shaved pussy was unfolded, a
button of a clitoris straining to emerge from its juicy hood. Her
smooth inner thighs twitched as she walked, trying to find relief from
the powerful drugs that fired her. Panting heavily, her tiny waist drew
attention to her white, flat belly as it sucked in and out with each
deep breath. Terror consumed her as she took in the scene before her,
but the drugs forced her body to obey.

He faced my wife again, hands stroking her sensitive neck.
"Use this vessel to dispose of your husband's final seed. When it is
gone, you will no longer desire pleasure in his presence. Your
beautiful body will respond to me only, longing for me constantly,
always obeying me."
"I long for you constantly, always obeying," she repeated.

Retrieving the goblet from the stone, she offered it to the shaking
young blonde. Entering her mind, he commanded, "DRINK THE FINAL SEED OF
HER LOST HUSBAND. BREAK THEIR TIE AS YOURS WAS SO EASILY SEVERED."
Hands shaking, she took the goblet, raising it to her parted lips.
Tilting the glass, she felt the warm, thick paste enter her mouth. She
swallowed repeatedly, choking as the sticky cum slid down her throat.
Finally, she took the goblet from her lips as the last drops of my
semen entered her belly.

The monster turned to face his audience, announcing, "Bring him to me."
Two large robed men dragged a third man to the stone circle. The leader
removed the man's mask, revealing the face of the young blonde's
husband.
"You have tried to deceive me. You can not hide your betrayal of our
family, just as you could not conceal the betrayal of your own wife. I
will now take payment for your feeble deception."
The man proclaimed his innocence and begged for mercy as he was
stripped and tied, spread-eagled, to the massive stone at the circle's
center. His drugged wife watched helplessly, tears streaming down her
face.

The monster turned to my wife, probing her mind, teaching her how to
proceed. She looked into his angry eyes for a short time, then walked
slowly to the stone alter. Kneeling between the struggling man's legs,
she held out the small, sharp scalpel he had given her. The man
screamed in terror as she began to work.

Quickly and deliberately she opened his shrinking scrotum, slitting the
small pouch down the middle. Pulling back the skin, she retrieved a
gray testicle, painfully stretching its cord from his body. With a
practiced nick, she severed the pulsing egg and placed it on his chest,
allowing him to watch it die. She repeated the procedure on the
remaining testicle, placing it along side the first.

His screams were hideous. I was terrified that I might be next. He
appeared to weaken as the blood streamed from his crotch. His screams
turned to quiet moans as he stared into space, delirious. As he
quieted, my wife climbed onto his bleeding body, straddling his
abdomen. She began to grind her leaking pussy into him with savage
thrusts. Each time she drove her frantic pelvis into him, he moaned
louder, the blood leaving his limp body more quickly as her muscular
buttocks rotated against his lower abdomen. His body jerked as she
orgasmed, thrashing and pounding him with her strong hips and ass.
Recovering quickly, she stood beside him, holding one of his severed
balls in each hand.

The monster led the terrified blonde to where my wife stood, beside the
stone platform.
"This is the price of infidelity and deception."
He nodded at my wife, anger still filling his eyes. As both husband and
wife watched, she closed her long fingers around the firm organs,
crushing them with a sudden squeeze.

As the monster raised his arms and looked up into the night, the stone
floor began to shake. The large alter began to crack and the stone
circle around it vibrated and crumbled. The stone around the alter
disintegrated, opening a shaft eight feet in diameter. The alter
collapsed and fell into the deep well, carrying the blonde's screaming
husband into a swirling vortex of steam and smoke. The crowd chanted
loudly as a thick column of twisting fog exited the shaft and extended
up into the night.

"Come, my children," invited the giant, smiling. Chris and David
scampered to him from out of the darkness, waiting eagerly by his side.
"She is my gift to you. Do what you wish with her."
Removing the ropes from young blonde's wrists and ankles, he released
her pale shaking body to them.

They pounced on her like wild animals. David held her shoulders,
licking her face and breasts while Chris held her legs in the air as he
stood between them. They pulled her violently in opposite directions,
her terrified screams rising over the endless chanting. Chris worked
his way to her wet, swollen cunt, placing the head of his immense cock
at the entrance. With a quick shove, he filled her, enjoying her sudden
moans of pleasure. David's tongue entered her mouth, exploring the
depths of her body as it slowly snaked down her delicate throat.

They danced around the forbidding pit as they held her body in the air
between them. Chris repeatedly buried just over half of his enormous
cock in her, pounding the giant head against her tight cervix with each
thrust. Her small body was stretched and twisted, her mind reeling in
the confusion of the pleasure and pain she received. Chris' thrusts
became more violent, tearing the delicate tissues of her cervix and
vagina. As he began to fill her with his sperm, his cock tore through
her cervix, painfully penetrating her womb. She howled as the pain
overcame all other sensations. His hot cum filled her as they leaped
over the edge of the shaft and disappeared into the steaming vortex
below. She belonged to them now, condemned to an eternity of pain and
pleasure, taken to a place where they would share her with others even
more experienced in the torture of her young body.

Immediately the ground began to shake a second time. The pillar of
dense fog was sucked back into the shaft as the stone floor began to
reform. Within minutes, the stone had returned to its stark appearance,
the ancient alter reappearing before my eyes. For the first time
tonight, silence blanketed the clearing in the dark woods. The audience
stood quietly, waiting for their leader to speak.

He stood facing them, my wife by his side. Their perfect bodies stood
like sculptures in the flickering candle light. He broke the silence
with his commanding voice.
"I have come before you tonight to wed this succulent woman. You will
be witnesses to our vows, our bond, and our lust for each other. To
become part of our family is a rare and special privilege. We make our
vows with respect and reverence to those most dear to us."

He turned to face my wife, her dazed eyes fixed on his. Running his
large hands over her shoulders and neck, he stroked her hair, beginning
his vows.
"I will satisfy you in every way. I will possess you and protect you. I
will pleasure you as no other man can. I will take you places yet
unimagined and return you more of a woman than any man can know."

Trembling with excitement, she began.
"I discard the flesh that was once my husband. He will never again know
the warmth of my body or the pleasure I can give. I will satisfy you
and you alone in every way. I will submit to you completely, body and
mind. I will be your wife and slut, giving myself to others at your
whim. I will follow you to places unimagined and return, sharing new
heights of ecstasy unknown to all but you.

He pulled her close to him, their mouths meeting, as she ran her hands
over his neck and massive shoulders. She welcomed his skilled tongue
deeply into her mouth as she pressed her breasts and cunt against his
hard body. She could feel his stiff erection against her belly as she
moved her hands over the familiar contours of his narrow, muscular ass.
I watched, sickened, as their passionate embrace continued for several
minutes.

He broke the embrace, again addressing his audience.
"We now invite you to share our first coupling as husband and wife. We
offer this display as proof of our vows and as a gesture to you of our
respect and belonging to our family."
She raised her arms over her head to allow him to remove the red lace
tunic. As he lifted it over her head, the crowd gasped at the sight of
her firm, chiseled body. Excited by the crowd's response, she quickly
peeled the elastic thong down his thick thighs, exposing his raging
cock and huge balls. She dropped to her knees, sucking the hard, purple
head into her mouth. She felt him grasp her by the hair, gently lifting
her back to her feet.
"It seems my new wife is impatient to begin!" he laughed. The audience
returned his laughter, forgiving her mistake.

He carried her to the alter, carefully laying her on the cold stone.
She immediately opened her legs, inviting him to take her. He stood
between her outstretched legs, watching her, waiting for the words. She
looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Fuck me," she whispered. "They
must hear you so they can share this," he coached. "Fuck me, please
fuck me!" she cried. "Make me cum! Cum in me, my husband!"

He lowered himself to her waiting body, slowly sliding the length of
his cock into her. She responded with a satisfied, "Yessss, oh
yesssss!" He slowly withdrew from her, his bobbing penis suspended
above her writhing hips. Clasping it with both hands, she moved the
purple head to her cunt and inserted it. Fingering his balls, she
pulled him closer, filling herself a second time with the full length
of his cock. He remained motionless, his organ buried deep within her
as he smiled down at her.
"Do you want my seed inside you, wife?"
"Please, fill me with your seed, husband."
He worked his hips in circles, keeping his penis deep inside her. My
wife moaned openly as he massaged her clitoris with fevered gyrations.
Her hands clutched his ass as she tilted her hips up to him, exposing
her swollen genitals to his grinding motion. Lowering his face to her,
their mouths met in a hungry kiss. He began to stroke her with his
cock, continuing to rotate his hips. She moaned louder as his immense
body covered her, his strong hands holding her beautiful face.

Soon her body began to shake as she released a constant, loud moan. Her
hips bucked wildly into his plunging cock, her fingers digging into his
muscular buttocks. He kept his mouth over hers as she came, as if
trying to ingest each of her muffled moans and cries. As she orgasmed,
his body stiffened, then began to release a gush of semen into her. The
hot stream of cum against her cervix sent her body into frenzied
spasms, intensifying her continuing orgasm to a level she had not
imagined. Cum leaked from her as her vagina overflowed, sending a small
river of semen down the side of the alter.

I was sickened by the view above them from where I was tied. His
massive body covered her from neck to crotch. The only parts of my wife
visible to me were her sweet face as her tongue wrestled with his in
their passionate kiss, and her long, firm legs as they squirmed and
flexed under him. Thick wads of cum ran from between her legs to the
edge of the alter, then spilled over the side, forming an expanding
puddle on the stone floor below.

While she came, he pulled his mouth from hers, turning her face toward
the audience to allow them to watch her joy as he sustained her
orgasm. She gasped and moaned loudly now, feeding the crowd with her
unrestrained passion. Applause rose from the murmuring crowd as they
showed her their appreciation.

Finally, their bodies stilled and relaxed. Panting, they rested,
recovering from the marathon of lust. After a few minutes, he rose to
his feet and faced the excited crowd. His long penis hung to mid thigh,
wet with his cum and my wife's juices.
"My wife and I thank you for witnessing our sacred event. You may now
receive our gift to you for your attendance."
A line formed at the foot of the alter as he led his followers, one by
one, to a position between my wife's open legs. Kneeling, they lowered
their mouths to her sopping cunt, drinking a small portion of their
leader's precious seed. She watched, smiling, as every man and woman in
the audience approached to taste her, to savor her new husband's gift
to them.

One by one, the members of the audience disappeared into the dark
woods. When the clearing was deserted, he lifted her in his huge arms
and approached me. He held his prize close to him, her tired head
resting on his wide chest. His cum still dripped from her crotch,
falling to the stone beneath them in thick globs. She nuzzled his
chest, licking him now and then as he cradled her beautiful body. He
watched me for a long time, showing me his victory, making sure I would
remember her surrender to him. Turning, he carried her into the black
night, leaving me tied and alone as thunder rumbled in the distance.
A sudden breeze chilled my naked body as a light rain began to fall,
washing the blood from my chest and belly. After what seemed like
hours, I drifted off into a deep sleep.




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