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The Downslide

Part 5

Fuckmeat

As the weeks dragged by I became more and more concerned about the fate of my wife. The questions multiplied in my mind to the point that I felt myself drifting into insanity. My dealings with the wives sent to “console” me became increasingly more violent. They had stopped appearing human to me and any empathy in my soul had died. I beat them, whipped them, raped them and they generally left bruised and sobbing. Some needed assistance to return to the club car sent to pick them up. It seemed strange that money continued to be deposited into our bank account.


Eventually a text message reached my phone. “Be in the Managers office at 10:00am tomorrow.” I drove to the club with my head in a whirl. Finally I would get her back. “Today is a day for redemption.” I thought. I was nervous but inwardly joyful as I approached the door of the Managers office. I knocked and a strained voice called: “Enter.” As I walked in the door I was met by the site of the Club Manager sitting behind his desk leaning back in his chair. His hands were firmly gripping a mop of blonde hair as he grunted and convulsed. After about twenty seconds he released his grip and the woman between his legs rose. He motioned me to sit in a visitors chair. I almost fainted as the woman rose to her feet and faced me. It was my wife, my Jennifer. Her grey green eyes glinted a little in recognition as she stood beside the Manager, her hands placed behind her neck.


She was wearing only a thick leather collar and a sculpted leather corset that provided some support to her ample breasts but covered none of her womanly features. She looked fitter than I recalled, a little more trim yet still with that classic hourglass figure I so loved. It struck me that her lips carried the same scarlet red tattoo that all the “owned” women sported. Her breasts seemed firmer and her nipples somehow larger and darker. The thing that shocked me most was her pussy. The neat and rather meek pussy that I had known intimately for years had been modified into something that could best described as obscene. Her outer labia were far puffier than they had ever been and the delicate inner lips had been somehow lengthened and engorged. They protruded from the outer lips and appeared to press them aside At the front of her bare slit an enlarged clitoris stood proud of the labia. Her labia minora and the clitoris were glistening with her juices. The result appeared to stand as an invitation for use.


The Manager sat beside her, his right hand slowly fondling her buttocks as he spoke. “Hello Ronald, its good to see you. I trust you are well. I know you have been well serviced.” I blushed at his statement. He looked at my wife and said: “Are you going to greet our guest, cunt?” “Yes Master.” Was the quick reply. “Hello Sir.” Was all she said. “I think you should at least kiss your husband.” She walked over to me and leant down to kiss my mouth, her soft breasts hanging before me. As our mouths met I reached up to fondle her breast. She moaned at my touch as her mouth opened and her tongue invaded my mouth. In an instant I realised that the Manager had only had us kiss so I could taste his cum in her mouth.


He clicked his fingers and she recoiled from the kiss, slowly walking back to her position beside the Manager. I was confused and my head was spinning. My world had shifted off its axis and everything seemed to be spinning out of control. The Manager looked me in the eyes as he slowly lifted his hand to Jennifers pussy. She moaned as he began to plough his fingers back and forth through her engorged slit. “It is probably time for us to discuss your contract with us.” As he continued I tried to focus on his words but comprehended little of what he was saying. My whole being was focused on nothing but this mans fingers casually sliding through my wifes pussy.


As he spoke she began to buck against the movement of his hand. She orgasmed and steadied herself on the desk as the Manager said: “In short, I have decided to keep her as my companion.” “What? What are you saying? You bastard! You said you would return her to me! This is all wrong, it doesnt make sense.” “It makes perfect sense my good man. She pleases me, I want to keep her at my side. There is little else to say.” “But, but … you cant.” “I can and I will. When I tire of her you might have her back. Who knows?”


He looked at Jennifer who was slowly composing herself. “Tell your husband what you are called.” “Yes Master. Fuckmeat, this slut is called Fuckmeat.” She blushed a little and looked back to him for approval. “Good girl.” He turned to me. “You see Ronald, she is not who she was. Tell me Fuckmeat, would you like to leave here with your husband?” Clearly confused by the question she looked at me, then at the Manager. With a puzzled look she asked: “What does Master desire?” He gripped her buttocks and pulled her close. “”I think you already know the answer to that question.” She nuzzled her hip against his shoulder as he looked me in the eyes. “I think that is settled, dont you?” I was speechless. How had things come to this?


“What have you done to her you bastard? I saw those films. I saw the torture she was subjected to. You have broken her mind. She doesnt know what she wants.” “I believe we have improved her Ronald. With you she was untapped potential. So many wasted decades until I found her. Im sure you love the money she earns. Enjoy it my friend, while you can. I am grooming her for some niche markets and the rewards will flow to me and to you. When she is not working she shares my bed. If you are a good boy we might allow you to participate in some of her special shows. For now let me introduce you to her new lover.”


He pressed an intercom on his desk and barked an order: “Bring in Bruno.” Her eyes widened then slowly closed in delight at these words. I was shocked, horrified, angry, desolate so many emotions were banging against each other in my brain. “Go to the front of the desk and get ready for him Fuckmeat.” She obeyed and sat on the edge of the desk, her legs splayed apart. She breathed deeply as her glazed eyes looked intently at me. Slowly I hardened at the obscene spectacle of my wife spread like a whore waiting for some “lover” to appear.


Within moments a large Doberman was brought into the room. She sat, motionless, as he loped up to her and planted his muzzle between her legs. In one instant he was lapping at her furiously as she moaned in ecstasy. It seemed as if the room had disappeared to her. Her eyes looked visionless as the dog brought her to an increasingly frantic orgasm. It was like nothing I had ever witnessed. The Manager smugly interjected, telling me that they had enhanced her pleasure responses. She felt everything more sensually and was now driven by little more than the animal responses to her bodys erogenous zones. The dog, he explained, was able to tap the deepest core of this state.


“You fucking pig. You took my wife from a happy home and turned her into this?” “Youve enjoyed the company of many such women my man. And I daresay you will enjoy more. I have been very generous to you. Dont ever forget that.” He clicked his fingers and Jennifer knelt on the floor, presenting herself to the dog. He deftly mounted her and for at least fifteen minutes she wailed as he pistoned her like a bitch dog from the streets. Here was my wife, moaning like someone possessed, her flesh jiggling and tits wildly swinging as she was fucked by a dog.


At that moment I felt that I had ceased to exist as a person. I had not seen her in months. I had hoped for a tear-filled reunion and then a night of passion such as I had craved these past weeks. Instead I had this. A kiss from a whore whose mouth was filled with another mans cum, rejection and the humiliation of watching her taken like a bitch dog. She didnt even notice me leave.




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