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Part 1

"The black Basque, with stockings and your five inch heels," I told her.

"Okay, naked, completely naked."

"Is that all?" I asked.

"No. Handcuffed to the bed as well," Beth replied.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"I'm not saying just now, I'll save my other choices as a surprise," she said.

She ran her fingertips slowly down the open neckline of her blouse, and into her cleavage, stroking her concealed breast; she saw me watching and seductively licked her top lip. She was teasing me and I loved it

"What about you?" she continued.

"I think I'd better keep mine a surprise as well then, it looks like I'll be pretty much under your control tonight, so I'll play it by ear," I told her.

This sounded like it might be an interesting night, so I thought I had better keep something in reserve.

It was a game my wife, Beth and I played every few weeks. We each had five choices of dress or actions for ourselves or for each other.

We had agreed to always comply with one another's choices, unless, of course, it was something either of us really didn't want: Beth had always strongly refused to let me have anal sex with her for example.

But it still left us plenty of scope to play, our games were really only limited by our own imagination.

We only played our game occasionally though, that way it never got boring. It also gave us plenty of time to think of something original, though there were always favorites that we kept coming back to, such as the clothes I had chosen for her to wear tonight.

In truth, Beth is one of those lucky women who look good in anything. She could throw some old rags on and they would hang perfectly on her.

At five feet eight, she's slim but also curvy in just the right places, she has long red hair above a pale face, green eyes and a slim nose, with just a spattering of freckles and full lips on a mouth that is, according to her, a bit too wide, but to me ultimately kissable.

I adore her regardless of what she wears, but I'm a man, and if I can get my wife into something sexy, and maybe even kinky, well, I'm going to grab that opportunity with both hands.

I sipped my wine, savoring the dry tangy flavor. I was sitting in my favorite chair looking at Beth who had her feet tucked up under her on the sofa.

We had finished dinner an hour ago. It was early Friday evening, and we had a whole weekend to play our game if we wanted.

We stared at one another, neither of us speaking now; we both knew what was to happen next.

Slowly Beth stood up; again she licked her lips sexily, and with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips, she sashayed from the room toward the bedroom.

I leisurely finished my wine, giving Beth time to prepare herself, and then ten minutes later, taking our empty glasses and the half full bottle I followed her.

The bedroom was empty, but I could hear Beth moving about in the en suite bathroom.

I quickly stripped my off clothes; I flung the bed cover back and lay down on the cool sheet.

I assumed what I considered a raunchy pose, laying on my side with my head supported by my right hand, my arm bent at the elbow.

My legs were bent at the knees, my left one upright lewdly exposing my erection.

The bathroom door opened and my breath caught as Beth entered.

In the seven years we have been married I have never grown tired of just looking at her, and here she was dressed like something from a wet dream.

She had added silver grey satin panties to the items I had suggested.

Her hair was piled up on top of her head, with a few wispy curls allowed to escape and hang down.

A triple string of pearls hung around her neck.

I smiled up at her as she stood with one knee resting on the bed; she cupped her breast with one hand and held the forefinger of the other to the side of her mouth.

She looked down at my hard penis "is that all for me?" She asked coyly.

"Every last bit, and more than once," I replied in a comically macho voice.

We both giggled. Beth then collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed.

My hand entwined in her hair as I pulled her to me, we kissed for quite some time, exploring one another's mouths greedily, our tongues fighting a frenzied battle,

Breathlessly she pulled away, and lifting her head she tossed her hair back from her face.

"You're supposed to be cuffed to the bed," she whispered.

I let go of her and lay back, I spread my arms, clutching the headboard at either side of my head.

"I'm all yours, do whatever you want," I told her.

She climbed off the bed and opened a drawer in her dressing table; it was where we stored all our toys.

She returned to me holding two pairs of shiny handcuffs, and in just a few seconds my hands were cuffed securely to the bed.

She jumped up again and fetched two of her stockings. I guessed what she had in mind, and spread my legs so she could tie my feet wide apart.

I was helpless and so excited; I had the feeling that something special was going to happen this weekend.

If I had only known what!

Beth knelt astride my hips, she hooked her fingers into the bra cups of her Basque, and eased them down exposing her breasts, leaning forward she pushed one nipple into my eager mouth, I sucked, slowly increasing the pressure, drawing in more and more of her erect bud and as much of her breast as I could.

She moaned in pleasure as I gently bit down on her tit.

Then she pulled herself free, but only to replace one breast with the other for me to repeat the process.

When she finally pulled away she knelt beside me, she ran her hands over my body, slowly and gently, caressing and massaging.

I looked at her face as she concentrated on what she was doing, she looked so beautiful.

"This is nice, have you thought of your other choices yet?" I asked her quietly, hoping I wouldn't break the mood.

"I don't think I'll need anything else. But don't worry, I can guarantee you won't forget this night in a hurry."

I relaxed back into the bed, enjoying the feel of her hands, feeling her fingers make their slow way down to my cock, just as I had hoped they would.

I had my eyes closed, but in my mind's eye I could see her slim fingers, with deep red nails wrapped around my shaft.

She began to slowly move her hand up and down, I groaned with pleasure, feeling like a king, albeit a king tied to his bed, but a king nonetheless.

She quickened the pace, her hand building to a steady rhythm.

I could feel my climax building.

I wanted to stop her, to make it last longer, but the approaching orgasm was stronger than my will power.

All too soon my body stiffened and I arched up off the bed.

"Nnngggg...aahhhh," I cried out, her pumping hand forcing sperm to arc and splash onto my stomach.

I sagged back down, although I had just laid there while Beth did all the work, I felt exhausted.

I sighed happily, and I could feel Beth still holding my rapidly wilting penis, I didn't know what she was doing, but with her busy fingers manipulating my cock I felt the stirrings of another erection.

"Don't you fucking get hard again yet, I need you soft for a few moments," she hissed at me.

I could feel something gripping my cock, no, not gripping, encasing; she had wrapped something around my cock and it was squeezing me tight.

I wasn't worried, in fact I was enjoying the feeling, I thought it was another kinky idea that she wanted to try.

My curiosity though, was beginning to get the better of me. I strained my neck, lifting my head, trying to see what she was doing, but the way she was hunched over my body hid her hands from me, but I could feel her busy fingers around my cock and my balls.

Suddenly something pulled tight around my scrotum. I gasped even though it wasn't painful. Then it happened again, this time around my balls and the base of my cock.

It was then I began to grow concerned.

"What are you doing Beth? It's hurting my cock, whatever it is," I said in a more casual way than I was feeling.

"I'm just about done, yes.....there," she announced. And she sat back on her heels beside me on the bed.

I looked down my body at my crotch.

At first I didn't know what I was looking at, and then I slowly began to realize what she had done.

My penis was now inside a shiny metallic mesh tube. It was of a size that would fit me perfectly under normal circumstances: when I was soft. But as I was growing harder by the second my cock had no room to expand. I was only half erect and already the flesh of my penis was pushing through the mesh.

It was this that was causing me pain. The most bizarre thing though was the fact that I was still growing more erect.

I was in effect torturing myself.

I also saw that the tube was held in place by two chrome circlets: pulled tight around my balls and my penis.

Somehow I knew that these were locked on and this... this chastity tube, for want of a better word, would be staying in place until Beth decided otherwise.

She knelt on the bed beside me, the fingers of one hand played over my imprisoned cock. She licked her lips and smiled wickedly, her other hand at her mouth, the red painted nail of her finger between her teeth.

"See how he's trying to escape? The poor thing, but he does look delicious doesn't he? All angry and trapped, and I do believe he's getting angrier, see how red he's getting?" she was excited by my position and what she had done. I could only wait to see what she planned. I was at her mercy.

I still believed that this was all just a game, but the growing pain from my cock was now giving me doubts.

"It's really starting to hurt now, can we take it off?" I asked.

She looked at me with her bottom lip protruding "Aw, why? I like it like that. No I think it can stay on for awhile," she said sulkily.

I looked down at myself; my cock looked as if it would burst out of the tube at any moment. It had turned a deep red, blue veins were showing through the mesh, and the head was protruding from the mouth of the tube trying to find room to grow.

It looked as painful as it felt.

I grimaced with the building agony; this no longer felt like a game, certainly no longer enjoyable "Come on Beth. Enough now, this bloody hurts, really."

"Would you like me to kiss it better?" she asked.

"Just take it off will you, please?" I had had enough of this particular game.

"I bet Gina would." She said.

"W...what," I spluttered.

"Gina! She'd kiss it for you wouldn't she?"

"Gina? What do you mean? Gina who?"

She reached over to her bedside table and pulled something from the drawer.

"You know, Gina, the slut you've been fucking," she said as she fiddled with the small black device she was holding.

"Honest Beth, you've got it wrong, I don't know any Gina." That was all I managed to say, when suddenly my world exploded. Pain erupted from my crotch and engulfed my whole body.

If I hadn't been tied to the bed I would have curled into a fetal position and screamed. As it was I could only scream and groan and scream again.

It felt as though my balls were being crushed by a red hot vice and hit with a stout stick at the same time. It lasted no more than a second, but the ache left behind and the memory of the pain had me shaking in fear.

"Oh God Beth please don't? What was that? Please I'm sorry, don't do it again. It hurts, it really hurts, I couldn't stand that again. Please?"

"Then don't bullshit me John, I know everything," she spoke calmly but firmly, as if she hadn't just almost ripped my soul apart.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, it's true, I did fuck her. But I was drunk, she threw herself at me, it meant nothing I swear, it was just the once, I'll never do it again," I had more to say but instead I was screaming as the pain surged through me again.

"DON'T TREAT ME LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT. I KNOW YOU FUCKED HER AT LEAST THREE TIMES. NOW DON'T LIE TO ME," she was shouting, angry now, and I was terrified of what she might do next.

"Okay okay, I swear, no more lies, I'll tell you whatever you want, I'll do whatever you want, just please don't hurt me again?" I was literally shaking in fear.

Beth calmed her breathing and seemed to regain her self control. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smudging her lipstick, and then pushed her fingers through her hair brushing it from her eyes. She spoke calmly and confidently. She wasn't asking me to agree with what she was saying. She was now telling me how it was going to be.

"I wasn't sure whether this thing would do what the blurb said it would, but I must say it was well worth the money. Oh, by the way, I used your bank account to pay for it," she was talking about the device she held in her hand, she turned it this way and that, as if she had never seen it before.

"It's clever don't you think? You see, with that tube locked in place you can't get an erection, as you've already discovered. So that will stop you fucking around for starters. Then this little beauty, oh I love this," she held the device in front of my face so I could get a good look. "This thing controls it all. If I push this button it sends a jolt of power through those bands locked around your balls. It has three settings; I used the lowest just now. But not only that, it also has other controls. For instance, I've set it at a specific distance, should you stray outside that distance the power automatically turns on until you return. And no, I'm not going to tell you how far it's set for," she patted my cheek lightly.

"Oh yes, there's one more thing. Should you manage to get your greedy little hands on it, you will need to punch a code into it at certain intervals, or, well I think you know what will happen."

I had to get out of this somehow; I couldn't take another of those shocks. I had to keep her calm, try to win her over. I made myself sound as sincere as I possibly could,

"Please believe me, I really am truly sorry Beth. Please just tell me what I can do to make it up to you. Is there anything I can say to make you forgive me?"

"No. Nothing, not just yet. You haven't been punished nearly enough."

"Oh God please don't do it again, please?" I was starting to panic.

"Oh no, this is just to control you, I have something different in mind. Something much more fitting," She stood up from the bed and walked from the room.

I strained against my bonds but only succeeded in hurting my wrists.

"You won't escape, and even if you did you'd still have to get that thing off," she said pointing at my imprisoned penis. She had returned quickly and she was carrying her phone.

"Come on Beth; just give me a chance, please?"

"Shut up," she pointed the device at me in warning "don't speak. I don't want to hear you. Speak only when I say, otherwise I use Mr. Shocker," I was about to protest but the look on her face showed me she was deadly serious.

She sat down again on the bed. "Who do you hate the most in the world?" she asked me in a conversational tone.

"I...I don't really hate anyone." I said.

"Yes you do. Let me give you a hint. Slime ball I think you call him,"

Steve: The slime ball from her office. She was talking about a slimy bastard, who makes no secret of the fact that he wants to fuck Beth. He had even told me to my face that he had tried to get inside her knickers, and he would keep trying. If she hadn't stopped me, I would have punched his lights out on more than one occasion

"Okay, Steve, yes I hate him, why?"

"Why? Because you're going to phone him that's why, and you're going to ask him to take me out on a date, you know, a meal perhaps, followed by a nightclub maybe, something like that. And you'd better make it convincing," she was surely just teasing me? At least I desperately hoped she was.

She punched in a number, her finger poised over the send button.

"Oh and one other thing, make sure you tell him, if he agrees he'll definitely get lucky tonight." she was serious. She was actually going to fuck Steve.

"God no Beth, please don't do this? Please, anything but this?" I begged her.

"Do this right or I walk out of the house now, and I take this with me," she held the control box up for me to see. I understood the meaning in her words, I had no choice, I was about to beg the person I hated most to fuck my wife. And worse, I knew it was my own fault.

"Hello?"

"Hello Steve? It's John, Beth's husband,"

"Right er, hello John, what can I do for you?"

"Well, I wanted to ask you a favour really."

"Oh yeah. Well I know you don't like me John so what makes you think I would do you a favour?"

"Please Man; just hear me out will you? I want to bury the hatchet, and I think you might be interested." The only place I wanted to bury a hatchet is in your head, I thought.

"Okay, tell me what you want. But I'm promising nothing."

"Yeah, of course. Well it's like this, you see I promised to take Beth out tonight on a date, but something came up and I can't make it. So, I really need someone to stand in for me and well, I thought of you," the words felt like barbed wire being torn from my throat.

"You're kidding me, this is a joke right?" he sounded incredulous.

"No I'm serious. I want you to take Beth out, a meal, a dance, whatever, just show her a good time,"

"What's the catch?" he asked slowly'

"No catch I promise. Listen, I'll even pay for the evening, come on Steve, you've been after doing this for months, whaddaya say?"

There was silence for a few long seconds then.

"Okay, I'll do it. But if this is a joke, if I'm left standing on my own,"

"No joke," I interrupted him, and then I saw how Beth was looking at me, how she was pointing the remote control "And Steve, erm, if Beth wants to thank you in a more personal way it's okay with me. You know what I mean?"

"Hang on," he said "you're saying you want me to take your wife out and fuck her as well? And you'll pay for it?"

"Y...yes" I croaked.

"Oh man, you really ask some favours. How about saying please?" He was mocking me now, trying to humiliate me, and he was succeeding.

"Please Steve, will you take my wife out and fuck her?" I felt sick saying the words but I had no other choice.

"Hell yeah! I'll pick her up in an hour,"

He hung up. Beth took the phone away and stood up. She looked and sounded genuinely excited "Well I had better start to get ready,"

I was left alone to brood, regret, and worry; I hoped that this was all a huge joke. But I knew deep down it wasn't.

Just under an hour later Beth returned to the bedroom. Despite my predicament and what she was about to do, the sight of her took my breath away.

Her makeup was immaculate. She wore slightly sparkling green eye shadow to match her eyes, and deep red lipstick. Her hair was loose and stylishly mussed.

She wore a dress that I loved: green silk that clung to every curve of her body, the neckline cut a deep `v` between her breasts, it was obvious, the way her nipples poked forth that she was bra-less. The hemline finished just above her knees.

She also wore her Louboutin shoes with the five inch heels that she was so proud of. And a gold chocker had replaced the pearls around her neck.

She looked absolutely gorgeous.

And it was all for another man.

She stood over me and dangled a black rubber ball gag from her hand.

"We don't want you disturbing the neighbours while I'm out. So open," she commanded.

I knew I would be wasting my time pleading with her, but I felt I had to at least try "Please Beth, don't do this, please?"

"Open," she repeated. There was venom in her voice, she wasn't going to take no for an answer, so I obeyed and seconds later she was buckling the strap behind my head.

I was now helpless and mute and oh so miserable.

She stood by the bed and, bending slightly to raise the hem of her dress, she adjusted a clasp of her garter belt. It didn't need it; she was just showing me the sexy underwear that she was wearing for Steve.

She straightened up and ran her hands seductively from her neck, over her breasts and down to her thighs.

"Do I look okay? Do you think he'll like me?" she twisted from side to side, displaying her body, she knew I couldn't answer, she was tormenting me out of spite now, and just at that moment the doorbell rang.

"That'll be him, wish me luck," she kissed her fingertip and pressed it to my nose, and waggling her fingers in a wave she bid me goodbye.

I'd always considered myself to be a man's man, one of the lads. But I freely admit, at that moment, when I heard the front door close I cried like a baby.

The house was quiet now, and I tried to push thoughts of what Beth was doing from my mind. I thought about sport. I thought about politics. I tried to think about anything other than Beth and Steve.

I even tried to sleep, but my mind kept returning to her and him.

Would she really have sex with him? I wondered.

If she did, where would they do it?

Were they doing it now?

Were they having sex at that very moment?

I knew I would end up going insane thinking like this, so I tried telling myself it was all a game: she was just trying to scare me, keep me on the straight and narrow.

All these thoughts ran through my head. I almost convinced myself that Beth would walk back through the door at any moment, and she would tell me it was a trick and ask me if I had learned my lesson.

But I knew she wouldn't, so I prayed silently to a God that I didn't really believe in, that he would make things right.

I jumped at the sound of the front door opening and closing. Looking at the bedside clock I saw that it was almost midnight.

Four hours had passed since Beth had left. I realized I must have dozed off for a while.

I was so pleased that she was home: Partly because she might now free me, and partly in the hope that she had changed her mind about fucking Steve.

My hopes were shattered however, when, to my dismay I heard voices: she had actually brought him back with her. I couldn't believe she would be so cruel.

And then I thought 'what if she brings him in here to see me like this?' I wanted to die.

I tensed as the door to the bedroom opened; Beth giggled and sat on the bed. She had obviously had quite a bit to drink, but at least she was alone.

"Hello darling, did you miss me? Oh I've had such a lovely time and I must admit I'm little drunk," she giggled again as if to prove her point, and then continued "Now I just need to set this up."

She placed a baby monitor on the table, she must have bought it sometime just for this purpose, I wondered how long she had been planning this night.

"The other part of it is in the spare room. I'll be sleeping in there tonight with Steve, ooh aren't I naughty? He's downstairs by the way, I gave him a glass of your special Whiskey, I know you won't mind. Now I know you can't join in but I thought you might like to listen. See you in the morning, sweet dreams."

She walked out the door stumbling a bit, and I listened to her giggling as she descended the stairs.

My mind was in turmoil 'This can't` be happening, I'm in a nightmare, I'll wake up in a minute.

But I didn't.

I listened to the sound of Beth having sex. I tried to block it out but it was impossible.

She was obviously enjoying it immensely, she was more vocal than normal and I knew it was for my benefit.

They fucked for over an hour and I heard every moan and gasp, every grunt and sigh.

Beth made a point of telling Steve what a good lover he was, and how she loved to suck his cock - something she only did reluctantly to me.

But the worst moment came when I heard Steve attempt to fuck her arse. And to my amazement and horror Beth agreed.

She began by begging him to be gentle, and ended up squealing in delight as he pumped into her.

"Oh God, I never knew anything could feel so good," I heard her say as she gasped in delight.

I felt so impotent; I wanted to scream out my frustration and anger: anger at my wife, anger at Steve, but most of all anger at myself for getting into this situation.

It went quiet and stayed that way for some time; I thought they had probably gone to sleep.

But then I jumped at the sound of movement though the monitor, seconds later the door opened and Beth entered.

She wore only a black lace negligee and silver grey satin panties. She had the look I had seen many times before: the satisfied glow of having been recently fucked.

She sat beside me and stroked my forehead as though I were a pet.

"You're going to lick me now, make me cum. I want you to clean me with your mouth, take out all of that nasty stuff Steve put inside of me," she explained.

Standing up she eased her panties down and off her legs, and then laid them over my face.

They were damp and I could smell her sex on them. And despite my disgust at what she wanted me to do, I groaned as I felt my penis begin to harden.

She climbed on top of me and knelt astride my chest, she leaned forward to release my gag, and I could see her hard nipples just inches from my face.

"Do what I say now, don't forget I have Mr. Shocker, and I could always invite Steve in to watch," her threats were real: she was leaving me little choice but to obey.

As the ball was pulled from my mouth I tried to say something, anything, but my jaw wouldn't work, I lay with my mouth gapping like an imbecile, saliva running down my chin.

I had no time to worry about any of this anyway, as Beth scooted forward and settled her pussy over my mouth.

My first instinct was to struggle, but my better sense prevailed. I knew I had no option, so I pushed my tongue forward and started on my task.

Normally I loved giving Beth oral sex. I could often keep it up until she had multiple orgasms and she was forced to beg me to stop.

But the knowledge of whose cock had been there, and what secretions I might be swallowing made me nauseous.

Even so I worked hard and soon even my jaw stopped hurting, and I found myself licking and sucking enthusiastically.

Beth encouraged me by pulling my face into her by my hair, and pinching and twisting my nipples whenever she thought I was slacking.

I felt like a toy, being used for her enjoyment.

She took such a long time to climax, I can only guess it was because of the orgasms she had already had with Steve.

My jaw and tongue were aching, and she was constantly torturing my nipples. But I fought the pain and discomfort, and willed myself to continue.

I had to fight and will myself to keep going

When she did eventually orgasm she ground herself down hard on my face.

I sucked avidly on her pussy, flicking her clit firmly with my tongue, willing her to cum.

My mouth and nose were covered with her flesh, I couldn't breathe. But it seemed that, to her, my feelings didn't matter.

Just when I thought I could last no longer, she grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me into her, forcing herself against my mouth, filling me with her juices, and those left there by Steve.

Beth lay on top of me for some time as she recovered. I think she actually fell asleep, which was hardly surprising given the night she had had

I shifted a bit and she awoke and lifted herself up. She kissed me passionately on the mouth, and as she climbed off the bed she picked up the gag.

"No, please Beth, don't?" I was so very tired and feeling weak; I really didn't think I could take a night with that ball in my mouth.

"If you promise not to make a noise or speak out of turn I'll leave it out," she said.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. And without another word Beth left me alone, turning the light off as she went.


Part 2 (added: 2013/11/29)

I woke at eight o'clock on Saturday morning. My arms and legs were numb, my face felt stiff from all the dried juices covering it and my mouth tasted like a footballers jockstrap, and I needed to piss badly. I recalled what had happened the night before and it was only then that my mind registered the pain in my penis. As with most mornings I had awoken with an erection, this morning though, it had nowhere to go and I was once more reminded of my predicament. I waited a half hour and just as I thought that I would be forced to piss myself I heard voices through the monitor. But it was still some long minutes before Beth came to me "God Beth please? I need the toilet," I burst out as soon as she entered the room.

She just stared at me for a moment with a blank expression, she then released me with the air of someone doing a boring chore such as the washing up, she didn't speak to me, she appeared to be emotionless, as though I no longer mattered to her. When my hands were free I briefly thought about making a grab for her, but after over twelve hours tied to the bed unable to move I had trouble just standing. My arms and legs were numb and weak, and any thoughts of escape were soon dispelled. A three year old armed with a limp lettuce could have overpowered me at that moment. Beth helped me to the bathroom, and with my lack of strength I had to sit on the pan like a woman. I tried to think of something to say that would ease the situation but she spoke first.

"I don't really want to watch you on the toilet so I'll leave you alone. Just remember who is in control though," she told me, holding up the remote for emphasis "I'll be downstairs if you need me," she walked away before I could answer.

After relieving myself I managed to stumble to the shower. I sat on the floor and allowed the hot water to wash away the stiffness from my limbs. Once I had dried myself and brushed my teeth I felt almost human again, though I was still tired and I ached all over. The worst thing though was my penis. I was locked in this fucking tube and despite what Beth had done with Steve (or maybe because of what she had done, I don't know, I was so confused,) I kept getting an erection. After I dressed I thought it best to wait in the bedroom: I didn't know if Steve was still there and I didn't want to face him just then. Also - and I didn't want to admit it even to myself, I was frightened of what Beth might do if I upset her.

"We need to talk," Beth said as she sat on the chair next to her dressing table, it was late morning and she was looking through the things there as though she didn't recognize them and she seemed to take a long time to think of what she wanted to say. I sat with my back against the headboard, my arms draped across my raised knees. We both wore blue jeans; Beth's were a much tighter fit and looked a whole lot better than mine. She also had a white T shirt pulled tight and tucked into her waistband. She wore make up which was unusual, it was something she only normally did when she was going out. She also looked happy, abnormally so, I liked to see her happy but not under these circumstances, and the happier she was the more miserable I felt.

"Steve's gone home to get some things, he'll be staying here for the weekend," she told me.

"It doesn't make it right," I said, not attempting to hide the bitterness in my voice.

"What?" a look of confusion crossed her face.

"I know what I did with Gina was wrong but it doesn't mean what you're doing now is right."

She looked puzzled by my remark and actually shook her head to refocus "It's not about right and wrong, it's about payback. You really hurt me, I vowed never to be hurt again," she certainly wasn't looking happy now. Beth had been married before she met me, her husband had been a serial cheat and she had taken it very hard. I knew all this and the knowledge made me feel even guiltier. She continued "I'm not going to be seen as weak again, you of all people should know that. Now as I said, Steve will be staying the weekend. You yourself won't be leaving the house, and you'll wear your little tube until Monday morning whatever happens. Until then you'll obey us and do everything we say. In effect you'll be our slave."

"That's fucking ridiculous, you can't do this," I began to lose my cool and sat up straight on the bed, I was going to stop this right now, but before I could move any further she pointed the remote control at me as though it were a gun, I remembered the pain it promised and slumped back on the bed.

"On Monday you have a choice: we can carry on with this set up, you wear your tube and obey me and we see where it takes us, or if you feel you can't do that you can leave, we can divorce if that's the case. The ball will be in your court."

"But I don't want a divorce," I protested.

"Neither do I, but those are my terms, I'm not going to negotiate," she looked away, appearing uncertain again and I wondered if there was some hope for me, but she quickly stood up and walked to the door "You can stay up here or come downstairs, it's up to you. Just remember you have to do exactly what I say until Monday. "

"What have you told him about me?" I asked. I couldn't bring myself to say his name.

She stopped at the door and thought for a few seconds "I let him believe that we're swingers, that you like to have other men fuck me," she turned to go then spoke again "but, if he decides to take advantage of the situation I want you to show him every respect and do what he says. Oh, and I've hidden your phone so don't think you can call anyone either," she closed the door as she left.

I had certainly been given a lot to think about. I could kick Steve out without a doubt, but Beth had that damn control and she had already proved that she was willing to use it. I knew I could take it from her if I surprised her but what good would that do me? She would never tell me the code and I would just be making things worse for myself. I even thought about calling for help from the window but I didn't want to have anybody else involved, and certainly not the police. I just had to accept that I was trapped in this situation until Monday. Somehow I had to survive two days of seeing my wife being fucked by another man, after that? Well, I wasn't sure. Could I carry on like this indefinitely? I knew I couldn't, but the thought of losing her was even worse. Even after the things she had done I still loved her, after all I was the one at fault first. I prayed she would change her mind before Monday; maybe we could forgive each other and start over. But deep down I knew things weren't going to be that easy. And I couldn't stop thinking about how she had referred to her and Steve as "us," as though they were in on this together.

The need for food more than anything made me leave the bedroom. I found Beth sitting on the patio reading a magazine, I tried to keep things on a normal setting, she accepted my offer of coffee and toast and we sat and chatted for a while. It was most strange: neither of us mentioning the situation we had found ourselves in. Then Steve dropped a large holdall on the floor with a bang, the noise took me by surprise and I jumped slightly, he had let himself in through the front door: Beth must have given him a key and I found this particularly upsetting.

"Hi ya bud," he said clapping me on the back as he passed by. He went to where Beth was now standing; she was looking at some of her plants. He kissed her on the mouth while he felt her arse, she kissed him back and they both looked at me to judge my reaction: I was fuming inside but I kept my head down, reading my newspaper, pretending I hadn't noticed. I knew that if I let my true feelings show I would have killed them both.

"John, be a darling and take Steve's bag upstairs would you? Put it in the main bedroom, I think we`ll sleep there tonight," Beth said, she had made it sound like a request but I knew it was a command. I didn't answer; I didn't trust myself to keep my temper so I stood up and grabbed the bag.

"Hey bud, unpack the clothes as well, I don't want them creased," Steve called out as I started up the stairs.

I moved some of my stuff into our third bedroom: I couldn't bring myself to sleep in the room where Steve had fucked Beth. It was bare with only a bed and chest of drawers, but I thought I could put up with it for two nights. While drinking coffee with Beth I had thought that maybe our problems could be resolved, but after just one minute of seeing her with the slimy bastard I knew that come Monday, once I was free of this cage things might turn nasty. So I made up the bed for myself and unpacked the holdall. I took my time: delaying the moment I would have to go back downstairs and see them together. When I did rejoin them they were sitting close and talking quietly. They stopped as I entered the room; I guessed they had been talking about me. Steve gave a knowing smile and I wondered what Beth had said to him.

The three of us virtually ignored one another for the next hour and I went into the kitchen to make myself more coffee, feeling smug that I hadn't offered them any. When Steve went to use the bathroom Beth spoke quietly to me "Tonight, after dinner I want you to beg Steve to let you watch him fuck me."

"Christ no Beth, please not that, don't?" I pleaded, my first reaction was to grab her and shake some sense into her, I was finding it harder to hold my temper, but I managed to stay in control.

"You can beg him to fuck my arse too,"

"Shit no, I'm not doing that, I can't." I had my voice raised now.

"I told you, you will do everything I say," She hissed "now every time you complain I'm going to add something. So far you have to beg him to fuck my arse while you watch; now you're going to beg to lick me clean after he's done it. If you would like to suck his cock clean as well just keep complaining," I had never seen her like this; it was as though she were growing angrier at me. This whole thing seemed so completely out of character for her. I knew I was beaten , I could see I would only make things worse by arguing so I nodded in agreement and kept quiet. As she turned and walked away I began to wonder how much of this was actually her idea and how much had come from the slimy bastard

As the afternoon passed Steve missed no opportunity to grope my wife and she seemed happy to let him, in fact they were more like teenage lovers than mature adults. I had to watch in impotent rage dreading what I knew I had to do later. I no longer harboured any hope of Beth and I working through this, I couldn't see any way out of it, I would try to make it through the weekend then once I was free of the damned tube I was determined there would be payback.

The evening was worse than I feared. Once dinner was over Beth went upstairs to change, giving me a nod as she went. Steve and I were sipping after dinner brandy "Erm, Steve, I er, I want to ask you a favour?" I said.

"Sure man, I like doing you favours," he sounded so cock sure and smug. I wanted to rip his face off.

"Yeah well....Look, we both know you're going to fuck Beth again tonight. And the thing is it's, well I want to watch you fuck her arse." I was looking at the floor in humiliation; I couldn't bear to see his mocking eyes.

"Well I don't know really. It's one thing fucking her for you, and I do love taking her in the arse but I'm not sure about having an audience," he surprised me with his reticence; I thought he would jump at the chance of seeing me shamed. But then I saw the smirk on his face and I realized he was enjoying himself and he just wanted me to squirm some more. It was at that moment that I really felt sure that they were in this together; he hadn't, after all shown any surprise at my request. And then I recalled Beth's words to me "I want you to beg," she had said, I knew then that this had all been planned, they literally did want me to beg. I looked toward the door, I couldn't see Beth but I was sure she was somewhere nearby, listening to every word.

I realised that the way things were I had little choice so I swallowed my pride and my anger and I begged "Please Steve, please let me watch you fuck Beth's arse? I'll agree to anything you want, I'll do whatever you tell me. I'm begging you, please?" I was pathetic and I didn't think I could humiliate myself any further.

"Well, since you asked me so nicely I might let you, but you'll have to do it the way I want."

"How do you mean?" I asked. He was smiling now, almost laughing at my predicament.

"You'll see. Who knows, it might be fun, well, for some of us," before I could reply Beth returned, again she looked stunning. She wore just a black lacy bra and panties and thigh high hold up stockings beneath a filmy black negligee. She had again made her face and hair stylish and sexy. I thought bitterly how she rarely made such an effort for me. "Hi ya babe, come on over here," Steve beckoned her to him. Beth sat on his lap, draping an arm around his neck, she kissed his mouth and giggled as he pulled loose the sash at her waist and made a show of cupping her breast.

"What have you boys been doing then?" She asked looking at me.

"Oh, just discussing the arrangements for the evening," Steve said.

"Am I involved?" She asked.

"Babe, you're the main attraction," they kissed again, this time more passionately. I could see Beth stealing glances at me, I tried to pretend it wasn't happening "Jonny boy, why don't you fetch one of those dining chairs," Steve told me. They watched as I obeyed and he had me place it in the corner of the room "now strip and sit down," he said.

"Wh...what?" I stammered.

"You heard me. You want to watch us get naked so you strip too." I looked at Beth for support but she just smiled "Come on you fucking pansy, I already know about your little cock cage. Now do as you're fucking told so I can fuck this bitch arse."

That did it, I wasn't taking any more. My patience finally snapped and I jumped to my feet and rushed across the room to punch the slimy bastard. I made it about halfway before I collapsed to the floor and rolled around in agony. I grasped my crotch as the now familiar pain roared through me. I looked up through tear filled eyes at Steve and Beth as they stood over me.

"Zap him again," Steve said. Beth's face showed no emotion as she deliberately pointed the remote control at me. I tried to speak, to plead for mercy but all I could do was watch in terror. I experienced a long moment of the most terrible pain imaginable before blessedly passing out.

I came around to find myself tied to the chair, I was naked. My hands were pulled behind the back of the chair and secured with handcuffs and rope; my ankles were tied to the rear legs causing me to painfully arch my back. Drool ran from my mouth due to a ring gag strapped tightly in place. At first I couldn't see either Beth or Steve. I didn't know how long I had been out but the memory of the pain was fresh in my mind. I guessed the remote had been turned up a notch or two and I also guessed it hadn't been Beth's decision; Steve seemed to be the one giving the orders now.

I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders, they slid down to my chest, I recognized them as Beth's as she gripped my nipples and pinched hard. I moaned at the pain while she pulled and twisted, she stopped and I then moaned some more as she carefully clipped three clothes pins to each of my nipples. They were a burning hurt and I squealed as she amused herself by cruelly flicking the pins with her fingers. There was no reason for her to do this other than to make me suffer some more.

"Okay babe that's enough, come over here I'm waiting," I heard Steve's voice, and I noticed him in the shadow off to my left, he was slouching in an armchair. He was naked and slowly stroked his erect cock. I'm not a small man in any department but I was dwarfed by him: his cock was at least four inches longer than mine and I now thought I understood why Beth was so happy to be fucked by him. Leaving the pins quivering she moved from behind me and crossed to him, she was now naked apart from just her hold ups and despite everything I couldn't help admiring her hot body and swaying arse. There was the distinctive smell of sex in the air; they had clearly already been intimate while I had been unconscious. Beth climbed on top of Steve and with a look of pure ecstasy she slowly impaled herself on his monster penis. She settled herself for a while then steadily began sliding her pussy up and down his shaft. Steve gripped her breasts and mauled the soft flesh, he used his grip to dictate the pace, a few times he would stop her to suck and chew on her nipples, and Beth groaned in delight at whatever he did, it was clear that she was oblivious to everything apart from her own pleasure.

After a while and a lot of thrusting and humping Steve lifted Beth off his cock and pushed her to the floor. He knelt down behind her and pulled her to her hands and knees. She was like a puppet as he positioned her so that her legs were spread wide, lewdly displaying her pussy and arse. He pushed four fingers into her well stretched pussy and roughly sawed them back and forth. Beth gasped for breath and pushed her hips hard back against his hand. After a couple of minutes he pulled his hand away and wiped the wetness from her pussy over her spread arse, pushing first one then two fingers deep inside. He shuffled forward on his knees and positioned his cock between her spread cheeks. Beth's head hung down, her hair hanging like a red curtain over her face. Steve stared at me as he slowly pushed himself into my wife. He went the length of his cock in one long thrust. I thought it must hurt her and indeed her face screwed up in pain but she only emitted a guttural moan, but it was more a sound of pleasure. I couldn't tear my eyes away; I was transfixed by the sight of that monster cock moving in and out of Beth's arse. My nipples hurt, my back and shoulders hurt, I imagined I could still feel the pain from being shocked. And now I had another hurt as my cock strained against its prison. Even with the hatred I felt at that moment, the sight before me was giving me a huge erection.

He gripped her hips, pulling her onto him, each thrust going deep. Beth's head jerked back and she grunted every time he pushed forward. Suddenly, as if in panic he pulled out, Beth groaned in obvious disappointment "no please don't stop? Put it back," she gasped, instead he held his cock and jetted sperm over her arse and lower back. Beth's right hand rubbed frantically at her pussy trying to achieve the climax she so desperately wanted. Steve slapped her arse and using her kneeling form to support himself he stood up. He walked around behind me and holding my shoulders he pulled me backwards, tipping me and the chair over and laying me on my back, I groaned out loud as my arms were trapped and crushed beneath me. He then pulled Beth roughly to her feet, and she reluctantly stopped her masturbating as he dragged her over to where I lay. At his command she stood astride me and dropped to her knees, she used both hands to pull apart her labia, and with an expression of animalistic lust she lowered herself and smothered my face with her pussy.

"Clean her up pansy," Steve ordered, kicking me in the ribs for emphasis. Going down on my wife was something I usually loved to do but not this time, but as I had no choice in the matter I thought it best to get it done as quickly as possible. I pushed my tongue into Beth's hot, wet pussy, licking as fast as I could between precious breaths. Her crotch slid over my mouth and nose presenting first her pussy then her arse to be licked clean. My mouth became flooded and having no other option I gulped down Beth`s juices and Steve`s cum. I could hear her groaning in pleasure and I thought it was from my ministrations, but when I was finally allowed up for air I could see Steve standing in front of her with his cock buried in her throat. From the sounds she was making it was obvious she loved every bit of it. Damp flesh again covered my face as Beth pushed down once more; I dutifully pushed my tongue through the ring gag and licked, the slurping and gurgling noises I heard told me that she continued to suck his cock.

My jaw was aching and I was struggling to breathe. Suddenly Beth lifted herself from my face and I could see her pumping her mouth up and down on Steve's shaft, she held the base of his cock with one hand, rubbing him fast. His body stiffened and he tried to force the whole length of his penis into her mouth. It was obvious he had cum in her mouth. He withdrew and pulled up and guided by the slimy bastard she knelt beside my prone body "go on do it," he said. Beth had her mouth closed and a vacant expression as she leant over me, she clasped my face between her hands and as she looked down at me she parted her lips, a stream of cum ran from her mouth through the rubber lined ring and into my defenseless mouth. She used her tongue and cheeks to swill up the final dregs and dribbled her spit and cum into me. I was trying to stop myself from throwing up and attempting to push the odious substance from my mouth with my tongue when Steve knelt on the other side of me.

"You know what to do," he told her. As I watched helplessly I bizarrely thought how small her hand looked as she wrapped her fingers around his still erect cock. With her other hand she lifted my head to guide his penis through the ring gag so I was forced to clean him as well. His huge cock filled my mouth and I was left with no option but to swallow his cum. Steve gripped my hair and eased my head up and down his shaft. As my mouth was slowly fucked I turned my pleading eyes towards Beth hoping for some sign of pity. Instead she squeezed her breast with one hand while burrying the fingers of her other in her pussy, she was watching my debasement with the same vacant stare and I noticed the slack jaw and glassy look in her eyes. For the first time I wondered whether Steve had given my wife something other than his massive cock?

"He doesn't look very happy," Steve said. He lay on his back on our bed with his body propped up on his elbows, Beth was kneeling between his spread legs trying to work the length of his cock into her mouth, I watched from my position on the floor, they had brought me up into the master bedroom with my hands still cuffed behind me and the ring gag in place. Steve ordered me to sit against the wall and pushed me down, he told Beth to fetch some rope and she scuttled off down the stairs. When she returned she followed his instructions and tied the rope around my neck and to the wardrobe door, her wet panties were pushed into my open mouth. On the bed she turned her face to me but Steve wound his fingers into her hair pulling her further onto him. She gagged and tried to pull away but he held firm " you don't get to stop until you take it all, I want to feel your lips against my balls," gurgling sounds came from my wife's stuffed mouth and he looked at me with a triumphant smirk.

Steve fucked Beth for around two hours making me watch every move as he took her in every position imaginable, he used all of her holes in every way and she loved every second. He had amazing stamina and despite the many times he came he kept his erection throughout: I could only surmise that he had taken a little blue pill beforehand. He also ensured he withdrew whenever he came so I could watch him spraying Beth with his sperm, he eventually used up all of his sperm and actually apologized to me when he had a dry climax.

As Beth lay too exhausted to move Steve took me to the spare room and pushed me inside. He tied the rope around my neck to the radiator and locked the door when he left. I briefly considered whether I would have a chance to escape, but with Beth still holding the remote and me still cuffed there was nothing I could do, so I laid on the floor drifting into an uneasy sleep, feeling sorry for myself and dreaming of revenge.

There is only so much a person can take before they say enough is enough. That's how I felt when the squeals and laughter from my wife woke me the next morning. They left me alone but I could hear Beth enjoying herself with another man knowing all the while that I was suffering in solitude. I considered that one day of this was more than enough revenge for what I'd done, and now as I sat simmering impotently I knew there was no way back for us.


Part 3 (added: 2014/01/23)

So many scenarios ran through my head; in each the slimy bastard came to a very painful end. But with Beth I tried to be more creative, something more fitting. I think I was angrier with her; after all she professed to love me, so what if I cheated? What she was doing had gone way beyond revenge. Yes I would make her pay, but try as I might I found it hard to imagine myself hurting her. Despite everything she was my wife and a part of me still loved her and wanted to give her every chance, if I could just get her alone and talk to her maybe we could work something out that didn't involve killing each other? But then I thought again of my situation and what she was doing at that very moment with the slimy bastard, I clenched my fists and punched the wall in anger and frustration, and I felt like I wanted to rip her face off.

Beth's story.

"Thanks babe," Steve said as Beth toped up his coffee, he sat at the kitchen table reading the morning paper, he wore one of John's dressing gowns, Beth was naked, she would wear clothes only outside of the house now or when Steve wanted her in something sexy "I want you available at all times," he had told her earlier after a morning bout of sweaty sex.

"What about John?" she asked.

"What about him?"

"We can't just leave him chained to the radiator."

Steve tossed the newspaper onto the table and pulled her onto his lap "he'll be okay, he has to learn the way things are now," he held his coffee in one hand while the other cupped her breast, his thumb circling the nipple "It's you and me now babe, together, when he accepts that and realises how he hurt you, maybe then you can start to forgive him. Until then you have to be the one in control."

Beth didn't feel like she was in control, but of course Steve was right, he was always right. She briefly wondered how John was doing, was he regretting what he did? Was he feeling truly sorry yet? But then Steve pushed his fingers deep into her pussy and thoughts of her husband vanished.

"Hundreds of channels to choose from and nothing but shit on TV," Steve complained, he clicked the remote control repeatedly in an attempt to find something interesting to watch "Anyway it's about time you got yourself ready, Georgia's expecting you at one," he gave Beth a nudge and she grunted lazily in reply.

It was almost noon and she was lying snuggled up to him on the settee. Her fingers stroked softly over his balls and along his cock which for once wasn't erect. She wondered if she could get him to fuck her again, not because she was desperate for sex - though she did seem to want it more and more as each day passed - but she would prefer to spend the afternoon being pleasured by Steve's member than with some complete stranger, she hated having to do that, she always felt so dirty and disgusted with herself, but then she would often feel a little dirty after sex with Steve, she was not averse to experimentation but he was up for anything and when he thought of something they just had to do it no matter how disgusting. Two months ago she couldn't have imagined herself doing some of the things she had done; licking his arse, eating cum from the floor, licking clean his cock after anal sex amongst others, and that didn't include the things she found herself doing with his "contacts."

Receiving a more insistent nudge Beth slipped off the settee and padded to the bedroom to get dressed. As she passed the door to the small bedroom she paused and pictured John sitting alone inside, occasionally she had times, like this, when she managed to think about things a little more clearly and she wondered how it had all come to this; How the man she loved was cuffed naked while she was preparing to do the bidding of a man she didn't even really like. She moved on to her room and sat at her dressing table. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and thought back to just a few short weeks ago.

When she had first seen the two seat sports convertible, Beth thought it was just the type of car that Steve would drive. With his designer suits and flashy jewellery she thought `Oh yes, that's what he is; flash, a flash Harry, that's what my mother would call him.'

"Hi ya babe," he had greeted her as she got into the car. She hated that he called her babe, there were actually a lot of things she hated about Steve but there was also something else, something she couldn't seem to resist, it was as though he only had to say the word and she was putty in his hands, doing anything he suggested. He leaned across to kiss her cheek, "how long do you have?" he asked.

"I told John I was meeting a friend and just having a couple of drinks," she felt so guilty about what she was doing, but she told herself that she hadn't lied, not really, she'd just embroidered the truth a little.

"Well let's get you started now," he'd said handing her a small hip flask. She took a sip, gin and tonic? But with a slightly strange taste, she passed it back to Steve "no, it's all yours, I'm driving anyway, drink it up," he told her,

Shrugging, she'd tipped the flask to her lips and drank slowly hoping not to get too drunk, but it was only a small flask and who knows; the alcohol might even help her to feel better about her deceit.

She really hadn't intended to cheat on John, but once she started she couldn't seem to stop, and with Steve's help she'd also convinced herself that it was John's fault anyway; When Steve had arrived as her new department manager he had flirted with every woman there. Beth had considered him a bit of a joke and managed to palm him off just as all the other girls had. But John hated him and the way he openly tried to seduce any female whether she was free or not. In fact she had had to stop John from assaulting Steve on more than one occasion. The thing was, Beth would never have taken any notice of Steve if John hadn't obsessed about him. But he kept on warning her not to have anything to do with the "slimy bastard" and she had grown tired of it, so tired that after arguing about it once too often she had, out of spite, deliberately flirted with him. And when she had shown just a tiny bit of interest, Steve, like the predator he was went in for the kill.

She still didn't know how it had happened, it was during an after work party, Beth was talking and laughing with some friends when Steve handed her a drink, the rest of the evening became a muddle in her memory: She was talking to her friends, she was talking to Steve, he was sitting close to her, he had his arm around her shoulder, they were dancing together, they were dancing close. He told her that she was the sexiest woman there and she didn't resist when he kissed her. How she came to be lying over his desk, half naked, pulling him into her she would never know.

After that first time Steve seemed to have eyes only for her, she told herself and she told him that it was all a mistake, a one off, that she must have been drunk. But two days later, and against her better judgement she was persuaded to join him for coffee, just coffee he promised. An hour later they were in a sleazy hotel, grappling naked on stained sheets. And then the following day she was bent over her desk, her panties around her knees while he pumped into her from behind. He pulled out when he came so he could watch himself ejaculating onto her bottom. That was also the first time she had used her mouth to clean him, something that would normally turn her stomach.

She was pulled from her reverie by Steve steering the car into a wooded picnic area on the edge of town. It was growing dark but she could see three other cars spaced about the clearing. Steve parked in a deserted corner and immediately pulled her toward him. Beth felt uneasy and tried to pull away but he held tight.

"Just relax babe, you'll enjoy this. You said that you'd like to try it, remember?"

Beth didn't remember at all, but perhaps she did say it, she was forgetting a lot of things lately, and if Steve said it was so it must be true. Besides she was beginning to feel horny again, very horny, and this time when Steve reached between her thighs she didn't resist. She gasped quietly when he stroked her clit and as she settled back against his chest a random thought went through her mind "why can't we just do this in bed for once?"

Despite her reservations and with Steve's attentions Beth was soon lost in a fog of lust, her head was thrown back against the seat and his fingers were buried deep in her pussy. She turned her head slightly and her eyes fluttered open. Suddenly she screamed in shock and sat bolt upright, a grinning male face, no more than two feet away was looking down at her.

"Its okay babe, just go with it," Steve whispered. She looked round at him and saw that he was serious; he wanted them to put on a show, he grinned and pulled her back against him, dragging her skirt up to expose her sex "be nice; it'll be fun, just be nice and enjoy it," He said.

Beth stared at the stranger and he stared back taking in her exposure and licking his lips, her shock turned to arousal as she watched his hand begin massaging his obvious erection through the material of his trousers. Steve, with his hand buried in Beth's crotch dragged her across the seat onto his lap, she knew what he intended and with his help she raised herself and slowly sank back down. She locked eyes with the stranger, sighing in pleasure as Steve's penis entered her. She gripped the steering wheel for leverage and moved her hips as much as the confines of the small car would allow. As she eased up and down on his cock Steve took her wrist and moved her hand toward the stranger.

"Go on babe, do it, be nice," he whispered into her ear.

Beth was too aroused by the cock moving inside her and the fingers massaging her clit to worry about what Steve wanted her to do, but his words rang in her head "be nice," and her fingers automatically curled around the strangers penis, she also allowed the hand on the back of her head to guide her mouth onto the man's cock.

"It's nice to be nice!" an old saying that her grandmother used popped into her head and she had to choke back a giggle, the air was chill on her exposed body but she was so hot and it was true; It was nice, nice to feel Steve's huge cock inside her, nice that she had another to suck, nice that they liked her "just be nice," she told herself "and they'll be nice to you."

There were murmurings of conversation and she heard Steve chuckle, other people were there now, watching, touching. She couldn't see them as her face was held against the man's belly, his penis deep in her throat, but she knew they were there and she could feel their hands. Again her wrist was taken and she touched another cock and without thinking she gripped it and began stroking. Her hand moving in time with her mouth, working both men's cocks as she rocked back and forth on Steve's lap. Hands kneaded her breasts; fingers pinched and twisted her nipples. She didn't know how many men were there and she no longer cared, her only thought now was her rapidly approaching orgasm.

The penis in her mouth seemed to grow and pulse, hands gripped her head as hot jets of sperm filled her throat and she almost choked. With a struggle she pulled her mouth free from the cock, saliva and cum ran over her lips and dripped onto her naked breasts. As if in synchronization the penis in her hand shot forth its own load, and strands of the gooey substance blinded her eyes and matted her hair, she tried to wipe it away but only succeeded in smearing it further across her face. The voices of the men around her became more confident and subconsciously she guessed there were at least four others beside Steve.

Many hands were groping her body, Steve still filled her and she desperately wanted her own climax as she ran a finger through the sperm on her chin and frantically rubbed it into her clit.

She was in frenzy, bouncing wildly on Steve's cock, neither caring what she looked like nor who was watching. Suddenly he gripped her hips and held her firmly against himself, he stiffened and tensed and Beth groaned in delight as she felt his hot seed fill her insides. He anchored her there for a few seconds then pushed her back into her own seat. With mutterings of encouragement from her audience Beth pushed both of her hands into her crotch in an effort to quell the fire between her thighs; she laid back with her legs splayed lewdly, the fingers of her right hand deep inside herself while the left madly rubbed her clitoris.

Beth climaxed, long and loud. Two of those watching actually cheered her orgasm and as her mind and body gradually calmed down she became semi aware of her surroundings, the men watching her, the way her body was exposed and she felt suddenly ashamed, ashamed of what she had done and ashamed of how she had reacted.

"Please Steve I want to go home," she said, now looking nervously at the men around her.

Steve turned his head to one man in particular, he was standing alone holding a digital camera, and he grinned and nodded slightly.

Steve smiled back in acknowledgement "Okay babe, I think we're just about done here anyway," he straightened his clothes and starting the car he pulled away trying his best not to laugh out loud.

Two months passed, two months of sometimes exciting but mostly degrading sex and feelings of guilt, and whenever she was away from Steve Beth wondered just what she was doing. Time after time she tried to finish it, but each time Steve would talk to her, calmly explaining why they were perfect for each other, and each time it somehow made sense and she would find herself agreeing to whatever he said.

Then, just when she thought she had the will to tell him "no more" he told her about John's cheating. She was stunned of course and refused to believe him, but he showed her photos, pictures of her husband with some young slut. She was angry and wanted to confront John. But Steve said he had a better idea, a way to get payback, and also teach her husband to never stray again.

"If he's as kinky as you say he'll probably enjoy it."

"I don't know Steve, What if it hurts him? What if he stops me?" It was Friday, late afternoon; Beth sat at her desk, her phone in one hand, the other down the front of her panties, her middle finger slowly circling her throbbing clitoris. Steve was in town supposedly at a meeting, but she knew he was skipping off somewhere, leaving her to cover for him. She couldn't complain, he'd already explained how he was doing it for her as well, how her career and even her marriage would benefit. And even though she kept telling herself enough was enough, to have no more to do with him, he would talk to her, explain how it all made sense and how right it was and she would eventually agree. Although she was often so puzzled she didn't really understand just what she was agreeing to.

"I'm sure you'll think of something, I've seen you in action babe, he'll be putty in your hands." he told her.

"Well okay, if you're sure this will work? I only want to keep him from cheating again," she looked once more at the strange device Steve had left on her desk, all she had to do was get John to wear it and persuade him to make the phone call, Steve said he would take care of everything else. Then with her husband not only under her control but actually arranging for her to sleep with Steve there would no more need to hide her affair, and at the same time he would be kept on the straight and narrow. That was what Steve had told her. Beth could think of a hundred holes in his plan, but as always, he explained things in such a convoluted way she was compelled to agree, he even had her almost believing the whole thing was her own idea.

"Can I stop touching myself now?" she asked him. And she looked around the empty office in case someone had entered without her knowledge.

"No, in fact you can get your tits out as well."

"I...I can't, What if someone comes in? What if they see me?"

"Just do as you're told, you wouldn't want me to use the cane again would you?" he threatened "And film it on your phone and send it to me, I've arranged another appointment for you on Sunday, they'll probably appreciate a few pictures,"

The call ended before Beth could say anything more, she sat unmoving for a few seconds then scanned the office again before undoing the buttons on her shirt, she pulled the sides apart exposing her breasts, she had no bra to worry about; Steve had long since convinced her that she didn't need one. Holding her phone high she smiled artificially as she recorded her shame. She sent off the pictures and wondered if she should cover herself, she thought about phoning Steve for his permission but told herself that she was a free woman and didn't live by his rules. But she remembered the punishment game they had played, how he had gotten carried away, how much it had hurt and how he had enjoyed it. So she sighed and resumed playing with her pussy, praying that nobody would come in and see her.

Three hours later Beth poured herself another glass of wine and sat back in her chair, she was in her kitchen, John would be home soon and she went over the plan once again in her mind hoping she could pull it off; would John suspect something? What if he didn't want to play? No, he always wanted to play; they were good together that way. She smiled at the thought, remembering some of their games and how excited they both became.

But then like a warning sign the images of John with that slut appeared in her mind. How could he? He would deny it of course, so it was just as well that Steve had those pictures. How he had gotten them she didn't know but he promised he only wanted to protect her, to help her. John called him 'that slimy bastard' and in all honesty she could understand why; Steve was not really a very nice person, but he said he could be trusted and would always look after her, she had to believe him, believe that he would be there for her, because God knows she needed someone now!

She cooked dinner, nothing special, after all Steve had promised her a nice meal later. But with that thought a wave of guilt swept over her and she felt like crying but she steeled herself and bit back the tears. She thought again about Steve's words, that he had another appointment for her; this was the one thing she hated, she didn't know who it would be with nor even how many, but she knew what they would want. She felt like a prostitute, she had tried telling Steve but he explained how these were people who could help him advance in business, and if he succeeded he would ensure that she did too. Besides, he said, nobody forced her to do anything she didn't want to, which was true, but it was as though it was expected of her and God knows why but somehow she just couldn't seem to say no, even though she always felt cheap and dirty afterwards. Then there were the thick sealed envelopes they gave her for Steve, she didn't know what was in them and she didn't dare to look. Also she had never seen any of the men visit the office, but if she were truthful she hoped she never did, they didn't exactly treat her with respect. The first time was the worst, or was it? Maybe she was just becoming hardened to it and she shuddered with the memory.

Beth looked again at the address scrawled on the scrap of paper, yes; this was the place, an ordinary looking house on an ordinary looking street. Swallowing nervously she started up the path toward the door where she was greeted by two men, both of them cast from the same mould as Steve; brash, flash and so sure of themselves, another man sat waiting in the lounge, he was a few years older with thinning hair and a noticeable paunch. Beth guessed from the way the others deferred to him that he was the one in a superior position. There were no niceties, no pleased to meet you or how are you. Beth was there for one reason only; they knew it and she very soon found out.

Rob, the youngest of the three handed her a glass of wine and encouraged her to drink "it's okay, one glass won't hurt, Steve supplied it, he said it was your favourite,"

She sipped from the offered glass gratefully as Rob wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her to a large settee. She was nervous and drank the wine quickly, they complimented her and soon she was feeling more comfortable. Clive, the older one, unzipped her dress and she thought she should say something but she recalled Steve's words "be nice to them babe, this is important to me, make them happy and you make me happy," and anyway it was kind of sexy.

Beth lay back into the settee as they undressed her, though she knew it was wrong she didn't fight or protest, it was as though it was happening to someone else and she was a spectator. She raised the glass to her lips only to find it empty; 'strange, I don't remember drinking it,' then another glass appeared in front of her and she accepted it without thinking.

"What happened to my dress" she wasn't sure whether she had actually spoken or not. She was looking down at herself; she was now wearing just her black panties and hold up stockings. Her legs were splayed apart and a large hand - not hers - was pushing beneath the waistband of her knickers, more hands were on her breasts, squeezing, and lips were sucking her nipples. She gasped and slid down on the sofa when fingers slid into her pussy. She went to take another drink but she no longer held her glass, instead her slim fingers were holding an erect penis.

Though Beth knew that she hadn't agreed to this she didn't resist, it was so much easier to just go along, besides It was quite nice in a naughty sort of way and she was only doing what Steve wanted her to do, but then perhaps she had agreed that it was a good idea, at least she thought she must have, it was all so hard to keep track sometimes, she wasn't even sure why she came here anymore.

She gasped and she was brought back to awareness by a cock easing into her pussy, she was laying with her back on the sofa and her arse hanging over the edge, her legs were being held wide apart by Clive who was steadily fucking her. Her panties were gone and he was using his thumb to massage her clit. She wondered if she should stop him but it felt so good and she was also distracted by a penis pressing against her lips, Jack, the last of the three pushed his cock into her mouth as her lips parted automatically. He thrust forward making her gag, she tried to pull away but he wound his fingers into her hair and held her firm.

"Suck it slut, we're paying good money for this so if you know what's good for you you'll do as you're told," It was Jack's voice that she heard and she wondered what he meant, but then she screamed around his cock filling her mouth as teeth clamped down on her nipple.

"Hold still bitch," another voice said and she felt her legs lifted in the air, the cock was pulled from her pussy and she struggled as it was then pressed against her arse.

"I said to fucking keep still you filthy fucking whore," Beth jerked as a slap landed hard on her swollen pussy, she was trying not to retch as the cock was forced deeper into her throat and then her arse erupted in pain as another slid into her rectum. She felt disorientated, in a daze of pain and discomfort, as well as her mouth and arse being fucked, something? Maybe fingers, maybe some other object was being used to penetrate her pussy, hands and at least one mouth were assaulting her breasts. Someone roughly pulled her face around and the penis in her mouth was replaced by another.

"I think she's out of it, get her on the floor, I want to try something," somebody said.

Beth felt herself being lifted and carried, then positioned on her hands and knees. They shouted and swore at her when she laid her head on the floor to rest, a hand pulled her up by her hair and slaps to her face and breasts had her apologising and begging for pity. She heard all that was said and was aware of the things they did to her and she wanted to be nice, after all she came here by herself so she must have known what was to happen, and surely she must have agreed to it? She tried to recall what John had told her... no, not John, someone else, yes, Steve. He knew some people, they wanted to meet her "make a good impression," he had told her, but did he mean for her to do these things? Or was her own idea, It was so hard to remember sometimes.

She grunted with discomfort and looked over her shoulder; she was still on her hands and knees and she couldn't help a little giggle, Clive or Jack or whoever was trying to push a wine bottle into her bottom 'how silly! Surely he wants to put it in my pussy? It's much too big to go in my bottom, but then I already have something in my pussy. Oh gosh, I'd better try to open up a bit'

Beth stretched her thighs a little wider and pushed her hips back a little further, but then her arse was forgotten for the moment as a cock pushed into her mouth and whatever was in her pussy was replaced by another wine bottle.

Laughter and insults vied with Beth's moans as she was used and abused mercilessly using anything in anyway the three men could think of.

"Ughh, oh it hurts, I feel sick but I have to be good for them, please let it end soon, why do they want to spank me? Yes! let me suck you, that's it, let me be a good girl for you, I only want to be good for you," Beth was rambling, she no longer knew what if anything the men were doing, she gagged as yet another object was pushed into her mouth, and she lay limp as the mocking voices seemed to come from afar, and blackness slowly descended.

"Did Clive give you anything for me?" It was the first thing Steve said when Beth flopped into the passenger seat of his car.

"Oh hello Beth, are you okay? How did the meeting go?" Steve looked at her on hearing the sarcasm in her voice, and he saw the tears welling in her eyes. She had passed out, with the effects of the wine she assumed. She had no idea whether the men had done anything while she was unconscious, but Clive gave her water and told her to get dressed while he called Steve to collect her.

"I'm sorry babe, it's just that I'm a bit stressed," he stroked the hair on the back of her head "you know how important this was for me and I know you did me proud, I love you babe, I'll make it up to you, you know I will," Beth sagged in her seat, she didn't have to do those things, and she saw no point in telling Steve what had happened. It had, after all been her choice and Steve didn't need to be under any more pressure.

"It's okay, I'm sorry, here," she passed him a sealed envelope which he tucked into his pocket.

"Thanks babe, now let's get you cleaned up, I don't think the old man will be too happy if you came home from work in this state," Beth gave a weak smile, she didn't notice the look of disgust on Steve's face as he wiped his hand, sticky with something from her hair onto her coat.

Beth pushed the memory from her mind and finished preparing what she needed for the evening ahead with John, but she couldn't ignore the thought of what Steve wanted her to do on Sunday; it would be the fifth time now, If she was honest she would admit that she hadn't seen any benefits for herself as yet and in truth she felt no better than a whore with the things she found herself doing, but Steve told her that these things had to happen in their own time and She could see no reason to doubt him, though it seemed more and more that he took it for granted that she would do all the dirty things he said. But then if it wasn't for him she would never have found out about John's cheating, . And it was Steve who thought about this plan to teach him how wrong he had been. By Monday things would be better; John would be contrite, he would even accept her involvement with Steve - it wasn't an affair, surely he would see that, it was a means to a better life - and he would never cheat on her again. And who knows, when he learned how Steve had helped her they might even grow to be friends.

So she tucked the chastity device into her drawer and chewed her lip dreading what she had to do this night and on Sunday, and hoping she was doing the right thing.

Beth brought me coffee and a sandwich midway through the morning, she was naked and I could see numerous scratches and bruises decorating her body. She released the cuff from one wrist and closed it around the pipe to the radiator as Steve watched from the door, casually playing with the remote. With my hands free I thought about making a grab at her but the slimy bastard looked eager to press the button. He reminded me of a prison guard and I wondered who he was guarding; me or Beth? She was quiet and didn't seem to be as happy or as sure of herself and the thought - hope - went through my mind that maybe she was feeling guilty. There were a million things I wanted to say to her but I didn't trust myself to speak; I was so mad I knew I would say the wrong thing and only bring myself pain. When she straightened up she looked about the room and then at me, she seemed confused and uncertain of what to do next but Steve inclined his head indicating that she should leave. It was blindingly obvious who was in control now and I felt a faint hope that Beth might be having second thoughts about this whole thing, but as she passed him on her way out Steve pulled her into an embrace and eased his hand between her thighs, she leaned against his chest and her hips immediately began moving to his touch. She clung to him tightly as she groaned in pleasure, kissing his neck and mumbling how good it felt and how she needed fucking and I saw the smug look on his face as he looked down at me. My resolve hardened and I was determined to make them both pay. I wasn't sure who to blame the most but it was obvious to me now that they had had this whole thing planned together. Beth humped his hand and she seemed to have forgotten all about me. The slimy bastard smirked as the door was swung shut and I was determined to use the time I had to plan my revenge.

I sat and pondered, there was nothing else that I could do. It had been somewhat quiet in the house for an hour or two and I began to wonder if Steve had left, then I heard his voice and another, I was sure it wasn't Beth and I hoped it might be someone who could help me?

But still I waited and when the door did finally open sometime later; to say I was shocked would be a massive understatement, I stared at her for what seemed like forever trying to understand what this meant.

"What are you doing here Gina? You fucking bitch. Are you taking the piss?" It was all so obvious now that she was a part of this whole thing and if I wasn't cuffed to the radiator I would have punched her through the wall.


Part 4 (added: 2014/03/19)

Gina started this, okay she may not have started it but she was there at the start; a gorgeous early twenty something coming on to me; an average looking thirty three year old. Once was flattering, three times was unbelievable. And now she turns up here? It certainly didn't take Einstein to work out that there was more to this than simple revenge.

I looked up at her with an expression close to hate, she looked nervously back down the stairs and she was visibly trembling "don't please, I didn't mean to, he made me do it," she was obviously scared of something, I was glad but whether it was of me or something else I wasn't sure.

But then she suddenly jumped in fear and surprise when Steve shouted up from downstairs "What are you doing slut, get your arse down here," and before I could ask what she had meant she turned and scampered from the room.

I slumped back down, trying to work out what was going on, why she was here? What did she have to do with Beth? But it was another hour and I was no nearer an answer before she returned, but this time she had a swollen lip and I could see that she'd been crying, "What do you want? Have you come to gloat?" I asked sourly, she looked really pitiful but right then I didn't give a fuck how she felt.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry, that I had no choice. I...I'm sorry,"

"Sorry for what?" I snarled "sorry that you fucked me and my marriage or sorry that you didn't get anything out of it?" I was really in no mood to accept her apology.

"No...No, it wasn't like that, I had to, he made me. He...Steve: he told me I had to shag you. You don't understand what he's like; he's got....things, I have to do what he tells me," she retorted and turned away.

I thought she was leaving again and I needed to know why she was here "wait! Don't go, what do you mean? Tell me, why did he send you up here? What does he want?"

"No, he doesn't know, he's asleep, he'd hurt me if he knew," she held a small plastic container and she turned it this way and that in her hands "I'm sorry, I don't know how to stop him and I just can't take anymore, just remember, it's not her fault," her sad eyes filled with tears and again she turned to leave, I suddenly noticed what it was she was holding and what she planned to do and I realized that she was at her limit.

"No wait, Gina, Please, tell me, what do you mean?"

She stopped and held onto the doorframe as though she might collapse. She studied the container that she was holding; the tube of sleeping pills. Steadying herself she explained, but all the time she was peering down the stairway and speaking in hushed tones "he called me, told me to come here, he only wanted me here for...for sex, I have to do what he tells me, she...your wife will soon be the same. It was because she wasn't here that he wanted me." she started to edge away as though she was scared to enter the room, maybe she was frightened that I might grab her, but I think she was more afraid to be caught here by Steve.

"Hold on, what do you mean she's not here? Where is she?"

"I don't know, honestly, he's probably sent her to meet someone." she sighed and slumped against the door jam, and appeared to come to a decision "look, he has drugs, he gave me drugs, I didn't know at the time but they make you do what he tells you. I...I did things, horrible things, whatever he told me to do. I knew I was doing them but I couldn't stop, I couldn't refuse, it was as though he was controlling what I thought," she paused and looked away as though she was ashamed "he made me work for him, I became his whore," tears began to run freely down her face as she spoke. "He probably gave her drugs too?" she whispered.

Things started to fall into place for me then; Beth's blank expression, how she appeared to be confused so much. I could see it all now but I was still having a hard time believing it "so how are you able to tell me all this now?" I wanted to know.

"He stopped giving me the drugs, there was no need anymore; he has enough film and photos of me now, everything he needs to make me do what he wants, and even if I try to stop he hurts me" she tenderly touched her fingers to her damaged lip. I slowly shook my head trying to understand, she obviously thought that I was still sceptical and spoke a little more firmly "I gave them to you, you know, so you would fuck me. Would you have done it otherwise?"

I looked at her sharply and thought back; three times I had met her, always by accident in a bar, each time I had only had a couple of beers and each time I had blamed the booze. But I also remembered how confused I had felt, how easily I had let her lead me to that hotel room. So could it be true? I was starting to believe her "But what about your friends, your family?" as soon as I said it I realized what a stupid question it was, I hadn't known Beth was drugged, hell, I didn't even know I had been drugged.

"My boyfriend scarpered when he found out what I was doing; when he realized I was becoming a whore," her tears were flowing freely now and I wanted to hold her, to comfort her, but I thought about how it was exactly that reaction which had led me to this moment.

"So If he has you, if he has Beth, why this? Why did he involve me? I don't understand."

She sniffed and cuffed her nose "l don't know, I don't know why he does anything, he's crazy, I think he just enjoys fucking with people. But I know he hates you."

"You think?" I couldn't stop a small laugh, and it made her smile for the first time.

"I think you scare him, you threatened him so he wants to hurt you." she said, but then suddenly the implications of something she said hit me.

"Hold on! You said he sent Beth to meet someone, do you mean...."

"She's his whore, yeah, just like me," she stiffened as though preparing for a challenge "this is what it's all about; he's nothing more than a pimp. I don't know how many others he's done it to but I wasn't the first, and Beth won't be the last," she paused as though she was letting this information sink in "he'll get tired of her eventually and move on to someone else. Oh she'll still be a whore, once he has her he won't let her go, he just won't need the drugs anymore; he'll have enough shit on her by then, she'll do whatever he tells her. All he needs to do is get you out of the way."

"But how? How does this help him?" I rattled the cuffs against the pipe in emphasis.

"Come on, be serious. If I hadn't told you all this who would you have blamed?"

She was correct! I had put all this on Beth's shoulders, I hated the slimy bastard but I blamed Beth. For the past day I had thought of little else than how I would kick her out and somehow make her suffer. But with this new knowledge and Gina's confession I thought I could see a chink of light. Up till now Steve had relied on having only to deal with drugged women. The sleeping pills Gina held gave me an idea and I began to wonder if I could get her on my side, maybe together we could give him something else to think about?

"Will you help me Gina? Help me and I can help you, If we work together we can get you out of this, get us both out of it," she chewed her lip, I knew then that for her it was either help me or find a more drastic way out, the way she had planned "What have you got to lose Gina? Can it get any worse? Please just think about it."

I could only wait. I wasn't confident, not by a long way. It had taken a further ten minutes to persuade Gina to help me; she was clearly terrified of Steve and what he would do to her if our plan failed. I worried for her and whether she had the courage to do what we had planned. But there was no more I could do to help so I waited and listened, expecting Steve to erupt in anger at any moment.

I had been drowsing but came alert when I heard footsteps on the stairs "he's asleep," Gina stood at the door, whatever she had done it looked to have taken its toll.

"It's okay, nobody's going to hurt you again. Now are you sure he's out?"

"Yes I'm sure; I put the pills in his drink. But what if he wakes up? What if you don't get free?"

I could see that she was close to panic and I tried to calm her "Gina, Gina, listen to me, it's okay, please just relax, everything is okay," she tried but there was still a manic look in her eyes "Gina, did you get the keys?"

It took her a few seconds to reply, she was still frightened, I hated to think what the slimy bastard had done to her.

"Yes, yes I got them, they were the only ones I could find, I hope they're the right ones;" she still hesitated at the door but then nervously entered the room. She was still scared to approach me and tossed the keys into my lap.

There were about a dozen keys in all, some were obviously not what I wanted but I got lucky and on the third try I released the hand cuffs. There was also one key smaller than all the others and I instinctively knew what it was for. I had been sitting curled against the radiator, now I felt strangely self-conscious exposing myself with Gina watching, but rather than risk upsetting her I straightened my legs and holding my breath I inserted the key into that hated chastity tube.

Five minutes later we crept down the stairs like a couple of nervous children, Gina's fear had started to infect me, I had risked taking a couple of minutes to dress and I carried the chastity device as though it might activate at any second. I had almost cried with relief when I pulled that thing from my crotch, I wanted to throw it as far as I could but I had another use for it.

As we entered the lounge Steve was snoring softly in my armchair wearing my dressing gown. I resisted the impulse to punch him there and then, instead I locked the cuffs onto his wrists behind him and with distaste I fitted the tube onto his cock. I was pissed when I had trouble fitting his cock into the tube that my own manhood had slipped into easily, but I was consoled by the thought of how much more it would hurt him. I asked Gina to make some tea and I sat back waiting for the slimy bastard to wake up.

I was worried about Beth and what she was doing but I had no way to help her until Steve awoke, I tried to wake him but the pills Gina had given him were doing a good job. I suspected that she had given him more than was necessary, but she was far too fragile for me to criticize her.

It was over three hours later when I eventually managed to wake him and even then it took a few hard slaps (enjoyable) and a jug of water over his head before he was capable of talking. He was understandably confused and spent a few minutes struggling to get free, and then he started threatening me; acting tough. He seemed to ignore the fact that he was cuffed and locked into the tube. It was obvious to me that although he knew what it could do he had no idea how it felt, and I was only too happy to demonstrate. His attitude soon changed and he was ready to tell me everything after just one hit, but I thought a couple more were the least he deserved.

It transpired that Beth had been sent to an address about twenty minutes away, she had been gone for five hours. But despite the threat of the shocker Steve couldn't say when she would be back, and worse was the fact that he didn't know how many 'clients' she was attending to or what they were doing to her "They pay good money to use a slut, so I let them do what they want, as long as they don't damage her permanently," he said, he was regaining some confidence and straightening his shoulders he stared at Gina "but I'm going to make an exception with you bitch, when I clear this up I'm going to find a gang of phycos and let them have you for nothing," I slapped him to the side of the head. Gina shrank back; she was clearly still terrified of him.

I was in turmoil; I knew where Beth was and I wanted to go fetch her, rescue her. But I couldn't leave Steve alone, although cuffed and helpless he could still make a big enough ruckus to attract attention, neither could I trust Gina to mind him. So I had to bide my time waiting for Beth and hoping that she was okay.

Beth's story.

As she sat in the corner of the room and hugged her knees Beth hoped that they had finished with her. The five of them were laughing and drinking, paying her no attention, but why should they? After all she was only a slut.

That she was a slut she was no longer in any doubt, nobody forced her to do these things, Steve merely asked, no, persuaded her to meet these people and be nice to them, he didn't ask her to suck them, to fuck them, to do all those disgusting things for them. No she did that herself, even if they expected it and began mauling her the moment she arrived, she didn't have to accept it but she did, how else should she be nice to them?

"Here, drink," a glass of water was held toward her, it was cloudy but she didn't care, she was thirsty and had a disgusting taste in her mouth, besides she always seemed to feel better when she had a drink, so she drained the glass. A tug on the chain attached to the collar caused her to drop the empty glass and she struggled to her feet and stood unsteadily on the five inch heels she had been dressed in "come on, it's time for more fun," another tug on the leash and Beth obediently followed the young woman across the room.

On arrival at the house Beth had been surprised and a little relieved to be greeted by another woman, she was probably ten years younger than herself and appeared friendly. Georgia, for that was her name, poured her a drink and asked her to undress. Beth was a bit shocked by the girl's forwardness but after the last few appointments Steve had sent her to she was no stranger to requests such as this, and she had also come to know what it was like to be with another woman. So, seeing the smile on Georgia's face and feeling suddenly as though she would like to please her young hostess she stood up and removed what little clothing she wore.

Thinking Georgia wanted her Beth was surprised when the young woman gave her more clothes to wear. Thirty minutes later she was ready "There, you look perfect. I think they'll love you," Georgia stepped back to admire her handiwork. Beth wore a short waist cincture, matching panties and bra which pushed her breasts up so they appeared to be spilling out of their confinement, hold up stockings and red five inch heels. Georgia had also made her face up to look as slutty as possible and finally fastened a bright steel collar about her slim neck. Beth had no idea who 'they' were but it was obvious what they would want once they saw her.

Georgia looked at her partner, but then thought maybe that was the wrong term, my 'toy' perhaps would be better, yes my toy, that's what she is," Georgia couldn't believe why she hadn't thought of it before; when Graham, an old client, asked her to do a party it was nothing unusual, he also asked if she could bring a friend, again nothing unusual. But then she had an idea; a week previously she had been introduced to Steve, she had immediately disliked him, the creep had even wanted her to work for him, he said that he could look after her, get her more work. But she had soon got out of there, she was doing just fine by herself thank you. But she remembered the woman he had had with him, how he had boasted that she would do anything with anybody, and that started her thinking. Why do all the unpleasant business herself? Why not have someone work for her for a change? It took just one phone call and she was in business; for a sizeable fee Steve's slut - Beth was her name as far as Georgia could remember - was hers for a few hours, and as long as the stupid cow was returned in one piece they could do what they liked with her. And not only would Georgia have someone else to do all the nasty stuff, the money Graham and his friends were willing to pay meant that she would come out with a handsome profit as well.

Her toy had arrived right on time, giving Georgia the opportunity to prepare her before the others arrived. She gave Beth a drink mixed with a sachet of the powder Steve had given her, one an hour he had told her, she was slightly uncomfortable having to feed Beth the drugs, but she convinced herself that if she didn't do it somebody else would. She had six sachets left, enough to last into the evening. She was charging Graham and his friends hourly, and she smiled at the thought of how much money she would make.

Beth stood in the centre of the room, she couldn't understand why she was only wearing underwear, there must be a reason surely and she tried to remember what had happened, she recalled a girl, she seemed familiar but Beth couldn't place her, then she remembered that the girl had told her to stay here and she supposed she must have agreed. She could hear voices and thought about covering herself, but Steve always told her to be nice and all the others had wanted to see her body. So she stood in place waiting to be nice even though a small voice deep inside told her that this was wrong.

"Fuck! Will you look at that?" the one voice stopped everyone in the room, there were ten of them including Georgia and apart from her they all had the same look on their faces; surprise, glee and lust. And if Beth was a bit more aware she would have seen the cruelty as well.

they circled her as though they were about to attack, for a few minutes nobody touched her, though a lot of boasting about what they were going to do was bandied back and forth.

"Can I feel her tits?" Dave asked.

"You can do what you like as long as there's no permanent damage," Georgia replied.

Beth stood unmoving as nervous hands hooked into her bra and pulled down. The same hands explored her breasts and squeezed her nipples. "Fuck yeah!" Dave yelled, and with that all inhibitions disappeared.

There were nine men, all of them wanted to use her and at first it was a free for all as they vied for some part of her. Her pants and bra were ripped off almost immediately; hands groped and probed every part of her as she found herself lying on a large bed. A cock pushed into her mouth, and was removed and re-entered, the same cock? Maybe it was a different one, she didn't know.

Beth was in a nightmare, like a scene from an old painting she had seen somewhere; a sinner in hell being tormented by countless disembodied hands; hands squeezing, scratching and pulling but these hands were joined by cocks and mouths, mouths that bit, sucked and nipped and so many cocks all trying to find a hole to penetrate.

There were raised voices and someone fell and landed on top of her, then another, feminine voice called for quiet. A semblance of order was restored and Beth tried to move up the bed away from the crowd.

"Give me some room, get yourselves a drink, I'll get this sorted," a few of the men moved away while Georgia sat on the bed and pulled Beth into an embrace, she accepted a glass of misty liquid from Graham and held it to her toys lips. Beth at first sipped and then gulped as the glass was tilted higher "there, that's better, look, I've got a lot riding on this so you need to try harder, I'll keep them down to three or four at a time, just do what you do best. If you fuck this up for me I'll bring a big fucking dog in here, maybe two. They'll love to see that so you'd better keep them entertained. Okay slut, okay?" Georgia gripped Beth's cheeks in her hands forcing the older woman to look at her.

The words rattled around inside her head as Beth tried to make some sense of them, she could tell that Georgia was unhappy with her and she was disappointed with herself, she was letting everyone down, she was letting Steve down and she knew she would be punished. "I will try, I will be good, I only have to be nice," Beth repeated this over in her mind as Georgia explained to Graham what she planned.

For the next hour Beth entertained the men, she put on a show directed by Georgia; music played and the two women danced, they danced close and erotically. Following Georgia's instructions Beth undressed her young partner while all the time they swayed and moved against each other's body. They kissed, long and deep like lovers, their hands caressing everywhere, arms, necks, backs, breasts, bottoms, and when Georgia slid her hand between her thighs Beth thought she would faint. Breathlessly Georgia broke the kiss and pulled down on the back of Beth's head. Willingly she obeyed and kissed her way down the young body pausing at the breasts, licking the nipples, first one then the other, sucking gently, drawing each erect bud between her lips and washing it with her tongue. Moving down, Beth's tongue traced a wet trail over Georgia's stomach, dipping into and swirling around her navel until finally she was on her knees, her face level with the glistening pussy. She kissed slowly down the inside of one thigh then up the other. The only sound in the room was breathing and Beth had forgotten about the audience of nine, she no longer thought about where she was or who she was with. Her attention was focused solely on the warm wet flesh just an inch from her face.

Beth slid her hands around Georgia's hips and onto her buttocks; she held the girls arse and eased her finger between the cheeks gently probing the puckered hole. She pressed her lips to Georgia's belly just above her pussy; the small thin strip of pubic hair tickled her nose as she reverently kissed the flesh. Keeping her lips in contact with Georgia's body she moved down until her mouth was against the pussy lips. Her tongue pushed forward sliding between the folds causing Georgia to break the silence with a low groan. Beth licked slowly, almost lazily, pushing deep and washing Georgia's pussy with her tongue,

Soon Georgia's hips began to move to a rhythm sliding her wet flesh over the questing mouth. She had her hands on Beth's head, her fingers entwined in the red hair and she pulled her toy hard into her crotch. The tongue inside her lapped and the lips sucked her swollen labia into the hungry mouth, then suddenly those same lips latched onto Georgia's clit and she stiffened, she sucked in air and held her breath as she pulled the red hair as hard as she could.

Beth's face was held firm against Georgia's crotch, her scalp felt as though her hair was being ripped from her head but she clamped her lips around Georgia's clit and as she drew it into her mouth she bit down gently on the delicate flesh.

Georgia couldn't remember the last time she had an orgasm she didn't fake with a client, but when Beth's mouth worked its magic on her clit she came. She came hard and loud, her hips bucked as though she was trying to throw Beth away from her and her hands pulled even harder forcing the mouth back onto her. She growled and the growl turned into a scream, her body jerked as spasms shot through her, her orgasm was so intense it was almost painful and she shouted out loud "Oh my God yes, that's it, like that you bitch, oh God you fucking slut, yes, no, no more, oh my God."

Georgia's legs were shaking and she fell forward with her toy beneath her. They lay in a heap, Georgia exhausted and Beth too unsure whether to move or not. A spattering of applause, cheering and some ribald comments brought Georgia back to reality, she smiled almost sheepishly as she looked up into Grahams grinning face. He helped her up onto her knees and placing her hands on Beth's breasts for support she spun around and knelt astride her toys head.

"Are you okay?" Graham asked, Georgia might be a whore and even though he was paying for her services he'd always had a soft spot for her.

"Oh yeah, I'm great," she answered with a satisfied grin. Neither of them even gave a thought as to how Beth felt, after all she was just an object to be used.

And use her they did. It was agreed that they would have some fun before they each took their pleasure, the men were only limited by their imagination, Georgia knelt astride Beth's shoulders leaving her arse and pussy free to be played with, whenever anything particularly unpleasant or painful was done Georgia pushed her bottom down on Beth's face stalling any struggles or complaints.

Beth could only see Georgia's back and arse, but she could feel, she could feel the things they forced into her pussy though she couldn't tell what they were, she could feel how her arse was penetrated and stretched, and she could feel the slaps and the bites, and the sting of something, but she didn't know what, a cane maybe? A cane used to sting her arse and the back of her thighs. It reminded her of Steve punishing her, how he seemed to have reason to punish her more and more lately. And he always told her how it was her own fault, how he didn't enjoy hurting her, that it was for her own good. She believed him and so she didn't struggle but accepted what was happening to her, dutifully licking and kissing Georgia's arse, trying to block out the laughter and the insults and the pain. It was hard but she thought Steve would be so proud of her.

"Why do they so enjoy inflicting pain?" the thought passed through Beth's mind as her nipples were pinched and twisted. She was bent forward on her knees, someone was thrusting in and out of her arse, she didn't know who it was or whether it was the same person who was hurting her nipples, her concentration was on trying to fit two cocks in her mouth at the same time. One man sat with Beth between his spread legs while another knelt beside her. She had a hand wrapped around each of their cocks, the head of one was in her mouth and she pulled the other one nearer, pushing them together, forcing them into her mouth. Her lips stretched and felt as though they would rip apart. Her mouth was filled to the limit, there was no room for movement so she sucked and used her tongue as best she could.

"Hell yeah, that's it baby I knew you could do it, they said you could get anything in that mouth," the man kneeling beside her encouraged her not only with his words but also by holding her head while he pushed harder against her "give me some, put it there," Beth heard the words and a clap, they had high fived, she wanted to laugh but tears of shame and self-pity sprang from her eyes instead.

They used her individually, in two's, threes and fours, sometimes more. Beth lost track, she didn't know who was doing what or how many there were, she wasn't allowed to rest, and it never occurred to her to refuse, she accepted whatever they wanted to do. Georgia and Graham orchestrated everything and with the drugged drinks given to her hourly Beth remained confused, thinking all was normal, she did whatever she was told, no matter how degrading, just as she had been trained to do.

All Beth wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep but Georgia and her guests wanted more 'fun,' although it was no longer fun for Beth; she was sore and she hurt in so many places. With a tug on the leash she wearily climbed to her feet but as she tottered across the room she felt a familiar tingle in her belly, she was feeling better already and she wished she had another drink, had there been alcohol in the glass Georgia gave her? She didn't feel drunk just tingly and, and, she couldn't think what else but they were waiting for her and she didn't want to appear a spoilsport. Four of them had left already and she feared that she might have disappointed them, she needed to try harder, be nicer, she certainly didn't want to be an embarrassment to Steve, he'd told her often enough what a useless slut she was, she didn't need to give him more reason to punish her. No, she would be extra nice, make them like her, and want her. She knew she looked a state; she was covered in dried cum, even her hair was sticky with it, her make-up was a mess and her naked body was a mass of scratches and bruises. But she knew that she was still sexy, she could tell by the way they were looking at her. Yes she would be nice, real nice, make them feel sooo good. Licking her lips she stood before them with a sultry expression and slowly ran a finger through the lips of her pussy.

"Shall we give these boys a show?" Georgia whispered into Beth's ear. She turned to the young woman and for a second she wondered who she was; but she held the end of Beth's leash so she must know her, what was her name? Gina? No. It didn't matter anyway, she was nice and wanted to help Beth be nice, and she had a huge cock. What? A cock? She giggled, she couldn't help it; Gina or whatever her name was gorgeous and she had a cock, how wonderful!

When Georgia pushed down on Beth's shoulders she got the message and eagerly sank to her knees, she held the dildo with both hands and opened her mouth. She didn't just suck the plastic monster, she made love to it; with her eyes closed she licked, kissed and caressed it; at that moment to her it was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Georgia smiled at the expression on Graham's face, it was much the same as the others and with their vocal encouragement she pushed her dildo into the slut's mouth. She could sense that things were winding down and with two sachets left she had given her toy a double dose and the result was everything she had hoped for. She had spent the last four hours trying to organize and to a large extent control this gangbang, most if not all of the man had had their fill, they all seemed satisfied and she congratulated herself on a job well done. Now for one last show, see if anyone had anything left, at the least she could have some fun of her own.

Beth slobbered over the dildo and wriggled her arse whenever a hand explored between her thighs, she was impatient to feel the beast inside her, no matter the size, in fact the bigger the better. Despite having cock after cock all afternoon her pussy yearned to be filled. She wished the penis in her mouth was real, what a delight that would be. Steve's was big but it didn't compare to this, she could hardly get the head in her mouth. She slipped her hand down between her thighs and tensed; just one touch of her clit was almost enough to make her cum. She was so wet; her hand was immediately covered in her juices.

"Oh God why doesn't one of these bastards fuck me," she thrust her arse out hoping to entice someone... Perhaps they're only here to watch. But didn't they already fuck her? Or maybe it was some other people. She was sure she had been fucked, she must have been she was so sore "why can't I remember? Why doesn't someone fuck me? Why can't I have this cock inside me?"

It appeared that all of the men were happy to watch and cop the occasional feel, Georgia didn't mind, there was something she wanted to try with the slut and she was sure those watching would be happy to see, something she had always been too scared to do herself. She stepped back and pulled her toy up, she was actually shocked by the vision before her; Beth was panting, her tongue lolled from the side of her mouth and drool ran down her chin, but her eyes were the worst; they were wide and glassy, they stared but saw nothing, to Georgia she was the image of a mad woman in an asylum. Beth's hips were thrusting as she tried to force her hand into her pussy, then with an evil sounding chuckle she pulled it free to make room for her other hand. The slime and secretions from her pussy coated her hand and this she licked and sucked as though it was nectar.

For the first time in a long long time Georgia felt disgust at something involving her work, it made no difference whether the slut was drugged or not, she grabbed a fistful of red hair and hauled Beth across the room. She slammed her against the table and forced her face down hard on the wooden surface. Irrational anger had taken over from disgust and as she held the unresisting woman bent against the table she positioned herself with the dildo against Beth's arse.

She held Beth's shoulders to give herself more leverage and with one determined thrust she forced the plastic monster into her thrall eliciting a wail of pure agony. Beth at last tried to resist, she squirmed her body and thrashed her arms to escape the tearing pain, not stopping even when Georgia slapped her hard on the back of her head. There were a few comments and small cheers as well as nervous laughter from the men watching, nobody was really sure whether it was serious or part of the entertainment.

Graham read the situation though and in four quick strides reached the table, he grabbed Beth's wrists and pulled her down, with his mouth close he hissed into her ear "stop struggling bitch, it's going to happen whether you want it or not, the more you fight the worse it will be."

Beth tried to stay still, the pain was diminishing but much too slowly, she couldn't understand why they would hurt her, she had tried so hard to be nice and through her tears she attempted to tell them "please, please, I'm sorry, I'll be good I promise, please let me be nice for you," the words were barely audible and she no longer possessed the strength to fight, and she lay unmoving as Georgia steadily raped her arse.

Graham always knew that he had a cruel streak and watching Georgia hurt the slut had aroused him beyond words, and despite already coming three times inside the bitch he was erect again. He pushed his shorts down around his ankles and plunged his cock deep inside Beth's slack mouth, when there was no response he used both hands on her lower face to hold her lips tight around his erection "suck it bitch," he snarled and was rewarded with a small movement of Beth's head. He looked at Georgia and the sadistic grin on her face and thought again, prostitute or not, he could so easily fall for her.

"Here drink this" Georgia held the glass to Beth's lips, this time it was just plain water, no more drugs. They were alone, Graham and his friends, very happy men one and all having left an hour previously. Georgia was happy too; she had made more money in one afternoon than she normally did in a week and she had only had sex with one man; that was with Graham and only because she had wanted to. Something had clicked between the two of them as she fucked Beth's arse, Beth was lying like a rag doll and eventually Georgia had grown bored of the lack of reaction from the slut. She released the strap from around her hips and leaving the dildo buried deep inside her toy she forced Graham onto his back. She smiled and licked her lips; she could tell that he was just as eager as her. Dropping to her knees she eased down impaling herself on his erection. She rode him slowly, loving for once the feel of a cock inside her, enjoying his hands on her breasts, and for the first time in years she had even kissed a client.

She had rocked to and fro gradually building to a marvellous orgasm. Graham didn't climax, possible he had already been sucked dry, but he was patient and considerate, mindful of her needs and her fondness for him grew.

People began to drift away, a couple of the more energetic guys had a last bit of fun with Beth, not minding that she was as responsive as a ragdoll, but eventually they too were satisfied and she was left alone to recover. Graham was the last to leave and Georgia surprised herself when she allowed him to kiss her again. She checked on Beth, the slut was awake but unaware. Georgia knew she had made a mistake in administering a double dose, but there was nothing she could do about that now so she let her rest. She had a long relaxing shower and made herself a pot of tea and noticed that Beth was finally coming out of her stupor.

Now as she slipped the envelope into Beth's bag Georgia wondered if it was a risk giving her responsibility for the cash, but Steve maintained that he liked to have his girls collect the money they earned for him. She supposed it was just another small demonstration of the power he had over them. There was also a small memory card containing photos of Beth in all her glory, Georgia didn't know why he wanted them and she didn't ask. But she did know that overall it had been a very successful day, next time though she would plan it better and make sure to ration the drug correctly, keep Beth active but docile. And perhaps with Grahams help they could invite even more clients, make a whole day of it. Georgia could see herself making a lot of lovely cash from this stupid bitch.

Beth was still a bit confused, she was wearing her dress though she didn't remember putting it on, she could only remember being naked and people, lots of people wanting her to be nice. And there was the young woman, she could remember her being angry but she was friendlier now so Beth thought she must have been good. She finished the water and stood shakily when the girl held her jacket out to her.

"I've ordered a taxi for you, it'll be here shortly to take you home," Beth felt relief on hearing the words. John would be there but she seemed to remember that she should be mad at him for something, and Steve would be there as well, waiting, she had been good and she hoped that John and Steve would both be pleased.

With nothing to do but wait I decided I would try to get information from Steve about his scheme, he was surprisingly open, telling me everything I wanted to know, in fact he seemed rather proud of what he'd achieved, and the more he spoke the more unsettled I felt. He chose his victims carefully; those who showed interest in him and who didn't have relatives or friends who cared enough to notice what was happening. He grinned when he said this and I turned away feeling somewhat ashamed of myself.

The drug - psyfantamol - wasn't licensed or mass produced and only available to a few people, in simple terms, he told me, it made a person very open to suggestion, easy to control, in effect for a short time after taking the drug his 'sluts' as he called them willingly did whatever they were told. He laughed when he revealed how it was an aphrodisiac as well "the bitches can't get enough," he mocked.

"It sounds Just like a fucking date rape drug?" I accused him.

"No no, this is better than that, you gotta understand, they know most of what they're doing but the best part is they also want to do it, they love me and live to make me happy," he paused, watching my reaction "The thing is, If they take it long enough the effect becomes ingrained, soon they don't need the drugs, they really do live just for me," again he smirked, he knew that he was getting to me, knew what I was thinking, and I had to know.

"And Beth? what about her?"

"What do you think? Don't you think she might have enjoyed doing what she did to you just a little too much?" he was enjoying taunting me.

I thought about him giving Beth drugs and the things he had made her do, my urge was to rip his throat out, I fought the impulse and swallowed my anger "What about Gina? She resisted you, she fought back," I questioned.

"Ah yes, lovely sweet Gina. She only had a few doses, it seems I underestimated her. Still, we'll see to that when this is over, won't we bitch?" this last was directed at a frightened looking Gina in the kitchen.

Despite his position he was growing in confidence. Perhaps he sensed my uncertainty because I didn't know what I was going to do about him. I'd like to beat him to a pulp but that wouldn't solve anything even if it did make me feel better. I thought about going to the police, I had enough evidence to put him away for a long time but I also knew how our crazy laws worked; the police didn't take kindly to unlawful imprisonment and torture, no matter what the slimy bastard had done. I would probably end up sharing a cell with him.

It was then that we were interrupted by Beth coming home, walking through the door she took a minute to comprehend what was happening then she seemed to come alive.

"Steve? Wh, what's happening? What's going on?" she looked at me for an explanation and I wanted to die when she ran to him, she tugged at the cuffs and looked in despair at the cage around his cock "What have you done? Why?" she stopped suddenly when Gina entered the room and an expression of sheer hatred masked her face

"You, I should have known, you bastard and your whore," she ran at me and with flailing arms attacked me, she was going crazy, I tried to calm her, but there was no reasoning with her and all the time Steve urged her on. I tried to grab her wrists but her nails raked down my face, and I did something I thought I would never do; I hit her, hard, open handed across the face. She flew across the room to crash into the wall where she lay in a stunned heap.

The room was a frozen tableau, Beth holding her cheek as blood ran from her split lip, Steve cuffed to the chair grinning in triumph, Gina looking on terrified and myself equally terrified by what I had done.

But then in a flash I knew what to do, I crossed to Beth and despite her struggles I held her tight. Gina, obeying my instructions fetched a glass of water and some of the pills she had used on Steve. And with some persuasion and a few cruel threats I convinced Beth to swallow them. I tried to calm her but I felt sick at the way she shrank away from me and kept asking for Steve, fifteen minutes later she was asleep. I carried her to bed and for security I cuffed her wrist to the headboard. I then managed to convince Gina to watch over her while I was gone.

With a blanket over his shoulders to hide his nakedness I bundled Steve into the trunk of my car. I didn't care whether any neighbours saw us and I was pleased that he was now showing some real signs of fear. I pulled out of my drive and passed his small sports car, I made a mental note to dispose of it later.

I drove for around thirty minutes and then turned onto a little used track through some woodland. When I was a young boy growing up in a small village my friends and I would play in an abandoned brick factory, it consisted of just a few crumbling walls and some small earthworks. These were our foxholes in our war games, the whole place was our battleground, our OK corral, or the surface of a distant planet, and it was whatever a young boy's imagination could think of. It was also a place that often went days or weeks without being visited. It was ideal for my purpose.

The old site seemed so much smaller now and most of the walls had either crumbled to nothing or were completely invisible beneath the undergrowth, I left the car and had to take a minute, remembering a distant childhood. But I had things to do before I pulled a completely subdued Steve from the trunk and led him to a clear piece of ground where I removed the cuffs.

"What are you going to do? Don't get all crazy on me bud," his voice was shaking as his head turned this way and that, at last he was really scared and I loved it.

"You're free to go," I said simply.

He looked at me and then around at the deserted landscape "w, where are we? What about my clothes and stuff, and?" he pointed with both hands at his caged cock.

"Oh yeah, you can take it off, the key and the control are hidden here somewhere, all you have to do is find them," I grinned maliciously "I wouldn't hang about though if I were you, there's no telling when the timer will activate,"

I turned away to leave, but I couldn't resist it, I had to do it and I spun back "just one more thing, bud," he looked up and I punched him in the face, hard, so hard I thought I had broken something in my hand. He sprawled on his back, blood poured from his ruined mouth and nose. I kicked him hard between his legs making him scream. He was curled into a ball holding his crotch and I knelt down beside him. I gripped his jaw tight and pushed my face close to his and threatened him "if you ever come back to my town again, if I even hear your name I'll cut your prick off and push it down your throat, understand?" I pushed his head back hard against the ground and without waiting for an answer and shaking with adrenaline I walked to the car and drove home.

I dumped Steve's car in a notorious part of town; it would probably be stripped bare or burned out before the morning. Back home Beth was still asleep so I went through his computer, which he had kindly - with a little persuasion - given me the password to. I copied everything from his hard drive onto the few memory cards he also had then destroyed the laptop. The money Beth brought home I gave to Gina, I did my best to convince her that Steve was gone but I made her promise to phone me if he ever tried to contact her, I also made a note to keep an eye on her, just in case. The details of three other women were also on the computer, so I sent e-mails to each telling them much the same thing, I didn't want to become too involved but I thought it was the least I should do. lastly I put one of the memory cards containing information about Steve's dealings and his contacts into an envelope, this I would post to the local police station and hope nothing comes back to bite me. With that done and Gina gone I poured myself a large whiskey and sat beside Beth, watching her sleep.

She awoke confused, understandably, and it didn't take long until she became frightened, then angry. I tried to comfort her and explain exactly what had been happening, but she grew angrier and accused me and Gina of plotting together. I knew then it was going to be a real labour getting her to believe and trust me again. I vowed to be there for her for as long as she needed me but I also knew we would never again be the same as we were even if we found a way through this.

I still loved her, I no longer felt guilty about what I had done and I knew that she had had little choice about what she did. But during my interrogation of Steve something that he said echoed in my brain "I only chose the women that wanted to have sex with me in the first place," I knew how he worked, how he was fucking with my mind, but I still couldn't get it out of my head.


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