I knew his taunt was a tissue of lies, and his words were just an illusion. A cruel, sick mind-fuck before twisting it around into another of his degrading and sick games. And so it should prove as his arm reached down and his hand began rubbing at my crotch, which then fatefully started to stir. It was my downfall as he asserted his status, berating my wanton display. He exerted his stamp as he cut me to size with words which were steeped in contempt.
“Ah, so you do want to defile me, you cheap little whore. You want me submit to your will? Well so be it, and tonight I will give you your chance. But, my sweet pansy, it’s a one-time only, so you’d better pray that nothing goes wrong.”
Then with a cunning, dry smile he looked into my eyes as he sank to his knees at my feet.
My mind was in turmoil as I held onto his gaze, looked down at his menacing glare. Kevin then reached up and unbuckled my belt before pulling down my trousers and jocks. I lifted my feet as he eased my clothes free, then coolly tossed them aside. As I reset my stance, relieved that he was still kneeling, he reached up and placed his hands on each of my butt-cheeks. He then guided my crotch to a mere inch from his face, and licked his tongue the full width of his lips …….
I knew he was playing some sick, twisted game which was sure to end in my defilement. As I considered with dread what could be the outcome, my cock reverted to being droopy and flaccid.
“Just what I thought, my cucky, weak neighbour. I knew you were less than a man. Even less than a wimp, more like a girl with a penis, and you deserve what I’m gonna do next.”
And with that foreboding statement I froze in dark horror as he produced an inauspicious and daunting cock cage. His fingers worked deftly, determined and swift, as he encased my sad and limp weeny.
“I don’t want you seeding your fertile hot wife. That job is now down to my crew. It’s only when you come to my party, which is now guaranteed, that your little weenie will be freed from its cage.”
Then he stood upright and unbuckled his belt and slid down his own trousers and jocks. He put one hand on top of my head whilst the other made a snap with his fingers. I gulped in despair as I then took my place, on my knees at the feet of my master.
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When I got home, Debbie was already in bed, and from the afternoon wine seemed to be in deep sleep. I glanced at the clock and saw it was way after midnight, and was glad she’d given up waiting. There was no possible way I could’ve explained my cage, and her slumber let me off a barbed hook.
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SATURDAY
As the morning light filtered through the drapes I was thankful it was Saturday and not a work-day. I gently eased out of bed without disturbing a still sleeping Debbie, desperate not to let her see my encasement. I then managed to avoid her until we were fully dressed and ready to go do our usual Saturday morning trip to the mall.
Following Debbie’s lead, we trudged from one baby boutique to the next, until eventually, finally, we purchased several bags of groceries and a take-out before making our way back to our home. But no sooner had we staggered in through the front door with the shopping when I had to turn around to answer the knocking.
“Hi, Kevin, I didn’t expect to see you. What is it you’re after?”
“I’m sorry to be a pain,” he said with wry humour, “but I’d like to borrow your wife. It’s just for a mo, I won’t keep her long, but I’d like her female opinion.”
So I was alone with the aroma of take-out filling the kitchen as I anxiously paced, knowing Kevin had Debbie inside his home. But I was greatly relieved when soon she returned, and seemed in a very good humour.
“Kevin has shown me around his nice home, and what he has planned for the party. I didn’t know you’d set up a stage, equipped with strobe lights and big mirrors. He said they were props for an erotic side-show and a hired stripper, but he was annoyed that she’s had to back out. He said the job paid exceedingly well, and could I please, please help him get out of his dilemma. I don’t know why, but I’ve agreed to fill in. I know I shouldn’t have accepted, but he offered this bundle of cash.”
And with that incredulous statement, she showed me the contents of a big, brown-paper bag which was half-full of scrunched up 20’s and 50’s.
I was fully stunned that Debbie had agreed to be the party-girl stripper, despite the exorbitant inducement. She then shocked me by stating she could sure use the money, and I countered with, “I thought I gave you enough”.
But I was horrified when her eyes glazed over and she stared off into a vacant, middle distance and breathed “But Kevin’s got more …. much, much more”.
She then suddenly snapped out of her impromptu muse, and said not to worry because under her cop costume she’d have her bikini, and she wouldn’t be taking it off. But I knew which bikini, because she only had one, and it was skimpy and held together with string.
She then proceeded to explain that Kevin’s crew were expecting to have a stripper, and he was anxious not to lose face. She said he almost begged her to do it, and said he’d didn’t mind if it was a bit tame, like a modest and old fashioned peep-show. She said he’d then grabbed her by the shoulders and exclaimed, (and I give an almost verbatim quote) … :-
“Yes, that’s it, that’s it. The key to having a good show is knowing how to promote it ….. say ‘Welcome, gents, welcome, roll up for the show, my very own tame little Peep Show'”.
Then he’d told her the guests would be happy if she just stripped down her bikini, and perhaps give them a tame little peep as the grand finale. He’d said she’d be quite safe if she was only a tease, and did nothing outrageous to taunt them. But she said Kevin had warned her his crew would go wild if they were provoked, and that if they started to heckle, then just to ignore them and don’t do anything to try to out-dare them. He’d said if she just stripped down to her skimpy bikini and perhaps offer them a tame little peep, everything would work out just fine. She said he’d stressed that if she got too daring and provocative his crew might get inflamed, and he’d already told her lurid and graphic stories about the despicable things they’d do to any hot women who unwittingly fell into their hands.
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We started to get ready, and after my shower I put on a bathrobe and furtively sneaked back to our bedroom. Debbie then went off to take her shower while I reluctantly dressed as Bo Peep. I had to get my costume out of its box, but Debbie’s was already laid out on the bed in precise order. Her police uniform was there, along with its hat and truncheon, and the handcuffs and a small set keys. Then laying adjacent and neatly set out was her delicate, dainty string bikini. I thought I was crazy, but I had to look twice when I saw something odd with the strings. On closer inspection they’d surely been extended ‘cos they seemed much longer than before. I then was distracted by the loud roar of engines, the same thunder I’d heard all afternoon. I looked out the window to check on the rumble, and was suddenly struck numbly frozen. I almost choked at the sight in our street, which now contained a truly extraordinary accumulation. Our tree-lined backwater in sleepy suburbia was now a sea of parked-up chrome Harleys. I started to count, but my brain turned to mush when the number got up around twenty. I shook myself free from my mesmerised stupor to finish my Bo Peep transformation. After I’d finished getting dressed up, and with my clandestine cage safely hidden under swathes of frilly bell-dress, I needed to put on some make-up. I’d been told to compliment my curly blonde wig with ruby red lips and blue eye-shadow. I went to get Debbie’s bag of make-up which she keeps in the bathroom, and happened to walk in as she was stepping out from the shower. I hadn’t seen her naked for a couple of weeks, and when she flashed me full-frontal I was shocked when my prying eyes zoomed in. She’d always kept a neatly trimmed bush, which she said was her sweet, sacred garden, and despite my occasional timid requests, she’d always kept it quite lush, insisting it ensured her decorum. But her well-tended pasture was now bare, smooth and white, and apparently being used as a billboard. Two words were written clearly in thick black-ink pen, in lieu of her now clean-shaven pubes. And if those words were revealed as her striptease finale, there’s no telling at what deeds may then happen. That carte-blanche notation, written bold, black and neat, would surely invite persecution. And to my dark shame as I read the in***********ion, I felt a stir in my cage. Our eyes met for the briefest of moments, but we exchanged not one single word. She swished a towel around her and raced back to the bedroom, as I stood frozen in dumbfounded confusion. Were those words intended for me, and having seen them, should I now quickly go follow? But my clandestine confinement killed off the option, so I started applying my make-up. By the time I’d finished and went back to the bedroom, Debbie was all dressed and looked like a police-woman. She looked at me coolly, straight eye to eye, and said, “Well, I think I’m just about ready.”
I looked her straight back and said in a hoarse whisper, “Yes, I think I am too.”
What else could I say?
As we headed off towards our front door, her pubic notice was swirling around my brain.
My wife was about to strip down to a skimpy, long-string bikini in front of Kevin and his gang of wild bikers. And if those two words ever came into their view ………
And as my dumbfounded haze began to clear, it clicked where I’d heard them spoken before. It’s what Kevin had said SHOULD have be written on the bald sex of the doll he had tied in his bedroom.
But then I shamefully recalled several years prior when I’d also heard those very same words. It’s what Kevin had cruelly forced me to say, one night when we were way back in college.
And now they’re emblazoned as bold as could be, in black pen on the sex of my wife.
Had she also, somehow, been forced to comply, or had she deliberately placed herself in grave peril?
I wasn’t sure, but one thing was clear. She was using the exact same two words which had sealed my fate, one night when I was with Kevin in college …. and tonight could end the same way.
I closed my eyes and shuddered with goose-bumps as I recalled the vision of seeing my wife stepping out of the shower with those two little words written in large, bold, black letters on her white and clean-shaven sex.
I re-read the words ……
RAPE ME
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THE REALIZATION AND REVELATION
We locked our front door behind us, and when Debbie, now dressed as a police-woman with her skimpy, long-string bikini underneath, and myself, now dressed as Bo Peep in wig and full make-up, reached the entrance to Kevin’s driveway, I had a sudden rush of blood to my head. I grabbed the sleeve of her costume, causing her to stop in her tracks, and we stood square eye-to-eye as I spoke :-
“I saw what you’ve got written on …. you know …. down there ….. and I think this whole set-up is too risky.”
“Why, what are you worried about?” Debbie replied, like she hadn’t a care in the world.
“It’s because I love you and I’m not sure I trust Kevin …. I don’t want anything bad to happen, so I think we just ought to go home.”
“And what exactly do you think might happen?” Debbie asked, almost as a taunt, and definitely in a challenging, abrasive tone I’d never heard her use before.
“Well, you know, down there, what you’ve got written. It might be that …..” I stated, it being obvious what I meant.
“So?” Debbie snapped back, as she twitched her sleeve to pull the fabric free from my grasp. “It doesn’t really matter now, does it?”
“Why, what do you mean…’So’ ? What are you talking about?” I asked, unnerved by her stark tone and unsure where this was going.
“I’m saying, it’s a bit late.” Debbie said, still cool and off hand.
“It’s never too late. I still don’t know what you mean.”
“You want me to spell it out? …. That jobs been done.” declared Debbie, like she didn’t care.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying? That you’ve been ….?” I asked, panicking now, but also flinching from a short, sharp jolt inside my cock-cage when Debbie cut my question short with slight but definite nods of her head.
“When?” I added in a croak.
“About six months ago.”
“Excuse me?” I blurted, incredulous, as she affirmed her catastrophic revelation with definitive timing, but which had also caused another sharp jab inside my cage. “Where? …. How?”
“That time I stayed over at Angie’s …. I had too many margaritas,” Debbie admitted straight out without emotion.
“And it was ….. like …. he forced you, right?”
Unnervingly, Debbie just shrugged her shoulders.
“Who was it? Did you report it? Why didn’t you tell me?” I spilt out.
“And then what? You write a stern letter?” she scoffed, as I winced at her hurtful, low blow.
“But you did report it?” I asked, still shocked and incredulous.
“Nope,” Debbie answered, nonchalant, like it didn’t seem to matter.
“Why not? Did you know the guy?”
“I didn’t at the time, no, not really.”
“What do you mean, at the time not really?” not understanding where all this was coming from.
“Angie knew him, and she’d told me all about him …. but I didn’t believe ….. expect …..” her words trailing away as she seemed to become distracted and wistful.
“But he did force you, though, right?”
Again, to my consternation, Debbie just shrugged her shoulders, as I recalled her ‘stay over’ at Angie’s had been for four nights.
I took a deep breath to steel my emotions before I asked the next question, having realised what her shrug may have actually meant :-
“And have you seen him since …. I mean, has he ….. you ……? ” I started, but trailed away. She knew what I was asking.
“Not since that weekend, no ….. he’s been away … was back in jail,” Debbie said.
“Oh,” was my blank response, but then realised the connotations of her wording, and added, “But he’s out now, yes?”
“Yes,” she admitted flatly.
“And do you know where he is, what he’s doing?” I asked, as I simultaneously realised that the couple of sharp jolt inside my cock-cage had morphed into an overarching, painful ache.
“If you want to know the truth ….. even you do,” she stated, and despite this cryptic new information, I still hadn’t grasped the handle of this monumental riddle she was unveiling.
“How would I know where he is? ….. Do I know him?” The riddle now starting to fry scars of my brain.
“That time at Angie’s, after he’d …. we ….. you know … afterwards ….. we got talking, and …..”
“You talked?” now realising they were more comfortable together than I’d first assumed.
“Well, yeah,” she stated, as if it was obvious they would’ve had a conversation ‘after’.
“Go on,” I conceded.
“Well, we got talking, and, you know, certain things fell into place.”
“And you see him now? …. You’ve got together?” I asked, the dull ache inside my cock-cage becoming decidedly painful.
Debbie gazed deep into my eyes for several long seconds …. analysing ….. scrutinizing …. then took a deep, long breath before she spoke, “Not long after he got out, next door came up for rent, so I rang him …. and he went and got it and moved in.”
“Oh my God,” I blurted out loud, mainly at myself in shocked realization, “And he’s been calling round to see you every day …. so has he … have you….?” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.
“Every afternoon this week …. and most of yesterday morning,” she said straight out.
“Oh, jeez,” I squawked, as I flung my arms and turned away so as not to face her, assuming everything I thought solid was now lost. But within a millisecond of hearing this new information I’d already started to join the dots, and some really weird coincidences were now starting to make sense. But that didn’t explain the excruciating pain inside my cock-cage, which was almost bringing tears to my eyes. I then turned back around to face her …. reassuring myself she was still in one piece and seemed unharmed.
“But it wasn’t, you know ……? He didn’t force you or hurt you?” I had to ask.
“What do you care, you weren’t there,” she threw back, then took a few heavy, deep breaths before adding, “You know what he’s like …. take a shot.”
“But we can put this behind us, right here and right now …… lets turn around and go home …. start anew.” I offered, my inappropriate pain slightly abating.
She again stared into my soul for an unnervingly long moment, then hammered another cuckold nail into my coffin :-
“He called his crew in special, you know, to celebrate his homecoming …. give them a treat …. and that treat, my dear hubby, is gonna be me.”
Her eyes then flared a defiant flare …. then continued to stare me down. I felt myself take a deep, reflex gulp under her oppressive gaze, and after several long, tense seconds, and as the word, “But ….. ” was weakly coming out of my mouth, she added :-
” …. and you too, if you want ……….. So are you coming with me or what?”
She then turned on her heel and strode up the long driveway ….. and not once did she stop to glance back.
……
When she reached Kevin’s doorstep with me five steps behind, I called her name and she spun around to face me with a, “What?”
“But your ovulation …. I mean …. I don’t want …… ”
“Oh, yeah, about that,” she acknowledged, as she started fishing with her fingers inside her uniform’s top pocket, then producing a little key dangling from a dainty little chain, “That’s not really your problem now, is it?” she proclaimed, before returning my liberation into her pocket.
She then turned to face the door and jabbed her finger into the bell-push ….
……. which caused me agony in oh, so many sweet ways …….
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