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Another story, writen under a former pen-name Quantumleap | The Visitors | Persephone in Winter

Surrendering Sarah
By Night Writer

Chapter 1



It was an accident. I just brushed his Harley when we pulled out of the
parking space at the mall. He must have seen it happen. I sure didn't
see him. Until it was too late.

Now he was standing in our home, tattoos and all, mad as hell. He
wanted compensation. When I opened the checkbook, he just laughed. I
was ready to call the police, when I heard the roar of bikes outside.
He just smiled.

He said they'd kill us, at night as we slept. He promised we'd suffer
first, then die slowly. They'd take their time though; he'd give us a
few days, weeks, or months to think about the details of his revenge.

When he walked toward me, I prepared myself for a lot of pain. He
stuffed a note into my shirt pocket.

"Bring her to that address, tonight, at 10:00. Maybe we can work
something out."

He grinned at my wife. She was shaking, wide-eyed and terrified. He
turned toward the door, then stopped and looked back over his
shoulder.

"Fix her up, real pretty, ok?"

When I didn't answer, he turned toward me. His face reddened. His eyes
bulged. I noticed the flesh over his jaw harden.

A thin whisper was all I could manage.

He glanced at her a second time. The menacing grin was back.

"Oh, one more thing. Shave her cunt and bring her naked."

"But, how-"

I shouldn't have protested. He took me by the throat, lifting me just
enough to stop me from breathing.

"I don't give a shit how. Just have her at my front door, shaved and
naked, understand?"

I nodded my head the best I could. He let me go and walked out the
door. The roar was deafening as they rode away.

--*--

I heard the shower running at 8:00. Her hands shook violently as she
did her hair and makeup. Shaving was even harder. I offered to help.
She shook her head and did it herself. I couldn't watch.

By 9:30, she was ready. She wouldn't speak, or even look at me. I
couldn't help noticing how different she looked without pubic hair.
The
slit between her legs seemed much longer, running an extra inch up the
front of her belly. It was so pink, and seemed to stand open more than
I remembered.

We drove in silence. She slid down in the front seat, trying to hide
from passing cars. It took a while for the heater to warm us. The
night
air made her shiver. An occasional streetlight made her white body
glow
for a second or two in the car's dark interior. Her eyes stared wildly
as she covered her breasts with both arms, trying to shelter the
small,
stiff nipples from the biting cold. As we arrived, her look begged me
to rescue her. It quickly turned to one of resignation.

He left us in the cold for five minutes after we knocked. He opened
the
door, stepped out and took her by the hand, grinned at me, and pulled
her inside. I waited in the car.

Fifteen minutes later, he opened the door a second time and waved me
inside.

"Your wife sucks cock like a pro."

I studied her face. She stared at her feet. A small white pearl of cum
clung to a loose strand of hair near her right cheek.

"She's an obedient little thing. You know, I think she gets a kick out
of it."

He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and pulled,
forcing her to look at him.

"You get your secret wish now, Sarah. We'll even let your husband
watch."

She whimpered and tried to shake her head. He jerked harder, arching
her neck back further. I was afraid it might snap if he pulled again.

"Please, no, don't make him watch, please!"

He studied her for a few seconds, then shot his familiar grin at me.

"OK, it looks like she wants me all to herself. Maybe she'll let you
watch next time, hubby. Have a seat. We won't be long."

I sat. He dragged her to the closest bedroom, left the door open, and
ordered her to strip him. I tried not to listen, but the endless
creaking of the bed put pictures in my head that I didn't want to see.

Twenty minutes later it was over. She returned to me, alone and naked.
Her belly and inner thighs were slick with his cum.

"He said we can go," she told me, with a dazed look.

I opened the door and put my jacket around her shoulders.

"No, I have to stay naked until we get home. He wants me back
tomorrow,
at the same time. I'm supposed to drive myself."

We drove home in silence, his cum soaking onto the fabric of the seat
as it oozed from the swollen, wet opening between her shaking thighs.


Surrendering Sarah

by Night Writer

Chapter 2

She retreated to the bathroom an hour earlier the following night.
When I didn't hear the shower, I quietly tried the door. It was
locked.

She appeared at 9:30, fished her keys from her purse, and headed for
the front door. She paused, and turned to look at me. I tried to read
what was in her eyes, but found I couldn't.

She had dyed her chestnut hair black, and wore a deep red shade of
lipstick I didn't recognize. Her flat little belly heaved in and out
just above the freshly shaved cleft that now seemed more his than
mine.

She looked away, opened the door, and ran into the night, ebony hair
rebounding again and again from bare, white shoulders. I heard the car
start, then pull away. It would deliver her, naked and cold, to
another
man - a man who's demands I refused to imagine.

--*--

By midnight, she was in our bed, beside me. Her bare arm was soft and
cool against my chest. A wet, fleshy thigh draped itself over my legs
as I lay in the darkness, unable to move or speak. She had to tell me
everything. He wanted it that way.

"He makes me keep him hard. I take his cock out when I get there, suck
it until he's hard, and keep it that way while I'm with him. He likes
to play with me. He pulls and twists my nipples. He licks me, um, all
over - my neck, breasts, tummy, then between my legs. He makes me
dance
to his favorite songs, like a stripper. He invited two of his friends
over to watch me. He made me play with myself in front of them while I
danced. He said he'd let them rape me if I didn't do as he wished.
After
they left, he carried me to his bed and had sex with me. He made me
beg
him to put his cock in me. He made me beg him to cum inside me. When
he
did, I had to thank him for filling me with his cum. He said I had to
tell you all this, and - oh god, I'm so sorry, Honey - that his cock
is
huge, so much longer and thicker than yours, and that I told him I'll
be his slut for as long as he wants me."

I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes were wide and uncertain,
just
inches away. She seemed precariously balanced between reality and
something even she failed to understand. She wanted comfort, sympathy,
and reassurance, while his semen dried to a thick paste between her
thigh and mine.

"He wants me again, tomorrow. I have to go. Please, forgive me."

There was nothing to forgive. I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep to
come quickly.

Surrendering Sarah

by Night Writer

Chapter 3


I left work early the next day. I couldn't concentrate. Images of her
wide mouth grasping and milking his cock, her bright eyes locked on
his, tortured me for hours.

At 3:30, I found the bathroom door locked again. He wanted her early
tonight. She would have to go to him naked, this time in broad
daylight. I could only stare as she paraded in front of me, nervously
heading for the door.

I had loved her silky, shoulder-length hair. He had made her cut it.
The few inches that remained was swept back off her face, heavily
gelled. She wouldn't have cut it for anyone - except him. He had taken
another piece of her, and owned her as surely as if she was bought and
paid for.

I watched her run to the car in her bare feet. I watched her fumble
with the key as she tried to unlock the door. I watched her, naked and
exposed, desperate to give herself to him as ordered. I watched her
drive away, her firm breasts gleaming milky-white in the late
afternoon
sun.

--*--

I answered the phone at 8:00.

"Want to know what your wife is up to, Hubby? She's on her knees in
front of me, her pretty little mouth sucking on the head of my dick. I
think she's beginning to enjoy this, aren't you Sarah. Of course, she
can't answer with her mouth full, but that enthusiastic nod is all the
answer I need.

"You should see her work. Absolutely the best head I've ever had.
She's
one hungry little bitch. Her tits are a little small for my taste, but
I love those hard little nipples. You should hear her squeal when I
twist 'em. Whew! Really gets me hot!

"The racket in the background is my company. A few buddies are hangin'
out here tonight. Sounds like the boys are gettin' a little rowdy.
But, you can't blame 'em. They've never partied with a piece of ass
like Sarah before. She puttin' on quite a show; those delicate
shoulders, tiny little waist, legs that go on for ever, and that cute
little ass - c'mon Honey, put that little ass in the air for the guys.
That's it. Damn, just like a fuckin' Barbie doll.

"Uh-oh. Looks like that's all it took to get Little Joe interested.
Just relax, Honey. You're gonna like this. He's really not all that
little, is he? Oh, man. She's takin' it all. How's it feel, Sarah?
Christ, you should see her face - she's in heaven. It's ok, you can
moan as loud as you want. Do it Sarah. Lets hear it. Can you hear
that?
Louder Sarah, for your hubby. Yeah. Yeah, that's it. Damn, I've seen
Joe go on like that for hours.

"She's on her hands and knees now, Sport, ass in the air, takin'
everything Little Joe has, doggy-style. And I think she's - yep, she's
cryin' like a baby. Tears of joy, I'd bet, wouldn't you?

"And isn't her new haircut great? Now I can watch every bit of her
pretty little face while she blows me. And it'll take half the time to
wash the cum out of her hair. Oh, that's right, I forgot. That's one
benefit you won't be able to take advantage of. I figure, until the
damage to my bike is paid, her body belongs to me. No sex, no
blowjobs,
that's zip for you, Sport. But don't worry. With my easy payment plan,
you'll have what's left of her back before you know it.

"Well, gotta go! It looks like Little Joe blew one hell of a load in
her and I hate to be last in line. Not that I mind sloppy seconds once
in a while, and what the hell, it's a party, right? If she's too tired
by the time I get to her, I'll roll her over, fuck her face to face. I
like to watch her eyes while she begs for my cock. Gets me off every
time.

"Later, man."

The line went dead. It would be a long night.

--*--

She tumbled into bed at 3:00 am. The smell of beer, cigarettes, and
sex was overpowering. She pressed against me, her fragile body damp
with sweat and semen. She sobbed as she pulled closer, arms and
legs wound tightly around me. Soon the sheets were cold and wet with
the cum of a dozen men, leaking from between her legs as though she
had
held every drop inside until her crying forced it from her like a
slow, fitful river.




Surrendering Sarah

by Night Writer

Chapter 4



Another slow day at work. It finally passed, but not without images of
my wife and the biker replaying in my head.

I drove home hoping he'd give her the night off. Two bikes were parked
in the driveway.

He stood facing me, just inside the door. Sarah was on her knees with
her back to me. She encircled the head of his cock with her thumb and
index finger. The harder she squeezed, the bigger and redder it
became.
Her other hand cradled his balls, lightly kneading one, then the
other,
exploring him with her fingertips. Her tongue worked feverishly under
the shaft of his cock. Moving lower, she took his balls into her
mouth,
tonguing and sucking at them.

He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look up at him.

"Good girl. Still hungry?"

Her lower lip trembled as she whispered, "Yes".

"I thought so. Show your husband your favorite treat, for being such
an
obedient little wife."

She sucked the swollen head of his cock into her waiting mouth, milked
him a few times with her small hands, and began to swallow her reward
as the hot, thick stream of semen filled her mouth.

She pulled away after milking every last drop from him, and began to
stand. He stopped her with a strong hand on each bare shoulder, and
pushed her back to her knees.

"Bad girl. What did we learn after getting our treat? Do I have to
punish you?"

She looked up at him with terror in her eyes.

"No, please. I'm sorry. Please don't punish me."

"Then, what do you say, Sarah?"

"Thank you for letting me drink your cum."

"Much better. Now get up. We need a little cooperation from Hubby here
to get tonight's party going. Oh wait, you missed a spot, right -
there."

He pointed to the corner of her mouth where a thin string of cum
crossed over her cheek. She carefully removed it with a shaking
finger,
then placed it in her mouth and sucked it clean.

He led me to our bedroom, then sat me in a chair. Sarah returned with
a roll duct tape and began to secure my wrists and ankles. She
couldn't
look at me. She cried as she worked. He stood behind her, a large hand
stroking her ass, then disappearing between her legs. I looked down
and
saw two thick fingers enter her. She gasped, opened her legs wider,
and
finished taping me to the chair. He tore off one last piece and placed
it over my mouth.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Little Joe stepped into the room, walked to my wife, and put a huge
arm
around her waist. His hand trailed down her belly, middle finger
finally working its way inside her. He grinned at his friend, then at
me. He was huge, bald, and covered with tattoos.

"Sarah, mind your manners. What do you say when you greet my friends?"

Slowly, she looked up into the face of the giant.

"May I drink your cum, please?"

He let out a sudden loud laugh.

"Man, you really have her trained right. Wish I could get my old lady
to do that! Sure, Honey, you can have all the cum you can swallow.
Here
you go."

He unzipped his jeans and waited for her to begin. Sarah reached
inside
with one hand and pulled his cock free. Her hands went to work,
rolling
and squeezing it from root to tip. Her eyes widened as it grew into a
massive, gnarled, column of meat. Once in her mouth, its branching
veins pulsed and throbbed, until he grunted and thrust his hips at
her.
I watched her soft throat convulse while she swallowed the streams of
cum that jetted into her delicate mouth.

After she was sure to get every drop, she looked up and recited what
was required of her.

"Thank you, Little Joe, for letting me drink your cum."

"Aww, ain't that sweet. She has manners, too. But I think you should
really thank limp-dick over there in the chair. He's why you're here."

She glanced at me, then back at him, eyes pleading for mercy.

"Please, he's my husband - I can't do this - anything else, but not
this."

"Hey, I thought you had her trained, man. Shit! I'm not asking you,
you
little cunt, I'm telling you! Thank the wimp, now!"

Six slow steps later she stood before me, her head lowered. Little Joe
devoured every inch of her with bulging, glassy eyes as his friend
pressed against her from behind, hands on her smooth shoulders. He
stroked her neck and played with her short, dark hair, whispering to
her while waiting for her response. I shook so violently that the
chair
rattled, inching slowly across the hardwood floor.

Her words hit me like a bullet to the chest.

"Thank you for letting me drink Little Joe's cum. . . I love taking
his
cock in my mouth. . . running my tongue over it. . .feeling it at the
back of my throat. . .it's so much thicker and harder than yours. .
.he
floods my mouth when he cums. . . so much more than the tiny squirt
you
give me. . .thank you for giving me a real man to suck."

I was screaming from behind the duct tape before she was able to
finish. I closed my eyes, shaking my head from side to side, trying to
erase each word, one by one, as they ripped at me from her moist,
swollen lips.

Then, opening my eyes, I watched through a curtain of tears as he
turned her to face him, pulled her close, and ravaged her mouth with
his invading tongue. She seemed to hang there, limp in his arms, as
though she no longer had the strength to resist. I tore my eyes away
when I saw her mouth open to him, her tongue wrestling with his.
She wore her defeat with frightening resignation. I wore mine with
anger and shame.




Surrendering Sarah

by Night Writer

Chapter 5


He held Sarah in his arms, grinding his cock into her belly,
whispering
softly close to her ear. She let her head fall back, exposing her long
neck to him. He sucked sloppily, stopping now and then to feast on the
white, velvet flesh. Her sudden brief cries brought a chuckle from him
each time he marked her with a sudden bite.

Then it began - at first in the tiniest voice she could manage, then,
each time, a little louder, until her words were unmistakable.

"Fuck me?"
"Please fuck me?"
"Please, Rock, put it in me?"
"Please fuck me?"
"Please put your cock inside me?"
"Fuck me?"
"Do it now, Rock."
"Show him, Rock."
"Show him how my belly swells with you inside me."
"Show him how you stretch me until I can't take any more."
"Please show my husband how much I love your cock."
"Show him, Rock."
"Show him."
"Please?"
"Please?"
"Please?"

She begged him over and over while he watched me struggle to escape
the
chair. I knew she was coached. I knew that he gave her each and every
word. I knew the moans and pleading were her only way of escaping a
punishment that brought terror to her eyes.

But she used his name. He hadn't given it to either of us, and we
didn't dare ask. But she knew it. She used it so easily, to beg for
his
cock. I fought to keep one brief seed of doubt at a distance. But it
was too late. He had planted it with a word. Rock.

He shoved her toward me until her knees met mine. Taking a fistful of
silky black hair, he bent her over me, until her hands found my
shoulders for support. Twisting her head cruelly to the side, he put
her soft lips against my ear. She knew better than to move an inch.

He circled behind her, leering at me over her shoulder. She lurched
forward as he moved tightly against her, giving me a hint of what was
to come.

"Do you want it, Sarah?"

She hesitated a few seconds, then began to whisper what I was to say.

"Please, Honey, tell him I'm ready. He'll punish me terribly if you
don't do as he says. Just say what I tell you. They're only words.
They
won't mean anything if you don't let them. Please, oh god, please."

I looked up to find him grinning as her lips moved softly against my
ear. I gave him what he wanted.

"She says she's ready."

The immediate laughter from Rock and little Joe was revolting.

"And what is she ready for, Sport?"

I swallowed twice and continued, using her words.

"She's ready for your big, thick cock."

"She wants *my* cock? Your precious wife is clinging to you, naked,
begging for *my* cock? Why is that, Sport?"

I couldn't say it. The words refused to come. Fuck him. No.

But she cried softly, pleading with me to tell him. I had never seen
her so terrified. Her body began to shake as she cried openly,
repeating, "Please, I love you, please, I love you, please, I love
you," until I had to be at least as strong as she tried to be.

"Because mine doesn't satisfy her anymore."

"Oh shit, Sport. That's a terrible thing for a wife to tell her
husband. I'll bet that really hurts! Why would she say that? I'd want
to know if she was my wife. Did she tell you why?"

"She says mine doesn't fill her cunt like yours does. She needs to be
stretched inside, and mine's not big enough."

"Well, she can't blame you for being born with a tiny dick now, can
she? Just doesn't seem right. I'm not sure I believe her. No man's
dick
could be *that* tiny. I think it's only fair to see for ourselves.
C'mon Sarah. Let's see it. You can't say things like that about your
husband without proof. Dig that monster out of his skivvies or quit
your bitchin'."

To my utter horror, she unfastened my pants and worked them down to my
knees. She tugged and tugged at my underwear, but I was so tightly
bound to the chair, she couldn't get them over my hips. Finally, Rock
produced a knife from his shirt pocket, leaned over, and cut them to
shreds. Sarah removed the pieces one by one.

Fear and embarrassment had shrunken my cock to the size of an acorn. I
had always considered it's size to be average, and Sarah had never
complained in our five years of marriage. Rock's hung from his open
zipper like a heavy rope. It swung like a pendulum, spilling out of
his
jeans, hanging like a rubbery piece of meat between his legs. Even
flaccid, its size shocked me.

"Holy shit, Joe. Take a look at this! Is that really a dick? I've
never
seen anything like it. In fact, it's hard to see it at all! It ain't
right, man. C'mon Sarah. Give him a boner. Give the guy a chance. It's
gotta get a little bigger, doesn't it?"

She knelt between my legs and pulled at it, trying to stretch it far
enough to milk it with her fingers. She pulled, rolled, and rubbed for
ten minutes, but I was too humiliated to respond. Finally, she took me
in her mouth and did all the things with her agile tongue that never
failed to make me hard - without success. They laughed and joked about
our frustrating attempts, which only made things worse.

Finally, she just gave up.

"I'm so sorry, Honey. I don't know what else to do. Can't you get just
a little bit hard? I don't want them to laugh at you, but I've tried
everything I can, and nothing seems to work."

Rock yanked her to her feet.

"I hate this whining. That's as big as he's gonna get. Give it up,
bend
over, and we'll finish what we started."

She leaned over me, her lips again brushing my ear. Rock moved in
close and rubbed
the tip of his cock into the tight slit between her legs.

"Let's hear some chatter, bitch. Now!"

I heard her gasp as he rocked her forward.

"Mmmm, he's putting the head of his cock inside me. I'm so wet. I want
all of him. He's sliding it inside me. Deeper, deeper. Oh god, such a
huge, hard cock, buried in your wife's tight cunt. I can feel his
balls
pressed against my clit. I'm so full of him. He's fucking me now, so
hard, so deep. Can't you feel how my body moves with him, impaled on
his giant prick? Yes, that's it. Faster. Faster. He's ready to cum in
me, Honey. I've taken his cock so many times, I can tell. Yes. Yes.
Yes, Rock! He's cumming inside me now, long, hot jets of cum, filling
me, flooding your wife's pussy. Empty your balls in me, Rock. More.
More. More. It feels so good to hold his sperm inside me, deep inside
where you've never been. It's flowing out of me now, sticky and warm
on
my legs. Sooo good. So good, Rock. So good, so good."

I listened as a familiar sound grew louder. They arrived over the next
thirty minutes, bike after bike filling our driveway. They paraded
through the house like it belonged to them, helping themselves to our
most private possessions. TVs, stereo, microwave oven, anything of any
value, was stripped and hauled away. Small souvenirs collected from
our
many vacations, picture albums, including one with the only memories
of
our wedding, and even our clothes, were thrown into cartons and
carried
off into the night.

The looting quickly became a party. Music blared from the living room
and the hiss of beer cans opening was everywhere. Rock made his
appearance and returned to the bedroom with six members of his gang.

"Guys, these are our hosts, Sarah, and her husband, Sport. Sarah's not
too happy with Sport tonight. What was it you said, Sarah? There never
seems to be a cock around when you need it? So they begged me to help
her out."

The room rang with their laughter as they pointed at my shriveled
dick.

"Now, what was it you told your husband to tell me? Think hard, Sarah.
I know that's a tall order for a bimbo like you, but it was just a
little while ago."

"I-I-I told him I was ready for a big, thick, cock."

Howls filled the room again. They leered at her as she hung her
head, trying not to look any of them in the eyes.

"Damn! Look at that body! She doesn't look like any wife I've ever
seen. Looks more like a Barbie doll to me! A livin', breathin', Barbie
doll. Hey, Barbie, here comes Ken!"

Ringo was a mountain of fat and sweat. She stood there, shaking, as
she watched his enormous bulk come to a stop in front of her. The
biker
grabbed her breasts and squeezed, over and over, dwarfing them with
his
bear-like paws. Rock went to her side, watching with a new
fascination.

"Hey, I like that, man. Barbie. . .Barbie. . .it's perfect! Hard
little
body, clueless as they come, stays in any position as long as you want
- yeah, Barbie the fuck toy."

The biker mauled her breasts while Rock took her by the hair and
turned
her face to meet his.

"I never liked 'Sarah'. My sister's name is Sarah. It's disrespectful.
You like 'Barbie' better anyway, don't you?"

She nodded her head the best she could while he twisted her neck as
far
as it would go to one side.

"Speak, Barbie. I know you can do it. Try reeeal hard."

"I like 'Barbie' better than 'Sarah'."

"Good girl! Now, what's your full name?"

She looked terrified.

"I-I don't know what to. . ."

"Christ! What an empty headed bitch! OK, we'll do this real slow, so
even you can remember. Ready?"

She nodded quickly, afraid of what would come next.

"Baaarbiee"

"Barbie"

"Fuck. . .toy"

"Fucktoy"

"Now, all by yourself. What's your name?"

She eyed the group of bikers around her, glanced quickly at me, then
looked immediately back at Rock.

"Barbie Fucktoy"

Rock's hands shot into the air, high-fiving the cheering mob that now
filled the room. The crowd edged toward her, backing her up against
the
foot of our bed. Rock took her hand and stepped up onto the mattress,
towing her behind him. The mob looked up at them and quieted as Rock
held his hands in the air again, this time to get their attention.

"Hey, quiet down, you freaks! Barbie has something she wants to say.
OK, Barbie, this may hurt that tiny little brain of yours, but try
really, really hard to remember. Now, go ahead, you mindless little
piece of meat, tell them what you want."

I could see the expression on her face as she looked down at me from
where she and Rock towered over the crowd. It was an equal mix of
fear,
exhaustion, and surrender. She knew what would happen after she
answered. She had known for hours. A fragment of what was once Sarah
broke free and retreated to a place where Barbie was born. It was an
act of desperation, done in a heartbeat. To Sarah, it was a fair
trade.

Her words were crushing.

"I'm ready for a big, thick, cock."

Cheers burst from the encroaching mob as she was lowered to the
mattress by scores of unseen hands. Four of the bikers lifted my
chair,
hoisting me to the top of the dresser for a better view.

They surrounded the bed, holding her arms and legs, while fifteen
pairs
of hands explored every inch of her body. Rock snatched a sweaty
bandanna from a bystander, wrapping it around her head as a blindfold.
Soon, fifteen erections sprouted from the circle of men closest to the
edge of the mattress.

Rock pointed to Ringo, and waved him onto the mattress. His bulk made
the bed sag and groan as he crawled between her slim thighs, now
stretched wide by the surrounding mob. He worked the head of his cock
into her gaping slit, and with one quick thrust, buried the entire
length of it in her belly. I saw her wince in pain, and heard her
sudden cry as the weight of his immense body drove his cock farther
inside her.

Rock appeared at her side in seconds, his jaws flexing, eyes full of
rage.

"Did I tell you to speak, Barbie? Did I? Huh? I don't think so. Now
stop whining like a baby and be nice to Ringo. You'll hurt his
feelings. And then I'll be very pissed off. Understand?"

She gave him two tiny nods, trying to keep from crying out as Ringo
plunged into her a second time. Rock stared into her face, waiting for
her make the slightest sound. Ringo pulled back, took a deep breath,
and grunted. He slammed into her a again, this time with enough force
to batter her cervix with the bulging head of his cock. The scream was
horrifying. Tears streamed down her face as she shook her head from
side to side. Rock was furious.

"Can't keep your mouth shut, can you. You stupid little slut!"

Ringo stopped to watch Rock in action. He enjoyed Rock's temper
tantrums, and grinned at Rock as she took his abuse. Just for fun, he
twitched his cock a few times inside her to try to make her squeal
again. She gritted her teeth and managed to stay quiet.

"Fine. You wanna use your mouth for something? Open it. Now. Good
girl.
I'll only tell you this once, so you'll have to use that empty little
head of yours. Understand? Good. You'll keep your mouth open until I
tell you to close it. Fuck up, and I'll cut you. Fuck up twice and
I'll
make your face look like a road map. Got all that, Barbie? You Sure?"

She nodded again, keeping her jaw open as far as she could. Her eyes
followed the gleaming blade of his knife as he folded it and returned
it to his shirt pocket.

"OK guys, she's all yours. Filler up!"

Six bikers knelt on the mattress beside her. They crowded around
her, rubbing their cocks over her hair and face. Her eyes darted
wildly
as they smeared trails of juicy precum over her cheeks and lips. When
one of the bikers forced the bursting head of his dick into her mouth,
her tongue brushed the tip of it, then pressed against it again when
she tried to avoid licking it a second time. He came instantly,
spraying long streams of the sticky goo against the back of her
throat.
With her mouth open and head back, she had no choice but to swallow as
much of it as she could. One by one, all six bikers filled her open
mouth as they masturbated over her. Six others took their place when
they were finished, and a line began to form. A second line at the
foot
of the bed took turns between her legs.

I watched for hours as they used her. After a while, no one had to
restrain her. She gave in to them, letting them fill her mouth and
cunt with load after load of fresh semen. It collected between her
legs
in a slimy puddle, oozing from her every time a new cock slid inside
her. Sometimes two or three of them would come in her mouth at the
same
time. She would choke and gag on the sudden flood of thick paste as it
collected in the back of her throat while trying to take every bit of
it in large gulps.

I lost count of how many men shot their cum into her before it was
over. The room easily held twenty-five or thirty of them, and the line
outside seemed endless. They partied until sunup, then were gone as
suddenly as they had arrived. They left us naked, in an empty house.

Sarah had to free me from the chair, still perched atop the dresser.
Her pretty face was ravaged with the aftermath of the night before. A
thick layer of cum, now partially dried, coated every inch of her
face.
Even her eyelids glistened with it, leaving her eyelashes matted and
stiff. Her short, black hair was drenched with pools semen. I
watched with disgust as large globs of the sticky mess left her once
silky hair, landing with tiny splats on her bare shoulders.

Surrendering Sarah

by Night Writer

Chapter 6



We spent the next day trying to put our life back together. Every
piece
of clothing we had was gone. I searched through stacks of cartons in
the basement, finally finding an old T-shirt and shorts that had been
used as cleaning rags. I looked like a vagrant, but they would have to
do.

Sarah had nothing at all to wear, so my day would be spent shopping
for
clothes for the two of us. I scribbled some quick notes before I left
to be sure I remembered her sizes, and what styles and colors she
preferred.

"I have to have some tops with my new name on them, pink ones."

I froze and stared at her. She still looked dazed and confused.

"Sarah, what do you mean? You can't be serious."

"Rock said I should be proud of my new name. He wants me to show
everyone how much I like it. He gave me this shopping list so Barbie
can dress like a bimbo all the time. I need some T-shirts that say
'Barbie' across the front, in big letters, so everyone knows my new
name. Get them a size too small, so my tits make the letters stand out
more."

"Honey, there's a limit to what we can get away with. Even Rock must
understand that. I can't let you humiliate yourself in public dressed
like that. People we know will see you. What will you tell them?"

My reasoning seemed to reach her. Her expression changed, and the
Sarah
I knew began to cry.

"I don't know what I'm going to do! What will I say to our friends, or
the people at work? Rock says I have to be 'Barbie the Bimbo' twenty-
four hours a day, until he tells me I can stop. If I don't dress and
act the way he wants, he'll hurt us, or worse. Look what his gang has
done to our home! They left us with a few sticks of furniture and a
cum-soaked bed. You don't know what he can be like. He's a psychopath,
and his friends are even worse!"

Her sobbing echoed through the empty house.

"We'll find a way - I'll find a way out of this. I've had enough. I'll
go to the police. He'll sit in prison for a long time for what he's
done. It'll be OK. I promise."

"Oh fine! Then what will we do? Move? Find new jobs? Change our names?
They'll find us eventually, wherever we try to hide. If it's not
Rock, it'll be one of those maniacs he hangs out with. Don't you
understand? We have no choice! If only you hadn't run over his bike!"

Her last words cut into me like a knife.

"I didn't run over his bike! I just touched it with the bumper! It
barely moved!"

"Well it doesn't make much difference now, does it? I'm the one who's
paying for it!"

"Oh, and I'm not? I just spent the night taped to a chair with my
pants
down while fifty bikers made jokes about the size of my dick!"

"You poor bastard! That's *much* worse than being raped by fifty
bikers, and having fifty more cum in your mouth! I feel *so* sorry
for you! Just go out and get what I'm supposed to wear so I can play
'Barbie the Fucktoy' while you sit around and watch!"

I stormed out of the house, tears streaming down my face, and drove to
the mall.

When I returned, Rock's now familiar bike was back in our driveway. It
took two trips to carry the bags and packages from Victoria's Secret
and Frederick's of Hollywood from my trunk to the front door. Rock's
shopping list had been a long one. I had to take the T-shirts to a
small kiosk in the middle of the mall to get the lettering applied.
Rock's note was specific - three were to be labeled 'Barbie', three
with 'Bimbo', and three more with 'Fucktoy', all in 4" flowery script.
It was an embarrassing day.

I heard Rock chuckling from the bedroom, and reluctantly went to check
on Sarah. He was lying on the bed, watching Sarah and a hard-bodied
redhead locked in a deep kiss, as the hot water from the shower
created
a cloud of steam that swirled around them. They held each other
tightly, tongues wrestling, hips grinding fiercely against each other.
She pushed Sarah's face to her breasts, holding her there until she
took the nipple in her mouth, moving her tongue over it until it
hardened between her lips. She feasted hungrily on both breasts,
fascinated with the pert mounds of velvety flesh.

"Sport, meet Betty. Looks like Barbie has a new best friend. I brought
Betty along to help clean her up, but once they got in the shower,
Barbie just couldn't keep her hands off her. Did you know she liked
redheads?"

Sarah moved lower, her tongue trailing over Betty's belly in large,
slow circles. Suddenly she stopped, looked up at her, and began to
beg.

"Please, can Barbie eat your pussy? Can I lick it until you cum?"

Shaking badly, I took a step back, stumbled, and fell. Rock roared
with
laughter.

"What's the matter, Sport? You think the view's better down there?
Just
stay put. The show's just started!"

I sat on the floor, fearing what Betty's answer would bring.

"My little pet must be hungry. Isn't your tummy still full of cum from
last night?"

"Barbie is Rock's fucktoy. He said I'm a much better cocksucker after
last night. But Barbie needs practice eating pussy. I want to be
a good pussyeater too. I want to be good at everything for Rock.
Please let me lick your pussy. Barbie wants you to cum with her face
in
your pussy."

"Hmmm. I don't know. I don't usually let empty-headed bits of fluff
like you anywhere near my pussy. But, because Rock's my man, and I
always keep *my* men satisfied, I'll let you eat me, on one condition
-
that you make me cum. If you don't, so help me, I'll drag you out into
the street and rape your asshole with the biggest strap-on I can find.
Well, what are you waiting for, you stupid little cunt - get started!"

Sarah buried her face between the redhead's legs, her tongue racing
over her swollen labia and clit. Betty's eyes widened as her head fell
back, her hands now stroking my wife's hair.

"Oh my God! Ohhhhh! Sweet Jesus! Rock, you really think she needs
practice??? Mmmmm, pet, you have a tongue with a mind of its own."

Rock couldn't resist one of his sick jokes.

"It has to be natural talent, Babe. She's too much of a twit to have
much of a mind anywhere else!"

It was sickening. Sarah licked and slurped at the redhead's cunt like
she was possessed. The shower rained down on her as she worked,
plastering her short hair against her head like a drowned rat. Betty
fell back against the warm tile, now thrusting and grinding against
Sarah's face. She pulled Sarah's head into her, holding her by the
hair, until finally she came, thrashing and bucking against her
battered face.

Rock broke into frantic applause.

"C'mon Sport. Give her a little credit! She finally found something
she's good at! Give her a hand, now!"

I sat and clapped as Betty pulled Sarah to her feet, holding her
obscenely in a long, wet kiss. Betty used the only towel to dry
off, then threw it back into the wet shower. She took Sarah by
the hand and brought her to us, dazed and soaking wet.

"Rock, I don't think she deserves the name 'Barbie'."

Sarah shot a terrified look at her.

"I think she should wear this for now."

She held up the tiny pink T-shirt that read 'Bimbo' across the front,
then handed it to Sarah. Sarah pulled it over her head without
question
and stretched it over her damp breasts. The thin cotton revealed every
detail of her nipples and clung to her belly like a second skin. Her
firm B-cup breasts strained at the fabric, obscenely emphasizing the
degrading nickname.

Rock liked what he saw, but was curious.

"Why not 'Barbie', Babe?"

"Look at her tits! Those aren't Barbie tits, *these* are Barbie tits!

She held a perfect C-cup breast in each hand and thrust them at us,
grinning proudly.

"You're right again, Babe. I guess she is too small to be a 'Barbie'."

Sarah stared at Betty's tits with envy, now afraid of disappointing
Rock, and losing her new name. Her lower lip trembled, and her eyes
began to tear.

"You know what we have to do, don't you, Betty?"

She grinned back at Rock and nodded.

"Barbie, how would you like a new set of tits, just like Betty's?"

I jumped to my feet, heart pounding like a jackhammer.

"You can't do this! This has gone far enough!"

I took a step toward him, and met his fist with my face. My skull rang
like a bell, and my nose spurted blood everywhere. I didn't even see
the punch coming. The pain was excruciating.

He just stood over me for a while, shaking his hand lightly.

"Sorry Sport, but you gotta learn to behave yourself. Now Barbie, how
would you like a pair of tits like Betty's? You'd look at lot more
like
a real Barbie. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She was still staring at Betty's breasts. She nodded slowly, then
looked back at Rock like a small, frightened animal.

"But, how, I mean, how would you make them bigger?"

"Now, how do bimbos usually make their tits bigger? You really are a
clueless little bitch, aren't you!"

"You mean, make me have surgery? Please, Rock, I'll do anything at all
for you, I mean anything, but don't make me do this. I hate hospitals.
I've always thought women with implants were. . ."

"What? Bimbos? Barbie bimbos?"

"I guess so, something like that."

"Don't worry, we know a great doctor, the same one who did Betty's. It
looked to me like you thought hers were good enough to eat a little
while ago! You'll look great!"

Betty circled her, as though she was inspecting a piece of meat. She
stopped in front of Sarah, playing with her breasts through the thin
T-shirt.

"Hmmm. What do you think, Rock? Let's make 'em really huge. No use
doin' it half-assed. She'd be a real cum magnet with a pair of double
Ds!"

Sarah broke away from her and ran to Rock. She fell to her knees,
unzipped his jeans, and slipped her hand inside.

"Please, Rock, don't do this to me! I'll be a freak! My breasts will
be
ruined! I'll suck you, Rock. I'll suck your big cock night and day, as
often as you want. You and your friends can fuck me, too, in front of
my husband if you want. I'll be your fucktoy. I won't even struggle or
fight. I can be very sexy, Rock. You'll see. You can have me any way
you like, and I'll make you believe I want more. I'll make my husband
believe it too. He's jealous because you have such a big, thick cock.
I can make him even more jealous, Rock, if that's what you want. Just
please, pleeease, don't turn me into a freak!!"

She freed his erection and milked it slowly with both hands. Then,
turning him to give me a better view, she sealed her lips around the
pulsing, rubbery head, all the while keeping her eyes on me. She ran
her tongue along the soft underside of the big cock filling her mouth.
Drool oozed from around her mouth and dripped onto her breasts,
darkening the bright pink material stretched over her hard nipples.

He let her finish. She moaned loudly as he shot stream after stream of
thick, salty cum into her waiting mouth. I watched in horror as her
fingers dug deeper into his ass, her throat welcoming every drop of
his
slimy seed.

Afterward she cleaned him. Her tongue traced every contour of his
cock,
leaving it shining with her saliva, her eyes locked on mine as she
licked and slurped. This wasn't my wife; it was someone, no, something
else.

Rock grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. He eyed her breasts,
still trapped behind the drool and cum-soaked 'Bimbo' on the
skin-tight
T-shirt.

"Don't worry your empty little head, Barbie. I think a nice large
C-cup
is just the ticket. I never was a tit man. More than a handful is a
waste anyway. Betty, get her some pants. We have an appointment with
the doctor."

Betty retrieved a tiny, white pair of shorts from one of the shopping
bags. She offered them to Sarah with a lecherous grin.

"Here you go, Honey. Wrap your pussy in these and lets get going!"

Sarah squeezed into them, but was barely able to stretch them over her
hips. They left most of her firm ass exposed. The thin material
instantly slipped into the slit between her legs, molding and
separating her meaty labia for all to enjoy. She might as well have
been naked.

They dragged her kicking and screaming from the house. My guts
churned as I heard her promise Rock more sickening acts of perversion
than I could have imagined. Then, in an instant, she was gone,
sandwiched between them on Rock's bike.

I don't remember much about the hour that followed, or the salesman
that took my money without question. I sat in the basement, stared at
the package for a long time, and finally unwrapped it. It was
surprisingly light in my hand. I saw Rock's face, the way it looked
the
first time he entered our lives, even then grinning like he owned us.
Then, I imagined that grin fading, as I pulled the trigger of the
empty
9mm over and over and over.



Surrendering Sarah

by Night Writer

Chapter 7


A week passed without a word from Rock or Sarah. On Sunday I opened
the
door to find one of Rock's friends holding a small package. He thrust
it toward me, hitting me in the chest with end of the cardboard box. I
reached for it and took a step backward, expecting him push by me, or
to at least tell me where Sarah was, or when she would be back. He
just
stood there and grinned, finally breaking into uncontrollable laughter
before climbing on his bike and riding away.

Inside, I opened the box to find a letter. It was written by Sarah,
probably with Rock's help, and was stained with streaks of sweat and
beer.


Dear Husband,

I'm writing to let you know that I've spent the week
with Rock and his friends, and that I'm doing my best
to please them. My new tits are perfect, a very full
c-cup, thanks to Rock and Betty. Rock told me I've
learned to suck cock so well, and have swallowed so
much biker cum, that he'd keep his promise not to
make me a freak with double-d tits. I'm really proud
of them; now I look just like a Barbie. Even Betty
agrees. I want you to thank them for my new tits. I
have - over and over again. They're so firm and round,
and bounce just a little when I walk or suck cock.
They're wonderful - so much better than my old little
titties. Now I can be a real Barbie and make Rock
so proud of me.

Last night Rock threw a celebration party for me and
my new tits. He really is so good to me. He invited
three more biker clubs to a cookout, and I was the
guest of honor. The guys ate steaks and drank beer
while I danced for them. They all loved my new tits
too. When I got tired and sweaty from dancing, they
sprayed me with beer from head to toe to cool me off.
After a while, they even let me drink some; in fact,
they wouldn't take no for an answer. I guess I drank
a lot, because I don't remember too much after that.
Later, Rock let me lie down on a nice soft blanket by
the fire. He told me how proud he was, and how
beautiful my face looked, covered with layers and
layers of beer and cum. I couldn't take my eyes off
his; it felt so wonderful to please him.

Then, his cock was inside me, stretching me, filling
me with its own praise. After a while, I couldn't help
myself. His words, his cock, his strong body sliding
over my wet belly and thighs; it was just too much,
and I wanted to please him so badly, to be the Barbie
he wanted me to be.

Finally, it happened. I'm so sorry Darling, but I lost
all control. I became Rock's fucktoy, moaning, screaming,
and thrashing while he buried his fat prick in me until
he came too, filling me with stream after stream of his
hot cum.

I'll be home this evening to show you my new Barbie
tits. I'm sure you'll love them as much as I do. The
tape is a present from Rock. He knew you would want to
see my party. I'm so sorry you couldn't be there, but
Rock said that he wanted me to taste everyone's cum,
and we all know that you wouldn't even be able to get
hard, much less cum in my mouth. Rock says your limp
little dick is wasted on me, and now that I've had
biker cock, you'll never satisfy me again. It hurts
when he tells me things like that. I want so much
for your cock to be big and hard like his. I want
you to fuck me and make me cum like Rock can. You
never used to have trouble getting hard. I'm worried
that you don't find me attractive anymore. Maybe
when you see my new Barbie tits you'll like my body
again, and will be able to stay hard long enough to
make me cum. Rock says I'm a clueless little bitch
when I say things like this, but I still have some
hope for you.

Rock wants you to watch the tape before I get home
so you can see what a good girl I was at my party.
Please do as he says so he doesn't get angry. He
promises he can make both of us so much more miserable
if we don't obey him. I don't want to see you hurt,
and he's capable of almost anything, as you know.

I have to go now. Betty's waiting to clean me up so
I can come home to you. We've showered together every
day this week. She loves to tie my wrists to the
showerhead and play with me while the hot water washes
over us. My nipples get so hard when she sucks on them.
She slides her vibrator into my pussy, then my ass. I
never knew that could feel so good. I can't cum for her
yet like I did with Rock, but I'm really trying hard to
please her. After the hot water is gone, she unties me
and lets me lick her pussy until she cums. She says
watching me on my knees, shivering under the cold
water while I eat her is my best Barbie trick yet.


Love,

Barbie



Had she become the fucktoy Rock had promised to make her, or was Rock
telling her what to write? I couldn't accept that she had become
Barbie
in such a short time. Her letter hinted that she was still Sarah, or
at least a part of her was, but I still couldn't be sure, even after
the third read.

The tape was four hours of endless agony. Each scene led to yet
another
that was almost too disgusting to watch. The four hours must have been
only part of a much longer party, and God knows what the tape didn't
show. But, Rock would have been sure to include the worst of the
worst,
knowing I would have to watch my wife offer her soft, innocent body to
more men than most women would have in a lifetime.

It was dark, so dark that the only visible features were those within
twenty feet of the huge bonfire. Sarah stood in front of the raging
fire, her ankle held by a ten-foot chain anchored to a nearby
tree trunk. She looked frightened and a little dazed as she waited
nervously in her tiny, pink "Fucktoy" t-shirt and matching panties.
Music blared from somewhere in the background, and an unseen crowd of
bikers began to chant, "Dance, dance, dance!" She did as she was told,
and I was shocked at the way she thrust her hips suggestively while
running her hands up and down over her swaying body.

In just minutes the chanting turned to, "Strip, strip, strip!" Without
the slightest hesitation she pulled the t-shirt up over her head and
threw it into the crowd. Her new breasts jutted from her chest, two
hard, round mounds that seemed to defy gravity. Rock hadn't made her a
double-d cup, but the swollen bubbles of flesh looked far from natural
on her tall, slim frame. Rock and Betty had succeeded in making her
the
closest thing to a living Barbie that I had ever seen.

She lowered the panties over her hips, letting them slide down her
long
thighs to the ground. She stepped out of them and tossed them into the
crowd to a sudden burst of cheers and applause. She approached the
crowd, dancing the best that she could until the chain stopped her.
Her
hands were everywhere - squeezing and twisting her hardened nipples,
running seductively down over her belly, and finally trailing between
her legs where two fingers disappeared into the long, narrow slit that
glistened in the red light of the flames behind her.

Her dancing slowed as she masturbated for the bikers, one hand still
caressing her new breasts. The crowd was in a frenzy by the time Rock
appeared beside her. They hushed as he raised both hands to quiet
them. He turned to Sarah and waited. She stopped and returned a look
of
sober uncertainty. Rock grinned and waited, until his patience grew
thin.

"Well? What do you say to greet a biker, Barbie? Come on, you cum-
hungry little slut, use that empty head for something other than a
sperm bucket!"

I could see the humiliation in her eyes as she finally understood.

"Please Rock, may I drink your cum?"

"What? Just my cum? That's not very polite, Barbie. What about your
guests?"

She turned her head slowly, taking in the surrounding mass of over one
hundred men, now more hungry for Barbie than steak. Her lower lip
trembled, and she had to try twice to get the words out.

"P-Please let me drink everyone's cum."

The crowd went wild with cheers while the men closest to her fought to
get to her waiting mouth, their bobbing erections closing in on
her in a tight circle. I saw her take an immense penis in her mouth
just before she disappeared behind a wall of eager volunteers and the
scene faded to black.

The next scene was horrifying. The fire had died a bit, but Sarah was
still chained in front of it, now alone on her knees, sobbing quietly.
Her face was almost unrecognizable under the thick layer of semen. Her
shoulders, breasts, and belly were slick and sticky, and globs of cum
fell from her hair and chin, adding to a small puddle that formed
slowly on the trampled earth before her. How long had it been? How
many bikers had masturbated into her mouth and face? One hundred or
more? Impossible. I just couldn't believe it.

Rock appeared next to her and helped her to her feet. He wiped the cum
from her eyes with both hands, then, grinning, placed his sticky
fingers on her lips until she sucked them clean.

"Time to dance for your guests again, Barbie. They're getting bored,
and my parties are never boring."

She stared wildly at him, barely able to stand on her own.

"Please Rock, I don't think I can. I want to, but I'm so tired. I feel
like I'm going to be sick. I've never swallowed this much cum before.
Please don't make me dance again. Please Rock. I just can't."

"You whining little bitch! This is your party! And you don't even
appreciate it! You really are a stupid bimbo, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?"

The muscles of his face twitched with rage as she cowered and cried.

"Yes Rock, I'm a stupid bimbo! Please don't hurt me! I'm a slut, an
empty-headed cum-drinking slut. I'm sorry, I'm sooo sorry Rock. I'll
do
it. I'll do it for you, Rock. I'll dance for them. You'll see. I'll
dance and play with myself and let them do anything they want to me.
I'll - I'll. . ."

"Now that's my Barbie! We'll clean you off, and you'll be just like
new
again, ok?"

Sarah nodded her head, relieved and shaking.

"C'mon all you freaks! Barbie needs a shower!"

The unruly mob appeared at once out of the darkness, again closing in
around her. Fifty cans popped at once, as jets of cold beer hit her
from every angle. She shrieked and covered her face with both hands as
the freezing spray soaked her, all the while trying to dance for Rock.
He stood there and clapped as the last of the beer dripped from her
body.

"Nice try Barbie! Now you get to learn a new trick. It's called a
bottle dance. Now concentrate real hard, Barbie. Here's what you do."

The scene faded again, then returned. The fire burned brighter, its
flames climbing high into the night sky. Sarah squatted in front of
it,
her naked back welcoming the heat. Rock walked to her, opened a fresh
Bud long-neck, and set it on the ground under her. Slowly, carefully,
she lowered herself over the bottle and sank down over the length of
it, taking the slim neck inside her. Oohs and ahhs escaped the
captivated crowd as she squatted naked in front of them, impaled on
the
cold glass. She stared straight ahead as if in a trance, then began
pumping the bottle with short, furious strokes. Soon a thick foam
poured from her, flowing over her slender hands in a sudden gush. She
continued to shake the bottle until half the beer had escaped inside
her, then removed it, brought it to her mouth, and chugged the rest.

By the third bottle, I was shaking violently, barely able to watch the
degrading spectacle. Sarah was expressionless, her eyes locked
somewhere in the distance, as another small piece of her was taken,
used, and discarded. The scene faded after the sixth bottle.

Seconds later, Betty was beside her watching with fascinated
amusement.
Sarah was surrounded by more empty bottles than I could count. No
longer able to squat over the bottles, she sat in the dirt with legs
spread, clumsily trying to stuff one more long-neck into her reddened
slit. Betty reached down and took the bottle from her, now laughing
out
loud.

"Why Barbie, you little slut. I think you're drunk! What would your
husband say if he saw you like this, trying to fuck beer bottles in
the
dirt like a sow in heat?"

Sarah lowered her head in shame as beer continued to trickle from her
swollen pussy onto the ground between her legs. She lost her balance,
fell to one side, caught her fall with an outstretched arm, and pushed
herself upright again, now looking up at Betty with tears in her eyes.

"I'm s-s-sorry, Betty. I d-don't feel so good. I-I'm just sooo dizzy.
I
can't - "

"'I can't, I can't, I can't.' Is that all you know how to say, slut?
You're dizzy all right. You're dizzy enough to be Barbie's retarded
sister! How dare you get drunk and ruin Rock's party! You're the
entertainment, for Christ sake!"

"I'm s-sorry Betty. I'm d-doing the b-best I can. . .but -"

"Quit your blubbering, slut. You'll just have to do something extra
now
to make Rock's party a success. He gets furious when someone fucks up
a
good party. Do you hear me, slut? Answer me!"

"I hear you, Betty. I'll do whatever you want me to. P-please don't
tell Rock I ruined his party. I'll do anything. . ."

"You're damn right you will."

Betty retrieved the end of the chain from a nearby tree, then moved
the
other end from Sarah's ankle to a thick leather dog collar that she
secured tightly around her neck. She gave the chain a few hard tugs,
then pulled Sarah to her feet.

"Since you seem to like wallowing in the dirt like an animal, you'll
be
my pet cunt for the rest of the evening. Tonight you're a cunt on a
leash, nothing more. You'll follow me on your hands and knees wherever
I go, do whatever I say, without any whining. Do you understand,
Cunt?"

"Y-yes Betty. I'll try to be a good cunt for you. I promise."

"Quiet, Cunt! Unless I tell you to speak, a nod of that empty head is
how you answer. Understand?"

Sarah nodded quickly, trying to focus on her instructions through a
drunken haze.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get down in the dirt where you
belong!"

Sarah fell to her knees, choking and gagging when the chain pulled her
collar tight. Betty chuckled, then let her have enough chain to crawl
on her hands and knees. Sarah looked up, waiting for her first
instructions.

"Don't look at me, Cunt! You're only a cunt, remember? Cunts don't
have
faces. Keep your head down, and don't embarrass the guests!
Understand?"

Sarah lowered her head and nodded, not daring to look away from the
beer-soaked mud beneath her.

Betty circled her a few times, inspecting her new pet.

"Oh my, Cunt. It looks like you're in heat! Your pussy's so red and
juicy! Are you in heat, Cunt?"

Sarah nodded enthusiastically, remembering to keep her face lowered.

"Well, my little pet. If you behave, maybe we can find a nice big
cock for you tonight. Would you like that, Cunt?"

Sarah nodded again as she felt the thick leather collar dig into the
soft skin beneath it.

"I'll bet you would, you little tramp. But you have to let all those
big cocks know that you're ready for them. Since you're a poor dumb
animal, I'll have to teach you how. Listen carefully, Cunt.

"When you're not crawling along in the dirt, I mean each and every
time
we stop to visit a guest, you'll arch your back, spread your legs, and
hold that wet, ripe pussy in the air, just like an animal in heat
should. Now, let me see you try it."

And then, like a bitch in heat, Sarah thrust her ass in the air and
spread her knees as far as she could. Her swollen labia protruded
obscenely, still moist with beer. Betty had reduced her to less than
an
animal. She was a cunt, and only a cunt. It was a disgusting sight.

"Good, Cunt. Very good! Now for the most important part. Make that
hungry little pussy move. Open and close it, again and again. C'mon,
Cunt! Use the same muscles that you use to milk Rock's prick. Tighten
them, then relax. Let all those big hard cocks out there see what it
can do to them! That's it! Excellent! Good Cunt!"

Her pussy unfolded, then tightened, over and over, showing its wet,
pink depths for a few seconds, then hiding them again with plump,
freshly shaved flesh. How could I have let it come to this? Would
Sarah
ever be the same? Somehow, I had to stop this, before we were both
changed forever.

The camera followed them as they wandered through the crowd, stopping
occasionally to film Sarah silently beg for the nearest cock with her
small, round ass in the air. Few of the bikers could resist. They rode
her like an animal, humping her as she struggled to stay still and
quiet. As the word spread, a line formed. Betty stood at the head of
it, telling each waiting biker how cock-hungry her new pet was, and
that the harder they fucked her, the better she liked it. One of the
men slammed into her brutally, pushing her face into dirt before
exploding violently inside her.

As the last biker buried his cock inside her, Betty knelt beside her,
lifting Sarah's face to look into her eyes.

"Moan a little for me, my pet. Let him know how good his cock feels
inside you. Moan like you moan for your husband, then moan louder,
like
you moan for a real man."

She began softly, with the familiar little noises I knew all too well.
Betty moved closer, placing her mouth over Sarah's, stabbing at her
with her tongue. She kissed her hard and deeply, muffling Sarah's
quiet
moans. Then came the sounds I had never heard before, deep long,
throaty moans that were more like an animal's than my wife's. They
grew
louder and louder as Betty sucked at Sarah's mouth, and the biker
plunged into her from behind. Her fragile body rocked back and forth
as
they invaded her from both ends, until the last of the bikers emptied
his cum into her and left. The scene faded as Betty led her
away at the end of her leash into the darkness.

The final scene was the worst. The party had become quiet bits of
conversation here and there by those still sober enough to stay awake.
The fire had died to a wide circle of glowing embers, releasing a
column of gray ash and smoke into the night sky. Silhouetted by the
red
glow, Sarah mounted him, guiding the head of his cock between her
legs.
She lowered herself on it slowly, until the full length of it was
buried inside her. Her eyes were locked on his, and the faint light
showed just enough detail to make out Rock's sickening grin. She began
to rise and fall on his rigid meat, impaling her slim body with the
thick shaft of warm flesh that stretched and filled her in ways I
never
could. She moved faster, panting and drooling as she fucked him.
Small little cries that I recognized from our own lovemaking escaped
her, evenly spaced between gasping breaths. Rock urged her on,
whispering to her as his gaze paralyzed her. Sarah's words stabbed at
me from the darkness.

"Oh, Rock...it feels so good...so big and hard inside me...Barbie
loves
your cock...Barbie wants you to cum inside her...Barbie wants you to
make her cum too...oh God, you're so huge...sooo good, Rock...so
fucking good...fuck me, Rock...fuck me harder...I'm your
fucktoy...harder, Rock...please, harder...oh God, you're making me
cum,
Rock...I'm cumming now, Rock. . . "

In a second he was on top of her, pumping and grinding his cock inside
her heaving belly. Her fingers dug into his ass as she tried to pull
more of him inside. He grunted sharply as the first jet of semen
entered her. Sarah moaned one last time, a long, low, guttural tone,
the sound she had only made looking into my eyes. The scene faded
slowly as she thrashed and cried, cumming wildly at the end of Rock's
plunging prick.



Surrendering Sarah

by Night Writer

Chapter 8




By eleven o'clock I had given up hope. Then, ten minutes later, the
doorbell rang. It was Sarah, or what was left of the Sarah I knew. She
stood there in the doorway as if she was unsure whether she had the
right house. She finally managed a warm smile, and I realized she was
waiting for me to invite her inside. I was stunned by her new look.
The
pink "Barbie" t-shirt had been trimmed to show her long, slim waist,
leaving just enough material to make sure the now distorted lettering
was intact. Her new breasts strained against the thin cotton,
stretching it so tightly that the bottom curve of each hard ball of
flesh peeked from beneath it. White stretch-pants covered her like a
second skin from waist to ankles. Her hips swayed as she struggled to
keep her balance, poised precariously on the hot pink six-inch
heels. As she stepped through the door, I noticed the seam down the
front of her pants had been partially split, just enough to allow her
plump labia to escape when her legs were not pressed tightly together.

Once inside, her smile widened. She walked slowly toward me, greeting
me with a tight hug. Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot and sweet
on my neck. She was an inch taller than I in her six-inch heels,
and the solid flesh of her new breasts felt alien against my chest.
Her
hand found the fly of my slacks, and easily worked its way inside,
milking and rolling my cock with surprising skill. She nibbled my ear,
while a voice I didn't know oozed from her lips like warm honey.

"Mmmm. That's it. Get it hard for me. I'm sooo hot for it. My pussy's
so wet. I need you inside me, to fuck me, to make me cum. Ooohhh, yes.
I need a cock in me. Please put your cock in me. Please put your cock
in Barbie. Barbie will make you cum too. Barbie will be your fucktoy.
Barbie will suck you, drink your cum - "

I broke free and shoved her away. She fell backwards, falling on her
ass with her legs in the air, her wet slit glaring at me from between
the pink high heels.

"Stop it! Stop it, Sarah! This has to stop! Can't you see how you're
acting? You're not Barbie! You're Sarah, my wife! Don't let them do
this to you! You're home now - you're safe! You don't have to play
Barbie now! Just be Sarah. Please, please, just be Sarah, my wife. Oh
Christ, what have I done? What have I let them do to you?"

She sat there on the floor watching as I went from rage, to
helplessness, to utter despair. My hands shook violently, still
suspended in the air from the sudden push I gave her. She stared at me
with the pathetic look of a confused animal. The tiny pink top had
released both breasts, now mounted ludicrously on her chest like two
fleshy grapefruits.

Her flat belly began to shake. A single tear rolled down her cheek,
landing in the deep valley between her breasts. She cried harder,
finally becoming hysterical. I knelt beside her, cradled her head in
my
arms, and cried with her. Soon a part of Sarah came back to me,
defeated and humiliated.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, Honey. I don't know what happened to me. I
was
so exhausted, so drunk, so tired of fighting them - I can't believe I
did those things. And - oh, God - how could I have let another man
make
me cum? How can you ever forgive me? Now you'll never want me again!
I'm filthy - a filthy slut - just a filthy, filthy slut. . . "

She ranted on for a while, then quickly collapsed into a deep sleep.
After carrying her upstairs to bed, I tried to undress her, but the
clothes clung so tightly to her limp body that I gave up and tucked
her in as she was. She never stirred.

Later that night I found myself back in the basement with a bottle of
my favorite scotch, pouring glass after glass of courage to end this
nightmare once and for all.


-*-


I let her sleep the next morning, calling her boss as usual to let him
know Sarah was still under the weather, but would return soon. I
didn't
have the same luxury. I owned my own company, and had missed too many
days over the past week.

At work, the hours dragged on, until I finally called Sarah at noon.
She answered in a groggy voice, but sounded more and more like the
Sarah I knew. I told her I'd be home early and to get some rest. She
said she'd try. She sounded so small and fragile I felt guilty for
leaving her alone.

She seemed brighter that evening, more alert and centered than I'd
seen
her in a week. She had dinner ready when I stepped through the door,
and spoke calmly while we ate.

"Rock's leaving town tomorrow. He and his friends are riding to the
west coast for a while. I don't think he'll bother us again. He said
we've paid our debt to him. We'll be ok now."

I looked across the table, studying her to make sure she was serious.

"He said that? He said that we're even? He's leaving town?"

"Well, yes. He said that after he had sex with me, and made me, um,
cum, that there was nothing else left to take from us - and that I
should name the baby after him. Don't worry, I'm not pregnant! It was
just his way of leaving us with a final insult. So typical of the
slimy
bastard. Anyway, he's gone. Will you be ok?"

"Me? How about you??"

"I don't know. I think we have a lot of things to try to forget. If
you'll try, I'll try too. We'll take it a day at a time - maybe an
hour
at a time, for a while. I still love you. Try to remember that."

She sat there in her white cotton blouse like she had so many other
nights, trying to be strong for me, trying to reassure me after all
she
had been through. But tonight that blouse was fuller, the middle two
buttons straining to contain the bulging mounds of flesh inside. Some
things would be harder to forget than others.

After dinner I relaxed under the hot spray of a much-needed shower
while Sarah called a co-worker to prepare for her return to the office
the next day. Although a hundred horrors still raced through my mind,
the relief I felt was exhilarating, and seeing Sarah padding about the
empty house in a pair of my old slippers, her bright eyes now offering
hope and forgiveness, brought a new optimism for our recovery and
future together.

She was still on the phone when I dried off, so I wrapped myself in my
thick, new robe and decided to catch up on some reading until she
finished. As I sat on the edge of the bed, a sudden thunk startled me.
I looked down to see my loaded 9-mm on the floor. I had hidden it
under
the mattress the day before, and had forgotten it was there. It was
odd
how unfamiliar and menacing it looked lying there, after having spent
so many intimate hours with it plotting the route to our freedom. I
pushed it back between the mattress and box springs, planning to
dispose of it when Sarah wasn't around. No need to scare her.

"Honey, could you come here for a minute?"

I smiled to myself as I left the bedroom, certain that she needed help
with the VCR, or some other gizmo that was my specialty.

Betty and her friends stood just inside the front door. Sarah was
naked, facing them with her back to me. She knelt between a petite
blonde's legs, her face buried in her crotch, feverishly licking and
slurping as the others looked on with approval. Sarah's hands clutched
the girl's thighs as her assault escalated. I could hear the wet,
sucking sounds from where I stood across the room. Betty grinned and
winked at me, amused by my surprised look.

"Sport! Nice to see you again! The girls and I just dropped by to see
if Sarah can go with us tonight. We're celebrating our last night in
town, a kind of "girls night out". I'm sure you won't mind, will you?
This is my friend Shayla, and her friend Stacey. Oh, sorry, it looks
like Stacey and Sarah are busy at the moment, getting acquainted and
all."

Shayla stood to her right. She was six feet six inches of lean, black
muscle that looked like she meant business. Her long, black leather
coat opened in the front to reveal a black thong and black leather
halter that barely contained her huge breasts. A small, gold charm
dangled from a gold ring that pierced her navel. Cornrows lined her
perfectly rounded skull, and tangles of black braids woven with multi-
colored beads parted over her shoulders, clattering like tumbling dice
when she turned to sneer at me. She held an elaborately braided leash
ending at a short loop of chain that was Stacey's collar. She was the
image of a proud, African princess - with an attitude.

Betty produced a plastic garment bag and offered it to me as Shayla
watched Sarah with a critical eye.

"We even brought her something nice to wear tonight. I think she
deserves a better wardrobe than those tacky T-shirts you bought for
her. She'll look much nicer in this."

I took the heavy bag and stood there in my robe, still in shock.

"Well, sport! The least you can do is help the girl get ready! If you
can't fuck her, maybe you can dress her. While you're at it, give her
a
shower and wash her hair. We want to look hot tonight - all of us!"

Shayla gave Stacey's leash a nasty yank, reeling her in next to her.
Stacey glanced at Sarah, then allowed a pent-up giggle to escape.
Shayla exploded, shrieking at Stacey, inches from her face.

"Insolent little bitch! I will not tolerate simple-minded outbursts
from the likes of you! Explain yourself, Pet, or you'll be very, very
sorry!"

Stacey couldn't suppress another giggle before continuing.

"It's her! It's her, Mistress!"

Shayla studied Sarah for a few seconds, then returned her attention to
Stacey.

"Who - is - 'HER'?? Tell me! Now!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress. It's Sarah Breckenridge. I know her from work.
She's an accountant there. I'm one of her secretaries. It's just that,
that, well, she's a real bitch. She thinks she's better than all of
us.
I just wasn't sure it was her at first. I'm sorry for laughing without
permission. Please forgive me?"

Shayla and Betty exchanged surprised stares, then broke into roaring
laughter. Shayla took Stacey's face in her hands and kissed her hard
on
the mouth. She seemed to melt in Shayla's hands, pressing her slim,
white body against yards of hard, brown flesh.

Shayla hugged her as she grinned at Betty over Stacey's shoulder.

"You're forgiven, Pet. Not only are you forgiven, I'll see to it that
you have a night to remember - for a long, long time."

Her grin widened as Sarah and I trailed off into the bedroom with her
new clothes.

As we approached the bathroom I heard Sarah muttering to herself in
front of me.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

I stopped and turned her to face me. Her eyes were red and glassy, her
face pale and drawn. She still looked exhausted.

"I'm so sorry, Hon. I wish there was something I could do. Who would
have guessed that she'd come back for one last night? But it's one
night, then they're gone for good."

"One night! Don't you understand? I have to go back to work tomorrow!
It was going to be hard enough explaining my hair and tits, but now I
have to deal with her! Stacey's the worst gossip in the entire firm.
We
didn't get along to start with. The little slacker is always looking
for ways to get out of doing her job. She'll make my life a living
hell!"

"Ok, so quit. Don't even go back. You're great at your job. I'll bet
you can find another one in a week. We'll work it out."

"Work it out? Work it out? That's easy for you to say! I've spent nine
years clawing my way to the top. Do you have any idea how rare that is
for a woman in this city? I'll be a partner any day now. And you
expect
me to just walk away, start over? I'll tell you what, 'Sport'. Why
don't you just give up your business and start over? Think you can
work
that out?"

She was nearly hysterical, crying and screaming at me at the top of
her
voice. Shayla appeared behind us, scowling and clearing her throat.

"I'll tell you what, Sport. If you don't shut her up and get her in
the
shower, neither one of you will be able to start over. Allow me to be
crystal clear. I'm already late for what began as a chance to spend
some quality time with my friends. I'm a very impatient person. You're
wasting my precious time with your pathetic whining. Get her ready,
now, before I lose what little control I have left. You have thirty
minutes. After that, I drag her naked into the street whether she's
ready or not. Understand?"

She stood there waiting, ebony muscles flexing behind black leather. A
chill ran through me when I realized she planned to watch every minute
of Sarah's grooming.

I adjusted the shower the way Sarah liked it, and helped her in. She
picked up the soap and began lather it over her arms and shoulders.
Shayla shouted orders from the doorway.

"Give the soap to him, Sarah! It's his job to clean you. And Sport,
get
that robe off, get in there with her, and get started! NOW!"

I dropped the robe on the floor and climbed in beside her. Shayla's
eyes devoured us as I pulled the shower curtain closed. She was there
in two long strides. The curtain exploded outward as she jerked it
free, finally tearing the aluminum rod from the wall above us.

"Don't get cute, Sport! Get busy!!"

I moved the soapy wash cloth over Sarah's body, taking humiliating
instructions from the black amazon. It was the first time I had
touched
her new breasts, and I was shocked at how tight and hard they were as
I
covered them with a foamy coating of soap. She told me how to wash
between Sarah's legs, first parting her smooth labia with one hand,
then rubbing her clit in small, slow circles with the soapy cloth.
Sarah scowled at me the entire time. The sharp fingers of steamy
water washed tear after tear from her face as Shayla enjoyed every
second of her misery.

I lathered her hair with shampoo, rinsed it, and started over, per
Shayla's instructions. The familiar handfuls of chestnut brown were
now
two-inch strands of jet-black fluff with cinnamon roots.

I finally led her from the shower, drying her from head to toe as
Shayla watch every move. She came a few steps closer, fingering and
parting Sarah's hair.

"Hmmm. This won't do. Not at all. You need something that screams,
'I'm
Barbie, and I'm the fuck of your dreams!'"

She searched through the bottom of the garment bag for a few seconds,
and retrieved a small plastic bottle.

"This should do the trick. I'll see to it myself."

Twenty minutes later Sarah's ermine hair was a blinding platinum
blonde. Shayla was proud of her work. She circled Sarah repeatedly,
running her hands through Sarah's shocking white mane.

"Now that's Barbie hair! You should wear it longer, though. Men love
the feel of long, soft hair on their cocks. Why do you wear it so
short?"

"Rock said it would be easier to wash the cum out of it. He likes it
this way."

Sarah's tone was defensive, and surprised Shayla.

"Well, Rock's leaving tomorrow, and I don't give a shit how long it
takes you to get the spunk out of your hair, so you'll wear it longer
from now on, understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

Shayla handed me the plastic garment bag and ordered me to get Sarah
dressed quickly. Its contents both confused and appalled me. I emptied
the unfamiliar items onto the bed and began to sort them according to
size. Sarah stood helplessly beside me, too embarrassed to offer any
assistance. Shayla came to the rescue with her usual blatant
instructions. I cringed when Sarah modeled the results for us.

The white spandex shorts barely covered her ass, and clung to the
inner
folds of her pussy like wet tissue paper. A black fishnet crop-top
exaggerated the fullness of her new breasts, exposing the long lines
of
her narrow waist. White lace gloves ran from fingertips to elbows, and
fluffy white anklets topped her hot pink, six-inch heels. A brief,
pink, pvc motorcycle jacket and matching pink cap completed the
outrageous outfit. She couldn't have looked more like a hooker if she
had carried a sign that read "Fuck me!".

Just as they ushered Sarah out the door to the waiting limo, Rock
arrived. He had been drinking all day, and didn't hesitate to grab
Sarah, giving her a long, wet kiss. Betty waved him off, telling him
it
was "girls night", and that he'd have to catch up with them later, if
he could find them. Never one to turn down a challenge, he revved his
bike and started off after them. At the end of the driveway he
stopped,
looked back, and motioned me over.

"C'mon Sport! Hop on! Let's go, before we lose them!"

I straddled the jarring machine in my bathrobe, trying to hold on and
keep the robe closed while he sped after the black limo. We followed
it
for thirty minutes, finally stopping in the middle of a cluster of
warehouses near the waterfront.

The girls got out and walked fearlessly along the dark street, passing
one dingy, yawning entrance after another, until, rounding a corner
into a narrow alley, a flickering neon sign glowed ominously in the
thickening fog. A single figure cast a long shadow on the damp
concrete. He wore a tuxedo, and seemed oblivious to the rain that had
just begun to fall. The sign over his head read, "Leather & Lace". He
stood in front of a heavy steel door, guarding it with his
well-muscled
bulk.

The girls approached to within twenty feet of the brute, then
stopped, chattering quietly among themselves. Rock and I jogged to
catch up to them. We arrived just as they sent Sarah over to him,
looking every bit the well-oiled sex machine. She strutted like a
whore, her hips swaying invitingly as the bouncer watched her with a
contemptuous grin. Everyone waited in hushed anticipation for her to
reach him. Shayla passed a tiny camcorder to Stacey, who giggled
quietly while she taped Sarah's every move. The next words we heard
were Barbie's.

"Hi. I'm Barbie."

He looked her over, eyes stopping on the fishnet top, where her
nipples
had worked through the coarse netting.

"I'll bet you are," he laughed. "What can I do for you, Barbie?"

"My friends and I are looking for a party. Can we go in?"

"Well, Barbie, this is a private club. Are you a member?"

She pouted a few seconds, then shook her head.

"I didn't think so. Sorry, if you're not a member, I can't let you in.
Of course, sometimes if a young lady is very nice to me, I can be
persuaded to make an exception. Can you be very nice to me, Barbie?"

Her eyes widened and she nodded enthusiastically. Then, without
another
word, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Opening his fly,
she searched inside his pants until she pulled his cock free. She
licked the underside of it in one long stroke, starting at his balls,
then continued up to the tip where she eagerly sucked a sticky droplet
of precum into her mouth. He held her head in both hands, tilting it
up
to look into her face.

"Beg, Barbie. Show me how grateful you can be - if you want in, that
is."

Her voice changed pitch, becoming almost childlike. She whined and
pleaded like a little girl. His cock grew hard and thick as she ran
her
delicate fingers over the length of it, stopping at the base to trace
lightly over his balls. Stacey's hands shook as she struggled to keep
the camcorder still, doing her best to capture every word and gesture.

"Please let me suck your cock. It's sooo big and thick. So juicy and
tasty. Barbie loves cock. I get so wet when my mouth is fucked by a
huge cock like yours. I'll drink your cum, too. I won't spill a drop,
I
promise. Can Barbie suck you now, pleeeease?"

She didn't wait for his answer. Her mouth was full of him seconds
after
she ran out of words, sucking and slurping the hard meaty shaft while
she pumped him with both hands. He came with a long moan, pounding her
throat with his cock while his strong hands grasped her by short
strands of platinum hair. She choked when he hit the back of her
throat, allowing trickles of semen to leak from both corners of her
mouth. The camcorder whirred as Stacey zoomed in for her closeup.

The bouncer waited until she cleaned him, then helped her to her feet.

"That was ok, Barbie. I've had better, but you get extra points for
the
slutty outfit. Tell you what. Sweeten the pot a little and I'll get
you
and your friends inside. What do you say to, oh, $200, each?"

"Um, well, I don't have that much cash on me."

She dug into the tiny pink purse, sifting through its contents.

"I-I have this credit card. Will that do?"

He plucked it from her hand, chuckling at her predicament.

"This will do just fine, cutie. Get your friends and let's go inside."

She turned and waved to us with a lacy white glove. Betty was beside
her before the bouncer opened the door.

"Barbie, aren't you going to thank the nice man?"

He faced her and waited.

"Thank-you for letting me suck your cock. You're cum was delicious."

He looked at Betty, grinned, and raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know where you found her, but they're gonna have a ball with
her tonight. Follow me, everybody."

Once inside, "Leather & Lace" was worse than I imagined. A live heavy-
metal band assaulted us with the earsplitting whine of guitars from an
elevated stage across the cavernous room. We entered at the balcony
level where the bouncer swiped our credit card to pay his inflated
cover charge. As he handed it back to Sarah, I saw his hand cupped
against her crotch, kneading her pussy through the paper-thin spandex.
She merely smiled back at him, traced her finger over the front of his
jeans a few times, and thanked him again.

Betty led us down the steep stairs to the floor level. The dim
interior
was shoulder-to-shoulder with women, all partially dressed, or
undressed, in the most bizarre collection of costumes I had ever seen
or imagined. Slashing beams of intense light cut through the darkness
from above, interrupted only by the intermittent blasts of blinding
white strobes.

A skinny blonde wearing only a leather collar and black thong
recognized Shayla and stopped her at the bottom of the stairs. Shayla
grabbed her collar, pulled her face close, and kissed her brutally.
Betty led us through the crowd, leaving a preoccupied Shayla and her
friend by the stairs while Stacey stood near them and pouted.

It took us nearly ten minutes to work our way to the bar at the
opposite end of the room. The stainless steel surface ran the entire
width of the club, lined with thirsty customers taking advantage of
the
wait by pawing and fondling each other as though no one watched or
cared. Betty and Rock pushed to the front of the line, waving
frantically at the bartender. Sarah and I were alone for the first
time
tonight. I moved a step nearer to her and discreetly took her hand. It
seemed to startle her. She glanced over at Betty, then looked back at
me and gently squeezed my hand. After another quick glance at the bar,
her lips were next to my ear, her words quiet and desperate.

"Help me. Please do something. I'm scared."

For a second, I was plotting again, determined to play her hero, sure
that I could save her. There must be a way. If only -

Then her tongue was deep in my ear, swirling and sucking, drenching me
with her saliva. I turned with a start to see her grinning at me
obscenely, licking her bright pink lips, her hand now gripping mine
with all her strength.

"What's the matter, Sport? Don't you like women anymore? Afraid your
dick won't get hard again? Or is it just me? Don't like my new look?
Well, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Her voice went from pleading to mocking, then suddenly to frustration
and anger.

"Damn you, damn you, damn you! What's wrong with you! Are you going to
be a pussy all your life? Look at me! Every man that sees me wants to
fuck me! All you can do is stand there with your limp dick and watch!
Why don't you want me? Why, why, why???"

I was stunned. She shoved me repeatedly as she ranted, then unleashed
a
flurry of punches, hitting my chest with her small fists. Betty and
Rock returned carrying our drinks, just in time to witness her
outburst. Betty took her by the shoulders from behind and pulled her
away from me.

"What the fuck is going on, Barbie? We've been here all of twenty
minutes and already you've managed to make a scene! I knew you didn't
have much of a brain, but now I'm wondering whether you have any at
all!"

Sarah slipped back into her Barbie voice, this time with frightening
ease.

"He was being mean to me, Betty. He's not nice like the other men -
not
nice at all!"

Rock grabbed my robe and pulled me away from them, leading me toward
the bar.

"C'mon Sport. Lets get you out of here before you get in any more
trouble."

He found two empty stools near the middle of the bar, sat me on one of
them, and handed me a drink.

"It's scotch, Sport - your poison, according to Barbie, right?"

I nodded and took the glass, downing it in two swallows. Rock made
sure
it stayed full. The bar tab was added to our bill, now charged to the
credit card Sarah had given the bouncer. It would be an expensive
night.

While Betty was showing off Sarah to her friends, Rock pointed to a
small cage the size of several telephone booths, suspended at the edge
of the balcony, overlooking the club. A nearly naked young girl
gyrated
inside, rocking and grinding her hips to the music. She wore a tiny
crop-top, identical to Sarah's, and nothing else. After the third
double, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She leaned back against the
bars at the rear of the cage, thrusting her hips at us as though she
was fucking an invisible partner. Her body was slick with sweat and
she
panted and groaned like an animal in heat. It was a chilling sight.

Between his usual lewd remarks, Rock leaned closer and opened his
hand.

"Here you go, Sport. These will help you make it through the night.
You'll thank me later."

"What are they?" I asked, eyeing the two purple capsules.

"You don't want to know, Sport. Just shut up and take them. NOW."

I washed them down with a slug of scotch, hoping I could handle
whatever he had given me.

"Rock! Lover! I have't seen you in ages!"

A girl in her early twenties ran from behind the bar, jumped into
Rock's lap, and kissed him for what seemed like an eternity. Her long,
wavy black hair shimmered over her bare back as she squirmed against
him. Two perfect brown legs led to a pair of tiny cutoffs, now unable
to cover most of her firm, round ass. As she pulled away from him,
both
breasts nearly escaped the tiny black halter. She looked over at me
and
giggled.

"Who's your friend, and is that a bratwurst under his robe, or is he
just glad to see me?"

"That's Sport. Sport, this is Kathy. And it looks like he's really
glad
to see you, babe."

They both laughed and pointed at my lap where, to my embarrassment, my
erection had slipped through the opening of the robe. Now I had a
pretty good idea of what the pills were for. I pulled the robe
together
to cover myself, but Kathy stopped me and opened it again. She moved
in
beside me, rubbing her breasts against my face while running her nails
slowly up and down the length of my cock. My erection hardened and
throbbed almost painfully as she played with me. A few of the women on
either side of us had now gathered around to watch. I was never so
humiliated, but my penis seemed to have a mind of its own.

She teased me by stroking it slowly, then circling the head with her
fingertips, gently pulling and tugging at it until it spasmed and
jerked wildly. Then she stopped, and women around us joked about what
a
slut I was for allowing them to play with me in public. Finally, after
half an hour of torture, she let the other women take turns with me,
joking with them about who would be the first to make me cum. The
drugs
did their work, and by the time a menacing looking bull-dyke had her
turn, I lost control, spraying semen everywhere. They congratulated
the
winner, applauding her skill and my performance. Kathy was ready
nearby, collecting every drop of cum in a small glass, displaying it
proudly on the bar.

Rock kept the drinks coming, and after a few more doubles, pointed to
the second cage, which until now had been empty. I watched as Betty
helped Sarah inside. A small spotlight drew everyone's attention to
the
balcony where Sarah surveyed the crowd from twenty feet overhead.
Betty
had taken the white shorts and pink jacket, leaving her only the
flimsy
net top, pink high-heels, white gloves, and shocking pink motorcycle
cap.

Betty barked at her from outside the cage, and she began to dance,
slowly at first, then mimicking the other dancer as Betty ordered her
to follow the other girl's seductive grinding and thrusting. Betty
urged her on, becoming more threatening when Sarah hesitated to rub
her
cunt up and down over one of the thin chrome bars closest to the
audience. She relented quickly, burying the vertical rod between her
reddened labia, then sliding up and down over it as she panted and
moaned in feigned ecstasy.

Rock stared and cheered, I drank, and Sarah danced - for hours. A new
dancer entered the other cage every half-hour, but Betty forced Sarah
to continue without a break. She was exhausted, her slim body slick
with sweat as her dancing slowed, now an exercise in futility.

The crowd parted in front of us, revealing a six-foot circle of blue
light. At its center was a gleaming steel column topped with a small,
blinking light. Shayla stood behind it, with Stacey at her side. She
turned to look at Sarah, now barely able to stay on her feet. Shayla
shot me an evil grin, extended her well-muscled arm, and pressed the
blinking button. A deafening clap of recorded thunder shook the club,
and strobes everywhere shot volleys of blinding light in all
directions. Sarah's eyes widened. She lurched to the back of the
cage as the electric current surged from the floor through the
cleverly
concealed steel rods in her pink heels. Her slim calves and thighs
hardened and twitched as the voltage shot through her. Its dying
tingle
spread upward, between her legs, coaxing her labia and clit to swell
and stiffen. She looked stunned for a few seconds, then danced faster.
Her eyes were wild with panic as the rules of the new game became
clear
to her.

Shayla toyed with Sarah for an hour. The crowd cheered and laughed
each
time Shayla's finger hovered over the button, making Sarah dance
faster
with every last bit of energy she could muster. When her dancing
slowed, Shayla
hit the button again, holding it a few seconds longer. Sarah began to
cry out as
the shocks became more sustained. The muscles of her thighs bulged
with rigid
ropes of flesh under the smooth, white skin, and her hips bucked and
spasmed in
continual rhythmic thrusts. When Shayla released the button, Betty was
there,
shouting instructions, ordering her to match the other dancer's
frenzied moves.

Even with the shocks, Sarah was eventually too tired to do much more
than shuffle
from foot to foot. When Shayla pushed the button, Sarah would jerk and
twitch
until the shock subsided, but her aching muscles and shattered nerves
prevented
much of a response at all.

I watched from my seat at the bar in a drugged and alcoholic stupor.
At
times I wasn't sure whether it was a dream or reality. My erection had
persisted for hours, and I had lost count of how many strange women,
all lesbians, had teased me until I spurted another stream of semen
into Kathy's bar-glass.

Then Shayla came for me. She stood before me like a powerful, mythic
goddess, her smooth, chocolate skin rippling as she reached for me. I
found a part of me strangely attracted to her intimidating physical
appearance and proud, forceful air. The other larger part of me was
scared to death at what might follow.

She led me to the center of the club and peeled the robe off my
shoulders. My cock wobbled in front of me, still harder than I had
ever
seen it. Hundreds of women stared at my nearly naked body, making
obscene comments about my raging hard-on. 'Humiliated' or 'degraded'
didn't come close to what I felt, even in my drugged state. Sarah
stared down at me from her cage. Even through her defeat and
exhaustion, I sensed her anger and disbelief.

Shayla took my hand and held my palm in the air, an inch above the
button. Sarah's eyes widened, then shaking her head, she begged me
with
every once of breath that remained.

"Nooo! Please, please, nooooo!"

At Shayla's signal, Stacey knelt beside me, taking my cock in her
hand.
She played with it like a new toy, amusing herself by exploring each
vein and ridge with her sharp nails. My legs began to shudder as I
tried with everything I had not to give in to her touch. Sarah was
shaking so badly that the cage rattled, while tears streamed from her
drawn face to the floor below.

Shayla held my shoulders from behind, whispering my instructions as
Stacey stroked my balls, then traced wandering patterns up and down
the
underside of my cock with the tip of her finger. I had reached a line
I
couldn't cross, under any circumstances. I wouldn't do it. When I told
her, she replied in an instant, hissing her threat at me.

"You WILL do it! If you don't, I'll turn up the juice and fry the
little cunt myself!"

As her last word hit me, Stacey pumped my cock with both hands,
catching me by surprise. I came with a muffled groan, watching the cum
spurt into Stacey's hands. My palm fell against the button, holding it
until the crushing orgasm subsided. Sarah thrashed against the bars of
the cage, unable to escape the endless, burning shock. She cried out
to
me, begging me to stop. Her piercing screams grew louder with
nightmarish intensity as I lost myself in Stacey's skillful victory
over me. Hidden in the waves of satisfying release, under the guilt
and
shame for being the cause of Sarah's pain, buried so deeply that to
find it would mean our destruction, I wanted to push that button. I
wanted to see her suffer for the self-doubt she nurtured in me. How
sick had I become? It was Rock's doing. Soon it would be my turn to
undo it.

Afterward, Sarah lay panting on the cage floor. I could just make out
her bewildered eyes peering over the edge, terrified of another shock.
Stacey wiped my cock clean, coating her fingers with an even layer of
sticky semen. She turned and held her hands up for Sarah to see.

"He's mine now, bitch! All mine!"

Sarah's eyes closed and her body went suddenly limp. The crowd
cheered,
chanting, "Sta - cey! Sta - cey! Sta - cey!". Stacey turned slowly in
the blue circle of light, cum-coated hands in the air, relishing the
crowd's praise, and her victory over her long-time rival.

An hour passed, Betty revived Sarah, and Rock saw to it that my glass
was always full of scotch. Betty, Sarah, Shayla, and Stacey joined us
at the bar at 4:00 AM for last call. Sarah was conscious, but seemed
to
be in shock. A blank stare was all she could manage when anyone spoke
to her. She didn't recognize me at all.

Kathy stepped up onto the bar to get the crowd's attention.

"Last call, everybody! But before you go, we owe Barbie one on the
house for entertaining us tonight. Come on up, Barbie!"

Stacey led her to the edge of the bar, climbing up first, then pulling
Sarah up over the leather padding. The three of them towered over the
restless sea of women. Sarah stared straight ahead.

"Here's to Barbie and her best friend, Stacey! Drink up, girl!"

She handed the all-too-familiar glass to Stacey. It was now almost
half-full of cum, with contributions from the bouncer, and anyone who
happened by the dark warehouses that evening. Stacey held the glass to
Sarah's lips and spoke to her so that everyone could hear.

"Drink, Barbie. It's good. You love cum. It's so thick and salty. It's
your favorite drink, remember? Mmmmmm. Nice and warm, like it's fresh
out of a big, thick cock."

My stomach churned while I watched Sarah guzzle the slimy mass of
semen
as though it was the finest brandy. She smiled sheepishly as the crowd
applauded, then slowly and deliberately licked the last bit of it from
her hot-pink lips. Her eyes stopped on me as she scanned the crowd.
The
sheepish smile widened, changing to something much more sinister. I
soon realized she was staring at my cock, still rigid from a second
dose of Rock's drugs. But it was Barbie who looked down at me from the
bar; it was a hard cock she wanted, any hard cock, and nothing more.

By the time we left Leather & Lace, the rain had slowed to a fine,
even
mist. The flickering, blue sign above the door was dark, and the
bouncer was nowhere to be found. Hours of rain made the long walk back
to where we had parked seem less ominous. The standing water gave the
illusion of having washed away the grime and neglect of the decaying
buildings, and the reflections of occasional signs and streetlights in
the glistening streets seemed to brighten our way.

Soon the black limo was in sight, flanked by the gleaming chrome of
Rock's bike. Sarah barely kept pace with the rest of us as the fatigue
of hours of dancing made walking in the six-inch heels more difficult
than ever. Then, as one of her pink spiked heels sank into a patch of
soft earth, she lurched to one side and disappeared from sight with a
brief, shrill cry. Everyone stopped, peering over the edge of the road
into a shallow drainage ditch. Sarah fought desperately as she tried
to
get a footing in the wet grass. She nearly escaped the four-foot
ditch when her left shoe buckled and she fell to the bottom, this time
sliding a few feet deeper, then falling further into a newly excavated
pit bordered by two barricades with flashing yellow lights. The six-
foot deep trench held two inches of water from the recent rain, and
Sarah landed face-down in the muck at the bottom. She tried again and
again to get up, but her aching arms and legs had only enough strength
to pull her a few inches above the mud before falling again face-first
while everyone howled with laughter.

Betty hopped into the ditch, still laughing so hard she couldn't
speak.
Every time Sarah tried to pull herself out of the muddy hole, Betty
placed a booted foot between her shoulder blades, pushing her back
into
the mud with a splash. Finally, she rested the sole of her boot on the
back of Sarah's head, shoving her face into the muddy water and
holding
it there. Sarah's arms and legs thrashed wildly as she fought for air.

Rock and Stacey were in tears, now joined by a small group of passing
dock-workers arriving for the early morning shift. Steaming cups of
black coffee passed from hand to hand as the men pointed into the pit
and joked about the way Sarah's nearly naked body twisted and splashed
under Betty's boot.

After having her fun, Betty towed Sarah from the pit. Betty had
retrieved her shoes, and handed them to Sarah with a grin. Sarah
choked
and wheezed as she bent to put them on, giving the workers a show they
wouldn't soon forget. Rock strolled over to her, tilting her chin up
to
him as he looked into her face, now crusty with drying mud.

"Barbie, Barbie, Barbie. You won't find any big cocks down there in
that mud-hole. Poor Barbie. The only cock you've seen all night has
been Sport's, and it looks like he's saving that for Stacey. I'll bet
your little pussy has been soaked for hours just waiting for the next
man to shove his meat into you. After all, a real Barbie doesn't feel
like a woman without a fresh load of cum inside her, does she?"

By this time, a much larger group of workers had gathered and stared
quietly, not believing the scene that played out in front of them.
Sarah ignored them while she whined and begged.

"I want to be your Barbie, Rock. Please fuck me. Put your big, thick
cock in me. Fill my pussy with your cum. I need your cock so badly,
Rock. Please, please make me cum again. Show him how I like it, Rock.
Show him how a real man fucks me. Please, Rock? Pleeease?"

Rock looked over at me and shook his head slowly.

"Man, did you hear that? If my woman talked about me that way, I don't
know what I'd do! How do you put up with this little bimbo, Sport?"

Rock and the other men chuckled as I stood there in my robe, watching
my wife beg him to fuck her. I was frozen in place, paralyzed with
anger and humiliation.

Rock looked back at Sarah. She was already fingering her nipples,
pulling and twisting them into hard, pink buttons. He watched her for
a
while, then gave her his answer.

"You know, Barbie, it's been a long night and I'm pretty wasted. I
think I'll take a rain-check. But I'm sure you can count on this fine
group of gentlemen to give you what you want. What do you say, guys?"

A low murmur ran through the crowd, followed by the cheers of one
volunteer after another. Sarah looked stunned.

"No, Rock. Please. I want you! There are so many of them! They might
hurt Barbie! I want you to fuck me, not them! Don't give me to them,
Rock! Please don't! I want you - you, Rock!"

Rock's smile vanished and his stare turned icy.

"Stop whining, you little cunt. You're being rude! Go over there,
give them a good look at your new tits, and tell them what you need.
Now!"

She turned and started toward them without a word, pulling the brief
top over her head on the way. Her slim body trembled as she walked.
She
stared at the ground, biting her lower lip, as a single large tear
raced down her cheek.

They circled her like a pack of jackals waiting for the first to
pounce. She shook off her disappointment and fear in an instant, held
her head high, thrust her breasts toward them, and allowed Barbie to
take over. Barbie smiled obscenely, cupping her breasts with both
hands
as she teased them with her best Barbie Bimbo voice.

"Hi, guys. I'm Barbie, and I'm ready for a big, thick cock."

A few of the closest men pawed her breasts just before the rest closed
in and dragged her to the ground. She disappeared into the growing
herd
of animals as each brawny thug fought for his share before the others
consumed her. Stacey kept the camera going as Rock and Betty doubled
over in hysterics. They were killing her, and Rock was enjoying it.
His
deep laugh assaulted me like a relentless pile-driver. And, there was
that grin - that disgusting grin that had haunted me for much too
long.

Deep in the oversized pocket of my robe, my hand closed around its
familiar cool, solid contours. Now driven by desperation, fueled with
the booze and drugs Rock had forced on me himself, I drew the 9-mm,
pointed it at Rock, and fired.

The impact of the bullet sent him spinning. He fell to the ground,
clutching his right arm and cursing as the sleeve of his shirt turned
wet with crimson. Betty screamed and ran to him, frantically trying to
stop the bleeding. I aimed again carefully, this time placing the
sight
dead center on his chest. A sudden warmth rushed over me as I felt the
pressure of the trigger against my finger for the second time.

The gun jolted upward, but there was no sound. A strong, black arm
circled my neck. The gun was in Shayla's other hand, now forcing the
barrel tightly against my ear. Her arm tightened around my neck,
lifting me until I couldn't breathe.

Rock was furious. He shoved Betty away and started toward me, wincing
as he clamped his hand over the wound.

"He shot me! The mother-fucker shot me! You think this is bad, you
fucking wimp? I've taken bullets in places that make this look like a
scratch!"

He wrenched the gun out of Shayla's hand and jammed the barrel against
my mouth.

"Suck it, wimp - unless you want me to slide this little beauty up
Barbie's cunt and pump her full of the last load she'll ever
remember."

I opened my mouth. It had an odd metallic taste mixed with the residue
of burnt powder. He forced the pistol deeper. Searing pain raced
through my jaw as the nose of the barrel broke a jagged chip from of
one of my front teeth.

"You fucked up, Sport - big time. You couldn't wait one more night,
could you? You had to be a hero. I was ready to walk away, to let you
and the wife go back to your pathetic little lives. I even broke her
in
a little for you, not to mention the new tits. You're out of your
league, Sport - a pussy in a man's world. No wonder she came like a
whore when I fucked her."

He nodded at Shayla to release me. Keeping two inches of the 9-mm
buried in my mouth, he backed me to the edge of the ditch. In the
distance, Sarah and the mob were silent as they watched Rock take his
revenge. Sarah, now Barbie, was expressionless, her eyes staring
vacantly into the curtain of rain between us that washed the remaining
mud from her exquisite body.

"I'm gonna enjoy this. Bye, Sport."

I felt the gun move in my mouth just before the explosion of pain and
light filled my head. Then, as in a dream, I was falling, away from
the
sounds around me, away from Sarah's unfamiliar eyes, away from Rock's
hideous grin - to a place deeper and darker than Rock could ever have
taken me.

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