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depravedpleasure · 10 years ago

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(I liked your ‘Perfect Cuckquean Humiliation’ fantasy post, so I turned it into a story. Hope you enjoy :)

The doorbell rings, and you practically skip down the hall to answer it. Tonight is a special night, your anniversary, and all your friends and family are getting together to help celebrate. You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face all day as you meticulously prepared every detail, even wearing in his favorite lingerie under your party dress. Your husband was your world, and tonight you were going to prove it to him.

Slowly party guests trickled in, until everyone was present. Nearly everyone. You had asked your guests to arrive early than your husband, so he could be surprised by everyone when he arrived. But he was late. Really late. You didn’t notice at first, distracted by catching up with everyone you knew, but slowly you start to get more and more worried. Where was he? You text him, call him, but nothing. He wasn’t responding to you.

Finally, the door bursts open, and you know it is him. You rush over, desperate to make sure everything was okay. And you see her: the woman wrapped around his arm. Confusion spreads across your face.

“What happened?” you ask, trying to mentally find some rational explanation for all of this. Your husband opens his mouth, but she responds first.

“Shut up cunt!” she yells, her voice half anger and half sing song mockery. Rage fills your face, but any response is stolen from your lips. Surely your friends and family would back you up against this harlot.

“Listen,” you husband states calmly, “we need to talk. I’ve decided I need something else from this relationship. You’re just…”

“Not enough of a woman to deserve him,” the other woman interjects, as she reaches out and jabs her finger into your breast. It was only then that you really began to take her in. Even though she was dressed casually, especially compared to you, she was stunningly beautiful. You briefly wonder what she could look like if she tried…

“But honey…” you start, your voice weak and a tear welling in your eye. You take a step back, looking for support from your friends and family. You’re cut off again before you can figure out what to say.

“Don’t misunderstand me. You’re still and will continue to be my wife. My romantic passions will be shared with her, but you still have a place in this relationship.”

“Here,” the woman says, “let me show you your new place.” She grabs you by the hair, first lifting you on to your toes and then throwing you on the ground.

You curl in a little ball. You start to take in the sounds around you, and you realize everyone watching is siding with them. You hear people calling you names like ‘stuck-up cunt’ and ‘frigid bitch’. You start sobbing as your eyes remain fixed on the feet of your husband and the new woman.

“You are less than the dirt on my feet,” the other woman gloats, “so lick it.”

She holds out her foot for you, and for some reason you inch your body forward and place your tongue on the bottom of her heeled foot. You run your tongue across the toe of the shoe, and then take the heel in your mouth the same way you would a cock. You hear not only the cruel mocking laugh of the other woman, but chuckles from others in the crowd. She pulls away her foot, the heel making a ‘pop’ as it leaves your mouth, only to be replaced by the other foot. You repeat the process.

“Good,” she says, punctuating her proclamation by spitting on you. Her saliva lands on your forehead, and your first instinct is to wipe it off but you don’t. You look to your husband, whose eyes are wistfully locked on the other woman. She disappears but returns quickly, squatting down beside you.

“Let’s show everyone who you really are,” she snarls derisively. You notice the scissors in her hands and start to struggle, but when your husband pins your arms down all the energy leaves your body.

She makes jagged cuts, savoring the experience and shredding your dress into tatters. When she exposes your lingerie underneath you hear her derisive mocking laughter once more.

“This is what you wear for him? How pathetic. How can you possibly expect him to be turned on by…this?”

“It really is pathetic,” your husband agrees, and you just want to shrivel up and die.

“Well, no more need for this,” the other woman says as she begins destroying the rest of your garments. “It’s not like you had a chance to arouse anyone anyway with your body. This is better for everyone.”

As you lie naked on the ground, surrounded by everyone you know, clothes shredded around you, face smeared with running mascara and tears, body shivering and shaking uncontrollably, the other woman and your husband stand up. She leans in to him, and they share a quick but passionate kiss, to everyone’s applause.

“Now,” the other women states, turning her attention back to you and snapping the scissors, “there is one thing left to destroy.”

At first you’re unclear what she means, and it’s not until she grabs a fistful of your hair and shears it off that you understand. The other woman shaves your head with wild abandon, stopping only briefly to take a lock of your hair and shove it into your mouth, forcing you to chew and swallow it. But you can’t even react, your mind focused on the kiss they just shared, playing it over and over again in your mind.

Your husband’s voice, whispered softly into your ear, breaks the image. “Don’t worry, we will save some of it to make into a tail butt-plug for you.”

Finally clean shaven, thoroughly debased and destroyed, they move away from you, letting the crowd get a good look at your exposed form. Seconds stretch into minutes of silence, only broken by the shuffling of footsteps as people move around to get a better view. You don’t need to see yourself to know what you look like, to know what you are.

Eventually the other woman reaches down, grabs you by the throat, and pulls you up to a standing position. You are pushed into a corner of the room and ordered to wait, hands placed firmly on your newly shaven head.

“Don’t start thinking this is about you,” the other woman whispers into your ear. “This night is about me and your husband declaring our love. You stay here so you don’t ruin anyone’s night with your presence.”

And with that the party resumes, and you silently listen as everyone takes turns complimenting the new girl and explaining how she is an improvement over the ‘previous bitch’ in every single way.

As the night wears on guests began to leave, but at the urging of the new girl, they each take the time to ‘sign’ your body by writing on it. You can’t see everything that was written, but words like ‘cunt’ ‘useless’ and ‘pathetic’ appear constantly, and perhaps most stinging of all was when several family members merely wrote the word ‘disappointment’. By the end of the night your body is covered in messages reminding you of what everyone truly saw you as.

And then it was just you and your husband and her. They spend time caressing and kissing, their hands roaming and exploring each other’s bodies, before eventually they turn their attention back to you. You can see the disgust on her face as she moves up to you and grabs you by the neck once more. She drags you into the front yard and tosses you on the ground. You remained curled up, not caring if any of the neighbors can see, but scream out when a jet of ice cold water hit your skin.

“Need to clean you up, bitch,” the other woman yells over the sound of the hose. She sprays it all over your body, taking particular delight in aiming it at your sensitive pussy. She continues for a long while, laughing the entire time, before finally turning it off. To your horror, you look down to realize that whatever everyone had written on you with wasn’t washing off with water. She leaves you outside, naked and wet and shivering cold, for a long time to ‘air dry’ you before bringing you back in the house.

When you return inside you notice your husband holding something black. The something turns out to be a rubber catsuit that covers your entire body from the neck down, hands and feet included. There is a zipper in the back and a zipper at the crotch. It pours on like a second skin. A matching hood (with zippers left open at the eyes and mouth) is added along with a collar, and all three are locked together with a single padlock.

They aren’t done yet though. Heeled boots, painfully tall, are added to your feet and locked in place. Then a metal chastity belt is locked around your hips and between your legs, absolutely preventing any access. The belt is special in that it requires two separate keys to unlock instead of one, and you notice your husband and the other woman each take one. They smile and kiss again as they step away, letting you explore your new prison. You are barely able to feel anything at all through the heavy rubber, and definitely couldn’t feel any pleasure with the suit and the belt.

“Do you like your new outfit?” she asks in mock sincerity. “I hope you do, you’ll be in it a while. I think it suits…someone of your stature so much better. Clothes are for people. Lingerie is for pretty women. You’re neither. But don’t go thinking I got you all of this stuff out of the goodness of my heart. I expect to be paid back in full, with interest, for every cent I spent. It is your outfit, after all.

“But you can’t pay me back with the money you make from you regular job. That’s not your money any more. It’s mine; just like your husband. Instead, I’ll allow you to make money by renting you out as a service to my friends. I think an hour being ordered around and doing whatever they say could earn you a quarter of your own money. I think that’s about what you’re worth, if you’re good. You better beg to work overtime for all of my friends, because it’s the only way you’ll ever make enough to pay me back. It should only take a few years.”

She laughs derisively at you again, then starts smacking her hand against your ass. Hard.

“But first, I have something else for you tonight.” She pulls out a handheld camera and straps it to your hand. “You’re going to film us. You’re going to watch and record how a real woman pleasures a man. Your man; well, now my man. I’m going to show him the best night of his life, and you’re going to make sure we remember it forever.”

You meekly nod in agreement, and she slaps you in the face. You follow her to the bedroom, your bedroom, where your husband is already waiting. You lift up the handheld and begin to record.

They start slowly, kissing and touching, whispering sweet nothings and slowly stripping away each other’s clothing. Your husband is proudly erect for her. Had you ever seen him so turned on? They continue until they are almost naked, the only exception being that she insists on keeping her panties on. She does still pull the material to the side to give your husband, and the camera, a nice view of what a ‘real’ pussy looks like.

Then it is on to the foreplay, running their hands and tongues across each other’s bodies. They moan and purr and coo, calling each other’s names and exchanging pleasure between them. She begins to suck his dick, and you are amazed as she manages to swallow the entire thing (something you never managed to do). He returns the favor, eagerly licking away and causing her body to thrash in ecstasy.

Finally they move on to fucking, creating a perfect entity of writhing moaning colliding flesh. Every few minutes they switch up positions, and you do your best to capture every second. It seems to go on forever, and despite everything you feel yourself becoming aroused (not that there’s anything you could do about it). They reach a mutual climax, and a little part of you dies as you watch and film your husband ejaculate inside of the other woman. You continue filming as he collapses on the bed, and she leans in serenely and gently kisses him on the cheek.

“Goodnight, my stallion, you were everything I dreamed of and more.”

She turns her head to you, and you see the sudden change from sweet to cruel. She grabs the camera from your hand and stops the recording, then climbs off the bed and pulls you out of the room by your collar.

She pushes you down into the home office chair, and wraps duct tape around your forearms to attach them to the armrests of the chair. She plugs the camera into the computer and pulls up the video you just recorded, setting it to play on repeat. She plugs in headphones (so as to not disturb your husband as he sleeps) and places them on your head. The sound easily penetrates the hood, and you can clearly hear everything.

“Study this,” she commands you, “because later you’re going to edit it into a tasteful video diary of our love. And one more thing, to help inspire your stupid little brain to realize what true love is all about…”

She strips off her panties, which she had kept on for the entirety of their love making session. She uses them to wipe up your husband’s cum that had dribbled out from her, then packs them in your mouth, sealing them in place with the hood mouth zipper. The taste of their love mixes and swirls in your mouth.

Then she leaves you, to return to your bed with your husband for a good night’s sleep. You can see the recording play out on the computer screen in front of you, watching it on loop over and over while you taste the results. And that’s how you are left for the night. Between the gag, the rubber suit, the chastity belt, and the never ending sight and sound of your husband with another woman, you hardly sleep at all. Any time you drift off you are quickly brought back by a scream or moan of ecstasy. When the sun starts pouring in the windows, you know morning had come.

You don’t notice her return until she sharply slaps your tits.

“Morning cuckquean,” she greets you. “Hope you learned a lot. Don’t worry, you’ll get lots of in person repeat performances. Now, let’s get you ready for today.”

She unzips the mouth on your hood, pulling out her panties.

“Disgusting,” she comments, tossing them aside, “no wonder they belong in your mouth. Speaking of which…” You watch as she slips a new pair of panties off from around her hips. She must have slept in them, and judging from the taste you can tell she and your husband had a post wake-up round of fucking. “This is probably the closest you’ll ever get to tasting him again. But I am nothing if not generous, so you’ll get a fresh new pair each day. I promise.”

“Now, you can’t be slacking off, you have chores to do today. The house is still a mess from the party last night, plus you need to wash the bed sheets, and I brought over lots of my laundry for you to do. Your hubby and I are going out on a date, movie, lunch, park, whatever we feel like. So it’s up to you to clean the house. But like everything, you’re going to need to work for it.”

She removes the tape holding you to the chair. You are led once again to the bedroom, to see the sheets a mess and obvious spots of wetness from this morning’s passion. She pushes you face first into one of them.

“I want you to take in the environment of what real sex is like. Only then can you realize that you never truly had it with you husband.” She grabs your wrists and cuffs them to the headboard. She grins mischievously and leaves the room.

You can’t quite see what she returns with, but your husband is with her. You can hardly believe it when they unlock your chastity belt. Maybe this really was all some cruel prank gone too far. But then, she holds up another item, and your thoughts returned to your living hell.

“What do you think?” she asks, holding what appears to be a dildo made of ice. The terror must have shown in your face, because she laughs her evil laugh again.

“Look closer,” she commands. You do, and you notice something was suspended inside the ice.

“It’s the key to your handcuffs. When it finally melts all the way, you can release yourself and start all your chores. But it will take a while, so you can fully enjoy the smell and feel of our love puddle that you’re lying in. Plus, we decided you could have a little fun since it is your anniversary, and what better way to celebrate than with a cock inside you?”

And with that she shoves it inside you, before the two of them lock the belt back on. The stinging pain of the ice dildo was unbelievable. They tie a small string around one of your wrists, and you realize it is attached to the key. When the ice fully melts you can pull at it and release yourself.

As if she was reading your mind, she said, “Don’t forget your chores once you finish here. We expect them to be done by the time we return.” And with that they leave you in utter agony and wanton helplessness at how your life had changed so much so quickly, and the new position in your marriage you have been relegated to.

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