From puzzle500@aol.com Mon Mar 10 14:12:41 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!portc02.blue.aol.com!newstf02.news.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: puzzle500@aol.com (Puzzle500) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Willing Slave (hus/wif/drug) Date: 10 Mar 1997 19:12:41 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 318 Message-ID: <19970310191200.OAA04407@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com "My husband loves me very much, and I love him. Please, I don't want to do anything that would hurt him." It was my wife talking. I was watching a video tape that had been left on my doorstep. Earlier in the day my wife Michelle had left for her usual Saturday morning workout, or so I had believed. For the past three months she never missed her regular "workout". My palms began to feel sweaty as I watched the tape continue. "Michelle, Michelle...I know you're frightened right now, but that's a good thing. You know you have no choice but to obey; so if you don't want to hurt your husband, just do what you're told. Now take off your clothes, nice and slowly." The man's voice was soft and deep; he was the one behind the camera. He slowly circled my wife as she unbuttoned her blouse, panned up and down her body as she lowered her shorts. She stood there trembling, innocent arms trying vainly to cover her flesh. "Michelle, don't stop. Take it all off. Slowly." "Please don't..." she shook her head "no", and tears came to her red eyes. But she complied, and was standing there naked. "Arms up, hands behind your head." Again she complied. The tears seemed to stop, and she began to have a far-away look in her eyes. As upset as I was at seeing this humiliation of my wife, I couldn't help but notice how erotic it was, how lewd my wife looked being forced to stand naked in front of a camera. "You say you love your husband, yes?" she nodded slowly, and her eyes rimmed with tears again. "Then you must do everything I command. You will obey me in everything, do you understand?" "yes." the answer came out in a very small voice. "Kneel down, Michelle. Show me how much you want to obey me and save your marriage." I watched from the man's perspective as my naked wife knelt down in front of this man; she pulled out his cock and sucked it. After a few minutes of this, he commanded her to look up, look into the camera as he came. She swallowed, but it was more than she could handle; she continued looking directly into the camera as she swallowed and nearly choked. What she couldn't take ended up smeared across her face and dribbled down her chin. His hand reached into view and he rubbed his cum around her face, down her neck, on her forehead and into her hair. "There, now. You are the purist picture of a slut. Look into the camera my slut. Tell the camera that you're doing this to save your marriage." She did. "Now tell the camera that you enjoyed it. Pretend this video is going to your husband. Tell him you enjoyed it, and that you're doing it all for him." "No, please, you said you wouldn't involve him! Please no!" He grabbed her by the hair, firmly yanking her head up. "Obey me Michelle, or you know the consequences." Suddenly the fire went out of her again. "Mike, husband...I'm doing this for us. I have no choice." "And?" the man prompted. Her head dropped. "and I'm enjoying this." "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it? In just a few weeks of this, you'll actually be meaning it. The tape flickered then; it had been stopped and started again. This time it was my wife again, but she was in different clothes. That's when I noticed that the video had a time stamp. I rewound it quickly to see the first time stamp. It was three months ago, when she first started her Saturday workouts! I continued to watch the tape; it was filled with segments of her being degraded and humiliated. Eventually, the man came out from behind the camera and got more fully into the act of sexually abusing my wife. He was a tall man, well built and dark. But I didn't recognize him. He fucked my wife in every way imaginable, had her tied up in many ways; and at the end of each "session", he brought a syringe to her arm and injected her with something. After about five of the sessions, he began to refer to the "shot"; telling her to beg for it, making her act more and more slutty, having her do worse and worse things for her shot. She did it all, too...she begged for it, began to offer herself in many degrading ways; and she would look so incredibly content and happy when she'd get the shot at the end. After a while, he began to have her thank him *after* the shot, starting with another blow job, and then having her kiss him intimately. Once she even begged to make love to him, thanking him for the shot. What hit me the hardest was that she volunteered it, he didn't ask for it. The tape was near the end. The man had just finished fucking my wife and had her lick him clean. He handed her the syringe, letting her give herself the shot. He put on a robe and turned to the camera, keeping my naked wife still in view on the bed in the background. "Well, Michael, I think it's about time. Time for us to meet. As you've been able to see, I've taken your wife over the past few months and turned her into my own private sex toy. I'm sure this is all quite a shock for you, but you need to keep it together. I'm at the point where I could sell your wife now. She will willingly do anything she's told...by those who know how to control her." he turned to my wife who was lying back on the bed, looking so incredibly sexy with that well-fucked slut look. "Isn't that right, my whore? You will do anything. Tell your husband who owns you now." "You own me, Master. I'll do anything you wish." Then, as an afterthought: "I'm sorry Michael. But I have no choice. No choice now. I have to be his whore." "Well, there you have it, straight from the slut's mouth. But I'm a relatively fair man, and since she *is* your wife, I thought I'd give you a chance to hold on to your marriage. I'm taking her to the docks this afternoon to put her on a ship. I have a buyer for her in Asia. American whores go for quite a bit over there. If you want to save your marriage, come to the corner of 31st and Oak by four o'clock. Answer the pay phone. If you aren't there, then this will be the last you see of this fine slut." That was the end of the tape. I looked at the clock and nearly fainted. It was a quarter to 4. I had no time to think about the consequences, I had to hurry! ** I made it in time to the phone, and from there was given instructions on how to get to a specific warehouse. As instructed, I went in through a small steel door that was unlocked. The entire area was deserted; it looked like it came out of a horror movie. It was dark inside the warehouse, but appeared empty. There was a table in the center of the bay; on the table was a note..in my wife's writing. It said that I would see nobody until I cuffed my hands to the chain over my head. Looking up, I saw the chain with a pair of manacles attached to it. As of yet, I had no time to think about what I was doing; but the reality of being made physically helpless began to hit me. But after pausing for a moment, I realized that I had nothing to bargain with; I had to do what they wanted. The "click" of the manacle locking onto my wrist hit home. I thought I would throw up as I locked in my other wrist. After about ten minutes, just as panic was about to take hold, I heard footsteps. It was Michelle! She was approaching alone; but the thrill I felt at seeing her alone was quenched quickly. She was naked; chains on her legs, causing her to take small steps. There was a manacle on each wrist, although her arms were free for the moment. I was stunned to see that her nipples had been freshly pierced, still a little drop of blood on one; d-rings had been run through the nipples. Her face was coated with make-up; thick rouge on the cheeks, heavy blue eye shadow, and bright red lipstick. Her eyes were glassy, but she had an incredibly sexy smirk. Without saying a word, she knelt before me, pulled my slacks and underwear down, then proceeded to suck me. "Michelle, stop..we've got to get out of here! Help me get loose, and we'll go." But she didn't stop, she kept sucking. Even with the danger we were in, my cock responded to her wet mouth. "Dammit, Michelle...stop it..I mean it!" I looked in the direction from which she had come, but it was too dark to see. I realized she had succeeded in removing my shoes and then my pants. Suddenly, strong hands gripped my ankles from behind, quickly cuffing one to the floor. My other ankle was pulled to the side, spreading my legs wide open; it was cuffed to the floor too. As I tried to see who was behind me, a bright light was suddenly turned on and aimed into my face. My wife continued to suck, as if nothing else mattered. "I'm glad to see you made it." It was the voice of the man in the tape. The man who had taken my wife. "Who are you?" "I'm your new Master, Michael." "The hell you are. I'll kill you when I get down from here." He laughed softly and pulled my head back. His breath and voice was in my ear. "You won't think that way by the time I'm through with you. Remember your slut wife? She didn't want to obey me either. But now I own her. I'll own you too, very soon." I tried reason. "Listen, all I want is my wife. Just let her go, and I'll forget about everything." He was still there at my ear, his voice softer than ever. "No, I'm afraid not. She doesn't want to go anyway. Do you, Michelle? Who owns you Michelle?" She looked up at him, her lipstick smeared around her face. "You own me Master. I'll do anything you say." "What about your husband?" he asked. "You can have him too." Then she looked at me. "Do what he says, love; it'll be okay, you'll see. Just obey him." Her lips then wrapped back around my cock. "You see Michael? She's all mine, and now she wants me to have you, too." "Damn you." I spit out. "Shit." I realized that Michelle had ignited the fire inside of me that precedes orgasm. "You don't really wish for me to sell your wife as a whore, now do you Michael?" Now his hands were massaging my shoulders, rubbing deeply. They were on my arms, caressing my muscles, around my chest and down my stomach. "No, I don't want you to sell her." "I'll make a deal with you then. I won't sell her. But you have to do something for me." Michelle's hands were massaging my balls, then cupping my asscheeks. I couldn't help but give in a little to the desire inside. "What? What do you want from me?" "I have complete control over your wife. The drugs I've introduced into her system require my constant maintenance. She knows that, but is so addicted to them that she can't possibly go without them now. I want you to be my slave too. No drugs. A willing slave. As long as I'm pleased with you, I promise not to sell your wife. But if you fail me, I'll take her away in an instant. If you try to harm me, your wife will most likely go into a coma, with severe brain damage. If you try to bring in others to "help" you out of your predicament, I'll sell her and/or take away her drug supply. Do you understand?" His hands massaged my shoulders again, then worked their way down my back. I hesitated. I didn't know what to say, what to do. It appeared that I had no way out. "I can't do that. You're mad. Please...." but there was no conviction in my voice. "It would only be for a year. At the end of the year, I'm sure I'll be tired of the both of you. After the year is up, I'll slowly wean your wife off of the drugs, and then you can both live however you want after that." My wife was still sucking, and now her hands had begun to spread my cheeks. One hand reached in, teasing my back opening. She looked up at me as she sucked, sensuously running her tongue around the head of my cock. She cocked her head to the side and nodded her head. Then she looked back down and sucked wholeheartedly again. Suddenly there was a lubricated finger penetrating my ass. "Just give in to me, Michael. Just give it up. See how good it feels? It's just for a year. Save your wife from being sold. Obey me." I was shaking my head "no", but my body was responding. I knew I was getting close to orgasm, and as I tried to close my ass to the intruding finger I began to breathe harder. "Just say yes, Michael. Just give in. Say it. Say you'll obey me. You really have no choice." "Yessss." I hissed out. "I'll do whatever you say." His finger slipped out, and his lubricated hands caressed my crack. "Beg me. Beg me to use you and your wife. Beg me to take you." I groaned. "Please...........please.....I'll do whatever you say. Use me..use us." I was nearly crying. I felt him enter me; I thought he would split me in half, and then I felt him push in past his head. He slowly filled me up, and I felt every inch. The submission I felt right at that moment was unreal; I was nothing at that moment, and he was everything. As he reached the furthest part of me, he commanded: "Call me Master." "Master." I came instantly, filling my wife's mouth. She continued to suck, driving me to the brink of insanity. Five minutes later, or five hours later..I don't know nor do I care...He filled my ass with his hot sperm. The humiliation I felt at that moment was complete. I was no longer in control.