The Meek Shall Inherit the Shaft
Part 1 of 3.
Hi. My name is John, an unemployed office supplier. Amy, my wife, is an artist.
We're not a very aggressive couple. Actually we're pretty passive. That's one of
the reasons I lost my job. Life and people seem to constantly be pushing us
around. Amy occasionally picks up jobs catering small parties. For a while, that
was our only income. Needless to say money was tight. Our lives changed
drastically, a while back, when my wife met Tracy at an art auction. Tracy was a
high class women who just moved into the ritzy part of town. They hit it off and
Tracy, knowing we needed money, started offering my wife jobs as a caterer to
her party's. She also bought some of Amy's artwork. One day Amy needed help with
one of Tracy's parties. I offered to drive the food down and help serve it. Bob,
Tracy's husband, wasn't very friendly and took an "uppity" attitude with me. He
refereed to me as "boy" when he wanted something. For Amy's sake I swallowed my
pride and helped serve the food. I also noticed that Tracy treated Amy like a
real servant. I guess Amy didn't care. I never heard her complain. The day after
the party, my wife got a frantic call from Tracy asking us to come over that
evening. When we got there both Tracy and her husband started yelling at us for
serving tainted food and getting some of their guests sick. Amy was in tears and
I didn't know what to say. "You little shits", Bob yelled, "I'll ruin you, by
the time my lawyers are done you'll be begging for food off the streets". "See
that dog bowl", screamed Tracy, "That's the only food you'll be able to afford".
"Please, Please", cried Amy, "We'll do anything, I didn't know the food was
bad". "Anything" Tracy said, a little half smile on her face, "OK. Lets see.
Both of you stay here while me and Bob talk. DON'T MOVE. We'll be right back".
With that Bob and Tracy went down into the basement. "Amy, how could you serve
bad food? Do you have any idea what they can do to us. What if one of the guests
got really sick". Amy nodded, "We'll just have to do anything they say and hope
they don't sue us. This is the last party I'll ever cater". When Bob and Tracy
returned they seemed a lot calmer. "Bob and I decided not to call our lawyers if
you'll put on a little show for us", Tracy said coyly. "Lets get down to the
basement". The basement was a huge room with couches against the walls leaving
the center area clear. Bob sat down on one couch while Tracy sat down on the
couch opposite him, leaving me and Amy in the middle. "OK", Bob commanded,
"Here's the rules! My wife will own John. He must do anything my wife says for
the next hour. Amy likewise will belong to me and do whatever I say. Is it
agreed?". "Anything ", I said, "I don't know if I like this". "Please", begged
Amy, "It's only for an hour. I want to get this over with". "Agreed", I said,
swallowing my last vestige of manhood. "Lets go". It was Tracy's turn first.
"John I want you to come over here by me. Kneel down at my feet. Take my heels
off, and start licking and sucking my toes through my stockings. NOW". I thought
to myself, "this wasn't so bad", and proceeded to remove her high heels and suck
on her toes. The smell and taste were starting to turn me on. I could see Tracy
was starting to get hot also. She slid one hand under her skirt towards her
pussy. The other hand fondled her breast through her bra. As Tracy started
moaning I increased the tempo of my sucking. First one foot then the other. She
seemed eager to constantly jam her feet in my mouth. After a while she told me
to stop and remove her pantyhose. While still kneeling I worked the hose off her
ass and down her legs. She took the hose and put the feet part in my mouth while
covering my head with the panty part. It was now Bobs turn. He told Amy to go
over to me and take my clothes off. Amy was reluctant at first, but with a hard
smack on the ass she complied. First my shirt then shoes, socks, pants and
underwear were stripped from me. Tracy then told me to strip Amy. I was really
getting turned on making my wife naked in front of these people. Bob and Tracy
started laughing as they watched my erection grow. Tracy had Amy take the hose
off my head and tied up my balls with one of the legs. I winced as she pulled
the noose tighter. She then commanded me down on all fours and paraded me around
the room like a dog on a leash. Bob told Amy to get down on all fours also. I
was then led up to Amy's ass an instructed to get my tongue deep inside. I could
hear Amy moaning and new she was getting turned on. While trying to get my
tongue deeper and deeper up her ass. Tracy came behind me and with a sharp
thrust wiggled her lubed hand up my hole. I screamed out in pain to no avail.
The hand and arm sank deeper and deeper into me. Bob, seeing that I stopped
tonguing Amy, came over and pushed my face hard against her ass. After a while I
got used to Tracy's hand and began to enjoy it as she moved it in and out. Bob
then took Amy and put her next to me, still on all fours, so are bodies were
touching. Amy screamed loudly as Tracy thrust her other hand up my wife's ass.
Nearly fainting, Bob came over to hold her up as Tracy's arms pumped in and out
of our holes. Amy recovered and we found ourselves moving our bodies to the
rhythm of Tracy's fucking. Tracy was getting tired. After one last deep push she
withdrew her arms and hands. Our asses made popping sounds as the now large
holes were finally allowed to close. Me and Amy fell to the floor exhausted.
Tracy wiped her arms on our backs and hair. She then went back to the couch and
put on a pair of white tights. Bob then laid Amy down on her back in front of
his wife. Amy's ass was against Tracy's left foot with her legs and feet resting
on Tracy's thigh. Tracy told me to lie down next o Amy and get in the same
position. Bob came over and attached nipple clamps to both me an Amy. We again
cried out in pain. Bob then took a nasty looking clit clamp. He spread Amy's
pussy wide, found her clit and clamped it on. Amy started screaming. Tracy took
her foot and shoved it into my wife's cunt saying, "stop screaming bitch or my
whole foot is going into your wet pussy". I think mostly out of fear, my wife
stopped crying. Bob then took some string and attached my nipple clamps to
Amy's. He took another string and attached it to Amy's clit clamp. The other end
of this he looped on his wife's finger. Tracy said, "Now we're going to have
some real fun. Here's the deal. Each time Amy screams Bob is going to take a pin
and stick it in the head of Johns prick. When John screams I'll give a sharp
tug to Amy's clit clamp. Is everyone ready?". Very meekly Amy asked what she was
going to do. Tracy replied, "I like collecting one of a kind things. Today I'm
going to wear a pair of expensive
shoes". Bob then took some lube and rubbed it around my wife's ass. Then he took
his wife's foot and started working its way up Amy's ass. Every time Amy cried
out he would stop, take a straight pin, and stick it in the head of my penis.
After what seemed like hours he managed to get the heel of his wife's foot into
Amy's ass. Amy was sobbing uncontrollably. Thank god she wasn't screaming
anymore. My prick looked like a pin cushion all covered in blood. Amazingly it
was still erect. Bob lubed my hole and started to work his wife's other foot
into my ass. Tracy stopped him and with one big push shoved most of her foot in.
I tried to stop but I screamed out in pain. Tracy gave a sharp tug on her string
and I could see my wife's clit spring up out of her pussy. Amy started thrashing
around so Bob pinned her hands down to keep her still. With a mischievous grin
Tracy then gave another push until her heel buried deep inside me.
Both me and Amy were moaning as we felt her toes wiggling around in our bowels.
Bob took out the pins from my head and started to stroke my shaft using my own
blood as a lubricant. At the same time Tracy gave little tugs on the clit clamp
while Bob shoved a large dildo up Amy's cunt. It didn't take long before both of
us came. Bob directed my cum over to Amy's pussy. After Amy climaxed he took her
dildo and shoved it in my mouth, ordering me to lick it clean. Tracy looked at
the time and said our hour was
almost up. She gently removed her feet and our clamps from us. Her tights were
gooey and brown with some of our poop. She stood over us and alternated putting
her feet in our mouths until we had tongued them clean and they were white
again. In one last gesture, before time expired, she asked Bob to fill up the
large dog dish. Me and Amy were then instructed to bury our heads in the bowl
and eat. With our asses in the air Bob shoved his cock up Amy's ass. Tracy
strapped on a large dildo and buried it in my ass also. By the time they
climaxed me and Amy were almost done with the food. With our heads still in the
dog bowl, we pleaded to go home. Laughing, Tracy and Bob tied our hands behind
our backs. They then dragged us over to a large dog cage in another part of the
basement. They tossed us in, locked the cage and began to walk away. Me and Amy
started cursing them out for breaking their promise. Saying we "needed to cool
off", Bob and Tracy came back to the cage. Bob , with his dick still out,
started to piss into the cage. First on Amy then on me. Tracy then squatted down
and pissed into a water dish. Opening up one side of the cage she pushed the
dish in. She then ordered us to drink her piss. If we didn't finish in 30
seconds she threatened to castrate both me and Amy. With fear in our eyes we
eagerly lapped up the yellow liquid. Smiling, they walked away and turned out
the lights. Me and Amy, sore and dirty, held each other in the darkness. We both
wondered what the next day would bring.
