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Sunday afternoon finds Eric driving home from a great round of golf. He is on top of the world. He broke eighty for the first time.
"I'm going home and get some pussy. Going to cap off a great day. I hope she is ready."
As I near the house I see a strange car parked in the drive way. It must be one of Sarah's friends. I walk in the front door.
"Hi honey. I'm home."
I walk into the living room. My jaw drops and my legs go weak. I feel like someone hit me in the head with a hammer. I see two people sitting on my sofa. One is a black man and the other is my wife. They are both naked. She is sitting on his lap with leaning back on his chest. He has both hands holding her breasts. His big cock is sticking up between her legs and she is holding it with both hands.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Hi honey. This is Brian. He's my new lover. I'm going to leave you and get a divorce."
Rage consumes me. I try to run at him. My legs are unsteady. My knees feel like jello. He pushes her aside, gets up and come toward me. I draw back to hit him. He easily blocks my attempt. I see his open hand coming at me. He slaps me open handed on the side of my head. Blackness engulfs me.
Light hits my eyes. I groan and try to get up. I can't move my arms. My eyes clear and I see him standing over me. He has something in his hand. It looks like a length of garden hose. He kneels down and looks into my eyes.
"OK, asshole. Here's how it's gonna to be. Sarah is mine now. You will never have her again. You are going to do everything I tell you to do. You will do everything she tells you to do. Do you understand?"
"You bastard. I'll kill you."
"I was hoping you would say that."
He rolls me on my stomach and stands up. He draws his arm back. He hits me with the hose. I hear a scream and realize it's me. He keeps hitting me again and again. Pain rips through my body. Thankfully I pass out.
Some time later I come to. Pain is ripping through my body. My back, legs and ass are on fire. I try to figure out what's going on. He has taken my wife. He wants me to do what ever they say. The rage hits me again. If I can just get loose I'll kill him. I struggle against my bonds. My arms are tied. I think I'm naked too. I'm helpless. Suddenly it hits me. The want me to be their cuckold slave. I hear footsteps approaching. I fake being unconscious. The door opens and I hear voices.
'He's still out. What a pussy. This will be easy. Just a little more and he will be ours."
"Baby, don't hurt him too much. We need him to go to work. We need his money."
"Don't worry, baby. He'll be fine. I just need to break him. He is pretty soft. One more beating should do it."
Terror flashes through my mind. I don't know if I can take much more. I need to survive somehow. Just survive. I feel the anger run through me. It gives me strength. That's the key. Appear soft, feed on the anger and survive. Feed on the anger. I let it consume me. Hot burning anger.
Some time later I hear the door open.
"It's time for more persuasion, cucky boy."
He hits me across my legs. I hear myself scream. He hits me two more times.
"No. No. No more. Please, no more pain. Please. Please."
"You gonna do what I tell you, cucky boy"
"Yes. Yes. Please, no more. Please. I'll do anything. Please."
"You little pussy. You're gonna make a good little cucky boy."
"Is he ready, baby. I think he is."
"Yeah, he is. Listen, cucky boy. I am your master. You will call me Master when you talk to me. Sarah is your mistress. You will call her Mistress when you talk to her. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Master. I understand."
The anger burns in my mind. I will survive.
He unties my feet and pulls me up. It's all I can do to stand. He pulls me to the living room.
"On you knees, cucky boy. Bow down to you master."
I fall to me knees and my face hits the carpet. He sits on the sofa and looks at me.
"Jeez, baby. You really broke him fast. I thought he was stronger than that."
"Looks like you married a pussy, baby. Just a wimpy little pussy. Good cucky boy material."
"Eric. Are you going to be a good little cucky boy for us?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'll be good."
"Go take a shower. You really stink, cucky boy."
"Yes Mistress."
She unties my hands and helps me to my feet. I stumble to the bathroom. She stands in the doorway watching me.
"Why. Mistress? Why are you doing this to me?."
"Brian wants you to be his slave and he wants your money. He will hurt you more if you don't obey."
I turn on the water and get in the shower. The hot water lessens the pain. I stand and let it run over me.
As the water runs over my sore body I wonder how my loving sweet wife changed into an uncaring bitch. Did I really know her up till now. She stood by while he whipped into unconsciousness without batting an eye. Was the sex with him so good? How could she love one minute and then stand by and see what he did to me.. She was going to pay. Not as much as Brian, but she will pay.
I lather up and rinse off. I get out and dry off. She pushes me into the bedroom.
"Put this on. You'll wear this all the time."
"Yes, Mistress."
She hands me a pink maid's dress. It looks big enough to fit me. I realize they have been planning this. I never had a clue. I shudder to think what else is planned for me.
I put the dress and panties on and she pushes me out to the living room.