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Betting the wife

Betting the wife – Part I
I am a habitual gambler, I frequent casinos as well as seedy roadside joints where a dice is rolled. I go to grey hound races as well as the weekly horse races. I win some and lose some, well, let me rephrase, I lose most of the times . But still my hand just itches to roll the dices, to pull the jackpot lever, and few hours after I get my pay I am to be found at some den or other .
Well this one time I really went too far, too too far and after staking and loosing all my clothes save the socks and the boxer shorts, I staked my sweet , patient, ever forgiving wife of six years for the next roll of dice . I was not on the right frame of mind , with the cold wind of the alley stinging against my naked torso as the winners stripped me off my bush shirt and I failed to notice their feral grins as I mumbled in my sozzled voice-You all can take my Anna, I bet her. I rolled the dice and sure enough I lost .It was only when a couple of the men from the gambling den frog marched me to a waiting van I realized what was going to happen next, I did try to resist , but I had a knife on my side and a hoarse voice on the left ear telling – You lost scum, and a bets a bet, fair and square, your Anna now belongs to the Rivoli now.
It was a quick silent pick up, Anna hardly knew what was happening , She just opened the door to my knocks and was going to say something when a black hood was forced down her head and her hands were pinned behind her back. She was wearing a short blouse with a matching skirt with the kitchen apron tied around the waist and was barefeet. They just lifted her up on their shoulder and threw her at the back of the van . Then , with a smile they asked me – Wanna come over and see what we do to her at the club ?If you just watch , we shall let you have some more turns at the wheel , free and some beer on the house too , what say ? You hopeless gambler? I already knew the answer as I climbed back in , too far gone to realize the implications and unable to resist the tempting offer at free turns at the den , may be I also thought of winning her back perhaps. All the way I could hear her muffled screams and thumps on the wall of the van from behind , calling out to me – Jim , Jim … and her sobs .
The drive to the Rivoli was a short one with no traffic at 1 am at night . I was playing on the pavement and did not notice the den well. It kept a low profile with only a neon lit board on front . The van parked at the back alley and I was pushed down on the road from the van , the door to my side opening abruptly and me failing to keep balance. I stumbled up , with my legs and thighs messy from the leaked mobil and mud. I felt a push at the small of my back – come on gambler , in you go. I stumbled down the steps to the basement which was a well lit one , with a bar and all the necessary instruments which a gambler would love to spend his money on , it was not much crowded, only around 6 people with a big barkeeper tending the counter. I moved towards the bar and perching myself on the stool ordered a beer for myself. Sure enough cool frothy beer came in a tall glass with the barkeep grinning in front of my ear – Thanks for the entertainment Mister , I heard him mouth and could not understand at first what he meant . But I soon heard the screams and the bumping noises coming down from the stairs and turned to look beer in hand . I saw a woman being dragged down by her blonde hairs as she yelled in anger and pain as her slender body hit the stairs in a regular thump thump sound. Her legs were flailing about and both her hands were clawing into the gloved hand of the man who was yanking her hair almost off the roots as he pulled. As she was thrown on the floor a the bottom of the stairs and as she was screaming and crying at the same time I realised it was Anna, my wife . With new found strength I tried to get up and go to her rescue – Now now that’s not the way to treat a lady guys let her be , I heard my self say as I staggered to her then choked greatly. A dog collar was put on my neck from behind and was already tightening fast. I staggered a few steps and kneeled in pain . I felt a boot on my back and someone I knew by name , Dave I think, yelled – you are a loser and a sad excuse for a gambler Jim , how dare you interrupt the entertainment , you bet and lost your slut of a wife , remember ? I felt like vomiting as the collar was real tight and just nodded in surrender and crawled to a semi sitting position on the floor , with Dave attaching the other end of the chain to a table leg – Just sit their like a dog, Jim, and watch what we do to with our winnings , Dave laughed harshly.
I sat down resignedly with my back against the bar table , naked save for the boxer shorts which were black with mobil and mud as my legs and took a tired sip from the beer mug, shifting my neck to loosen the collar hold as I drank. In front of me, Anna was being sized up as she moaned from the pain of being dragged down wooden stairs. One man moved in and grabbing her top and simply yanking her slim body up with it making the top ripped away baring her cotton bra, the white stomach and neckline as her body fell back with a thump from about two feet in the air . She has by now realised what was happening and was trying to curl up in a foetal position when another man grabbed her black skirt and did the same to reveal her long legs without stockings and a matching white cotton panty. Next was a real huge guy who just scooped his fat fingers inside the bra with half his palm going in the divide between her breasts and another hand grabbing the edge of her panties , sliding his fingers under the panty making her yelp in sudden shock and just lifted her slender 50 kg body and began to shake her around . To my hazy gaze it looked like a bulldog shaking a peace of meat from its jaws. She screamed and stopped with a gasp as her now totally naked body crashed over to the bar table top , with the torn bra and panty hanging from the huge guys hands. Her face hang down from the table with her blonde hairs streaming down on my face . I looked up to see her bruised face , with a black patch slowly forming beneath her left eye. Her eyes looked back at mine and she barely whispered – Jim , why they doing this to us ? I avoided her eyes and took a sip of the beer and winced at her moan as she was suddenly dragged across the counter by her left leg and thrown on the floor again.
Dave yanked her head up and screamed at her – You are ours u slut , your limp dick husband has betted and lost you to us . We shall do whatever we like with your body , you bitch and Jim will watch and drink beer. She looked at me with shocked eyes and just slumped back on the floor , not resisting at all , with her back to the floor . One man kicked her legs apart and made her spreadeagled , with another kneeling down beside her and pinched and pulled her nipples and slapped her inner thighs . I heard a whistle and someone say she will be good fun guys , will last the night hopefully. Dave interjected , no man she is frail and slim make her snort some coke to pep her up, I aint playing with a corpse. Men laughed around as Ed produced a cattle prod – Don’t worry Dave, we will keep her awake and screaming all through it,
( Appreciate if feedbacks and comments are given for this introductory part , those will help a lot in deciding the tone and setting of the next parts . I personally think it in present form inspires pity rather than erotica but do comment and i will take them into account )

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Sick Sisters

Michelle and Cary were sisters closer than any before them. Cary (23) had always admired Michelle (22) to the point of infatuation. Cary had to be around her little sister at all times, even as kids, so she could fantasize about a future with her. Now both girls are on their own and are living together while Cary goes to college and Michelle modeled. Cary couldn’t be happier that her blissfuly unaware object of her affection was sleeping in the same room as her. Both Cary and Michelle had distinct secrets; Cary was a lesbian by night, Michelle was a hermaphrodite by birth.
Cary knew all about her sisters penis/pussy combo and planned on somehow, someway, taking advantage of it and her so that all of her lustful dreams may come true.
It was a sunny summer afternoon on the balcony of the girls’ high up apartment, Michelle was admiring the lovely world around her, she was very close to nature. Cary was fumbling with a large clock she had just purchased online and was bringing it in after it was delivered. She moved it near the balcony so that the light would reflect off of the stain glass interior of it. She had however forgotten to mention it to Michelle while in her blissful state and she she turned to come inside, she cracked her head straight into the large woodan clock. She fell quickly and cary came to her aid. Michelle was unconcious, so she dragged her over to her bed and lay with her until she awoke. She thought about this being the perfect time to finally have her way with her, but scolded herself for thinking such a sadistic thing.
However the image of her beutiful sister laying serenly and hopeless on her bed got her hot…very hot…She needed to release herself badly. She began fingering her already damp pussy fiercely, moaning aloud as she pictured Michelle and herself making sweet love. Cary loved masturbating in nude, and thought she probably wont awaken in many minutes so she swiftly disrobed and continued pleasuring her hot cunt, moaning Michelles name.
Michelle must have heard something because she began to stir, unbeknownst to her sister. She awoke to find Cary, fully nude, sucking on her cum covered fingers. Cary realised her sisters awakening and greeted her akwardly, but to her suprise…
“Who are you…?” was the first thing that came from Michelle’s mouth.
Cary was stunned, but tested the waters, “Michelle hunny, you don’t remember who I am? Do you know who you are?”
Michelle pondered a second, “No…Aparently not…”
Cary was first scared, but that thought fled quickly as she thought of what power she had now.
“Well…Michelle…beleive it or not you have just been sent to me as part of a slave trade…Thats right…I bought you over the internet and now your home with me…”
“A…slave?” Michelle questioned fearfuly
“Why yes,” Cary responded, pointing to the box that the large clock came in, “A slave, you arrived this morning and just awoke. They must have had a bumpy ride over here…”
“Oh my…How could I not remember?” Michelle asked innocently.
Cary scoffed, “It isn’t my problem, the point is now I own your body so lets get this going…so come come, off with the clothes little slave.”
Michelle was baffled, “I don’t understand…”
Cary retorted, “Well then you must be stupid. Look around, does it look like I need a maid? I bought you as a sex slave bitch…”
Michelle gasped, “Oh god! I’m a whore!?”
“Not a whore, a slave, and for what I paid for you you better be a damn good one! Now off with the clothes!”
Michelle stared in disbeleif but dared not disobey her obvious mistress. She had no recolection of being a slave, nor of anything else, so she had to be right…right? In no time at att Michelle was reduced to her naked form, her 32c breasts, shaven pussy, and slowly growing 8 inch cock on prominent display. Cary eyed her animalisticly, her dreams so long eluded her but now were coming to life, Michelle had no choice but to submit to her every command. She shoved her roughly onto the bed and Michelle grunted weakly. Michelle began to feel powerless, like every muscle in her was abonding her as soon as her ‘civil rights’. Cary slowly climbed to her legs and focused directly on her cock. She took in in her fingers delicately, toying with it, forcing it to respond my hardening faster and faster. She traced a finger slowly and sencously up and down the now stiff rod and grinned.Cary positioned herself slowly over the cock and lowered her lips to it, at first teasing it with the tip of her tongue which spurred a gasp from Michelle, and then consumed it in her mouth. Michelle moaned softly but fearfuly in responce, squirming akwardly as this mysterious woman manipulated her body in a strange but oddly satisfying way. Cary dragged her full red lips up and down the stiff member. She twirled her tongue around and across the large pulsing meat in her mouth. Whithin moments Michelle was experiencing a sexual buildup like nothing she had ever felt before, and screamed aloud as she burst a torrent of hot thick fluids into Carys mouth. Cary gasped and pulled back, catching most in her mouth but much sprayed all over her wanting smooth face. She didn’t lick it off however, she relished in the feeling of her sisters thick cum all over her body, she wanted more.
“MMm bad girl you slutty slave…Your supposed to ask me permission before cumming.” Cary said scolding her.
Michelle obviously had no clue, “I’m so sorry ma’am! I had no idea about any of this…it all happened so fast…”
“No excuses,” Cary cut her off quickly, “And another thing, you will call me either Mistress or my Queen from now on.”
“Yes Mistress…” Michelle submitted.
With that, Cary grabbed a clump of Michelle’s smooth beautiful hair and dragged her to the bath tub. She ordered her to stay and masterbate herself while she got something. Michelle obeyed and quickly continued cumming, not yet recovered from the first time. She soon had a tiny portion of the tub filled with her cum. Cary returned quickly with a bottle of pills, but no clothes.
“These pills,” Cary explained, “Will help any man or woman cum even more than usual. At least four times as much. I want you to take two.”
Michelle soon realised that her mistress had some strange infatuation with her juices, she took two pills and downed them quickly before harm could befall her. Cary then took two herself and ordered her to lay down all the way on the large tub, and as she did, Cary position her sopping wet pussy over Michelle’s throbbing veiny cock. Slowly she let the thick meat enter her slimy slick cunt, both sisters moaning aloud as it did. Slowly but surely, she rode up and down on the slimey cum covered member, reaching up to fondle her perky firm breasts so to allow herself more pleasure.
“F…Finger yourself slut…” Cary commanded akwardly as she violated herself and her sister.
“Ohh…Oh god yes…mm yes my queen…” Michelle obediently obliged, not necessarily out of fear of punishment, but because she had herself become severly aroused and didn’t care what she was told to do. She reacher around her hard working cock and found her leaky wet pussy, firmly planting three fingers inside as she let out a loud moan.
Continueing this akward but satisfieng seesaw of pleasure, it wasn’t long until either sister was ready to burst. Cary and Michelle let out a scream.
“Michelle! Oh fuck yes cum inside me! Oh fuck yes cum all over us!”
“Oh god Mistress! I must cum! Oh god I’m going to explode everywhere!”
And with that the incestous duo unleashed a flood of both of their fluint, hot, thick cum all over the tub, and eachother. Cary dismounted Michelle and lay atop her, as they wrapped their arms around eachother and embraced in a passionate french kiss, rolling themselves in the now three foot tall pool of warm cum, becoming drenched in it hair to toe.
“Oh Cary…I want to be yours forever…” Michelle asked dreamily.
“What? You remember my name?” Cary asked shocked.
“Oh yes…” she giggled sweetly, “It all came back to me when you shoved my cock in your hot pussy…I just didn’t want to ruin the moment…”
They both sat up, dripping in their shared juices complelty soaked.
“Well…slave…the day is young, how about my mindless little slut licks her Mistress’ pussy…” Cary said seductivly.
“As you command, my eternal Mistress…” Michelle responded obediently, lowering herself for another round of hypnotic attraction.

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In roman mythology, cupid whismically shoots arrows with a mysterious power to freely control the hearts of men and women at will…When he shoots a gold tip arrow any person will fall in love. When he fires a lead tipped arrow anyone will awaken from love. In modern times, WHAT IF CUPID HAD SOMETHING MORE MISCHEVOS IN MIND….Here is part 2 of chapter 4

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In roman mythology, cupid whismically shoots arrows with a mysterious power to freely control the hearts of men and women at will…When he shoots a gold tip arrow any person will fall in love. When he fires a lead tipped arrow anyone will awaken from love. In modern times, WHAT IF CUPID HAD SOMETHING MORE MISCHEVOS IN MIND….