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Blackmailed Couple Ch. 20

By: rainyseason747



Forward from author: i apologize for the delay; things have been busy, and i haven't been able to devote the time to this like i've wanted. thanks to those who have expressed an interest in continuing; that's what has me wanting to share more. not sure how much longer this will last; one individual has had me interested in starting a new story...so i may start devoting my attention to that. on to the story.....

Chapter Twenty:

A month of whoring

The next morning, everyone slept in late. Both my wife and I were awakened and told to shower; there was nothing spectacular in our leaving. Both of us were very quiet, and humble as we were led to the car by our Master. He had both of us get in the back seat together after he blindfolded us. 

On the way back, he explained to us that he was going to be out of town for the next 4 weeks; not coincidentally, that's the length of time that he'd allowed for the 5 men to have access to Anna.

Anna and I held hands for most of the way back; we were reveling in the fact that we were together. Not much was said for the whole drive.

Upon entering our neighborhood, we were allowed to take off our blindfolds. Master Mark walked us into the house, and it was simply so that he could take the time to kiss my wife deeply, long and hard in front of me, before leaving.

There were no special instructions outside of what he'd already made clear: that Anna was to entertain the men who came, when they showed up at any time, in every sexual way they desired.

The rest of the weekend went by without incident; although I think we were both on edge constantly, wondering if/when someone was going to show up. Not a lot was said about the weekend, although we did talk a little about how things were headed, and what we needed to do to take care of things if/when someone showed up 'for her'. I did most of the talking, humbly indicating that I would take care of keeping the kids busy. Anna had been so sexually exhausted that she really didn't want to talk much about those things. I tried to keep the weekend light, not wanting to make things difficult.

It was Tuesday night though, when we had our first visit. We'd just finished dinner, and were downstairs watching a movie with the kids when the doorbell rang. Both Anna and I looked at each other, and I saw a knowing flush come to her face. I went to the door, and there stood one of the men that I recognized; he was a big fit man, not bad looking, in his early 40s. He was dressed in a suit, and was standing there with a calm, cool smile that turned confident when he saw me.

"Hello Eddie." A simple statement, and he held up his card to show me his name; Trent. Then he flipped the card over, showing the images of my wife, and one of his eyebrows raised expectantly.

My tongue was tied, and I stumbled for words as I let him in the front door. "Um, I'll go get Anna."

"Yes, you do that, eddie." His tone was confident, secure in his knowledge of the power he held.

I hurried back downstairs and whispered to my wife that she had company. She paused to collect herself, then went upstairs, telling the kids that she had to deal with some work stuff and that she'd be back down later. I could see the discomfort in my wife, the same discomfort I was feeling.

About an hour later, I heard the front door close; the kids were completely into the movie, so I went up to check on Anna. The door to the bedroom was closed, so I went in cautiously to make sure that our 'guest' was really gone. Anna was on the bed, still naked. She had her arms wrapped around a pillow, and she was quietly crying with her face buried. One thing I couldn't help but notice was that her body was still flushed from her activity, and I also noticed that she had cum oozing out from her pussy.

Quietly I laid down next to her; putting my arm around her protectively, I asked if she was alright.

Still sobbing softly, she paused before replying. "I don't know if I can keep going, Eddie. I can't keep doing this. Look at me, my god. I feel so cheap, so used."

"Shhh….baby, it's ok, it's ok. You know I love you with all of my heart." I was trying to calm her down, to soothe her.

"I don't know how to stop this honey." Her tears were flowing again. "I don't think we can stop this now."

We laid there for a few minutes in silence while she calmed down; then she told me that Trent hadn't hurt her… he'd just been there to use her. It was simple really; he just had her strip and suck on him for probably 15 minutes before he spent the rest of the time fucking her. It had been constant, and he only came in her once, just moments before he dressed and left in a hurry. 

"I just feel so used, so cheap. I know that's part of what's been turning us on…." And she reached between my legs to feel that yes, I was aroused even now. Feeling my arousal, she paused to kiss me, a loving kiss. With tears in her eyes, she held me close. "I'm so sorry I got us into this baby. How do we get out of this? I don't think we should be like this."

I held her, feeling emotions inside that were conflicting with my desire. "I don't know. I don't know how to stop it. It could be such a mess if we tried to stop now."

She reached down to stroke me some more, but then stopped. "I need to get dressed, and we need to get back down to the kids."

I agreed, reluctantly, and went downstairs while she put herself back together.

Later that night, alone with her in bed, I made love to her. Again, all I could think about was how I was fucking her after another had thoroughly used her…and in our own bed no less. I went down on her, after I'd let go into her… and was very aware that I was licking cum, not just mine.

Two nights later, we had another visitor. It was pretty much the same routine; a man came while we were eating dinner. She stopped eating to answer the door, then she came back to the table with an older man, not overly attractive; I barely remembered him from the party, but he was older, probably in his early 50s, and he was balding. He was also not overly fit, somewhat heavy. He stood behind her with a mild smirk on his face as he kept his eyes on me; she told us that Tom was here and needed to go over some work with her. 

I sat there with the kids, quietly eating, while my wife took him upstairs. After dinner, the kids went out back to play while I cleaned up the kitchen, wanting badly to go upstairs; but I knew not to interrupt. As I was finishing up, Tom came downstairs and left without a word. Anna came down shortly after, and put her arms around me as I dried off my hands.

I didn't know what to say… "Well…?"

"He wanted a blowjob; I sucked him for a while, but he was ready. He wanted me to swallow. Then he wanted me to suck him until he was hard again, and then he took me." She gave a shudder. "He wanted to touch me, was very handsy. He touched me constantly."

She wasn't as upset about it as the last time, almost resigned to being a whore for these men. Her words about the event aroused me again, much to my chagrin. I took her upstairs, and needed to know that I could use her too…. I fucked her hard, not loving. 

It was a fitful night for both of us sleeping.

Friday night went past us, and I think we were both relieved to have no visitors. But Saturday afternoon, the oldest man of the 5 showed up. His name was Charles, and he caught me out in the yard mowing. The kids were up the street at a friend's house; that was information he wanted to know. Anna was inside, but I didn't know what she was doing. He told me to just stay outside and keep mowing, and to keep the kids out of the house.

God how difficult it was to concentrate on mowing. I did it in a haze, as I went over his image again. He was an older man, somewhere in his 60s. There was something about him that made me visualize a pervert, the quiet type who had dark thoughts. Over and over, as I mowed, I was picturing how a dirty old man was in my house fucking my wife.

Inside, Anna was doing laundry in the basement; she was completely surprised when she turned to see an older man standing, leaning against a wall watching her. She opened her mouth to speak when she saw the 'card' that he was playing with idly in his hand. He just looked at her with a cocky confident smirk, and she remembered that he was one who'd sounded so dirty while at the party as he told her that she was going to be his good little girl.

"My name is Charles, Anna. I'm here to enjoy myself this afternoon. Take off your shirt, Anna." It was a solid command, delivered smoothly.

Her face flushed, and she looked around as if to check to see if they were alone. Slowly, she lifted the spaghetti straps and pulled the top off, revealing that she had no bra on. Instantly, her body warmed as she realized her position again. 

He strode over to her as she stood there obediently next to the dryer. His eyes wandered over her young beauty, and his hand reached out to explore her bare breast in an agonizingly slow way. His wicked smile was almost drooling over the younger woman that he had in his power. "Yes, yes. So young, so full of life; are you ready to service Daddy, little girl?"

Her stomach churned at his words, and she knew she was in for perversion. She nodded her head submissively, but that wasn't good enough for him. He slapped her breast once, aggressively. "You answer me, and do it properly, little girl." His tone was harsh, and now she was filled with fear as well as humiliation as she winced from his slap.

She swallowed, and then looked down humbly. "Yes Sir, I'm ready to do as you wish."

He gripped one of her nipples in a pinch, twisting enough to make her gasp. "You're going to learn to obey your Daddy, little girl, and to do it with eagerness; do you understand me, little girl?"

His tone, along with the sudden pain that was making her wince and moan, left her ready to please him. "Yes Daddy, I understand…please."

Without release her nipple, he turned and pulled her sharply along. "Now, show me where your little bedroom is. We have a lot to do this afternoon."

Gasping again, she followed out of necessity. He led her up the stairs, then finally let go as he let her take the lead to take him into the master bedroom.

From the master bedroom, Anna could still hear the mower running; she knew that her husband had to have seen Charles… she wondered if they'd spoken, and she wished badly that she could run to her husband now, and that maybe somehow all of this could stop.


45 minutes later, I had to go in. I was done mowing, and as of yet, I hadn't seen Charles leave or any sign of my wife. I felt that I needed to check on her. I could hear my wife speaking, and it sounded like she was pleading….along with some sniffling, as if she'd been crying.

As I approached the bedroom, I could see Anna…and my mind was blown at the sight I beheld. Anna was on her knees beside the bed, completely naked. Her back was to me, and I could see that her ass was bright red, as if she'd been spanked hard. But what stood out to me was her hair; it was pulled up into two ponytails, sticking out from the side of her head like a little girl's. I could hear her bubbling over, begging. "Please Daddy, please let me be a good girl and suck your big cock. Please Daddy, I promise I'll be good, I promise I'll make you proud of me!" She was saying it over and over. On the bed in front of her was Charles, sitting there before her with a very stern look as he watched her begging; he was also naked, and his cock was semi-hard right before her face. He caught sight of me and interrupted her begging. 

"Ah, Eddie. Do come in, I want you to see how good this little wifey of yours is being for me now that we have things straight."

Anna stopped her begging, but didn't want to turn to see me. I knew she must be overwhelmed with embarrassment, that she was so ashamed. I stepped into the room, humbly, overwhelmed at the sight of my wife in this position. Even as bizarre as it looked, I felt the stirring inside, knowing that my wife was yet again submitting to another man in strange sexual ways.

"Good boy, Eddie. Just take a seat over there off to the side on the floor; in fact, open your pants, and take your little penis out so you can wank on it as you watch your wifey obey me."

God how his words hit me so deeply inside; but I knew to obey. Silently I sat down on the floor, pulling my now hard cock out to stroke myself.

"Now, you were saying little Anna? Or do we need a refresher on what happens when you don't listen to me?"

I saw her pause, trying to collect herself, but then she started in just as she had been when I came up. I watched my wife begging this older man, in an almost girlish voice, begging her "Daddy" to let her please him. She'd stopped her sniffling, and was putting on quite a display; one that was arousing me strongly. 

Suddenly he stopped her, and gave her permission, telling her to "come suckle her Daddy"…. I watched, aching inside, as I saw her take his semi-hard cock into her mouth, as she worked it like a young hungry slut, making him hard. She sucked him for the longest time, and finally he rewarded his "little girl" with a mouthful of his gooey load.

"Good girl, good girl…swallow it all like a good little girl." He said to her as he groaned his release into her. He told her not to stop, to keep sucking him until he was satisfied, sucking every last drop that he had to give her. He finally stopped her, and then turned his attention to me.

"Go over to him now, that boy on the floor, Anna. With my fresh load in that sweet mouth that you just swallowed, go give him a nice wet kiss and thank me for letting you suck my cock. Go on, do it little girl."

Anna crawled over to me; I was still just sitting there, pulling on my manhood, as she got right into my face and thanked him as he said. Then she kissed me deeply. I lost it, while she kissed me; I could still taste his cum on her lips, and I suddenly lost control and started spurting.

He broke out laughing in glee, as he stood and put his clothes back on. Without being told, Anna bent her head down and took my still spasming hardness into her mouth, sucking up what I'd spilled, making me groan in shame.

I sat there leaning against the wall, in a state of exhaustion mixed with so much humiliation as the older man walked over to us. He lifted my wife to a standing position, guiding her by her ponytails; slapping her on the bare ass, his voice was a strong hiss in her face. "Yes, you are a good little girl. I'll be back, sweety; and next time I'm here, you immediately go to the bedroom to prepare yourself. I want you in ponytails, with bright red lipstick, and naked waiting for me on the bed. Do you understand me?"

Anna was completely humbled, completely in the role he wanted as she replied with a meek little girl voice. "Yes Daddy, I understand."

With that, he left. Anna crumbled down next to me, her arms around me, and began sobbing with her shame.

Sunday was not a quiet day. She had two visitors, one was yet another man that hadn't been by before. The other was Tom, the heavier older man. Both were there just to use her quickly.

The next 3 weeks went by, and she had visitors at least every other night. All of the men had taught her their own special desires, and they had her every way they desired. But it wasn't until the last week that Master Nick made his first appearance. I'd almost forgotten that he was one of the Men who had the "rights".

It was during the day on Friday that he'd apparently called Anna, telling her to empty the house of the kids; he made it clear to her that she had to do this, and that she was not to tell me about his planned visit that evening. She followed his orders, so it was with dumbfounded shock when I answered the door around 7PM to see Him standing there. He had a bag in one hand, and just stood there with a solid confident smile on his face. 

Blackmailed Couple Ch. 21



Note from author: This story involves possible non-consensual sexual relationships....it's purely fantasy, and for those who find that offensive, please move on. I'm always open to constructive criticism, but that's for the betterment of the story, not for 'bashing'. Also, for those who seem to enjoy bringing kids into the mix, it's not gonna happen. I don't even find that enjoyable in fantasy. This all relates to a couple who have gotten in over their heads, and will remain on an adult level, not on a foolishly perverted level. For those who seem to continue to read and bash, move on; this is adult erotica, if it's not your taste, then there's plenty out there that can entertain you elsewhere! For the many who have expressed enjoyment, thank you! 

Chapter Twenty One: Revelations Begin

"Good evening Eddie. Aren't you going to invite me into your home?"

I hesitated, still in shock that He was there in our doorway. Instant feelings of shame flooded over me, as all of the memories of the time He'd spent on me at the party came bursting into my mind. I stepped aside, motioning for him to come in.

"Eddie, while you are in my presence, you will answer me, properly. And do not forget to call me Master Nick. Now, please invite me into your home for the evening."

My face flushed, and I knew it was going to be a long evening. "Please, Master Nick...come in to my home."

The affect of the past few weeks of men using my wife in our own home had had a dramatic impact on me. It had really begun to hit home, and I was settling into such a meek role, so full of humiliation that it had begun to seem natural, the way things had to be for me. Maybe that's what Master Nick had been waiting for; for me to be so broken down by the time he arrived, that I wouldn't have any defenses up for His arrival.

He strode past me, setting his bag down beside me as he entered. "Take this up to the bedroom and wait, Eddie. I'll have a look around, but I expect you to be naked and kneeling in the corner of your bedroom when I enter."

I humbly followed his directions, as he went on into the house to explore, as well as to collect my wife. I must have been on the floor kneeling naked for 20 minutes before I heard him approach. My wife entered first, and her face was red and flushed. She was still fully clothed, which surprised me. I was aware of my arousal suddenly; the minute I heard them approach, my humbled and lifeless cock had begun to fill. Behind her came in Master Nick. He had a drink in his hand, and was sipping it as he stood beside the woman I love and watched me.

Taking his time, he addressed me. "Eddie, you're doing very well in all of this, from what I've understood as well as seen for myself. For the past month, you've watched your loving wife become a whore for our special group; I've been in contact with Master Mark, and he's understanding that it's time to move you both to a new level. That's why I'm here. I think you both fully understand that you're obligated now, to continue to obey; there's going to be another meeting, soon, and I'm here to prepare you both for that. Up until now, Eddie, you haven't really been locked down in your private sexual life with your wife." He knelt down in a superior way before me, still sipping on his drink, forcing me to look into his eyes as he spoke. "I can only imagine how it's been for you, to know that your wife is a whore for your superiors to use at their leisure; but now it's time for you to begin to understand that your sexuality, both of yours, is truly under our control."

He stood up then, and walked back over to where my wife was standing; there he began to casually touch her. His hand was on her face, then her neck; it caressed the outside of her body, coming back up to unbutton the front of her blouse. "It's also time for you to understand that Mark is just another person in our group; although he's your Master, and he was the one to bring you in, ultimately you belong to the group. Even Mark doesn't have full control over what happens to you now. He's been grooming you for us; that is a role that he is required to fulfill for us." His words were flooding my mind with fear, even as his hand had now opened her blouse completely. Anna allowed it to be slipped off of her shoulders, falling to the floor in a heap at her feet. I saw her eyes looking down, so humbled; she was even trembling slightly, so I knew his words were hitting home with her as well.

"As I said before, by now you understand that you have an obligation. There is no more choosing, and by the way your wife has fallen into her role as a whore this past month, I think you both understand that. Eddie, our group has very special desires, and having a submissive loving couple such as yourselves is a treat for us. We have plans for the two of you, some you may not like. But you don't have a choice in this." His tone had gathered a bit of strength, and his control over us was sinking all the way in. The fear of what he might say next was keeping me on edge, and I also noticed that my wife's eyes were tearing up. His hand had not stopped touching my wife, even more so as he released the clasp on her bra to expose her breast so lewdly as she stood there topless.

"Tonight, Eddie, your own ability to release your sexual urges will become no longer yours. From here on out, sex with your wife will be completely by our design, as well as your own sexuality. I need you to understand this, and to understand that you have no choice in the matter. To make sure you understand, I'm going to remind you of all of the material that we have on you two. Do you understand, Eddie, that you must obey us in all things? I need to hear you say it, and Anna, you too. So Eddie, tell me."

My head was spinning, even as my cock stood out from between my kneeling legs. God how I hated my body's betrayal. I looked down, contemplating, but already knowing that there was no choice. "Yes Sir...I understand. I understand that we have to obey You in all things."

He stood behind Anna as he set his drink down, one hand pulling an arm behind her, the other reaching around to roughly fondle her bareness. "Anna?"

Her tears were coming down now, knowing that there was nothing she could do, knowing that it was far too late to put a stop to this. "Yes Sir." 

One hand reached up to grasp her throat, in a possessive way. "Little whore, say what it means for you. Tell me you understand. You need to be aware that this means everything, slut. Everything. More than what it's been, far more. Do you know that your own job is ours to control now? Hmm? Do you know that your body is ours, your time is ours, your husband is ours, your life is ours now?"

With a sob, she broke down completely. "Yes Sir, yes.... I know that we belong to you in every way now. I know that we have no choice anymore, at all."

"Good girl, good girl." His voice was somewhat soothing, as he let go of her and whispered for her to completely strip.

Picking up his drink, he continued. "In two weeks, you will both spend the weekend with the core members of our group. There, you will learn the full extent of the changes that are coming." Then a mild smirk came to his lips, as he filled in a small detail that seemed to humor him. "Of course, you will both be branded at that time, in more ways than one. You are both going to forever be marked as our owned little couple."

He stood in front of me, so casually unzipping his pants as my wife finished stripping. Pulling out his now hard cock, he pulled my face to it as he continued telling us of our doom. I knew what to do, I knew there was no choice. Even the humiliation of doing this in front of my wife seemed far way; there was no choice. I opened my mouth, and took him in, going slowly.

He moaned a slight approval, clearly enjoying the power. "Eddie, you have some changes coming your way. I personally will handle your conversion the rest of the way. Your wife... well, I won't spoil the surprises. But your wife will be too busy with her own new life to worry about what's becoming of the 'man' she married.

"The key, you see, for both of you, is for you both to learn that your bodies are not your own. Eddie, your focus is to learn that it's all about The Cock. You are going to learn to understand that, and learn your role in this new life. And you are going to learn that your wife's role is something you have to accept and support. Anna, your focus is going to be that your body does not belong to you; every part of your body, every function, belongs to the group now. What we decide for you is how it will be. Even tonight, you are going to learn that your bodily functions are not your own."

At that point, he pulled out of my mouth; I was almost disappointed, wanting to have that task to keep my mind busy, not wanting to be idle and have to focus on the meaning of everything he was revealing to us. He went to his bag then, and pulled out the items that he planned to utilize.

He told me to get on all fours; handing a black plug to my wife, he instructed her to lubricate my ass and to insert the plug. While she did that, he laid out the next item. It was some kind of leather strap; he wrapped it around my waist, pulling up a section that would hold the plug in place. The front of the device had a metal ring that went around my cock and balls, and then it was buckled in place. I was quickly becoming lost in the full submission of having my body strapped up, feeling the fullness inside of me. He had me crawl across the room to the far corner; there he fastened leather cuffs to each of my limbs, and then those were attached behind my back as I knelt to a pair of bars that were attached in an "X" shape. I was completely immobilized now, in a kneeling position, with a plug in my ass, and my cock throbbing through the ring so visible to them both. A ball gag was the final piece he attached to me. I can't begin to explain the depths of submission that flooded into me in that position. I was helpless, and I knew it. Now his attention turned to my wife, the woman I love with all of my heart; and I knew that there was nothing I would be able to do to help save her.

Her binding was simple; it was a long single leather 'glove' that he slid up her arms as they were behind her back. Laces allowed the glove to be tightened, and her chest was thrust out as he tightened it. He led her to the bed where she was then bent over. From his bag, he grabbed some more equipment, then disappeared into the bathroom.

"Anna, this is the beginning of your training, where you will learn that your body is simply not your own. It's important for you to begin to understand this, because in the end, you are going to fully understand how this body now belongs to the group." With that said, he approached her, and I knew what he had in store. It was an enema. Although I'd never seen any of the equipment first hand, I knew enough to recognize it. He took his time with setting it up, and then took even more time in administering it to her. My angle allowed me to watch it all; I couldn't get over the fact that I was so helpless. I watched her humiliation, saw as she buried her face in the bed with tears, heard her groaning with the discomfort. I could see her belly getting distended as he filled her further and further. It was then that he pulled out a camera, and took pictures of her so lewdly bent over and full; he made sure that she knew what he was doing, having her turn her tear stained eyes to the camera. For good measure, he also took photos of me in my helpless position.

He left her to squirm like that for the longest time, as he went downstairs to fix another drink. When he came back up, he helped her up and into the restroom. I could see as he stood there watching her, without emotion, as she was forced to void herself in front of him. He continued to mention to her that her body was from here on out not her own, that she needed to learn and accept this fact. I could see that he was the one to clean her up, since her hands were still tightly bound behind her back; then he led her back to the bed and proceeded to do it all over again! 

It was killing me, to see my wife so humiliated; even all that we'd done to date, with so many men using her, none of it compared to how much shame I knew she was feeling now. Her sobbing continued, and I could see that she was now in a real sense of 'sub-space'. I doubted she was even really aware of my own presence in the room now. He took her again into the restroom, and this time pictures were taken. Cleaning her up again, he then led her out on very wobbly legs back to the bed. Releasing her arms, he then stripped and joined her on the bed. He held her, kissing her gently, whispering things to her that I couldn't make out. I knelt there, quietly, aching, watching as she answered whispered questions, watching as she kissed him back, watching as they seemed to cuddle like lovers. I felt my own anguish overwhelm me as he made love to her; there is no other description for what he did. My anguish overwhelmed me because it seemed to me that she made love back to him. A man she hardly even knew had just humiliated her beyond words, and then they made love, all in front of me. I just wanted to crumble down and drown in my misery.

In the quiet of their afterglow, as they cuddled, I knelt there, feeling the pain sink into me, feeling the shame. Mixed with the arousal that still wouldn't go away, my mind began to accept it. All of it. There was no way around it, as He said. 

Then Master Nick was out of the bed, standing before me. The ball gag was removed, and I was sucking His cock. His words whispered down to me, as I tasted the mixture of their lovemaking. "It's all about The Cock."

As His Cock hardened again, he released me from my bondage. Bent over the bed, just as my wife was earlier, my plug was removed, and His Cock was in me. My face was burning, my grunting from being taken the only noise in the room. 

My wife's nakedness was before me now; he'd told her to get up, and present herself to me. I hadn't realized it earlier, but somehow he must've been in her ass. It had been cleaned, it only made sense that he would use it. It was still flowering from being used, and I could see Master Nick's semen still oozing from it. My lips were on her, my tongue in her, sucking, licking. I knew my place. It was all about The Cock. 

It was 2 a.m. when I woke up. I was on the floor, wrapped tightly from shoulders to ankles in rope; I was next to the bed that Master Nick was in with my wife. The noise that woke me was him making love to her again; no, it wasn't making love. He was fucking her. Hard. Suddenly my own cock was alive again; I still hadn't been allowed any kind of release, and my balls were feeling sore from being aroused so much. I couldn't see up on the bed, and it was dark anyway; but I could hear him speaking to her harshly. Then I heard slaps, and her gasping out in pain, along with her grunts from being fucked. I couldn't be sure, but I though the slaps were on her face. His tone was harsh, and his words harsher.

"You fucking stupid slut, nothing can save you from this. Your man, your husband, the fucking wimp is bound on the floor beside us. He can't save you, and he won't. You don't have any choice in this, not anymore. You have no idea the things that will be done to you, you stupid whore." She was crying, and I heard more slaps. Over and over, he continued his verbal and physical assault, and eventually he had made her beg for this. Beg to be used, beg to be hurt, beg to be marked permanently as a sexual slave for the Group. 

"Your job, your life...all of that is about to change. Neither of you have any choice in this!" Those were his last words as he released his pent up passion into her yet again tonight.

In the morning, I woke to Master Nick taking the rope from my body. He stood me up next to the bed and pointed out my wife who was still lying there half asleep. She was a mess. Her hair was a tangled mess, but what really stood out to me was her face. It was in a perpetual flush, obviously from being slapped quite a bit. Her cheeks were puffy, not overly so, but looking sore. Her lower lip was swollen as well, as if she'd bit it hard...or someone bit it hard. Her eyes weren't black, but one of them showed hints of bruising. 

"Do you see your whore wife, Eddie?" he said as he yanked the covers down off of her body. She was sprawled out, looking so much like a used woman. Her breast was red too, marks showing strongly from where she was gripped or even slapped there as well. She stirred slightly, and a low moan escaped her lips as she grumbled from being disturbed. Obviously she was exhausted.

Master Nick, still naked, then climbed in on top of her, entering her in a single thrust. He turned his head to look at me, locking on my eyes the whole time. "You know, Eddie, there's nothing quite like taking a man's wife right in front of him. The power, my God how invigorating it is."

I just stood there, watching. I didn't know what to say, what to do. There really was nothing I could say. And worse yet, my arousal came on strongly again.

He laughed as he saw my shame. "Yes, look at you. Look at your little peter, Eddie. You aren't a man. Standing there, watching as the woman you love is being molested. Did you see her face, Eddie? Your wife can be beaten, in your own bed, right next to you. Beaten, and fucked....and all you can do is stand there with your hard-on, wanting to wank off at the very image of it all." He continued working his cock in and out of her, fucking her, pausing in his verbal berating just to enjoy the fuck. It was a quick fuck, a demonstration all for the benefit of beating me down. "Watch, Eddie, watch as I use her in front of you. Watch as I violate this whore you call your wife." His eyes were locked on mine as I saw him intensify and then spill what he had into her.

Resting on top of her for a moment, he turned his attention to looking at her face. Suddenly with a violent move, he leaned in and sucked hard on her neck, making her cry out; one thing I noticed though, was that she didn't reach to push him away...her arms simply grabbed on to his back, her knuckles clenching white as she endured it. When he pulled away, there was a huge, dark mark on the full side of her neck. He admired his work for a moment, then he spit on her face; a backhand came down against her cheek. She cried out, moving her hands up to prevent any more blows; she was sobbing, likely from shame as well as pain. Then he was out of the bed. He shoved me off to the side as he strode into the shower.

I laid down next to her, holding her. I didn't know what to say, so I just soothed her by lying with my arms around her. She continued sobbing into my chest until Master Nick came out of the shower.

With a towel around his waist, he went purposefully to his bag, and pulled out yet another device. This was a device I'd been expecting, after the way he'd talked last night. 

"Do you know what this is, Eddie?" he said as he held it up. Without waiting for an answer, he went on. "This is a male chastity device. A CB3000." Sitting down next to me, he reached between my legs to put the device on me. I was still semi-hard, but he managed to get it in place.

I didn't want to move, I wanted to hold my wife; and he didn't make me move. He simply reached between my legs and handled my genitals as if it were only natural. My face turned beat red, and my insides were churning at the simple act of what he was doing. But I didn't try to stop him. I was already defeated. 

From the bag again, he pulled out a tiny metal lock. It was snapped in place without ceremony. He paused to study what he'd done, handling me a bit more to make sure everything was snug and right; then he looked me in the eyes again, smiling. "There. Now we know you won't be able to pleasure yourself, with or without your wife. Eddie, if you try to break out of it, your life will be destroyed by the photos and videos of what you've done. So I recommend that you keep that in mind." His attention turned to Anna; she was still lightly sniffling, her head against my chest. "Anna, now you have a mild taste of what it's like to know that you have absolutely no control. Savor the taste, and think on it long and hard. You have no choices anymore in this, and you will do the things that are required of you."




Blackmailed Couple Ch. 21



He held up his hand, showing us a small white disk, like a make-up compact. I felt Anna gasp before he made it clear to both of us what it was. "I found these, and will take them with me now." He realized that it still hadn't hit me what it was. "It's her birth control, Eddie. She will not be on the pill from here on out. That is something we control now. Everything is going to be Our way."

My heart sank, my stomach nearly flipped. My mouth opened to say something, but I caught myself. And with another sickness, I realized that my cock had just tried to jump in the cock cage.

With an evil grin, Master Nick finished dressing and then left.



Blackmailed Couple Ch. 22



Note from the author: First I want to apologize for taking so long to get this next chapter out. I promise the following chapter will come out sooner! Also, I want to thank all who wrote to me... I've had so many positive notes, and notes asking for the next chapter... it would take forever to respond to them all! I'm thrilled that so many have enjoyed this story... yes, it's about time to wrap it up... but I'll definitely get this one wrapped up one way or another. Enjoy...

Chapter Twenty Two:

Revelations

Anna stayed in the bedroom the rest of the day. She'd taken a long, long shower, and wanted to be left alone. I'd spent most of the day tinkering in the garage, trying to keep my mind off of everything; but the cock cage kept my mind on my position.

That evening we sat quietly on the couch together. Her face was ok, not really showing any of the marks that I'd been afraid would stay.

And then Master Mark showed up. He was back in town now, and despite the pain it brought to me, I was almost somewhat relieved to see him. I'd answered the door because Anna had almost turned to tears when the doorbell rang. I brought him down to the living room where we had been watching TV.

He greeted Anna and sat down next to her; he allowed me to sit in one of the chairs across the room, but I realized that he was in a serious mood.

After a brief casual conversation about his trip out of town on business, he brought us back to the reality of our situation.

"Listen. I want you both to know that things have gone further than I had expected; I'm not against it, it's where I want you to be....but I need you both to focus on trusting me. I'm your best hope in all of this, and I need your undivided loyalty and trust. Believe it or not, my own situation is not completely unlike yours. I'm in this for the long haul, and I don't have complete and total authority over you now. The Group has that control, and it's not something I can easily overthrow; but I do have a measure of authority, and I will do my best to protect both of you." He looked at me, locking his strong eyes on me. "Eddie, you have to trust me, and do things that I say. If you want to protect your wife, you have to trust in me."

Suddenly Anna broke down, grabbing on to him and sobbing into his shoulder. "Please, Mark. I'm scared. The things that have been done to me, and now.....god, please."

It killed me inside, to see her looking to him in that way. But I knew that He was the only one who could help us.

He was actually soothing to her; he put his arm around her, and quietly 'shushed' her, telling her it would be ok.

Then he turned to me, as she continued softly whimpering in his arm. "Eddie, I understand that you are now locked away. Stand up for me, strip completely. Stand over here, so I can see what's been done to you."

Through all of our talking so far, I'd had a moment to think that maybe the evening would go by without the physical reminder of our situation. But now I knew that I wouldn't be able to avoid the humiliation. I stood, quietly taking off all of my clothing. The reality of standing naked, with a cock cage on, before my wife and Master in my own living room left me light headed, shamed. I stood there quietly, with my eyes down, while Master Mark took in the sight of my shame. It hurt inside, feeling the arousal hitting again, and feeling the trapped sensation of my inability to even gain a full erection.

Anna had stopped her sobbing, and opened her eyes in time to see Him reach out and idly fondle my bound cock. As He cupped my balls, a slight smile escaped His lips. "Yes, you are definitely in quite a predicament eddie. Tell me. You know that your sexuality is controlled completely, don't you."

My submission was in full swing already, and I nodded yes. My voice was nothing but a whisper. "Yes Master."

Without taking His hand from my balls, he turned his attention to my wife. "Anna, you see how powerless he is now, don't you." She simply nodded a yes, as she sniffled, getting control back over her own emotions. "And you know that I'm your only protector in this, yes? Look at me, and tell me, even as I hold your husband's balls."

I felt my own cheeks flushing at the reality of his words, and also noted the flush on Anna's face as she accepted the inevitable. "Yes, Master, I know You are my protector. Please, Master. I'll do whatever You want. Please. Just please protect us." 

"Kiss me." It was a simple command, but overwhelming for me to stand and watch. I sank deep inside, as I watched the woman I love reach up to kiss Him. She knew what he wanted. She knew it wasn't a sexual kiss; it was a kiss of passion. A kiss that would be normally reserved for the man she loves.

The kiss lasted forever. I felt his grip on my balls tighten, as she continued until he was satisfied.

"Good girl." His eyes were penetrating hers, and they shared something intimate in that moment. Then he turned back to me. "Eddie, you need to be the most obedient you have ever been. Next weekend, we are having another gathering; it won't be a full blown party, this is planned as an initiation for the both of you."

His pause had a dramatic effect, and Anna had tensed up. Suddenly she was pleading. "Mark, Master Mark...please.... I'll do anything You want, we'll both do anything You want....just please, don't take us back there. Please, just let this be between us, You know we'll do anything You want, for as long as You want....."

Her voice died off as His stare at her became cold. "No. It cannot be that way. The Group has control of you, and there's nothing I can do. We have to be careful...." He seemed to be contemplating something, and then he let it go. "Listen to me. I am the closest thing you have to a friend in this, but don't mistake that for weakness. I have my own personal desires in this, and I will do what I can to make things go the way I want." He emphasized it strongly, HIS way. Inside, my stomach was churning, and I knew I needed to support my wife, I needed to do something, anything, to protect her.

I knelt down suddenly, and looked up into His strong eyes with a pleading. "Please Master. Please.... I don't care what happens to me. Just.....please...take care of Anna."

A smile crept onto His face. "Yes, very good eddie. Keep that train of thought. You make sure you remember saying that. Eddie, you will do anything, ANYTHING, to have me be your wife's protector?"

His words twisted in my mind. I knew I was being set up, but I couldn't see any way around it. "Yes. Yes Master. I'll do anything to have You be the protector of my wife. Please." It was genuine. My pleading was real, and I knew it had real consequences.

I felt Anna's eyes on me, and for a moment I could feel her love so strongly again.

Suddenly He stood. "Anna, go upstairs, and wait for me in bed. Eddie, come with me."

I was led, naked, down to the basement. A pair of handcuffs came from nowhere, and I was given a small towel from the laundry to 'sit' on right next to the furnace. The cuffs were on my wrists, behind my back, through a pole against the cement wall. Just before leaving me there, he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I'm going up to fuck your wife, eddie, in your bed. I don't know if you'll be able to hear, but I'm hoping the ductwork allows you to at least hear a little. If not, then keep in mind that she's going to be making love to me tonight. And eddie. Next week...I'm going to make sure things go my way; and I will expect you to abide by your stated desire to do ANYTHING."

With that, he left me alone, in the dark, naked, and unable to even get a full erection. God how I felt the internal agony. I stayed there awake for hours. I never could hear much of anything going on upstairs, but my imagination filled in all of the silence. Even when I knew it must be 3a.m., and knew they were likely asleep together, I was awake, in agony. So much pain, to imagine a man in my bed, with my wife...picturing her curled up against him, and wanting him to be her protector. I didn't know how much more of this I could take, and my mind disappeared into fitful dreams as exhaustion took away my consciousness.

******

Anna was the one to wake me, and release me. She wouldn't talk about the night. She was distant, cold. During the day on Sunday, I heard her talking quietly on the phone several times. I knew to leave her alone, and fell into my own world.

The week went by as "normal" as normal can be. We had no visitors, although I knew that Anna was spending a lot of time on the phone in the evenings. I didn't dare ask what was going on during the daytime, if anything. By Friday, I still had no new information on the events that were planned for us, although I suspected Anna had more information by now. The kids were once again going to their grandparents, for the whole weekend. After work on Friday, Anna let me know that we were going to be gone for more than one night this time, but that we didn't need to worry about packing. 

For me, the intensity was unbearable; but in a way I really didn't understand. I've never felt so powerless, as I felt now. The sexual desires inside of me were burning beyond anything I've ever felt, likely because of the fact that I could never even attain a full erection. I needed relief, but couldn't even get to the point of being able to simulate in my mind humping anything in front of me. The humiliation of my whole situation had completely overwhelmed my mind, and I think I was to the point that had been intended all along: I was a submissive married man. Completely submissive. My desire was to obey, completely, fully. Simple. To obey.

I guess that's why I didn't press Anna all week for more information; I didn't press her even now, as we prepared for the weekend. I put on the clothing that she wanted me in, and I submissively waited on her, bringing her anything she wanted. And then I was waiting downstairs for her, not even knowing if we were going to be picked up or if we were driving together.

Anna answered the door, when the bell rang. She led 3 men in. One I recognized as being one of the more outspoken at the last party; older, but distinguished. The other 2 men were big guys, typical 'stud' looking guys; briefly my mind pictured them as "the muscle" of the group.

"Eddie, we've met before, but I don't think we've ever been formally introduced. Everyone calls me Doc. I understand you are ready to join us in your role formally this evening, yes?"

I wanted to tell him that I had no idea what was going on, that I wanted to get out of this badly...but I knew better. Humbly, I answered respectfully. "Yes Sir."

He turned briefly to address his companions. "Gentlemen, why don't you trade out the vehicles. Anna, get the keys to the car in the garage, and help them out. They know what to do. I want to spend a minute talking with eddie."

His tone was clearly superior, like a real doctor...which later I found out he really was. He sat down on the couch next to me, and his tone seemed friendly, but I could sense the power that he knew he held.

"eddie, before we leave, you are going to be given something. But I need some information first." He proceeded to ask me medical questions, about allergies, my family history, and such. Satisfied, he opened a briefcase that I hadn't really noticed that he'd brought in. At that time, Anna came back in from the garage, and the 2 men were close behind her.

"Good, Anna dear, you're just in time. I need you to help with this." He focused intently on what he was doing, filling a syringe, while he spoke almost idly to us. "I need your help Anna, because I want this mental impact of what you're doing as well as the physical assistance. Take the bottle of alcohol that you see there, and use one of the cotton balls to clean his arm, just like what you've had done or seen on TV. No, no, not there, right there..." he pointed to the crook of my arm. "See that big vein there? That's what we're shooting for."

I felt the trepidation inside, but was already mentally prepared to obey as expected. I knew that I had to go through this, that there just really was no other choice. And I didn't even know what it was that was happening.

"Good girl, Anna." His voice was so much like that of a grandfather talking to a young girl. "Now, eddie, hold out your arm for me. Anna, you understand, yes?" I was missing something, but saw her slowly nod her head. 

The prick into my arm stung. I've always hated shots. I know I should have been fearing for my life, but I was resigned. It didn't surprise me to feel the wooziness coming on. I leaned back, hearing his voice slowly becoming more distant. "Yes, good boy eddie, just lie back and relax, just let go." A soft chuckle. "When you wake, things will be different for you. Your life will be changed, and you will know your place finally." Then everything went black.

Anna watched as her husband quietly, obediently surrendered to being drugged. It had sunk in deeply, over the last month, that he was now so absorbed into this circle of darkness, that it really didn't surprise her that he allowed this to be done.

She was aware of her own descent, and had come to accept the simple fact that she had no control, and that even her own husband could no longer save them. Her hope, the small light that she focused on now, was the thought that maybe Mark would take care of them. He'd given her that hope, last weekend, when she'd made love to him like there was no tomorrow. He knew he had her, and she wanted to show him. All of the harshness from the past month had broken her down, and she now knew that she needed Mark, that she wanted him... she could even admit to herself that she loved him. She loved His control, she loved His power. And now it was something she needed; not just for her own desires, but for her own survival. She needed to belong to Him, in every way, to survive this.

This past week, Master Mark had spoken with her daily; she felt that he was confiding in her, telling her things....but still she honestly didn't know what was going to happen this weekend. She knew though, that both she and her husband would be drugged before leaving the house. She knew that she was to keep everything to herself, telling nothing to her husband, and even keeping silent to Those that she would come into contact with. She was to be the submissive, completely. And she was. It was more than just an act...it was now who she was; and she knew it.

She watched as her husband fell into a deep slumber. Watched as the two men came around to strip him of his clothing, bind him up carefully, and then carry him out to their car that was now in the garage. 

She then obediently stripped off her own clothing, and knelt down before Doc, holding her arm out willingly to accept her own drugging. It almost seemed euphoric, the whole situation, as she felt the haze come over her, fogging her mind into a driftless void.

Voices haunted my 'sleep'. Pictures were painted in my mind, pictures of my wife as a slave, serving as a submissive sexual slut. Pictures of Cocks flooded my mind, their power over my wife as well as myself, images of myself kneeling and worshipping a large Cock, a darkly clad Master hazy in my view standing over me. I could feel arousal, aching arousal, unsatisfied bound arousal. 

Slowly I came to realize my eyes were open, and some of the images were real. I could see a man clad in black leather near me, busy in some way. I could see bondage equipment everywhere, tables to bind people, chains hanging from the walls, a glow from a fireplace. I was lying on a table, my hands spread over my head clasped by metal holding them tightly. My legs were spread as well, widely, with my feet raised in stirrups holding them up and away from my body. I could feel a sensation between my legs; a wetness, and something touching me. Looking down in my haze, I could see a figure shaving me. My legs, my crotch, even my ass. It was a surreal sensation, in my still drugged state, feeling a hand testing the smoothness of my legs, even as my crotch was receiving the careful finishing touches of being denuded.

I realized that I was still hearing the voices that were making me see the Power of the Cock; it was in my head, and it wasn't coming from those in the room. Headphones. I had headphones on. The voice I could hear at the moment was a dark male voice, bold despite the whisper. "....nothing left for You now but to worship the Cock. There is no choice now, eddie. You will worship the Cock; all Cocks are superior to you. Your role, from here on out, is to provide pleasure to the Superior Cocks, in any way that's demanded of you. Your wife, the woman you love, she is there for the Cock. You are there for the Cock; your mouth is a portal for It, and you must always remember to obey the Cock."

It kept on, and on. I realized it had been in my head forever, it seemed. Slowly it came back to me that I'd allowed myself to be drugged; most likely the recording had been going on for hours now. Even as I tried to take in my surroundings, images of Cock Worship were there in my mind. It was a feeling inside of me, as if that's the way it had to be. My wife, myself....slaves to the Cock.

Anna slowly found herself in a dreamworld. She knew she'd been having a restless 'sleep', with voices in her head reminding her of her new role serving the Group. Different male voices were still in her head, voices she recognized from the core Group that now owned her. Individually, she had hazy memories of them, with reminders that her body was no longer her own; she knew she did not belong to her husband anymore, and she knew that the man she loved was already being absorbed into submission to them. The voices slowly became clearer to her, as she came out of her drugged state. She also realized that her eyes were open, and she was seeing feminine hands in front of her face, close to her, as they worked on putting makeup on her. Every now and then, something, fingers, manipulated her sex which she remembered was bare. Her arms were behind her, bound tightly; by the texture, it felt to be solid leather all the way up to her shoulders. As consciousness slowly came to her, she could see the background; there were a couple of men in the room talking seriously in a quiet manner. The voices in her head were coming from headphones, she realized. "Anna, every part of your body belongs to the Group. You know us now, and We know you. We know every part of you, every part of your life. Your husband is ours now, provided to us by your own carnal desires. It's too late to go back, and you know this. The marking on your bodies will be symbolic, known to all in our Group. From this moment on, you are no longer in control of anything. Every function of your body, from eating to breathing to sexual pleasure, it belongs to the group. Tonight, the special kind of branding will confirm that."

The voice went on, and was replaced by yet another dominant male voice, and the words remained in her mind even as she slowly came to grips with the position that she was now in.

After a time, Master Mark was before her, his calm smile soothing to her. The woman applying makeup to her had left, but still she could feel an occasional fingering of her now soaked need between her legs. She'd realized that her bondage also included a high-neck collar, one that kept her from looking down at her body that she knew was still naked.

Master Mark reached out to her, and she felt the headphones being removed. "Anna." Just the sound of his voice made her ache inside, and suddenly she wanted badly to feel him plunge into her. "Your husband is being prepared for your initiation, and it seems you are almost ready."



Blackmailed Couple Ch. 23-24



Chapter Twenty Three: Branding

Released from the table that was holding me while I was being shaved, 2 men held my arms and escorted me over to an area that could only be described as a small stage. Large, very comfortable-looking black leather chairs surrounded the area, although they were empty at the moment. I was led up the one step to the stage, and placed on a table/chair that was very similar to the one I'd just been in. On my back, the table seemed to be at a 45 degree angle; my feet were placed up in stirrups and strapped in. My arms were pulled down somewhat behind my back, fastened together under the table. Even with my head still foggy from the drugged state I'd been in, I was very aware of how helpless and exposed I was. The two men worked together to get me bound, and one of them focused on restraining my now naked genitals into a chastity device; once again, I knew that my arousal would even be controlled by these people. I was left to sit there with my imagination running overtime, and even while being left alone I could feel my bare cock straining to reach some kind of hardness.

Anna was led to the area where her husband had been restrained now for some time. She saw him bound as he was, and made eye contact with him briefly. Her heart ached to see him brought down so low, but she could also feel that her arousal was overriding everything. Master Mark was leading her to the same area, with a leash attached to the collar that was keeping her standing tall; her bare breast was thrust out, forced out by the sleeve that bound her arms together behind her back. She noticed about a dozen men gathering around, settling into the black leather chairs that would afford each of them a solid view of the stage that she was led up onto next to her husband.

Standing there, with her head held up high by the collar, she was forced to look up and out at the men watching; she could see the confidence in all of them, the cocky smiles that openly grinned at her beauty that was exposed to all of them.

Master Mark began speaking to the men as the lights dimmed even lower. "As you all know, we have before us today a beautiful wife, with her husband completely subdued and bound. Anna, and her husband eddie." The men let out an applause, and words of dark approval. "They are here tonight, to willingly surrender completely to our Group; isn't that right, Anna?"

As he directed the question at her, in that same moment, she saw a video camera in the background being worked by another member. The reality of this surreal world was crashing into her abruptly, but her own arousal hit home at the same moment...for in that brief moment of hesitation, Master Mark had reached down between her legs to toy with her wet clit, making her feel the heat burn inside again. "Yes Master" was her quiet response. At His urging, she repeated it more fully. "Yes Master... we're here tonight......willingly..... to surrender completely."

"No matter what, Anna?"

"No matter what."

"And you will do anything, comply with any direction, no matter what?"

Tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "Yes Master, no matter what."

"Anna, we're going to take over your lives completely. In that, I mean that you will quit your job, Anna... you will become one of ours, and you will work for us daily. Is that what you want, Anna?"

She was trembling now, visibly shaken, but a quietly whispered "trust me" from Master Mark helped her remain strong enough to maintain herself. "Yes Master....i will do whatever it is that You tell me to do." Her response was soft, but solid.

"And your husband, eddie." He paused to walk over to her husband, His hand reaching down to run almost lovingly through his hair. "What of your husband, Anna?"

The submission was overwhelming her, and it was plain in her voice. "We'll both do whatever you tell us to do, Master Mark."

"Anna, we're going to mark both of you tonight. Are you ready to watch your husband be branded as a submissive slave, a submissive slave to a group of men, Anna? Are you ready to be branded yourself? There's no turning back, you know. I need to hear it from you, from your lips. Ask us to brand your husband. Ask us to brand you both." Then his voice took on a darker tone. "Convince me, Anna."

She turned to him, tears streaming down her face, and then she suddenly knelt. "Please Master." A hesitation, then she continued. "Please Master...we'll obey You. Please mark us. Mark my husband. Mark me. Brand us as Yours."

We didn't know what the branding would be, although he explained it as a man with a small kit came up on the stage at Master Mark's gesture. "eddie, you are about to be branded with the mark of a cuckold; you just heard your wife beg for it, now I need to hear your consent." He pointed at the man with the video camera, and I knew what was expected. 

My stomach had been sinking, the whole time I heard Master Mark's words, and my wife's words. I could see her plainly, as she knelt there with her arms bound behind her back, her breast jutting forward. She almost seemed proud to be on display like that; but I know it was the collar that kept her so tall, exposing her body to all of these men.

My hesitant interlude was interrupted by Master Mark's breath next to my ear. "eddie, remember what you said to me. You told me that you would do anything to protect your wife. Now is the time. Look into the camera, and state plainly that you wish to be marked. That you wish to be owned by us. That you surrender to us the control over your life, as well as over your wife." His whisper was strong, unwavering.

With my legs spread open, showing my now denuded crotch, and my cock locked away in a cage...I looked into the camera and surrendered. Shame flushed my face, but I knew it was where I belonged. I gave up myself, and my wife. I gave them the power.

As the tattoo artist began working on the soft bare skin right above my caged cock, Master Mark described the image being placed on me. It was 3 circles, one with a bold arrow piercing the female symbol/circle, and the male symbol that represented me had a 'soft' arrow, seeming to droop. Once it was completed, a heated branding iron was then brought over, and it was explained to me that it was an icon of their Group...the hind legs of a horse with a large cock jutting out. As the heat seared into my skin just above the tingling tattoo, I let out a small cry, and the tears came flowing down as the reality of being permanently marked forever in my status flooded my mind.

"Both a tattoo, and a physical burned in brand.... Those will last forever, eddie. And you will forever know what they mean. And now it's time for your wife."

I saw her face again, and it was wet with tears. She was made to sit down, leaning back against Master Mark, with her legs voluntarily spread wide. Her tattoo was a much more elaborate design of their icon, and it was placed right above her bare intimacy just like mine. I was told to watch, and to never take my eyes off of my wife while this was being done to her. At the same time, I felt a presence between my spread legs, and was suddenly slowly invaded. It was almost too much for me, but I was way beyond the point of ever hoping to get out of this. The tattoo on Anna took almost 30 minutes; the entire time, a cock was in my ass, slowly, ever so slowly fucking me. It was a large cock, and it infused in my mind everything that had happened. When the artist finally stepped back and said it was complete, the man who'd been fucking me chose that moment to release into me. The violation completed it all. I knew, and could feel the transformation in my mind as the liquid heat flooded deep into me.

Anna was then used....by every single man there. They spent all night using her. Part of the time, I was spoken to, as they pointed out what they'd done to each of us. I was told that she would quit her job on Monday, and then report to her new place of work on Tuesday. I was told that I would keep my job for now; but that a position was being developed just for me, and that soon I would be quitting my job as well. All of this was being stated, and done, to make us both know that we were now fully dependent on them. Our money, our livelihood...would all come from the Group, and that for us to survive, we would have to obey them in every way from now on. We would genuinely be dependent on those who now had our complete submission. No way out.

A final cleaning and dressing was applied to my brand, and I was led away by a man whose name I didn't even know. I was taken to a small room that had walls of rock, with a very heavy wooden door; it was like a prison cell from a 3rd world country. A single bare toilet sat in one corner with a sink, and a small mattress was lying on the bare floor. It was lit by a single bulb that hung from the ceiling. I was locked away in there without prelude. Knowing it was late, and being so exhausted, I crumpled on the mattress and fell into a restless sleep, not knowing the fate of my wife, and not really being able to even think about it.

Anna was nearly incoherent. She'd been used in every way possible, it seemed to her. She ached, physically, and mentally. The pain from her markings reminded her, in the back of her mind, the finality of it all.

She was aware of being carried away, taken to a room. Another of the many rooms in this mansion, but she didn't see much outside of the soft bed that she found herself on. She was no longer bound, but couldn't have lifted a finger if her life depended on it. 

The man who'd been reference to as "Doc" was next to her, and she was vaguely aware of voices, although she wasn't able to really comprehend the conversation. A prick in her arm was felt, but the warmth that flowed into her had her even further out of it than she'd been from the exhaustion.

"There we go, that's the first of her many shots. If we can keep this going for 2 weeks, she'll be exactly the way we need."

Master Mark stood there, worn out himself, as he watched Doc inject this sexy woman that he was becoming attached to. Master Nick was there with him, watching with his ever present smirk. 

Mark knew what the plans were, and there was no way to avoid it. It wouldn't be that bad, he told himself. The drugging that was planned for Anna would make her so much more pliable, close to the standard "dumb blonde", but almost in a "junkie" way. Chemically, they would make her need them, and make her completely unable to resist the brainwashing that was planned to make her so compliant. Her husband would see it, he would know it. His own conditioning would be done with little in the way of drugs, although there would be some needed. But he would know what was being done to his wife. Sometimes Nick annoyed him, with his hardcore stance to it all; but he took all of that in stride. Nick had his own desires to handle everything with Eddie's incorporation into their world, and that suited Mark just fine. 

"I'll head down and follow up with our new boy toy; you enjoy that slut tonight, if you can deal with the mess." Nick walked off with a light laugh that mildly annoyed Mark.

He laid down in exhaustion beside Anna, one hand idly tracing the beauty that was his now. He was asleep before 5 minutes had gone by.

Master Nick opened the locked door for Doc, and stood by as Eddie stirred from his sleep.

Doc said very little, just opening his case, pulling out the hypodermic that had been prepped for Eddie, then injecting him. He stood and walked out, patting Nick on the shoulder with a "good night".

Master Nick knelt down in front of the dazed and subdued husband. "Well, eddie, it's begun. You're marked forever now, you know. And the plans we have for that sweet piece of ass you call your wife....mmmm." He leaned in conspiratorially. "But don't you worry, boy, we have plenty of plans for you too. Since you're so out of it but still conscious, I'm going to enjoy planting the thoughts in your mind. You should know that your lovely little wife is going to be bred. Yes, bred. Once the drug procedures are complete, she'll then be impregnated....and no, not by you. There's nothing more erotic to some than to see a plump pregnant slut who's a slave. Imagine the things that will be done, the things that can be done to a pregnant slut. The milking, the videos; all of the control. Mmmm. And you, eddie. Can you feel the softness of your own mind, eddie? The silky smooth softness of your lower body, the permanent marking to show what you are, and the warmth inside from knowing that we're teaching you the pleasures of being a woman? You will be changed, mentally, as well as physically. Chemicals." He grinned as he stated it. "Certain chemicals can do incredible things to men, when introduced to their bodies. It'll affect your mind, your body, your sexuality. So much to do to you...and so much time. We have the rest of your life!" He reached down to stroke eddie's now smooth leg, then left to get his own sleep.

Chapter Twenty Four:

The new life

It was mid afternoon before eddie's prison door opened again. He was groggy, stiff, and sore. A leash was clipped to his caged manhood, and he was led out of the room to a bland shower that had all of the appearance of a high-school locker room shower. An unsympathetic man had unclipped the leash, and muttered that eddie should take care of his morning needs and shower, that he'd be back in 30 minutes to get him. There was a toilet, beside the shower, so he utilized it. It chagrined him to realize that he had to sit to pee. His legs felt so bizarre, being so smooth. There was a toothbrush with toothpaste, so he used it in the shower. The water burned his newly acquired markings, but the water was clean and warm; it felt good to wash. The fog in his mind cleared up only slightly, and the images from all that had happened, as well as images from his dreams were still haunting him. He wondered where his wife was, and what time it was. But everything seemed so far away, and he followed his instructions automatically.

The same man who led him there came back and reattached the leash, leading him away with the same unsympathetic attitude. Up some stairs he was led, and then he was led out a back door to an expansive open outside area. The sun was out, but it wasn't too hot. As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he scanned around to see a large in-ground pool off to his left. Several people were enjoying the pool, and then he caught sight of his wife. She was actually lying on her stomach, fully nude, as a younger man he didn't recognize was massaging her with oil. Her face was turned toward her husband, but her eyes were closed. He also noticed that she had headphones on, and he briefly wondered if it was music or more of the hypnotic 'lessons' that she was listening to.

His attention was brought back to his own situation as he had just been led to a pair of posts that were solidly in the ground, spaced apart by a few feet. Standing between them, his wrists were lifted and cuffed to each post, and his ankles had the same chains, effectively spreading him in a standing spread-eagle. Then he was left alone, without a word being spoken to him.

 Without any choice, I stood there basically immobile; left alone is when my arousal began to torture me yet again. Still bound with the cock cage, and it kept me from being able to get a full erection...the more it restricted, the more my body tried to respond. There was nothing to take my mind from this, because I kept focusing on the man who was rubbing oil into my naked wife. There were others at the pool, most lounging in the sun with drinks, and a few were floating in the pool on rafts. Then I saw Master Mark come out in trunks; he knelt down, and was talking to the man rubbing her down as one of his hands idly moved some of her hair off of her face. She didn't seem to notice, or move; Master Mark seemed to smile, looking down at the beauty of my relaxed and naked wife.

Suddenly a presence was behind me, and a voice was speaking casually. "A beautiful scene, isn't it eddie?"

It was Master Nick. I didn't answer him, not knowing what was expected. The realization of how vulnerable I was seemed to set in; how humbled, being bound outside like this was hitting home.

Master Nick moved in closer, so close that his breath could be felt on the back of my neck. "You know she's being conditioned. She's hardly even aware of her surroundings right now. She's on a regimen of drugs now, and is so relaxed with the massaging. Can you see the headphones, eddie?" he paused long enough to take a drink from the glass that he was holding. "She's listening to a very special program, one designed just for her. This is going to continue, day in and day out, until she's brainwashed the way we want her to be."

Suddenly his hand was caressing my bare ass, cupping it, feeling the smoothness from being so cleanly shaved. It sent a chill up my spine, and for some reason that I can't stand, and can't understand, my arousal pushed even harder against the cock cage.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath, as he continued in a heavy whisper. "You like that, don't you eddie. Seeing your wife drugged, controlled, used. And you like knowing that you can't do anything about it, don't you eddie." His hand was gripping my ass, feeling me so completely. I felt so strangely violated, even though all he was doing was touching me. My head dropped down, shame making me suddenly feel so weak.

He laughed, enjoying my troubled physical expression, enjoying it that I couldn't even answer him. "I'm sure you're hungry by now, eddie." He walked around to the front of me as he spoke. "You've slept half the day away. Let me get Doc, and then we'll take care of that hunger of yours." Glancing back at the pool, he caught sight of Doc, who was just walking out with his little briefcase. Waving to catch his attention, Doc waved back with a gesture that indicated he'd be over shortly.

"Ah, what timing...we'll let him take care of your wife first." He was back behind me, directing my attention to the pool. "Watch, eddie. Watch as your beloved wife gets more of her special 'treatment'."

I watched as Doc knelt down next to my wife. A couple of the men there came over to watch as he appeared to be assessing her beautiful ass, cupping it, and making comments to the men around. I could almost hear his words, talking about the shape, the beauty. Then he opened up his case and took out a syringe, filling it from a small bottle. She never moved, didn't budge as he then prepped a spot on her softness, then inserted the needle so professionally into her. Once he was done, he packed up his things and then made his way over to us. As he made his way over, Master Mark and another man helped Anna up and led her back into the house.

"Ah, good morning eddie, Nick. Or should I say good afternoon?" he was all happy and jovial, but all I could feel was the impending doom of my situation; our situation, my wife's and mine. "So, I think it's time for another dose of your own special medication, don't you think?" He walked around to set up behind me, and at the same time Master Nick came around to the front of me.

Master Nick then reached down to cup my caged genitals. "Relax, my boy, take your medicine like a good boy." He kept staring into my eyes, that ever present cocky smile making me know how much control I'd given up to him, to all of them.

"Now you're going to feel a little prick, eddie." Doc continued in his efficient professional manner, using an alcohol swab to mark the spot that he intended to use. As of yet, I still had no idea what was being injected into me. I vaguely remembered being injected late last night, in my exhaustion from the night. 

And to my own inner turmoil, I recognized how even the pin prick didn't ease the arousal that kept pressing against the cage, against the hand that was still holding my manhood firmly by Master Nick. My cheeks burned, and again, I wanted to just crumple down and cry.




Blackmailed Couple Ch. 23-24



Doc was done, and walked away humming a tune to himself as happy as could be.

Master Nick had left me there, strung up between the posts. It felt like I'd been there forever, and my arms were aching. Several times I'd been approached by different men who had stopped by on their way to the pool for a swim. Each had come out of the house, and each took time to comment to me about my wife; about how they'd just been in to see her, how sexy she was, and how much they'd just enjoyed "using" her. My gut was burning, and it didn't help that my caged cock continued to try to rise in arousal, particularly when the different men taunted me about using the woman I loved.

After a time, I was freed by a man who then led me back into the house by a leash. I know it was later in the afternoon, as the sun was slowly getting lower in the sky. I was led to yet another part of the house that I was unfamiliar with; as I rubbed my shoulders, trying to bring life back into them, I found myself in a room that was dimly lit. Soft music was playing, and I could make out the smell of some kind of smoke; it wasn't marijuana, but I know it was some kind of drug. My eyes adjusted, and I could make out my wife. The sight was something out of a movie; it was a room full of pillows and plush lounge chairs. It reminded me of a porn movie I'd seen long ago; she was straddling a man I didn't know, naked, moving up and down slowly and erotically. Other men were there, some just watching, some stroking their cocks near to her. Her eyes were closed, and she was moving so erotically, totally into the orgy. Master Mark was there next to me, and he took the leash from the man who'd led me in. 

"Isn't she beautiful, eddie? I've been watching her myself for quite a while; that's your wife eddie, she's becoming a complete whore for us here."

The shame was overwhelming me now. It hurt so much, so much to see her like that. To know that she was being so used, that she was allowing it, and even enjoying it. It was hitting me hard, that this was *my* woman, the woman I loved, the woman I was married with. 

"Why? Why are you doing this to her?" My voice was weak and breaking. Pleading. Pathetic.

He turned to me, and I saw a coldness on his face, a hardness in his voice. "Because we can, eddie. Because she belongs to us now." It was a simple, straightforward answer. Very matter of fact. "I wanted you to see this, eddie, I wanted you to have this image of her in your mind as you go on to your next training session. I want you to know what's being done to her; this will be part of you now, and I want you to accept it. And believe it or not, eddie, you're going to learn to want this. Badly." A smile had crept into his voice as he spoke, and it gave me the impression of a snake that was making its prey know that it was already too late.

With that, he led me past the orgy that was focused on the woman I loved. Anna had seen me, only momentarily making eye contact with me, letting me know that she'd seen me there. But not for a moment did she stop what she was doing. Even as I was led by her, she reached out to take another cock in her hand, her lips and tongue working it as if there was nothing else in life but Cock. As that thought past through my mind, I was reminded of the conditioning tapes that I'd heard the night before. "It's all about the Cock."

Down a flight of stairs I was led, to another room that was dimly lit. With no surprise, I saw Master Nick there waiting. But he wasn't alone. Three other men were there with him, each looking to me like typical strong gay leather masters. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I knew I was now in for it.

Master Mark led me to them, pulling my leash to have me kneel before them. As he unclipped the leash, he bent down to whisper into my ear. "I'm going back to Anna now, eddie. I'm going to continue with her whoring lessons. Keep that in your mind, as your Masters teach you down here. Accept it, eddie. Accept what you are to become."

With that, he left me to my doom. And yet again.....my caged cock betrayed me, straining to reach arousal, burning a hole into my stomach with the fire that was contained by what was being done to us.