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Hold On!
"Wait, stop! please…" Tears ran down my face. I watched as the stranger made my wife get on all fours.
"Honey, what the fuck is going on?!" Tears ran down her face too. We were both powerless. I couldn't do anything but sit there, naked, my body disobeying my every command.
This man had barged into our house because he owned the place. Or, did he? Didn't I own it? But he told me he owned it, and so it must be true. He commanded our bodies, which were now his, to obey him. And of course they did, because he owns them. Right? I don't know anymore...
"Please, whatever you want, we'll give it to you. Please just let us go!"
The man smiled, "And why would I do that?"
"Because this is wrong! You own us! Not ourselves and... Wait... This isn't right. Why am I saying this?" Fear grasped me, I knew something was wrong about that, but I couldn't tell what.
"Tell you what... If your wife can resist becoming addicted to my cock, I'll let you both go." He smiled at me. It was an evil smile. Disgusting me down to my core.
"A-and if she can't?..."
He laughed, "it almost sounds like you don't want her to."
"Don't worry babe! Nothing will ever make me addicted to" THWACK "COCK!"

My heart skipped a beat, "Just off of one thrust? Surely you've got more fight in you than that?" I watched as my wife stuttered and mumbled words. She was gripping the couch cushions like her life depended on it... and in a way it did.
"OOOH f-f-fuuuuuuuck. I'm cu.... Cuuuu.... Cummmmming!"
The man continued to thrust slowly back and forth into her. Her face showed the obvious truth. Her brain was fried and turned into mush.

"Oops, I think I over did it. Hope you don't mind being married to a vegetable." I sat, face in shock as I watched the woman who used to be my wife do nothing but make grunting sounds and try to say words. I didn't know it then, but she would never speak another word other than 'cock' ever again...
"Now what to do with you." He turned his gaze to me, then snapped his fingers. "Ah ha! I've got just the idea. You're nothing but a cuckold pimp for your cock brained wife. You want to do nothing more than get her fucked by as many men as possible. You will never touch her pussy again, but you won't care. You'll masterbate as you film your wife getting fucked over and over. Sound good? Don't care, that's what you'll do."
The last thing I remember was cumming in my hand as my wife fucked this stud in front of me. Maybe I'll call my friends to come over and use her?
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