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The Cruel Wife Returns

 

A New Start

I had no money, no job and nowhere to live.  So I scrounged what I could get off of the streets.  I was arrested twice for vagrancy but when the judge heard my tale, he let me off both times.  And then one day a kind old woman saw me begging, wearing my tattered and dirty French Maid’s uniform and offered me a place to stay in exchange for me doing some of her housework for her.  She even loaned me some of her dead husband’s clothes to wear.  It was a joy to get out of those dirty clothes and into fresh and clean ones, but I have to tell you it felt strange to be in denim and flannel instead of satin and lace.

Mrs. Morris was a very kind soul.  She did expect me to cook and clean in exchange for my meals and lodging but she was not demanding and in no way was she cruel.  We spent many evenings after dinner sitting out on her back patio, sipping a glass of wine.  She urged me to tell her my story and became so fascinated by it that she suggested that I begin writing it down, first as a diary and then as a book.  Of course I changed the names, which probably did no good as everyone I had ever met had already seen my cuckold videos or had seen me in action as I waited on them while they were in bed with Ruth.

It took me a long time to finish the story and an even longer time finding someone willing to publish it.  It started out small but soon it caught on and before I knew it I was making enough in royalties so that I could actually afford my own place to live.  And that was just in time as one day when I went to serve Mrs. Morris her breakfast I found her still in her bed.  She had passed peacefully in the night.  So once again I was on my own.

I found a nice cozy little apartment not far from the downtown district.  It was nice to be able to walk most places I needed to go, as my driver’s license had run out long ago and I did not have a vehicle to use to take the test to get it reinstated.   And as my book continued to sell I found that if I needed to go some place beyond walking distance, I could afford to take a cab.

My biggest problem was loneliness.  I had no friends and my family was not on speaking terms with me, so most nights it was just 100 channels of cable television and me.

So I started taking walks down to the local pub.  I made friends easily enough until one of them would come across my videos that were still circulating on the Internet and then although I was in the middle of a crowded bar I was once again alone.

Fortunately, my publisher arranged a book tour and I was kept busy for the vast majority of my days autographing copies of my book in various bookstores and libraries.  It was hard for me to believe that people actually wanted my signature on their book but those same people would shun me in a social setting.

During the course of these events, I did start to meet a few women who were willing to go out with me to dinner or for cocktails.  It didn’t take long for me to discover that they were not really interested in my conversation but in what my money could buy for them.  I had one bad experience after another and so I finally gave up.

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The Cruel Wife Returns

 

I Try to Rebel

The next day when I got up I noticed that the two new lovers were still in Ruth’s room.  I went down and made a pot of coffee.  All of my clothes were in the master bedroom and so I had retrieved my dirty clothes from the day before and had put them on.  I had made up my mind to leave as soon as I could get into the room to collect a few things.  Let the whole world know that I was a bootlicker for all I cared.  This little cuckold experiment was the last straw.

I sat down and started to drink my coffee when my wife and Howard came into the kitchen.  Pour us a cup slave.”  Ruth said with a huge grin on her face.

“Pour your own slut.”  I spit back at her.  I didn’t even look up to acknowledge her presence.  I didn’t see it coming.  Howard had always been a talker and not a fighter but I was lying on my ass with spilled coffee surrounding me before I hardly had the words out of my mouth.

“You will not speak that way to Ruth or I will cut the damned tongue out of your mouth.  Crawl to her and apologize.”

“Fuck you, Howard.  I am not taking any more shit from either of you.”  I started to get to my feet when Ruth’s booted foot caught me squarely in the solar plexus.  I rolled over to protect my stomach from her and Howard kicked me in the ass.  They kept taking turns as if my body was a soccer ball being passed around the field of play.

When I was finally nearly unconscious and was curled up in the fetal position they finally decided to give themselves a rest.  “Wow, that was quite a workout,”  Ruth exclaimed.

As they sat down, I decided I would try to get up and get out.  I had attained my knees but was having trouble rising to my feet when Ruth spoke up again.

“Don’t even think about getting any further than your knees, slave.  You made quite a mess of my floor.  Lick it clean.”  And by that time Howard was up and standing close enough to start the kicking process over again.

“You heard her pussy boy.  I want every last drop of coffee licked up off that floor and then you will crawl to Ruth and beg her forgiveness.”

I figured that this was not the time to make a stand.  I was no match for the two of them and truthfully I might not have been a match for just Howard.  So with disgust, I lowered my head and began sucking up as much coffee as I could before actually beginning to lick the rest from the tile.  Besides, I had done far more disgusting things recently.

When I was sure that I had cleaned the floor to my wife’s specifications, I did crawl to her and began groveling at her feet asking for her forgiveness.

“While you are down there show Howard what a good boot licker you have become.”  And she stuck the boot against my mouth and ground the sole against my lips.  Normally I would have loved doing that for her but with Howard sitting there and smirking at me it was not nearly as pleasant.  But I did my best to make Ruth happy.

When they finished their coffee and had their fill of humiliating me, they dragged me into the living room and sat me down on my knees in front of our big-screen.  Ruth put in a disc and hit play.  The first part was what I expected, me on my knees begging her to let me lick her boots.  Even I could not believe how much dirt and grime I had ingested and I really did not desire anyone else close to me to see those tapes.  But that was not nearly as bad as what came later.  The shots of me guiding Howard’s cock into Ruth and then cleaning an obvious creampie out of her cunt afterward was more than I could bare to have get into the wrong hands.  And the sad part was that the look on my face was not one of duress, but rather one of intense pleasure.  There would be no spinning of the fact that I was not being forced.

“You do realize that you have an especially hard whipping coming your way, do you not, slave?”

“Yes, mistress,” I said with fear in my voice.

“We will save that for later.  Today you are going be spending quality time in several of my favorite salons.  By the end of the day, you will be free of all that nasty body hair, you will be fitted for a nice feminine wig, your nails lengthened and polished and you will have a complete new feminine wardrobe, including several French Maid’s uniforms.  Your appointments have been perfectly timed out, so make sure that you are on time for each of them.  If you are more than five minutes late getting back here and wearing the correct apparel, I will begin sending out video files, starting with your sister, then your mother, then your father, each of your friends.  Well, I think you get the idea.  If you are too late then every person you know, are related to or work with will see you as the cuckold you are.

My first stop was a salon specializing in body waxing.  This is by far the most painful experience that I have ever endured.  Even Ruth’s hardest whipping did not compare to having yards of hair ripped out by the roots.

With each progressive appointment, I became less manly and more feminine in appearance.  Of course no amount of makeup, lipstick, eyeshadow or bra form could really make me look like a woman.  But by the time they were through with me, I did look somewhat like a homely man in drag.  It took a little longer to properly fit me with my new corset and lace it until the last bit of air was pushed out of my lungs, so I was 7 minutes late getting back to the house, dressed in full maid’s regalia.  I hoped that Ruth was only trying to scare me but I knew she wasn’t when my phone rang and I saw my sisters number come up on the caller ID.  I answered it and the first words out of my sister’s mouth were:  “Jesus Christ, Herb, when did you become such a pansy?  I hope to hell, no one else sees these pictures.  It would kill your mother to see you like that.  For Christ’s sake get some professional help.”  And she hung up before I could tell her professional help was what got me into this mess.

I walked into the house crestfallen.  “Herb, it is too bad you weren’t three minutes later.  I was just preparing to send the next set out to dear old mom.  But, I guess I will just have to wait until you fail in another task.”

I am sure that most of you know the rest of the story.  Ruth kept heaping more and more work onto me until I was only allowed three hours of sleep a night.  She tired of fucking Howard and moved on to Bill, my best friend.  Of course Bill told every single person I knew or was acquainted with about my status as a cuckold.

It took Ruth nearly another year to completely break me to the point that I agreed to sign everything I owned over into her name.  And then she finally allowed me to move out.  She even let me keep my feminine garments before she kicked me to the curb

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Cruel Wife Book Day 2

The Cruel Wife Returns

History continued.

Things progressed fairly well for a while.  Ruth took great pains in instructing me in the proper way of doing things.  And truthfully once I realized how important my obedience was to her, I began to enjoy my new role as househusband.  She insisted that I spend a lot of time in foreplay before I was allowed to have sex with her and for a while that seemed to satisfy those urges as well.  And then she stopped allowing me to penetrate her with my penis.  She did insist with me giving her oral ministrations.  This started out with her having one orgasm and then two orgasms and finally three.  I was spending so much time on my knees that I swear my kneecaps were growing calluses.

For my part, she went from giving me a hand job when I was through to allowing me to give myself a hand job when I had done my duty and then to orgasm denial altogether.  Of course that didn’t stop me.  I just had to suffer until she was out of sight and then I took care of my own problem.  What she didn’t know couldn’t hurt me.

I was sure that Ruth had no knowledge of my extracurricular activities until one night she announced that she was tired of me playing with my little worm and that she had found the perfect solution to the problem on the Internet.  And she handed me my very own chastity device and informed me that I would no longer be allowed to masturbate unless under her supervision.  If I ever wanted to be unlocked again I had better become exceptionally obedient to her needs and my duties.

So we had progressed from a normal loving marriage, or at least, what I considered being normal, to one where Ruth called all the shots and where my cock was locked in a cage.  Even then I was not terribly unhappy.  But then she progressed from monthly discipline sessions to weekly discipline sessions and her instrument of punishment changed from my belt to a riding crop.

By that time, I was doing almost all of the cooking, cleaning and yard work while she lounged in what used to be my easy chair with her laptop on her knees.  If the television was on it was tuned to a channel of her choosing and, of course, I had work to perform anyway so that didn’t matter.

Only when she produced a heavy taws that she had purchased on the Internet and announced that she was going to start daily whipping sessions did I finally rebel.  I had enough and I wanted a divorce.

Ruth did not even try to talk me out of it, which I found to be strange.  It seemed to me she was getting about everything that a woman could want and she should have tried to hold on to it.

We had a family lawyer and so I approached her and asked her to file the proper paperwork.  She agreed but informed me that the courts would not process it unless we could show that we had tried to work things out.  She then recommended that we go through counseling and recommended we see a Dr. Loretta Marks.

In our first joint session, Dr. Marks put me totally at ease.  She seemed so dedicated and caring that I was soon spilling my guts out to her about how badly I was being treated.  And then she separated us so that we could feel more comfortable with telling her what was going on.    And for about a month of sessions, she just listened to me and allowed me to get it all out in the open.

You would have thought that Ruth would have eased up with the whip during that time but if anything she became more brutal.  So one day I walked into Dr. Mark’s office and showed her the scars from the previous night’s beating.  I was sure she would now see how cruel my wife was and announce that she was satisfied that I should be granted a divorce.  But once again, I was wrong.

I realize now that I was being manipulated but not at that time.  I did, however, find it strange that Dr. Marks was wearing tall high-heeled leather boots.  That threw me for a loop because I have always had a fetish for women in boots.

“You must have done something to deserve Ruth’s wrath.  What was it?”

I couldn’t believe it.  How could she think that anyone could possibly deserve to be beaten this severely?  So I tried to explain that it was a minor infraction of Ruth’s cleaning code.  All I had done was once the bathroom was clean, I discovered I needed to urinate and some of my flow had missed the bowl and splattered on the floor.  Before I noticed it, Ruth had come in, seen it and went ballistic.  “It was not my fault, Doctor.”  I insisted.

“Then who’s fault was it Herb?  Did Ruth come in and grab your penis and deliberately aim it to miss the bowl?”

“No of course not, but it is such a minor thing?”

“Do you really believe that it was minor?  Has Ruth lovingly taken the time to show you what she expects from you as far as cleaning goes?”

“Well, yes,” I admitted.  “But do you know how hard it is for a man to always hit his target when he is urinating?  Of course you don’t because you are not a man.  All your parts fit inside the bowl when you urinate.”

Dr. Marks looked at me and then smiled.  “Herb I think perhaps you just discovered the answer to your dilemma.”

I was taken back a little and then agreed.  “You mean that I should not try to urinate standing up?”

“Exactly, now are you ready to admit that Ruth was justified in correcting a behavior that she had trained you to avoid.”

“Yes, Doctor,”  I said with my head down.  Of course it wasn’t just that I was hanging my head in shame, I was sneaking a good long look at those boots.

“Then I don’t want to hear any more talk about divorce.  It is clear to me that your wife loves you very much and is only doing what is in your best interest.  I think you should get down on your knees, kiss her feet and thank her for being so kind as to correct your behavior.  How do you feel about that Herb?”

Well truthfully I was thinking of getting on my knees anyway but not in front of Ruth, so I agreed to do as she asked.

She called Ruth in and told her we had made a breakthrough and told me to do what I had agreed.  I started to just tell Ruth that I was grateful but Dr. Marks insisted that I do it right and shortly I was on my knees kissing the toes of my wife’s shoes as I begged her to forgive me and promised I would become a better servant to her.

Dr. Marks told me to go wait for my wife in the outer office.  Ruth was in there for what I thought was an exceptionally long session, but when she came out she was all smiles, as was Dr. Marks.  I should have suspected that they were up to something but at that time, all I could think about was those damned boots.

On the way home Ruth insisted on stopping at a discount shoe store and told me to wait in the car for her.  She was gone a long time but when she came out she was wearing a pair of boots that was eerily similar to the ones Dr. Marks had been wearing.  I knew then I was being set up but as Ruth drove towards our home I was excited by the possibility of just what I might be set up to do.

Ruth did not say anything about why she had bought those boots.  She just outlined my days work and went in sat in what was now her easy chair and propped her booted feet up on the ottoman.  That evening she made her rounds with her notebook, checking on my tasks and making notes as she usually did.  And while she did find some faults she was mostly pleased and announced that I should come into the living room for a special treat.  When she was again seated and her feet propped up she told me to get down on my knees.  “Herb I really liked how you got down on your knees and begged my forgiveness in the Doctor’s office today.  I especially liked the part when you kissed the toes of my shoes.  Did you enjoy that as well?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I admitted.

“I think it is time you called me mistress, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,”  I said reverently.

“You did your work well, for the most part, today.  Would you like to kiss my new boots as a reward?”

I was almost drooling at that point.  I not only wanted to kiss her boots I wanted to lick every single inch of leather.

“Yes, mistress, may I?”

“Make sure you use your tongue like you do on my pussy.”

So from that time forward I became her bootlicker as well as her servant.  She took to this new development with a gusto that she had not shown for anything other than the whip.  I could tell she was deliberately getting those boots dirty as it wasn’t even the rainy season and yet she managed to find mud to walk in.  And no matter how dirty they were I was not allowed to use any type of rag.  Everything had to be licked clean and then swallowed.  I didn’t realize that she was videotaping these sessions but it would become obvious later.

After our next session with Dr. Marks, Ruth announced that she would no longer be disciplining me for each separate violation of her code.  She would be giving me a weekly maintenance whipping.  This would be especially harsh as it had to make up for all the small infractions that she was allowing to go unpunished.  And this would take place the night prior to our scheduled appointment with Dr. Marks.

One of those whippings was so severe that when I went for my counseling appointment I could not sit down in her office.  Of course she insisted that I take my pants down and show what Ruth had done to me.  After remarking on how grateful I should be to have a wife that cared enough about me to properly discipline me, she asked if I thought that my tiny penis might play a role in Ruth’s frustrations.  And she made it a point to let me know that it was the smallest penis she had ever seen.  “Why I have seen babies with larger members than that,” She announced.

So I had to admit that yes, Ruth did find my lack of size frustrating and that she had not allowed me to enter her for over a year now.  I even told her that I was normally locked in a chastity device and was surprised that she had taken the cage off before we left for our appointment.

“Well, Herb, I am sure you can understand how frustrating it is for a woman not to have a decent size cock for her use.  I feel so bad for Ruth that I suggested that she should take a lover but she said that you would not allow that to happen.  Are you really that selfish, Herb?”

“I don’t think it is selfish to expect my wife to live up to her wedding vows.  We vowed to keep ourselves only to each other.”

“You also vowed to love your wife, more than yourself, did you not?”

“Yes, I guess.  I don’t know if those were the exact words but something to that effect.”

“If you really love Ruth, shouldn’t you want her to be happy and sexually fulfilled?”

“I do everything she asks of me.  I spend hours on my knees with my head between her thighs.”

“And as well you should, but that doesn’t take the place of a real cock.  A woman needs something deep inside where your tongue can’t reach.  You know Ruth could have just taken a lover behind your back but she loves and respects you too much for that.  Don’t you think it is time you repaid that love?”

I was so confused and she was still wearing those damned boots.  I could hardly think straight.  Feeling about as submissive as a man could feel I asked her what she wanted me to do.

“I want you to invite Ruth in here, get down on your knees, kiss her feet and tell her you are sorry you have such a small little piece of meat and that it would be all right with you if she took a lover.  Can you do that?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Dr. Marks keyed her intercom and had Ruth sent in.  I met her in front of the door on my knees.  I bent my head and kissed her boots and begged her forgiveness for my lack of size and told her I wanted her to take a lover.  I had never seen her smile as broadly before and she almost jumped up and down for joy.  I was then told to leave but as I turned back to close the door behind me, I saw Ruth give the Doctor a high five.

It did not take Ruth long to follow through on my agreement to become her cuckold.  I was busy doing my normal chores when I heard the front doorbell ring.  I hurried down the stairs not wanting my wife to exert herself by having to get out of her chair.  I could not believe it when I opened the door and there stood my former best friend Howard.  The reason it was such a shock was that Howard and I had not spoken in five years.  In fact, we hated each other, but that is another story altogether.

“What do you want Howard?”  I asked with venom in my voice.

“Ruth invited me over.  She said that you had finally agreed to let her have a real man in her life.  Now, why don’t you be a good little cuckold and show me where she is.”

I tried to get my anger under control and so I just pointed in the direction of the living room and let him pass.  And then to calm down, I decided to take a walk around the block.  I must have been gone about 15 minutes when curiosity finally got the better of me and I went back to the house.  I could hear the two of them talking and laughing so I closed the door loudly enough so that they would hear and stop whatever they were doing.

“Herb!”  I heard my wife yell.  “Get in here before I get the taws.”

With my head bowed in shame, I walked into the living room.  Howard was sitting on the sofa with his arm around my wife.  It was plain from how puffy her lips were that he had been kissing and sucking on her lips.  Her blouse was undone and her bra had been removed.  I just stood there and stared open mouthed.

“Herb, apologize to Howard for your rude behavior.  You agreed that I could take a lover and then you turn around and treat him like a leper.”

“I didn’t know that you would choose him,”  I replied.  “And I didn’t expect that you would bring a man into our own home and rub my nose in it.”

“So you would rather I took up with some stranger off the street and went sneaking around behind your back.  I thought you talked that out with Dr. Marks?”

“Yes, well I am beginning to think that you and Dr. Marks cooked this whole scheme up together.”

“I don’t give a damn what you think.  Unless you want the video’s I have been taking of you licking my filthy boots to find their way to your parent’s inbox, you better do everything I tell you from now on.  And I am telling you to beg Howard’s forgiveness for being an asshole.”

I had not seen her taping anything but I had no reason to believe that she had not done so.  Until I could be sure of what I was dealing with I decided that discretion was the better part of valor.

“Howard I am sorry for my rude behavior.  Please make yourself at home.  I will leave and give your two some privacy.”

“To hell, you will, sissy.  Get your ass over here and help me get undressed.  You can start by getting on your knees and taking off my shoes and socks.”

I looked at Ruth with disbelief but she just merely pointed to the floor in front of them.  I obeyed and when I pulled off his socks, Ruth insisted that I kiss both of his feet and then help him off with his trousers.  I kept removing his clothes until he sat there completely naked.  His cock was standing straight up in the air and I was sorry to see that it was plainly much larger than mine.  I wondered which one of us was illegitimate.   Ruth even made me undress her.

When she finally allowed me to rise, I was told to take off my clothes as well and then to put on her used panties.  “A cuckold should wear panties, don’t you think Howard?”

“Hell looking at that tiny thing in a cage, I would think he should be completely feminized.  His peter isn’t any bigger than a good sized clit.”

Ruth laughed so hard I thought she was going to topple over.  When she could finally get her breath she said.  “You are right of course.  I will send him out to buy some lingerie for himself tomorrow.  And, I think a nice pair of high-heels would be appropriate as well.”

“But now my little sissy, I think you should go fix dinner for me and my new lover.  But first bring us some wine.”

I did as she asked and I stood in the corner while they ate.  Both of them made as many disparaging remarks about me as they could and, of course, I was not allowed to say anything in my own defense.  Nor was I allowed to eat anything myself.

When they were finished they announced that they would be going up into our bedroom.  I was to clean up the kitchen and then fix them drinks and serve them.

I took as much time as I could puttering around a job that I had learned to do in 15 minutes.  I was hoping that Howard would jump her bones and get it over with before I had to witness anything.  But of course, Ruth had other ideas.  When I walked into the bedroom carrying the tray with their drinks on it, they were both naked and on top of the covers.  She had her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and was trying to take the entire length down her throat.  She had always hated giving head so I was even more humiliated than I might be.

I sat the tray down on the nightstand and started to leave the room.  Only then did Ruth take her mouth off of his cock.  “Where do you think you are going?”

“I am sorry mistress.  I thought you would like some privacy.”

“On the contrary.  I want you to stay and watch a real man fuck your wife.  In fact, I not only want you to watch, I want you to participate.  Come over here and lick my cunt and get it nice and slippery.  I am sure you can see that Howard’s cock is so much bigger than yours that he will need all the lubrication he can get in order to get that monster all the way inside me.  I can see you hesitating.  Remember I still have those videos.”

So I went to the bed and while she went back to her ministrations on his cock, I proceeded to lick her pussy in preparation from my hated former friend to stick his cock into her.  I knew that this would be the last straw.  I would find a way to leave Ruth and Dr. Marks be damned.

I had only taken a few swipes with my tongue when Ruth shoved me away from her with her foot.  “That is enough, my cunt is sopping wet with the anticipation of a real cock being put in it.  You stay right there while Howard gets on top of me between my legs.  Then when he is ready you can guide his cock to my entrance.

At that point, something unreal happened to me.  I knew that if I was not enclosed in a cock cage I would have become hard.  Ruth’s constant attempts at humiliating me were finally doing what they were not intended to do.  She was turning me on.

Howard wasted no time in repositioning himself.  He settled between her thighs and told me to do my thing.  I bent down and took his cock in my hand and put the tip directly against her very wet cunt.  I swiped it up and down the slit a few times and then inserted the head inside her.  Howard didn’t need any more help as he drove himself to the hilt with one thrust.  Ruth cried out.  I still am not convinced whether it was a cry of pain or of joy but there was no doubt about the feelings when he started a slow back and forth motion.  She matched him stroke for stroke and she was moaning and begging him to fuck her harder.  She raised her hips up off the bed trying to get even more meat inside her.  And then her hips began rocking violently and she was almost screaming as a huge orgasm rocked her world.  Howard was not far behind her as he drove all the way to the hilt and held it there as I watched his ass muscles contract and then expand.

“Oh God, that feels so good.  You must have shot a quart of cum into me.  Herb squeeze his cock from the base to the tip and make sure every little bit of his cum is inside me.”  And with no other choice I did as she said.

Being completely sated, Howard rolled off of my wife and lay beside her with a shit-eating grin on his face.  “Wow, that was one great ride.  Did you enjoy seeing your wife taking my big cock in her cunt?”

I just ignored him as I started once again to back out of the room.

“Answer him, slave.  Tell him how grateful you are that he gave me that much pleasure.”

“Thank you, Howard.  I am so grateful that you gave pleasure to Ruth.”

“That didn’t sound very sincere, slave.  However, I will still give you a reward.  I know you didn’t get any dinner tonight, but I have a whole cunt load of protein for you.  Get between my legs and eat Howard’s cum out of me.”

I had never tasted anything as nasty and disgusting in my life.  Even her boots on their worst day tasted better than Ruth’s juices mixed with his cum.  But she assured me that I was going to get used to it because if I was not there each time he came inside her, she would save the ejaculate in a bottle for me to ingest later.

She then told me to get the hell out of her bedroom.  I could move in down the hall or sleep on the sofa but Howard was now sleeping in her room.

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Epilogue

 

Both Carter and Georgia felt that it was necessary for them to communicate their needs to one another.  Strangely enough, Georgia seemed to have far more needs than Carter.  Carter did have one overpowering need however and that was to please Georgia.  And because Georgia’s biggest need was to have as many extra-large cocks as she could get, Carter agreed to help recruit them for her.  Although he always cried when he watched his wife with other men that also filled another of Georgia’s needs.

 

It was about nine months later that their baby daughter was born. The named her Evilanna.   She bore a remarkable resemblance to her mother except for the black piercing eyes.  It was also amazing that she started walking when she was but 3 months old.  Her doctors said that was the youngest they had ever encountered and they were more amazed when she was speaking fluently by the time she was four months old.  “And most people were very surprised when her first words were, “Do it, daddy, do it right now!”

 

Carter always obeyed his daughter’s commands although he wondered by what miracle she might have been born since he had a vasectomy shortly after his marriage to Georgia.

 

And Luther seems to be exceptionally proud of the little girl and can’t wait for her to grow up so he can spend quality time with her.

 

The End.

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Erotic Novel Giveaway Day 29

Carter’s Sunday

 

Carter had awoken early in anticipation of a full day of cleaning and shopping.  Because his skin was still tender from the debilitating cream he found one of Georgia’s satin nightgowns and slipped it on.  It felt so cool and wonderful against his skin and he wrote himself a mental note to try and find one of his own.  He still remembered Georgia’s instructions but they seemed kind of foggy and far away.  Since the compulsions were not as overwhelming as they had been in the past, he made his way to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee.  He did tidy up a little while he waited for it to perk but he did not feel guilty when he poured a cup and sat down to enjoy it.  Holding the cup under his nose, he inhaled the wonderful aroma and he could almost feel the caffeine being absorbs by his nasal passages and being carried into his lungs.  The only things that could make this moment better, he thought would be if Georgia was here and perhaps a cigarette to share with her.  He thought it odd that the thought of a cigarette had permeated his mind.  He had not smoked in years and he thought that the desire had completely left him, but he knew that if he had a pack right now, he would be withdrawing a stick from the package and putting it between his lips.

 

He suddenly felt very much alone and he reached for his phone to send his wife a text.  He asked her when she was coming home.  He told her he missed her and that he would be willing to do everything she asked if she would just come and hold him for a few minutes each day.  He actually was surprised when his phone signaled an incoming message before his had hardly had time to reach her.  His heart melted with happiness as he read her words of encouragement.  “I will be home soon and we will work everything out.  Remember that I love you and keep your head up.  By the way, I love seeing you in my robe.”

 

Carter felt a large amount of relief wash over him.  Georgia was coming home and she had declared that everything would be okay.  But now he was unsure of exactly what he was supposed to do while he waited.  Just last evening she had ordered him to go shopping for lingerie, but did that order still hold true?  And although his compulsion from cleaning seemed to be lifted, did that mean that he did not have to clean at all?  He decided to get dressed in his normal casual clothes and then check the house to see what needed to be done.  He almost wished that Georgia had given him specific instructions, as then everything would be clear to him.

 

The next few hours went slowly as Carter tried to find enough to keep himself busy but finally he heard the car pull into the drive and he rushed to the front door to greet his wife.  She was all smiles as she came up the walk.  She opened her arms in invitation and he gladly slipped inside them and then they wrapped around him in a warm embrace.  He felt a few happy tears form in the corners of his eyes as he buried his head against her shoulders.  Then she gently reached her hand below his chin and pulled his face upward so that they were looking into each other’s eyes.  Slowly she tilted her head a little to the side and allowed her lips to meet his.  At first, it was just a gentle kiss but then it became deeper and more urgent.  Her tongue invaded his mouth and she seemed to want to taste every inch.

 

Finally coming to his senses, he pulled her inside the house, never breaking contact with her lips.  He turned her as they entered and kicked the door closed with his heel.  He did not want to break the tightness of the embrace but he also wanted to feel naked skin and in order to accomplish that he had to use his hands.  Georgia also seemed in a frenzy to get his clothes removed and it seemed her hands were busy with every button that held fabric together.  He was pulling her toward the bedroom and she was pushing him in the same direction.  Never before had he felt such an urgency to meld together with any woman.  He felt his shirt dropping off of his shoulders at the same time he was pulling her blouse from hers.  Both of them broke the embrace just long enough to shake their arms from the sleeves of the garments and then they began working frantically on his pants and her skirt.  His pants and her skirt dropped almost at the same time tangling both of their ankles.  Fortunately, they were in the hallway so when they started to fall the wall kept them from going down.  But that broke the spell as Georgia broke out laughing.

 

“Wow, we haven’t been this hot for each other in a long time.  But perhaps we should walk the rest of the way to the bed.  We have all night to finish what we started in the entranceway.”

 

“Well, let’s go then.  I don’t want to waste a minute without you in my arms.”

 

They found their way to the bed and lay down side by side.  The urgency was gone and now they found tenderness in each other’s embrace.  Gentle kisses were followed by his attention to her breasts and nipples with both his fingers and his tongue.  And she reciprocated by gently nipping at the skin just below his earlobes which caused electric jolts of pleasure to travel all the way to the base of his penis.  And then her lips found his again, her tongue once again invading his mouth and searching and tasting.  She sucked on his tongue and he felt his salivary glands producing moisture, which she gladly accepted into her mouth and then she returned some of her own to his.

 

Her fingers found the head of his cock and gently stroked up and down until she could feel him start to swell and then she stopped; wishing to keep him as hard as possible for as long as possible.  He let out a little groan of frustration but she flipped around and quickly stifled it by straddling his mouth with her hips.  Now with his mouth firmly on her pussy lips, she decided to tease him by bringing her face close to the head of his cock and blowing to let him know where her mouth was.  She wet two fingers with her saliva and used that to lubricate the tip of his cock giving him hope of something she had no intention of providing.  But his brain did not realize that she was not going to follow through and it sent a message to his cock and it twitched slightly in anticipation.  She smiled as she again heard that little groan coming from his throat and she reached back and pulled his mouth harder against her slit, silencing him once again.

 

“Lick it, make me cum!” She demanded and she felt him eagerly respond.  His cock also responded by beginning to throb making her afraid that he might cum himself.  “Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission.”  This had almost the opposite effect as he reveled in her taking the dominant role.

 

She ground her cunt against his lips and then began rocking so that her clit made contact with his nose.  Little shockwaves spread out from that point and burrowed their way deep inside of her to an area that his cock had never reached.  Harder and harder she rocked; bringing forth more and more shockwaves.  As her first orgasm hit her hips began to bounce rapidly causing him some degree of pain as her pelvic bone dug into his upper lip.  He groaned again but this time, she rose up enough so that he could open his mouth and use his tongue to part her cunt lips and dig deep inside.  His hands were on her hips guiding them so that his lips could grasp the tip of her clit and suck it in between his teeth.  The feeling was so intense that she screamed out with pleasure.  He continued to alternately sucking on her clit and using his teeth to bite it.  Her whole body was now wracked with orgasm after orgasm and her juices were flowing so strong that she was afraid he might drown.

 

His tongue finally gave out as did his neck muscles.  As the last few spasms subsided he allowed his head to fall back on the bed and breathed a sigh of contentment even though his cock was still completely rock hard.

 

“Oh, Carter that was so damned good.  I am completely drained.”  But she reached out and grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a squeeze reveling in the fact that he was still fully inflated.  She smiled thinking that it would be nice to keep him this way for the rest of the night but she had just a slight bit of remorse thinking of how much he was suffering.  “Do you want to cum, lover?” she asked with a husky tone to her voice.

 

Carter hesitated.  He desperately wanted to cum but even more desperately wanted to make his wife happy and he knew, deep down that she did not want him to ejaculate.  It was time for him to make a decision, a little pleasure of his own or cede all pleasure to his Mistress.  For he knew deep in his soul that was what she was.  She was his Mistress and he was her slave and that was how it should be.

 

“I want whatever makes you happy, Mistress.  Do with me as you will.”

 

Flipping around so that once again she lay beside him, she snuggled down with her head cradled into his shoulder.  “I am really tired.  It has been a long but satisfying day.”  And she threw one leg directly across his still rock hard cock and within seconds she was asleep.  But for Carter, it would be a long and frustrating night as his arousal would not allow sleep to come to him easily.

 

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Erotic Novel Giveaway Day 28

A Sunday Surprise

 

Georgia had thoroughly enjoyed her little diversion the night before with Carter although she did wonder why she felt the need to punish the man when he had done very little that was wrong. It was not a compelling feeling of guilt.  It only niggled at the back of her mind.  She stretched and threw the covers off so that she could check her body to see if any of her bruises and sores had healed.  She checked the outsides of her breasts and was gratified to see that only small pink spots remained where the claws had dug in.  She reached down between her legs and tested the opening of her pussy and that too seemed to have healed from the punishment that Luther had given it.  She was so absorbed in her self-examination that she did not even hear Amara enter.

 

“Are you horny again already, sis?”  Amara asked.

 

Georgia’s face turned three shades of red.  “I wasn’t sexing myself.  I was just checking to see how bad the damage was.”

 

“Sure, sure, I understand.  If you are almost done checking perhaps you would like to shower and get ready to go to church.”

 

“What?  Since when do you go to church?”

 

“Come now, it is Sunday, you know.  Get in the shower and I will lay out some clothes for you to wear.”

 

The shower felt marvelous but Georgia could not help thinking about Amara and her plans for the morning.  To her knowledge, neither of them had been to church in the past 15 or so years.  And since she reasoned that they were now connected to the other team, she was not sure what the point would be.  She had just turned off the water and reached for a thick terry towel when she hear Amara again urging her to hurry as they did not want to be late.  She quickly dried off, pulled a brush through her hair a few times and stepped back into the bedroom.  True to her words, Amara had indeed laid out some clothes on the bed, but they were not ones that Georgia would have selected as go to meeting clothes.  The white bra would barely conceal her nipples and the blouse was sheer enough so that if any light was behind her, people would be able to see what was under it.  A matching garter set was included and some textured white hose were added.  The white leather micro-mini skirt would barely cover the ends of the garters while she was standing.  Since no panties were available Georgia figured that her shaven cunt would be on display once she sat down.  And the white pumps with at least a six-inch spiked heel would make her ass sway when she walked.  It was obvious to her that this outfit was intended to distract the audience from whatever sermon the preacher might be delivering today.

 

And then Amara walked in wearing an identical ensemble.  “Are you ready to go, sister?  Do you think we will be recognized as two virgins ready for the altar?”

 

“Is that what we are supposed to be?  I certainly hope the sacrifice does not include being tied down and having our throats cut.  Just which church are we attending today?”

 

“I was only joking about the sacrifice.  We are going to a fundamentalist Christian Church to cause a little mischief.  So bring up as many naughty thoughts as you can.”

 

Every eye was on them as they walked down the aisle.  Amara directed Georgia to the very front row where two seats set directly in front of the podium.  As she had feared there was no way for her to keep her skirt from sliding up far enough to not only show her garters but her bare pussy as well.  She prayed that she would not be in the line of sight of any families with small children.  She opened her mind and could hear comments from all over the church.  “Aren’t they disgusting, coming to church looking like two hookers?” One woman said to her husband.

 

“Yes, but they are hot looking hookers.  I would pay for a little of either one of them.”  He thought.

 

“Say it out loud,” Georgia demanded.  And she heard a female gasp and she knew that the man had obeyed her.

 

“You should be ashamed of yourself, Ralph Peterson.  How can you say a thing like that when your wife is sitting right beside you?”

 

Georgia put another thought in his mind and she heard him reply.  “Listen cunt, if you looked half as good as either one of those women I would be fucking you right now instead of sitting here listening to you complain.”

 

Georgia smiled as she heard a collective gasp coming from one entire section of the church.  Then the organ started and everyone began to rise to sing the opening hymn.  This seemed to quiet the thoughts around the two women as everyone waited for the preacher to begin his sermon.  “If everyone would please open their bibles to Romans 1:25 through 1:27 and follow along.”  He began.  He read the three verses dealing with what the Bible called unnatural sexual practices and launched into his sermon about the sin of homosexuality.  Georgia could hear the thoughts of several young men in the audience thinking about what they had done with one another the night before and wondering how on earth anything that had felt so wonderful could be wrong.

 

As the preacher got to the part in his sermon about how sinful it is for husbands and wives to emulate homosexual conduct in their bedroom, Georgia could see that he was having a little trouble keeping his mind on the subject.  A small bead of sweat had begun to stand out on his brow and his eyes could not seem to leave the front row directly in front of him.  Georgia thought it was only fitting that she help him out and so she spread her legs a little further apart and she noticed Amara doing the same thing.  “Say it!” Georgia sent him the subliminal message.  “Tell everyone how you would like to eat the two cunts sitting in the front row.  Say it out loud.”  And the entire audience gasped as the preacher could not stop himself from obeying Georgia’s command.

 

Amara was almost rolling in laughter as she looked at the preacher trying desperately to save his sermon.  But in the end, all he could do was sneak away as his congregation filed out of the church.  True most of the men and several of the women secretly agreed with his statement but they could not allow their fellow worshippers to think that they did.  As Georgia and Amara started to rise, a middle-aged woman confronted them.  She was conservatively dressed in a dress that came well below her knees and low-heeled sensible shoes.

 

“How could you show up here dressed like hussies?  My husband was wrong to have said what he did but you deliberately tried to incite him.” She said.

 

“So you believe what he was preaching about homosexuality and oral sex within the marriage?”  Amara asked her.

 

“It comes straight from God’s word.  Sodomy is an abomination unto the Lord.”

 

“So you have never sucked a cock or licked a slit.  And your self-righteous husband has never gone down on you before stuffing his cock into your cunt?” Georgia chimed in.  “I notice you keep looking down at my lap.  You wouldn’t happen to have little lesbian tendencies buried in your mind would you?”

 

“Certainly not!”  She exclaimed.  “And my husband would have never said what he did if you had not forced him to do so.”

 

“Really and just how did we make him do that?”  Amara asked.

 

“You know perfectly well how you did it.  You don’t think you are the only two sluts in the world that Luther has ever gotten his hooks into do you?”

 

Georgia looked over at Amara with a look of incredulity.  “Is she telling us what I think she is?”

 

“Why ask your bitch sister?  I am right here, what is it you want to know?”

 

Amara was on her feet in a flash, grabbing hold of the woman’s hair and slapping her face hard with the open palm.  “Don’t ever call me a bitch again.”

 

“Ladies, ladies, calm yourselves.  After all, we are all on the same team here.”

 

“I should have figured that you would show up, Luther.”  Georgia began.  “But aren’t you like banned from actually coming into a church?”

 

“Apparently not.  Here I am.  “Helen I see that you have met my two latest converts.  Did they do me proud this morning?”

 

“If the object was to disrupt Harold’s service, they certainly accomplished that.  If the purpose was to place doubts in the thoughts of some of the parishioner’s minds that too was successful.  But these two are rank amateurs.  There were over 120 parishioners here today and yet they could only reach out to a half dozen between them. And bringing the service to a close was completely counterproductive.  I was planting thoughts in Bobby Jenkins mind about his best friend Randy’s cock.  I actually had him stroking himself through his pants while he was sitting right beside his mother.  And his mother was thinking about cheating on her husband with another woman.  I could go on and on.  Just think how many lustful thoughts I could have planted if these two had been more patient.”

 

Georgia looked over at Amara and shook her head.  “What the hell is this all about?  Were we on some type of recruiting trip for this asshole?”

 

Amara did not answer but she did look down toward the floor in an effort to avoid Georgia’s eyes.  So Georgia rounded on Luther.  “Why don’t you tell us what this is all about?”

 

“Don’t get all high and mighty on me, cunt.”  Luther began.  “I own you and your sister and I expect that you will do exactly what I tell you.  You would do well to listen and learn from Helen.  She knows the system and is exceedingly good at getting the results I need.”

 

“Well, la ti fucking da to you and your whore.  I am sick of your interfering in my life.  Amara, are you coming or do you want to stay with these two assholes?”

 

Georgia did not wait for her sister to answer.  She just turned on her heels and headed for the door.  As she walked up the aisle she could feel three sets of minds all trying to pull her back.  She imagined a huge fireball slowly rolling away from her, down the aisle to the area where Luther and the two women stood.  She could smell the burning of the carpet and heard the swearing of two people as they attempted to get out of the way of the rolling inferno.  Although she could feel Luther’s anger she was disappointed that he was not panicking as well.  She knew the fire was out but she could still smell the scorched carpet as she made the door and exited the church.

 

She had not gone far before Luther was standing blocking her path.  “We have unfinished business, you and me.”  He informed her.

 

Georgia threw up her hands in a gesture of defeat.  “Okay, why don’t you tell me exactly what it is that you want from me?  As your Jezebel in there pointed out I am pretty worthless at this recruiting business.”

 

“Perhaps I should have explained things to you instead of just assuming that Amara would guide you.  There really is not many things that people can do that is a sin.  But if they believe that something is wrong and then do it that is a real sin.  So let’s assume that a person has no preconceived notion of what is right and wrong.  Then they could do almost anything they wanted and they would not violate any rules.  They could fuck anyone they wanted, suck anyone they wanted, nothing would be off limits.  That is why I need people like Harold in there.  It is his job to make people believe that the things they want the most are against the rules.  But once he has them convinced that it is a mortal sin for them to fuck anyone other than the ones they are married to, someone else has to come along and tempt them not to care.  That is where you and Amara and Helen come in.”

 

“And you think that I am just going to go along with this hair brained scheme?”

 

“You really don’t have a choice.  You willingly gave yourself to me so I own you.”

 

“Yeah, well that is where you totally fucked up.  Sure I let you stick your rod in my cunt, but I didn’t even consider that it was wrong.  In fact, I never believed in any of this right and wrong, good and bad stuff.  So let me make things crystal clear for you.  Go fuck yourself.”  And once again Georgia began walking away and this time, Luther did not try and stop her.

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Erotic Novel giveaway day 27

Carter’s Ordeal

 

The voice had been so clear in his mind and the compulsion was so great that first he had taken off his clothes, tried to get the heels on without much success and taken the pictures and sent them to his wife’s phone.  He had waited for what he figured was forever before he heard her voice again.  This time, she was telling him to use a debilitating cream on his body hair.  The voice even told him where to find the cream and how to use it.  He was almost sure that Georgia was playing some type of trick on him.  Perhaps she had planted a tape recorder and set it to play at a particular time but the voice seemed to be inside his head and not outside of his brain.  He shook his head to try and clear it and then sent her another text message asking if it was really her that was sending the instructions.  Almost immediately his head was filled with her voice.  This time, she sounded angry and insisting that he let the cream stay on an additional 15 minutes although he was sure that would cause chemical burns.  But regardless of his fears, he knew he had to obey.

 

And so after soaking in a hot bath to soften his hair, applying the pink cream liberally all over his body and waiting the required time he began wiping off the cream with paper towels.  This was agony because his skin was so severely reddened and irritated.  When he was satisfied that the vast majority of his hair had been melted away he climbed back in the tub and set the shower to cold.  He could barely stand to use a thick terry towel on his body but when he was through he was pleased to see a completely hairless body looking back at him in the mirror.  Taking his phone, he quickly snapped several pictures and sent them to his wife’s phone.  This time, he actually got a text message back.  “You are such a sissy bitch.”  It began.  “I bet you wished you had allowed me to put you in that chastity tube, don’t you?”

 

Carter quickly typed out another text telling Georgia that he would do anything she wanted if she would just come home.  His phone chimed with an incoming message.  His heart fell as he read what she had written.  “I won’t be coming home until you are firmly locked in that chastity tube and it better be the one with the sharp spikes.  You can text me the pictures while you are being fitted.  Oh, and make sure you wear a pair of my panties.  I am sure Charles will enjoy seeing you in all your sissy glory.  Better yet why don’t you spend tomorrow shopping for your own lingerie?  Just keep your mind open when you enter the store and I will tell you what to buy.”

 

At that point, two thoughts came into Carter’s mind simultaneously.  The first was that he needed to start cleaning up the house.  But this compulsion was different than the one he had the previous weekend.  This time, everything was specific and he had to do the chores in exactly the correct order and each task had to be finished before he could start another.  There would be no wasted effort or any task left half done.  The other thought that came to his mind was that he was exceedingly horny.  He was still naked and his cock stood out prominently from his body.  His balls felt that they were so full that they would burst at any second and he wanted to bring himself off with his hand.  His mind kept telling him to stroke his cock but when he tried to do so his hand would not quite reach the straining flesh.  He tried to move closer to the sofa hoping that he would be able to rub himself against the arm but he could only come within a few inches.  As he walked through the archway leading to the hall closet where he kept the vacuum he thought he might be able to hump himself against the wall but something caused him to pass right by without so much as grazing the arch with his cock.  He moaned in frustration as he looked down and saw a large dollop of precum oozing out of his slit.  And then another urge hit him and this time, his fingers could graze the tip of his cock and extract that slippery morsel which he immediately put into his mouth and rolled it around his teeth and gums.  And that action caused his balls to swell even more.

 

His frustration continued for the next two hours as he went from one chore to the other.  By the time he had finished vacuuming the carpets wearing his high heels his feet were in agony but for some reason even that ache caused him to think of sex.  He was almost finished cleaning out the refrigerator and washing the dishes he had removed from it when he finally noticed that his cock had returned to normal.  He breathed a sigh of relief because he no longer had to worry about the warnings on some ed medication ads he had seen on the television where they told you to call your doctor is you had an erection lasting for more than four hours.  But then all that thinking about his flaccid cock made it start to twitch a little bit and then it began to grow back to full mast.

 

It was midnight before his cleaning urge went away.  He made his way to the bathroom and decided to take a nice cold shower to try and get some relief from his straining cock.  The cold water did seem to do the trick and his cock began to go down.  As he soaped his body he found that his hands could now touch himself in an intimate way.  As he pulled back the foreskin to wash his sensitive flesh he again felt his cock begin to swell.  Even the cold water was not enough distraction for him and he desperately wanted to begin pumping his flesh.  He was able to stroke his cock a few time bringing himself right to the edge of orgasm but he could not bring himself over that point.  A low groan escaped from his lips as he realized that somehow someone was manipulating him and he suspected that it was Georgia.  “Why are you doing this to me?”  He cried out.

 

Then he heard the voice in his head, “Don’t be such a sniveling little bitch.  Would you rather I took away your ability to have an erection altogether.  Perhaps that would be best.  I wouldn’t need to keep you in chastity or keep watch over you to make sure you don’t play with yourself.  Now go to bed.  You have a lot of work to do tomorrow before your afternoon shopping trip.”

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Erotic Novel Giveaway Day 26

The Day After

 

Georgia did not remember anything further as she did not wake up until the next day.  She slowly came back to consciousness feeling something cool being applied to her forehead.  She tried to focus her eyes but the light caused a sharp pain to pass into her brain.

 

“There, there just lie still and let me take care of you.” A familiar voice told her.  Georgia worked hard to clear her mind enough to figure out where she was.  The cool cloth continued to be pressed against her head and she began to feel slightly better and her vision began to clear.  Her eyes finally cleared enough for her to recognize her sister.  “He really did a number on your little sister.  He was all apologetic, saying that you just released his inner beast but I told him to get out and not come back until I let him know it was alright to do so.”

 

“Dear Lord, did you see him?  He turned into a complete monster.  I had no idea that was what he was really like.  I guess I should have known but he seemed like such a nice guy.”

 

“He has never turned like that with me so I don’t know if I should be thankful or a little jealous of you for being able to completely get to his inner soul.”

 

“Trust me, you don’t want to get to that part of his psyche.  Is there anything left to my breasts?  And my cunt feels like it has been ripped in two.”

 

“The scratches weren’t too bad although he did penetrate the skin with his claws.  Thankfully he released you right after you passed out so that I could clean your cuts and stop the bleeding.  I haven’t checked your vagina.  Perhaps if you feel like a hot bath we can see how much damage he did to you.”

 

Georgia spent over an hour soaking in the hot bubble bath.  Amara helped her bathe as best she could but allowed Georgia to take care of her more intimate areas.  When the water began to cool making it uncomfortable for her sister she helped her out of the tub and gently dried her with a thick terry towel.  She asked Georgia if she would like to go back to bed but she told her no, she really needed to try to get some nourishment and some fluids.  Amara helped her downstairs and seated her at the table while she rooted through the fridge for the makings of breakfast.  She handed Georgia a steaming cup of black coffee and went to the sideboard to get a skillet for bacon and eggs.

 

As she turned on the burner the room suddenly became extremely cold.  It was as if someone had left a window open in January.  Georgia wrapped both hands around her coffee mug trying to get a little warmth into her hands.  “I will not apologize to you or any other human.”  The invisible voice said.  “I have given you a bit of restitution, however.  I hope you enjoy your new powers.”  And then the room temperature returned to normal and the voice was gone.

 

“What the hell do you suppose that was all about?”  Asked Georgia to Amara.

 

“I am not sure but after I willingly accepted Luther into my life, I got the powers to cast spells, read people’s minds and control others with my thoughts.”

 

“But I did not willingly accept him into my life just into my cunt.”

 

“To Luther, those are one and the same things.”

 

“Why didn’t you warn me, I would never have allowed him to fuck me?”

 

“I could not afford to anger Luther.  He would have gotten what he wanted eventually and I would have paid dearly for warning you.  It doesn’t matter now anyway.  There is nothing either of us can do to change the situation.  Why don’t you try to figure out what your powers are?”

 

Georgia really did not feel any different than she had when she woke up.  Her breasts still felt like they had been punctured by needles and her cunt still felt like it a tree limb had been shoved up it including a couple of branches.  So she figured that quick healing was not the gift.  She reached out with her mind and could hear Amara’s thought but that really didn’t tell her anything because Amara had the ability of telepathy and she could be allowing Georgia access to her mind.  So she tried to push her mind out farther and she concentrated on Carter’s mind.  To her surprise, she could see him lounging on the sofa with a beer in one hand and his cock in the other.  “Carter set the beer down and put your cock back in your pants this instant.”  Her thoughts raged outward.

 

There was a slight delay before Carter looked around him like an unexpected visitor had caught him.  He quickly set the beer on the end table beside him and began tucking his cock back into his sweat pants.  Georgia smiled but then she wondered if it had actually happened or if she had just conjured it up in her mind.  “Carter take off all your clothes, put your heels on, take a picture of yourself and send it to my phone within the next 5 minutes.”  Georgia pushed that thought as hard as she could.  Then she sat in her chair and waited with a close eye on the clock on the wall.  Five minutes passed and then ten and still nothing happened.

 

“Well, I guess that was a total bust,”  Georgia said out loud.

 

“What was a bust, sister?”

 

“Oh, I just thought I had the power to control Carter.  I sent him a thought to take off all his clothes and put on some high heels and send me a picture to my phone.  But as you can see he has not obeyed.”

 

“You mean he was to send the picture to your phone that you left in the bedroom on vibrate.  I have heard it going off for the last 10 minutes.”

 

“Shit, I guess I had better go get it or can you just will it to come to me with your mind?”

 

“Why don’t you try and teleport it to you?”

 

“I wouldn’t know how to do that.”

 

“Just concentrate on the phone.  See it in your mind.  See it lifting off of the dresser and floating through the air.”

 

Georgia tried as hard as she could but finally gave up and rose from her chair and headed to the bedroom.  Sure enough, her phone was vibrating on top of the dresser.  Picking it up she checked the messages to find several from Carter, the most recent about 15 minutes prior.  Opening the message a huge smile crossed her face.  There was her husband in all his naked glory and on his feet his black heels although the straps were still undone.  The text read, “I don’t know why but I had the uncontrollable urge to send you this picture.  It was almost as if you were in the room with me telling me what you wanted.  I am still waiting for further instructions if you are still talking with me.”

 

Georgia hit reply and began typing and then thought what the fuck am I doing?  She set the phone back down and climbed in the middle of the bed.  Resting her head on a pillow, she began to think that she wanted Carter to remove all the hair from his body from the neck down.  She even told him where the big bottle of Nair was and how to use it.  Her phone vibrated again.  Seeing that it was again Carter she read another of his texts.  “Was that last request really from you?  I can hear you so clearly in my head but it does not seem possible that you asked me to denude my body.”

 

Georgia smiled.  “Since you question my instructions, I want you to leave the lotion on for 30 minutes instead of 15.  Perhaps a little chemical burn will teach you better manners.  Make sure that I get full body pictures when you are rinsed and dried.”  She then dropped the phone down beside her and blissfully closed her eyes.

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Georgia’s Visit With Amara

 

Being tired of trying to convince Carter to do what she wanted, Georgia figured she might as well spend the weekend with her sister.  Remembering the last time she visited only made her hotter and wetter as she hoped for another go at Blake and Jake.  The only thought she had about Carter was that she wished she had not asked Amara to remove the spell she had placed on their house.  She didn’t bother knocking on the door.  If Amara was home she was welcome and if not, no one would come to the door anyway.

 

The lights were on downstairs and she could smell incense burning in the living room so she headed that way immediately.  She did not see Amara but sure enough, there was Luther.  “What are you doing here and where is my sister?”

 

“And I have missed you as well.” Stated Luther.  “I had a nice talk with your husband earlier.  He seemed to be somewhat of a mess.  I am afraid that I didn’t make him feel any better either.  I guess I need to brush up on my people skills.”

 

Georgia looked at him and smiled.  “You are such an asshole, Luther but sometimes that can be a good thing.  Tell me what you did to poor Carter.”

 

“I was trying to convince him to put on the chastity device and I think I almost had him until I told him that I wanted to fuck you.  For some reason, that just pissed him off.  That male has such a low tolerance for mental pain.  You know he was curled up in a ball on the floor and crying like a baby when I left.  So if I promise to send him pictures can we fuck?”

 

Georgia broke out laughing.  “Truthfully I was hoping for Blake and Jake.  Not only do they have bigger cocks than yours, they know how to use them better.  By the way do you still have that premature ejaculation problem?”

 

“You really are a bitch.  I am not surprised that your husband isn’t jumping at the idea of letting you control his orgasms.  Maybe he would like it better if I was to put a chastity device on you and let him hold the key.  Would you like that Georgia?”

 

“Would you like me to cut off your cock and feed it to you, Luther?”

 

Luther just looked at Georgia and smiled.  “I do so like my women feisty.”

 

“And exactly what is it that you want with me, Luther?  Shouldn’t you be out stealing souls or damning people to hell fire or sacrificing virgins?”

 

“You humans have such vivid imaginations.  Why Georgia you make me sound like a total monster.  And even if I wanted to where in the world would I find a virgin to sacrifice?  Can’t you just accept that I like your company?”

 

“I am having a little trouble wrapping my mind around that,” Georgia told him.  “After all, you have billions of women to choose from and as persuasive as you are few of them would be able to turn you down, why me?”

 

“I guess your own argument should tell you how much I value you.  Why don’t you take off your clothes and let me show you how desirable I find you?”

 

“As appealing as that thought is, I am here to see Amara.  Where is she?”

 

Carter pointed towards the bedroom and Georgia did not even wait for him to say anything.  Opening the door her mouth dropped open.  Either Blake or Jake, she never could get them straight was plowing Amara’s furrow and the other was stuffing her mouth with cock.  Although her hands were tied securely behind her back she did not seem to be protesting so Georgia started to back out of the room.  “You don’t have to leave,” one of the men told her.  “We will only be a few more minutes and then we can take care of that itch between your legs as well.”

 

Georgia did not reply, she simply backed out of the room and closed the door behind her.  As she entered the living room, Luther did not even look up.  He had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it.  Georgia marveled at the look of the thing.  She felt a little like a voyeuristic mother who had just come in and found her son masturbating for the first time.  She could not take her eyes off of that monster cock because she had never seen anything even remotely like it.  It had no foreskin, not because it had been circumcised but because it never had a skin covering for the head.  There was no break between the head and the shaft of his cock.  It looked like a long fleshy pole with a barbed end to it.  She remembered how it had felt the one time that Luther had taken her from behind but that did not prepare her for the sight before her.  Then Luther raised his eyes and looked directly into hers.

 

“Do you like what you see?  You look completely mesmerized.  Surely you remember my cock from the first time we met?”

 

“You had me at a disadvantage.  You took me from behind and because of that damned collar you had around my neck I could not see even the smallest amount of your shaft.”

 

“Well, you’re not tied or collared now.  Come over here and take a better look.  Hell, come over here and get a taste if you so desire.”

 

It was impossible for her to resist, not because he willed her to but because she wanted to be closer to that magnificent strange looking object of desire.  She was becoming so wet that her cunt began to drip through the jeans she wore and she could smell her own rut.  It seemed to take her forever to cover the few feet between them.  Her knees were weak with desire by the time she could reach out with her right hand and take the rod between her fingers although no matter how hard she tried she could not get the entire girth in her hand.  Had that monster cock really once been inside of her cunt?

 

“Use your left hand, Georgia,”  Luther instructed.  “I want to feel your wedding ring as you stroke my cock.”

 

Without any hesitation she shifted hands, feeling more like a whore and a slut but loving it.  She reached up to the slit to get some precum but it seemed that no matter where she put her fingers the shaft was already lubricated.  She slowly slid her hand all the way down to the base and let her fingers drift down to two gigantic balls that seemed to be so full that they might pop at any second.  “Oh Luther, I think you better fuck me.  Your balls are about to burst.”

 

“I didn’t think you would ever ask.”  Georgia had no idea how it happened but she found herself completely naked and being lowered onto that massive piece of male flesh.  Luther held her up as the head slipped all the way inside allowing her to get used to the girth.  She moaned a little because of pain but a lot because of pleasure.  She could already feel her cunt muscles beginning to clench with her first orgasm and he was barely started.  He allowed her to settle down so that a couple more inches of his cock could invade her insides causing tears of pleasure to blind her for a few moments.  She tried to reach up to wipe the moisture from her eyes but she could not move her hands.  She began shaking her head back and forth in an effort to clear her vision but then wished that she had not done so.  Instead of the extremely handsome man she thought would be there, she saw what surely was a monster in his place.  The smooth tanned skin of his face was replaced by black skin with large warts all over it.  The mouth that she remembered fondly was a mass of sharp and pointed teeth and a large pointed tongue protruded out towards her breasts.  She could not believe how long that thing was.  The pointed tip was licking all the way around her areola even though Luther was holding her at arm’s length squeezing her breasts cruelly.  Then she felt something like needles digging into the side of her tits and she tried to look down but her head would not move.  It was held firmly in place as surely as it had been the time he had fitted her with the wide collar.  She opened her mouth to object but no words would pass her tongue.  And all the while her body was convulsing with orgasm after orgasm.

 

Then she felt his cockhead reach the furthest depths of her cunt.  And yet he was still trying to force even more up inside her causing her more pain than she could ever remember.  At the same time, his claws were digging into the sides and tops of her breasts and she could feel little trickles of moisture leaking down her sides.  She could not look to see but she was sure that it was either sweat or God help her blood.  She was unable to look anywhere except directly at that horrid face in front of her and it had grown even more grotesque as he could feel the pain in her body.  Now horns had grown from the top of his forehead and had curled toward his back.  And now that evil tongue was licking the sides of her face, taking in each droplet of tears that flowed from her eyes.  Never had Georgia been so terrified in her life.  And the pain and terror did their work and she passed out.

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