Jack Pot

So many potential slaves, so little time

Chapter 1 by egren egren

Your name is Marius D'angelo. For the past 26 years of your life you have been brow beaten by women, looked down upon and ridiculed. You have been married to a shrew for the past 2 years. Every night Elyse (your "charming" wife) harps on you, demeans you. She even used YOUR credit card to buy herself a sybian!

The turning point occurs one day when you come home from work as a teacher early and find her fucking some stranger. Something snaps. You lunge at the man and beat the crap out of him before tossing him out of your house. You turn to Elyse and say in a very commanding and intimidating tone "Stay here... Don't you dare leave... I will be back." With that you leave and head immediately to your Jean's house. You had known him for a long time and he is your most trusted friend. You first met him while you were working on a military base some years ago as an instructor.

"Hey Jean, do you still have any of that chloroform that they used to issue back in the day? I am gonna play a prank on Elyse" Jean nods and chuckles "yeah hang on a second." He disappears into the supply closet of his house and returns with a darkened bottle. "Here you go, now remember to be very careful not to use too much, it can cause mental damage ya know" he says. With a smile you take the bottle and head to the door "Don't worry, sheesh, like I would really do anything to hurt my own wife!" You both chuckle at this as you leave and climb into your car.

As you head back to your house, you reach into glove compartment and pull out a rag. Setting next to the bottle you drive on and finally pull into your drive way. You slowly get out of the car with the bottle and rag. You open up the bottle and douse the rag with the liquid. You are almost at your door when Elyse comes storming out of the front door. She says to you "I am leaving you, you spineless, weak, pathetic..." Hearing her verbal clenches it. You move quickly up to her and cover her face with the rag. She struggles a bit then passes out. You quickly drag her inside the house and into your bedroom. Looking over her body you can see why you married her. She was a knockout. 32D-22-30, with tawny skin, intense blue eyes, and long black hair. You grin as you look at her. "Things are going to be different from now on"

What to do?

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