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Subservient Ch. 01

By: BiSmiley



Comments: This is the first story I've decided to submit and I hope its worth continuing so read through and enjoy.

Bit of violence and skin but the heavier stuff comes later in the story. 

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'Don't move, control your breathing, don't wake her, please don't wake her.

These moments of the early morning are the only shreds of freedom left, she's taken everything else, everything they didn't beat out of you before 'she' got her sick little fingers...everywhere'.

I tried to keep lecturing myself about my sack of shit life but bitching about it wasn't going to do any good, luckily my thoughts were my own and for any one of those words she'd have me humiliate or debase myself, or worse....tend to her 'needs'. She was glutton of all things related to pleasure, though looking at her she was fit and beautiful but never the less a sick sadistic, viper, and she lay coiled around me like many mornings before this.

Last night had been less.....well less 'creative' but just as revolting and degrading as it always was. She had company last night, a General I think in an attempt to get clearance for something. As a special treat she had me serve drinks in naught but my skin, the general was older woman, still she wasn't shy with her eyes... or her hands. As for Commander Nigh she was so wound up from debasing me she spared me some of my other duties after the general had left, and ordered me to her room, she wasn't a gentle woman so taking it slow was rare; the last words she whispered in my ear were "Make me scream."

To make things as absolutely clear I wasn't her 'man' I wasn't her 'other' I wasn't her 'pet', I WAS her property. Commander Lyshia Nigh, very high up in the chain of command so she got away with A LOT more than she should have. The Coryn Empire; ruled by women for women, and anything male were slaves, WE were pets, tools, breeders, and cannon fodder. I was an expendable killer, a bodyguard; one can imagine how many times I wished that I'd been able to step aside as a bullet closed in on the bitch, unfortunately I knew the price of failure the price of refusal, and that nothing I did or wanted would ever change anything.

"Carn..." She whispered with a silken snake tongue.

"Commander?" She woke...how...wonderful...it was too much to hope that I'd fucked her to death.

She looked up to me with her poisonous green eyes piercing me with them "I'm going to miss those lovely blues of yours." Another mind-fuck she was always toying with me, it was hard to believe a single word she spoke. I lay silent staring up at the ceiling her hand playing across my chest ever so gently, a touch, a caress, then slipping further down to stomach "but I believe I know what I'll miss most," a twisted smile grew across her lips "are mornings like this." Her finger tips drew lines down my abdomen lingered for a moment at my navel, I didn't dare meet her eyes again it would only encourage her to tease me further "But we don't have time to play unfortunately, fix my bath would you, then start breakfast, after that you may bathe and dress we have a busy day today so be quick about it." 

Apparent one cant help but notice that I did everything for her had I failed even the simplest tasks I'd be taken before the troops and publicly punished, she did that for more than just MY punishment it kept the others in line, I could barely feel the whip any more, having been raised under its wicked kiss for my whole goddamn life.

Nigh's was a good liar, but I was starting to think that she meant what she said, she was too...nice it was unnerving probably her plan to begin with, but if it was some kind of mission or trip; I didn't care anywhere was better than at her side, in her bed, under her gaze all of it sickened me and even a single day away from it was a paradise. "Your bath Commander." I stood at the door to the bathroom holding it open for her as per the normal routine.

Drawing her bath I watched as she paraded her elegant form passed me without shame, in attempt to entice me, a futile attempt but what did it matter she'd use me anyway. "Such a gentleman." She quipped; she knew why...She authorized the training, and shock treatment as punishment. One would be amazed how quickly something becomes habit when reinforced with electricity.

I moved to the kitchen my feet finding the cold tile floor, Nigh had specific tastes so breakfast was usually a complicated process, all high society dishes I was more appreciative of simpler meals, probably because it was a pain in the ass to cook 'her' meals. "Lets see what we have today Carn?" Waltzing out into the open in a towel and slippers, she had short firey hair it was a military prerequisite but length was the only limitation, I was an example "Mmmm," she cooed as I served her a plate the salty smell of hickory bacon, coupled with diced green onions, French toast, and some Cajun dish I couldn't recall the name for, Nigh had a taste for spicy foods, never sat well with me "Now go get ready Carn, you've got twenty minutes." 

Time limits...Another form of control she exerted, I made quick work of a hot shower, fortunately with a large breakfast she wouldn't be standing in the doorway watching me a habit I had come to despise from her, I usually got around it with cooking but she'd often finish early and time how long it took me, suffice it to say my time limits kept getting shorter.

Standing in front of the mirror drying off, I winced with every scar playing across my back; so many that they blended together into a downward stroke, grooves and textures interrupting the natural lines of my frame. They weren't the only marks life has left on me but they were the most noticeable. Moving the towel too my hair when I felt her cold fingers on my back, the feeling leaching into my spine "I ABSOLUTELY love this texture." The complement was lost somewhere in the years of hearing *CRACK* and my own screaming echoing back at me from cold empty space. "I am so glad I put you through that laser hair removal program," and hand floating over my right hip "So smooth." Used to have to use a straight razor, for my face and everything south of that, and difficult job to say the least, but Nigh got sick of me taking so long so she made a permanent solution available... the only hair left on me were my eye brows and the mop on my head I suppose she wanted me feeling like a child for the rest of my life why else would she give a damn.

She reached for the towel pulling it gently away from my grasp; odd yet again this was not her style like someone savouring the last few sips of wine before calling it a night, those moments took forever. "I was thinking of changing this." Sweeping her hand up to my hair taking a soft hold if it; it was her that had me bleach my hair to a snow white, streaking in the deep blue, my hair riddle with clean clear stripes... I was a god damn dress up doll. "Well, I'll worry about that later, now get brushed and dressed."

Dressing was easy too Nigh had lain my clothes on the bed as usual, a form fitting black turtleneck with three/quarter sleeves, crimson leathers, and standard issue boots and a small bracer for my left arm, there was a four inch knife hidden on the inside of the wrist; I could be shot for carrying an undeclared weapon but Nigh had no love of sending me anywhere without it, a deadly little tool, I'd proved as much more times than I'd like to say.

"Carn are you ready?" tying my boot laces she walked in dressed in a business suite with a skirt far too short to be seen seriously but people knew her reputation, I was dangerous yes and so was she, she was much better with knives than I'd ever be, or anyone else could be.

"Yes Commander."

"Good, we have some foreign Dignitaries to baby-sit; you'll get assigned to Ambassador Chelsey Kritten." I followed a step behind as we exited the building and toward the base's garage she briefed me on the details on the way. "She's a Colonial, you were chosen because she is a high risk, and you speak her language, I've been told she understands common tongue and speaks it fluently, she has no military training, but with her young age my superiors don't trust her, she's too young to be only an ambassador, that and rumours of assassination have been floating around."

"Am I to simply guard her Commander?"

"No, do not let on that you speak Colonial, listen in on her, you will be traveling with her as a guard, escort, and unfortunately those political morons see it as a good faith gesture you'll be under her command." Fuck... Thoughts of freedom replaced with the prospect of another bitch holding my leash, Nigh didn't like the idea of 'her' property being loaned to someone else I could see it in the way she moved and in the tone of her voice. She never liked me be sent on any mission but those of HER choosing, but it happens, I imagine she doesn't like all the effort she put into me to be put at risk...She cared, she cared about her own pleasure.

We came to her armoured car, nestled back in the far end of the garage, Nigh was the acting base commander so she got ALL the toys and broke all the rules, though anyone in a position to hurt her position with this information was dealt with... I dealt with them one way or another; some times with a bloody end others I'd rather not speak of, but the make me remember with every wink and suggestive glance.

I noticed a group male soldiers, kids, destined to be shock troops, mindless, drug addicted, and fed a daily dose of steroids, they were the broken ones, kids that didn't survive training like mine...lucky bastards. They get strapped into thick body armour and loaded up with high impact weapons.

"Take us to the embassy; I'm sure you know the way." I was driving... I forgot to add chauffer to my list of jobs. I knew my way around town well enough to get to Nigh's favourite restaurants bars and clubs, as well as few government buildings. Starting the engine letting it rumble to life a lot of power not so much noise more capable than most other engines it was a beast, I'd torn through a few streets in the past and Nigh had been the target of more than a few assassination attempts, this vehicle saved us more than once, been rebuilt three times in the last year.

Fortunately this drive was smooth and uneventful save for Nigh bitching about this Ambassador and about the RULES I'd have to follow...slaves in service to political figures had different rules than that of those serving in the military either way we had no rights, no choice, just new habits and duties. "Apparently she'll be in Coryn for an extended stay; the Colonies aren't safe some network trouble, heavy equipment malfunctions and terrorists taking advantage of all the chaos." The Colonies were always in trouble, unstable governments run by companies with no experience in the matter, using mercs' as police... Nigh and myself had caused havoc on our 'vacations' black ops but they were never recognized as military operations, yet they always seemed to benefit Coryn, the Empress was usually pleased with her accomplishments, few people in power ever notice me; that was sort of the point.

"Oh I forgot to mention that since this a very sensitive matter, this is more of an audition, three others are being considered for service to the Ambassador and there'll be heavy security and screening the works." Without a word I removed my bracer and handed it over to Nigh. The screening was worse than a standard medical exam by far, I'd gone through it once or twice they don't spare anything in these screenings, because in the past slaves have been used for assassinations, some having bombs implanted, or were infected with disease or bio-weapons, even actual weapons stowed away in the flesh, I was not looking forward to it but it was the way things were done.

"Okay we're here, you know the drill Carn follow me keep your eyes open." Nigh didn't trust anyone, she couldn't afford it; she once told me that I was the only one she had any trust in simply because she knew that I would share her fate if anything were to happen, she was right but it didn't stop me from fantasizing about her demise.

We passed through security, not a slave in sight, they didn't trust us with those positions they were too easily turned, too disposable. The eyes on me watching every step every turn of my head, give me the right weapons and few flash-bangs and I could kill everyone in this room, problem was I'd never leave this room the personnel weren't the problem the automatic lockdown was. At the entrance we were stopped by this piss ant security-girl eyeing like a piece of meat "Commander Nigh," she briefly acknowledge my Commander before turning back to me, behind her a second officer waited at the elevator "Her highness is waiting for you at the top floor," then they pointed me to the security offices 'the slave entrance' "they're ready for you, but please show your man to the security desk as soon as possible they want to do the screening before the Ambassadors arrive."

"I thought they were allowing the Ambassador to make the selection." Nigh was rarely mistaken on these things so a bit of tension in her voice over the sudden change was expected and it had this 'greeter' shaking in her boots. I would've smiled if I were allowed to.

"No ma'am recent information has us stepping up the schedule, Admiral Vissan, First Secretary Golha, the Empress and her daughters have also insisted on overseeing the screenings and selections." Great...an audience...

"You sound disappointed Chief." Nigh caught it as well the tone in the security chief's voice made her grin like only a monster could; appreciating the fear she instilled in others. 

"No ma'am someone has to see to the safety of this facility."

"Good answer Chief."

We moved further into the building no smell, and no sound other than the barely-there hum of cameras and the clicking of foot-falls "Carn." she pointed me to the security desk, I nodded without a word and walked up to woman behind the desk. "Name, rank, and program?" She eyed me up and down waiting for an answer, thinking that tidy black uniform intimidated me.

"Carn, rank Alpha, product of the IOA-2 training program." Every slave in the military was a product of corporate facility every single one! Methods change from place to place some brutal others subtle ALL designed to turn out a different type of soldier or slave by ripping away the IDEA of freedom. The kids that break don't go to waste...experiments...shock troops. The mere mention of it brought back the memory of the gunshot......then there were the shock treatments and solitary confinement... stories for another time maybe.

"Okay Slave, step into the next room, the agent inside will instruct you further." They went ahead and showed me into the next room an interrogation room with a rather large window and new machines lined up against the far wall. Three women inside, Medical Examiner an MP and an Agent typical set of women, very professional about this but I've heard that sometimes they draw straws to be involved, but luckily they were being watched by the Empress herself, three cameras only two were obvious at first glance. 

"Center of the room!" The speakers in the high corners of the room blared to life; the voice was obviously from behind the mirrored glass I couldn't see who stood there; what I'd give for a gun at that point. "Commence manual search." The strip search first...yippee... I could almost feel Nigh's wicked eyes through the cameras, and imagine the wicked smile born from displaying me to the Empress herself. Cold hands wrapped in latex taking their sweet fucking time, "Slave!" I straightened my posture as the voice commanded, next came a question "the tattoo on your chest; that is a black-ops brand correct?"

"Yes Ma'am." 'Ma'am' the default of any woman I didn't know the rank of... I didn't see the point in the question, I never knew the entire meaning of it, though I remember being inked on my thirteenth birthday stung like a bitch, they added lines as I became more adept and the last part was added because of my service to Nigh, a triangle at its core. I endured two hours of poking prodding blood tests and scans allowing them to scan every molecule of me to make sure I wasn't armed or unhealthy, they couldn't afford to have any harm come to the Ambassador.

Then the questions about my skills and what I knew about the Colonials, they tested my ability to translate their language; they would speak lines in Colonial then I would translate it as plain as day. The second part I had to interact with that language further proving my knowledge of the language. Next was just a list of my skills training and accomplishments, though Nigh had told me to keep 'certain' details in the dark no matter who asked. That lasted longer than expected but it was part of the testing standing at attention without stitch of clothing in a room they kept toying with the temperature assaulting me with cold then heat...fucking pointless but still I didn't move I didn't flinch I answered their questions without hesitation, and without error. "Well done Slave, now the final test, kill the examiners." It took me a split second to respond, to bad they didn't react as fast.

I'd already snapped the medical examiners neck, I wasn't wasting time, this wasn't about inflicting pain, there was no need to fight just kill, they fought back, the MP kicked wide I caught her foot kicked the other from under her and crushed her larynx beneath my heel. The Agent was better trained, even armed with a gun and a combat knife she didn't get a chance to squeeze off a round close yes but I'd gotten around her. A sleeper-hold is more effective than it seems, even as she kicked and struggled, my mind wandered over the science of this act, the science of putting this poor woman to sleep, cutting off the blood to the brain with a simple hold and all it takes is a short ten seconds and she will fall asleep, keep holding as she goes limp...a little longer...a little...longer...and she never wakes up. 

I released her, as her body fell to the floor I felt as empty and lifeless as that corpser, these women died at my hand yes it was a simple test...wasteful...but I had no choice "Well done Slave, very neat and clean proceed to the next room; leave your things." I exited and found elevator waiting door open and the destination already chosen. I looked back with regret I could kill without a second thought but after the moment something thing get through and pointless deaths...death without reason it was just a waste regardless of who it was, but it wasn't the first time I'd killed innocents without reason beyond a simple order. 

After a long ride to the 22nd floor I joined the other men standing in file three more slaves, like me my eyes didn't have time to take in the sights... as I was standing shoulder to shoulder with the others facing, these women four of the security personnel armed much more seriously than anyone else in the building, they were the Empress' Redguard the elite royal soldiers. Staring at the floor like the others we dropped to a knee at the exact moment the Empress entered...We dared not look up we were undeserving of looking upon her, BULLSHIT...but I'd be beaten half to death if I didn't, the first thing we were taught, I'd never seen her beyond a glance, or reflection but that was more than enough she was a raven haired woman with an icy expression a commanding presence typical Empress like behaviour, though touch overweight, but she was just as ruthless as Nigh or so I'd gathered from her reputation.

Nigh was among the Empress' entourage and stood in front of us "Daughter which of these do you think has what we require." The air in here became tense as her foot steps came closer to us, she stood in front of one man stepped away with a gesture and *BANG*!! They'd shot him...There was only going to be one of us walking out of here, and despite the freedom in death I would still choose life. It came down to me and the last man, the Empress' daughter grabbed my chin and let her steely eyes meet mine for a moment "Him." BANG!! Another crumpled to the floor, leaving me.


Subservient Ch. 01



The Admiral made her announcement "Slave!! You are hereby charged with the protection and service of the Colonial Ambassador, do not fail."

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Dressed again and escorted to the Airfield, soldiers every where including a few news vans but heavily restricted could've swore I saw them load up one news crew into a police truck in chains. Thankfully Nigh didn't bother with goodbyes I didn't expect nor care if she did; no doubt she was making arrangements for my coming home party...fun thoughts... Instead I busied my mind on thoughts of this Ambassador, the armed agents on either side of me, and all of this security meant something more was at stake than a simple meet and greet...but was this woman truly that big of target? If so the method of security was entirely idiotic.

I kept seeing all the angles, a well placed bomb, a sabotaged fuel tank; the worst of it was the availability of high ground overlooking the airport. This close to a city was a nightmare for defence a dream for a sharpshooter. I knew that because THAT was my favourite method.

There was nothing better than staring down a scope sighting in a target from kilometres away, nothing else in the world mattered at that point, jus a steady hand, a steady heart. The moment you pull the trigger, time fast-forwards the moment you see the target drop and the insects scatter...the chaos is fucking amazing. Those are the moments when you realize that one bullet can change the course of history... 

I was trailing off, but luckily I didn't see any sign of a decent shooter setting up, there were always those little things, but if they're good enough there's no point in looking you won't know they're there until they fire that shot.

The plane was offloading; a small jet, inconspicuous little Junker at least it wasn't eye catching. One the agents spoke up as this woman strode down the steps. "Ambassador Kritten nice to see you, I regrettably inform you that the Empress could not meet you, during your visit you will be provided an escort," They aimed he attention in my direction and I bowed politely as was expected of me "We've sent all the information to your safe house, we're to see you there immediately." 

She was young for a dignitary no older than 23, older than I was but not quite the political type, brunette grey eyes, fair skin, a fair looking woman by most standards, but just another bitch to me. She was surprised to see me well 'shocked' was a better word.

"Isn't he a little young?" I was 19 that was middle aged by slave standards. I stood silent and motionless as ordered not a word, not a move.

"Not at all Ambassador, he is one of our best." She just nodded, unsure of me, my experience or skill. Needless to say I was trained better than any soldier here, and that wasn't ego or pride, slaves are afforded neither.

We loaded into the car a long and quiet ride, the Ambassador obviously uncomfortable, she probably wasn't used to all the guns they way she kept glancing around at them and looking away as if looking for too long would cause one to go off. 

The agent spoke up half an hour into our drive as the limo drifted to a halt. "We've arrived, you are assigned to the 30th floor, your things and that of your escort have been moved there, call the front desk for anything you need." They brought us to yet another security nightmare; a fancy hotel, locking down a place like this was impossible too many nooks and crannies sure you can keep folks in but not for long if they're well equipped, and being so high up made it worse, meant escape would take longer but I held my tongue 'seen not heard' Nigh often told me. Then there was the easy access and large staff running here and there too many people to account for every second of every day, I almost wished I was the one being sent to assassinate her, would've been an easy task but then I'd be back with Nigh's claw's wrapped around my nuts.

"Ummm, he's staying in the same room?" She couldn't possibly be this stupid...

"Yes Ambassador, he's to serve you at all times as long as you are within the borders of the Coryn Empire." I was hoping for an extended stay, meant more time away from the queen bitch.

"But can't we get separate rooms." Well I was proven wrong... she really WAS that stupid.

"I'm sorry Ambassador, but this is standard protocol, he must accompany you at ALL times, you'll be glad to have been assigned such an escort try to enjoy your stay." The Agent had a big smile on her face before she left us. I knew why but I doubted that the Ambassador caught that innuendo.

"Okay," We exited the car and into the building flashy, decorated in red carpets and pearl painted walls I was half expecting a chandelier this place was old, but expensive. I was scanning the surroundings for potential problems when I found her looking at me as if she had something to say, and I was hoping it wouldn't be more idiotic bullshit. "Sorry I don't know your name, I'm Chelsey and since you have to put up with me I should at least get to know yours." Her attempt at courtesy was a surprise. I was also starting to think she didn't realize my place in the world, and that her idiocy was an attempt to be polite...typical foreigner.

With no choice, and a life time of habit I answered her "My name is Carn Ma'am."



Subservient Ch. 02



When I wrote the last story, it was 6 months ago. I didn't talk about our humble beginnings, I got right to the meat of a situation that fundamentally changed our relationship. See, me and Angie met at a party and fell hopelessly in love. Within weeks she had left her boyfriend and had moved in with me. I guess once a cheater always a cheater, and I'm happier for it.

For 4 years we got along great, we had some ups and downs. We had patches of a dry sex life. She was prudish about some things, insecure about others. I myself had some insecurities as well. I had the whole madonna/whore complex thing going and found it hard to show my explicit side with her. So before we got married it became a bit of a personal goal to get our sex life to be pretty wild. 6 months before our wedding we began exploring and playing and talking a little more openly and a little less critical about our desires and such. We framed a lot of our talks in the scope of jokes that would slowly ease up and become more serious. Humor was our deflection.

We found out a lot of things about ourselves and each other. I found out she came from anal quite easily, that she liked to be spanked until she teared up, that she loved facials, that she was endlessly amused with me wanting to cum on her feet, calves and thighs. She thought it was hot if I jacked off in her coffee, that she enjoyed me jacking off for her. We played and explored, like we should have when we first got together and it was slow going, but great. 

We didn't have a lot of friends, so we had no one to throw bachelor or bachelorette parties for us. So i suggested something that hinted at a deep desire I had developed over the years. I suggested we go to Atlanta to go to a strip club that we both enjoy, but afterward, to go to a swingers club. Dress sexy, maybe fuck each other in public, and if something else happens.. well, I just let that door stay open with uncertainty. 

She'd picked up before that I enjoyed the idea of her being with other men, her exploits before me certainly never made me jealous or bothered, even if i heard them in grand detail. She initially found that unusual. I joked around semi-frequently about her promiscuous behavior before she met me, I talked about it in a vague way where you couldn't tell if I was playfully making fun, or alluding to something that turned me on. Sometimes I think she took offense. She caught me logged on to a cuckold website one time and caught me off guard and questioned me into if i wanted to see her with other men. I quickly snapped a 'no' at her and pretended she never saw that. But I know this stayed in the back of our minds for a while. 

Anyways, we got to the swinger's club our bachelor/bachlorette night, already drunk and turned on from the strip club which was wild in of itself. We danced publicly for the first time as neither one of us are big on dancing, and our hands were all over each other. At any other time we would've been nervous and insecure, but we were drunk and we had a blast. We did end up having sex publicly at the club. But something else happened that forever changed us as a couple. After our first round of fucking and given some time to recoup, she began blowing me again when a gentleman walked up about 3 years younger than us and asked if he could join us. My to-be wife looked up at me as if asking permission and I told her "only if you want this, you know, once we do this, there's no going back." 

To which she simply responded with a smile "I know."

And that was that, it was a fun experience if a short one but it forever changed our relationship dynamic, and for the better. She saw how absolutely turned on I got when another man entered her and how fast it made me pop when he started getting slightly aggressive with her and she adored the reaction it spawned in me, not to mention the fact that she was getting double the attention. Later we talked a lot about our desires and our feelings and I let her know how I enjoyed the idea of cuckoldry. I told her every sick perverse desire I had as sub and sometimes as a dom. How I loved group sex, and i even admitted to being a tad bi and told her of some youthful experiences I had in that realm. 

For the next few years we met people off Adult Friend Finger, Swappernet, Swing Lifestyle and Lifestyle Lounge. From time to time we hit up craigslist. When I wrote my last story it was to signify a moment when things changed even more drastically. As we played with other men and couples my desires towards cuckoldry grew and grew and she began loving her role as a promiscuous mistress and she adored the passion she got out of new relationships, and the sensations numerous men could bring her in group sessions. She enjoyed being a naughty little minx and breaking taboos left and right. 

We had threesomes and moresomes and mfmfs and gangbangs. But most of our groupings just involved her with one or two more men. Eventually she started to take on longer term fuck buddies that would be a part of our life or months, if not a year or so. She always had a couple of flings on the side of me and her more serious lovers. I don't think she could ever go back to being a one cock girl ever again.

The last story was about what started to be my complete submission to her. I would be sex deprived via my cockcage, humiliated, made fun of, made to service her and her lovers in anyway, most of which would be non-sexual. The story ended with me no longer being welcome in her bed and with me doing all the chores in the house, completely pampering her at all times. I stayed locked up in a cock cage, and my prostate was milked to keep my hard-on from becoming painful by pressing against said cockcage. 

We lived like this literally for 6 long months. While that story took place over an entire weekend, the following days and months were not terribly different. One or two nights a week she'd have a lover come over and we continued to live in our roles. Most of the time it was Alex or John, but Angie still went out to meet new guys. In the 6 months I believe my wife had slept with approximately 30 or so men. Sometimes the weekends would be quiet and uneventful, sometimes one lover would come over for one night, sometimes both Alex and John would for a night, on rare occasion we repeated the whole weekend process. On a rarer occasion she'd have a small gangbang, and even rarer she'd head out to a bar or dance club alone and wouldn't come home at night.

As she was approaching 35 she desperately wanted a baby. She'd coo over them in public everytime she saw one. We talked and we talked and she had decided that she did not want my child but she wanted one of her lover's. We talked outside the scope of our fantasies and she was certain that we could make this work with our relationship dynamic and we were financially stable. But I was not so sure and was incredibly doubtful of this whole thing. Sure we had taken my levels of submission to a whole new level in the previous years and especially in the last 6 months, but being father to someone else's baby? I was just had some incredible reservations.

Either way she came off the pill. She told me to take each individual pill out and toss it in the trash and she stood by as I popped pill after pill out of the circular pill sheet into the trashcan. She also brought home some condoms and for the first time in 6 months and she removed my cock cage. To my absolute delight and confusion she let me know we would start having sex again but I had to wear condoms at all times as she didn't want me to knock her up.

That very night we started to have sex again almost like a normal married couple. Except, with condoms on. Looking back I'm pretty sure she planned all this out, working her desires into my psyche while I was at my weakest, night after night after night. Every night we'd go to bed and she'd stroke me until I was hard, get the condom on me, and talk dirty to me about being knocked up with another man's sperm. Some night's she'd have me pretend to be one of her lover's intent on knocking her up, dirty talking her "I'm going to knock that little pussy up baby, ya, oh, fuck."

Other nights Angie would gently pinch and twist my nipples, whisper in my ear about other men taking her and filling her with their seed, then she'd ask me if that would be ok with me, usually right when my balls were tightening and my pace quickening. Then she'd whisper all the other things she wanted from her lover's sexually, or wanted them to do. I'd be so excited I could scarcely talk, but the answer was always the same, a very squeaky 'yes'. 

In 90 days not a night passed that we didn't have sex and her impregnation wasn't the center of her fantasies. Who was I to complain, I hardly had any real sex for the past 6 months as I had been locked up in my cock cage. Towards the 3rd month of role playing like this, we'd lay awake and she'd have me rub her belly saying she couldn't wait to start feeling a baby kicking there, we'd pillow talk for an hour or so about how having a baby would make her endlessly happy and content. With all my sperm drained out of me and while I was nice and relaxed, these conversations tended to go a lot smoother as if it was day time and I was standing there unrelieved. Week after week she just kept pushing and pushing me while I was at my weakest. Eventually the more I kept hearing about her having another man's seed inside her, fertilizing her, the more excited I got. 

In public anytime she saw a child her eyes just lit up at the sight of them. She'd make faces at them to get them to smile and then she'd be grinning ear to ear, wrap her arms around me and say "Oh how I want one!" 

At work she'd send me news articles showing statistics that upwards to 20% of father's in the world were raising another man's baby and didn't even know it. She threw in the quip: "At least I'm not keeping you in the dark!"

Eventually without sex we talked how much better it would be for real if she got pregnant and while I mostly agreed this would bring her a great deal of happiness and while I lived to make her happy, I was still doubtful. But I was willing and on-board to start going through with trying to get Angie pregnant. 

Eventually she began going out on the prowl at night. The night's she left was normally when she was peaking during her ovulation cycle, she would have me help bathe her of course and help her dress sexy. She'd end up leaving in short skirts/dresses, fuck-me heels, leaving condoms on our nightstand, out for me to see and to let me know she wasn't bringing them along.

Some nights she came home early and deflated that she couldn't find anyone, usually those nights she went to bed alone and angry out of disappointment. I'd generally just stay out of her way and be extra nice to her the following day. 

Other nights she would come home late some evenings and it made me happy as I had waited completely erect until she got home. I always knew what was coming up next; she would 'make' me clean her sloppy pussy until she came. By this point I had become very accustomed to cleaning up her creampies at her whim and have grown to enjoy it quite thoroughly. Each night it made me endlessly happy to lick up her bouts of playing semen roulette with the town we lived in. Sometimes she would walk in the door, demand me lay down on the floor and she would sit on my face and let me suck as much of their sperm out that I could. While this was hot I still secretly hoped no one had fertilized her egg. 

She played into this fear too as she'd demand of me "Better clean this pussy really good, get every last drop of cum out of there unless you want to be called Daddy by someone else's kid!" or "You better clean my kitty really well unless you want this guy to be a daddy!" 

This would occur maybe 2 or 3 nights a week, sometimes more. If I made her cum while licking her other guy's spunk from her pussy she'd let me fuck her too. Even with the condom on I could feel how poor of a job I did cleaning her as she was extremely wet. Some was surely her own lubricant, but I knew some of that moistness was from another guy and it must have the potential to father my child. 

One night in particular I dropped Angie off at a neighborhood bar and later on that evening she had a man bring her home and they fucked in the back of his van for over an hour right in front of our house, apparently he wasn't comfortable with my presence. When I noticed through the window the van rocking I grew incredibly excited for I have not been around my wife while she's been this freshly fucked in quite sometime. 

After they finished she came into the house with a flush face and a huge smile and hopped on the bed on all fours. Face down, her pussy was up for my inspection. It was open, open nearly as wide as the cock that had filled it for the last hour. It was a color I call 'just-fucked red', a curious shade between the magenta of a bruise and the bright red of blood. Deep, red, alive, alluring. I have never lasted long enough to make her pussy look this roughed up. Between her lips I could see her clit, still hard and waiting for me. As always, the thought that she was now waiting for me came with a jolt of recognition. This skanky wet pussy, oozing the stud's cum, was waiting for me. She reached back and pulled her lips apart, opening her gooey hole. I inserted my index finger, feeling the heat she was generating. Extracting my digit, I brought it to my mouth, teasing myself with the savory aroma. I licked it, my mouth watering as I tasted the bled of stud and Angie-cum. So thick and semen-y, but flavored amazingly of Angie. 

I crouched behind her, watching the pool of cream rise inside her. She would contract, surely, naturally. As she did, she would begin to ooze the creampie. I watched, with rapt attention, as it welled up from within her. It was thinning, I saw, from her continued lubrication. Soon, I couldn't stop myself. Angie was now pleading with me to eat her, to bring her to her hardest cum of the night. Eventually her post-fuck release would cum, making her orgasm so intensely from my eating the creampie that she would sometimes back out. I leaned in and pushed my tongue into her. It was wonderful; beyond wonderful. Her inside was hot, bathing my tongue in not only gooeyness, but hot gooeyness. If you have ever made pudding from scratch, and experienced the hot tasty goodness of thick pudding freshly made, you know the feeling. How the thickness of the pudding envelopes your tongue, bathing it in delicious creaminess. The fact I was tonguing out the the possibility the man just made her pregnant made my lickings all the more enthusiastic and deep probing into her. I knew my deep sucking and licking were intensely pleasurable to her; it was part of the joy for me. But her orgasm caught me by surprise. Her orgasm squirted out the cum, almost literally. It was squeezed out rapidly, which I delighted in gobbling as it was extruded from her. The tremendous amount punched the kink button deep in me, and I began to cum myself. As I did, I continued to lick and suck the oozing creampie. Always when I eat her I always manage to grind my own cock against the bed myself and I frequently make myself spill at the excited movements I make with my entire body just to lap at the tastes between her legs.

From period to period the sexual tension was extremely high not knowing if her little monthly visitor would arrive and each month it did. I was relieved but I am also thinking seriously about how extremely sexy it would be to have my Angie give birth to another man's baby for our first. I keep envisioning her pregnant, or in a dress pushing a stroller and thinking how sexy of a little mommy she's going to be. Little by little as we played with this idea the reality struck closer to home and strangely (or maybe not so at this point) I really wanted to raise another man's child.

She did this for 3 months and each time her period came. Angie was quite distraught. Over this time period, the idea of her carrying another man's child had warmed up to me at this point. We had began shopping for baby things and looking through magazines/books. I had already been through some baby name books, some Dr. Spock and What to Expect when you are Expecting, but I guess that was all premature.

For 3 months she had been out and about trying to get pregnant by picking guys up at clubs to no avail. But she wasn't giving up. Angie never gives up on anything. We had decided that every time she was getting laid, she was drunk, the guys were drunk or both and maybe that was having some adverse effect? So this time we hit up the internet. We waited until a week before she was at her peak time for ovulation and we hit up Swing Lifestyle. She had requirements this time. She was looking for someone with at least larger than average cock as usual, but more importantly she wanted him to have big balls and to cum huge loads. So she talked to guy after guy, demanding to have pictures of their balls. She also asked many of them to jack off for her in a shot glass, take a picture and send it to her.

This is how she found Matt. Matt was a 23 year old male, fresh out of college. We didn't get to know much else about Matt and she wasn't really concerned. Angie was on a mission and Matt was merely a sperm donor. Matt could fill a shot glass up with his cum and he had an 8 inch cock, quite thick too. He was an in-shape young man and was very interested in being with an 'older woman'. She had let him know that I would be present and watching but that I wasn't to participate. All he knew is that she liked young enthusiastic men who could shoot big loads. Apparently this is all he needed to know as well. 

He came over to the house about 9pm, smelling a little too strongly of cologne. We shook hands and made out introductions. We talked in the living room to get acquainted, but this didn't last long. Eventually Angie walked over in her little skirt and heels and sat on his lap. His hands had found their way to her legs and were slowly crawling up her skirt as they talked. The usual bouts of making out went on, which grew more and more passionate as I grew silent and watched, which led to my suggestion we all take this upstairs.

When they got upstairs into the bedroom you could tell they had no intentions of trying to make love. They were like two animals and little did he know she was a bitch in heat needing to be bred. Within minutes he had her skirt up around her waist and he was pulling Angie's panties down. He never actually got them off though as they dangled from her left foot. Like always, she kept her heels on.

Next thing his head was between her legs and he was making her moan with his tongue. His tongue was licking up and down her swollen cleft, preparing it for the cock that was about to come. Next his tongue moved upwards and began slowly lapping at her clit. Angie grabbed his head and cried out as she came all over his face.

Angie wasn't after orgasms though, not her own anyways, so she definitely wanted more out of Matt. While eating her he had also been removing his pants and was now naked from the waist down. He stood up and kissed her on the mouth. 

She commented on her own juices that she was tasting, licking a small droplet on the side of his mouth she said: "I do taste quite sweeet down there don't I?" 

He nodded and agreement.

She reached down to touch herself as they kissed and he began to push on the outside of her hole with his cock. I walked behind them and got a glimpse at her pussy which was glistening with his saliva and her cum, lubricating itself for his cock.

Her hand was now wrapped around as much cock as it could fit and was slowly moving up and down. His precum starting to lubricate the outside rim and working it's way in.. "I don't have a condom." Matt said. 




Subservient Ch. 02



Note: Hope you all enjoy this net section, gets a bit steamier in this section, and there is a bit of bisexuality thrown in just as a warning.

beyond that feel free to share your thoughts and questions

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The last time I was in a hotel remotely like this nightmare, I was in the elevator shaft twenty floors up wiring explosives. With Nigh guiding my actions over the radio, and whispering her twisted plans for the rest of the evening into my earpiece I found it as much an escape from her grip as it was a personal challenge to stay focussed. I had to leap from one ledge swing from the main cable and prey that it didn't move before I released it sailing over to the next sure foothold, and setting the next charge. Wiring in the timer and arming the device was second nature so it only took moments "You know Carn you'll be needing a good long shower when you're finished, maybe I'll have you join me." She wasn't expecting an answer so I never gave one either way she'd do as she wished and was sure to make me miserable; she preferred it that way said 'it brought out the fire in my eyes.'

"The next charge ma'am?" I needed the last location, my whisper as lifeless as the dark shaft lingering below me.

Her sick smile was an image never far from my mind, and I'd bet that the bitch had it plastered across her face at that moment "At the top of the Shaft Carn, it's the last one, and I'll be seeing yours soon, so don't keep me waiting." 

She had me set the charges to go 8hrs from then, a little thrill to be screwing in a building that was about to be engulfed in flame. About 100 maybe 200 people were in that tower I never bothered checking the guest lists. Nigh kept gasping those sadistic little details as she made good on all those dirty little ideas she put in my head.

I tried not to think of all the carnage that was to come simply to rid the world of one Politian. There were no comforting thoughts to be found, though her finger nails digging into my flesh would provide a distraction whilst I invaded familiar dark territory.

..........

'Now arriving at the twentieth floor presidential sweets please exit the elevator.' A synthetic voice chimed freeing me from that wretched memory, and back into this new nightmare.

"So Carn how long have you been with the military?" My whole fucking life! I wasn't going to tell her that in such a tone but didn't stop me from thinking it. Still I was as always chained to the rules I was raised by, and that made the question as good as a command.

"As long as I can remember Ma'am." It was kind of pointless to ask; any information about me would be in the dossiers they no doubt sent to her secure network account. Every embarrassing detail leaving out all the mission data they didn't want a foreigner to see which most of it was

"Not much for conversations are you?" and yet another stupid remark pricked my skin like an 8cy needle, slaves weren't for conversation unless it was some pathetic little house pet.

"No Ma'am."

"Could you stop calling me Ma'am?" She huffed as in frustration not liking the authority afforded to her; it was amusing and there were very few times in my life where the rules brought me joy. Irritating her was entertaining at the very least and I wasn't about rob myself of it if had any choice in the matter.

"No, Ma'am I cannot." 

"Is there anything 'else' you can call me, I hate the Ma'am title." And I hate dumb questions, looks like we were both outta luck.

"No Ma'am."

As we walked down the hall I noticed how empty this place really was, they must've cleared out the entire floor for the Ambassador's visit, very dumb idea might as well put a neon sign on the building or paint a big target on her room's window, better yet get a quality rocket launcher and stick it somewhere unpleasant.

God I hate being on this side of the target, I'd rather be the one aiming at it rather than standing between it and the bullet. Then again very few assassins these days cared about collateral damage it was the pray'n'spray method easy but messy, bombs and the like made things too easy in my opinion.

"Here's our room, at least now we can get comfortable." Fuck I hated those words, 'get comfortable'. Every time Nigh used it I knew exactly what she expected of me, it was a sort keyword...'Carn' you better get comfortable' 'Carn I'm gonna get comfortable' 'aren't you going to get comfortable'... Hopefully it didn't mean the same coming from this woman, problem was if it did and I had to be told twice......

Inside the room door closed behind us she wandered off into the next room...My assumptions were getting to the point that my body acted on reflex, shedding my armour my shirt, boots... She walked in "This room is amazing you rea-....!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!" I stopped with my pants around my ankles, and just looked at her like she was the odd one, no woman I ever met would've been so embarrassed, and she couldn't even look at me. Were Colonials truly that different??

"Following orders Ma'am." Assumed orders but never-the-less.

"I didn't-I didn't tell you to do that, why would you?! I mean what kind of military-?! Have you no shame?"

"No Ma'am, shame is a luxury, slaves don't have that luxury." I just stared at her hiding her eyes behind her hand but still I swear she struggled not to peak passed it...a very strange woman.

"You're...you're a slave?? I didn't think-"

"No you didn't Ma'am."

"Didn't what?"

"Think...Ma'am." I insulted her but she never noticed it. 

"Could you please put your clothes back on?" I almost smiled, a rare occasion to say the least. I pulled my pants back up and re-did my belt as she started to talk again "I thought slavery was illegal." She really needed to read up on her history, Coryn has been a slave nation for a VERY long time, I'd think everyone thinking to travel here would know that much.

"Not in the Coryn Empire Ma'am." I thought there was something odd about this woman, she obviously never owned a slave, any woman raised in this society wouldn't think twice about taking advantage of a Slave, unless he was defective or unsightly but those were often cast aside executed or shipped to the mines depending on how bad their case was, a bullet was cheaper than surgery and there were always more and better looking pieces of meat sitting in the fridge.

"So that's why you- ummmmm."

"Offered myself to you... yes and no Ma'am," I wasn't going to lie.

"Are there many slaves in Coryn?" FUCK yet another stupid question.

"Every living man and boy Ma'am." You could see them everywhere doing the jobs women felt were below them, men were useful for breeding, hard labour and military servitude. they had uses for the 'barbaric instincts of men' my former instructors words not mine...I'd say these women could be just as barbaric as any man given enough power and lack of rules, just look at Commander Nigh for an example ruthless and consumed with desire for all things related to pleasure or power, often both accompanied with leather.

"So, you're not really a bodyguard??" I'd laugh if I remembered how to, she thought I was some simple boy toy sent to keep her company...It may have been a part of it but not the whole point, I was supposed to keep her happy and keep her safe a double edged job, but apparently I was free of that half of the job for now...

"I am fully trained, an am more than capable of protecting you Ma'am." 

"I'm sorry if I've offended you." Wasted apologies why did she care, my opinion didn't matter in the least. The apology was the only thing that offended me...

"I'm a slave Ma'am no apology required; I follow your orders Ma'am." Like a goddamn robot I just gave her control, just like that no thought just...just reacting like I was taught to. It was nothing new but still it only served to piss me off every time was reminded how badly my mind had been fucked with, I almost wished I wasn't aware of it, a special part of my training. Not all slaves are aware of how badly they've been warped 'ignorance is bliss.' 

She didn't know what to do, what to think or even say. That blank look plastered across her face...How could she be an ambassador? This was pathetic, Politian's were supposed suave, confident, charismatic especially those granted the status of an Ambassador 'they' stood to represent their country their people and this lithe woman stood there meek and unsure, wringing her hands hoping to squeeze a thought from them. No wonder the Colonials couldn't keep order. 

"I'm sorry I've work to do before I'm to meet with your Empress, could you ummm ah...." She didn't even know what orders to give.

A knock came to the door "Expecting anyone Ma'am?"

"Yes Carn, my advisor; Sheila Versy, could you finish getting dressed and let her in." Stupid move, she held too much trust. How did she know for sure...? But then again a killer doesn't walk through the front door not one as well guarded as this building, not unless it's me, or someone better.

I put on my shirt and opened the door to a dark skinned woman older maybe 33 years old; she dressed like a lawyer, albeit one with too much make up and perfume I almost choked. I needed only brief glance to see she wasn't a threat and let her pass closing the door behind her "Hello handsome." She smiled wide as if party to a joke I hadn't been told "Chelsey my dear you lucky little thing!" This one acted more like the women I was used to, unfortunately. "This is what I love about visiting this Coryn on diplomatic missions." With a passing grope and a worthless come hither stare she closed the distance between her and the Ambassador and I saw to locking the door.

"Couldn't you warn me?!" Ms. Kritten wasn't happy about the surprise of a Slave nation; this Sheila had a different point of view.

"And ruin the surprise." I wasn't going to just stand in that room as they argued I'd take this time to hunt down my things. I could get away with it under guise of checking the security of the room, only Nigh would see through that bullshit excuse just to put distance between us. Whatever I needed had been sent up here, and there wasn't likely to be very much, I didn't own anything...so I assumed 'weapons'. 

I was going to take inventory while they talked. "I mean c'mon why do you think they 'NEVER' allow male diplomats across the boarder?" Ms Versy was going cause me trouble, I just knew it.

The Ambassador just remained silent and angry "Remember Ms. Big-wig this is the safest place in the world unless it's Coryn targeting that tiny white ass of yours, luckily they LIKE you," Apparently my new owner had some enemies "AND who are we to judge their way of life, it works for them so why not enjoy it? These men the do ANYTHING you order them to!" 

She paused for a moment, and all I could think was 'oh crap' "What?! I had a good time my last couple visits, the stories I could tell you." Ms. Versy had likely been privy to the favours of office and didn't seem shy of accepting them.

Unpacking the suitcase marked with my brand I found clothes in one and weapons in the other, though holding a gun right then may not have ended well if I were a lesser man "Did they send this guy up after you got here? He's better looking than the one I got last time and I had to call the front desk to get that much, and yours is young too I'm so jealous!" My rifle was looking real friendly I must say.

"He's our body guard Sheila..." I could hear her tapping away at a laptop "His dossier is right in the package they sent us, look."

"19...nice." That knowing grin made me sick to my stomach.

"Sheila!!!"

"I'm still reading, calm yourself okay...holy shit, this is hard to believe, apparently, he knows yoga, gymnastics, cooking, cleaning," Look I found my revolver and a box of bullets... "If you don't want him I'll take him? Killing machine or not this guy is apparently perfect according to the record, and with yoga and gymnastics mmmm-mm girl, a rock hard body, flexible, come on and he's GOT TO have a bi-"

"SHEILA ENOUGH!! He's supposed to keep us alive, not one of your boy toys besides we've got work to worry about......and yes." I hated being talked period; I'd rather be unnoticed for the most part.

There was moment of silence before "Yes what??" More silence until laughter burst forth from Ms Versy's lips. Footsteps soon followed across the wood floor stopping behind me, I put down my things and stood, bowing courteously.

"Ma'am..."

"So you're Carn? Nice to meet you I'm Sheila Versy," this was what I was used to, and she looked at me with one idea in mind, and all I could do was stand there and accept the fact; that was my fate "Well I for one am glad to have your services on hand...as a bodyguard." She added casting a glance back at the door. The look in her eye told her story in an almost lude display.

"Thank you Ma'am." Now leave before I pick up another gun... If only I could but my body was trained for obedience. I wouldn't dare do it; even the thought of it drowned me in memories of pain. Had I actually made the attempt I would've crumple to the floor screaming, a very deep very eloquent form of hypno-therapy reinforced with electro-shock, so in laymen's terms an expensive and effective mind-fuck.

She left me in peace and I went about checking out my equipment, extra armour, assorted knives, grenades, a few shaped charges, my S-34 anti-material rifle, revolver and slug gun. Not to mention my cleaning kit and an entire trunk filled with ammo. It almost therapeutic going about cleaning and organizing every piece, it was one of the few things I enjoyed, didn't care if that was the training talking.

"Carn?" Ms. Kritten was calling me, now began the power trip...

I walked out into the main room finally taking stock of the place; the first room was shooting gallery a two floor open concept penthouse first floor wide open kitchen, and bar including plush leather couches and dinning room. The big god damn window with great view of the city was my main concern, these windows stretched up to the second level it too was open, well lit and housed a small entertainment center of it own center around an expensive computer wired into room's electronic functions. Among the second floor rooms was the master bedroom out of sight at least and, down stairs was the guest bedroom, and a massive bathroom, a Jacuzzi sized tub and a waterfall shower.

I wasn't pleased with the idea of the sleeping arrangements; two beds three of us considering how much Ms. Versy consistently reminded me of the Commander. 

Finding my way to the second level Ms Kritten was on her laptop; Ms. Versy was downstairs getting a drink, whiskey by the look of it, with too much ice. "Yes Ma'am?"

"We're meeting with the Empress tomorrow, and we have guests coming over tonight...Sheila's idea," 'No kidding' came to mind, "she has a few friends they want to touch face with the new Colonial Ambassador, should be just business and a few drinks." Finally she was starting to act intelligently telling me these things made protecting her easier, surprises would compromise her safety, so would the indulgences of Ms Versy...One of those problems was dealt with, but I'd needed more information about these guests, the other problem was out of my hands.

"What do you know about these people Ma'am?" She went to tell me in depth what she knew bringing up files via the network connection provided by the hotel, I saw very little threat to her, these women were wealthy business owners, they often have... eccentric tastes that I recall with a good deal of disgust. I hoped that they'd bring their own fun and leave me out of it. I wasn't very lucky though and somehow I expected to be the entertainment regardless what I was MEANT to be doing here.

A few hours later I'd went back and finished taking stalk of my weapons cleaning and oiling the parts organizing my clothes into neat piles. Ms. Versy hi-jacked the closet of the guestroom room, and Ms. Kritten was tapping away at her laptop the whole time checking news feeds from the colonies. I was happy to have even that short time to myself though they both took a break to dress more elegantly for their evening. Ms Kritten in blue velvet, Ms. Versy in red silk.

Ms. Versy was more endowed than the lithe Ms Kritten, but neither seemed out of shape. The women that arrived were more akin to sluts than powerful women of industry tiny little dresses low cut neckline, and a hem two inches away from being indecent. Trailing behind was a doe-eyed boy-toy, lean not overly fit like many hulking freaks some women like to cultivate. 

I felt envious of for him, not much older than me but I could tell he hadn't lived a hard life, he was probably groomed for simple service meaning he wasn't all that bright either; he didn't have to be. He was a little nervous looking like a puppy not used to being outside, they even had him collared... looked good on him... What the fuck was I thinking... this night was going to be a nightmare and my thoughts strayed to...that.

"Hello ladies thought we'd bring the entertainment while we worked, but I see you've got your own..." The ice eyed blonde closed in on me like a shark a hand on my cheek grasping at my chin knowing full well I wouldn't do a damn thing to stop her. Turning my face from side to side checking my mouth appraising me with her hands stopping only to look in my eyes "top dollar too, beautiful eyes." Indifferent toward me as I would be to my meal, she was unarmed by the look of that painted on dress. Silk like Ms.Versy but deep violet following the exaggerated curves of her hips and swell of her backside, and pressed upward to enhance a modest bust at best, guess she didn't care for implants...or underwear for that matter.

The other was a small Asian woman, Lidia Dulshye she was the owner and operator of a massive company controlling well over half the Import and Export into this country, so there was more threat there than anywhere just her knowledge of Ms Kritten might draw unwanted attention. Short wild hair, black save for the bright highlights, she wore a dress more akin to a body wrap, covering just enough to reveal a body a swimmer would kill for, sculpted and cut through some form of intense athletics. Didn't have access to her files or I'd know what it was.

"Miribell watch that one, he is not some simple pretty thing." Smart woman, very observant. It was very easy to tell the difference between a soldier and someone like 'doe-eyes' standing in the open door almost timidly as he waited for his next command, it was...cute. 

"Leonard please shut the door and make yourself familiar with the kitchen."

"The bar especially, Leonard." Lidia added quickly.

A glorified waiter, cook, and jiggalo he read like bad comic book, but I could see what women saw in him, though unfortunately their attention focused on me instead. "So are you more than a pretty thing," She turned her attention to me, Miribell's fingers curling at the hem of my shirt pulling ever so slightly upward teasing the on looking audience.

"Yes Ma'am." Ms. Versy was grinning like an idiot in the background as I was turned about to see her and Ms. Kritten as she tried to restrain outrage, uncomfort, and blushing cheeks, as the blonde...Miribell kept on with curious hands. Her unwelcome pawing growing more intimate with every passing moment. Still I didn't move remaining as a statue as she explored, raking her nails across bare skin as they traveled beneath my clothes. Had I reacted at all it wouldn't end well, I learned that a long time ago at the end of a cattle-prod "Not even a flinch, someone trained him well." She stripped the shirt from my back only to give way to gasps as all laid eyes upon my back, even Leonard seemed shocked.

"Looks like you were a bad pet." Lidia sat at the bar glass in hand admiring the scarred landscape of my back; she was wrong those scars were a 'gift' from the Commander, and a memory for another time. Luckily the question was never asked, the answer already implied though it still pissed me off to think about it. 




Subservient Ch. 02



"This should be a fun night, what's his name?" Like Lidia really cared she just wanted something to call out as opposed to 'slave'.

"Carn he's-" Ms. Kritten was cut short.

"Well Carn go help Leonard. The girls have got business to handle," The worst thing about all this was that Ms. Kritten's word would overrule anything they ordered me to do, but she was so timid that she wouldn't say fucking thing!

So away I walked to meet with the dusty haired Leonard who meekly found his way around the kitchen knowing exactly what his owner's wanted of him. As I came along side this pup, he whispered to me "Mistress, fancies you." his soft voice and kind tone made me hate Miribell and pity him. There was something twisted about her, though I imagine how much worse my own 'mistress' was by comparison... Maybe it was old memories that made me empathize with him.

I didn't say a single word simply nodding...truth was I didn't know what to say if anything at all "Your back? Did it hurt?" hushed words, harmless curiosity, still I felt my grip tighten on the bottle in hand as I was asked to pour another drink for Ms. Versy.

"Yes." I barely managed the word trying to focus, as we began preparing the evening meal. 

Ms. Kritten obviously losing herself to liquor opened her mouth saying "Those two seem mismatched." Pointing out my lack of shirt and Leonard still full clothed.

Miribell smiling to the suggestion "Thank you ambassador, Leonard shirt!" holding out her hand impatiently as Leonard fumbled at the buttons in haste, and delivered it into her waiting hands. He stood there waiting for permission to return to making dinner and she ran her eyes upon and down what was presented "On second thought... all of it Leonard." He shuddered at the thought, embarrassed no doubt but still didn't stop his trembling hands.

"Awe that's cute he's shy." Ms. Versy cooed as Leonard stripped the belt from his waist.

"Of course," Miribell added "I wouldn't have him any other way." I thought so...trained to be a meek little servant, there are all sorts of 'vendors' offering slaves trained with specific temperaments and talents, it's a booming business and I'd an inkling that Miribell was hip deep in the trade.

They watched quietly as he exposed more and more pale flesh...I have to admit I was watching too. Miribell kept him thin but fit, shaved top to bottom tattoo on his lower back a cursive 'm' twisted into a butterfly, brand recognition like a label on a pop bottle. I kept up with dinner my hands working from memory my eyes still glancing forward from time to time as he stood sheepishly covering himself. "That's enough finish dinner." Eyes downcast he couldn't even bring himself to look at me as he went back to work.

Ms. Versy was again repeating herself "Oooooh...now they're mismatched again." A wide toothy grin, as I grit my teeth preparing for what was unavoidable.

"Oh Carn darling?" A voice pretending to be sweet and innocent asking knowing that I couldn't refuse. 

Putting my task aside I stepped forward as I was trained feet together hands at my sides "What is it you require Ma'am."

Lidia was the one who decided to speak "We require, your clothes...every...single...stitch." She plucked an olive from her drink and seductively consumed it, though those hungry eyes weren't concerned with an olive. I wasn't embarrassed or skittish I'd rather get it over with, flicking open the buckle of my belt before being interrupted "Slowly please." I grit my teeth and obeyed.

And soon slipped the leathers down over my muscled thighs past my knees bending at the waist, a warm hand on my ass soft grope followed by a swift and resounding SMACK!! "Like marble, I wonder" my pants at my ankles and her hand slithering between my legs "will this be as hard." She wasn't gentle an iron grip softening only the draw those thin fingers down the length, and circling the tip making even me shiver. 

Miribell waved Lidia off, and I handed over my clothes, "We don't want Carn too excited do we." Teasing...a game played far too often. 

"Back to work," a slap to my ass from Lidia and a parting command "Keep it warm for me." This meant the obvious.

Suffice it to say I served drinks while they talked 'business'. Before long depraved ideas surfaced emboldened by liquor. "You know Miri," all pretence of proper titles were tossed out the window Miribell or 'Miri' and Lidia were running the show and Ms. Kritten was so drunk she probably wouldn't remember anything said or done at this point "doesn't Carn look so cute standing next to Leonard like that." 

"You're right Sheila." I didn't like where this was going, Lidia managed to get to her feet wine glass in hand and drape her arms across my shoulders face to face, she leaned in for kiss pulling in deep and bit my lower lip playfully "I like this one though." She wasn't bound to leave me alone until she had me, a thigh rising between mine. Leonard still staring at the floor in shame, but from time to time glancing in my direction as if to follow my lead. Poor guy was scared stiff...literally, but at least it wasn't anything to be ashamed of, I've seen smaller from much larger men.

There wasn't much I could say or do, just look back at him and show some sort of kindness, these harpies weren't going to. It took a turn for the worse when Miribell stood at his back tugging at his collar. "But Leonard looks so darling, such different flavours yet both well equipped." He almost jumped out of his skin, when she grabbed him slow steady strokes from base to tip.

"But you know he really should 'thank' Carn for helping him with dinner." The word was a cue I could tell from the sudden slump in his stance, he knew what it meant and obviously wasn't eager to comply. Miribell turned him to face me and pressed down on his shoulders massaging them as he nervously knelt before me trying to and failing to contain his fear. Lidia on the other hand swept to my back watching Leonard from over my shoulder hands firmly on my shoulders kissing my neck; I couldn't move away refusing is a form of assault where slaves are concerned even if it was for Leonard's sake.

A shit-faced Ms Kritten could only stare mouth wide her hand covering it, while Ms. Versy was up leaning back one layer of silk away from satisfying herself her left hand drifting dangerously close to that purpose. I simply closed my eyes like many nights before it; I wouldn't have objected if the choice had been mine, he wasn't exactly hard on the eyes. But knowing he was forced into it left me with little more than bitter fucked up thoughts and memories.

Lidia whispered to me to watch Leonard, as tender touch drew me to attention, those trembling lips and innocent eyes didn't help the matter much, torn between enjoying the warmth of one tongue as another coached him carefully, I don't recall 'exactly' what was said but I have my reasons for being distracted, for one Leonard knew what he was doing and two I'm still only human. 

I was only moments short of gripping a handful of hair and taking control but he was stopped just short of the mark much to my frustration, but it wasn't the first time, I was cheated. The look in Miribell's eyes spoke volumes, Lidia brought a shot whiskey to my breathless lips who was I to refuse a 'stiff' drink. 

"I think the 'boys' are ready." Miri grinned eyeing the throbbing erections between us with a familiar intent; I couldn't take my eyes off of Leonard as he wiped his mouth.

Miribell was entertaining the idea of pressing this show a little further but experience told me that she wasn't about to let these ideas stop her from getting 'involved'. I could see Lidia shift uncomfortably a delicate hand stroking at the inside of her thigh, and pouring another glass for herself. Sheila managed to get to her feet and her dress had slipped from her shoulders before her first step, skin like brown sugar in the low light being unveiled with every step she had her eyes on me and made no attempt to hide the fact. A curvaceous beauty stalking toward me drunk and hungry, and the dark haired predator gnawing at my neck whispering and pressing her bare chest into my back. Funny I hadn't noticed the dress bunched at her feet until those pert nipples pressed into my skin, finger tips tracing a line from my chest to my shaft.

Miribell had already dragged Leonard to his feet and had him pull the dress down her body, worshipping the skin he'd unveil with soft kisses Leonard looking more at home between her legs than mine, to each their own I guess.

The night continued as I thought it would, though they were a little less creative than Nigh, it was pretty much the same story. Bathes in sweat and other things I spent a good portion of the night buried to the hilt rocking my hips to the sound of laboured breath, begging for more, harder, faster, and I didn't disappoint. Lidia pressed to the cold glass of the window at one moment; my head locked between Sheila's thighs the next, the others lips wrapped about my cock bringing it around for another go. I hadn't the time nor opportunity to wipe their juices from my chin before the other pulled me into a passionate kiss, only to taste themselves on my tongue. I lost count of how many times I felt one of them shudder and shiver in release sometimes crying out in shrill celebration only to trade off and recover. 

It was mutual but I wasn't given nearly as much time to 'recover' still managing several rounds, I even surprised myself though watching Leonard get ridden among other things helped things along. We both were passed around the group like couple of joints until exhaustion started to take its toll. In one bed or another it made no difference I was born to be used and there I was, being used. What a wonderful fucking life.



Subservient Ch. 02



She just smiled, knowing she was fertile, she was ovulating, before her was a large cock that was not her husband's, capable of spilling a massive amount of seed into her.

Then as Matt mounted Angie and placed his oozing dick tip at the pink between the her lips her hand was directing the hard cock towards her very wet opening. She pulled it closer and the head slipped in pushing just past her wet opening. 

The look on his face said it all. "Ok, fuck the condoms!" he stated as if he was giving up on that idea. 

Slowly her hand tightened around his cock and she started to rub him up and down her wet slit, popping his head in and out of her hole. Her legs were widespread, her pussy was open for him. He looked down and groaned. Slowly his hips started to thrust forward. As his length began to slide into her her and my eyes met. Her mouth gaped open as she mouthed a silent and restrained moan, her eyes fixated on mine. Instead of feeling guilty I felt elated... "Fuck him good baby!" I thought as I watched the huge cock slowly pushing into her, into the pussy that should have been reserved for me. 

Matt began slowly thrusting in and out. Stretching her, making her pussy adjust to its size. They were both looking down, watching his cock pushing in and out of her pussy. Watching it disappear into her, again and again. Even though they were going at this very slowly, even though he hadn't even got his entire length in her again, she shuddered in another orgasm. 

And that did it. The extra juices made the journey easier and in one long thrust he was fully embedded in her. He began pounding away at her while she panted and whimpered with every thrust into her. She wasted no time encouraging him as she wasn't looking for a marathon fuck session. 

She just wanted to be bred. They might have been at it maybe 10 minutes before she told him "I want you to cum in me. Cum in me Matt, give me a baby. Impregnate me, oh fuck fuck yes, knock this slut pussy up." 

And I think it dawned on him what game we were playing. Or at least he probably thought it was a game. 

Her cunt had a massive cock in it, and she was wild with desire to breed and there was no way she was going to stop. She told him to fuck her, to come in her, to impregnate her and give her his baby, over and over through labored breath. She said dirty things about getting pregnant I've never even heard before.

I looked up at Matt and the veins in his neck seemed to stand out and he threw his head back and grunted and he pulled out for a few moments. 

You could tell that he had pulled out very close to the point of no return as he quickly pushed with his fingers very hard just behind his balls. After a couple seconds of tugging at his balls and taking some deep labored breaths he dipped his throbbing manhood back into her warm fertile pool of lust and from behind you could see his large balls tighten slightly with impending cum. I was nervous with excitement. I knew how much Matt could cum and that he would indeed paint her cervix with as much of his seed as humanly possible.

Her ankles back close to her head and his weight was over her pelvis so that she would be unsuccessful if she tried to push him off if she had an unlikely change of heart. He was fucking her very quickly now as Angie fiddled with her clit. 

Then just as before, Matt stopped once again for a breath, and we all knew it was for the second time just before he shot his load. But this only added to my excitement. I knew what happened when you built yourself up again and again with no release. When the release would finally come his sperm would be injected into her fertile womb with a great powerful force. Far more powerful if he just let himself go the first or second time. I knew that this was the last time Matt would stop. No man could keep putting this off.

He entered her once more, eyes squinting, veins in his neck poking through, and sweat beading all over his body, 

Angie asked with excitement, "Are you close? Please, come for me Matt. Make me a mommy. Fuck this little mommy pussy."

He replied, "Very close...I'm going to cum, oh god, i can't hold off." as he sunk his ticking life bomb all the way back into her wanting pussy.

He made very short deep strokes and for the 3rd time approach the point of no return but this he went past it. Angie saw the look on my face as I stared at Matt's cock beginning to twitch with in her. She knew right away that he was going to cum inside her.

Her hands reached down and grasped his large swinging ball sack and began to milk him. "Need to pullout soon" he said, maybe he thought this all was just dirty talk and wanted to back out. 

That was ok as Angie dug her heels into his backside making sure he didn't go anywhere and she reassured him while he continuing to pound into her, "Just a little bit longer, sweetie, cum on baby. cum in me, cum in this fertile pussy" she whimpered as his orgasm continued building and building. 

You could tell his own hormones, his own need to knock her up, his own pleasure was fighting against his good sense and her words of encouragement, the bucking of her hips up to meet his thrusts and her heels in his back was enough to make him cave.

Then he let out a great sighing moan as the first hot jet of cum shot forcefully against her cervix. She stared into his eyes with a look of extreme passion and satisfaction.

Then as if she didn't already know he loudly whispered, "I'm cumming!" 

It wasn't a warning that he was about to, it was an exclamation of joy that was. 

She responded with a shaky yet soothing soft tone while she worked hard on her clit to reach her own orgasm as quickly as possible, "I know honey, I can feel it. Shoot it, shoot it deep inside me."

As soon as she finished her sentence a powerful orgasm began a long journey through her while Matt was still spurting his virile semen into my wife's waiting womb, deep inside Angie's tiny quivering body. She arched her back against the bed. Her body began to tremble with a powerful orgasm and I knew she felt the tremors of her cervix as it slurped his life fluid upwards to meet with the waiting fertile egg. She let out a long groaned as she dug her nails into his back while Matt's huge testicles unloaded a tremendous amount of baby making semen into her. Then Angie reached up and kissed Matt deeply as their bodies climaxed together. They kissed and kissed. It was a sloppy wet uncontrolled kisses prescribed by their purposely synchronized orgasms. Matt was still pumping full force jets of cum into Angie as his cock twitched inside her. Huge globs of cum were leaking out of her with each new thrust, her pussy was simply unable to contain it all. 

Slowly his thrusts became less forceful and Matt looked as if he were gradually regaining control. His cock was still buried to the hilt in my wife making those short strokes deep inside her pussy. Angie was still climaxing at full potential with her pussy contracting around his cock milking it for every last drop of fluid and her strong cervix spasms increasing the chance of pregnancy. Then with out warning and rather abruptly her orgasm was lost. Angie was lying under him eyes closed with a huge grin plastered on her face. 

She held Matt close and kissed him once more. Then she looked down at her red, swollen and very cummy pussy and said to Matt, "Keep it there, while we wait for your sperm to make a baby." 

I looked over at her with eyes that asked if she needed me to clean her up and before I got a word out she said "No, honey, we're leaving it all inside me tonight." 



Subservient Ch. 03



Chapter 03: Gang Breeding

Well Angie's period came after her coupling with Matt and she was furious and upset. She had fucked at least 6 guys, in a total of over 40-50 fuck sessions and she still was not pregnant. She stomped around the house throwing her tampons against the wall yelling about how all the men she was fucking were 'sterile little girls'. I've seen her rage at me but never at or about her lovers.

Trying to console her I put my arm around her and told her it was OK and we would try again. This immediately infuriated her even further "Do not patronize me little boy, it's not like your little dick is much to work with either. I've only been fucking you to keep you calm and you haven't managed to make me orgasm once with that little thing. You know what? Fuck this, I need a drink!" 

And with that she slammed the door and left the house. I was taken aback by how brutal and just downright mean she had been. She clearly didn't mean what she said to me, did she? She was fucking me because she loved me and wanted me to take joy in this process of life too right? I didn't know what to think but clearly I needed a drink too. I got a beer from the fridge and camped out for the rest of the night in front of the tube.

It was midnight when she came home and I asked her if she blew off any steam and Angie stated 

"If you're asking if I got laid, no. I just went out and thought a bit over a couple of beers. I've decided you are going back in your cage."

She went and fetched it, came back down stairs and told me to drop my pants which I did and she fastened it back on. I hadn't worn this in such a long time I almost forgot what it feels like. I didn't really understand where this was going but if she needed me back in the cage to give her a little boost, back in the cage I'd go without complaint.

We went to bed that night without another word about it, cuddled and slept soundly together. The morning came and I awoke to her unlocking my cage. I was quite confused that she only made me wear to to sleep. With it off she began to slowly massage my cock as it grew in her little hands. 

"Honey, when you are about to cum you need to let me know so I can stop. I promise if you are a good hubby and tell me in time you'll be rewarded. If you don't tell me there's going to be a punishment." 

I nodded in agreement as her warm hands, her tight little grip felt so good and her fingers circled around by cock. She'd slowly massage me and ever so gradually she'd increase her pace of her strokes until she was twisting her hand up and down my shaft at a semi-rapid pace. 

I'd feel myself getting ready to spill and abruptly blurt "Stop.. stop stop.. I'm going to cum." 

She'd remove her hand and tug a bit on my balls as they had tucked themselves upward getting ready for my orgasm. When I was calmer and a bit more flaccid she'd start again, massaging slowly, building me up, until I'd warn her that I was about to orgasm. The third time around I yelled stop and a tiny drop of precum leaked out. 

She scooped it up with her pinky and put it to her lips and said "Good boy, you almost were in trouble." 

She let me go limp again and got me back in my cage. No orgasm was to be had, where was my reward I wondered?

We got up and went through our normal daily routine. At work around 11am I get an email from Angie asking "Hey, you horny?" 

"Of course." I replied in the affirmative to which she instructed me to meet her at home. She beat me home and I went upstairs to where she waited. She immediately removed my pants and my cage and said,

"Same routine as before, just let me know." 

She turned our TV on and hit play on our DVD player, in it was home made DVD of her and a buddy of hers from the gym, his name is George. And George loves Angie's ass. He worships it with kisses, he spanks it, and he has fucked her asshole more than any other man. Angie met George at the gym and he's a bit of a muscle bound meat headed type, but he does he fucks her well and make her cum. I watched on the screen as Angie screamed out as George slowly worked his manhood in her ass. It always takes Angie a bit to grow accustomed to his size but eventually they work themselves up into a nice rhythm. Once she's at the point she's bucking her ass back at him he starts spanking her right cheek over and over again. 

She lets out some incredible moans, I find myself lost in both the tape and Angie's stroking and let her know "I'm going to cum." and she quickly removes her hands from my cock and grabs and icepack she had sitting on our bed stand and immediately applies it my cock. 

The ice pack is shockingly cold and I try immediately to move away from it but she holds it firm there until my cock loses its stiffness. Just like before, as soon as I'm deflated she removes the pack and begins stroking me again. Very quickly my cock springs back to life and on the screen I see George pop out of my wife's ass and in porno fashion she quickly turns herself around and gets her face aligned with his cock and he strokes himself until he coats her beautiful face with his cum. Angie had been stroking me maybe a full 60 seconds at this point and I'm already about to pop once again and she knows it by my moans and she removes her hands. She again reapplies the ice pack and tugs my balls downward from their tucked position. When my cock is limp again she puts the cock cage backs on and tells me; 

"Thanks for the lunch time amusement honey. I'm going to go now. Make sure you take whatever you need out of the freezer to thaw so dinner will be at a decent hour tonight".

Later that night we both got home from work and we fixed dinner, had casual conversation. She noted over dinner that the screen in the window upstairs had been in need of repair for quite some time and she was growing tired of asking me to fix it. Though she cracked a smile and looked at up

"If you fix it tonight after dinner though, you might have a surprise waiting for you at bedtime."

So without further ado, I rushed through dinner. Did the dishes and went to the hardware store and back with the screen that I needed. For the next 30 minutes or so I got the screen replaced. I jumped in the shower and got dressed for bed. She was just getting her pajamas on when she noticed I was in bed waiting eagerly for my little reward. Angie hopped on top of me and began kissing me passionately, her tongue probing mine. She kissed my neck like she was hungry with desire. My left leg was slightly propped up and she began grinding her clit against my thigh, never allowing her lips to part from my lips, neck or chest for very long. 

She continued grinding on my leg with increasing pressure and speed. Eventually she had stopped kissing me and propped herself up with her hands and made her grinding on me thigh fully clothed the focus of her attention. Moments later she was shuddering with an orgasm as her arms buckled and she collapsed on top of me. She rolled off of me to catch her breath while I stayed hard, my cock pressing against the barriers of my cock cage. 

"That's the first time you've made me cum in a long time. You fixed the window, you got me off, you really have been a good boy!"

"So, do I get to cum tonight?"

"Possibly, I still really haven't made up my mind. But you do look like you need out of that cage for a moment."

She unlocked me and freed my cock once again. And once again began massaging my cock with her hands. I was so turned on from her dry humping my leg, feeling her slight dampness and warmth through the cotton pajama pants and so pent up from constantly being teased and left unfulfilled over and over again, within 20 humiliating seconds I was letting her know I was about to cum. She immediately stopped touching my cock once again. I snaked my hand over to touch myself just slightly, I wasn't intending to get myself off. The movement was almost involuntary. But with that.. SMACK, she had whipped back her hand and had smacked me straight across the face as hard as she could. I lay there stunned and shocked, my face stinging. 

"What the fuck was that for?"

"Don't you dare touch yourself, you are not in control of your happiness around here. Got it?" 

She immediately got my cock cage back on and rolled over to go to bed. Oddly she didn't kick me out of the room, but she clearly had nothing else to say to me about this matter. When we woke in the morning she was all smiles again like nothing the night before ever transpired, and just like the day before, immediately unlocked my cage and began stroking me. And again, I'd tell her to stop 2-3 times, and again she'd put me back in my cage. We repeated this all day again today, we repeated it all day Friday as well, AND Saturday too. Not once did I get an ounce of relief. Every night she had one or two big chores for me to do, and every night the empty promises of relief, a reward, a full handjob, she even hinted at a blowjob which I had not had in a very long time. Not a single night did she let me cum.

For an entire week she continued the massaging treatment and putting me back in my cage. But each night she added a twist to it. Monday night she gave me an amazing lapdance literally bouncing her bare ass and pussy right in my face and dancing in a way she grinded her orifices on my nose and chin, she never even took me out of my cage for that one. 

Tuesday she got one of her larger dildo, sat on my stomach as I lay down almost ready to go to sleep and fucked herself, her pussy facing me. Again, that night she didn't massage my cock either. She'd jack me off almost until completion at breakfast and we met up for lunch on Tuesday for the same. But the night time events were becoming quite varied. But the result was the same, every night I went to bed wild with desire to the point I was restless and couldn't sleep. Every night I went to bed with my cock pressing against it's restraints.

Wednesday she had me lick her pussy and asshole to orgasm. 

Thursday night I watched as she used her Hitachi wand on herself. Every day we rarely talked about sex. She was still cooing over babies and getting pregnant but she hadn't been out with anyone. She seemed to be on a full on mission to drive me absolutely fucking crazy and it was working. Every passing day she dressed even sexier. She went to work every day in outfits that I know must have stirred up some whispered conversations in her office. She had worked me up into a frenzy of hormones. All I wanted was to cum so very badly. 

Friday night she began stroking me again and she broke her silence about sex and fucking other guys. As I was hard and growing closer to cumming but not quite there she started up:

"I'm thinking of having a gang bang a week from today, what do you think about that my little cucky?"

"I would love to see you ravished again." I said through my calm and meditative breath, trying very hard not to get to the point I was going to spill as I was enjoying her stroking me. 

"You know i'll be at peak ovulation starting then, and one of these men just might end up a daddy. Is that ok honey?"

"I'm, I'm not sure " I stuttered. 

Was she crazy? She'd never know who the dad was?! Besides she always ended up inviting at least one black guy to these shindigs. 

"Will they all be white?" I asked, trying to focus on the conversation and not my pleasure.

"I don't believe so, but you want me to by happy don't you? Maybe it takes multiple men to make me pregnant? We've been trying so hard for a baby, this is really a last ditch effort before I go to a fertility specialist. Please honey, please?"

I stuttered, "I'm ..bbbout to cum." and she let go. 

We lay in silence until I was limp and she started up again. Stroking me and talking to me "I need a baby, please say yes. Just let these men come over and impregnate this pretty little pussy. " 

She took my hand and guided it to her pussy , dipping my fingers into her wetness and bringing them back to my mouth to suck. As I tasted her juices she felt my hips buck slightly upward against her hand and she let go of me once again. This was getting infuriating. 

My cock half limp, half hard, she strapped my cage back on and kissed me on the cheek. "Just something to think about sweetie, we'll talk again tomorrow night." and she rolled over to go to sleep. 

I didn't sleep at all that night. I tossed and turned in bed, my thoughts darted from dreams of me sticking me dick in my pretty little wife and cumming in her, I dreamed of cumming on her face, of fucking her ass. I dreamed of her giving me a footjob with stocking covered feet. Then deep feelings of fear of her being pregnant from a gangbang. Fears of her ending up with a black child. What would I tell my parents? What would the neighbors think? What would the doctors think? This was the sluttiest thing she has ever thought of and it was enough for me to consent to an extra-marital breeding but I thought we'd know who the dad was and that he'd at least be able to pass for our own child. 

Seconds later I was fantasizing again, the pains of my cock pressing against my cage kept ripping my thoughts back to having sex and getting some kind of relief. Back and forth my thoughts darted between fear, confusion, and being horny as hell. The horrid images of me holding a baby that clearly didn't look like mine and feeling embarrassment from it flipped back and forth with images of me doing the dirtiest things imaginable to my wife at a rapid pace.

I got up and got a drink of water. I tried applying the ice pack to my dick and it worked for a bit. As I crawled back in bed and lay still for a bit, my erection came back with a vengeance. Eventually I just got up at 4am and stayed up. I tried cleaning up the kitchen to get my mind off of things. 

At 7am when Angie woke she was beckoning me to the bedroom for my morning torture stroking. That's what this had become at this point. Absolute torture. Like before, she stroked me, I let her know, she'd quit, stroke me some more and get my cage back on. 

Today was Saturday so we just kind of lounged around the house. Around lunch time she approached me for yet another stroking. 

This time she got out a little bit of Astro-glide stating that "We wouldn't want to chafe you with all these tuggings now would we?" 

She poured some on her hand and began massaging my cock which initially shrank due to the cold lube coming in contact, but eventually it warmed up as her hand massaged my shaft and eventually began stroking it in a twisting motion. 

She started up her dirty talking again, begging me to let her be gang bred; "It's the only way. You'll like it too you see, you love men ravishing my pussy, you love it when your hot little wife has a creampie. Just think," as she kept stroking me, "all those men cumming in your fertile wife's womb." 

"Angie, you need to stop.. I'm going to cum!"

"All those men fucking me, making my belly swell with their baby!"

"I'm serious, I'm going to..."

She interrupted me and talked right over me, still stroking me "Finally you could be the Daddy of a man so much more virile than you could ever be!" 

I tried holding off, I tried clamping down my PC muscles, I started taking deep breaths, but it was no use. I came and my cock flooded her hand like a fountain, it was leaking out it huge globs, far too thick and overflowing to really shoot out. It just kept cumming and cumming as I let out a huge moan.

"What the fuck!? I told you to tell me in time!" Angie shouted.

"I tried, I told you multiple times!"

"Well I didn't hear you, you need to speak up when you talk to me. Talk like a fucking man, Jesus Christ. This is why you're kept in your cage. You can't hold off like a man, can't speak to me like a man, so why should you get the joys of being a man. Look, I'm going to ask you once more, do you mind if next Friday if the fellas come over and hit this?" she stated pointing down at her crotch. 

Embarrassed, ashamed, and emasculated, I muttered a "Yes, they can cum over Friday". 

"Good now here, eat up little girl." as she brought her cummy fingers to my face so I could lick them clean.

She reached down and scooped up every drop and brought it to my lips and said 'good girl' every time I took it into my mouth and swallowed.

Saturday night my stroking occurred again, with her dirty talking about her gang-bang and pregnancy. Sunday through Thursday I got my strokings 3 times a day with no relief. Each time she talked dirty about her gang-bang and her inevitable pregnancy. Not once all week did I get relief. She continued at night doing some amazing things to drive me wild, more lap-dancing, more masturbation, anal masturbation, playing our homemade porn of us together or of her with other men. Thursday night she took me to a strip club and paid for me to have 3 separate lap-dances, each time was two girls at once, while she sat beside me rubbing her own pussy through her clothes. But still no relief. By my Friday morning stroking I was wound 10 times tighter than I was when I last leaked. I was crazed with desire and couldn't sleep worth a damn. I had circles under my eyes from all the nights I had spent tossing and turning and cursing the cage. 

After being stroked again, I went down to fix breakfast when Angie said; "C'mere darling boy. I need you to take this for Mommy." and in her hand lay a little blue pill. 

"Is that Viagra?"

"Yes."

"What do I need that for? I'm not going to be fucking you tonight, the guys are."

"Just be a good boy and take your medicine."

I conceded and washed the pill down with my orange juice. Within the hour I was rock hard and in my cage. Thinking about the foulest of things couldn't make me lose my erection. 

When lunch time came I thought I'd be freed and she was going to stroke me. I met her at home from work over lunch and she had me drop my pants and once again, like many months ago, get on all fours on the bed. Once again she placed a saucer under my caged penis. Then she gave me something completely surprising, a packed bowl piece fill with marijuana. 

"Go ahead, smoke it." and she tossed me a lighter. 

"Since when do we do drugs anymore?"

"Since now, go ahead, smoke it all." 

There I laid on the bed, ass exposed, in my cage, smoking the entire bowl by myself. At this point I knew what she was doing, marijuana made me horny and she knew it. Viagra made me hard as hell. This was all in the hopes of rising my desire and controlling my happiness. After I had smoked everything in the bowl until I couldn't get anymore hits out of it, she tossed me the phone. 

"Call your boss, tell him you've come down with food poisoning".

I, higher than I've been in almost a decade, slowly poked the numbers on the phone and dialed my boss. "Hey Bill!" and just at that moment Angie had plunged the lubed up Aneros Prostate Massager into my rectum. 

A grunt escaped my breather and I struggled to compose myself on the phone. "Hey, uh.. ow, um I'm not feeling too well. I think I must have ate something bad today or yesterday and I've been throwing up." 

Angie didn't relent, she kept fucking my ass with the device, hitting my prostate hard each time "You mind if I take offfff for the d,d,dday?" 

He knew something was up but he said "Yeah, only a half day left anyways, feel better and be at work bright and early Monday morning."

"Yess sir, I w-w-will." and I hung up the phone swiftly. 

Between the pot, the Viagra, the week of no release, the strippers, the porn, the lap dances, watching her masturbate this week, her constantly walking around in short skirts, heels, my cock was unrelenting against the cock cage. Nevertheless my cock began leaking fluid from her probings with the Aneros. But like before, no orgasm followed. This time though Angie didn't stop. She just kept going, moving the Aneros in and out of my butthole. She'd switch arms because one would tire. She'd take a five minute break or so and resume. My cock leaked and leaked over and over again, and my hard-on never dissipated. Eventually I was crying out in pain and my cock was leaking no more. I don' think there was anything left to leak out. She had milked my prostate completely dry and unlike before when I would go limp and be spent without relief, this time I still had a hard-on that would not budge. Angie dropped another Viagra in the pool of semen on the little saucer and moved it up to my face and I lapped up my own jizz and at the pill. No more was I finished with that and she was packing me another bowl. She had me sit down in the chair to smoke it all again. I don't think I have ever been this horny before in my life. It was like my entire life force had left my body and existed purely in my throbbing and caged cock.




Subservient Ch. 03



Surprisingly Angie dropped her panties and hiked up her skirt and removed my cage. She came over to the chair and straddled my lap and for the first time in I don't know how long, my head swimming being so horny and so high, I felt her vagina with my cock. She slid my head up and down her slit and just as it was at the hole, there was a knock down stairs at the door. She quickly popped off my lap and clapped her hands together rapidly and gave an 'oh goody' like a giddy school girl. She got my cage back on and stripped off all her clothes hurriedly. 

"Do not get up from that chair." she demanded while running downstairs to open the door in her birthday suit.

I just remembered through my high and horny foggy headedness, today was THE Friday. She was at peak ovulation and all the guys were due to come over. My heart began racing for what was about to occur. 

Angie came racing up the steps and into the bedroom and said "Okay now we have to get you ready?"

"Get me ready?"

"Yes, tonight is going to be something like you've never experienced and never will again. This hopefully will be the night we conceive and i know what brings you pleasure, and we're going to have an awesome night darling you just wait and see."

She raced around the bedroom and got out her stockings, a pair of her panties, a bra and said "Here, put them on."

"What?, I'm not wearing this in front of those guys. I never said I was into cross dressing"

"Look, put them on now. I told you before, you couldn't hold off your orgasms like a man, you didn't speak to me like man. You ate up that cum like a good little girl, you're going to continue being a good little girl. I promise you, and this time I will hold to my promise, you do this and there's a reward in it for you this time. For real."

Hesitantly, I got up, picked up the clothing and looked at it piece by piece. 'I can do this' I thought to myself. 'This is just one night.' 

In front of Angie I took off my shirt and she help me fasten the black bra on, I got the pink and black lace panties on which were a little tight. It felt odd having something so lacy around my balls and my backside. I slipped the black stockings on each of my legs and I caught myself accidentally admiring my own legs. Everyone's legs can look good in stockings I supposed. 

"Good now here, sit down and I'll make you pretty." Angie stated. I could hear the cracking open of beer cans and male laughter downstairs and the front door opening and closing as other voices entered my house. Angie started to apply lipstick, eye liner, and eye shadow to my face. When that was completed she worked on painting my toe nails while she had me paint my nails. All in all it took 30 minutes to get me 'pretty' as she was calling it. Oddly I felt sexy in the hose, panties and makeup, but I felt fucking ridiculous at the same time. From what I could see in the mirror I looked ridiculous too.

Angie packed up a 3rd smaller bowl and had me smoke it to calm my nerves. "It'll be fun, you just wait and see." 

She whipped out two pairs of handcuffs, made me get on my knees and she cuffed my ankles together and then my wrists, running the chain between the wrist-cuffs under the chain for the ankle cuffs so the linked together. 

She went to the foot of the stairs and yelled down "Come and get it boys!" and with that all the guys came upstairs. 

There were some familiar faces of course. There was George from the gym as promised, but Alex and John were here as well. I haven't seen either in a long time and I was absolutely humiliated to have them seen me dressed like this. Behind them, Matt came through the doorway as well. A Hispanic guy Angie introduced as Carlos, a gym-buddy of George's came through, and a black guy Rashim, also another one of George's gym-buddies. 

As Angie was introducing the new guys to me everyone was groping her ass and tits as she walked by them.

"Well first thing's first fellas, first we need to get everyone nice and measured. Lets get you guys naked."

They needed no further instruction, all the guys stripping in a hurry. 

"Oh, you poor things. Honey," she said to me "look at their limp dicks. You'll be a good girl and get them hard for Mommy won't you?" she stated as she was pushing George near me.

"Go ahead honey, suck him good. It's OK, take his peepee in your mouth. You'll like it, I promise." 

Slowly George took his hand on the back of my head and pressed it towards his cock, when it met my lips I thought for a split second of resisting him but gave in and let his cock pass my lips. I had never had a cock in my mouth at this point. It felt strange, it felt nice actually. I almost laughed at the audacity of all of this (or was that the pot making me laugh?) as I saw lip stick rings I was leaving on his growing manhood. Once he was hard he was replaced immediately by Rashim who closed his eyes and proceeded to moan and grunt loudly, then by Carlos who had a little precum leak into my mouth, then by Alex who told me "Wow you almost do this better than Angie", then John and by the time Matt got in on using my mouth as a fuck hole, forcing my head down onto his cock like most guys wrongly do to girls and forcing me to gag on it several times. 

Angie was giving words of encouragement "See guys, I told you she was a natural dick sucker." 

As Matt pulled away from me and all the guys stood erect, Angie reach down and unlocked me from my cock cage. "Now lets get you all measured. Honey, you first." 

She took the measuring tape and placed it at the base of my never ending hard-on and measured up to the tip.

"Just as always, just barely over 4inches. Just think if it'd been a tad smaller we'd call it a clit!" she said laughing as she went to measure John who clocked in at 8.5 inches. 

Alex she announced was just over 7 inches. She gasped an 'oh my' in joy as she held Rashim's larger man meat in her hands which measured out to an impressive 9 inches. Carlos was 8 and George was 8.5. 

"Wow, honey, much bigger than you. But we expected that didn't we?" 

As she bent over to put my cockcage back on the guys were whooping and hollering at the sight of her ass.

Rashim walked behind her and started smacking her ass with his cock saying "Can't wait to tear me a piece of that ass off". 

One thing was clear, if you couldn't tell by my makeup, or by my cocksucking; they were all more dominant, all arrogant, bigger and stronger than me. Angie unhooked all the handcuff and had me sit in the chair in the corner that I was in earlier. 

She packed another bowl and let all the guys smoke some while she went on "Now we're going to play a little game honey. See I've been thinking, half the fun of getting pregnant has been the the risk factor, the taboo. I want to get pregnant, I really do. But maybe we can do something better than just plain old breeding this pretty bald pussy. See what we're going to do is we're going to take this wedding ring you bought me, unroll one of your condoms and drop it in. Then you'll be in charge of sucking the guys to make sure they're hard. You'll be my pretty little fluffer girl. When they're nice and ready you slip the condom with the ring over their dicks. They'll then go ahead and fuck me. If the condom breaks and tears due to those wonderful diamonds you bought me then I will probably end up with child. If not, then oh well, we can always try again next month without the game. It is a shame your condoms are so small though. They'll probably rip easy around these guys big cocks." 

She was going to defile our wedding ring with their spunk? 'Wow' was all I could say in my hard-on laden stoned state. First up was George. I sucked him again getting as much of his manhood in my mouth as I could. I've never really quite had the smell of a guy's manhood so close to my face before, it wasn't repulsive or bad, just very different. Rashim was busy licking my wife's pussy on the bed and she was sucking on Alex's cock in the process. The room had turned into an echo chamber of everyone's moaning. Once George told me he was ready, I unwrapped one of my condoms, unrolled it, dropped my wife's $9K diamond and platinum ring in and pulled the latex sheath tight over his cock. Beyond being longer than me all these guys were much thicker as well. George wasn't even the largest of the bunch, not far from it, but definitely not the biggest. The condom clung to his shaft quite snugly. 

He tapped Rashim on the shoulder to get him out of the way and I watched as my wife wedding ring disappeared inside of her with the thrusts of George's cock. He wasted no time getting into her as Rashim's tongue lashing had apparently made her quite wet. She continued sucking off Alex only to be replaced by Matt. With each thrust I worried if the ring was tearing at the latex that was pulled tight over it. John had made his way over to me and had me open wide and I sucked him, but I kept my eye on George plowing Angie.

Angie put her legs on George's shoulders so that he could push in deeper. My eyes darted back and forth between the scene on the bed and John's cock as it slid back and forth between my lips. 

"She feels so fucking good," George puffed. 

John only wanted a little head it seemed, as he pulled away and almost immediately, I could see George's face contorting. 

I saw the veins pop out of George's neck and he pushed in all the way and gave out a mighty moan, yelling "yeaah.. baby.." and smacked her thigh and pulled out. 

As Angie has suspected, the ring inside a tightly pulled condoms was going to thrash the latex of the condom and as he made his way over to me his cum was leaking out of 4 separate holes on the head of the condom, yet none were big enough to the ring to escape. George pulled the condom off and handed it to me.

"You better get the next condom ready for your lady there little girl" and he handed me cum filled leaking rubber. 

Some of it leaked out onto my stocking covered legs. I reached into the condom, my fingers swirling around in his cum at little as possible and I pulled the ring out. As I held it, looking at the semen dripping from the 3 diamonds I reflected back on the day I proposed to her. We had hiked our way up our favorite mountain trail which came to a cliff which we could over look a neighboring town. We sat up there eating a picnic at sunset with wine and I proposed to her on one knee. She was so ecstatic and danced around. 

She shamed me for spending so much and kissed me a hundred times saying "Yes yes yes!" 

Who knew I'd be picking this ring out of a cum filled rubber from an extra marital gangbang?

I unwrapped and unrolled the 2nd condom and dropped the ring in and placed it over John's dick. John glanced over at Alex who looked like he was about to mount her bareback but saw John came prepared with the ring-condom, seeking his approval. "Go ahead, fuck her. And then it's my turn." Alex stated. 

Just as she had with George, Angie put her legs on John's shoulders urging him to fuck her deeply. Then, he pushed into her hot wet pussy, I'm sure feeling some of the remaining sloppiness of George's cum. Her fucked her hard, her pussy making nasty sloppy noises while she was yelling "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, tear that condom with your big dick. Give me a baby. Come on." 

She rarely went 5 minutes without someone's dick in her mouth and when she didn't have one there she was moaning, cursing, or shouting obscenities. Her hand stayed glued to her clit and she moaned on the dicks in her mouth as she went from orgasm to orgasm. 

It wasn't terribly long until John reached his orgasm too. But he took the condom off right there, turned it upside down and squeezed it's contents out onto her nipples. 

"Oh too bad, I didn't break it for you." John mocking joked with her. 

He scooped up one of the globs he squeezed out on his pointer finger and plunged it inside of her. 

"Well, this might make up for it." he laughed as he backed away.

"Honey, come here and clean up Mommy's boobies" Angie called.

And I rose to the bed and licked the cum off her ample breasts and nipples which were very much as attention. I sucked the ring in my mouth and sucked the semen off it it and had dropped it into a condom Rashim had unrolled. He put it on himself. The condom didn't even fit on him to the base of his cock. 

He got Angie to flip over onto her stomach and to arch her ass up and him and Rashim entered her from behind, moaning "Yeah, now that's that I've been waiting for right here." 

Carlos moved in front of her to get his dick sucked some more. Carlos said to Rashim, "Looks like we got ourselves a white bitch spit roast." and the laughed while pumping her from both ends and high-fiving each other over her body. 

The dirty talk just seemed to egg her on more as she began bucking back at Rashim with far more vigor than before, pounding her ass into his pelvis and meeting his thrusts. 

Rashim looked over to me and said "Sorry man, but you're probably going to have a black baby, I already feel my dick free." 

But that didn't stop him from continuing to plow into her with his thick, ebony shaft. Carlos had me get up on the bed beside Angie and in the same position. He'd fucked her mouth for a short period of time and then re-adjusted and fucked my mouth. He was far from gentle and was shoving more in than I could take. 

Rashim got in on it as well, as he'd slap one of Angie's ass cheeks, and then slap mine, saying "You like that, don't you bitch?" and I couldn't tell who he was talking to, me or Angie. 

Several moments later and Rashim's body was tightening and tensing up like George's. His fingers dug into her ass and his thrust became faster and more forceful. Angie let out a euphoric stuttered scream from the pounding she was receiving. Soon, her and Rashim's bucking into each other calmed and he pulled out of her. I got up and went around and sure enough the entire head of his cock was poking through the condom, glistening with his and her cum. I looked at Angie's pussy and globs of his semen was dripping out of her. She knew it too. 

"I could feel the force of his cum, it was quite lovely. I'm pretty sure I just got black bred." Angie said with a snicker. 

She was taking great satisfaction having me watch her lovers plant their seeds in her, watching the moment of fertilization. 

"Come on baby, get that ring out. That thing is too expensive to get lost of there. Go ahead lay down."

I laid on the bed, my legs and caged cock dangling off the bed my head right under her raised ass. She sat down on my face and began pushing out all of Rashim's black baby batter into my mouth which I swallowed and tongued at deeply hoping to feel the ring and eventually it plopped out ring onto my tongue. I continued to slide my tongue between her lips to taste her creamy cunt until it seemed that she was mostly cleaned up.

The day continued like this. Man after man had his turn with my mouth and then her pussy. Matt then Alex, then Carlos, then John, the Rashim. Over and over again. Everyone went 4 or more times. She had been taken in more positions than I could count. Carlos and Alex DP'd her, Carlos with the condom on and Alex went bareback. The condom didn't break but Alex came in her. Angie laughed as him and Carlos continued to plunge into her gooey hole, Alex with his softening penis and eventually Carlos let out a great moan as well. At one point she'd had all three of her hole filled, blowing Rashim, Matt fucking her pussy and George fucking her ass. She was making noises though that I've never heard her make before, somewhere between a yell, a moan, a grunting in pain, but she had a fire in her eyes I had never seen before either and knew by the animalistic look on her face that she enjoyed every second of it.

The condom broke about three fourths of the time. Each time I had to pull the ring out of the condom myself, or get her to squeeze it out with her creampie into my hands or mouth. The air was heavy with the stench of semen and globs of misdirected cum glistened on Angie's naked body. I couldn't escape the smell of their manhood. I smelt dick on my lips, I had semen drippings on my stockings, Angie had dripped semen from her cunt onto my face and I failed to wipe off several drops on my cheeks completely. 

It was 10pm before all the guys, and even Angie looked like they were all tuckered out. They had been fucking for hours. Through this entire event my hard-on remained pressed against the cockcage, between the pot, the Viagra, and the sex being displayed before my very eyes, it seemed my entire body's focus was on my ability to cum.

As John, Angie, and Rashim relaxed on the bed, Alex had taken my chair and was smoking a cigarette. George was sitting on the floor and I was crouching by our window sill. Everyone was making small talk and funny comments here and there for a while and eventually everyone realized no one was going to go again. 

Angie popped off the bed and exclaimed "Oh, I almost forgot." and slid into her black stiletto heels. 

"Honey, I need you to lay of the floor here by the chair." as she motioned her hand for me to lay perpendicular to it.

Alex got up from the chair and Angie took his place, while I lay down as instructed. George got up and handed her a wide ended riding crop. It appeared as everyone else was in on it but me. Angie reached down and unlocked my cock cage and that enough was to mask me gasp. It was a freedom I had been yearning for since she started pumping me full of Viagra, not that I needed that to be horny as I was. 

Angie directed George "I need you to hold his ankles, and John, you wouldn't mind holding his arms or shoulders would you dear?"

And both guys did, they grabbed me as if holding me down for some reason unknown to me. With their grips firmly in place she raised her stiletto and came down onto my ballsack with it. I let out a little 'ow' in pain. She didn't put down her full force, hell, not even a quarter of it but it was enough to shoot a wave of pain through my groin and up my spine. I immediately tried darting into a curled up position to move her foot but George and John had held me still. She released the heel portion and this time slowly used the ball of her foot to cover as much of my testicles at one time as she could and began to press down slightly. Why, why was she doing this? She kept her foot there for some time allowing me to adjust to the pressure and the she'd added slightly more. 

My cock still was at attention and now this became the focus of her attention. With her foot on my sack, my cock was leaning over her foot. She placed the wide head of the riding crop along the shaft and she began, slowly at first, spanking my cock with the riding crop. Each little slap stung a little but it didn't quite hurt. Though it surely wasn't comfortable. As she continued spanking my cock over her foot the stinging increased as did her speed. 3 minutes, maybe 4 had passed, this was the most consistent attention my cock had in quite a while. Our stroking sessions were usually 2 or 3 30-90 second intervals. 

The stinging began to feel slightly pleasurable, I felt my balls tightening, even though she had them pinned under the ball of her foot. I looked down at the rapid whacking at my cock, her pretty toes poking out of her heels and I knew it.

"I'm going to cum" I said, just in case she wanted to stop like all the times before. 

But she didn't stop. She stared whipping my cock faster and harder, sometimes missing my cock entirely but getting back into her rhythm very quickly. My hips began bucking slightly only to be held down by her foot on my ball and I saw semen spilling out of my cock much in the same way as it does when the Aneros is massaging my prostate. But it was much thicker and it kept coming, as did my orgasm as it went through my body in waves. I stopped looking and closed my eyes and let the flood of emotion wash over me, her smacks with the crop continuing through my orgasm but slowing in pace. 




Subservient Ch. 03



John saying "That was a nice little orgasm for a well deserved little girl." and the room of men and Angie burst into laughter and claps. 

Angie had me lick the cum off her toes and feet while the guys got dressed. I went to the bathroom to get out of my girl clothes and makeup, and getting this nail polish off of me while Angie walked them all to the door to kiss them all goodbye. She came upstairs right as I was stepping out of the shower and gave me a kiss as she took my place.

Later on she crawled into bed with me, and I remained cage free. She cuddled up beside me and gave me a big hug and kiss on my cheek. "Thank you honey for being so sweet to me." 

I went to bed and slept sound for the first time this week. Finally feeling a tad bit satisfied as I knew she was being so thoroughly fucked. I did lay awake for a short time though and knew deep down that as we slept, one of their sperms was searching through her insides looking for her egg. That more than likely the pregnancy test would probably come up positive this time around. Over the course of nine months I would watch her sexy waistline expand with one of their children and at the end of that time she would lay her first love child in my arms, and it might possibly look nothing like me in the slightest. 

But she finally let me cum and that's all that mattered. I kissed her forehead and held one arm around her and fell sound asleep.