My Wife’s Gangbang

I gasped as I awoke in the pitch black. No candlelight, no dim glow of lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. I shifted uncomfortably in the darkness. I was…sitting upright? As I gathered my bearings, I realized I was in a chair. Until now I must have been slumped over, ****. I tried to stand and immediately came back to rest in the seat of the hard chair, realizing my ankles were rigidly bound to the chair’s legs, as were my wrists behind my back. I settled my shoulders and relaxed my jaw. I’d been clenching it in my sleep. I took a deep breath and exhaled. Mistress was toying with me.

Wait…mistress? What the fuck was I talking about? All at once, a fog had lifted; it felt like a spell had been broken. Why the fuck was I calling my whore of a wife mistress? I was overcome with indignation and rage, wrestling in vain against my restraints. I felt like myself again, before all the hypnosis and brainwashing. Something had changed.

The florescent glow of a TV screen lit up the room. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the sudden light. When did she install that screen? Our bedroom. An empty bed, no activity. Why was I watching a camera feed into our bedroom?

My stomach dropped as my question was answered. A man entered the camera frame holding my wife, who had her legs wrapped around the man’s waist. He carried her into our bedroom and set her on the bed as they kissed. And of course he’s black, I thought to myself, gritting my teeth. He pulled off my wife’s shirt as she held her arms up for him, collapsing on the bed. He pulled off her shorts and her underwear, kissing her legs as he pulled her panties off of her tight body. Then he pulled down his boxers. My wife's head dropped back when she saw his cock, a smile creeping across her face. He laughed. He had his back to the camera, so I couldn’t see. But judging by her reaction, he was huge.

He leaned in and kissed her deeply and she leaned back and spread her legs and reached over to his dick, stroking him with both of her hands.

As I watched, I recalled her **** of me in the days prior, her **** of my asshole…oh my god… In horror, I began to remember what had happened to me over the past…well, I couldn’t tell how long it had been. She had fucked my ass. Beaten me. Compelled me to say humiliating things. Fucked other men in front of me. Locked me down here…! Gotten knocked up by one of her lovers... I almost couldn’t bear to recall all the things I’d said and done and gone along with. What the fuck had happened to me?

I was aware, however vaguely, that I’d been hypnotized. My wife had become a witch, somehow. I felt nauseous, my head spinning. But I hardly had time. Another man — another black man — had walked into my old bedroom. So that’s what this was, I thought. But then another walked in…and another…and another…and another…

I was going to be sick.

In the midst of the hell I was waking up to, a quiet thought crossed my mind: Why now? I had been tortured in all sorts of creative ways for days, maybe weeks. Why was I suddenly back to my old self? I didn’t know why, but I thought it must be by design. She did this to me. She snapped me out of it somehow, just so this moment would hurt me more.

The horde descended on her, her white skin getting lost behind the gang of horny apes, each fighting for a chance to satisfy themselves with one of my wife’s tight pink holes.

I jumped as the seat beneath me suddenly started vibrating. There was a vibrator attached to the chair I was sitting in, pressed against my balls and asshole, just touching the base of my cock. The feeling was overwhelming. Involuntarily, I pressed my weight down into the vibrator with what little control I had over my body. I hated everything that was happening. My helplessness, my humiliation, the niggers taking turns on my wife. To make matters worse, my cock was at full mast. I was hard as fuck. The sensation of the vibrator seemed to overcome everything else, and my desire for the sensation to intensify overcame my anger and humiliation. How could I deny it? My dick was hard and I was leaning into the source of the pleasure. It felt good. My life had become a never-ending stream of humiliation and degradation. I hated that it turned me on. Begrudgingly, and out of morbid curiosity — or so I told myself — I looked back up at the TV screen to witness my wife’s gangbang.

My stomach churned as one after another fucked her senseless. I noticed a black spade on her ass. She had really done it. Maybe it was a fake, I told myself limply. But deep down, I knew. I couldn’t take it anymore. I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t shut out the sound. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter as her moans filled the air, her filthy outbursts penetrating my skull. Still, I refused to open my eyes.

“Fuck me…oh my god, fuck me harder! I love your big black cock…”

“You like this nigga dick?” One of them asked. “Fuck that white bitch,” another one chimed in.

“Oh, fuck yes! I'm a little white bitch, I love nigger dick!"

“Whoa!” The men laughed. They liked it.

“You a white bitch?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“You like nigga dick?”

“Nigg-er dick,” one of the men corrected him. They all laughed and my slut wife smiled as she got pounded. She liked calling them niggers. It got her off. Fortunately, it seemed to get them off too.

“Fuck yeah, I’m a dumb little white bitch! I'm a slut for nigger cock!"

The men shouted and fucked her harder.

“Ugh, don’t encourage her,” I muttered to myself.

“Fuck me nigger! All you niggers fuck me until I’m fucking stupid! Break me, split me in half and fucking wreak my pussy oh fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!!!”

The men screeched, pawing at her and slapping her ass.

“Oh fuck, I love your big black cock! Ruin my little white pussy with your nigger cock!!” She cried.

I still refused to open my eyes. Her moans became garbled as they took turns putting dicks in my wife’s mouth. By the sound of it, they all came in her face one by one.

Finally, mercifully, it all stopped.

The door creaked open. She walked into the dungeon. Hair disheveled, chest heaving, sweat glistening. She turned around and I saw the Queen of Spades tattoo up close. It was real.

She lit a few candles. A metronome began ticking. I felt sleepy, relaxed, even. A warm rush of pleasure washed over me. I smiled faintly. That was all actually kinda hot, in a way…

“Open up, little piggy,” she mumbled. She had multiple loads of cum in her mouth.

I looked up at her blankly.

“Open up, now.”

I obeyed. She spit the cum into my mouth.

“Good boy,” she said, wiping her lips. “Now swallow.”

I gulped it all down as she smiled.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t like it, little faggot,” she taunted me, skin glistening in the low light. “You swallowed up their loads like a good little cumslut. And you’re hard as a rock,” she added, running a finger along my penis.

“Mm…you’re right. Thank you, mistress.”

“You’re welcome, bitch.”

She rewarded me with a sharp slap across the face.