Everything was perfect for two months. I’d come home from work and find Wendy in a different sexy outfit every day. Sometimes she would do a little strip for me, getting me really turned on, and then we’d make love. Other times, as soon as I walked in the door she would drop too her knees in front of me, and suck my cock until I threw her down, and fucked her like a whore. It was never the same routine, and I could never wait to get home and see what was in store.
This particular Friday I had to work a little late. I smiled with anticipation as I walked up the sidewalk and found the door cracked open. I knew it was going to be a fun night. I pushed the door open quietly and stuck my head inside.
WHAMMM!!!
A billion fireworks exploded in my head! I woke slowly. Dried blood had caked on the side of my cheek and my cranium was throbbing in intense pain. Before opening my eyes I took stock of my situation. I found I couldn’t move and my hands and legs were bound with duct tape. I was in a setting position and felt the chill of air on my naked flesh.
Blearily, I unlocked my eyelids. I was on one of the wooden chairs a few feet from the side of our bed. As my vision came into focus I saw Wendy. She had been tethered with leather straps in spread eagle fashion on the bed. My little pixie was whimpering, trembling as she stared silently toward the foot of the bed.
Painfully I turned in the direction of her gaze, fury instantly welling up inside me. Betty and her enormously hung master were standing there, grinning evilly at us. I tried to shout, only too find my mouth covered with the sticky ribbon.
Betty was wearing her usual black high heels and had stripped down to her crotch less black fishnet stockings. Her breasts were sticking straight out and she was stroking her naked leaders massive organ while she glowered at Wendy. Even though my stomach was queasy from the pain, my cock was getting hard from the erotic vision.
Betty was a glorious sight. More so then when we were married. Somehow this evil life had made her more alluring then ever. Her legs, ass, breasts, and small waist were more defined then I remembered, and her facial features had a corporeal ardor I had never seen.
When she saw I was fully awake she turned to her black lover. “Roger, its time to begin”, she said. Roger nodded and clapped his hands. A man in a dryad costume entered the room, and began drawing a pentagram on the hardwood floor around the bed. He placed a candle at each point, then scribbled some kind of markings inside the drawing.
Wendy screamed in horror as he produced a frantic chicken, swiftly slitting its throat. Stepping toward Wendy, he held the hysterical foul above her letting its warm lifeblood spatter onto her naked flesh.
Wendy screamed in horror trying to twist away from the liquid as it splashed in tepid little puddles on her flawless skin. He began to recite a strange mantra, and Betty released her grip on Roger’s massive shaft, advancing to the foot of the bed.
“Well, precious little niece, or should I say slut, how do you like fucking your uncle”? “
I love it
”; Wendy sobbed! “Hmmm, maybe you should try auntie then, before your real treat arrives”, Betty sneered, lowering her head between Wendy’s perfect thighs. The petite girl struggled ineffectively against the tight restraints, as Betty’s dexterous tongue found her tight canal. My incestuous little mistress closed her eyes, stiffening her body as the wicked beauty worked expertly on her shaven burrow.
