Ducat of Cuckolds Part 1
In a scenario where a husband discovers his wife's adultery, there are instances where violence or even murder might be the response. William "Duke" Forster, however, had a different reaction. This was not your typical situation since the discovery was part of a chain of fortunate incidents that altered his reaction to his wife's infidelity.
Duke and his wife, Rose, had been married for over a decade. Duke was 46 years old and a tall, big man with a large build, while Rose, at 35, was a stunning Texan woman with long legs and a generous figure. The couple had purchased an old barn in Upstate New York and transformed it into a successful bar and restaurant. Known for his approachable demeanor and bigheartedness, Duke was a popular figure in the community, rarely raising his voice above a normal tone. However, one downfall was his narrow waistline, which had significantly shrunk over the years, rendering him almost asexual.
Due to his size, Duke's penis had disappeared entirely beneath his "bar belly," coining it as a nickname. This had significant implications on the couple's sex life, which had declined to zero in the past five years. Duke didn't participate in any sexual activities, not even porn or masturbation.
On the other hand, Rose had a complex relationship with sexuality. Raised in a strict Southern Baptist household, her conservative upbringing instilled in her a deep-seated shame about her sexuality. Determined to save herself for marriage, she approached their relationship like a Victorian-era couple - no flirting, no infidelity, and no masturbation - she was practically asexual. But as she dealt with her racy fantasies, which she prayed to be freed from, she often thought she deserved divine punishment.
Despite her drastic celibacy, Rose started to ponder sexual fantasies, blamed on her past trauma. Before marrying Duke at 27, she had experienced just one relationship in college. The experience left her shaken, which resulted in the decision to focus on becoming a devout wife, remaining sexually inactive throughout her life.
When Duke and Rose started dating, both agreed to sexual abstinence before marriage; she was a dedicated Christian. Her convictions made Duke feel more confident about approaching her for a relationship, convinced that she wouldn't be let down. They mostly engaged in harmless kissing in the six months before they tied the knot. No fondling, no breasts, nor sex, not even on their wedding night, as they were stranded at an airport after missing their flight to the honeymoon location.
Their marriage started off rocky sexually, with Rose feigning enjoyment while Duke struggled to satisfy her. Unfortunately, the frequency of sex reduced to zero after his lousy performance. Rose didn't miss sex with Duke; she just felt unfulfilled without the attention. She often pondered, should he have a heart attack while on top of her, his weight could crush her to death.
Two weeks before the discovery of her infidelity, Rose shared her plans to visit her sister in Dallas for ten days. On her second night away, a "break-in" was reported at the bar. What made this situation odd was that there were no signs of forced entry. Duke was the only one who noticed the unusual incident since he knew every inch of the bar, having built it himself. The office door, carefully triple-locked the previous night, was now double-locked, which only he could have done. The bar was his pride and joy, and he closely monitored its security.
The Duke
When Duke's suspicions were raised, he meticulously examined the inside of the safe. Anyone else might have overlooked it, but after spending two decades working in a place he built, he noticed a faint new scratch on the floor by the bottom of the safe, as if it had been dragged out and then pushed back in. Later, while stocking the bar, he became even more alert when he discovered that a $300 bottle of cognac was missing.
Although his valuable Scotch collection remained untouched, he didn't want to worry Rose, so he didn't mention the burglary when they spoke on the phone that night. He was convinced it was one of his employees, so he kept it a secret. The following morning, he had the bar equipped with an alarm system and surveillance cameras. He arranged for these to be installed very early the next morning, before anyone else arrived. The bar didn't open until noon, and Duke was always there long before anyone else.
When Rose returned from Dallas, he told her about the alarm, but he completely forgot to mention the cameras. They were strategically positioned to be inconspicuous. For the first three nights, he carefully checked in on the bar using his phone every twenty minutes. The first night, everything was quiet; by the third night, he became more relaxed and only briefly glanced at the cameras. By the end of the week, he had forgotten all about them.
When Rose returned, he showed her how to use the alarm, but she wasn't very good with these things. Duke decided not to tell anyone about his suspicions because of his belief that an employee was responsible.
On slower nights, Rose would occasionally close the bar. She would come in a few hours before closing time, and Duke would go home to rest. On the Tuesday after she returned from her sister's, she volunteered to close the bar for Duke. She was planning to help around the bar during the day, but Duke was exhausted from having to do everything himself during her trip. He vaguely remembered her asking him to take a pill and adding a swig of vodka, and then he let her sleep.
The next morning, he awoke feeling refreshed, although he was a bit groggy. His wife was lying next to him, still asleep. He playfully spanked her bottom and then decided to let her sleep. He went about his day and headed to the bar before the crew arrived for lunch preparation. When he got there, he found that the alarm had been set off the previous night.
He checked his phone and saw that there had been several alerts. "Alarm activated at 11:36 PM," "Alarm triggered at 11:43 PM," "Alarm deactivated at 11:44 PM," "Alarm activated at 4:48 AM." It was probably nothing, he thought, as she might have set the alarm, forgotten something, and tripped it and reset it... but the re-activation that morning? He was unsure. Perhaps a glitch or maybe the power had gone out...? It was Tuesday night. The bar usually stayed open as long as someone was drinking, and 11:30 was typically the upper limit on a Tuesday night.
He reviewed the surveillance footage from that time. At 11:42, the door opened, and Rose and a large man who he couldn't identify from the door entered. Rose indicated for the man to come inside, and she turned to the light panel and the alarm. The man walked behind the bar in a familiar way and poured two drinks. The man even glanced over the camera above the bar, oblivious to its presence.
Duke recognized the man as Trent Lacey, a new regular who he knew hadn't been at the bar the previous night. Trent had bragged about being a retired Wall Street guy who had cashed out early and moved to the country for the simple pleasures of rural life. He was bigger than Duke and about the same age, but in much better shape.
Trent shared Duke's love for single-malt Scotch Whisky and didn't mind spending $100 on a shot of his rarer liquor. Most of Duke's prized collection was displayed, not for drinking. He had six bottles worth over $4,000 each, not to mention the $10,000 bottle of fifty-year-old Macallan in the safe. Duke had shown all his bottles to Trent.
On his cell phone screen, Trent and Rose were shown sitting close, talking and drinking at the bar, and then making out. Duke heard Trent whisper something in her ear, and she led him by the hand back to the office. Duke's mind was spinning and his anger growing as he watched them move from one camera to another, from the bar to the hallway and then into the office, where he had two cameras: one focused on the window and one on the safe.
In just a brief period, Trent had managed to remove Rose's clothes and started fondling her enormous breasts. Ever since Duke had last witnessed his wife's undressed form, she had been adhering to a strict diet and exercise regimen. This wasn't surprising considering how she would occasionally engage in a health-focused phase, sometimes losing weight but eventually regaining it. For this particular spell, she had even enlisted the aid of a personal trainer at the local gym. Although she was still rotund, it was unquestionably working - she looked sexier than she had in a long time.
While switching between his multiple cameras to capture the optimum angles and pausing to focus on her breasts as Trent violated them, he sense something long forgotten within him. His own tiny penis started to twitch, even taking Duke by surprise. Moments before that, his mind was occupied with violent anger and crushing sadness. However, to his amazement, he had a hidden desire to see what would unfold next.
Trent proceeded to push his wife onto her knees next to the safe, who immediately placed her hands behind her back as if by instinct. This was followed by Trent using his belt to tie her wrists together. Next, he forcefully pulled her long hair back and spit into her open mouth before unleashing a brutal slap across her face with his enormous hand. He made her pull down his trousers with her mouth, and his immense cock emerged. Duke couldn't contain his astonishment upon witnessing the enormous penis inches away from his innocent wife's mouth.
Back six months ago, Trent had stepped into their small town, and Rose had been with him for close to four. The initial interactions at the bar were playful: "if you weren't married to my good friend Duke..., woof..." She'd brush him off, but she cherished the attention, even if she understood it was ironic. That's how it began; but when Duke wasn't around, their flirtations grew more real and less ironic, and the expression on his face hinted he actually held feelings for her.
That night, while closing up, he made sure to be the last person at the bar. He made his move, enacting her wildest fantasy. That night, he had sex with her on the bar, perched atop a stool, after positioning her there and indulging in her with his tongue like a perfectly cooked delicacy. When it became a regular thing on the nights she closed the bar, bondage also came into play. She was relatively inexperienced with sex, especially for a wife about to turn forty.
She'd mostly maintained her virginal state all the way through college, but was acquainted with a star athlete at the beginning of her senior year. The experience had been enjoyable for her, but for him, she was simply a sexual partner. They'd done it three times, but he ended it immediately following their third encounter. He had been rough with her even as she protested, and after completing his task, he said,
"Hey, you fucking whore! Get dressed and get the hell out. You're only useful for sex, you fucking dead fish!"
She thought herself unclean and guilty, abstaining from sex for the next few years... relying solely on Duke. Despite his gargantuan figure, she didn't relish sex with him. Duke resembled a giant kitten, constantly licking her to make up for his measly penis size. He'd lick her pussy, but it didn't provide any pleasure, and she was unable to instruct him. While she adored and often honored Duke, she couldn't bear hurting him. However, something was lacking in their relationship.
Then... Trent became the third man she'd had sex with. Once he was inside her, she decided he was the one. He had been gentle with her from the beginning, helping her to explore her hidden desires at a slow pace, conversing casually and easily in the process. He had been cleverly seducing her, shifting from expressions of affection to degrading terms: "sweetheart," and "cum-drenching whore." But along with these minor negligences, he started to take greater risks with her, tying her up, slapping her lightly with his belt. She reacted well, always looking forward to more.
It was revealed that she hadn't visited her sister in Dallas; instead, she was being held captive in Trent's basement for ten days, enduring his abuse. She eagerly anticipated his visit on that Tuesday night. The last time he used her had been on Sunday morning. She didn't call it "making love" or "fucking," but rather "using." This is how Trent had taught her to think of it.
She felt disheartened when he didn't arrive by closing time. By 11:30, she concluded that he wasn't coming. She allowed the last staff members to leave the bar and deactivated the new alarm system Duke had installed in the electrical panel box. Although she trusted her employees, she thought it was an unnecessary precaution. There was no way anyone, not even a staff member, could cause that much damage to the bar.
As she was about to leave, Trent arrived in his BMW. She castigated him for being late and delighted that he didn't need to placate her, as Duke did. She reveled in his dominance and the knowledge that she would acquiesce to his desires. As soon as he entered the bar, he took control, commanding her to ensure she was ready for him.
"Did you make sure I can use you all night?" he demanded.
"Yes, Sir. I have taken an Ambien, accompanied by a shot of vodka; I'll be unconscious until morning."
"Very well, slut. Tonight you know what this is. What will you offer me, whore?"
"My... my... my ass, Sir. I will give you my ass for defilement."
"Ummm, hmmm! What a luscious ass," he complimented, spanking her generously at her backside's crease. She purred in response and invited him to pinch her again.
As soon as she had him inside the office, he enforced his dominance on her.
"Plead to me to suck my cock, whore!" he barked.
Struggling to swallow the glob of spit he had thrown in her mouth, she begged, "Please let me suck your cock, sir." After training her with dildos, she could now gulp down his entire shaft without gagging, aside from the occasional signal from him. She sucked hungrily and gripped his testicles, her words dripping with servitude.
He detached himself from her and asked her to suck on his testicles. He delivered a firm slap across her face before instructing her to gaze up at him. Appearing submissive and eager for more humiliation, she complied.
Trent had previously whipped her during her "visit" to her sister, and she loved the marks that lingered. She cherished the memory of it even if Duke could tell. Ultimately, his presence escalated her arousal and made her feel as though Trent was always with her. The contemplation of this aroused her further.
"All right, whore," Trent commanded, positioning himself behind her in the office.
She followed his orders, curling her body down towards her shoulders while exposing her ass to him. The butt plug he had inserted in her buttocks earlier remained embedded. She knew he desired her to arch her back, so she arched it and hoisted her rear end into the air while stretching her cheeks apart with her hands, showcasing his toy. He had prepared her to accept his cock through this activity.
In the midst of wetness and stickiness, the lubricant caused a tingling sensation within her, furthering her intensity for his phallus to penetrate her anus. With a swift pull, he exposed her gaping anus. A cock, half-erect, sauntered before her eyes, spraying her with urine from his hole. He then moved the cock near her orifice, inserting his finger inside her vagina and anus simultaneously.
"Push it out! You filthy whore!"
She'd spent around ten days wearing plugs in both her orifices and could now open up on command. Herfather taunted her with his urine, calling her "a dirty slut," a phrase she repeated back, ecstatic about this whole unexpected experience. The warm liquid coursed down her cheeks and straight into her mouth as she savored the feeling. Her dad then squatted above her and sprayed his colon's content on her face. A strange arousal developed within her as she drank from the source on her shoe, then the filthy floor. Dressed in his formal wear, he erupted into uncontrollable laughter.
He hurriedly took a bag filled with ropes from the corner. Positioning her on her knees by her urine-sodden blonde hair. One side of the rope wrapped around her neck, while the other two ends went between her breasts, forcing them to act as missiles. Bringing her back into the ass-head-down position, he connected the ends to the neck bind then continued to pass the rope through her legs. With the two plugs inside her, he secured the ropes and locked the final loop around the neck once more.
"Obedient little piss-slutsilbrya. Your secret needs to stay that way, or your loser husband will find out!" he exclaimed and exited the room.
Difficulty gyrating, Rose enduringly cleaned the floor with her tongue. The excellent workout that followed left her puffed-up breasts painfully rough. Although waiting, she wanted his invading cock. What intrigued her most, was her earlier experience with anal intercourse, three years ago. Her partner at the time couldn't say goodbye without having one final round. The thought ignited her fear and relief from this unexpected event, ultimately accepting her body as a safe space for her Dom.
Entering his office, she witnessed his cell phone. Busy with a bullsh*t conversation with his manager, her stepfather seemed overly concerned with his restaurant's affairs. The door lock clicked behind her, focusing solely on his personal world of cigarettes and single-malt Scotch. For a while, thoughts of revenge flashed through his brain. Duke contemplated on capturing her betrayer, not only for stealing his bar collection but for her troublesome league. Empowered by an idea, Duke picked up a mobile phone and called the town's law enforcement.
A few hours later, the scene shifted to his bar, where he witnessed the looting thief. Duke returned to his laptop screen displaying the situation at hand. His wife in the office, in a compromising position, begged for mercy. Her mangled breasts endured the pain and he questioned the fella's authority but ultimately asked him to carry out the torture. While he watched his wife's discomfort, Duke absent-mindedly eyed the screen, having no memory of the previous hours.
Entering the office, the carpet drank in their juicy secretions. Your typical weekly bar bounty, right in the middle of the floor. Sheriff Bert Wynne burst into the scene, and duked-out a warrant for their gaslighting villain. Dazed, upon returning home, Trent awaited his arrest. The stern-face sheriff hauled him in, just as Duke imagined the plan he'd been working on.
Fume filled the room, symptoms of Trent's doom. Round two. With bright eyes, Duke scanned the room searching for clues. His usual tantrums poured onto the rogue as the duo analyzed Trent's recent endeavors. A potential robbery from a few nights back. Nervous hands loaded bags with stolen booze and smuggled them outside. Back inside, they returned to the bar and settled in. Trent ordered another round while examining Duke's watch and speculating the time. The law enforced duo stepped outside to catch the culprits' in the act.
Back in the office, the clock ticked away until -he unknowingly revealed his secret. Fear grew inside of Duke as he finally identified the problem. Turning to the screen, he proposed his antagonist's arrest instead of her rescue. Watching the man leave with the two bags, the callousness fizzled out over his crushed ego and tormented mind. Sipping scotch and smoking a nearly extinguished cigarette, he crawled back to torture her.
Since the pilfered alcohol was worth more than $15,000, Trent was taken into custody for grand larceny. Then, they found out his true identity was not the wealthy Wall Street figure, Trent Lacey, but rather a con artist named Sean Gerson, who had conned his way to multiple fortunes. Since he had many charges against him he couldn't get bail, and had to head directly to prison to await his trial. Eventually, he would spend years in prison due to his numerous cons and criminal activities.
As soon as Duke learned about Trent's arrest, he returned to watching his wife's infidelity. He replayed the entire hour she spent waiting for Trent, tied up and bathed in urine. With his rival defeated, he was focused on the pleasure he experienced in his minor member after years of abstinence. He unfastened his trousers and fiddled with the small penis between his thumb and index finger, and experienced his first orgasm in years. His puny member dribbled out a repugnant ejaculate and he moaned softly.
On screen, Rose was bound for an hour, weeping and trying to avoid insanity while she patiently awaited Trent's return to inflict more humiliation.
"Did you lube up with that pee, you filthy, nasty slut?"
"Y-yes, Sir!" She mumbled, her tongue swollen from floor licking.
Seated, he raised her up to a kneeling position, tightening the rope around her neck and depriving her of oxygen. With absolute disregard for her well-being, he stuffed his swollen cock in her mouth as she gasped for air. She gagged harshly, on the verge of choking out.
He extracted his penis and allowed her to catch her breath, though his malicious intentions did not cease. He pushed firmly back into her mouth, his erect dick causing her to struggle against her bonds. She took one more breath, then he pushed in again and instructed her to gaze up at him while he jerked her nipples roughly. His penis drove in and out, stretching her mouth and causing a gushing saliva to spew forth.
He pulled away, then applied the saliva onto her swollen breasts. Reentering her orifice, he doused her cleavage in his spit, then penetrated her again. He tightened the rope on her breasts, causing her to gasp in pain.
"Do you like this, slut?"
"Yes, Sir, I want you to rape my tits, Master Trent; I want you to hurt my nipples as hard as you desire, Sir! I like this!"
As he pleased, he abused her tits.
When he had satisfied his need for her tits, he returned to her bottom. He flipped her onto all fours and removed the butt plug. Replacing it with his fingers, he violently plunged them into her anus.
"Do you want me to fuck your ass, slut?"
"Yes, please, Sir! Sir, fuck my vile whore ass!"
He pulled his fingers away and slid his dick in, staying deep for several moments. He filled her with a feeling of fullness, which she had become accustomed to during her time with the plugs, but his penetration went much deeper. He found a place deep within her she had never felt before, transforming the feeling into something unreal.
He held her tight on the upper thighs and pushed his penis all the way in as far as it would go. The sensation was sublime. She begged from ecstasy to be further punished and for an additional sexual experience.
"Mmmm, ummmm, aaaahh... Oh, Sir, that feels incredible. Thank you so much, Sir. I know you enjoy my suffering, Sir. I avidly desire your pain, Sir. So much... so special, please reward me for it?"
"Yes, whore. I'd love that. I want to strangle you with the rope until you pass out. Do no fear, I will revive you with my cock up your ass."
"Oh, yes, please, Sir, strangle me out! Keep fucking my ass, please!"
She was afraid, but was completely in his control. He clasped the rope with both hands and mounted her, brutally knocking her down again. Then, in one swift move, he drove his penis into her anus, splattering her ass with his semen as she collapsed back onto the pillow.
When she came back to consciousness, Trent was thrusting into her like a wild animal. He continued to penetrate her, causing her to moan and beg for even more. She requested whether he had enjoyed her, and begged for another opportunity to suffer.
Duke experienced her from behind several times while aggressively fucking her behind. She was close to coming after the fourth time, but he slowed down and allowed her to catch her breath. He permitted her to arrive, while choking her at the same time, yet he stopped before she was completely out. When he was prepared to ejaculate, he pulled his penis out of her, dragged her backward onto her knees forcefully, and pushed his dick down her throat. He spasmed profusely as he filled her mouth with his semen, afterward smearing the last traces on her face.
After completing his act, he left the room without uttering a word. He left her limp on the floor for a while in a pool of urine, jism, and her waste. After approximately half an hour, when she managed to gather enough strength to get up, she slowly rose from the ground and carefully cleaned up the mess on the floor and herself in the utility sink.
She had to remove the plug from her vagina, which left her feeling devoid. She sat at the bar for a moment, thinking about the events of the night. She had resolved to leave Duke and devote herself completely to Trent as his submissive. He had asked her. And that night, felt like a dream, she had never in her life come so hard or felt so good, even through the pain. In fact, due to the agony; in some twisted reasoning, the pain brought her closer to Trent and atoned for the sins she committed.
She returned home and shared her bed with her husband, presuming it could be their final night together. However, she could not comprehend where this newfound libido, which had been suppressed for so long, came from.
The following day, she woke up around noon, with Duke absent, and she started a load of laundry, considering what items she might pack to leave her husband. By two in the afternoon, rumors and news of Trent's (Sean Gerson's) arrest spread throughout their small community, and Shirley called as soon as she learned.
"Hey, Rose, you must be shocked! Did Duke tell you about that?"
"Shocked, about what?"
"That Trent, well that's not even his name, Gene or something. He was taken into custody for burglarizing your bar! Duke didn't let you know?"
"I haven't heard from Duke since early morning. My phone was being charged. Let me call Duke at the bar."
She was heartbroken and bewildered. It made no sense to her that this highly cultured and knowledgeable man she had slept with owned the house through fraudulent means. She was reliving similar emotions she experienced when her high school sweetheart abandoned her. She thought of him as her fiancé. She had to collect herself before contacting Duke at the bar, but eventually worked herself up to do it.
"Hi, Duke! I just heard from Shirley about the burglary. What's going on? Why didn't you inform me?"
Duke feigned ignorance about her betrayal. "Oh, honey, it's been hectic; nothing to be concerned about; we only caught that man you were fond of... that is, Trent... stealing from the bar in the middle of the night. I don't know. I presume he cut the alarm or hacked the system." She was not aware of her own culpability in the theft, assuming he had returned after the initial act. Duke, naturally, omitted the cameras.
By Saturday, he had progressed to the next portion of his master plan. He informed her they would go on a weekend vacation. He heard about this "castle" that could be rented out, expensive but genuinely romantic. They were worthy of a getaway after their recent ordeal. He sounded extremely enthusiastic about it. They entrusted the cook and receptionist in charge of the bar for the weekend and pushed her to bring her sexiest clothing.
She was hesitant and anxious about her potential reunion with Duke's little "fella" and... for the whole weekend, after he had allowed her to dwell in peace for so long. Nonetheless, the prospect of a castle weekend made her forget her recent disillusionment. As expected, it was a genuine European castle, pieces by pieces, brought over. It wasn't a huge castle, but considerably larger and more romantic than their three-bedroom home next to the bar.
The establishment included full-service, Duke emphasized oddly. They met Clark the valet, Paul the butler, Jack the housekeeper, and Chef Michel. Strangely, they all had common characteristics: they were all quite large, burly, masculine men.
A dashing man with dark skin, Clark, appeared more appropriate for the cover of GQ than for his job as someone's valet. Michel, the cook, was beefy and dashing, similarly to Clark. Meanwhile, the butler was a black man too, but not as attractive as the other two, but he had a captivating smile and an appealing voice. The last one was named Paul, a tall, lean, and handsome black man. He was appealing as well, but his overly serious attitude made him look uninviting.
Paul guided them through the home, showing them the four bedrooms, five bathrooms, numerous sitting rooms, reading rooms, game rooms, and tea rooms. They unpacked and arranged themselves in a master suite with a massive king-sized bed with four towering posts. After settling in, Rose took a shower in the grand bath and dressed up for dinner.
In a skimpy "little black dress" fitting snugly around her body, which exposed half of her breasts, Duke noticed the weight loss and the renewed sexiness that Rose had undergone. He led her to the media room, which had a large television and comfortable chairs. Duke ordered drinks and handed Paul a flash drive, making sure it remained hidden from Rose. Paul brought the drinks to their designated spots, closest to the screen. Paul switched on the TV and plugged the flash drive into a console.
"Dear Rose," Duke said, "I've brought you here to renew our commitment to each other. However, our commitment's terms will drastically change, and we'll begin with tonight."
"Why... what do you mean, Duke, love?" Rose questioned, attempting her best Southern "pearl clutching."
"I'm going to play this video, and when I do, you'll understand why things must change. Then, I'll explain how the changes will take place."
She was frightened; the whole situation seemed so wildly out of character for Duke. Lisa could not imagine how he knew this happened, but he must have. He seemed to act completely normal following the burglary. He pressed play and the screen showed Rose on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, giving Trent a blow job. He allowed the video to play until she started crying hysterically.
"You bastard! You knew? You recorded me?" she asked, horrified. "Why, why would you...?"
"You can't blame me for this, whore! Trent will be going away for a long time, and if you don't want to go with him... or I might upload this clip on your social media and let your fanatically religious family in Texas see it! I advise you change your attitude," instructed Duke.
"No, no! Please, Duke. I didn't know! I felt so... so lonely, honey! Please! I'm so sorry," she cried.
"I showed Bert the video with Trent robbing us, while you waited tied up for him to fuck you. I just need to show him footage of you opening the bar for him and resetting the alarm; now you're an accomplice to a guy who has robbed so many people. What's more, I'm not sure where you went last week, but it certainly wasn't your sister's," said Duke.
"But don't worry, dear, from what I've seen, you'll probably enjoy the treatment you'll receive from now on," said Duke, with a signal for Rose to follow. She was terrified and had never encountered a side of Duke like this. She had always found him to be gentle and under her control.
"Come on, honey, you don't want to miss the best part of the castle tour."
Paul led them to a door they'd earlier overlooked in the house tour, mistaking it for a closet. Paul opened it and beckoned them in. They descended a spiral staircase, with Rose treading carefully in her high heels down the steps, feeling anxious about what may come next. Paul was followed by the valet, the cook, and the housekeeper.
Upon reaching the basement, she observed tools similar to those in Trent's basement. The dungeon's seventeenth-century walls were genuine, but the space between them appeared modern and lavishly decorated. The atmosphere felt like a luxurious spa compared to a torment room.
The "staff" encircled her and physically dragged her to the center of the vast, surprisingly high-ceilinged room, where a metal wire hung from an electric winch. She had donned her elegant evening wear - her towering heels and her "little black dress" - to mask the rope burns with a wide, black velvet choker featuring a gemstone pendant and a ring.
They made her kneel, join her hands above her head, and bind her wrists with a rope that they secured to the winch cord, pulling up until she was suspended from the floor with just her knees cushioning it.
"Alright, slut. Get ready for what's coming next. I know you're not a fan of my small cock, and that's fine. I've accepted it. What's important is that you get what you desire. These gentlemen here possess massive cocks, and they'll be fucking you ruthlessly, like a sordid sex worker throughout the night," her captor announced.
He indicated Paul, who turned on a remote, and a large screen appeared around six feet away. He pressed play, revealing footage of her in the office of the bar, bound and slurping up the urine off the floor. This was followed by a montage of her rendezvous with "Trent," complete with various kinky acts.
The man continued, "I understand I've made you a cuckold, but I won't be ashamed. I'm taking charge of this situation. I'll be your cuckold, but I also intend to turn you into a sold-out whore. You'll be spreading your legs for anyone I want, whenever I want, whatever I want, and then enduring my wrath for satisfying them. It's likely these men aren't employees, but you have already signaled your openness to humiliation and pain.
"These substantial payouts convinced me to sovereign over your life. You're going to comply with their demands. You don't mind humiliation and pain, right?"
"Uhh, umm..."
He sauntered over to her and slapped her face twice, hard. "Beg these men for consent to be a slut, or your family will witness your slutty sex tape. They'll notice it online. Do you understand?!"
"Yeheyess, okay, okay."
"What did you say?"
He forcefully pinched her cheeks apart, causing her mouth to open.
"Yes, Sir, I give consent to be treated like the whore you all know I am."
Her captor spat on her face. "That's better, filthy whore!" He provided Paul with a nod.
Paul came forth, and the man moved to the side.
"Thanks, slut! There's something else, doll," Paul began, his tone as cordial as customer service.
He tapped a tablet and displayed her and the men on a six-foot screen. He zoomed in and out of the different camera angles overhead and from various sides, positioning them to showcase her predicament.
"The recordings of tonight's events will be sold on our website, shes-a-whorewife.com. Your cuckold will control the cameras and focus on your prized assets. The four masked men will be seated behind their masks. I'll be wearing one too, but your face will be hidden by an appropriate disguise. You won't be able to recognize any of us.
He extended the tablet to her. "Please, put your finger on this spot and sign it. This form confirms you consent to every sexual act we perform." She offered her bound finger without inspection.
"Next, we request permission for any possible bodily harm that could arise from these sexual acts." She signed under duress, sobbing softly to herself.
"Lastly, we need you to grant authorization to share the recordings of the acts we perform with you." She acquiesced, teary-eyed.
"And, are you Rose Forster and doing this of your own volition, without constraint?"
"Yes!"
"Do you agree to being subjected to violent, potentially damaging sexual and physical mistreatment by four massive men?"
"Yes."
"Fantastic!" He grinned at the camera. "Now, paste that smug smile on your face, bitch." The man handed the tablet to Paul, who retrieved hidden latex pig nose masks for everyone. The staff assumed them, except for Rose, who received a realistic-looking, latex pig's snout that went over her nose and sat behind her ears, leaving her face mostly exposed. Duke lay on a couch, clad in just a birthday suit and a throbbing mini-penis.
We'll be humiliating and degrading you and the Mrs., just like we discussed. There's a high demand for these cuckold videos, and the cuckold needs to feel humiliated. We won't be physically interacting with you, but make sure we capture footage of you jerking off while we... well, you know. The more pathetic you look, the better. Here's a mask for you - it's a goat with massive horns.
After we're done with that, we'll shoot some background footage. She's so much hotter in person than in the pictures you sent. She'll be hugely popular with our members. We'll be producing a few of these videos. Our videos typically make around $100,000 in the first month, and she might even bring in more than that. She's absolutely stunning, exactly what our members love. Once we're finished with her, we'll film you punishing her for our other site, punishthewhore.com. Those don't make as much, maybe $40,000.
Paul showed Duke how to use the camera controls while looking like he was just jerking off. It didn't matter too much - they only needed a few shots to edit in. Then, Paul focused on the "pigwhore." They settled on a scenario where the husband owed the gang money, and Paul started harassing the wife. The scenarios for these videos rarely make any sense.
"Bitch! Your cuckold husband can't pay his gambling debts, so we're taking it out on you, slut. What can we do to you for that ten grand, bitch?"
"A-a-a-anything... you want, Sir, ple-e-ease, don't hurt my husband!" She pleaded, almost convincingly.
They formed a tight circle around her. Paul had a large pair of scissors in his hand. He grabbed a huge handful of her left tit and squeezed it. She yelped and gasped. He closed his hand around the nipple area of her dress and bra and pulled back. He opened the scissors around the fabric. She gasped and squealed, anxious that her nipple would get caught in the scissors' path.
Although they were just playing, her fear was very real. Her fate was now in the hands of these burly men, and she had no idea how far they were willing to go. And Duke, who was usually her protector, was helping them. She wondered what was happening to her. She had been so scared and shocked that she hadn't stopped to think about it, but with Paul holding the giant scissors near her nipple, all those thoughts rushed in.
Her first thought was pure fear. What if he cuts her nipples off? As he held her dress and bra away from her nipple, before snipping, it felt like time was standing still. She stared at the other men as they were unzipping their pants, their bulges signaling the huge cocks that were about to violate her. She thought of Trent and how she was already missing him and his cock and his rough usage. How her asshole ached for more.
She revelled in the way they looked at her, like wolves eager to devour a lamb. She looked down at Duke, whose puny little dick was standing erect, as he filmed the scene and managed the cameras. It looked even smaller than she remembered, and his gut even bigger. She still felt a twinge of guilt. This was her fault; she had caused it, and deserved what was about to happen. She welcomed it; she longed for it desperately. It was her penance!
Just to play along, she said, "Look at that pathetic little dick, you fucked-up cuckold! I'm glad you have to watch real men, with real cocks, fuck your wife, useless piece of shit."
Paul snipped off her dress and bra without causing any harm to her nipple, leaving a circular hole with her tit trying to squeeze through it. He then pulled them through the holes he cut. She was no longer nervous. Though it seemed careless, Paul had been very cautious.
Both her large tits were now partially sticking through the holes Paul had made. He slapped hard at them, making her grunt loudly. She wanted to thank him, but Trent's training kicked in. Three cocks were in front of her, ready to piss into her mouth and all over her body.
"Fuck, dude! She fucking loves it; see how she's reacting?!" Michele, the French "cook," said sincerely.
She was leaning out, tongue sticking out, trying to get as much pee from all the guys as possible. She pushed her tits forward to catch what didn't get in her mouth andmade moaning noises, swallowing their urine. "Mmmm, glub, glub, ummm."
"Maybe we should have her pay us for pissing on her," Clark joked.
Paul continued hitting her breasts left and right, while simultaneously urinating on them. Her tiny black gown was soon soaked in urine. She felt filthy, debased, and humiliated - yet deeply aroused. Even as they violated her with their bodily fluids, they leered at her with intense desire. Duke had never looked at her with such intensity.
She reveled in her degradation, loving how her humiliation turned them on. She could see their massive penises expanding as they completed urinating and moved to penetrate her mouth, first one and then the other.
Jack was the last one to finish urinating, when he thrust his cock into her mouth and down her throat. This forced her to nearly drown in urine. She coughed and hacked, while he entered her and began throat-fucking her.
"It's fine if you choke, slut. We don't care!" He snarled cruelly.
The rest didn't bury their thick cocks deep into her throat, just darted their heads in and out once or twice before moving on to the next. She sucked on them as if they were her favorite meal. The sight of those immense penises jostling to enter her mouth aroused her immensely. Although they were harsh in their treatment and humiliated her, the attention, along with the feeling of their members filling her mouth, brought her pleasure.
Her whole life, she had been fucked by two actual cocks and her husband, Duke, and now here were four massive male appendages, all hard and ready to violate her. She had dreamed of being gangbanged by more than one man, inspired by Trent's suggestion that he might lend her companions for sex, and now her dream was becoming a reality: four large penises about to occupy her orifices. She was overjoyed, ecstatic at the prospect. Catching a glimpse of her cuckold husband masturbating his tiny appendage only fueled her excitement further.
As they switched between her mouth, they grew increasingly aggressive, trying to stay inside for longer periods and forcing their way in when another was trying to penetrate her. They all grabbed her tits, smacked them, and even grabbed at her ass. Before long, they were snatching her head to extract their penises from one another's mouths and plunge deeper into hers, while they pulled her more forcefully.
All the penises were big - far larger than her husband's puny member - but Clark's stood out. He was at least ten inches long, and as thick as a beer can. She had to widen her mouth significantly for him. Michel was slightly longer but a bit less girthy. Jack was also large, but not as fat as Clark's nor as extended as Michel's. Paul's cock was smaller but just as prodigious in size. She couldn't pick a favorite; whichever one was in her mouth was the greatest at the time.
The guilt and anxiety vanished, and she entirely enjoyed herself, while they became more ruthless. Paul, the leader, ordered her to stand up. He wielded the giant scissors and thrust their blade end against the crotch of her gown. She could sense the cold metal through the thin dress and panties and felt apprehensive.
He groped her groin, ripping the garments apart, and then opened the scissors. The sharp blade penetrated the fabric, frightening her again. She stood there, her panties now showing.
Having spotted her completely hairless pussy, Duke, the cuckold, remembered her promising to shave it for him, only for him to be tricked by this man. This enraged him further.
Jack, the rope expert, stepped in to assist Paul in binding her. The enterprise of reproducing this maiden on shes-a-whorewife.com was Paul's idea, a computer programmer at a dot-com startup. It all began when his boss, a willing cuckold, requested a BBC gangbang with his wife. Paul invited a handful of old academic friends for the purpose. While no money was exchanged, Paul noticed that his boss would have gladly paid for the service. Realizing he could earn from every viewpoint - finding cucks willing to pay, charging men to participate in the gangbang, shooting the entire event, and selling access to the video content - he had established a regular job from this.
A few of these men, Michel and Clark, paid to penetrate the whore wife. Paul and Jack, meanwhile, were his only crew.
Paul's projects were known for his average women, but when he came across bombshells like Rose, he made different deals with the cucks. With Rose and Duke, he would create multiple videos with various men and only one with Duke as the cuck. As a result, he split the earnings between them, giving them half of the fees paid by the guys and 40% of the profits from the films. This seemed like a win-win-win situation. If Paul's calculations were correct, Duke stood to make approximately $60K just from this weekend's events, with even more to come.
Jack, a skilled Hollywood stunt rigger, loved working on Paul's projects. Although he could make money for his role in these porn shoots, his friend always allowed him to enjoy the process for free. He found the process of tying women, especially stunning blondes, to be incredibly enjoyable.
Jack and Paul proceeded to untie Rose's wrists from the ropes and then tied her arms behind her back, with each wrist bound to the opposite elbow. They used the same rope to tie between her legs, through the pre-made holes in her dress, and then around each hip. This created a net-like structure, pulling her ass cheeks apart, exposing her soaking pussy and hungry asshole. Paul finger-fucked her, and she moaned in pleasure.
"Hey, cuck! Your filthy whore wife is absolutely soaked! Check out how wet she is after being sexually violated by us!" Paul said tauntingly. "Look how excited she is! Do you think your interest has gone up? We're going to have to give you a second round of this before your debt is cleared. What do you say?"
"Ummm...mmm! Yes, Sir! Please!" Rose moaned.
"Did you hear that, faggot?! The pleasure you're getting must be exciting for you. It's time you asked permission to cum, or we'll add an additional gangbang to your overdue account!"
Duke was silent, but Rose responded with a deep moan as Michel massaged her pussy's inner walls and her bunghole with her wetness. While Paul and Jack were still tying her up, the other guys fondled and slapped her tits or her face. Clark, who had introduced her to breath-play, grabbed her neck and began choking her. Paul stopped him, though, as he needed her fully conscious for the following scenes.
Once more, Paul picked up the scissors and drew them against Rose's belly, letting her feel the cold point on her skin. He opened the scissors, piercing her skin slightly and then cut straight across her stomach. He did the same process all around her, transforming her dress into a blouse and skirt. He then cut the back of the dress, removing it from her ass and leaving her completely exposed.
Jack fastened ropes to her legs around mid-thigh, tying the ends to the rope keeping her ass apart. He created a tight loop behind her using both the lengths of rope. He pulled through her arms and tied a figure eight knot at the base of her tits. He left excess length on both ends of the rope, which he wound behind her and tied to her arms. Then, he removed the choker and tied a loop around her neck.
Paul lowered the pulley rope and tied the three fresh strands together. He hoisted Rose up, so she was face down, ass apart, and head held back for comfortable oral sex. Her body looked like a piece of meat in a butcher shop, but her mind was brimming with excitement. The feeling of being tightly bound and taunted by the men around her made her crave for more.
It was Michel who first took advantage of Rose's open mouth. He inserted his long, hard cock inside her throat, choking her and forcing her to pull him out with her chin. She hung slightly from this assault. He seemed to love this as he continued doing it.
Meanwhile, Jack focused on opening up her other holes. Paul and Clark were working on her breasts, squeezing and slapping their hard, erect dicks against her tits, excited from their swelling because of the ropes.
Jack thrust his cock into her pussy with power. The force of insertion caused her to inhale and swallow Michel's erection, blocking her airways. As she desperately sought air, Michel kept his dick in her and pushed her face against his pelvis, making it harder for her to breathe. [This is the paraphrased text.]
He eventually withdrew when Paul recovered from slapping her large breasts and aligned his massive penis to fill the space left by Michel. Jack continued squeezing and poking her bound breasts while Clark rapidly penetrated her. They were using the swinging motion of her weight to intensify the fucking of her mouth and vagina.
When she could muster enough breath to utter a sound, she could only moan deeply and beg for more.
"Ooooof, ow, ughopt, fuuck. Please, no... don't... stop! Fuuuck me harder! Glugh, glub, glub!"
Another penis entered her throat. Clark inserted his thick forefinger between his cock and her vagina and his middle finger in her anus, leading her in a thrusting motion on his dick. After a while, he reversed his hand direction and rammed his massive cock up her anus while nearly fist-fucking her vagina.
She moaned around Jack's big penis, which had now replaced Paul's in her mouth. This would certainly make her ejaculate. She was writhing helplessly in the air, unable to move much either way, but allowed the orgasm to consume her. She lost herself in her thoughts as wave upon wave of euphoria surged through her. Having a penis in her anus reminded her of Trent (or whatever his name was) and her loud-mouthed player college boyfriend.
She was far beyond her limit, but they just carried on f*cking her beyond the massive climax. They switched roles several times. The three men alternated between fucking her mouth, anus, and vagina. Each attempted to fist the orifice they were not penetrating. Then, they decided to modify her position for new prurience.
Jack readjusted the ropes so that instead of face-down, she was closer to a sitting position, with her neck on a shorter rope, and her legs and arms lower. Then, Paul and Jack rolled over a platform, and placed Michel on the edge with his penis standing straight up. They lowered the winch until she was on his lap and his penis buried in her anus. Paul moved over and inserted his penis deep in her vagina.
"Oohh, yes, yes, fuck yesss!"
She screamed in a deep, throaty voice, hoarse from lust. She was grunting and moaning loudly. Both of them were brutally thrusting into her. Jack stepped up on the platform, turned her head, and grabbed his cock to shove it in her mouth. She had to crane her neck to accommodate it and gagged as her air was once again cut off.
In the meantime, the two men inside her anus and vagina were driving their erections into her aggressively. Clark imitated Jack's actions and climbed onto the platform on the other side, pulling her head away from Paul to insert his larger penis in her mouth. They kept twisting her back and forth as they changed their positions in and out of her mouth.
"Trent" had previously forced her ass with a dildo in her vagina, but now she had two real, enormous penises in there, which felt profoundly superior. Both men were penetrating her at a rapid pace not entirely in unison. Sometimes, one would come in as the other left, and sometimes they would overlap. The disgustingly sexy situation was driving her to lose her mind, and she was not just the sensation of the two large penises squirming around in her, and their moaning and grunting.
Paul reached her vagina, discovering it to be hot, tight, and filled with his comrade's cum. He was trying to hold back to avoid ejaculating, but it just felt so sensational. Before he could stop, he was yelling, "take my sperm, slut!" and dispensing his semen inside her humid pussy.
Taking note of his friend's effort, Michel, who was in her anus, held his ground without moving a muscle as Paul convulsed and vocalized his satisfaction. As soon as he stopped shaking, Clark forced him out of the way and pushed his fat cock into her while her vagina was gushing Paul's semen. Paul then headed over to Clark's former position, yanked her off Jack's penis to get his slimy organ soaked with her cum and spit.
Shortly, she started to feel Clark's much larger and broader penis stretching her vagina even more; it was so lubricated with her juices and Paul's ejaculate that it slid in effortlessly. She moaned deeply, preparing and stimulating Paul's cock with her mouth. Michel also felt her anus tighten as Clark began to slide his massive penis in and out of her. He enjoyed the sensation and opted to stay in place as Clark set an unhurried, gentle rhythm.
Rose cherished the additional tightness and the feeling of fullness, thrilled by the obscenity of her predicament. She had enjoyed the feeling of being used and degraded from "Trent," but this was far more intense. She felt another climax approaching but felt panicked as if she hadn't fully recovered from the previous one - the climax had apparently been lingering in the background. [Reply]
Paul pulled out as Jack assumed control of her mouth. He eased her down by loosening the restraints and balanced on the platforms. Jack thrust his penis into her throat and then between her magnificent tied breasts. She had been salivating throughout the fellatio, making a mess of her tits. Jack had intercourse with her breasts and then pressed the tip of his cock onto her lips while he jerked her head.
Michel got swept up in the pulsating rhythm of Clark's passionate intercourse and joined in. Unlike before, they were often in and out in unison. She sensed she was on the brink of climax and attempted to alert them (Trent had instructed her to always ask for permission), but Jack wouldn't let go of her head and forced his penis into her mouth. She orgasmed once more as she gagged on Jack's cock, spluttering and groaning.
Jack nimbly hopped down from the platform and slackened her restraints, causing her to lie mostly face up. Clark lifted her tied legs toward her considerable buttocks and climbed higher, giving Jack enough room to enter her pussy next to Clark's. The pain and stretching were excruciating for Rose; she was convinced she had been torn open.
However, as soon as they started to have sex with her, her mindset shifted, and she adapted to the situation. The leisurely sensual intercourse turned into a frenzied sprint, as each of the males strived to establish their dominance by fucking her harder. At that speed with all the stimuli, they couldn't maintain it, and without fail, they both came within a minute of each other, filling her with ejaculate in both her holes.
They stayed inside of her for a while, then abruptly withdrew Jack first, then Clark and Michel dismounted and left the platform. They approached her and stroked their dicks in her mouth, and she slavered all over them, muttering repeatedly, "thank you, Master! Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."
The video version concludes with Paul taunting the humiliated cuck:
"Hey, cuck! That covers merely the initial $10,000. Oh yes, bring her back next week for the interest. Heh heh heh!"
Read also:
- My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
- The Fourth Chapter of a Wayward Woman: Test
- Unique Cuckolding in São Paulo
Source: www.nice-escort.de
