Blackmailed Couple - an Epilogue
Introduction;
Blackmailed Couple - an Epilogue is an approved conclusion to the story "A Blackmailed Couple" begun by rainyseason747 in 2005/2006.
If this story is to make any sense, you'll want to first read rainyseason747's original work "A Blackmailed Couple".
I first read the original submission in 2016. The unfinished nature of the story became an inspiration to begin writing this epilogue after three years of concocting several possible conclusions in my head.
I contacted rainyseason747 in late 2019 to get approval to pick-up the story and give it a conclusion. I submitted to him drafts of chapters 1 & 2, and was granted permission to continue. This is my first ever attempt at writing, so please keep that in mind in any comments.
Note: This is my interpretation of how the story may have concluded. As such it reflects my interests, primarily of resistance, reluctance, mind control and body modification. If you were hoping for a lot more BDSM, you will be disappointed. But probably not as disappointed as you would have been had I attempted to write such a conclusion. I simply have no real feel for the BDSM world. Any attempt by me to write such a story would be a painful and unfulfilling experience for both of us.
This epilogue picks up approximately one year from where the rainyseason747's original story left off with Eddie, the protagonist reflecting on his and his wife Anna's, descent into the world of the secretive group that has taken possession of them. It includes flashbacks into their journey.
I do hope you enjoy it. I appreciate constructive criticism so long as it is just that, constructive.
I thank rainyseason747 for granting me permission to continue this story.
Remember, this is pure fantasy and pure fiction.
-NoWriterI
Chapter 01 -- Eddie one year later.
I had just dropped the kids off at Anna's parent's place and had a few minutes before I needed to start changing for my date. In that time, I was doing what I always did when I had a few moments of privacy. I was propped upon the bed, our bed, with the tablet pointed to Anna's webpage. I flipped through pictures and watched videos in the latest of her now daily updates.
The video I was watching, showed Anna outside in what I recognized as the poolside courtyard of the secluded property belonging to the group that had taken over our lives. The woman who only two years prior, had pledged to love, honor and cherish only me, and whom I still deeply loved, was on a chaise lounge astride a younger man that I did not recognize, while another plowed into her perfect ass from behind. The look on Anna's face along with the sounds coming over the computer speakers were a testament to how much Anna enjoyed being used in this way.
The secretive group maintains a web page on their private, dark web server for each of the sexual playthings they had acquired over the years as a catalog of those available for use by group members. Over the course of her training, Anna's page had become the most popular by far among the group membership.
On Anna's page it was all there, a complete chronology of her descent. It began with the covert surveillance video captured of the two of us happily working together in the yard of the home we shared together with our children back before Master Mark had first seduced her. That was followed by video he had captured of her first betrayal, her ensuing blackmailing, my cuckolding and ultimately, to our submission and subsequent training.
Even now, a year later I cannot reconcile the gut wrenching pain, grief and humiliation I feel with the intense arousal I get from watching the woman I love as she had been reduced from the intelligent, loving woman I married to the willing and enthusiastic fucktoy to the group that has corrupted us.
Although we are still married in the legal sense, Anna's website is as close as I've been to being with my wife since we had both, naively given ourselves over to the group that now controls us both so completely.
I sometimes daydream that one day they will tire of us and we can once again live together as a family with our children like we once had. But if I'm being honest with myself, I know that Anna now needs more than any one man can satisfy, let alone a man as diminished as I have become. Perhaps she always did. We have both been twisted so completely, both mentally and physically that we could never go back to the way we once were.
At a recent gathering held at the Victorian styled mansion where Anna now resides, it was early in the evening before any real activity had begun. I had been assigned the task of serving drinks to the gathered members as they made small talk before the party began in earnest. I was in my slave leathers. My caged cock was on full display, already straining within it's confinement in anticipation of the evenings activities. A hush came over the room as all eyes turned to see Anna on the arm of her Master as they descended the grand staircase from the second floor above. She was a breathtaking vision of overt sexuality.
Her attire for the evening consisted of a knee-length dress that draped her figure front and back. Held together loosely at the waist with spaghetti straps, it revealed a virtually unobstructed side view of her toned and sculpted body. The front was slit down to the navel to frame her exposed cleavage. Her enhanced breasts, with pierced nipples tenting the thin fabric, quaked perceptibly with each step of her four inch heels. The sheer cobalt blue fabric of the dress, the color of which perfectly matched the highlights in her now long, platinum blonde hair, did little to hide the nakedness beneath.
As I gaped, mesmerized at the sight, along with everyone else in the room, Master Mark found me in the gathered crowd. His eyes locked onto mine and a smirk came across his face as if to say; "She's mine now Eddie. You gave her to me."
