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Standing up from her bow, Sage turned to the Master and his harem. "And cut! We'll take a little break while folks vote, so feel free to go shopping or grab a snack or go have an orgy. I'll bring you back here when it's time."

"Like, later tonight?", Angela asked?

"Yes indeedy. Time magic, remember?", Sage prompted. Turning away from Angela, Sage waved her hand in a shooing gesture. "Off with you! There's some matters I need to discuss with my crew." And with a brief flash, Sage had disappeared.

Louise turned around just in time to see Dave leaving the room they were in and heading down a dark hallway. Making up her mind, she unobtrusively meandered over towards where he had gone, and looking around and making sure that she wasn't being watched, slipped in the hallway and went in search of Dave. The only light was coming from the room she had just left. She could just make out that the hall veered to the left a little ways in front of her. Holding her hand out against the wall for guidance, Louise turned the corner and carefully made her way forward. It was pitch black. Did they not pay the electric bill? Where the hell are the lights? This is a great way to - "Ooof!", came the surprised grunt from the floor in front of her. Stumbling over a large shape sitting on the floor against the wall, flailed her arms, trying to catch herself. Her hands landed on a pair of shoulders, and she was able to brace herself. The sitting object had braced for impact as well. Louise felt more than saw two hands supporting her upper body by her breasts. The hands flexed just the smallest amount and an embarrassed, "Oh God! Sorry!", was uttered.

"Relax Dave, it's me. You don't even recognize your own wife's boobs?" The hands, which had rapidly moved to her waist. stiffened, and Louise instantly regretted her choice of words.

"You mean ex-wife, don't you?" It was hard to keep the bitterness from his voice. "And no, not really. It's not like I've had a lot of opportunity these last few years."

Louise sighed. She straightened up, her eyes having adjusted to the low light. She could just make out Dave sitting against the wall, turned towards the direction she had come from. "I'm sorry Dave. I really am. I didn't know how bad it was going to go."

"Sorry? You're SORRY?" Dave kept his voice down, but did nothing to disguise the anger. "You know Hillary. You know what she does. You might not have known _exactly _what she had planned, but you definitely should have had an idea. So I'm not buying it, Lou. Save your fucking apology. If you had wanted to divorce, you could have just told me. But the way you did it... You were my wife! We were _partners! _When you said you had a counselor for us to go to, I was so glad! I felt like you hadn't given up on us. That you wanted this to work as much as I did. And then you fucked me right in the ass. You lied to my face. And you let that cunt fuck up not just my personal life, but also my professional life! Did I fucking hit you? **** you? Cheat on you? Do anything CLOSE to deserving that? DID I?" This last was emotional. Louise got the sense that Dave was very near to losing control of his cool.

Louise stepped back, and when her back hit the wall, she slid down until she was sitting on the floor, holding her knees. "No. You didn't. You are a good man. I am so sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt."

"Well thank fuck for that then, I guess!", Dave spat back. "I'd fucking hate to know what it would have looked like if you two witches had tried to fucking hurt me!"

In the dim light, Louise could see Dave had rotated so that he was facing her. "You know, Lou, being here... I didn't ask for this. I felt sick when Sage started explaining what this show was about. I prayed to every deity that I could think of that this was some kind of fucked-up lucid dream. But it's not. I know that now. And it's getting harder and harder to remember that I'm not a monster. I've felt it. I'm pretty sure Sage did something to me. I'm finding it harder and harder not to indulge my base desires... to view you all as women deserving of respect and not just some bitches that I get to fuck whenever and however I want. Do you know what that's like? Do you?!? You took almost everything from me and this show is taking care of what's left! Between the two, I honestly don't know what's worse!" Dave's head was in his hands. His fists were clenched in his hair. His voice was shaky. A man on the very edge of losing it.

"It's going to be all right, Dave", Louise heard herself say. What the fuck? Girl that's probably the dumbest thing you've said in a looooong time. It's going to be all right??? Holy shit, you better save this before you doom him. "Look at me, Dave." Louise's voice was sharp, unyielding. "Look. At. Me." Her voice softened. "Please."

It was the "please" that did it. Slowly, she saw the shape that was Dave lift its head. OK. I've got his attention. Fucking now what? Think! "Look. I think even Hill knows by now that this isn't your doing." She held up a hand even though she wasn't sure he would see it. "I know what you're going to say, but please let me finish first. Please just hear me out. Can you do that for me? Let me finish and actually listen to what I have to say? This isn't easy for me either, you know?" Louise waited. She saw the shoulders rise with the intake of a deep breath. Heard the exhale. "Ok", came the reply. "Good", she said.

"Now, look. We know this wasn't your idea. We really do. And, if I'm being honest, I think only Suzanne was at all OK with it, at least before that blonde bitch started fucking with us. Were you watching Jane earlier? Who am I fucking asking? Of _course _you were. Shit, we all were. I've never lezzed out before, but I gotta tell you that my panties were wet watching that. I know Jane was into it, and those twins were too. Did you see the one sitting next to you?"

Dave grunted. "I saw her sitting out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't... I didn't want to stop watching Jane. I felt so fucking dirty watching my partner like that and at the same time, it was maybe the hottest thing I've ever seen! I knew I shouldn't be staring, but I didn't care! I did it anyway and I fucking _loved _it! And then it was over and i thought I was going to be sick. I couldn't believe it. But Jane was looking at me when she came. I think she liked me watching. And that's what's fucking me up the most. Is that real? Was that real? Did she really want me to? Am I just seeing what I wanted to see? Did Sage fuck with me and make me think shit that's not me? Would Jane actually _want _me to see her like that? It's tearing me up! I don't know what to do! Even that fucking spiteful cunt Hillary. I despise that woman with every fiber of my being, but what's been done to her is just... no. I can't be a part of this, Lou! But every time I try to keep my thoughts away from objectifying you, my partner, the rest of them, there's that Voice that is getting harder and harder to quiet. And then, after Sage sent you to your cabins, you know she and I went to my house, or whatever?" Dave wasn't looking at Louise, didn't see her nod her head. He continued, "She tells me that I have to fuck all of you. That I have to participate in the desecration and degradation of your bodies. Of your minds! She promised me -", Dave broke off. He took a ragged breath. Then another.

Louise's heart was breaking. It was bad enough to have to sit and listen as the man she had once loved more than anyone recounted the many ways that she had taken his trust, his love, and betrayed them over and over. She wanted to reach out. To hold him. To rock him in her arms as he wept. She wanted to suck his cock. _WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM??? _Alarmed, Louise calmed herself with some small effort. That fucking bitch. Not satisfied with making me give head once a day... Oh no! Fucking THREE times a day! But if I offer to blow him now, I'm gonna lose him. Guaranteed. Besides, without him, we're fucked. I need to get him stable and then I can have my breakdown and grieve. "Dave." Louise waited. "Dave. Answer me please. Are you listening to me? Don't leave me baby. Please. Stay with me. Keep talking. Get it out. Get it all out. I want to listen. I want to help." I want to suck your cock. Thankful for the darkness, Louise didn't try to fight that urge. She would take her own advice. She would bend where she could so that the whole of the person called Louise wouldn't shatter.

"She promised me that if I didn't play ball that it would be worse for you. So I was welcome to hold on to my moral code and suffer a lifetime of who knows how many years' worth of guilt, because she promised me that there was no world in which I didn't live with all of you. Together. So every day, I would wake up and see the damage my fucking principles did to you, and Hillary, and complete strangers who didn't deserve this!" He blew out a breath. "Or, I could willingly participate in the violation of your minds and bodies. She said that if I did this, that you all would have an easier time. That you would leave this shitty place much closer to the way you came in than if I held on to my values. So i have the choice of holding my values and sacrificing all of you or sacrificing everything I stand for, everything I AM, in the HOPE that less damage is done to you. Lou, how can I go back to my life after doing that to you? How can I look anyone in the eye again? How can I look in the fucking mirror? What kind of hypocritical piece of shit lowlife scum would I be, wearing a badge after "participating" here? What? I tell myself, 'I **** them for their own good?' Tell me how fucked that sounds. Or maybe, 'I know I had a hand in COMPLETELY CHANGING some girl's personality, but she doesn't seem too bothered by it, so no biggie?' What am I supposed to do, Lou? As angry as I am at you", Louise flinched, and was grateful that Dave couldn't see her. Being pretty sure that someone was angry with you and knowing it were two very different things. She despaired a bit at the hurt, lost tone of his voice.

"As angry as I am at you. At Hillary, THIS is just wrong. But I don't know what to do! I'm lost!" His shoulders shook. Louise wanted to weep. But I can't. Not now. Maybe later. Maybe he'll hold me and tell me it'll be all right like he did when Mom died. But not now. I've got to prop him up until he can stand on his own. For all of our sakes.

"David." She almost never used his given name. In the entire time they'd known each other, she had probably said it less than ten times. He just wasn't a David. He was Dave. Her use of his name got his attention. "I won't even pretend to say that I understand what you're feeling, because I don't. I can understand what you're telling me. And it's why I fell in love with you. It's why, even now, a part of me will always respect you, if not still love you. I can't tell you how much I regret what I've done. How much I wanted to call you and tell you that I was sorry. But I know what I did. There are some things you just can't come back from. No matter how hard you'd try, you'd never forget that I had betrayed your love and your trust. So, I want to be clear on this, I'm NOT asking you to take me back." Dave's head jerked up. "You're absolutely right that none of us wanted to be here. That none of us deserve what she's doing to us. You're also right. But I have to tell you, that the idea of you giving Hillary the fucking of her life does something for me. I know that it's that fucking transformation fucking with me Dave, but I'm trying to tell you, my body likes the thought of you fucking the bitch out of her. Or you fucking jane while she eats my pussy. She'd be on her back, and I'd be sitting on her face. Watching you hammer that beautiful cock into her tight little brown pussy. Getting a handful of those perfect tits. Getting to kiss you and taste another woman on your lips. Watching your face as you fill up her cunt with your cum. Licking you out of her and tasting the two of you together. I know it's so fucked up, but those are the thoughts going through my head right now." As she had been speaking, Louise had slowly and quietly slipped her pants and panties off. Walking on her knees, she moved over to Dave. Leaning her forehead against his, she took his hands in hers. "I know she's fucking with my head, and I'm telling you that even though I know that the me of yesterday would hate this, the me now is fucking wet." And saying that, she brought his hand to her sopping folds. He tried to pull away, but it was half-hearted at best. "Feel my pussy, David", his full name again. Gotta make sure he fucking listens! _"Feel _it! Does that feel like the pussy of some woman who doesn't want this? Does that feel like I'm doing this against my will? You know the answer, David. Tell me. Tell me the answer. What kind of wet pussy am I humping against your hand right now? Hmm? Can you feel that? That's my clit. Ohhh God yes. Mmmm... Your thumb is hitting _just _the right spot, baby. Fuck yes. That's right. Put your fingers in me. Oh! You naughty boy. Two at once! Mmmm! Did you feel that? How they slid right in? Because my little kitty is wet, David. It is wet for you. It is wet because I want... I NEED you to fuck those other bitches. Ohhh fuck! Goddamn! Just saying that. Did you feel my pussy twitch? Can you feel it when I squeeze? Oh yes. Yes you can. That's right. Ohh fuck yes. Just like that!" Dave's hand was now up against her pussy without her having to hold it there. His thumb was gently, lazily rubbing her clit. His ring and middle finger were working in and out, in and out. Louise fought a giggle. His hands are like Spider Man's when he shoots his webs! But I'm gonna be shooting something soon! And then I hope HE does some shooting!

Louise balanced herself briefly and quickly pulled her shirt up and off. Thanks to these so-called bras that Sage had provided, nearly all of her breast was visible. Louise panted and leaned forward, bracing herself on Dave's shoulders. "That's right David. My pussy missed you. Oh God did she miss you!" Suddenly, the fingers stopped. Were yanked out of her as if they had been burned. She had been close! She felt so... _ empty. _So...

"Your pussy missed me, huh?" Dave's voice was calmer. Stronger. "Did it miss all the times that I fucking ate you out? Those times that I actually made you squirt? Hm?" Jane had fucked up. She knew it. She had gotten so worked up that she had forgotten what she had come to do.

"Dave, please. Let me say one more thing. And then, I won't interrupt you or try to follow you if you want to walk away. Can you do that? Please?" It was a gamble. But Louise was betting that he had been worked up too. Hopefully the little head wants to hear what I have to say.

"I'm listening." That was it. Well... here goes nothing!

"David, I want to suck your cock. I need to suck your cock. I want you to fuck my mouth if that's what it takes. But I desperately want to do that for you. I know that you deserved better. I can't change the past. All I can promise is that I want to be a better partner for you. You'll never be my husband. I know that. I fucked that all the way up. That's my penance. My onus. I will see you railing these hot pieces of ass and know that my place is there with you. If not as your wife, then as your facilitator. And I want to show you that tonight. Now. Please." She had lowered herself to her haunches, feeling the comfort provided by her knee pads. _I guess I owe that bitch a thank you note. _She caressed his cheek with her left hand. When he didn't pull away, she snaked her right hand down his chest, her fingernails trailing lightly over his nipple, down his belly, causing an involuntary muscle twitch. Down to his belt buckle and to his crotch. "Holy fuck David!", she exclaimed in a barely contained whisper. You were never small, but God Damn!" She lightly traced the outline of his hard cock as it was confined against his leg, tracing her fingernails against the denim, causing juuuust enough friction that there! Dave groaned as his cock twitched.

"David. Baby. Please stand up. Please let me help you get more comfortable. That's gotta be painful", Louise pleaded. She wrapped her hands around the thickness in his pants. Holy fuck. She wasn't kidding about an upgrade. Louise had a moment of hesitation wondering if he would fit in her mouth. I'll handle it. Just because I didn't LIKE giving head doesn't mean I don't KNOW how to give head. As she stroked him through his pants, she felt his resolve weaken, crumble. "That's it David. Stand up. Yes. I don't mind you holding my head like that. Mmmm... I love it when you play with my hair. No No. Let me. Let me pull this... what did Sage call it? Your Bitch Tamer? No... Bitch Breaker. Yes.. Let me please. Oh yes. Have you ever been this hard before? It's like a bar of steel. Oh yes. Pinch my nipples! Do anything you want. Now... that's it. Step out of those pants and boxers. Now, scoot your feet a little bit forward. I want you to be able to lean back a bit. Yes. Just like that. Mmmm... Did you like it when I licked it just now? I need another taste. Oh yes. I think she made your cum taste delicious if what I'm tasting is any indication. And since when do you manscape? I love it. Nothing between me and this beautiful cock. It's so smooth. Oh! did you like that? That spot right on the underside of the head? Your frenulum. I actually DID have to take anatomy, you know. I recall that being especially sensitive. Do you like this better? Me rubbing that spot with my thumb while I play with and lick your balls? Oh yes. I can _smell _you. I can't get enough of you. I can't get over how smooth everything is. Do you want me to shave my little pussy? I keep it trimmed and tidy, but I saw you staring at Jane's bald cunt. Did you like that? I'll do it, you know. Or you can, if you want. Or I'll get Jane to and you can watch! Oh! you like that idea, don't you? I felt that twitch! It moved my entire arm. Is this good David? Should I call you Sir? Oh, Sir! I think you were pleased by that. May I suck on your cock, Sir? I don't know if it will fit, but I've never had much of a gag reflex. Please, Sir, will you put it in my mouth?"

Louise was absolutely lost in a haze of lust. She was in completely foreign territory. NEVER had she spoken to ANY boyfriend or to Dave like this! Never would she BEG to suck a dick! And the Sir stuff? Where had that come from? Louise considered herself a moderate feminist. She had always felt uncomfortable with the idea of being tied up during sex. It felt degrading. Like she was being objectified instead of respected as an equal partner. And she had loved that Dave had respected her. Had never felt threatened or lesser just because she made more money than him. But this. This new thing that was coming from who knew where was _HOT. _We are definitely going to try this again!, she told herself. When she had said the word "Sir", his cock had nearly jumped out of her hand. And that was hot. She suddenly realized just how powerful she was, sitting on her knees with his cock on her hands. She could make him feel ANYTHING! _Oh yes. He was trembling. His hand had tightened almost painfully in her hair. _She fucking loved it. I want to watch him do this to Hillary. Or Jane. Or one of those slutty little twins! This was the man she had married. That she had wronged. That she had betrayed. It was time to start atoning for her sins.

Dave had never dreamed that Louise would talk to him like that. Not in his deepest fantasies had he dared to envision his lovely, strong, independent wife on her knees begging to suck his cock. Never had she spoken such dirty thoughts aloud to him. Not like that. And there she was. Looking up at him. Mouth open, tongue lazily swiping back and forth along the underside of his cock head. Waiting. Waiting for him to put his dick in her mouth. Her words had had an effect on him. Future Dave might feel some remorse, but that wasn't a problem now. Groaning, he slid his cock into her waiting mouth. Warm. Wet. Hot. Her tongue was doing things that were otherworldly. It was indescribable. He closed his eyes and groaned. In and out, the wet and noisy pop! when he drew back too far before shoving back into her waiting mouth. Her hands wrapping around his thighs. Not pushing back, but pulling _in. Fucking her face on my cock. _He looked down. In the darkness, it was hard to make out features, and in many ways that upped the eroticism. He felt less guilty about the hungry, lustful look he knew he had on his face. But he knew. He knew that she was wide-eyed, staring right at him. Urging him silently to to violate her mouth. To use her as he saw fit. How content she felt in his hands. With a start, he realized that his right hand had joined his left in holding the other side of her head. There was no other word for it. He was fucking her face. And he fucking LOVED it. He tried to back off, to slow down, but Louise was having none of it. She had convinced the Beast to come out, and she wasn't going to let Good Dave chase it away. She violently impaled her mouth on him, moaning all the while until he got the hint and resumed his pace. And suddenly, he was cumming. She felt it. She knew the moment she had pushed him over the edge. She held still, letting him move her head as he wished. Jerking spastically as jet after jet of his semen filled her mouth. She tried to swallow it all. The excess flowed down her chin and hit her breast with a wet _splat! _She followed him as he leaned back against the wall. Suddenly surging forward and getting his slightly softened erection down her throat. Felt him spasm all over again. Heard him shout. SHOUT! her name. Fighting the tears and the burning urge to expel the intruder in her throat, she locked her arms around his thighs and hummed. Her world went white. She came harder than she ever had before. Her pussy clenched. She jerked. She thought her pussy would wrench itself out of her core. After shocks rocked her body. Transcendent came to mind. Time passed. She was able to breathe now, but kept him in her mouth, gently suckling on him. She felt his knees buckle and his heavy weight push down on her shoulders. She supported his weight as his now soft cock slipped from her lips. Even soft, I can tell how much bigger it is! She said nothing as he leaned over her, forearms braced against her shoulders, chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon.

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