54 comments/ 137488 views/ 31 favorites Mark Is Cuckolded By Amelia's Boss By: sun_sea_sky "Take a seat, Amelia," Mr. Baas smiled. Amelia, his secretary -- who these days went by the grand title of Personal Assistant -- sat opposite her boss, voice-recorder at the ready so she wouldn't miss any of his instructions. "You can turn that off, Amelia," Baas said, "I just want to know how things are going with you, and your job here. Give it to me, please." She passed the recorder over, he glanced at it to make sure it was off. "Certainly, Mr. Baas," she replied, wondering what this was about. Mr. Baas took a few seconds to appraise her, liking again what he saw. Fit young body, good mind to go with it. A lot of research had gone into selecting Amelia for this job, a lot of detailed research which would no doubt have surprised her, had she known. Good genes, healthy, and ambitious. Exactly what he needed. Except for the husband, Amelia's husband. Still, that counted in her favor as well. An attractive girl with no husband, that would be a flaw. One would ask, "what is wrong with her?" But not in this case. A lovely girl, a lovely marriage. Now, to start tearing that to shreds. He smiled at her. "I'm worried about you Amelia," Mr. Baas said. "You have looked a bit troubled recently. I want all my employees to be happy. Do you have problems with your marriage, perhaps?" "Oh, no, Mr. Baas! I love my husband." "Excellent! Financial worries, maybe?" he stared into her eyes. "How did he know?" Amelia wondered to herself. Indeed, a lot had been going wrong recently. First Mark had lost his high-paying job for no obvious reason, and was having trouble finding another. Meanwhile the bank was threatening to foreclose on their mortgage, somehow they had heard that Mark had lost his job, and their income stream was down somewhat. Their car had needed expensive repairs, something unusual had gone wrong with the transmission, further straining their budget. Aloud, Amelia replied, "A few things have gone against us recently, Mr. Baas, but we are coping, thanks for asking. My husband lost his job, but we are managing on my income. I'm very appreciative of my position here." Mr. Baas looked at her impassively. He knew all this already, having made sure through his agents that they were under this pressure. A few contacts had ensured her husband was out of work, and likely to stay that way. He had made sure that their car needed repairs, and that the repairs were expensive. And he had contacts at the bank. Ah yes, all going to plan. "Amelia, you're a great PA. You've worked hard, you anticipate my requirements, and have made a very valuable contribution to the smooth running of Head Office here. I would like to give you a bonus payment, just a once-off to help you out with your financial difficulties. Then I know you will be able to concentrate totally on your work here." "Oh, that would be great, thank you!" Amelia's eyes shone with joy. She felt her cares falling away, their money worries could be over, and she and Mark would be able to relax. "As a matter of fact, I have your bonus right here, Amelia," he said, opening a cupboard in the wall and pulling out a small leather briefcase. "Look!" She walked over and stood next to him as he opened it. Inside were piles of $100 bills. Her eyes boggled. So much! "It's half a million dollars, Amelia," he smiled at her, gently putting an arm around her waist. She was so dumbstruck by the amount of cash she hardly noticed it. "I would want something in return, though ..." Finally his words penetrated her consciousness. She glanced at him, "Such as?" She became aware of his arm around her waist now, holding her more firmly now. He gazed directly into her eyes, dropped his eyes to her breasts, licked his lips, languidly looked over her entire body. His meaning was obvious. "No fucking way!" Amelia responded angrily. "You can shove your money!" She strode for the door. "Amelia!" She slowed a bit. "That is no way to talk to me. If you want to keep your job you'll be polite." She fumed. She couldn't afford to lose the job. With her face tight she replied, "I'm sorry Mr. Baas, I have to decline your offer. We'll make do somehow without the bonus. Good evening, sir." She turned and left. * Amelia drove home, furious. Should she tell Mark? He had enough worries already, and nothing had really happened. She still had a job, she hadn't done anything to be ashamed of, and their money worries were no worse than before. Next morning, inexplicably her car wouldn't start. She didn't have time to wait for it to be repaired, or towed, and taxis were impossible to get at this hour. She took a bus to work, arriving a bit late. Mr. Baas frowned at her, but said nothing. The day passed with no more references to bonuses or what might be needed to get one. The bus trip home that evening was uneventful, except that two men that she didn't recognize got off at the same stop and walked slowly a little way behind her, almost as if they were following her. It was a bit creepy, so she was glad to get inside her home. Half an hour later the doorbell rang. Someone doing a survey. "Did she feel safe in her home?" they were asking. Some sort of home security survey. Once she got rid of them, Amelia started to feel a bit spooked. Was her boss behind all this? Surely not! Over the next two weeks the niggling pressure increased. Strange noises outside the house at night. People following her, maybe, maybe not. More threatening letters from the bank. The phone stopped working for a few days. Not enough to go to the police with, but she started to feel frightened. * That Friday evening, Mr. Baas asked her to stay back for a bit. After the other staff in the managerial part of the office had left they were alone together in his office. "Well, Amelia, are you sure you wouldn't like that bonus?" he asked. He got the briefcase out again, and opened it in front of her eyes. "Here, touch it, feel how real it is." He gently took her hand and placed it onto the piles of bills. She hesitated for a moment, and he knew he had won. Now he just had to press his advantage home. "No thank you, sir, I just couldn't," she replied, slightly less certainly than two weeks ago. Mr. Baas thought to himself, "Touching loyalty to her husband. Time to drive a little chink in that armor." Aloud, he asked, "What do you suppose Mark does during the day while you are working, Amelia dear?" "He watches the television, he told me." "Ah, but what does he watch?" "Daytime soap operas, I suppose? War movies? I don't know for sure." "Hmm. Let me confide in you Amelia. I did something slightly unethical, although you'll never be able to prove it to anyone else. I had surveillance cameras installed in your house while you were all out. Let me show you what your husband really does while you are out." He pressed a button in his desk, and a section of the wall slid aside to reveal a large TV screen. He pressed another button, and a video started playing. The picture was obviously taken from a camera on the wall of their main living room. Mark was sitting in a chair watching the TV. To her horror Amelia saw that Mark's pants were around his ankles, and his hand was stroking a rather engorged penis. A split-screen effect showed what Mark was watching. Porn! As the TV showed two guys fucking a girl at the same time, Mark's hand could be seen moving faster and faster. His mouth went slack, and a big stream of cum shot across the floor. Once he had stopped pumping it out, Mark looked around guiltily, disappeared off-camera for a few moments, and then re-appeared with a sponge, wiping up his mess. Mr. Baas stood next to Amelia as she watched with a mixture of horror and fury. His arm went around her waist again, but she hardly noticed. "Look, this is a couple of hours later," he whispered softly. He pressed a button, and the same scenario was repeated, except with a different lot of porn. Mark seemed to have quite a large supply. Once again he shot his load, although not quite as much this time. Amelia ground her teeth in fury. "Let me ask you something, Amelia dear," Mr. Baas said. "Has Mark been as keen in bed as usual?" He stared into her eyes, and winked. He knew! She went red. There must be another blasted camera in the bedroom! Their sex life had indeed taken a dive recently. She assumed it was because he had lost his job, but it looked as if the porn girls were more important to him than she was. Her eyes filled with tears. She had been working hard to support the two of them, and all Mark could do was pleasure himself at home. While she worked. Mr. Baas stood behind her, his arms around her lightly. "Time to choose, Amelia. You can walk out of my arms, out of that door, and out of this job. You will be penniless, and only have your worthless husband for company. Or, stay here, do what I say, and you can have the money, and lots of other things too." He started to slowly move his hands up to her breasts, kissed her lightly on the neck. "Just walk away Amelia if that's what you want. Tell me to stop, if that's what you want," he murmured in her ear. His hands reached her breasts, cupped them. She felt revolted. This rich old fool daring to touch her, feel her, put his hands on her breasts. How dare he! It was disgusting. She pushed at his hands, tried to push them away from her. For a moment they didn't move. He was physically powerful, as well as a powerful man, a rich industrialist. "Amelia," he whispered, holding her against him. "Are you sure? Sure you want to walk away from the money? From me? From your job? Back home to Mark? Neither of you employed? Mortgage foreclosed. Tossed out onto the street? Are you certain?" The words went softly into her ear, as he held him against her with his strong arms. She was forced to stay, to listen to his obscene proposal. He started to lazily rub her breasts through her smart business shirt. One hand undid her top button, slid inside her shirt. She struggled harder, "Let go of me!" He did not. "Look ..." he said. He moved one hand down her body, down to the top of her pants. His other hand still held her tightly against him. She struggled, but to no avail. She knew the office was soundproofed because of the confidential meetings that took place. His hand flicked open the top button, slid down inside her business pants, seeking its goal. It slid further down, over her panties, violating her private space. That space that only her husband was supposed to touch. He reached a bit further and found what he was seeking. A wet spot. She was aroused, he knew it, she knew it, and she knew that he knew. She felt ashamed. She felt guilty for doing this to Mark, feeling aroused at another man's touch. It was so wrong. A hot flush suffused her face. Then Karl pressed in gently with his finger, against the wetness on her panties, pushing inwards. "You're loving this aren't you Amelia? Your body is, you don't need to deny it. I can feel it. You're thinking of Mark aren't you? Your marriage vows. But is he thinking about them? While he is wanking? Wanking while you are working to save your house? Is he thinking of you? Is he looking for a job? Seems not, eh?" His soft voice went on insistently. His hand caressed her panties gently rubbing. She could feel the wetness within, the wet spot was larger now, she was sure. His fingers would be wet, he would be able to feel her sexual response. It was humiliating. She felt her resolve starting to crumble. Those insistent hands touching her breast, her sex. Then as Mr. Baas went on about Mark wanking, Mark not working, Mark not looking for work, she started to feel furious at Mark. How dare he! If he was half a man she would have been able to walk out of this. Away from the hand in her pants, the hand on her breast, the whispered voice in her ear. But Mark wasn't a man, she realized. Not a proper one. Shooting his seed over the floor while she was out. His dick in his hand, looking at the vapid girls on the porn videos. Not wanting to fuck her recently because he was "too tired". She remained silent. He smiled, as she relaxed slightly into his arms, the tension dissipating from her body. As it did, she relaxed, backing up against him, her back to his front. She felt his cock pushing into her buttocks from behind. She knew this was the moment of no return. "OK, what do I have to do?" she asked, sighing, submitting. "Well, my dear, what I ask you to, basically. Half a million buys a lot of cooperation, you know. Tonight, to seal the deal, I want you to come next door with me. I have a little apartment here, and I want you in my bed. When we finish," and he touched her chin with his hand, bringing her eyes back to him, "when we finish, we can discuss the future." "A lot of things have been going wrong in my life, the bank, the car, creepy things outside at night. I expect that to stop." "I think you'll find your worries will be over, Amelia." He held out his hand. "Good." She took it, and followed him to his private apartment. "And what about Mark?" "I have plans for Mark, trust me, I don't think you will be displeased." She raised her eyebrows. "I'll tell you later." He grinned. Inside the apartment, he locked the door. They were alone. She shrugged her shoulders and started to undress. "Wait, no rush," he said, stopping her. "I want to savor you properly. In the office I couldn't really without making you uncomfortable, but I think I can, here." His eyes roamed her body. He went to a sideboard and got out an expensive bottle of wine, opened it. He offered her a glass, pouring one for himself. Amelia noticed that there was a dining table, already set with white linen and cutlery. "Expecting to eat?" she asked. "As a matter of fact, yes," his eyes crinkled with pleasure. Shortly afterwards a soft chime sounded, and he opened the door to allow an elaborate meal to be served up by an upmarket catering company. "Please." He gestured to the table. She looked him in the eye. "You've gone to a lot of trouble to get me here. May I ask why? You could afford as many girls as you want." "As a matter of fact, I don't want some tart. I want you. You are smart, intelligent, young, fit, strong. You are really rather lovely. And the fact that you are married adds a certain charm," he smiled softly. "What charm?" "You'll see. It will be fun, I assure you. Mark might even enjoy it, stranger things have happened." "You aren't planning to kill him or anything like that?" "No, no, I promise you. Now, eat up." "Perhaps I should ring Mark and tell him I'll be late." "Fuck Mark," he stared at her. "Hmm, maybe you are right," she responded, recalling the video of him wanking. They started eating. After a short time, he said, "Take off you shirt please, Amelia." Wordlessly she complied, continuing to eat her meal just wearing a bra. His eyes briefly enjoyed the sight of her tits. Then, "Now the bra please." She reached behind herself and unclasped it. Then, avoiding his eyes, she let it slide from her breasts. The bra hit the floor. He admired her firm young tits bouncing slightly as she ate. They both knew what he was doing. Asserting his control over her. She had crossed the line, agreed to do whatever he asked her to. She smiled at him. "Satisfactory?" He nodded. "In every way." He was acknowledging her submission to his will. They finished the meal. She was surprised and pleased that his eyes were now on hers and not her semi-naked body. It showed good self-control. Not many men could look you in the eye, she reckoned, if your bare tits were on display. She was starting to become intrigued by her situation. Reflecting, she realized that perhaps the whole exercise with the shirt and bra was done to show her this, to impress her. "Why did he even need to impress me?" she wondered. He had screwed an agreement out of her with sheer power, but now was taking a different tack. Meal over, they sat sipping wine. Amelia asked, "What am I supposed to do with half a million in cash?" "Really, that was to impress you that it existed. I wouldn't take it all home with you, it would be dangerous. You can if you want to, of course. But I suggest you take as much as you feel comfortable with. I'll keep the rest here for you. Or you can ask me to deposit it into a bank account that you nominate. Be warned that banks, and government departments, tend to look with suspicion on large cash transactions. Before you know it they'll have you pegged as a drug dealer. Plus, you may have to fill in tax forms if you lodge a lot of cash." She nodded. He continued, "Let's go to bed, just to confirm our arrangement. Then we can talk details." She smiled back, walked over and kissed him. She was starting to feel the power in him as an aphrodisiac. "Let's". In bed, she found him a passionate and considerate lover. He admired her tits with his eyes, then his hands, then his mouth. He declined her offer of a blowjob initially, being satisfied to run his hands all over her body, feeling it, exploring it, knowing it. He pulled her slacks down after a while, and then her panties. He seemed in no rush. As the minutes passed she found herself relaxing into it. She couldn't recall Mark taking this long over her. He gradually disrobed too, but in no big rush. A garment here, a garment there. All the time his attention seemed to be directed at her, at her pleasure. She couldn't fully understand it. He had blackmailed her into this, he could have forced himself onto her, into her, whenever he wanted. But no, he seemed to want her to appreciate the moment. As his hands, his mouth, explored her body she finally realized what was meant by the Biblical saying "to know a woman". He was really getting to know her. In preparation for fucking her. Amelia felt herself getting hot. Hot and wet. She felt ready. A feeling she hadn't expected. She had expected revulsion, disgust, fear. But instead felt heat, sensuality, passion, desire. "I'm ready now," she said in a low voice. "Ready for what?" he teased. "For you." "To do? ..." "Fuck me, please!" she begged. "With pleasure." His hard cock had been pressing into her side for a while now, making its presence known. Now he maneuvered himself into position, pushed. She felt him against her opening, then sliding in. "Oh, wow!" "Yes?" She said nothing, but started panting, eyes closed. He got into a rhythm, thrusting more deeply and more quickly. While he did that he used one hand to stimulate her. She shuddered when she felt it. It touched her clit, a fraction of an inch from his cock pushing past his fingers, her clit, inside her. The wetness lubricated everything, his cock, his fingers, her clit. "Oh fuck!" she yelled, arching her back. She felt the heat from his cock, his orgasm building, as did hers. His cum shot deeply into her, as she clamped herself tightly around him. "Oh, fuck!" she whispered when it was over. "That was the best ever! How did you do that?" He smiled into her eyes, kissed her, ran his fingers over her lips. Once they had relaxed, he gave his orders. "Ring Mark. Tell him you are held up and can't make it home tonight. Tell him there is a place you can sleep. Lie to him. I'll be listening." She rang her husband and lied through her teeth, as instructed. "Good, now come and sit next to me." They went back into the living room. She sat next to him, wearing a robe he had provided for her. It happened to fit perfectly. He gently ran his hands over her body as they drank the rest of the wine, and relaxed together in companionable silence. Half an hour later there was a soft chime. He picked up a phone discreetly nearby. He just grunted once, and hung up. Mark Is Cuckolded By Amelia's Boss "Watch!" He turned on the TV. Once again she saw her own house, with Mark sitting in the lounge chair. Once again, he had porn on, and was stroking himself. "This is live, you know." Her eyes widened as she watched her own husband jerking himself off to the tarts on the video. "That's disgusting!" "Don't worry, we'll be punishing him soon. You and I. Together. So he knows what he has done wrong. And he knows that you know." "How will you do that? What will you do?" "Tonight is the first part. I really like you, Amelia." His hand gently stroked her tit. She felt hot. "Are you with me? Or with that wanker?" He glanced at the TV, where Mark was spurting his cum over his pants now. "I'm with you," she breathed. "Karl? That's your name, right? May I call you that?" "In private, yes. Watching your husband has made me want a bit more. Just suck my cock please, Amelia." "Yes, Karl." She obeyed him, dropping between his legs, mouth open. Karl enjoyed the next orgasm, but had asked for it really to ensure that she would obey him, especially with the evidence of her husband's wanking in front of her eyes. It was like she was cuckolding him, but right now, Mark didn't know it. Soon, he would, she guessed. * The next morning, Amelia woke feeling happy. Her money worries were over, and she imagined that life was going to get more interesting. Karl told her over breakfast, "Don't worry about the house. I'm prepared to pay the whole thing off for you. But on one condition. You have to get Mark to turn ownership over to you completely. Tell him that it is for tax reasons. Does he trust you?" "Oh, yes." "Good. I'll have my lawyers draw up a deed of transfer. Make sure Mark understands this. Once he signs it, and the house is yours alone, my company will pay off all outstanding debts. It will seem like a great thing to him. After all, he trusts you." "I think I can do that." "Excellent. One more thing. No more sex with Mark. You are mine now. You know about the cameras, so you know I'll know if you try it. Everything is being recorded, don't rely on waiting till I'm asleep. Looks like he likes his Internet porn girls more than you anyway, eh?" he smirked. "Agreed?" "Agreed, Karl." She bowed her head. "No slipping away to some place where there aren't cameras either, like some place in the forest. Any trickery like that, and you will regret it. You understand?" "Karl, I'm yours now," she replied simply. She was motivated by many things in that simple statement. Money. Power. Lust. Having felt Karl inside her last night, felt his raw power, his gentle touches, his ability to make things happen, she gave herself to him completely. She knelt in front of him, and kissed his feet. "Why are you mine? Just to be certain." "Well, on the one hand you can destroy everything I have, my house, my car, my job, my marriage. It's obvious to me now. As your PA, I've seen you do it to corporations, to people who stand in your way. On the other hand, if I obey you, if I give myself to you, I will have more money, more possessions, more everything than I was ever going to have at the bottom of the pile." She looked down at the ground. "Good, my darling. I'm glad we understand each other. Now the cash was impractical, you must admit. Here." He gave a credit card to her. It was made out in her name. You can spend $10,000 a month, and it will be paid off, no questions asked. Over five years, there is your half-million dollars, more in fact. You don't have to tell anyone about it, least of all Mark. Buy for yourself whatever you want, or just get cash out. Kiss it." She did. "Now kiss me." She kissed him on the lips. "Kiss my cock." She went onto her knees and kissed that as well. He smiled. Money, power, sex. It always worked. He went over to the wall cupboard, came out with a riding crop. "May I whip your ass?" he inquired gently. "I'm yours, you can do whatever you want." She shrugged off her clothes and bent over, ready for whatever he deemed necessary. "In that case, it isn't necessary. Stand up. But I will keep this handy for your worthless husband." "Can I help? Somehow the thought of it turns me on." "I thought it might. Certainly. I would like you to be an active participant." He went and stood behind her, holding one tit in each hand. "But what about your marriage vows?" he whispered into her ear, while he fondled her nipples. "Fuck the vows," she breathed back, wriggling with pleasure. "Excellent. I believe we will be able to do that soon." "But how will you achieve that?" she wondered aloud. "When you have money, you can find out a lot of things. Things people don't generally want known. Let me show you. Invite me to your house once he has signed the papers." "I'll do that," she replied. "I'm looking forward to it. I think the evening will be ... special," he grinned. * A week later she had convinced Mark to sign the ownership of the house over to her. The thought of saving on taxes had convinced him. She told Karl that day, handed him the papers, and invited him to dinner. That evening she prepared a simple meal. She doubted the meal was going to be the focus of the evening. At the appointed hour, Karl arrived. "Good evening, Mr. Baas," she said formally. "Allow me to introduce my husband, Mark." "Pleased to meet you, sir," responded Mark. Karl smiled stiffly. Half an hour into the meal the doorbell rang. Mark answered it, and then retreated into the room with two cops following him, a nerdy-looking civilian at their heels. "Sir, we have reason to believe you have illegal pornography on your computer. Bestiality, child pornography, other proscribed images and files. What do you have to say?" Mark had a guilty look on his face. "I can explain ..." "Confiscate his computer," the lead cop said. The civilian, a computer expert, carefully checked the computer setup before powering it down. "We'll be analyzing this, but from what we have seen from the logs of your service provider you can expect 10 years in jail," the cop sneered. "At least." He produced handcuffs, cuffed Mark's hands together, started shoving him towards the door. Karl stood up. "Officers, can I have a word?" He led them out of the room. Voices were heard indistinctly from the next room. Amelia glared at her husband. What next? The cops left, taking the computer with them. Mark was dumbfounded. Why hadn't they taken him too? He knew he had been downloading illegal stuff, but how the fuck had they caught him? Out of the hundreds of thousands of people doing the same thing? Karl came back into the room. "I have influence in this town. They'll not press charges for a while. Unless I want them to." He looked Mark in the eye. "That means you will do what I tell you to, unless you want to spend the night in a jail cell. And the next 10 years." Karl pulled out a mobile phone, his hands hovering over it. "Do you submit to me? Or do I call the cops back? If you are thinking of the latter, remember sometimes cops beat people up, badly, because they feel threatened by them. I have a feeling they feel a bit threatened by you." He smiled. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Mark swore. "What the fuck is going on? I'm still handcuffed, do you see that?" "Oh dear," Karl replied. "I noticed that. Makes it hard to escape doesn't it? Amelia, your husband has been very naughty. What do you think that requires?" Amelia raised her eyebrows. Leaned close to Karl for instructions. "Kick him in the nuts, dear. Hard. Better take your shoes off, we don't want blood ... yet," he instructed softly. She shucked off her shoes. "Oh, darling, what have those cops done to you?" she enquired in a kind tone of voice. She circled behind her husband, whose movement was somewhat restricted by the handcuffs, and delivered a swift kick into his balls with her bare feet. "You bastard!" she screamed at him, as he writhed on the floor. "Watching porn! Illegal porn!" She landed another kick, circled around for a third, but Karl restrained her. "In a minute, you can do a lot more than that." he winked at her. She subsided. "Help me." He produced the key to the handcuffs from his pocket, unlocked them. With her assistance they dragged her moaning husband over to a solid chair, cuffed him to it, in such a way that his ass was in the air, and he could not escape. Karl opened his briefcase and produced the riding crop. "Your wife is going to flog you, Mark. For being such a pathetic loser. Watching porn. Losing your job. Wanking during the day." Mark's eyes widened. They knew! "She is going to deliver ten blows to your backside. After each one you will count them out, thank her, and ask for the next one. Do you understand? If you don't do it, that blow won't count, and you will get more. Reply now!" "I understand," Mark replied weakly. "Strip him," Karl ordered. Amelia undid Mark's pants, pulled them down, and his jocks, threw them into a pile. She couldn't remove the T-shirt because of the handcuffs. "Scissors," Karl suggested. She got them, cut the T-shirt off him. Now he was stark naked. Karl nodded at her to start. With pleasure, she thought. Whack! Mark yelped. "That hurt!" he whined. "You didn't count, so we'll just do that one again," Karl said, nodding to Amelia. Whack! Mark shrieked. That was worse. "One!" he yelled. "What else?" Karl asked. "Thanks," Mark mumbled. "Please hit me again." he whispered. By the fifth whack Karl was getting quite aroused. Watching Amelia whip her husband was quite erotic, he thought. He turned Mark around so his head was facing where Karl was sitting. Karl pulled his cock out and started stroking it. After the eighth stroke Mark was blubbering like a baby. Karl stopped Amelia for a moment, suggested she do the last two strokes naked. She was happy to oblige. Watching Amelia whip Mark's ass with her trim, lithe, naked body gave Karl a lot of satisfaction. He liked the way her muscles moved as she wielded the riding crop, raising it high, and bringing it down hard on her husband. He liked the way she was now his to command. Her mind, her body. And soon he would have her genes. He slowed down his stroking, he needed to save his cum for putting inside her in a few minutes. After the tenth stroke (well, eleventh if you count the one that Mark hadn't responded to) Amelia's body had a light sheen of sweat. She was panting slightly from the exercise. She looked magnificent, Karl thought. She stood in front of Karl, chest heaving as she took some deep breaths. "Some more, do you think?" she asked, hopefully. "Not just now, Amelia. I have something else in mind. Better get some lotion from the bathroom for those nasty marks on his ass." He turned towards Mark. "Now, Mark. That must have hurt, huh?" Mark nodded miserably, his face still showing little lines of tears. "We'll see if we can't make it better," Karl smiled. Amelia returned with the lotion, and at Karl's direction started spreading it onto Mark's buttocks. As she worked the lotion in the red marks she had caused she noticed his cock starting to straighten. She glanced at Karl, eyebrows raised. "He seems to be enjoying that," Karl agreed. "Try to work some into his anus, see what happens." Amelia slowly worked the lotion onto Mark's buttocks, then concentrated on his crack, working her hands over his anus. As she pushed the lotion into it Mark's cock thickened up even more. Karl nodded at the riding crop, grinned. Amelia took the hint, picked up the crop, and gently started working its handle into Mark's asshole. "Oh, god, not that!" cried Mark. "Mark," said Karl, looking directly into Mark's eyes. "Shut the fuck up, or get another ten licks from the thing that is now currently going up your ass." Mark shut up. Karl glanced over at Amelia who was still twisting and inserting the crop into Mark. She smiled, slapped some more lotion onto the crop to help it go in smoothly. As she pushed and twisted Mark's cock got straighter and straighter. Amelia reached out and stroked it gently. It twitched in her hands. Mark was enjoying this! She stroked it again, lightly enough to arouse him, but not firmly enough to bring him off. "A photo is in order, I think," smiled Karl, pulling a digital camera out of his briefcase. He took a number of photos of Mark, ass in the air, riding crop sticking out like a donkey's tail, engorged cock pointing to the ground. Mark went beet red from the humiliation of it. If that photo ever got out everyone would laugh at him, he was sure. Mark felt utterly dominated. His only salvation now was to submit to Karl, and hope that he would keep the cops off his back, and the photo inside the camera. Karl put the camera down. "May as well reward him," he suggested to Amelia. She moved Mark's new "tail" around gently with one hand, probing for his prostate gland. As she found it Mark moaned and writhed. Her other hand moved faster and more firmly over his erect cock. Shortly after, Mark's cum spurted all over the carpet. He felt deeply ashamed, that they had managed to get that reaction from him, with the crop up his ass, and her hand on his cock. Karl unlocked the handcuffs. "Well, Mark, you can just call the cops. Make a complaint. But, of course, the child porn charges, the bestiality charges, they will remember them. And I just want you to know something. In prison you are going to get a lot worse than what just happened here. So much worse that you will spend nine and a half years wishing you had stayed right here. With us. However, there's the phone." He gestured to it. Mark remained immobile. He was trapped and he knew it. "I see," continued Karl. "Well, go grab a sponge and clean up your mess. Go to the bathroom and get that thing out of you. Clean it. Bring it back to me. Then walk your sorry ass into the bedroom. Take that chair with you." He pointed to a wooden chair they had at the kitchen table. Mark did as he was told. They giggled as they saw him walking out of the room with the crop sticking out of his asshole. * In the bedroom, Karl pointed to the chair. "Sit," he ordered. "Now, you agree to stay here and take our local punishment? Or you put your hands in the tender mercy of the law?" "I'll stay," Mark replied, resigned to his fate. He sat. "You consent? Good, now I just want to make sure you don't bolt." He produced some soft rope from his briefcase, tied Mark's arms and legs to the chair. "I want you to watch this." He smiled. "And enjoy it. I honestly think you will grow to like what we will be doing here." He nodded at the bed. The still-naked Amelia climbed onto it. He joined her, savoring her slightly sweaty, taut, sexy body. He removed his own clothes, climbed onto the bed next to her. Mark was forced to watch from a couple of feet away. Watch as Karl stroked his wife's body, starting at her feet and slowly working his way up. She shivered in pleasure. Never before had she abandoned herself so totally to a man. Karl could destroy her, with his money, his power, his agents, she knew that. Or if she pleased him, he could give her wealth, possessions, feelings, the likes of which she had never known, or known only fleetingly. It was a heady feeling. A sexy feeling, an erotic feeling. She felt warmer as his hand moved up her leg, towards her sex. Without realizing it, she parted her legs to let him in. Mark watched in horror, his buttocks still smarting from the beating, but his cock started throbbing from the sensual pairing in front of him. Karl glanced at Mark's cock, winked. Mark felt a deep shame. Karl knew that his cuckolding of Amelia was turning Mark on. His body had betrayed him, again. It had betrayed him when he had started downloading the illegal porn, and it was betraying him as he watched Karl preparing to fuck his own wife. A feeling of total worthlessness washed over Mark, dragging his sense of self, of identity, away with it. Suddenly, all he cared for was the display in front of him. Mark watched as Karl's hand moved up his wife's body, teasing her. Amelia groaned as the hand played around the entrance to her pussy. Karl's other hand was gently touching her breast. Amelia's eyes were shut. Mark got harder, he started straining at his bindings, saw now why Karl had wanted him bound. The fact that he was restrained was, in itself, erotic. How had Karl known that? Bizarrely, he found himself responding sexually to Karl's power. Being under his control was quite stimulating. He almost hoped Karl would want to punish him again. His cock twitched at the thought. Karl glanced at Mark. "He is ready," Karl thought. He moved himself between Amelia's legs, which opened even wider for him. He pushed himself into position, cock at the ready, and mouth on her tits. He licked them, caressed them, wet them. Then he put his cock at her entrance and pushed in. She was so wet his cock slipped straight inside, up to the hilt. Nice word that: "hilt". Like a sword. Impaling her. Owning her. Possessing her. As he thrust into her she felt his cock getting hotter. She felt his orgasm building. She felt the cum spurting deeply into her. "I want you to stop taking the Pill," he whispered into her ear, as she felt his cock pushing deeply into her, pushing his cum into her inner recesses. "Whatever you say." "Good." He pulled out of her, and looked over at Mark, whose cock was sticking straight up. "Get Mark to lick my cum out of you. Just to show who's boss here." She nodded, walked over to where Mark was tied up, maneuvered him into position with his mouth lined up with her cunt, and told him to lick her. "Shove your tongue in, darling. I want you to clean out any of Karl's left-over cum. Lick it up, and then swallow it. There's a dear." As Mark hesitated Karl passed her the crop. She raised it above her head, aiming for Mark's back. Before she had a chance to bring it down she felt his tongue inside her. She lowered her arm. Mark's last resistance had crumbled. He licked, swallowed, licked, swallowed. "I think you missed a drop, dear," she pointed out a little bit of cum that had run down her legs. Obediently he licked that up as well, swallowed it. Mark's cock was was pointing straight out, the veins sticking out from it, so hard was he. "Better give your husband a little relief," Karl suggested. "As you wish, Karl." Her lithe lean young body would get anyone hard, Karl thought. She started wanking Mark, as he couldn't wank himself, being tied to the chair as he was. Just as he was about to come, Karl said, "Stop!" She stopped. Mark's eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Just another couple of strokes," he begged. "Get the crop," Karl ordered. She picked it up, wielded it with a satisfyingly high-pitched "swishing" sound. Karl stared at Mark. "Beg, if you want to come now. Or I'll get her to whip your little dick." Two alternatives flashed through Mark's brain. Beg, and get relief. Refuse, and be whipped. He chose the sensible course. "Please. Finish me off. Amelia." She raised her eyebrows. "I beg of you." She smiled. "I'm begging you darling, I'm bursting here." Karl nodded at her to go ahead. She grabbed his cock again, jerked swiftly, stood aside as the cum spurted past her onto the floor. Mark sighed with the release he had been granted. "It's a mess isn't it, Amelia?" Karl frowned. "Sure is, Karl." She untied Mark's bindings. "Lick it up, darling. Can't have a dirty floor." Mark was so pleased to have been allowed to come, he dropped to his knees, put his face to the floor, and licked up his own cum. Looked around at their impassive faces. Knew what was required. Swallowed it. Their contempt for him was obvious. Amelia, still naked, walked until she was right in front of him, still kneeling, crop swishing in the air. Mark glanced up at her, knew what was required of him next. Total and utter submission. He kissed her feet, licked her toes. He was so grateful that the whip didn't descend onto his back he almost passed out. Mark Is Cuckolded By Amelia's Boss Karl moved into position. Mark kissed his feet as well. "Mark," Karl said. Mark looked up. Karl pointed at his own cock. Mark got the message. He raised himself to waist height, kissed Karl's cock. "Good boy. Now if you want to leave, there's the door. Otherwise curl up on the floor at our feet. Come, my darling," he motioned to Amelia to join him in the bed. They tossed Mark a blanket to put over himself on the floor, then Amelia and Karl went to sleep in each others' arms. * Next morning Karl went out to his car for his overnight bag. Inside were a change of clothes for him, and a short skirt and women's panties for Mark. "Now, Mark," said Karl sternly. Put on these panties, this skirt, and a T-shirt. Then make us breakfast. From now on you are going around this house dressed as a maid. "Never!" Mark responded, dredging up his last iota of courage. Karl sighed, grabbing one of Mark's arms. "Grab his other arm, Amelia," he ordered. She complied, after which they wrestled the handcuffs back onto him with his arms behind his back. The dragged Mark back to the chair, tied him to it. Karl produced another item from his briefcase, a "cock cage", that is, a male chastity device. With Mark wriggling away in the chair Karl pushed one of Mark's balls through the restraining ring, then the other, then padlocked it shut. Following some whispered instructions, Amelia confronted Mark, took hold of his balls where the poked out of the cock cage, and gently squeezed them. "It looks like we have you by the balls, dear," she remarked, squeezing a bit harder. "Now are you going to agree to do what Karl says, or walk out that door naked, with the cock cage in place, and ring the police? The same police who are currently working on child porn charges against you?" She smiled sweetly at him. Mark started sweating. "I'll obey you!" he sullenly agreed. "Watch your tone of voice!" She squeezed a lot harder. "I'll do whatever you say!" he yelled. "Ow, stop that!" "Say 'please'. Beg." she smiled, still squeezing. "Please, I beg of you. Let me go and I'll put the maid outfit on, and make you a lovely breakfast." "OK." She let go. They untied him. Mark kept his face neutral as he put on the panties over the cock cage, pulled on the short, pink skirt, and put on a T-shirt. He shambled off to make them breakfast. He was starting to enjoy this treatment, strangely enough. He had the sort of personality that responded to being dominated. His cock started to swell inside the cock cage, filled it, couldn't expand any further, and started to feel a bit painful. The pain made it deflate a bit, then it expanded a bit, and so on. Overall it was a pleasant sensation. As Mark served up breakfast Karl instructed him, "From now on you will refer to me as Master Karl, and your wife as Miss Amelia." He waited. "Well?" "Yes, Master Karl. Would you like more coffee, Miss Amelia?" They smiled broadly. * Life went on in Mark and Amelia's house, a little different from usual. Mark would shop, do the washing, vacuum the floor, and cook the meals wearing his cute maid's outfit. Karl and Amelia would arrive home after work, let Mark serve them dinner, supper, and liquor. They bought him different outfits to wear, each one more feminine than the previous one. Karl bought Mark some padded bras at a specialty shop, made him wear them under his outfit. They forced him to shave all his body hair, wear lipstick and make-up. He was being transformed nicely into a girl. When it was time for bed, Karl and Amelia would get into bed, tenderly hold, caress, and fuck each other while Mark had to sit and watch. Mark's cock was bulging out of the sides of the cock cage each night. He started begging, but they trained him out of distracting them with that. About once a week, but with a little randomness, Karl would tell Amelia to unlock Mark, and jerk him off. Mark lived for those moments, as the pleasure was so intense after all that watching and waiting. After a few months Amelia had a bump on her belly. Karl's child was within. Karl was pleased to have been able to use Amelia's genes for his offspring. His own children with his legal wife were no-hopers, and he had visions of his new children taking control of his huge industrial empire. A child of his, and Amelia's, would surely have the necessary foundations for such an important job. ~ ~ ~ Thanks to Brandie69 for help with editing this story, and plot suggestions. If you enjoyed reading it, please vote.