Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2017 18:17:24 -0500
From: Ernest Lowe <ernestlowlow@gmail.com>
Subject: Husband + Wife + Mr. Krill = Total Control

HUSBAND + WIFE + MR. KRILL = TOTAL CONTROL (A Story of Erotic Mind Control)
by Ernest Lowe

SYNOPSIS

Don and Sara, a married couple seeking to improve their marriage, encounter
an irresistible and powerful rich man named Jackson Krill and fall under
his total sexual control, making them do unimaginable and perverted
things. Krill's power radiates beyond the couple, bringing others they know
into his inescapable circle of submission, debauchery, humiliation,
bisexuality, cuckoldism -- and pleasure.

MF FF MM 1st anal group mc reluc sm spank bi cbt hyp _dom


DOTH INDUCTION

Their marriage was a drag. Don Cullen and his wife Sara bickered and fought
constantly, their jobs made them perpetually tired, their sex life was down
to zero, and parenthood only added to the stress and overall feeling of
futility and misery. Their mornings were spent getting their two daughters,
Emily and Jennifer, ready for school, sharing their home's single bathroom
to hurry through showers, dropping off the kids at their respective schools
and getting to work on time. They always seemed to be running late, always
exasperated or grumpy, always on the verge of exploding.

A huge part of the problem was due to their lack of sex life. Sara just
wouldn't open up as she used to in the early days, before having children
and having such crappy work schedules. Don was in decent shape, he
considered his cock to be on the big side, he thought he knew what to do in
bed, but that didn't seem to matter. Don was paranoid that his wife simply
had fallen out of love with him, but Sara repeatedly assured him that that
wasn't the case. She did, however, exhibit signs of resentment and
disappointment about Don's career and how it could never in a million years
pay the bills so that she could be a stay-at-home mom like many of her
friends. Even though she never really came out and said those words, it was
loud and clear that she felt them.

The fact that the couple's respective fathers were co-CEOs of an
international business didn't help Don's financial inferiority
complex. Sara had grown up accustomed to affluence, and she certainly
wished Don would have followed in his father's footsteps and become a
successful businessman himself. Don just never had the knack or the
wherewithal.

Sara's religious faith, which was bolstered by her relationship with her
very devout mother, only added to her increasing frigidity. Sara read the
Bible and went to church regularly, but Don wavered in his faith, even
though his deeply religious mother always preached to him about sin and
redemption, resenting it somewhat because of its cooling effect on his
wife.

At times Don's horniness and impatience would get the best of him, and he'd
try to get frisky with her, even talk dirty in hopes of arousing whatever
sexuality she might have left deep down inside, but those attempts always
failed. "I have a headache" was a common response. So was "I'm just tired,
Don." But quite often she would be brutally honest: "I don't why, but I
just don't get horny anymore, Don. The thought of having sex in general
exhausts me. You don't know what it's like to be a woman. We're not as
simple as you men when it comes to sex. I'm working on it, but please be
patient. If you love me you will."

Sometimes he'd go so far as to ask Sara if she'd ever try anal sex or have
sex in a public place, things like that. Of course, she refused and scolded
him for being a pervert. "The butt is made for pooping only, Don," she'd
protest. His wife's prudishness was so bad, Don swore that she kept her
pubic hair trimmed down just because he had a predilection for big bushes.

Also, Sara liked to be physically clean almost as much as she tried to be
morally clean. She always wanted to smell fresh and avoid having body
odor. This served as another barrier to Don's advances.

Though they had known each other since childhood and had seemed destined to
marry all their lives, Don often wondered if he wasn't cut out to be a
worthy husband and father, and if his family would be better off without
him, but when he discussed it with his mother in private she implored him:
"Never think that way, son! Your wife really loves you! Trust in your
marriage! Never forget your family, Don! Your wife and children are the
most important things in your life. Remember that. Keep trying, work it
out." She was right. Don loved Sara, Emily and Jennifer more than anything
that existed.  ___

As if an answer to prayer, the Cullens were invited out to a night club by
some mutual friends. Usually they'd turn down such invitations, since there
was rarely a babysitter for the kids, but by some miracle Don's mother
agreed to come over to our place and watch them while they went out.

They were both excited to get some time away from the kids and their boring
home life, and they dressed in their coolest clothes for the occasion. Sara
even rubbed Don's arm and leaned over and kissed him on the cheek as he
drove them there. Don began to hope for a change in the routine, maybe even
him getting lucky by the end of the night. Maybe they could stop at a motel
and go wild on each other. The night was full of promise.

When they arrived at the club Don was amazed at how much nightlife had
changed since Sara and he basically dropped out of the social scene. It was
an adult wonderland, full of impossibly hot women and men, throbbing music
and amazing décor and lights. Friends got them drinking some really
strong drinks right away, and before long Don noticed that Sara was pretty
drunk. She even French kissed Don at one point, and she tossed herself
around on the dancefloor like a teenager, giggling with Maggie and her
other friends. It thrilled Don to see his wife happy, but the dirty side of
him wanted her all to himself at a motel, finally fucking the shit out of
her awesome body as in the old days.

Hours later it seemed that the club darkened and the music got weirder, and
Don noticed that many couples -- and even threesomes -- had lost their
inhibitions and started making out brazenly. Some went further: a lot of
breasts were released from blouses, and Don saw more than a few blowjobs
going on in booths and shadows. Even Sara's best friend Maggie ended up
lifting her skirt and letting some stranger finger her pussy. Don felt a
stir in his crotch. This is it! he thought. This might press a button in
Sara and get her horny!

A young blonde man who was obviously gay walked slowly by, winked at Don
and gestured for him to follow. Don rolled his eyes and turned away,
appalled. If there was one sure thing in his life, it was the fact that he
was straight and could never be attracted to men. Nice try, asshole.

When Sara returned from the dancefloor, seemingly oblivious to what was
going on, Don told her to look around. She did and then frowned. "This
place is disgusting!"

"It doesn't turn you on in the least?" Don asked.

"Of course it doesn't, Don. Such behavior is sinful. And you're disgusting
if you don't agree!"

Maggie heard them from over on the stool where the stranger was now kissing
her thighs, about to eat her out. "Oh, come on, Sara! This happens here all
the time! I thought you knew! Let loose and fuck your hubby, bitch!"

Sara was markedly upset and grabbed her purse. "Let's get out of here,
Don."

"Wait," Don said, pleadingly. "Just wait. Give it a chance. Maybe this is
what we both need. To help our marriage."

"What you need!" she growled. "Not what I need! I don't need
this....this...filth! Let's go!"

Don grabbed her arm and stopped her from storming out of the club. "Hold
on, Sara. Think about what I'm saying. Maybe your sexuality is imprisoned
and needs a special key to unlock it. You don't have to mess around with
strangers or have sex out in the open. I would never want that. Why don't
we just go into a booth and make out, see what happens between us? We're
monogamous and in love, right? Come on, Sara. I love you, honey."

For a second his wife's face seemed to soften, and she looked around at
some of the obscene behavior, raising her eyebrows. Don prayed that her
pussy would get wet and betray her, let down her guard. "No," she said. "I
want to go home and go to bed. To sleep."

Then, just as she pushed past Don, a tall and very handsome man stepped
over and introduced himself. "Excuse me," he said, "but I couldn't help
overhearing your argument."

"There's no argument!" Sara cried. "My decision is final! We're going
home!"

The man gave a sly but kind smile. "You hate my place that much?"

"Your place?" Sara asked, suddenly curious.

"Yes," said the man. "I own this place. And many other places. In fact, I
own most of the real estate in the city. Now, for a man as successful and
responsible as me, would this club really be `disgusting' and a place to
run from?" His eyes sparkled, and his teeth were impossibly white. His lips
were almost feminine, but he had an overall ultra-masculinity.

Don noticed the young gay man pass again. This time he had his eyes on the
club owner. Don rolled his eyes again. Everything about his wife's demeanor
changed, but she was a stubborn and proud woman, and she insisted on
continuing her decision to leave. "That's very impressive, Mr..."

"Jackson Krill."

"That's very impressive, Mr. Krill, but I still don't approve of this kind
of display in public -- let alone in private!"

"Let alone in private?" Krill asked teasingly. "Your poor husband."

"We're not poor!" Sara protested -- too much.

Krill showed his magnificent teeth again. Don found myself wanting to slide
a finger across them to see if they'd squeak. "No, I meant that he's
unfortunate if his wife doesn't do such things with him in private. No
marriage should be without such things."

Sara looked at her husband with a scowl and looked back at Krill. "Well,
none of that is your business, is it, Mr. Krill?"

Pityingly, Krill shook his head and seemed to give up. "You're probably
right," he said. "I just thought I could help you two, jumpstart what is
obviously a strained and dying marriage. On the side I'm sort of a
counselor or therapist who specializes in mending and enriching
relationships. Sorry I imposed."

Don saw a spark of apology in Sara's eyes. "Well, thank you, Mr. Krill,"
she said softly.

"Feel free to return any time, you two," he said, walking away. "Free of
charge, of course."

Realizing he hadn't spoken to him once, Don called after him, "Tha...thank
you, Jackson!"

Krill waved and went up the stairs to the upper level.

"Real polite," Don scolded. "He was just trying to be nice, Sara."

"Oh, fuck him," said Sara. "Butting into our business. We're fine. We're
working on things ourselves. Who needs some rich brat to referee us? Let's
go."

"Going home for a Bible story before bed, Sara?" Maggie cackled from behind
them.

"Fuck you, Maggie!" Sara yelled, kicking open the front door of the club.
___

Sara hardly talked to Don for the entire following workweek. They went
through our routine blindly, communicating minimally, always tired and
bored. Don just continued his secret routine of masturbating. And the
pitiful part was that his fantasies were just about having sex with his
wife. That's all. He loved her so much and wanted only her.

Finally one morning Don stopped Sara as she was taking their daughters,
Emily and Jennifer, to the car to ride them to
school. "Hey. Wait. Listen. I love you. You're the most beautiful woman in
the world, Sara. I want us to have a loving, intimate
relationship. Everything that makes monogamy beautiful. Do you want that?"

"Yes," said Sara softly, caressing his cheek. "I do. You're right. I love
you too, Don, I appreciate your loyalty to me and that you've never wanted
anyone else even though I push you away sexually. We've known each other
all our lives, so let's work on this together."

Don decided to be brave and mention what I was thinking. "With Jackson?"

"Who?"

"That guy Jackson who owns the club we went to last week. The counselor or
whatever."

The girls called to Sara from the car. "Hold that thought. Time to
run. We'll talk it over later, sweetie. Love you!"

"Love you too!"  ___

Don somehow managed to get Sara to consent to seeing Jackson for a therapy
session, but he did. His mom agreed to watch the kids at her house, and the
couple drove from there to the club. In a few minutes Krill came walking
down from his office. "Well, well, well! Hello, you two! So glad you
decided to come back! What are you drinking?"

Don held my wife close to him and said, "Actually, Jackson, we're here for
some counseling. Remember you offered some to us last week?"

Krill's eyes became even lighter. "Of course I remember! Yes, of course!
Come. Come up to my office with me. We'll discuss there."

Don and Sara followed him up the stairs. His good-smelling cologne wafted
back at them. It made Don feel slightly dizzy. In a good way. He wondered
if his wife felt it too. "Are you OK?" he whispered to Sara. She nodded but
didn't say anything. Her eyes were fixed ahead, on Krill.

Krill led the couple into his enormous office and closed the
door. Instantly all of the sound from the booming club downstairs was
gone. Krill noticed Don's amazement and said, "Soundproof walls. One can't
bother with all that noise for hours on end. Plus, I wouldn't want noise
from my office disturbing my patrons."

Don wondered what he meant by that. Krill motioned for them to sit next to
each other on a sofa in front of his desk. The place was basically a
one-room apartment, complete with bed, bar and entertainment center. Don
could never provide Sara with a third of such luxury -- and this was only
his office.

"Drinks?" Krill asked.

"No, thanks," Sara said immediately. She was on guard. Don could tell. He
knew his wife.

"So. First thing," said Krill. "What are your names?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Cullen," Don said.

Krill squinted. "Now, now. Your first names."

"I'm Sara and he's Don," said Sara, her eyes never leaving Krill's.

"Glad to meet you Sara and Don Cullen. You already know my name."

"Jackson," Don said, and he instantly felt stupid for some reason.

Krill grinned at this, seeming to know how Don felt. "Don, I want you to
call me Mr. Krill from now on, OK?"

"Yes, Mr. Krill," Don replied, wondering why the order of formality didn't
offend him.

Sara perked up. "Yes, Mr. Krill."

They all waited in awkward silence for a couple minutes. Then Krill
spoke. "What is the central problem in your marriage? What do you both
agree needs the most attention?"

Don was about to say "sex life" when Sara instantly said, "Money."

Krill raised an eyebrow. "Money?"

"Yes," said Sara, not looking at her husband. "We both work our lives to
the bone, and the rest of the time is spent on taking care of the kids."

"Oh, you have kids? How many?"

"Two. Two girls. Emily and Jennifer."

"Emily and Jennifer. How sweet."

Krill leaned forward, sipped his drink.  "What about money bothers you,
Sara?"

"There's never enough. We're always scrimping. Trying to keep up with the
bills. I have to work a shitty job full-time while Don works a shitty job
full-time. It's horrible and depressing."

"What about you, Don?" Krill asked. "Do you agree?"

Don was afraid to speak and sound stupid. "I was going to say that our sex
life is the central problem in our marriage."

"Of course you were," Sara sneered.

"You don't like sex, Sara?" asked Krill.

"Frankly, no. And it's not just because of Don. I just don't crave it in
general. At all. There's...nothing down there." She gestured toward her
vagina. "No arousal anymore."

Krill seemed deep in thought or preparing for something important for a
while and then he finally spoke again. "I think I know what you two need."
He stood up, circled around the desk and stood before Don and Sara as they
sat together on the couch. Then he said, "I want to show you both
something."

Then he took a necklace from an inside pocket of his suit. When he let it
fall slack as he held the chain between his fingers, Don and Sara saw that
there was a weird jewel attached to it. It was the head of a hideous
creature, with several curved horns and multiple demonic eyes and a snake's
teeth and tongue. Don felt intense fear of and attraction to the jewel at
the same time. He wondered how it struck his wife, who sat next to him,
speechless.

"What is that?" Don dared ask. He felt stupid immediately after the
question. He felt his face blush.

Krill grinned at Don as a father might grin at a foolish son. "It's
something that demands praise and sacrifice. It is very powerful."

As soon as Krill said "powerful" Don heard his wife gasp, and he turned to
look at her. Her mouth was gaping, and her eyelids drooped over her glassy
eyes. She seemed to be lusting after the horrible, evil face on the
jewel. Don felt lust for it building in himself.

"Its name is Doth," said Krill proudly and somewhat reverently. "It is a
very mighty demon that has authority over every adult on this Earth."

Disturbed and afraid, Don stood up and pulled at Sara's arm. "OK, that's
enough, Jackson. This is fucked up, so we're out of here." Sara yanked her
arm away, her eyes transfixed by the demon's face.

Krill ignored this outburst and raised his arm so that the jewel swayed
from side to side like a hypnotist's watch. "Doth owns you, Don and Sara."

"Doth..." Sara murmured, her eyes never leaving the swinging demon
face. "Doth...owns...us..."

"You must obey Doth."

"We must obey Doth..."

Don bent down and tried to lift his wife to a standing position. The scent
of Krill's cologne seemed to intensify and fill the entire room like
invisible smoke, and Don sensed that they'd both be totally trapped if he
didn't act fast in executing a quick escape. "Get up!" he cried. "Sara,
listen to me! Get up! We need to get out of here before --"

"Before what?" Krill asked suddenly, sarcastically, still swinging the
demon jewel at the end of the chain.

Don knew that escape was crucial and that he and his wife were in trouble,
but he fought to remember why he felt this way. He froze there for a moment
and tried to retrieve his thoughts, to revive the protective and chivalrous
bravery he felt for his wife and his marriage, but his mind was almost
blank. The cologne filled his nostrils, filled his mind, filled his
chest. It seemed to have the force of a warm hand, a hand that held his
face and coaxed him to turn and gaze at the demonic face of Doth and the
face of the powerful man Krill. Don knew that if his resistance failed then
Krill and the demon would win. Win what? he wondered. Win us! was the
answer.

So Don refused to turn his head and rested his eyes on his wife. She stared
ahead, her jaw hanging, saliva pooling at the sides of her mouth, her
eyelids fluttering to stay open against the apparent drowsiness that struck
her.

"Before what?" Krill repeated.

"Before I kick your ass, Jackson," Don muttered, still resisting. He could
sense the jewel swinging back and forth.

"Mr. Krill, not Jackson."

"Fuck you."

"Say it. Mr. Krill."

"I'll never say it," said Don. "You deserve no respect. You think you're
high and mighty with all that wealth and prestige -- and that ridiculous
Dork demon or whatever -- but you're just a crackpot hypnotist." He nudged
Sara. "Honey, get up. Time to go."

"Doth doesn't want you to go," said Krill. "Right, Sara?"

"Doth...doesn't...want...us...to...go..." Sara sighed.

"Sara!" cried Don, desperate to get away.

"Doth owns both of you," said Krill.

"Doth owns both of us..."

"You don't want to leave," said Krill.

"I don't want to leave..."

"Your husband is disobedient and he will pay."

"My husband is disobedient and he will pay..." By now Sara's tongue was
hanging out and drool dripped from its tip. Don could see that she was far
gone, lost in the spell of the demon and Krill. Mr. Krill.

"Sara, he's a trickster," said Don. "He's some sadistic magician, and this
is some elaborate hypnotism trick. It's not real, and there's no real hold
on us. He's lying. That thing is just a piece of gold, nothing more."

"Doth is more precious than gold, Don," said Krill. "Doth is almighty. He
rules every marriage. He can make marriage prosper or die, he can provide
bliss or torture, depending on his whim. You can't resist Doth. You can't
escape. And you can't resist or escape me, Don. Want to know why?"

Don refused to answer.

"Doth can make us prosper or die, give us bliss or torture..." repeated
Sara mindlessly. "Doth can make us die, can make us die, can make us
die..."

"Sara, stop it!" Don cried. "Don't say such things!"

Krill repeated his question. "Want to know why, Don?"

Don finally turned his head to face Krill and balled his hands into
fists. "Sure. Whatever. Tell me, asshole."

"Because I am Doth."

"Uhhhhhhhh..." Sara groaned. "You...are...Doth..."

The demon face seemed to call to Don. Don glanced at it by accident and
found that his eyes locked onto it, or the jewel locked onto his eyes. He
watched the face go back and forth, he fought to focus on the blur of
horns, eyes and teeth. Teeth. He glanced at Krill's perfect teeth and then
let his tired eyes return to the demon face.

All the while he heard his wife panting next to him: "You are Doth...you
own us and can make us die...torture us...take us...take ussssss..." Sara
stood up and staggered toward Krill and the swinging demon face. She
reached out her arms as if seeking an embrace. "Please...take our bodies,
Mr. Krill."

Don wanted to say something, but he was losing his thoughts in the power of
that demon face. The concept of Krill being both a man and that demon on
the chain twisted his mind into knots. He tried to understand it, but he
failed. It was too hard to think at all. He wanted to stop thinking and
join his wife in mindless obedience. He felt jealous of her ability to
surrender so easily. He wanted to follow her into oblivion and forget
himself.

Happy. Krill wanted them to be happy. He didn't want to hurt them. They
could find real happiness, together, if they'd only give in the power of
their ruler Doth. Doth owned them, after all. He knew what was best for
them and their marriage. This was the help Don had been seeking. This was
the therapy that would save his marriage.

The demon face of Doth swung from side to side, glowing and blurring,
filling the room like the cologne. Its horns could impale the weak bodies
of Don and his wife; its teeth could devour their flesh. Its flickering
tongue could make them cum. Its eyes could burn them to ashes. Don heard
his wife panting like a thirsty dog. He tore his eyes away from Doth and
saw that she was on her knees before Krill and the demon, raising her arms
in praise. "Take me, Doth! Take me, Mr. Krill! Make me happy! Show me true
happiness! I'm ready to feel happiness for once in my shitty existence!"

Krill stopped swinging the jewel and returned it to his pocket. "Why is
your existence so shitty, Sara?"

"Because there's nothing to look forward to from day to day. Because we
don't make enough money. Because my husband is a loser. Because I've lost
all desire for sex."

Don was horrified by what she just admitted, but he felt slight excitement
from it too. It turned him on to see his wife under a spell, totally
helpless and open, begging for help from a complete stranger who claimed to
be a demon in human form. However, despite the temptation to surrender, Don
vowed to remain standing and build the strength to resist Krill. Mr. Krill.

"Is this true, Don?" asked Krill with mock surprise.

No! thought Don. "Yes, Mr. Krill," he heard himself say. Instant relief
spread through his body when he said that. It felt good to call him
Mr. Krill rather than Jackson. It felt good to let his guard down, to slip
into the spell of the man's voice, his scent, the presence of the Doth.

"What are you, Don?"

"A loser."

"What is your husband, Sara?"

"A loser..." Her head fell forward as she nodded off for an instant. She
fought to stay conscious.

"Who can't please you."

"Who can't please me..."

"You need a fuck from a real man, don't you?"

Sara's head swayed and her eyelids fluttered. She seemed on the verge of
falling forward onto the floor. "Yes, Mr. Krill. I need a fuck from a real
man..."

"All would be OK if you got a good fucking."

"All would be OK if I got a good fucking."

"A rich man would make you happy."

"A rich man would make me happy...uhhh...uhhh..." Sara was now on all
fours, moving her ass around and moaning. Her eyes had closed.

Don couldn't believe he was seeing this. His wife hadn't shown one sign of
sexuality in so many years. He felt his cock harden at the sight. He wanted
to strip off her clothes and fuck her like an animal, right in front of
Mr. Krill. But he knew that she now belonged to this superior man, not him.

"Do you agree with your wife, Don?" asked Mr. Krill.

It was heaven to give in and sink under the weight of this man's
power. "Yes. A rich man would make her happy. She needs to be fucked by a
real man." He hated himself for saying those words, but he couldn't
stop. Mr. Krill made him do it. The cologne made him do it. The felt
presence of the demon Doth made him do it.

"Am I beautiful, Don?"

Don's eyes bulged, and his tongue fell out of his mouth. Now he understood
why his wife had succumbed. He could see the truth. "Yesss...you're
beautiful...the most beautiful person in the world."

"More beautiful than your wife?"

"More...beautiful...than...my...wife...yesss..." Why am I saying this? I'm
straight! he thought faintly. He wanted to feel Mr. Krill's perfect teeth
on his flesh. He wanted to be Mr. Krill's food.

"Ahahahahahahahahaha! You fell under my power so easily, Don! Why do you
think you're so weak?"

The thought of having had almost no resistance to this man's power
magnified Don's horniness. His head swayed. "Because you're so powerful,
Mr. Krill..."

"What would your father say if he were here?"

Don found himself wishing that his father could witness his
humiliation. "He'd be outraged. He'd call me a failure and a queer..."

"You are a failure and a queer, Don, aren't you?"

"I am a failure and a queer..."

"Are you rich, Don?"

"No..." Don fought to remember what he even did for a living.

"Are you a real man?"

"No, I'm not a real man," Don sighed, feeling himself slip into a deeper
spell, almost a stupor. He wanted Mr. Krill to take out the demon head
again so that he could focus on it, look at its powerful face.

"Do you know any real and rich men, Don?"

"Yessss..." Please show me the face of Doth, Don thought. Please, please,
Mr. Krill...

"Who?"

"Yooooouuu, Mr. Krill...You are a real man, a rich man...rich and
powerful..."

"The only real man you know."

"You are the only man."

"Right you are, Don," laughed Mr. Krill. "I am the only man!"

"You...are...the...only...man..." Don and Sara said in unison.

"I am your master."

"You...are...our...master..." they replied in droning voices. Don watched
his wife move her upturned ass. She was trying to coax Mr. Krill to touch
it, he could tell. A tinge of jealousy struck him and knocked him part way
out of the trance. He didn't want any man touching his wife, let alone
Mr. Krill.

"You're angry with me, aren't you, Don?" asked Mr. Krill. "You think I'm
going to steal your wife from you, don't you?"

"Yes," Don admitted. "She's my wife, and she doesn't belong to you." He
felt stronger, sharper, braver. Fuck that stupid demon necklace and this
pretentious brat.

Mr. Krill shook his head and said, "Well, let's check with your wife on
that matter. Sara?"

Sara looked up from her complete daze, still moving her ass in erotic
circles in the air. "Yes, master?"

"Who owns you?"

Sara gasped at the question and smiled widely. "Oh, you own me, master,"
she said. "You are my master....the only man..."

"I own your body."

"You own my body..."

"Why are you shaking your ass at me, Sara?"

"Because I want you to fuck it, master..."

"Fuck what?"

"My whore ass!" She groaned. "Oh, fuck, I think I'm gonna have an orgasm in
my pants..."

"Do you feel like cumming, Sara?"

"YESSSS!" Her ass quickened and she scratched the floor with her
fingers. "I'M FUCKING CUMMING! FUUUUUCK!"

"Does your ass belong to me?"

"My ass belongs to you! Please fuck it!"

"Do you want me to own your fucking ass?"

"Own my fucking ass! My whore ass!"

"But what about your dear husband, Sara?"

"I don't care! Take it! Take my ass! It's yours! I surrender to you,
master! I give my entire body to you!" She yanked at her pants, desperate
to be naked before her master.

"But you told her your husband that asses are only for pooping, didn't you,
Sara?" Mr. Krill mocked.

How did he know that? Don wondered, unable to speak or move.

Sara writhed and said, "No, no! Asses are for FUCKING!"

"What about your poop, Sara? Isn't that dirty?"

"I don't care! Fuck my poop then! Fuck my poop, my only god!"

All this time Don stood frozen and passive in spite of his
protest. Something prevented him from intervening and saving his wife. And
Mr. Krill's cologne filled his mind. He wanted to give in and join his wife
on the floor. It had felt so good to surrender before.

"Who am I, Sara?" Mr. Krill demanded.

"YOU ARE THE DEMON DOTH! YOU ARE OUR MASTER! YOU OWN US, OWN OUR BODIES!
YOU OWN ME AND MY HUSBAND! YOU RULE OVER OUR MARRIAGE!"

"And how much power do I have over you?"

"YOU HAVE POWER OVER MY BODY, MIND AND SOUL!"

"And what do you want me to give you and your husband, Sara?"

"WHATEVER YOU WANT, MASTER! PROSPERITY OR DEATH! BLISS OR TORTURE!"

Mr. Krill shushed Sara. "Calm down, Sara. Calm down. Do you want me to fuck
you?"

"Yessss...fuck me...fuck me...in front of my husband...yesssss..."

"Now wait a minute!" Don managed to cry. "This has gone far enough!" He
lunged at Mr. Krill, swinging at him with his fists.

Instantly, Mr. Krill pulled out the demon necklace and held it in front of
him. Don fell backward and just missed the couch on the way down. He
crumpled to the floor, weeping. He knew all was lost.

"I am going to fuck your wife, Don."

Don felt weak all over. When he looked up at Mr. Krill all of his anger and
fear and doubt vanished in an instant. "Yes, Mr. Krill," he finally
said. It felt like heaven to give in to the rich man's desire. "You are
going to fuck my wife, Mr. Krill."

"Master."

"You are going to fuck my wife, master..." Don's mind was being erased. He
sniffed in the wonderful cologne. He heard his wife moan like a whore and
almost screamed with the desire to see her get fucked savagely by this
strong, beautiful man.

"Should I reveal my cock?" asked Mr. Krill.

"YES!" cried Sara. "YESSSSSSSSSSS! PLEEEEEASE!"

Don hesitated for a second.

"Please, master," Sara pleaded. "Show us your cock!"

Don shook his head and tried to turn away. "I'm not attracted to men! How
dare you assume that I --"

"You want to see his cock too, Don," droned his wife. "Admit it."

Don felt Mr. Krill's deep power. He wanted to get lost in it. Don
surrendered. "Yes, master!" he groaned. "Show us your cock, please! I want
to praise your almighty cock!" He wanted to see what was going to violate
and soil his wife. He wanted to praise it for its liberation of his
responsibility. Now he would never have to worry about pleasing her
again. He could leave that up to this divine man, surrender his wife's
pussy and asshole to Mr. Krill's awesome power.

"My cock is the scepter of my kingship," growled Mr. Krill.

"Your cock is the scepter of your kingship," said Don. His own cock
quivered at the words. His balls ached to cum. He was totally under this
man's control and he loved it. "Please take out your cock and fuck my wife
with it, master! Fuck my wife's whore ass. Take her whore pussy. Take my
wife from me. I sacrifice her body to you."

"Your wife belongs to Doth."

"My wife...belongs...to Doth..." Pleasure filled Don's body. His head felt
lighter and lighter. He wanted to sleep forever. The jealousy was gone. He
didn't care about his wife or that she was going to be violated by this
horrible person -- or demon.

"You two grew up together, didn't you?" Mr. Krill asked.

Don wondered how this stranger knew so much about them. "Yes, master," Don
replied.

"You were once little children together."

"We were once little children together..." the couple droned together.

"And now you are adult sex pigs together."

"Now we are adult sex pigs together..."

"You have horny, sinful sex organs."

"We have horny, sinful sex organs..."

"Your genitals belong to me now."

"Our genitals belong to you now..."

"Don, do you worship me?"

"Yesss, masssterrr...I worship you..."

"I will fill your wife with my sacred cum."

"You will fill my wife with your sacred cum..."

"If I want to I'll impregnate your wife with my powerful seed."

"You'll make my wife pregnant with your powerful
seed...yessss...yessss...please...do it now..."

"You want me to impregnate your whore wife now?"

Don couldn't stand it anymore. He needed release. "Yes! Impregnate my whore
wife now! I want you to! Fuck my wife, Mr. Krill! FUCK HERRRRRRRRRRRR,
MASTER, PLEASE FUCKING FUCK HERRRRRRRRR!" It was heaven to scream these
words. Don's cock ached to cum. He wanted to beat off right there and cum
in Mr. Krill's presence, cum before the evil eyes of the incarnated demon
god, Doth.

"You belong to Doth."

"I...belong...to...Doth..." I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna
cum... Don thought. To be out of control was heaven. To desire his wife's
defilement by this man's mighty cock was heaven. Don longed to see the cock
that would shame his wife and rule her body forever. He wanted it to rule
his body forever too. His mind reeled in pleasure, his body ached for
debasement and punishment for ever having resisted Mr. Krill's awesome
power. He wanted to be spanked and scolded, hurt for daring to question the
face of the demon, to ever think that anything else but Doth mattered.

"Your wife is a whore, Don."

"My wife is a whore! Yes!"

"Her body belongs to me."

"Her body is yours! It has always been yours!"

"Your body also belongs to me," said Mr. Krill.

Hearing this made Don groan loudly. "Uuuhhh, yes! My body also belongs to
you, master."

"I can do anything I want with your body."

"You can do whatever you want with my body."

"I could make you cum or kill you, whatever I wish."

"You could make me cum or kill me, whatever you wish..." The words gave Don
the biggest rush of pleasure he'd ever felt or dreamed of. I'm gonna cum,
I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum...

"Say it again, Don."

"You could make me cum or kill me, whatever you wish!" He was going to cum
if he was forced to say it a third time. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm
gonna cum... "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum, Mr. Krill!"

"Don't you cum, pig. Hold it in."

"I can't! I can feel it!" Don fought to control his cock, but he longed to
let go and do such a private act in front of this powerful rich man, this
man who owned both him and his wife now. He wanted to look foolish and
small and dirty and worthless. How could he have ever resisted Mr. Krill?
How could he have ever wanted to walk away from his demon god?

"Do you want me to let you cum or kill you?" asked Mr. Krill.

Don couldn't decide. Either choice would be heaven. "I...don't...know," he
stammered. "I...don't care..."

"What if I want to kill you?"

"Then kill me..."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Whatever you want I want, master," sighed Don. His wife groaned and
whimpered.

"Make him cum, master," she babbled. "Make my husband cum for you. Make his
little cock cum for Doth. I sacrifice my husband's little cock to you, our
god!"

"Do you want to cum, Don?"

"Yes, Mr. Krill! I want to cum!"

"Say it again and again!"

"I WANT TO CUM I WANT TO CUM I WANT TO CUM I WANT TO CUM PLEASE MAKE ME
CUM, MR. KRILL!"

Mr. Krill twirled the demon face. "Should I kill him, Sara? What do you say
to that?"

Sara writhed and panted, her eyes all whites. "I don't fucking care. Kill
him if you want. Just please. Please come over here and fuck the shit out
of my ass!"

Don nodded furiously, repeating, "Fuck the shit out of my wife's ass,
master! Fuck the shit out of her ass! Fuck the shit out of her ass! Please,
please, master! I beg you! Kill me if you want, but please let me see you
take her first! Fuck my wife's whore ass! Take my wife's body from me! Soil
her! Ruin her! Destroy us! End us! Fuck her now!"

Don's hand hovered over the bulge in his pants, but he needed permission
from his master to touch himself. He waited for Mr. Krill's mercy. All he
wanted to do was cum. Nothing else in the world mattered to him anymore.

Mr. Krill bristled in triumph and pride and put away the necklace
again. "One last thing," he said triumphantly.

Sara, now completely naked, was writhing on the floor at Mr. Krill's
feet. "Hurry, master! Hurry and take me! I need you to fuck my fucking
whore ass!"

Don gritted his teeth and growled, "Yes, hurry, master! Fuck my wife in the
ass and let me cuuuuuummmmm!" He could smell his wife's sweaty anus from
where he knelt. It mixed with the cologne and became intoxicating. Don was
pleased that his wife, who had always been so obsessed with smelling fresh
and avoiding stink now stunk like an animal. He was drunk on the reek of
his wife's dirty asshole and his master's amazing cologne. He couldn't wait
to see his wife taken and fucked by their demon master. Also, Don found
himself wanting to see what Mr. Krill looked like naked. He imagined his
mighty, masculine body and felt a thrill expand from within.

"What are your names?" asked Mr. Krill.

Don fought to remember, but his mind was erased. He looked at his panting
wife. She shook her head. "I don't know," she sighed.

"You don't care," said Mr. Krill.

"I don't care," Sara answered, her eyes rolling back and her tongue hanging
out of her drooling mouth. Her fingers slapped and churned her
clitoris. Her asshole gaped like a hungry mouth. The stink of her pussy and
anus filled the room.

"What are your daughters' names?" asked Mr. Krill.

Don couldn't think of his daughters' names. Neither could
Sara. "We...don't...know..." they both said.

"You don't care."

"We...don't...fucking...care..." Both of their heads were moving in circles
and their bodies swayed before their master. Don's shaking hand was so
close to touching his own cock through the pants.

"Do you even have children?" asked Mr. Krill.

"I don't think so..." said Sara.

"No, we have no children..." Don droned. He felt drool fill his mouth. He
wanted to taste his wife's asshole before his master took it from him
forever. One last goodbye to his wife's sexy body, the body she had kept
from him selfishly for years and was about to give to a total stranger
after only several minutes.

However, Don also couldn't wait to see Mr. Krill fuck her brains out in
front of him. He wanted to please his master by surrendering his wife's
body to him. He wanted his master to feel good, to be pleased with
them. All he cared about was his master's approval. His erection strained
at the thought of being under total control of this man, the only man, the
demon.

"If you had children would you want to run home to be with them now?"

Don and Sara groaned in unison at the question. "Noooo..." droned Sara.

"And you, Don?"

"No..."

"You wouldn't care about them?"

"We wouldn't care about them," the couple said together. Don forced himself
to crawl toward his wife. He needed to touch her one last time before
Mr. Krill took her for himself. One more time...

"You don't care about anything but me," said Mr. Krill.

"Nothing but you..." Don mumbled, crawling, sniffing for Sara's waiting
asshole. He was almost there. Pre-cum oozed from his cock, staining his
pants.

Mr. Krill leaned over them. So close. "What is the most important thing in
your life, Don?"

Don could smell Mr. Krill's breath. He wanted to be burned up by that
breath. He looked from his wife's asshole to the perfect face of his master
and gasped, "You are!" He forgot Sara's ass and what he'd wanted to do to
it. All he cared about was glorifying in his master's breath, the hot
breath of his god.

He toppled backward like an upside-down turtle and spread his legs before
Mr. Krill, exposing his erection in his pants. Why was he doing this? He
wasn't attracted to men, he had never desired a man to touch him. What was
happening to him? His cock strained against his pants, and Don prayed that
Mr. Krill would notice and touch him. All he needed was one
touch. Mr. Krill's fingertip could make Don cum at this point. The man had
so much power and force.

Don gazed up at the giant and longed for him. I am attracted to this man,
he thought blissfully. Oh, I want this man more than anything I've ever
wanted! I want him to own my entire body! I want to serve my wife's body to
him! So powerful, so mighty, so beautiful, so rich!

"What do you love most in the world, Sara?" asked Mr. Krill.

Don's wife ran her tongue over her lips at Mr. Krill and grunted, "I love
you the most!" Don, still in his upside-down turtle position, spreading his
legs and hoping that the master would touch his cock and make it come,
howled with approval.

"On all fours, Don!" Mr. Krill ordered.

"Yes, master!" Don got on all fours, panting wildly. He felt his wife
squeeze one of his buttocks. Her sharp fingernails poked his asshole
through his pants. "UUUUHHH..." he grunted. "Harder! Harder!" He almost
came when she stuck all of her fingers partway up his anus. It thrilled Don
that Mr. Krill could see this. He wanted to cum in front of his master,
make a naughty mess.

Mr. Krill leaned even closer to Don and Sara. They sniffed in his breath
and sighed together. "Are you two in love with each other?" he asked
scornfully. He dangled the face of Doth between them. The demon head began
to spin slowly.

Don stared at the demon face. Sara stopped writhing and fingering her pussy
and stared at it too. Their eyes were bulging with lust for the man before
them.

Mr. Krill repeated his question. "Do you two love each other?"

Don strained to look at his wife. Sara fought to look at Don. It was a
struggle, but they both managed to look away from Doth's face.

"I do not love you," said Sara plainly.

"I don't love you," said Don.

They both gasped from the ecstatic relief of admitting that before their
master. It felt great to deny the very basis of their marriage, their
reason for being together. They felt free of each other, of their own
selves. All that remained was Mr. Krill, Doth, the only man in the world,
their demon, their master. Their heads snapped back toward Mr. Krill so
that they could gaze at him in awe and total submission.

"Good, good," said Mr. Krill, standing again. Then he suddenly tossed the
necklace down on the floor between Don and Sara. Both of them leapt at the
necklace, groping for it like starving people fighting for a morsel. They
scratched and punched at each other in the insane scramble, the necklace
glittered as it was fumbled in their warring hands.

"Mine, mine!" they screamed at each other. Finally Sara won and put the
necklace around her neck. When the demon face rested between her sweaty
breasts, she groaned loudly and hissed, "Oh my fucking god..."

"Say that again, Sara," said Mr. Krill.

She smiled wildly, panting, her heart pounding, fingers beating at her
clit. "Oh my fucking god!"

"Again!"

"Oh my fucking god! Oh my fucking god! Oh my fucking god! Oh my fucking
god!"

"Yes," laughed Mr. Krill. "Yes, that is your fucking god! Doth is your
god!"

"Oh my fucking god," Don repeated under his breath, staring at the coveted
demon face against his wife's chest. He wanted to lick the demon face. He
wanted its horns to pierce him, its teeth to rip him, its tongue to lick
him, its eyes to turn him to a cinder. He wanted to know the full power of
the demon. He wanted to submit totally to his master. At this point he
didn't even care about fucking his wife for the last time. He didn't even
think about his wife. He couldn't remember her name. He wasn't even sure if
they were married, or if they even knew each other.

"I am your god!" laughed Mr. Krill. "I am Doth!"

"YOU ARE OUR GOD! YOU ARE DOTH!" Don and Sara blathered, their mouths
overflowing with drool.

"You want to worship Doth, don't you, Don?"

Don's tongue was hanging out, in the way of his teeth, so he sounded very
drunk when he answered: "Yeth, mathter! I wanth thoo worthip Doth!"

"Go ahead then, pig. Worship my image."

Don scrambled over to Sara and lapped like an animal at the demon's
face. He tasted it, he smelled it, he heard it laughing at him inside his
soul. "Uhhhh...uhhhhh...uhhhh..." he grunted. "Mathter, mathter...god,
god..." Sara threw her head back and moaned, orgasming again and again.

"WATCH ME, MASTER!" she screamed. "I'M CUMMING! I'M FUCKING CUMMING FOR
YOOOOOOOUUUUU!"

"God, god, god, god, my god, my mathter..." Don repeated as he licked the
jewel ferociously. He knew this pleased Mr. Krill. He knew this earned him
favor with the only man, the master demon, his entire reason for
existence. Don wanted to feel the man's hand around his cock, his throat,
anything on his body.

His mind flashed again to the young gay man from the other night. He
wondered if he had a sweet pink asshole. He regretted rolling his eyes at
him. Don recalled what he had said to Sara when she wanted to leave the
club the night before: "Maybe your sexuality is imprisoned and needs a
special key to unlock it." The master was freeing Don's sexuality. The
master's power was the key. Mr. Krill showed Don that desire has no limits,
no rules. He wanted total degradation, total sin, total obliteration of
morals and dignity.

"Enough, you pig," said Krill, laughing. "Enough."

Don obeyed. He lay on the floor, panting, his tongue slack, drool pouring
out of the sides of his gaping mouth. He felt like a dirty little boy who
was caught pooping his pants. He blushed with both shame and pleasure. He
longed to feel Mr. Krill's arms around him. He wanted to choke on that
cologne, to feel those perfect teeth on his skin.

"Do you still want to see my cock, you two?"

"OH, FUCK YES," they both groaned. "SHOW US YOUR COCK!" Don's eyes felt as
if they would burst out of his head. Sara clawed at the floor like a beast.

"What would you do to see my cock?"

"ANYTHING!" Sara pleaded. "OH, FUCK, MASTER, PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!"

"What would you do, Don?"

"WHATEVER YOU ORDER, MASTER! TELL ME AND I'LL OBEY!"

"There'll be time for that, pig," said Mr. Krill. "For now, I want you to
make yourselves cum for me. Don, sacrifice your pathetic seed to
Doth. Sara, show Doth that you are completely at his mercy."

With that, Don grabbed his own cock through his pants and jerked it
off. Sara finger-fucked her pussy and clit until she rumbled with
orgasms. "Ahhh!" she screamed. "Watch me cum, master Doth! Watch your whore
cum for you!"

"Watch me cum too, master! All for you!" screamed Don. "All for you,
master! I spill my seed for your glory!"

"Look at you!" Mr. Krill roared, in hysterics. "Look at the two of you! You
thought you were in such control of yourselves! You thought you could seek
actual help to save your pathetic marriage! You thought you could live
moral lives! And now what? You're drooling on yourselves and can't even
remember your own names! Ahahahahahahahaha! So weak! So worthless! I will
let you remember all of this once you're out of this trance, pigs. I want
you to feel the shame and degradation of being so weak and worthless!"

"So...weak..." Don and Sara murmured. "So...worthless..."

"There is no marriage to save!"

"There is no marriage to save..."

"You don't even have names!"

"We don't even have names..."

"You do have children, but you don't give a shit!"

"We have children but we don't give a shit..."

"All that matters is your god!"

"All that matters is our god..."

"All you crave is to be under my power!"

"All we crave is to be under your power..."

Mr. Krill returned to the other side of his desk and pulled open a
drawer. A clinking sound came from inside the drawer as he did. "Take off
your wedding rings," he commanded.

Don shook his head. His wife tore her ring off without a second
thought. "Take it!" she pleaded. "I don't want it!"

"Take off your wedding ring, Don," repeated Mr. Krill. "It imprisons
you. Don't you want to be free?"

"Freeeeeeee..." sang Sara, running her hands over her body. "Yesss..."

Don obeyed and removed his ring.

"Now bring them to me, Don."

Sara dropped her ring into her husband's open hand, and then Don approached
the desk, holding the rings out to their master. Mr. Krill took them and
dropped them into the open drawer. Clink, clink.

"This is where I keep all the rings of my slaves," bragged Mr. Krill.

Somewhere far in the back of what was left of his mind Don wondered how
many hundreds -- or thousands -- of rings might be in that drawer, how many
married couples had been possessed by the demon Doth and seduced by this
amazing man. He felt relief that they had surrendered the symbols of their
love. Now all they loved was Mr. Krill.

"Now will you show us your cock, Mr. Krill?" piped Don. "Pleeeeease?"

"Not yet. Get on your knees, pigs!"

Don and Sara fell to their knees, panting, waiting for more commands. Don
found himself wishing that his wife wasn't there so he could have Mr. Krill
all to himself. He wanted this man to dominate him completely, overwhelm
his body and soul.

"You are lost in my power," said Mr. Krill.

"We are lost in your power," they droned together.

"You surrender your flesh to me."

"We surrender our flesh to you..."

"Your bodies are worthless meat."

"Our bodies are worthless meat..." Sara shook with the excitement of saying
those words. She slapped at her tits and licked her lips like a whore.

"Again!"

"Our bodies are worthless meat..."

"Louder!"

"OUR BODIES ARE WORTHLESS MEAT!"

"You want me to fuck your worthless bodies."

"We want you to fuck our worthless bodies..."

"Sara, do you want to be fucked by me?"

"YES! FUCK ME NOW!"

"Don, do you want to be fucked by me?"

"Yes...yes...fuck me...fuck me now...fuck..."

"Oh? Are you turned on by a man now, Don?" Mr. Krill teased.

"Yesss...fuck me...fuck me...yesss -- wait...no....no...." This upset Don
suddenly. He didn't want to have sex with this man. This was wrong! He
started to snap out of the spell.

"What are you doing, Don?" Mr. Krill raged.

"I'm stopping this," Don said weakly. "You've gone too far."

"You want me to fuck you both!" Mr. Krill ordered.

"No..."

"Yessssss!" hissed Sara.

"No, Sara, I don't!" Don insisted. He rose to his feet.

"Kneel before me, pig!" ordered Mr. Krill.

Don shook his head, though his cock hardened at the thought of surrendering
again and his knees were weak. "Never again!"

"You dare?!"

"I dare!" Don went to pick up his wife. Sara. "I don't have sex with men,
and I don't let my wife have sex with other men! Her name is Sara! And mine
name is Don! And yours is Jackson!"

Don had never seen such anger on a face. Krill very closely resembled the
face of Doth, and Don believed that the man and the demon could be one
indeed. He moved over to his wife and put an arm around her, intent on
protecting her from further abuse. Krill glared at Don.

"Bow down to me, Don," he said calmly.

"No!"

"Bow to him..." Sara murmured, her eyelids fluttering.

"Let go of your wife and bow down to me, your master. I want to show you
that you really have zero power of ever releasing yourself from my
control. You feel autonomy only when I allow you to."

Don laughed. "Bullshit. That's what you'd like me to believe, you pitiful
piece of shit."

"Your wife doesn't agree with you, Don. Do you want me to fuck you, Sara?"

"YES! NOW! I WANT YOUR COCK IN ME!" Sara pleaded.

"See, Don?" Krill mocked. "Now do you want my cock in you too?"

Don's hands balled into fists and he stepped forward once. "You disgust me,
you freak!" he growled. "I ought to kick your rich-boy ass right now!"

Krill revealed the necklace again and let it swing in front of him. "You
want my cock in your body, don't you, Don?"

"Stop saying that!"

The demon face going from side to side. "You want to join your wife in
worship of me, Don. Confess."

Don's realized that his cock was rock-hard, and he felt drawn to both the
necklace and the sound of Krill's voice. It would be so easy to just give
in again and be a mindless slave like Sara. "Shut the fuck up, Jackson!"

"I am not Jackson, Don," said Krill. "I am Doth, your god."

"You're nothing!" Don cried, trying to look away. His erection strained
against his pants. He wanted to cum. "We're leaving!"

Krill put away the necklace and smiled. "I'll give you a break, Don. I'll
make this easy on you." With that, he stepped over and grabbed Don's crotch
in his mighty hand. "This thing is mine!" he muttered.

Instant pleasure overwhelmed Don, and he threw his head back and gasped,
"That thing is yours, master! Oh fuck!" He felt Mr. Krill squeeze harder
and cum exploded from his cock, filling his boxers and
pants. "Aaaaaaahhhh..."

"I am your god," hissed Mr. Krill.

"You are my god!" Don echoed, gasping and cumming.

"You want to join your wife in worshipping me."

"I want to worship you with my wife!"

"I own every part of you, Don."

Don sank to his knees and began to crawl toward Mr. Krill. "You own every
part of me. My face, my neck, my nipples, my limbs, my penis, my balls, my
ass, my feet, my tongue, my eyes, my intestines, my heart, my ears, my
piss, my shit...everything...everything..."

When Don stopped at his feet, Mr. Krill grabbed Don by the hair and yanked
his head upward. "You're nothing but my meat," he said triumphantly.

Don moaned and panted. "I'm nothing but your meat. Please, Mr. Krill, never
let me out of your power again. I want to be your slave forever. I've
sacrificed my wife and my own body to you. I'll give you anything --
ANYTHING!"

Mr. Krill laughed mockingly. "But I thought you were going to defend your
wife and take her away from here, Don."

"Nooo...nooo. She isn't my wife anymore. She belongs to you. I never want
her to be free of your power. And I sacrifice my body and life to you
forever!"

"You want my cock in your body."

"I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY BODY! PLEASE, FUCK MY BODY, MR. KRILL!" Don gripped
Mr. Krill's other arm and tried to force it onto his crotch with the other
one. "MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, PLEEEEEAAAAAASE!"

With that, Mr. Krill snapped his fingers, released Don and Sara from their
trances and smiled mockingly at Don. "That's enough for now. You may go,
but you'll be back, you peasant. You think you can really resist me? You
think I don't own you forever? Go home and pretend to be a man, Don, but
before I'm done with you, I'll knock you down to the lowest degradation you
could ever imagine. You'll grovel in the gutter, worship me from the
sewer. I'll break everything you hold dear and all the lies that prop up
your boring existence. And the best thing? You'll praise me for it."

Don couldn't believe what had just happened. He felt drunk. "Yeah, right,"
he said. "Don't hold your breath, Jackson. We'll never come back here, and
we'll never worship you. Sick fuck." Don managed to lift his panting,
spaced-out wife into his arms and carry her out of the club.


FALSE SECURITY That night Don took Sara home, bathed her limp body, took a
shower himself and kept watch as his wife slept off the nightmare that they
had experienced. Don felt total shame and anger at having failed to resist
Krill from the start. He remembered how Krill seemed to shrink away from
them when he did finally gather the strength to rescue his wife, but he
also remembered that Krill had said that they'd return. There was no way he
would let that happen. He and his wife would never step foot into that club
again.

"Sara," he whispered to his wife when she stirred and showed signs of
waking in the morning.

"Sara, you're OK. It's me. Don. You're safe, honey."

Her eyes fluttered open. "Don? Don, are we home?"

"Yes, honey. We're safe at home."

"And the girls?"

"Emily and Jennifer are fine. They slept over at my mom's. I'll go pick
them up later."

"That's good..."

"Honey, what do you remember?"

His wife shook her head and gritted her teeth. "Everything. Oh, Don, I
remember it all! It was horrible! Why did we do those things, say those
things?"

"It's not our fault, Sara. We were tricked by evil."

"But I'm so ashamed! I feel as if God abandoned us, forgot about us. I feel
sinful now."

"No, don't. You're forgiven. You were not yourself, Sara. I wasn't
myself. My lord, Sara, he had me begging for him to have sex with you! I
don't want that! Ever!"

"And he had us begging to see his penis, Don," said Sara,
wincing. "Horrible horrible! You were bowing to him and begging to see his
penis. You called him beautiful and offered yourself to him. Did you really
want to see another man's penis? Were you really attracted to that man?"

"Of course not!" Don insisted. "You know me, Sara. Have I ever shown signs
of that sort of desire? No way. Did you really want to have sex with him?
No! It was a trick, honey. We were victims of a cruel and sick trick."

Sara shook her head. "You wanted him to kill you if he wanted, and I didn't
care! And you wanted him to impregnate me, to give me his baby. Right there
in front of you, Don!"

Don stroked her hair and kissed her forehead gently. "Never mind,
Sara. It's over now. It was a mistake. Jackson is a fucked-up magician or
something, and we were victims of a cruel trick. It won't happen again. In
fact, I'm thinking of filing a lawsuit against that son of a bitch. And
we're getting our wedding rings back!"

Sara kissed him back. "Thank you for saving me, for saving us," she
said. "I love you so much. I'm sorry for what I said about you. What I
claimed to want to do. It wasn't me, Don. It was someone else."

"I know, I know. Don't worry anymore. We both said and did things that we'd
never really mean or want to do. Rest some more. I'll fix breakfast."

"OK," Sara said, sighing contentedly and smiling sleepily. "You're the
best, Don."

Don stopped and turned to her. "Do you mean that, Sara? Do you really
appreciate me as a husband? Sometimes I wonder..."

"Oh, baby!" she said. "Never doubt my respect and love for you! We have our
issues and our financial worries, but I'd never blame you for them, never
resent you or doubt my love for you!"

Love filled Don and it felt good. Relief seemed to lift him off the
floor. "Thank you, honey. That means so much to me. I love you too. Be back
in a little bit."

Don went downstairs to the kitchen to make some scrambled eggs, toast and
bacon for his dear wife. Pride buoyed his spirits. He whistled as he
cooked. At one point he remembered the necklace with the face of demon Doth
on it. Had he taken it off his wife's neck last night? Had he thrown it
away? He tried to remember if her took it off her when he gave her her
bath. He wasn't sure. Oh, I would've seen it this morning if she still had
it on, he thought. Calm down. You won. Krill lost.

When breakfast was ready he carried it upstairs to serve it to Sara in
bed. She wasn't in bed, however. Don saw that the bathroom door was
closed. He gave the door a light knock. "Yoo hoo. You OK in there, honey?"

At first there was only silence. Then he heard Sara say, "All day." It
didn't sound like she was addressing him.

"Sara? What did you say?"

From inside the bathroom Sara repeated: "All day."

"All day what, Sara? Can I come in?" Don turned the doorknob and pushed the
door in slowly.

Don's wife was sitting on the toilet, totally naked and taking a shit. The
whole bathroom reeked, but Don was too concerned to care about that. Sara's
face looked different, distant, cold, strange. Don heard a plop in the
toilet water under his wife, and he almost fainted when he noticed that the
Doth necklace was on Sara's neck! But how?

"Sara, you..."

"All day," she said. "We have to do it all day, Don."

"Do what all day?" Don asked, slowly shifting closer to his wife in hopes
of tearing the evil necklace from her neck and breaking the spell.

Another plop in the toilet. Sara farted and grunted with relief. "We must
worship our god all day, Don," she said. "Doth demands our praise until we
are able to go to Mr. Krill again."

"We're never going back there again, Sara! Mr. Krill is a horrible person,
a criminal even! You don't want that! The necklace is making you say such
things!" He reached for the necklace. His plan was to break the spell, get
rid of the necklace and go pick up his daughters so that the family could
be together.

Sara cringed from him and swatted him away with her hands. "Don't you dare
touch him! Don't you even think about taking him away from me! We must bow
down and worship him all day. Until Mr. Krill calls us and tells us when to
return to him."

The thought of returning to Krill's office frightened Don, and he knew that
he had to end this right away and once and for all. "Give me the necklace,
Sara. Now! Before it's too late!"

He made the mistake of looking at the face of Doth, the horns, the teeth,
the snake tongue and those penetrating demonic eyes. The face was ghoulish
-- and gorgeous. It called to Don. Its glow made his head swim. His body
felt drawn to the face, and his cock stirred in his boxers. He had to
resist. He couldn't allow this to happen again.

"Before it's too late to do what, Don?" Sara asked. She stood up and wiped
her ass. Don looked away from the demon to see the soiled toilet paper drop
into the toilet bowl. He smelled his wife's shit. When Sara flushed the
toilet, Don's resistance seemed to swirl away like the shitty water.

"I forget..." Don droned, reaching out to his wife. "Tell me what we are
ordered to do..."

Sara grinned eerily like Mr. Krill. "We are to worship our master Doth all
day and wait for Mr. Krill to call."

"Yessss..." said Don as he led her into the bedroom. Sara walked across the
room, took their framed wedding photo off the wall near the dresser, took
off the necklace and hung it on the nail. Then she knelt before the
necklace. Don knelt next to her. By some unseen force the demon face began
to sway from side to side in perfect time. The face glowed and blurred,
lulling the couple into a deep trance of adoration and self-denial. They
bowed forward with their arms outstretched and then they came up again,
falling into a pattern of doing this over and over again in mindless
worship.

"We praise you, Doth," they droned in unison. "We belong to you. We praise
you, our god, and our bodies belong to you...you can make us prosper or
die, give us bliss or torture...you can make us die, can make us die, can
make us die..."

"I would die for him," droned Don.

"I would die for him," repeated is wife.

The hours blended together in a timeless blur, and they eventually realized
that it was dark outside. Night had come, and this made them both very
giddy with anticipation. The demon face had kept them captive all day long,
and they never wanted to look away from it or stop bowing to it in
anonymous surrender.

At last the phone rang. "It's him," Sara gasped, staring at the demon face.

Don didn't want to look away from the face, let alone leave the room filled
by its almighty presence, but he knew that he had to answer his master's
call. He wanted to stay kneeling before his god, however. "Will you go,
please?" he begged his wife.

Sara refused. "I...can't. I must worship some more...I can't leave the
presence of our god, Don. You go. Doth wants me to stay..."

Don whimpered and forced himself to his feet so he could run downstairs to
answer the phone. He picked it up and said, "Mr. Krill?"

"You mean `master.'"

Hearing Mr. Krill's voice made Don shiver all over, nervous and horny,
embarrassed but safe in a power that made his will puny and ineffective. "I
mean master."

"What are you two doing right now?" asked Mr. Krill. His voice ran through
Don like strong booze. Don wanted to slide down and become a puddle on the
floor, lost in his master's godly voice.

"Worshipping Doth. We praised him all day as you ordered."

"You worshipped me all day, Don. I am Doth."

"Yes, master. You are Doth. We worshipped you all day."

"You will bring your wife to me at the club. Tonight I will take her body
and make it all mine. Do you understand, Don?"

Oh, fuck yessss... "Yes, I understand, Doth. You will take my wife away
from me. Her body will belong only to you..."

There were a few seconds of silence. Then Mr. Krill suspiciously asked,
"Did you think you had beaten me, Don?"

"No..."

"Don't try to lie, pig. Confess to your master. Did you think you had won?"

It felt amazing to confess. "Yessss..." he sighed, his eyelids fluttering,
the desire to sleep forever pulling him away from consciousness. All that
he wanted was to drown in Doth's voice for infinity, never to be free
again. For an instant the thought of his daughters, waiting for him to pick
them up from their grandmother's house, came to him, but as quickly as it
snuck in, it vanished. He didn't give a shit anymore. He would never pick
them up. He belonged to his master now. His master owned his entire life,
his body, his wife's body, his soul.

His soul. Quite by chance Don happened to notice a Bible sitting on the
small table near the front door. It was where his wife always kept it, "to
protect our home and remind us of goodness every time we enter or exit," as
she would say. Seeing this, Don had a spark of free will and clarity, and
he started to walk toward the Bible, feeling that it was a source of
refuge, a lifeline from this weird unreality.

"What are you doing, Don?" Mr. Krill demanded. "Stop where you are!"

Must get to the table and touch the... Don staggered and fell. He felt very
drunk and weak. He had to make it, to wake up. The phone fell from his
hand. A sudden rush of strength filled him. He reached for the Bible and --

"NO!" cried Sara as she stepped between Don and the table. "What are you
doing?"

Don's heart sank. "Sara, please..." He saw that she held the phone to her
ear.

"Yes," she said to whatever Mr. Krill had told her. "Yes, I will, master."

She placed the phone on the floor of the hall and approached her
husband. He looked up at her perfectly shaved bush and her jiggling
ass. She towered above him, grinning like a ghoul, her eyes glassy but
violent, her tongue hanging out. "Taste me," she growled. "Smell me."

Before Don knew what was happening, Sara sat on his face and began grinding
her pussy and asshole against his face. He was muffled by her asscheeks and
bush, sniffing in the acid stink of her dirty pussy and anus that just
squeezed out lots of shit earlier. His tongue went mad, and his nose probed
the soaked, stinky mess of his wife's sex. He heard her grunting like an
animal, grunting loudly so that their master could hear through the
phone. As Don licked his wife he felt his will dribble away, his mind
erasing. By the time Sara stood up, he was under Mr. Krill's power again,
and he loved it.

"Go to the phone, Don," Sara robotically said.

He obeyed. "Master?"

"You resisted again, Don."

"I'm sorry, master."

"You will come to me."

"Yes, master."

"You are both to dress in your finest clothes and come to the club."

"Yes."

"And tell your wife not to shower."

"But she is dirty, master. She shit this morning and stinks. We don't want
to displease you, master."

"It would displease me if she showered, Don. Obey me. Make sure she is a
filthy fucking whore when she surrenders to my cock."

Don's cock twitched at the mental image. Don couldn't wait to give his wife
to this demon.

"Have Sara call her friend Maggie. I want her to come along too."

"Yes, master."

"I will own her body as well."

"You will own her body..."

"Do I own your body, Don?"

"Who is Don, master?"

"Nobody."

"Don is nobody..."

"Do you remember that gay man who winked at you the first night you visited
my club?"

"Yesss..."

"He was flirting with you, wasn't he?"

"Yes, he was flirting with me..."

"Did you want him, Don?"

"No, not then..."

"What do you mean by `not then,' Don?"

"I didn't want him last night. I wanted only my wife."

"Would you fuck his ass if I ordered you to?"

"Yessss, master!" He thought of the young man and instantly desired him,
mainly because his master wanted him to. Mr. Krill had revealed his
dirtiest desires, his forbidden desires. It felt so wonderful to have them
out in the open. "I should have fucked him last night! I should have
followed him and fucked him!"

"What do you want to do to him now, Don? Now that I've awakened your true
nature as a whore?"

"Lick and kiss his beautiful ass, blow his gorgeous cock! Anything for you!
Anything! I want total degradation! Total sin! I want to do shameful
things, sick things! OH FUCK!"

"I've fucked him many times, Don," Mr. Krill boasted. "I've fucked his
mother and father too. I've fucked his sisters. I've fucked his friends,
male and female. I own all of their bodies."

This made Don hornier and more envious than he could ever imagine. He
longed to be one of the surely thousands of bodies that his master had
fucked. He wanted to melt in an ocean of naked bodies, all of them
belonging to Mr. Krill. "I want that too," he begged. "I want what you did
to them!"

"He screamed and begged as I mastered his ass," bragged Mr. Krill. "Does
that make you envious?"

"YES!" moaned Don. "I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME SCREAM AND BEG TOO!"

"Do I own your body, pig?"

He loved being called a pig. He felt like a pig. He stunk like a pig. He
wanted to roll in mid like a pig, roll in mud under his master's cruel
gaze, be spit on and degraded by this man, the only man.

"Yesssss, massssterrrr...you own my body..."

"You are not a man."

"I am not a mannnnnn..."

"There are no men but me."

"There are no men but you..."

"I am the only man."

"The only man..."

"Again!"

"You are the only man..."

"Worthless pig."

"Worthless pig...yessss...yessss...pig...I'm a pig..."

"Pig?"

"Yes, master?"

"Never resist me again."

"I'll never resist you again."

"It was futile to resist."

"Futile...to...resist..."

"You have no will."

"I...have...no...will..."

"You have no self."

"I have...no...self..."

"You are my worthless possession."

"I am your worthless possession..." Don imagined what Mr. Krill's naked
body would look like.

"Do you want to ask me something, Don?"

How does he know my thoughts? Don wondered. "Yes..."

"Go ahead. Ask me then."

"Will you let us see your naked body, Mr. Krill? We want to see it."

"And why do you want to see me without clothes on, Don?"

"So we can bow down and worship it. I want to pray to it, adore it. With
your permission, I'd love to kiss your naked body all lover, kiss the body
of god, worship and smell and taste your divine skin. Oh, fuck, master, the
thought makes me want to fucking explode! Why? Why is this happening to me?
How did you do this to me? Why do I want to see a man naked, worship his
body, praise his --"

"His what, Don? Say it."

"His sacred cock," gasped Don. He emphasized "cock" with a girlish lilt.

Mr. Krill chuckled and said, "That was a cute voice, Don. Are you my little
girl now?"

Pride and horniness dizzied Don. "I'm...your...little...girl...yessss..."

"Say that word again, little bitch. Say it!"

"Cock..."

"Again!"

"Cock." In a high voice, like a girl's.

"Again, pig!"

"Cock!" lilted Don. "Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock!" Don realized that he had
instinctively bent over and spread his asscheeks in the air, as if
expecting Mr. Krill to somehow appear behind him and violate his excited
asshole, fulfill his new ultimate fantasy.

"Why do you want to see my cock?" asked Mr. Krill.

"To know what would be fucking my wife into madness, to see the cock of the
god who would steal my wife from me, own her body for eternity, that would
shove me and my pitiful body aside to watch and masturbate and worship."

"Are you worried about you father finding out what his son has become?"

"Noooo..."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't care," droned Don. "My father doesn't matter anymore. Only
you matter..."

"Would you like to have your father see you right now?"

"Yesss..." Don jiggled his ass in the air, his balls bouncing. "I want him
to seeeee..."

"Would you want me to put him under my power, Don?"

The mental picture made Don gasp. "Take my father, master! I want you to
fuck his ass and make him yours!"

"Do you want to touch my cock, Don?"

"Yes...I want to..."

"Why?"

"To feel its power, to feel its heat, to please it..."

"Would you worship it, Don?"

The mental image made him surge with excitement. Don's tongue hung out of
his mouth. He felt drunk. "Yeth, mathter. I would worthip it..." He pulled
his tongue back in. "I want to kiss it, adore it..."

"If I pulled out before cumming in your wife, what would you want?"

Don found himself resisting the answer.

"What would you want, Don? Confess!"

It was utter bliss to give in and say it: "I would want you to cum in my
face..."

"Do you want me to fuck you, Don?"

Something made him hold back a reply. Don loved the sound of Mr. Krill's
voice. He waited to hear it again.

"Don, answer the question. Do you want me to fuck you?"

Sara was listening and watching, fingering herself. For a second Don felt
afraid to answer Mr. Krill truthfully in front of his wife. A vestige of
pride and loyalty to Sara had survived his brutal conditioning.

"Obey me now, Don!"

"Yessss, I do, master!" Don blurted. "I want you to fuck me! I want you to
fucking fuck me!" Some cum escaped his cock from the pleasure of exclaiming
this in front of his wife.

"Would you be jealous if I only fucked your wife?"

Sudden anger and selfishness welled up in him. "Yes! Oh, please, master,
fuck me too! She doesn't deserve your cock as much as I do! Doesn't desire
it as much as I do! I would die to be fucked by you, Mr. Krill! Die for
you!"

"Do you worship me, Don?"

"Yes, I worship you. I worship you. You are everything. You are my
master. My body belongs to you forever and ever. I want you to use me as
you wish, for any purpose, for any whim."

"I am your god."

"You are my god..." Don felt that he might cum while saying this.

"Do you want to cum, Don?"

"Yessss..." His mind screamed for release. His balls seemed to boil.

"Does thinking about my shooting a load of cum in your slut face make you
want to cum?"

"Yesss...cum...in...my...slut...face...cum...in...my...face..."

"First answer a few more questions correctly. OK?"

"OK...please...but please hurry...please let me...cum...master..."

"What is your name?"

"Don."

"Wrong answer."

"D...d..." He couldn't find the word. Dumb? Dong? Dung? "I don't have a
name..."

"Correct. And what is your wife's name?"

Did he have a wife? Don thought and thought. He looked over at the naked
whore over by the table with the useless Bible on it. She was slapping her
clit as the book that she used to respect and read and try to follow sat
within inches of her obscene display. Was she his wife? Maybe. What was her
name?

"I don't think I have a wife, master..."

"You don't think you have a wife?"

"I don't have a wife, master..."

"Right. You don't have a wife. You are alone."

"I am alone..."

"And without hope."

"Without...hope..."

"One more question, pig."

"One more question...then I can cum..."

"One more question and then you may cum, yes. Ready?"

"Uh...uh...uh..." Pre-cum welled in his pisshole. "Oh my god, I'm going to
shoot..."

"Not yet! Do not cum yet, pig!"

"Not...yet...please...need to...let me...cum...cum...cummmmm..." Don
stroked his cock through his boxers, the solid head popped out and slipped
between his frantic fingers. He was going to cum. He had the urge to eat
his own cum because the gift would be from his master, food from his demon
god.

"What are your daughters' names?" asked Mr. Krill.

Don tried to remember. He tried and tried. Nothing came to him. Did he even
have daughters? He had no wife. Maybe he didn't have daughters. He tried to
remember them.

"What are their names, pig?"

"I have no daughters, master!"

"Doth."

"I have no daughters, Doth..."

"You have nothing."

"I have nothing..."

"You are lost in my power."

"I am lost in your power..."

"Again!"

"I am lost in your power..."

"You love to be lost in me."

"I love to be lost in you..."

"Worship me, Don."

Who is Don? Don wondered. "I worship you, master. I praise you. You are my
everything, my god, my existence. My life is yours, my body is yours, my
mind is yours."

"You have no fucking mind."

"I have no fucking mind."

"You are an animal."

"I am an animal."

"A filthy fucking animal."

"I am a filthy fucking animal..."

"Good, Don." You may cum. See you in two hours."

"YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Don's cock exploded, and his wife came at the
same time, kicking over the small table, the Bible skidding across the
floor and bumping Don's ass, triggering the last shot of cum to rocket from
his out-of-control cockhead.


THE PLAN FAILS, THANK GOD That Bible bumping Don saved them, however. It
woke Don out of his blissful confusion. Mysterious ways. Don looked around
and saw his wife -- he had a wife! -- staggering back toward the bedroom,
mumbling, "More worship, more worship, more worship..."

"No, Sara!" Don yelled, jumping up and leaping over the pool of cum he had
made. "Don't go back in there, Sara!"

His wife stopped and turned. "Why not? Doth is waiting for us."

Don thought fast. "Um, our master, uh, has other plans. Remember? He told
me that we have to go to him in two hours. We have to get ready."

"You're right," said Sara, her chest heaving with excitement at what would
occur at Mr. Krill's office. Finally. She would be sacrificed to his
almighty cock. "I will wash myself for our god."

But Krill specified against Sara showering. Perfect! Letting her shower
would be defiance of that piece of shit! Don had an idea for revenge
brewing. "Sure, hon. Go take a nice long shower. Get squeaky clean for
Jackson."

Sara frowned. "You mean Mr. Krill, our master."

"Of course, of course. Master Krill. Go wash up, honey."  ___

Don's plan was airtight. They couldn't lose. As his wife made herself fresh
and clean, against Krill's adamant order, Don got their hidden camera ready
for a new mission. They'd bought it to keep an eye on babysitters in the
past, but now it would save their marriage, Don was sure of it. One of them
had to wear the camera somewhere on the body so that whatever transpired in
Krill's office would be on record. It would be proof of Krill's surely
criminal activities in the office, as well as the illegal illicit orgies
down in the club. Don wanted to nail this fucker to the wall and prosecute
the hell out of him, ruin him, show him who was really the one "owned" Sara
and ruled his own life.

With this victory Don could prove to his wife that he was a loyal hero, and
that he'd do anything to take care of her and provide for her. And he'd
increase his ambition, try to get a better career so that Sara could stay
at home and be there when the girls got home from school. He missed Emily
and Jennifer, and he couldn't wait to pick them up later and have his dear
family all together and safe again.

He heard the shower turn off and got ready outside the bathroom door. He
held the Bible in his hand and waited. Soon Sara opened the door and walked
out amidst the steam from the hot shower. "All clean!" she announced.

She pranced over to the mirror and admired her body, twirling around on her
beautiful bare feet. Then she got to work on prettying herself up for her
master at once. "I can't wait!" she sang. "Can you believe it? My body will
be all his very soon!"

Don tried to get close to her without her seeing the Bible in his
hand. "Sounds great, hon. Can't wait."

Sara blow-dried her hair and brushed it, then she started on her
makeup. Don waited until she was done before touching the Bible to her nude
back. If it worked on contact with him, why wouldn't it work on her?

Nothing happened. Don waited. Sara didn't seem to notice the pressure on
her back. "Should I suck his cock first, Don? What would please him most?
Should you suck his cock first? After all, you belong to him too. I want to
see you surrender fully to his power. I want to watch him own you as he
owns me, Don. I want to lose you to him as I will be lost to him."

Don waited. Then something changed. Sara stopped primping and stared at
herself in the mirror. "Don?"

"Yes, Sara?" Don held his breath, hoping.

"We need to stop this."

"Stop what?" Was she saved?

"Stop obeying this devil! This monster! What have we done, Don?"

Don put the Bible on the dresser and hugged his wife. "Oh, thank goodness,
Sara! It worked! It worked! Oh, we're going to be OK!"

Sara wept and laughed. "You saved us again, my wonderful husband! How did
you do it?"

"With faith!" Don said proudly, pointing to the Bible.

Sara picked it up and flipped through the thin pages. "A miracle!" she
said.

"But we're not done yet, Sara," said Don, hoping that his wife wouldn't
reject his crazy scheme. "We have to get back at that creep and stop him
once and for all. Can you help me?"

"But how, Don? We can't face him again. He's way too powerful. He'll put us
under his spell in an instant. You know that. We collapse under his evil
every time."

Don was urgent. "This time will be different. We'll pretend we're still
under his spell. He has no reason to suspect that we snapped out of it
after that phone call. He thinks we're going to show up all ready for the
sacrifice of our bodies. But we'll just be faking it."

"I don't know if I can pretend that convincingly, Don."

"Yes, you can, Sara! You can! Meanwhile, we'll record what he says and
does, even record the sex stuff down in the club."

Sara considered the idea and nodded reluctantly. "OK, baby. I'll try my
best. I trust you." She kissed Don, long and sincerely. They embraced.

"I love you, dear wife," Don said.

"I love you, dear husband," she answered joyfully.

"Get dressed in your best. Then call Maggie and invite her to meet us at
the club. Krill wants her there too."

"Sure thing, hubby."

"Awesome, wifey."  ___

The trap was set. Don wired the tiny camera to his chest and hid the almost
imperceptible lens in the lapel of my jacket. Perfect. The camera was
digital, so it had many hours of recording time. He would catch it all.

Before we left to meet Maggie at the club, Don asked his mother to take the
girls to Sara's brother's house in the next state, especially since his
father was still out of town on business. He wanted to make sure that Emily
and Jennifer were safe if anything got out of control and this madness
spilled into the extended family at all. He feared them discovering what
their parents had been reduced to in the past two days. Without much
questioning, Sara's mom agreed.

"Ready?" Don asked Sara.

"As I'll ever be," she muttered. Then she smiled. "I trust you, babe."

"Thanks, honey. Let's roll."

They drove to Mr. Krill's club and prepared themselves while sitting in the
parking lot. "OK," Don said. "We have to really make him believe that were
under his spell still."

"Do you think he can sense it if it's fake or real?"

"We can't know that, but we have to give this a try. We might have to do
some unsavory stuff and say some raunchy things at first, just to sell the
act. Are you ready for that, Sara?"

"I think so..."

"And keep repeating our names in your head, if you can. Let's not let him
do that memory trick on is again. For some reason, that's the dirtiest
trick of them all. Being able to erase our very identities. It's evil,
Sara! My mother once warned me to never forget family, that family is the
most important thing to live for. She was right. We must never forget our
family. So say our names mentally, over and over. And Emily's and
Jennifer's names! Don't ever forget me or our daughters, Sara!"

"I won't, Don. Never again!"

"He doesn't own us. He has no real control over us. Or bodies belong to
each other, as a married couple. We are of one flesh, together, and Jackson
is the one who is worthless and nothing. He has no claim over our
flesh. Got it?"

"I belong to you, baby."

"And I belong to you. God gave us to each other, and nothing and nobody can
ruin that."

"Yes! Oh, this is going to work, Don, I can feel it!"

"Maggie just went into the club. Let's go meet her and then go upstairs to
Jackson's office."

"Why do you call him Jackson when you're free and Mr. Krill or master when
you're under his spell?" asked Sara.

"It's obvious. He demands to be called those names, and he forbids me to
call him by his informal first name. Calling him Jackson is an act of
rebellion."

"Got it." Sara smiled.

Maggie was already very stoned on both cocaine and painkillers when she
arrived at the club, so she was up for anything when Sara told her about
Krill and his odd request. "Is he hot?" Maggie asked, giggling.

"I don't think so," said Sara. Then she looked at Don. "Well, I guess a
little. Yes, he's hot."

"Lead the way, friend o' mine!"

We ascended the stairs. Nervousness spun in my chest and stomach. Would
this really work? All this effort had to pay off. Don had faith that it
would. He knocked on Krill's door.

"Enter!" Krill said from within.

Don led his wife and her friend into the office. Maggie whistled when she
saw how opulent everything was. "Hot damn!" she gasped.

Krill stood in front of his desk, confident and tall. His perfect teeth
gleamed and called to me. Don ignored the call, thinking of the hidden
camera and the plan of vengeance.

"Good evening, my friends," said Krill. "And is this lovely young woman
Maggie?"

Maggie squealed and said, "In the flesh, Mr. Krill. Maggie Dorchester at
your service."

"Interesting choice of words, Ms. Dorchester," Krill said, kissing her
hand.

"We brought her as you ordered, master," Don said. It hurt to say "master,"
reminded him of the debasement he and his wife had suffered under Krill's
horrible trances.

Maggie didn't notice the "master" bit since she was too enraptured by the
handsome man by the desk. Don wondered if he could spare her the trickery
by preventing Krill from working his magic on her mind. Regardless, he
could snap her out of it eventually. He suddenly regretted not having
brought the Bible along with him. That could have been a safety net of
sorts.

"And how are you feeling, Sara?" asked Krill.

Sara did her finest blissed-out act. "Perfect, now that I'm back in your
divine presence."

Krill seemed to listen for something and then nodded. "Good, good. I'm
pleased that you're pleased. First things first. Maggie and I need to
become acquainted."

"You certainly don't waste no time, Mr. Krill," Maggie laughed.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Maggie?"

"Several," she said.

"Oh my, you are forthright. Anything serious?"

"No. I don't get tied down."

"That's fine, just fine. And do you have family around here?"

"Two brothers and my mother. My father died when I was little." Maggie
fought back sudden tears from the memory.

"That's too bad. But you love your brothers and mother, don't you?"

"Oh, yes. We're all very close. We see each other at least twice a week,
and a lot on weekends."

"That's nice. Well, more about them later. I want to introduce you to a
friend of mine right now. Sara, are you still wearing the necklace?"

My heart almost stopped. Sara flashed me a panicked look and then caught
herself. We had left the necklace hanging from the nail in our bedroom
where we had worshipped the image of Doth all day long! Krill would know!
He'd know!

"Umm..." Sara searched for words, a cover story. "I, uh..."

Krill scowled at me and then looked at my wife. "Do you have the necklace,
Sara?"

"What's so great about this necklace?" asked Maggie, curious. "Is it a gift
for me, Mr. Krill?"

"Sort of," said Krill, staring at Sara sternly.

Don braced himself for Plan B. But there was no plan B. He hoped Sara would
think of something quickly.

"Yes, Mr. Krill," Sara finally said.

What? What did she say? Don's jaw dropped. He searched his wife's eyes for
signs of a lie.

"Is it on your neck?"

Sara hesitated and replied, "No."

"Then where the fuck is it, Sara?"

His wife reached into her clutch bag and pulled out the demon necklace. The
evil face of Doth leered at them. His horns, his teeth, his snake tongue,
his eyes... Don looked away to save himself from the spell of the demon
face. "Sara!" he cried in despair.

Sara's hand shook as she held the necklace out for Krill to retrieve. Don
made sure to keep the camera lens trained toward the scene, to catch it all
on video. At least he could do that of all else was fucked up.

"Bring it to me, Sara," Krill ordered.

Sara's eyes dulled, and her mouth slackened. "Yes, Mr. Krill." She absently
staggered over to the triumphant man and dropped the necklace in his open
hand. Then her arms fell limply to her sides. She stood like a robot,
awaiting orders. Don's wife had failed. She was lost in Krill's power once
again. Don didn't know what to do. His mind raced.

"Don," said Krill with great anger in his voice.

Don't answer don't listen to him! Don kept his eyes away from Doth's face.

"Don."

It was painful to resist. Don strained with all his moral might. He thought
of the Bible on the small table at home. He wished it were here.

"Don, look at the sacred face of Doth. NOW."

Maggie, who had been silent for a while, turned to Don and showed her
glassy, half-closed eyes. "Obey him, Don. Join me and your wife. It feels
so fucking good." She pulled down her blouse and let her huge breasts pop
out. Her nipples were erect and flushed. She clamped them between her
fingers and moaned. "Look at that face, Don," she sighed.

"Look, Don," droned Don's wife, her knees weakening before her master. "You
can't resist forever. Nobody can resist. We must obey our master, our
god. Oh, it feels so good to give in again. I hated to have to pretend
it. I prefer the real thing, total enslavement. It feels so good to
surrender that I want to fucking cum a thousand times in a row..."

"Will you cum, Sara?" asked Krill.

"Not unless you let me, master. Will you let me, master? Let me cum?
Pleeeease? I beg you, my god, my all, my master!" She shifted over to
Maggie and began to lap at her friend's hard nipples, slobber all over
those magnificent breasts.

"Oh, Sara!" Maggie laughed. "I thought you didn't approve of such behavior,
Miss Morals!"

Sara paused her worship of Maggie's breasts and gasped, "Fuck morals,
Maggie! I want to fuck you! I want to be fucked by you! I want everyone in
the club downstairs to fuck me! I want my body to be used because my master
has turned me into a filthy whore!"

"Shut the fuck up and suck my fucking tits!" Maggie cried, slamming Sara's
face onto them and gritting her teeth like a beast. "Watch us, master!
Watch us!"

Krill applauded and stepped toward them. "I'm watching, little pigs, my
little pigs. You are good little pigs. Sara, what do you want?"

Sara's saliva made sloshing and sucking noises. "I thunt to thuthing
cummmm..." she moaned as she lapped away like an infant.

"What else do you want?"

"I thunt Mathie's puthy, mathter..."

"Her pussy?"

Sara came up for air. "Yes! Her pussy! I want her dirty cunt!"

"My dirty cunt!" Maggie rejoiced, pulling her skirt and panties down. "Suck
my dirty fucking cunt, Sara!"

"I want to fuck you, Maggie!" Sara growled. She sucked on Maggie's engorged
clit hungrily.

Mr. Krill leaned over the women. "Do you care about your family, Maggie?"

Her legs waved in the air, her pussy was being pleasured by Sara's tongue
and face. "No! No! I don't care!"

"Do you love your mother and your brothers?"

"No! I have no love for them! Only for you!"

"Do you miss your dead father? Does his death make you sad?"

Maggie gripped Sara's head and slammed it deeper into her soaked crotch. "I
don't fucking care about my dead father! I don't fucking care anymore!
AHHHHHHHHH! MAKE ME CUM, SARA!"

Meanwhile Don was frozen still, wondering what to do. The women were lost,
but he was still holding on to his awareness and dignity. That had to count
for something! He felt the lure of the swinging demon face. He smelled
Krill's cologne again. It got stronger and stronger. He longed to give in
and join his wife and her friend. He was tired of this game, tired of
resisting, of hoping. All he had to do was look at the face of Doth and
lose himself in Krills' power. Mr. Krill's power.

He peeked over and saw his wife burying her face between Maggie's
thighs. Maggie beat her own breasts with her hands, cackling and whipping
her head back and forth. Krill towered over them, laughing, waving the
demon jewel above them.

The jewel. The face of Doth. The face of Mr. Krill. The face of their god,
their master, the only man on Earth. Yes! Don remembered! The pleasant
feeling washed over him again! His plan was futile, resistance was a total
waste of time. He had been stupid to even think of it, let alone try
it. Sara was right. Mr. Krill would always win, always overpower them. It
was no use.

Then he remembered his advice to his wife: repeat their names. That could
help ward off the temptation. I am Don Cullen, Don Cullen. My wife is Sara
Cullen, Sara Cullen... He watched his wife ravage her friend's pussy. He
wanted to taste that pussy too. He wanted to suck the pussy juice off his
wife's slutty tongue. Right in front of Mr. Krill, in front of Doth. It
would feel so good to give in and do that. He stepped toward them,
weakening. I am Don Cullen, Don Cullen. My wife is Sara Cullen, Sara
Cullen...

"Come to me, Don," Mr. Krill ordered calmly. "That's it."

Emily, Jennifer, Sara, Don... Who were these people? Don forgot. All he
could focus on was the smiling demon face and the smell of Mr. Krill's
cologne. Jackson? Who was Jackson? Don didn't care. He kept moving toward
the jewel.

"Stop," ordered Mr. Krill.

Don stopped.

"Crawl. Crawl like an animal to me."

Don's cock hardened instantly at the order. He wanted to feel and act like
an animal for his master. It was ecstasy to relinquish his status as a
human being. He was worse than a loser, he was a fucking animal, a pig. He
fell to all fours and crawled across the floor, hearing his wife and Maggie
grunting like pigs themselves. The sound pleased him. He loved that his
wife hadn't lasted past a few minutes, that she had surrendered to this
true man so easily. He loved that she had been tempted to take along the
necklace in spite of his plan against Mr. Krill. Thank goodness she brought
it, Don thought. The necklace saved us! Saved us from ourselves! Saved us
from boring freedom! Now we can serve our master forever and ever!

Don crawled and crawled, panting, the hard head of his raging erection
bumping the floor as his knees shifted. He remembered the camera and
faintly realized that it would be recording footage of only the floor as he
crawled. He was excited by the grand failure of his scheme. Now the camera
would record his total surrender to his master, his utter ruination. He
loved that the camera preserved this seduction forever. For all to see. He
wanted to show the world his worship of his demon god. He wanted everyone
to see his whore wife taken and used, soiled and debased. He was proud to
be brought so low. He longed to feel Mr. Krill punish him for plotting
against him. He wanted to feel his master's mighty hand strike his bare
buttocks, spank his flesh raw with anger and violence and divine justice.

"Rise, ladies," said Mr. Krill when Don made it to his feet and waited for
orders. "Sara and Maggie, I want you to go to the table over there and eat
what's on those plates and in those bowls."

Don blearily looked over and saw big bowls of chili with lots of beans,
large salads, a bottle of prune juice next to glasses filled with the
juice, mugs of coffee. "On your napkins are pink pills," said
Mr. Krill. "Swallow them beforehand. And eat everything."

"Eat everything..." the women said together, staggering to the table and
popping the pills right away. Then they attacked the food like beasts,
grunting and slurping, gagging and choking and slobbering. The sight filled
Don with lust and desire. He wanted to gorge himself too, eat until he
vomited, eat until he grew into a fat animal that the master could ride on
like Caesar.

"What about me, master?" he whined, writhing on all fours, lifting his ass
up in the air, hoping for a whipping. He was Mr. Krill's total slave now,
and slaves deserved whippings. For no reason. He grunted and bumped his
cockhead against the floor, longing to cum.

"I want your total enslavement, Don."

"Yesssss...total...slave..."

"I want to own every last bit of you."

"All of me, everything...yessss..." Don raised his ass up as far as he
could, hoping to be taken, to be abused.

"You are my whore."

Don wanted to sacrifice his ass to this powerful god. "I am your whore!"

"Your ass belongs to me."

"My ass belongs to you!" Don wiggled it and panted. He pulled at his pants
in an attempt to rip them off, but he didn't have the strength. Only his
asscrack was exposed. "Oh, master! Please take my ass!"

He felt one of Mr. Krill's strong fingers slide along the top of his
asscrack and cried out in ecstasy. "YES! MORE! TAKE IT!" The finger went
away.

"Do you have a family, Don?" asked Mr. Krill.

Don's mother's voice echoed in his mind, faintly, very faintly: "Never turn
your back on your marriage! Never forget your family, Don! Your wife and
children are the most important things in your life..." But Don didn't want
to remember his family. He only wanted to focus on the voice of Mr. Krill
or the grinning face of the demon jewel.

"Who are Emily and Jennifer?" Don heard his master ask.

"I don't know..."

"Who is Sara?"

 Emily, Jennifer, Sara... What were those names? "I don't know..."

"There is no Emily, no Jennifer, no Sara," said Mr. Krill.

"No Emily, no Jennifer, no Sara..." Don repeated, his head lulling, his
eyelids fluttering. He wanted to die in Mr. Krill's cologne.

"What about you father and mother?"

"I have no father, no mother..."

"What is the most important thing in the world, Don?"

"You are...you are..."

"There is nothing else."

"Nothing else...nothing..."

Mr. Krill's finger returned to Don's asscrack. Its touch was
electrifying. Don begged like a child: "More! Oh, please, more! Take off my
pants, Mr. Krill! I can't take it anymore! Shove that finger up my ass!
Shove your whole fist up there! PLEASE!"

Mr. Krill ignored Don's pleas and removed the finger again. "Who are those
women over there, Don?"

Don turned his head, which seemed to weigh a ton, and looked over at the
gluttonous women. He couldn't recognize them. Was one his wife? Was he even
married?

"I don't know, master..."

"Good, good. And what's your name?"

"I don't know..."

"Do you care?"

"I don't care what my name is anymore..."

"What about your plan? Do you still remember it?"

"My plan?" His mind was a fog.

"The plan you made against me at home. You thought you could outwit me, but
I knew what would happen ahead of time. I planned it all. I let you leave
here knowing what would happen."

This fact thrilled Don. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum... Then
his cock instantly came, and cum soaked his dress pants. He felt like a
little boy peeing in front of an adult. The feeling filled him with shame
and pleasure. His mind spun. He felt small and puny and stupid and dirty.

"What did you do, pig?" asked Mr. Krill.

"I came in my pants," Don whimpered.

"Did I tell you to cum?"

"No, you didn't tell me to cum," whined Don.

"Then why did you?"

Don blushed and squirmed. "Because of what you said. It made me cum."

"What did I say?"

"That my plan was all a waste. That you knew what would happen all
along. It made me excited. It made me cum. I couldn't help it, master."

Mr. Krill patted Don in the head. The touch drove Don flat to the floor
with its power. Don hyperventilated with ecstasy at his master's touch. "OH
MY FUCKING GOD!" he moaned.

"Who is your god?"

"YOU ARE MY GOD! HOLY SHIT, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Don shot loads of cum into
his pants again. He remembered the camera and purposely unzipped his pants
and pulled out his cum-coated cock so it would be caught on video.

"LOOK!" he screamed to a future audience. "LOOK AT WHAT MASTER'S TOUCH
MAKES ME DO! HIS TOUCH ALONE MAKES ME CUM! OH FUCK! OH MOTHERFUCK! I'M SUCH
A FUCKING ANIMAL AND I LOVE IT!"

Don was so excited and delirious that he found himself tonguing Mr. Krill's
shoes as if they were sugary treats. He loved to act this way in front of
his master. He loved that his wife and her friend watched the master's
domination of him. His cock twitched again and again, spent. Or so he
thought.

"How are you doing over there, my pigs?" Mr. Krill called to Sara and
Maggie.

The women were finishing up their outrageously large meal and were guzzling
what was left of the coffee and prune juice. They belched and hiccupped and
grunted. Maggie let out a loud fart and groaned from relief. Sara looked
nauseous and seemed to be trying not to vomit.

"Keep it in, Sara!" ordered Mr. Krill. "I have plans for you later."

"Yes -- burp -- master!" She farted too. The sound and smell was familiar
to Don. He didn't know why.

Mr. Krill looked down at Don. "Are you recording this with a secret camera,
my pig?"

Don didn't hesitate at all. "Yes, my god."

"Good boy," said Mr. Krill. "I'm pleased. Your plan was to ruin me somehow,
but now it's ruining you. Think of what this camera sees."

The thought made Don so extremely horny. His cock grew again. He made sure
to steer his chest toward it so that his sloppy erection would be recorded
close up.

"What is that thing, pig?" asked Don's master.

"My...cock..." The slimy head throbbed.

"No. Not a cock. I have a cock, pig. You have a little dicky. Say it."

"Little dicky..."

"You thought you had a rather large one, didn't you?"

"Yes..."

"But you were wrong. You didn't have the proper measurement standard."

"I...was...wrong..."

"My cock makes your little dicky completely pitiful."

"My little dicky is pitiful..."

"Do you want to know? Finally know?"

Don looked up pleadingly, hungrily. He heard his wife fart from across the
room, but he had no idea that Sara was his wife.

"Finally know what my cock looks like? What will be fucking your wife's ass
and cunt soon?"

Don closed his eyes and swayed as if in strong winds. "Oh,
yessss....yessss...I want to see it...show it to me...let me bow down to it
and worship...I want to worship it, master..."

Only then did Don notice the massive erection slithering within Mr. Krill's
pants. It looked as thick as a tree limb. Don imagined it to be as hard as
iron. His eyes darted to the women across the room and back to the bulge in
his god's pants. He wanted it all for himself. He didn't want to share the
privilege. He reached out for it, but Mr. Krill slapped his hand.

"Down, pig!"

Don put his face to the floor in shame. "Forgive me, master!"

"I forgive you, pig. You can't control yourself, I know."

"I can't...control...myself..." Only the master could control him. "Please
punish me, master," he begged. "I need to be taught a lesson."

"Very well," said Mr. Krill. "Ladies, I want you to go downstairs and have
some fun with the other guests. Let anyone you meet fuck you."

The women squealed with delight and thanks. They had difficulty standing up
and walking after all that food and drink. Maggie staggered and fell,
laughing and burping and farting. "What was in that pill, master? I feel
funny!"

Mr. Krill laughed. "Those pills were laxatives, my little pig. Go have some
fun before it takes effect."

As Sara passed him and Don, Mr. Krill grabbed her arm and said, "I smell
that you're fresh and clean. I ordered your husband to keep you filthy. Why
are you clean?"

Sara's eyes stared at him longingly. "Because he told me to shower
anyway. It was part of his plan. I joined in with his plan after I washed
myself. I thought we could trick you."

"But you were wrong."

"We were wrong, master. I'm so glad that we were wrong. You've freed us,
master. You are our only heaven. We were lost before you took over our
lives and our bodies. We were in misery and boredom, but now we only belong
to you. When will you mark your property, my god? When will you take out
that cock and show us who's master and ruler of our bodies? I want to feel
that cock in me. I want that cock in Maggie. I want that cock in that man
at your feet. Please reveal that god's cock!"

"Who am I?"

"You are Doth, my demon god."

"And who are you?"

"I'm a nameless whore whose body belongs to you, whose cunt belongs to you,
who wants your demon baby, your sacred cum, you total mastery over my weak
mind and weaker body."

"Do you have a husband?"

"No!"

"Do you have children?"

"No!"

"Do you have any will?"

"No will! Only your will be done!"

"Do you believe in God?"

"No. You are my only god!"

"Do you have any faith in redemption?"

"There is no redemption, no faith! Only you, master! Only you and your
demon cock!"

Mr. Krill nodded with satisfaction. "Good girl. Go and have some fun."

As Sara walked away with Maggie, she let out loud farts. Don could smell
chili beans. He sniffed in the stink and felt his balls tighten. He felt
like cumming again.


MR. KRILL TEACHES DON A LESSON When the women were gone, Mr. Krill pointed
to the couch. "Lie down on your stomach," he ordered. "I wanted the ladies
to leave so you and I could have a proper exchange, an exchange between
men."

"Between men..." Don sighed, closing his eyes and smiling as he obeyed. His
cock dripped with cum. He smelled Mr. Krill's cologne and loved it.

"Wait."

"Yes, master?"

"Take off that camera, pig, and give it to me."

"Yessss..." Don forgot why he had a camera on him in the first place. He
handed it to the master.

Mr. Krill chuckled and winked into the lens. "I want to record this for
posterity."

"Record what, master?" Don asked with excitement. He stretched out on the
couch, facedown.

"Your posterior, of course," laughed Mr. Krill. "Pull down your pants."

Don pulled down his pants, taking his boxers down with them. His cock stuck
to the couch's surface due to his cum. "I am open for you," he
panted. "Ready for you, hungry for you."

"You expect pleasure, Don? You disobeyed me, didn't you?"

"Yes!" cried Don, feeling intense relief and pride in confessing without
hesitation. His hips squirmed so that his ass went in circles in the
air. This was what it was like to be a woman: expecting penetration in open
holes, wet holes. Don envied his wife. If he were a woman he'd be
absolutely addicted to cocks. His own cock rubbed against the couch, and he
wished that he had a pussy instead, if only for this time with
Mr. Krill. Instead, he had his anus to give.

"You dared to resist me, more than once."

"Yes...resisted...you..." Don lifted up his ass higher so that his buttocks
spread more, revealing his sweaty asshole. Being totally exposed like that
before his master sent waves of absolute pleasure throughout his body. He
wanted to please his master, to offer his entire body to him. He wanted the
demon's horns to stab his asscheeks, the demon's teeth to bite his scrotum,
the demon's snake tongue to lick his shithole, the demon's eyes to sear his
anus with a phallus of hellfire. He had never felt this way in his life,
until now. Until his life wasn't his life. He belonged to almighty Doth
now.

"What are you waiting for?" Mr. Krill asked.

Don heard the man's pants unzipping. He gasped with anticipation and
fear. "Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck..."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Punishment," Don groaned. "Justice...whipping...pain...humiliation..."

"Even death?"

"Even death, if you desire it." This was too much. Don started to cum
again. "Take me, master! Do whatever you want to me! I don't care! Just
please let me cummmmmmmm!" His ass trembled and jiggled as he spasmed and
cum shot all over the couch.

"Remember when I let you leave this office that first time, when you fooled
yourself into believing in your own free will?"

"Yes, master, I remember! I was a fool! I was wrong! I have no free will!"

"I told you that I'd knock you down to the lowest degradation you could
ever imagine, Don. That I'd make you grovel in the gutter and worship me
from the sewer."

Don wiggled his ass at Mr. Krill,
moaning. "Degradation...gutter...sewerrrrr..."

"You told me that you and your wife would never return to the club, that
you would never worship me, didn't you, Don?"

Mr. Krill's finger traced Don's asscrack again, going lower this time,
stopping just before the asshole and then going the other way. "HOLY SHIT!"
Don gasped. "OH MY GOD!"

"But you returned and worshipped me."

"WE RETURNED AND WORSHIPPED YOU! YES! YOU ARE OUR MASTER! OH, STICK IT IN
MY ASSHOLE, MR. KRILL! PLEASE, STICK IT INNNNN!" Don shifted his ass in
hopes of getting Mr. Krill's finger to pierce his anus at last.

"Even though you played tough, you knew that you'd return and worship,
didn't you, Don?"

The finger slid up and down Don's crack. "Yes, I fucking knew we'd
return...knew we'd worship you...I wanted you...I wanted you thennnn..."

"Now look at you. Exactly as I promised. I have destroyed all your dignity,
all your morals."

"Yessss, my god," Don droned. His buttocks jiggled as he thrust his
hips. "You have destroyed my dignity and morals -- and I love it, I love
it! Oh, fuck, please take me, Mr. Krill! Fuck my animal ass!"

Don remembered the camera and was thrilled to have this recorded for anyone
to see. He wanted his boss to see it and fire him. He wanted his pastor to
see it and bar him from church. He wanted his mother and father to see it
and forever hate their son. He reached back and spread his buttocks apart
with his hands. "LOOK AT MY DIRTY ASSHOLE! IT BELONGS TO HIM! IT BELONGS TO
ONLY HIM! MY MASTER OWNS MY ANIMAL ASSHOLE! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO MY
BODY, MASTER! FUCK MY ASS! I WISH YOU COULD IMPREGNATE ME! I WANT YOUR
BABIES! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Don was a writhing, shrieking, insane, babbling wreck. He could hardly hear
Mr. Krill laughing cruelly at him. He didn't care about anything now. His
cock hardened again, and he wanted to cum for eternity, cum for the
demon. He longed to see his god's cock. "SHOW ME!" he pleaded. "I CAN FEEL
ITS HEAT! I CAN SMELL IT FROM HERE! SHOW ME YOUR COCK, MASTER! I WANT IT! I
WANT TO WORSHIP IT! I WANT TO BOW DOWN AND PRAISE IT!"

"Not yet, pig," growled Mr. Krill. "First you must pay for your
disobedience."

"OH YESSSSS..." Don waved his ass back and forth, his asshole gaping. He
could smell his own asshole.

"It stinks," said Mr. Krill. "It's a filthy thing. A beast's asshole."

"It stinnnnnksssss," repeated Don, loving the humiliation. "It'ssss a
fillllthy thinnnnng...a beeeeeeast's assssshoooooole..."

Mr. Krill spanked Don's upturned ass with a mighty open hand. It stung
greatly and made Don collapse on the couch in pain. He howled with
shock. WHACK! Another strike! Don howled again. WHACK! This time
Mr. Krill's strong hand spanked Don's open asshole. WHACK! His mind
drizzled away, his thoughts became a loud buzz, his body shook. He wanted
more and more punishment, more and more degradation. He wanted more and
more.

WHACK! "Will you ever resist me again?"

"Never again! I'll never resist! Oh my fucking god..."

WHACK! "Are you my total slave?"

"Yes! Total...slave!"

"Your little dicky is my property?"'

Don churned his hips, waiting for more pain. "My little dicky is your
property! Yesssss!"

WHACK! "Daddy's teaching you a lesson, Don."

"Oh fuck, daddy! Teach me a lesson, daddy!" Don thrashed and bucked,
offering his ass, his balls flapping back and forth so wildly that they
struck his sticky asshole again and again.

Sometimes his balls would be in the way when Mr. Krill spanked, so the big
hand would smash them against Don's ass. "OH MY GOD!" Don groaned each
time. "SMASH MY BALLS, DADDY! SMASH MY FUCKING BALLS!"

Mr. Krill reached over to the desk and grabbed a metal ruler. "Spread your
asshole more, Don."

"Oh, yesss!" Don's fingers stretched his asshole as far as it would
open. He didn't see the ruler, so he expected to be fucked by Mr. Krill at
last. "Fuck it," he hissed. "Fuck my shithole."

WHACK! The ruler swatted Don's asshole. Don shrieked with shock and
pleasure. "AAAHHH!"

WHACK! The ruler stung the stretched hole again, sending Don into spasms of
pain and worship. WHACK! His asshole felt like it was going to split
apart. WHACK! Don wanted more and more.

"Talk in the girl voice you used on the phone this afternoon, Don! Tell me
what my little girl wants!"

"I want your harsh justice, almighty Doth!" Don wailed in the girlish
voice. "I want you to abuse my body!"

"What else, you little sissy?" WHACK!

"AAAHHH! I want your cock in my animal ass!"

"Say `cock' again, little bitch!"

"Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock! I want to be abused by your cock!"

Mr. Krill spanked Don's stinging asshole again and again. WHACK! "What
would your mother think if she saw you now?"

Don tried to remember what his mother looked like, or if he even had a
mother, if he had ever been born. "She would be disgusted!"

WHACK! "What about you father?"

"He would be furious and ashamed! Oh my fucking god..."

"Would they mourn for their lost little girl, Don?"

"Lost...little...girl...yes...mommy...father...look at me..." Don slobbered
and shook and lifting his ass for more justice. He wanted to feed himself
to the demon, to feel its teeth devour his scrotum, his cock, his
face. "Spank me more...more...more...daddy..."

WHACK! "Are you talking to your father, Don?"

"Noooo, noooo," Don moaned. "I mean you! You are my daddy! You are my only
daddy!"

"Tell him!" bellowed Mr. Krill. "Tell your father what you are!" The
powerful hand beat Don's asscheeks again and again. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"I'm a whore, father! I'm a fucking dirty whore! Your son's a whore, a
slave! I surrendered to the power of a demon! I worship a demon as a god!
You used to hold me and wipe my ass when I was a baby, but look that ass
now! It's even more helpless, even dirtier, and it belongs to this demon
god! You can't stop me or save me! He is my only parent, my only daddy, my
only authority, my only care! And he's giving me punishment! He's teaching
your son's stinky whore ass a lesson! A lesssssssonnnnnn..."

"What would you do if your mother walked in right now? Would you stop?
Would you resist me?"

"No! No! I wouldn't stop! I want this forever, daddy! I would beg for more
spankings, more justice on my ass! I would worship you in front of my
parent! I would sacrifice my asshole to you in front of them! I would tell
them to bow down and worship your cock, your mighty demon cock! OH FUCK, I
NEED TO CUM! I WANT TO CUM IN FRONT OF THEM! WATCH ME CUM! LOOK AT YOUR
SLUTTIFIED LITTLE BOY! NO, NOT YOURS! HIS! I'M HIS BITCH, HIS SLUT! WATCH
THIS DEMON'S WHORE CUM! DADDY, DADDY! ARRRRGGGGH!" Don blew another load
and went into convulsions. Then he lay still, panting, fighting for air.

Mr. Krill stopped the beating. He held his spanking hand up to his nose and
sniffed. "You're a stinky bitch."

"I'm a stinky bitch..." Don mumbled. He was sad that the beatings had
ceased. He wanted more pain, more humiliation. He wanted to feel that
authoritarian hand and ruler against his buttocks and asshole.

"Use my asshole as a pussy, master," he begged. "Fuck my asspussy. Rip my
asspussy apart with your cock."

"You are under my cock's power."

"I AM UNDER YOU COCK'S POWER!"

"Total power."

"TOTAL POWER! OH, MY ASSHOLE IS A PUSSY FOR YOU!"

"Take everything off, pig," he ordered.

Don obeyed and made himself completely naked. His crotch was crusted with
old cum and glistening with recent cum. It felt great to be utterly
vulnerable before such a powerful being. The only man on Earth. His god and
master.

"Turn over and expose your little dicky to me."

"Yesssss..."

Don spread his legs far apart so that nothing was hidden from his master's
gaze. His cock raged upward, toward his master, magnetic. His scrotum was
full and beefy. Don loved to be so vulnerable and humiliated. Tears poured
down his face. "Punish it, master..." Don whined.

"What did you say?"

"PUNISH IT, MASTER! PLEASE! PUNISH MY DICKY!"

Then Mr. Krill's mighty hand reached down and grabbed Don's scrotum. His
hand enveloped the entire sack, and it also gripped the root of Don's
cock. "UUUUUUGH..." Don groaned, his eyes and tongue bulging. "UUUUUUGH!"

Mr. Krill squeezed with terrible force so that one of Don's testicles
popped out of one side of his fist. He squeezed again so that the other
testicle popped free. Don wailed in agony and love. "HARDER! HARDER! CRUSH
IT! CRUUUUUUUSSSSSSSH IIIIIIIIT!"

"What do you want, pig?" Mr. Krill growled as he tightened his grip.

"I want you to crush my balls and cock into jelly! I want to faint under
the pain of your almighty hand! Destroy me, Mr. Krill! I can't take it
anymore! DESTROY ME!"

Just when Don thought that his scrotum couldn't be squeezed any harder,
Mr. Krill's grip strengthened, making his sack look like a small brownish
balloon. He couldn't believe this was happening. Never had he imagined that
his genitals would ever be totally controlled by and at the mercy of
another man. He was elated with the situation, however. He loved it.

"Your mother used to clean your tiny penis and balls for you when you were
a baby," said Mr. Krill.

"My mommy used to clean my pee-pee and balls..."

"And now I have total control over your penis and balls."

"And now you have total control over my pee-pee and balls!"

"Your mother gave birth to you, but you love me more than her."

"I love you more than my mother, yesssss!" Don stared at his bloated
scrotum and his flopping but hard cock. They were powerless in the grip of
his master. The master could do anything he wanted to them. Don wanted
Mr. Krill to punish them, hurt them, torture them.

"Do you want your mother to see what I'm doing to you, Don?"

"YES! SHOW HER! I WANT HER TO SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME!"

"Who do your cock and balls belong to, Don?"

"MY COCK AND BALLS BELONG TO YOU, MR. KRILL!"

"I am your master!"

"YOU ARE MY MASTER!"

"I am your daddy!"

"YOU ARE MY DADDY!"

"I am your god!"

"OH FUCK, YOU ARE MY GOD!"

The strong hand crushed Don's cock and sack together until it all felt like
hot liquid. Don saw stars. He thrashed his head from side to side. His
tongue was rigid and sticking out. "I AM UNDER YOUR TOTAL CONTROL, MY GOD,
MY MASTER! DO WHATEVER YOU WISH! DESTROY ME! DESTROY ME IF YOU WANT!"

Mr. Krill yanked the bloated, sore sack farther upward and smacked it with
his other hand. He spanked Don's scrotum again and again. "MY FUCKING GOD,
I WANT MORE!" Don screamed. "SPANK MY BAD LITTLE BALLS! PUNISH MY NAUGHTY
LITTLE BALLS! OH FUUUUUUCK..."

Don stared at his tortured scrotum. It looked like a soggy tangerine about
to split open. He felt as if he'd pass out at any second, the pain and
pleasure were so good.

"Up!" ordered Mr. Krill. He forced Don up by his captured balls and dragged
him to the desk. Then, with his free hand, he rummaged through a drawer and
pulled out a large pair of industrial scissors. Don groaned when he saw
them. He had to strand on the tips of his toes to keep himself from falling
over, Mr. Krill held his sack so high.

Mr. Krill's eyes were heartless and dark. Don feared and adored his
gaze. He felt the points of the open scissors poke his tender, shiny
scrotum. "Would you cut them off for me, Don?" Mr. Krill asked.

Pleasure and fear hit Don like a tornadic gust. His eyelids fluttered and
he could hardly breathe. "Oh, yesssss, massssterrr! I'd cut them off for
you!"

"Look!" ordered Mr. Krill. He snipped the thick pen in half with one
clip. The scissors were amazingly sharp and strong. Don gasped with sheer
excitement at what they could do to his flesh. Anything for him, he
thought. I'd cut them off for him!

"Take the scissors, Don."

Don took the scissors from his master, his entire body trembling, his
scrotum trapped in Mr. Krill's merciless fist.

"Go ahead, pig. Cut off your balls. Cut them off now. Obey your god."

Don spread the blades so that were on either side of his distended
scrotum. All he had to do was snap the handles together and chop it off,
right above his master's white fist. He longed to please his god, to
obey. To emasculate himself would be the ultimate surrender, the best
humiliation and punishment for ever having doubted the power of Doth. The
blades were cool against his boiling-hot sack.

"I...I...I can't..." he stammered.

"Cut off your balls, Don!" Mr. Krill roared, squeezing his scrotum even
harder. Don's testicles felt as if they'd pop out through the skin. His
scrotal veins seemed on the verge of splitting apart. Don balanced his weak
body on the tips of his toes as his master held his genitals captive.

He offered the scissors to Mr. Krill. "Please! You do it! Cut them off! Cut
off my balls! Cut off my worthless balls, master!" He closed his eyes and
felt the scissors leave his hands. He waited for the impending agony of the
blades chopping off the scrotum that he had protected so carefully all of
his life. Until now. Now he didn't care. He wanted the master to un-man
him. "Cut off my cock too! Cut off my cock, pleeeeeease!"

Then the hand let go suddenly. Don's balls fell downward, but his erection
remained upward. Don sunk to the floor, exhausted. He heard the scissors
clatter on the desk.

"You may look at my cock," said Mr. Krill. He unzipped his pants and
reached in.

Don became instantly lucid, panting and eager. He gazed upon Mr. Krill's
exposed cock. It was a perfect thing, a powerful thing, more than Don had
imagined. Mr. Krill stood proudly, stretching out his cock, grinning. It
shined. Its heat poured outward. Don could feel the heat. "It is perfect,
master! Perfect! Oh fuck, it's perfect, perfect perfect..."

"Worship it, Don."

Don bowed to the cock over and over, grunting, "You are my god! You are my
god! You are my god!" His bruised and inadequate genitals hung under
him. He was thrilled to be so small.

"I want you to remember something, Don."

"Yes, yessss..." Don couldn't look away from the cock. He wanted to kiss it
over and over again. He wanted to give it pleasure. How could he have ever
doubted this man? How could he have ever resisted his power and greatness?
This cock disproved all arguments against Mr. Krill. This cock was the
answer to everything. It was everything.

"You are married. You have a wife. Her name is Sara."

"My wife's name is Sara..."

"I am going to fuck her with this cock, Don."

"Yes, you will fuck her with that cock..."

"This demon cock."

"That demon cock..."

"My god cock!"

"Your god cock..."

"My monster cock will make your wife scream."

"Your monster cock will make my wife scream..."

"Does that make you jealous, Don? Does it sadden you?"

Don was allowed to remember everything about his wife, his marriage, even
his children. "No, master. I don't care. Take her. Take her and own her
forever. Take her from me. I don't care. I just want her to be filled with
that mighty cock. I want to watch you take her with it. I want you to cum
in her ass and her pussy. I want to smell the cum mix with her shit and
pussy juice. I want you to impregnate my wife, master. I want her to carry
your child and kick me out, banish me."

"Won't you miss your family, Don?"

"Noooo...I don't care...noooo...please..."

"Please what?"

Don's eyes bulged toward Mr. Krill's perfect cock. He wanted to bow down to
it in worship. It was finally there, throbbing before him. "Please call my
wife up here and fuck her in front of me. Let me watch. I want to see her
moan and surrender to your sacred cock, master."

Mr. Krill made his cock move and sway. It gripped Don's mind more than the
demon jewel. He never wanted to look away from it. He wanted to stay in its
power forever. He now understood why his wife had lost interest in sex in
their marriage. She lacked the proper cock. The marriage was missing this
cock. Don knew why Sara had surrendered to Doth so quickly: to submit
sexually to a powerful man was the best feeling in the world. And before
him was the best cock in the world. The only cock in the world.  He longed
for it to take his wife and ruin his family.

"This is the true face of the true god," said Mr. Krill.

Don drooled. His tongue hung out. "Yessss...the true face of the true
god..."

"Do you want to touch it, Don?"

Don hesitated.

"Don, do you want to touch it?"

"Yes, master...I want to touch it..."

"Why?"

"To push it into my wife's slutty body, master. To show that I sacrifice
her completely. To make sure that I volunteer her surrender to you. I want
to give my wife to you. Feed her to your cock. I want to steer my god's
face into my wife shitty asshole and stinky cunt."

"Who are Emily and Jennifer?"

"My children..."

"Do you care about them?"

"No..."

"Do you care that your mother will watch this video and see her son act
this way, surrender totally to me?"

"NO! I want her to see this!"

"What do you care about?"

"Only you."

"Do you love your wife?"

"No..."

"What do you love?"

"I love your cock, master."

"Why?"

"Because it is freedom."

"Are you attracted to my body, Don?"

"Fuck, yes, I'm attracted to your body, master! I want it more than
anything!"

"More than your wife's body?"

"More than my wife's body! You're the most beautiful being in the world!
Just the sight of you makes me want to cum!"

"Lift your tiny dicky, Don."

Don lifted his limp cock. It was filthy and shriveled now. He blushed. It
was miniscule when compared to his master's enormous member. It turned Don
on to compare. He loved that his cock was nothing, worthless.

Mr. Krill went to his desk, opened the drawer and retrieved Don's and
Sara's wedding rings from it. Then he unclasped the demon necklace and slid
the rings onto it so that one rested on either side of the Doth
jewel. "Take this and wrap it around your balls."

"Yessss..." Don wound the golden chain around and around his swollen red
scrotum. Tighter, tighter, until his sack bulged and shined. Its veins were
engorged, the testicles seeming about to burst open. The wedding rings
pressed into the tender flesh. The pain made Don groan. Blood built up on
his scrotum and in his cockhead. An erection started. The chain choked his
cock and balls.

"How does that feel, Don?"

"Like heavennnnnn..."

"Do you love it?"

"Yessss...it's excited...it wants to cum again..."

"Hold it closer to mine, Don."

Don obeyed. His cock still looked tiny compared the veiny monster cock of
his master. His cock felt the heat from Mr. Krill's cock, and Don felt an
orgasm building. He wanted to rub his cock all over his master's cock. He
wanted Mr. Krill to spank his sack again. "Master...master...please...let
me...let me... cum..."

"Answer one more question, Don."

"Yesssss, master...then let...me...cum...master..." He pulled on the chain
and choked his balls. They were blue by now. Don felt lightheaded. He
wanted to cum and go to sleep.

"Should I kill you for trying to trick me?"

Don tried to think. He wondered what is master wanted him to say in
reply. But he knew what he really wanted, so he told the truth. "Yes, if
you want to. I don't care..."

"I have the power over your life and death?"

"Yes, you have the power over my life and death..." It felt so good to
admit that. Don started to cum thinking about it. His shot loads onto the
floor, onto the chain, onto the grinning demon face. He had fed the demon
god his worthless seed. Don remembered that this had all began with the
face of that demon jewel. He thanked it for destroying him and his wife.

"It's time, Don," said Mr. Krill. "It's time to bring your wife back and
complete my ownership of her and of you."

Don was amazed to cum yet again at hearing those words. "ARGGGHH! YESSSSS,
MASSSTERRRRR! FUCK MY WIFE! TAKE HER FROM ME! DO IT! LET ME GUIDE YOUR
MIGHTY GOD COCK INTO HER ASSHOLE AND CUNT!"

He remembered the camera again and threw his head back in utter surrender
and degradation. He loved being a total whore, a slave. He wanted to show
the video to his mother. He wanted his mother to bow down before
Mr. Krill's cock, to praise the face of almighty Doth, to give her body and
soul to him. As if she were watching right then, Don turned his upturned
ass to the camera so that his swollen blue balls and bound cock hung below
his asscheeks, the necklace chain binding his once-private flesh, the
wedding rings dripping with cum. "Look at what your boy has become, mommy!"
he groaned.

Mr. Krill leaned in front of the camera and said, "Your son is mine,
Mrs. Cullen. He belongs to Doth now. His body belongs to Doth. His mind
belongs to Doth. Come down here and you'll belong to Doth too!
Ahahahahahahaha!"

Hearing that made Don grunt with excitement. His writhed on the floor like
an animal in heat. "BRING MY WIFE UP HERE AND FUCKING FUCK HER, MASTER!"
___

Then somebody knocked at the office door. "Let them in," the master
ordered. Don obeyed. In staggered Sara and Maggie, their faces covered in
cum, their jiggling naked asses red from fucking many men. They farted as
they walked. The laxatives and food and drink had taken their toll. The
women reeked of cum and sweat and excrement, but didn't seem to notice or
care. Don was excited by the sight and the smell. Seeing his once clean and
fastidious wife in such a degraded state thrilled him. It pleased his
master, for sure. Now he had to deliver his filthy wife to their god.

"My wife is ready, master," moaned Don, leading her to Mr. Krill.

When Sara saw Mr. Krill's amazing cock, she fell to her knees and bowed to
it, worshipping as she did the demon jewel earlier that day. "Oh, fuck,
it's better than I dreamed!" she grunted. "I want to suck it. I want to
make it cum. I want to praise it forever and ever!"

"It is perfect," murmured Don, thrilled that his wife was under the power
of Mr. Krill's mighty cock and power. "It is
perfect...perfect...perfect...perfect..." He couldn't stop babbling and
drooling. He could smell the sweat and musk of Mr. Krill's heavy, massive
balls. Those balls would impregnate his wife, give her a baby, destroy
Don's status as husband and father. Don loved it.

Maggie pushed in. "Me too! I love this godly cock!"

"Do you have family, Maggie?" Mr. Krill asked. "Brothers? Parents?"

"No..." Maggie replied distantly. Her eyes were glued to that cock. Drool
poured out of her gaping mouth. Sara reached over to her and slid three
finger up Maggie's asshole. Maggie farted repeatedly around Sara's churning
hand. Nobody cared. All they cared about was being under the power of their
master.

"Do you have a name?" asked Mr. Krill.

"No...no name..." sighed Maggie, churning her on Sara's soaked
fingers. "Please...please fuck us..."

Don's eyes bulged and his tongue flopped around outside of his mouth. His
eyes were all whites. He was on the verge of seizures. "Yeth, mathter! Fuck
them! Fuck them, pleath!" He smelled Maggie's shitty asshole and wished
that he had eaten all that food and taken a laxative so that he could lose
all control of his body and shit before his master.

"Is that all you want?"

"ALL WE WANT!" the three slaves moaned together. "ALL WE WANT!"

Mr. Krill took off his clothes and revealed his powerful body. His abdomen
wasn't cut as would be expected. In fact, he had somewhat of a gut, and he
was quite hairy all over. Don was thrilled to see that his master's pubic
bush was enormous, dense, dark and rough. He wanted to bury his entire face
in Mr. Krill's big bush, sniff it, lick it, nuzzle it, kiss it.

The three slaves were enraptured by the sight of their master's
nakedness. They couldn't help but whimper and whine for it.

"All of you: get on all fours with your asses facing me!" Mr. Krill
commanded.

They obeyed at once. Don wished that his pants were down so that his
asshole would be vulnerable to his master.

"Who should I fuck in the ass first?" asked Mr. Krill.

"Me!" cried Sara, spreading her buttocks as wide as possible.

"Me!" groaned Maggie, doing the same.

"Please, master, me first!" Don begged, bucking and gyrating. "Fuck my ass
first!"

"You'll have to wait, Don."

"UHHHHH..." After a few seconds, Don couldn't hold back anymore: "FUCK MY
WIFE! FUCK HER NOW! DESTROY HER WITH YOUR GOD COCK! OH MY GOD!"

He grabbed his wife and forced her to the floor, on all fours. Then he
knelt down before Mr. Krill's naked body and looked up at this master
pleadingly. "May I, my god?" He trembled before the majesty of his master's
rock-hard cock.

Mr. Krill looked down, his face partly obscured by his huge purple
cockhead, and said, "You may, you worthless animal. Do your duty. Guide my
cock into your wife. Sacrifice your wife to my power. Do you want to touch
my divine cock?"

Don stared longingly at it. "Yessss...I want to touch it..."

"Oh my god...oh my god..." Sara was panting, waiting for the pleasure and
total takeover of her body. Maggie grunted as she masturbated and watched,
her soiled asshole twitching.

"Prepare yourself, whore!" said Mr. Krill, as Don gripped the huge cock
with both hands and led it toward his wife's open asshole.

"Yessss!  Yessss! I need it!" Sara babbled, waving her ass, farting and
farting. The stink made Don dizzy with desire to taste her dirty anus
before serving it to their god.

"Please, master..." he breathed. "May I taste her shitty ass one last
time?"

Mr. Krill shook his head. "No! It belongs to only me now, pig."

Don's eyes rolled back in total pleasure and surrender. "Yes,
master. Yessss...all yours...my wife belongs to your cock now..." Don felt
Mr. Krill's thick cock pulsating in his hands. It felt hot and
powerful. Don envied his wife. He wished his master's seed could make him
pregnant. He regretted that he hadn't been born a woman so that his fate
would be pregnancy and birth for this demon god. He felt the urge to take
the monster head into his own mouth, guzzle the demonic cum himself,
selfishly swallow load after load. Don resisted, turning his face toward
his wife's shaking, helpless body. Then he pushed Mr. Krill's huge cockhead
into Sara's gaping asshole.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" his wife wailed. "FUCK ME, GOD! FUCK ME WITH YOUR
DEMON COCK!"

Don crawled in front of his wife and sucked on her rigid tongue as she
bucked her asscheeks against Mr. Krill's balls and big bush of dark pubic
hair. She moaned into his mouth. "Hish cockk feelsh sho gooooood! Oh my
god, he fucksh me better than you could ever fuck meeeee..."

Don pulled his face away from Sara and gaped in total awe at the sight of
his master pounding his wife. Mr. Krill was a giant, and they were puny
beings created for his pleasure, only for his pleasure. Don's eyes bulged
and his tongue lapped at the air. He wanted to taste his wife's filth on
that magnificent cock. He wanted Mr. Krill to pull out and cum in his face,
humiliate him for being a loser who couldn't satisfy his wife, who couldn't
make money. Don hated himself, and that felt awesome. He panted and panted
at the sight of his god owning his wife's body.

Mr. Krill roared and thrust into Sara again and again. Farts popped out of
her ass like machine-gun fire, filling the air with the smell of chili
beans. Sara's distended, over-full belly sloshed around and her tits
flapped back and forth. Don could smell the sex. He smelled Mr. Krill's
balls and his wife's filthy anus and pussy. He loved it. He gaped as his
master took his wife. It felt great to finally lose her forever, to lose
her to the all-powerful demon. "Fuck her, demon lover," he hissed. "Fuck
her, demon lover."

Mr. Krill raged and fucked and fucked and raged. His cock pounded Don's
wife until she collapsed in the floor, half-conscious, drooling and farting
and grunting, lost in her own world of absolute pleasure and
slavery. Maggie crawled over when Mr. Krill pulled out and sucked Sara's
filth and juice off his cock, moaning the whole time. She paused and
gasped, "I taste her shitty asshole, my god! The taste is making me
cummmmm..." And she fell back, slapping her clit and howling. Sara regained
awareness and bit Maggie's breasts, licked her hair, and shifted her
dripping asshole and pussy so that she sat on her face, muffling her
friend's orgasmic shrieks. "MRRRMPH...MRRRMPH!"

Don squirmed on the floor, looking up at tall, tall, towering and hairy
Mr. Krill, his mouth open in hunger, his tongue erect like a little dick,
begging over and over: "Please cum on my face, master! Cum on my face! I
want your cum all over my face, all over my naked body!" He bucked his hips
in the air and offered his cock and balls. "Cum on these! Cum all over
these!" he screamed. Then he collapsed.

Mr. Krill laughed and laughed at them: the women cumming with each other
and Don limp on the floor, his eyes half closed, his cock and balls choked
by the demon necklace and twitching and crusted with cum.

"Don."

Don couldn't even form words at this point. His eyes fluttered and he
groaned nonsense.

"Don."

"Yesh, mashter?"

"It's time for me to own your wife's cunt."

"Yesh...my wife'sh pushy...yes...take it..." Don slurred.

"Get up."

"I can't...I can't, mashter..."

"GET UP!"

"Pleash...let me shleep...mashter...I want to shleep..." His eyes closed
and his mouth hung open. Then he felt a sudden pain in his cock and
balls. Mr. Krill was pulling his body up with the necklace chain, like
pulling a dog on a leash. Agony swept through Don and forced him to jump to
his feet. He felt as if his cock and balls would pop off of his body. They
were dark blue and throbbing. He wanted them to fall off, for the pain to
end, to be cockless and castrated.

"What are you thinking, Don?" asked Mr. Krill slyly, yanking the chain and
forcing Don to his tiptoes.

Don's head swayed around and around. "I want you to rip off my cock and
ballsh."

"Why is that, Don?" Mr. Krill yanked harder.

"Then I can be your woman...your woman shlut..."

"My cockslave?"

"Yesh...your cockshlave..."

Mr. Krill let go of the chain. "No, no, Don. That's not what I desire. Now
put my cock into your wife's pussy."

Sara left Maggie's soiled face and lay on her back on the couch. She spread
her legs far apart so that her dirty pussy was open for her god. Mr. Krill
moved to the side of the couch and allowed Don to steer his cock toward
Sara's pussy. Right before the cockhead went in, Mr. Krill asked Don
teasingly, "Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want to lose your
wife forever?"

Don fought to keep his eyes open so that he could watch. His knees wanted
to give in. He wanted to sleep. The steady thump in the veins of
Mr. Krill's cock had a lulling effect. "I want this...I want this...I want
you to take my wife...I want to lose my wife forever...she's
yours...yours..." He tried to push the cock into Sara so that he could fall
down and sleep, but Mr. Krill held back.

"She will have my baby, Don."

"She...will...have...your...baby..."

"YES!" Sara screamed. "I WILL HAVE YOUR BABY! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE!"

Mr. Krill leaned down and whispered to Don, "Do you love your wife?"

Don tried to remember if he'd ever loved her, if she loved him. His mind
was blank, blissfully blank. "No..." he sighed. "I don't love my wife..."

"What is the most important thing in your life, Don?"

"You are the most important thing in my life, master! You are my life! I'm
dead without you!"

"Look at the camera and tell your mother."

Don blearily looked in the general direction of the camera. His vision was
blurry. "Look at ush, mommy...I'm hish slave, hish whore...He ish my
life...no more love...no more marriage...I'm giving Shara to our
mashter...I'm shacrifishing her body to hish demon cock..."

"You all belong to Doth!"

"We...all...belong to Dosh...our god...Dosh...we...belong...all..."

"Expose yourself to your mother, Don!"

Don spread his legs and held out his bruised and throbbing cock and
balls. "Look at what your shon hash become..." he droned, closing his eyes
and smiling. "Uh...uh...uh...uh...look...mommy...look at the
whore...I've...become...whore...shlut...pig..."

"Slave!"

"Shlave..."

"Plaything for the demon Doth!"

"Plaything...for...the...demon...Doth..."

"You love the demon!"

"I...love...the...demon..." Suddenly Don pulled down his cum-soaked pants
and boxers and shifted his spread ass between Mr. Krill and
Sara. "Please...master...please...fuck me first! Before you fuck her fuck
my body first -- please! I want you to mark your property, claim my body
with your demon cock! Pleeeeeease, my god!" Don's ass circled in a
desperate attempt to attract his master.

"Shut up, pig!" Mr. Krill kicked Don to the side and scolded the whimpering
man: "How dare you try to tempt me! I decide who and when I possess with my
cock, you piece of shit! Now pull up your pants and sacrifice your wife to
me!" Then Mr. Krill smacked Sara's thighs and whispered, "Do you love your
husband?"

"NO!  I NEVER LOVED HIM! I LOVE ONLY YOU AND YOUR DEMON COCK!" she wailed,
beating her clit with both hands, her legs shaking in the air. "OH PLEASE,
FUCKING FUCK MY CUNT!"

"Fuck..her...cunt..." Don started to lose consciousness.

"This is being recorded, Sara!" yelled Mr. Krill. "How does that make you
feel?"

"IT TURNS ME ON! I WANT TO BE EXPOSED LIKE THIS! SHOW THE WORLD THAT I'M
YOUR COCKWHORE!"

"Would you show your own mother, Sara?"

"YES! SHOW MY PARENTS THEIR WHORE DAUGHTER! LOOK AT ME, MOTHER AND FATHER!
I'M HIS WHORE! I'M A SLAVE TO HIS COCK! THE DEMON OWNS ME! DOTH IS MY
MAAAAASSSSSTERRRRR!"

Just as Don was about to pass out, someone knocked at the office door. Don
perked up and awaited his master's instruction.

"We have a visitor, Don," Mr. Krill announced. "Go open the door for him."

Him? Who could it be? Don crawled to the door since he felt too spent to
stand up and walk. His balls and cock swayed under him, reminding him that
he was only a lowly animal, a sex pig for Doth the demon.

"Be sure to welcome our guest as he deserves, Don," sang Mr. Krill.

When the door swung open, Don remained on all fours and gaped in utter
shock and desire. In walked the young gay man who had flirted with him!
Some of his messy-styled blonde hair hung over one of his eyes, and his
red, red lips made him look slightly girlish, soft. He wore shorts and his
legs were hairless. When he recognized Don he smiled seductively and
winked. "It's you," he said in a soft voice.

This sent tingles through Don's balls. He felt embarrassed and helpless
because he remembered rejecting the young man's subtle pass at him the
night before. What was happening to him? Why did he feel flattered and
turned on by the man's flirtation now? His mind spinning and his erection
hardening further, Don liked the feeling of being on all fours in front of
the handsome young man.

The man went to their master and got on his knees before him. "Another
blowjob, master?" he asked.

"No, slave. Take off your clothes," Mr. Krill demanded.

The man obeyed and stripped before the master. There wasn't one hair on his
entire body, except for his skin, which was flawless, creamy, almost
feminine. Don's jaw hung slack and he drooled. He knew what he must do.

"On all fours," ordered Mr. Krill.

The twink got down on all fours, still facing the master. His smallish pink
balls and cock dangled under him, and his smooth, pink, beautiful asshole
gleamed between his pale buns. Don noticed a single dark mole on the man's
left buttock, and for some reason it filled him with extreme lust. It was a
target, a tempting lure for his desire. Don knew that the master had chosen
this man with the ass mole on purpose. Inexplicably, the mole was the one
thing that undermined Don's sexuality and compelled him to hunger for this
complete stranger, this gender that was sexually alien to him.

He didn't want the man as he wanted Mr. Krill. This was a smaller desire, a
threshold his master expected him to cross in order to earn more divine
favor.

"Take him, Don," came Mr. Krill's order.

"FUCK HIM!" Sara screamed, jamming her fingers into her cunt. "FUCK HIM!"

Maggie jumped up and ran to her purse. She pulled out lipstick, opened it
and rushed to the blonde man. "Let's make it pretty for your husband!" She
painted the man's asshole bright red with the lipstick.

Without hesitation, Don crawled toward the man on all fours ahead of
him. At this point he was so crazed and horny that he would have fucked
anything Mr. Krill ordered him to. He didn't care. He wanted to fuck the
blonde man to please his demon god. The young man said nothing, only waited
to be dominated and used. The man was a mindless piece of meat for Don as
Don was a mindless piece of meat for Mr. Krill. Don couldn't stop looking
at the mole on the man's asscheek. As he got nearer to the man he could
smell his sweet anus and his sweaty balls. His eyes bulged at the
lipstick-painted asshole. It looked like a tiny mouth. Don's cock became
harder than ever.

"Let me put it in!" said Sara, gripping Don's veiny cock and steering it
toward the red asshole.

"Wait," Don whispered, panting. He leaned down to kiss and lick that
maddeningly gorgeous mole on that perfectly white buttcheek. The
citrus-like scent of the man's bright asshole wafted into Don's nostrils,
and the urge to fuck that hole overwhelmed Don. The thought of his
daughters came and went. The thought of his parents watching the video of
his and his wife's degradation came and went. His name came and went. He
didn't know who he was anymore. He didn't even care. Sara guided his
rock-hard cockhead toward the waiting hole.

"ENOUGH!" Mr. Krill commanded. "That's far enough, Don. There's no need for
more. I won't let you have more. You are not permitted to dominate. You're
only purpose is to be dominated. Back off. You have passed the test,
Don. Now you are completely in my possession."

"No...please...Mr. Krill...let me...let me fuck that sweet gay ass..." he
pleaded, so close to the prize, so hard and full of lust. "I want to give
him pleasure for flirting with me, for seducing me!"

"Oh, you will give him pleasure, Don," said Mr. Krill. "But, as I said,
yours is not to dominate. Yours is to be passive. Pull down your pants,
pig."

"Yesss..." Don pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees and whirled
around so that his spread ass was presented to the young man. The thought
of the man's eyes and nose being so close to his stinky, most private parts
excited him beyond belief.

"Now fuck this pig's ass, slave."

Don felt smooth, almost feminine hands on his naked hips. "Gladly, master,"
said the young man. "I had my eyes on this one last night. He acted like he
wasn't interested."

"But you're interested now, aren't you, Don?" asked Mr. Krill.

"Ohhhh...yesss....I'mmm...innnterrreeeesssted..." moaned Don, his asshole
twitching with anticipation. He would have preferred to have his anus
deflowered by Mr. Krill, but since this gay slave was an extension of
Mr. Krill's desire, it was sort of like being fucked by him. Don couldn't
wait to be violated in front of the women and his watching master.

"I don't believe him," the young man teased, rubbing the tip of his
cockhead up and down Don's asscrack.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Don gasped. "Ohhhhhh, fuck, I want it! I really do want it! Put
it in! PUT IT IN!"

"Fuck him!" growled Sara. "Fuck his whore ass!"

"Open for me, Sara," Mr. Krill ordered.

Don's wife raised her ass so that her pussy was ready for her master's
cock. "Get me pregnant, almighty Doth! Fuck a baby into me!"

"Fuck a baby into her!" Don pleased as the young man continued to tease his
asscrack. "Take her body forever!"

"Rolled your eyes at me!" the young man growled as he plunged his cock into
Don. "Thought you were too good for me!"

The pleasure was unfathomable. Don's eyes became all whites, and he forgot
everything around him but the energetic cock in his anus. So this is what
it's like, he thought. All this time, all those years! I love it! I fucking
love it! He wanted his mother to see what was happening to him. He wanted
her to see her little boy being seduced and soiled this way.

"I'm sorry for rolling my eyes at you!" Don moaned. "I should have gone
with you! I should have left my wife and family just to let you seduce me!
But my shithole is ruled by your cock now! You won! Oh, spank me while you
fuck away my status as a straight husband and father! Spank my naughty
little boy ass!"

The young man struck Don's buttocks again and again as he drove his cock in
and out of him. "Uh...uh...uh...uh...married straight guys...always
fall...so quickly...they all...want it...are waiting....for it..."

"You're right, slave," Mr. Krill replied. "Nothing can compete with a hard
cock. Defile that married man, slave. Queerify him in front of his slut
wife!"

"I FUCKING LOVE IT, LOVE IT!" Don screamed. "MASTER, WATCH HIM FUCK ME IN
FRONT OF MY WIFE! HE'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN HER! OH, THANK YOU FOR LETTING
HIM FUCK ME! I SHOULD HAVE LET HIM TAKE ME FROM MY FAMILY BEFORE! I SHOULD
HAVE FOLLOWED HIM AND TASTED HIS SWEET ASSHOLE! I WANT TO FUCK HIS ASSHOLE
WITH MY TONGUE!"

The office and the surrounding situation came back into his awareness when
he heard Sara screaming madly. His eyes began to focus and he saw that
Mr. Krill was drilling her from behind, his face red and savage, quite
similar to the face of the demon jewel. Sara's tongue hung out of her
mouth, her tits bounced rapidly, her arms fought to keep her from crashing
to the floor. Maggie masturbated nearby, farting each time her fingers
jammed into her cunt.

Sara's face was so close to Don's that they could feel each other's breath
and spraying saliva as they were both given the fucks of their lives
simultaneously. This was the master's clever way of fucking them both at
the same time. Husband and wife stared at each other's awe-stricken faces,
recognizing each other from so many years of marriage, yet totally
estranged and fascinated at each other's total transformation from who they
were only 24 hours ago.

Sara offered her tongue to Don and they locked in a crazed kiss as cocks
drilled them from behind. They moaned and grunted into each other's mouths,
both of them reduced to animal level: caring for nothing but pleasure. They
certainly didn't care for one another in the least. The demon Doth had
killed their familiar love and dissolved their monogamous loyalty
completely. They looked at each other as only sexual bodies, living meat
that existed to be used and abused by Mr. Krill. The bodies kissed each
other mindlessly, selfishly, not wanting to share affection or connect as a
married couple at all. They kissed only as an extension of their sexual
hunger and instinctual drive. The words "husband" and "wife" were
meaningless now. Besides, the power of the demon could erase their memories
and restore them at a whim.

By now Maggie had crawled behind the gay man and started licking his
asshole and balls as he fucked Don. As a result, Don got fucked even
harder, thanks to the additional excitement. To top it off, Sara started
sucking Don's cock while her body was rocked by the master. This sent Don
into an outer space of pleasure. Don leaned back to lock tongues with the
gay man behind him. As they kissed savagely, Don grunted, "Thank you! Thank
you! I'm your whore! I'm your little whore!"

The gay man quickened his thrusts, and Sara blew Don's cockhead expertly,
moaning and gasping and gagging on it, and Don felt an orgasm
mounting. "Make me cum with that beautiful cock!" Don cried. "Make me
cummmmm! Oh, I'd fucking die for your cock! Fuck meeee!" He reached back
and pinched the young man's nipples as he started to cum, and he yelled at
Sara: "Stop sucking! Stop! I want his cock to make me cum, not your mouth!
I want him to make me cum, him to make me cum, him to make me cum --
AAAAAUUUUGGGGGH! Take me away from my wife, stud! Fuck my straight ass!"

Don ejaculated all over his wife's face as the gay man continued to pound
his anus, shooting load after load in time with the thrusts. Sara inhaled
the cum from her lips and tongue, gagging and groaning.

"Good work, slave!" Mr. Krill laughed. "Here's a reward!" He pulled his
cock out of Sara's pussy and ejaculated toward Don and the young man. Globs
of his cum plopped onto the young man's pubic hair and Don's vibrating
buttocks, oozing down until it covered the fucking cock and the pounded
asshole, adding to the lubrication.

Don felt the fresh cum being churned into his anus, and he almost passed
out from the force of his increased excitement. He heard the young man
moaning at the feeling and moaned with him, totally addicted to the
incomparable bliss of having a cock in one's ass. Mr. Krill was never
spent, so he returned to Don's wife's cunt, making her cum again and
again. Then Mr. Krill came inside Don's wife, roaring like a powerful
lion. "I've impregnated you, whore!"

Sara's eyes bulged and her tongue flopped. "OH FUCK, I'M PREGNANT! HE MADE
ME PREGNANT! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

This was too much for Don. He let out a long, bestial shriek of pleasure
and one more time. His heart pounded so hard he thought he would die -- and
he didn't care. To die like this would be pure bliss: seeing his wife owned
by another man while oblivion approached. "HAVE HIS BABIES! HAVE HIS
BABIES! FUUUUUUUCK!" Then he lifted his torso and leaned back into the
young man's chest, reaching to feel the man's flesh, to feel the panting
breath on his neck. The young man tongued Don's ears and kissed his back,
pounding Don's buttocks with his skinny pelvis and sticky balls. "KEEP
FUCKING ME!" pleaded Don, weeping tears of utter lust.

Maggie swooped over from behind the young man and gave Don a French kiss
that smelled and tasted like sweaty asshole and scrotum mixed with
lipstick. Don relished the smell and taste, wanting more where that came
from. "DON'T STOP FUCKING MY FUCKING AAAAAAAASSSSSSSS! OH FUCKING GOD! OH
MY FUCKING GOD!"

Delirious and paralyzed from too much pleasure, the taste of Sara's spit
and the gay man's anus in his mouth, Don collapsed on the floor and passed
out, the fiery force of the young man's ejaculation punching into his anus
and the sound of his wife's howling as Mr. Krill thrust his cock in her
again and again fading away, away, away.


THE END OF THE BEGINNING Don awoke and realized that he was in a moving
vehicle. He lifted his head and looked around. It was a large
limousine. Sara lay next to him, asleep, snoring, her mouth open wide, her
cum-crusted thighs spread, her asshole popping with farts. Don squinted to
see who was driving. It was a stranger. Then he realized that there was
someone else in the limo with them, and he and his wife were lying across
the person's lap. He twisted his neck and looked up at Mr. Krill.

"Rise and shine, Don," laughed Mr. Krill.

"Master..." sighed Don, smiling. "My master..."

"Yes, pig," said Mr. Krill. "Your master. And look over there." He nodded
toward sleeping Sara.

Don obeyed, his face only inches away from her spread thighs. He smelled
the familiar scent of her crotch and flatulence.

"What is that before you, Don?"

"It is my wife's pussy and asshole."

"And who do those things belong to, Don?"

Pleasure filled Don. "They belong to you, Mr. Krill."

"Sniff them. Stick your face in them and sniff."

Don pushed his face into Sara's crotch and sniffed at the pussy and
asshole. His erection raged.

"Do you remember having sex with your wife, Don?"

Don pulled his face away and replied, "Yes..."

"Do you remember when you came in her because you both wanted to have
children?"

Don stared at his wife's private parts. "Yessss..."

"You will never be allowed to do that again, Don," said Mr. Krill. "You
will never touch or fuck your wife's body again."

"Never again..." Don moaned. "Yes, Mr. Krill."

"Your wife's body belongs only to me."

"Only to you, only to you." Don thought back to happier times in his
marriage. He remembered when he and Sara had loving sex with each
other. But he preferred his life now. He loved that Mr. Krill had claimed
both of them forever.

"I own her life, Don."

Don turned and gazed drunkenly at his master's face. "You own her life, my
god."

Sara murmured in her sleep and squirmed. Another fart escaped her butthole.

"Master...where are we...going?" Don asked faintly.

"To your mother's house."

Don remembered the camera and what they had done in front of it. His filled
him with excitement and ecstatic shame. "Why?"

"To show her your video, Don. Isn't that what you want?"

Don imagined his mother being forced to watch her son in such horrible acts
and then coming to love the sight, surrendering to the demon Doth, his
god. "Yesss...that's...what...I want...show her...show her...I want her to
see..."

"Not only she will see it, Don."

"Who else will be there?" Suddenly the thought of his daughters popped into
his head and he felt intense fear. Something deep inside wanted to make
sure that they were protected and wouldn't see their parents' fate. Then he
remembered that they had been moved his brother's house. His mother was at
home alone. For some reason Don felt relief, though he didn't feel any love
for his daughters or his wife -- or his mother.

"You're concerned for your daughters, aren't you, Don?" Mr. Krill asked
softly.

"I guess so." Sara had farted again, and the reek filled the limo.

"No worries. Adults are Doth's business."

"Sara's mother was invited. I arranged it. They're both at your mother's
house, waiting for you and Sara to arrive."

The thought thrilled Don. His mind spun. He felt his cock growing. Then he
felt the necklace chain around it and his weary balls. He loved the feeling
of being chained by the demon. He loved being a prisoner of his master's
power. "I want our parents to worship you, master," he pleaded. "I want you
to take them over, possess them as you possess me and Sara."

"I will, Don. I will. Don't you worry."

Don lay down his head and nuzzled in his master's warm lap with his snoring
wife. He smelled the master's crotch. The scent was better than the
intoxicating cologne that had helped seduce the couple the evening
before. As if sensing Don's adoration, Mr. Krill pulled down his pants
slightly. Don gratefully buried his face in his master's huge, thick bush.

Don felt himself falling back asleep, asleep in the master's warm and damp
pubic hair. Against his master's god cock and nutsack. The cock that had
stolen his wife and ruled his life. It would soon steal his mother and rule
her too. Don slipped into a deep sleep and dreamed of the demon face of
Doth filling the entire world, enslaving humankind, making every cock and
pussy cum at his command.  ___

"Wake up, Don," he heard Mr. Krill say. "We're here."

Don squirmed and nuzzled his face in his master's steamy crotch, smelling
his master's musk and sweat. He didn't want to
move. "Please...master...daddy...let me sleep in your bush forever..." He
rubbed his face all over the hair, sniffing and kissing. The idea of
coaxing his master into a blowjob, Don's virgin blowjob, drove him. He felt
giddy at the prospect. He wondered what a cock would feel like in his
mouth. He started to lift Mr. Krill's heavy cock with gentle fingers. "Let
me please you, daddy," he whispered. "Let me worship your cock."

"That's not for you, pig."

Don pecked the massive balls with his lips. "Mmmm...let me be your
cockslut..." His tongue reached for the hot cockhead. Mr. Krill had made
Don hungry for cock. He swabbed the beefy balls and inhaled their sharp
scent. He felt wild for more. "I want to make you cum, daddy. I want you to
cum in my face. Please. Let me serve you completely..."

"Enough, Don," said Mr. Krill. "You're wasting your time."

"Noooo..." Don mumbled, rubbing his nose against the large peehole, coaxing
it to open, dipping the tip of his tongue into it. He tasted piss. It
aroused him even more. He wanted dirt to overtake him, erase his
dignity. "Not a waaaassste, massster. You deserve pleasure...orgasms. Let
me...please...your...perfect cock..." Then he pulled down his pants and
twisted up his ass. "My asshole is a vagina for you. I offer myself as your
whore, Mr. Krill. Take my vagina. Fuck it again. I need to be fucked by you
again..."

There was no sign of arousal. The master decided when he would aroused. The
master had total control over his own body. He chose everything. There was
no seducing Mr. Krill, but Mr. Krill had the power to seduce anybody -- any
body. "Up, Don. NOW. And pull up your pants."

Don obeyed. He hated to leave the warmth and scent of his master's
crotch. "Please, master..." he begged. "Make me forget everything
again. Make me forget my wife, my daughters, my name, my..."

"Your what?"

"My mother..."

Mr. Krill laughed. "Oh, I see! Some part of you doesn't want to know how
your mom reacts to the video. You don't want to know that it's your own
mother you're sacrificing to my power."

"Yes..."

"No. You will remember and know everything. For now. I want this to be your
choice. I want to you to take me to your mothers and make them surrender to
Doth."

The thought felt wonderful. Don's cock hardened against the chain. "Of
courssssse...of coursssse...yessss...take them...sacrifice...I want to
sacrifice our mothers to Doth..."

The chauffer opened Mr. Krill's door and let them out. Mr. Krill said
something to him, and he drove away. Don woke up his wife and helped her
stagger to the door. Her farts went putt, putt, putt with each
step. Mr. Krill rang the doorbell. Some part of Don felt fondness for the
sound of the doorbell, for the sight of the place where he grew up. But all
that mattered now was his master.

Don's mother, a petite, pretty old woman, opened the door cautiously. "Who
are you?" she asked Mr. Krill.

"I am Jackson Krill, Beth Cullen, and behind me are some people you know
and love: your son and your daughter-in-law." He presented them.

Mrs. Cullen put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my, what has happened to
them?"

Mr. Krill laughed and said, "They've been liberated, Mrs. Cullen. Their
marriage has been saved by me."

"Saved?" Mrs. Cullen gasped. "They look like they've been tortured!"

"They've been shown the face of the true god," said Mr. Krill. "Let us in."

"Just a minute, Mr. Krill..."

Mr. Krill reached into Don's pants and pulled the chain of the demon
necklace, the wedding rings clinking against the demon face. Don's cock was
lifted over the waistline, red, sore, caked with dried cum. Then Mr. Krill
yanked harder and Don's swollen scrotum popped out too. Doth's demonic face
flashed against Don's bloated testicles.

Beth saw the demon jewel and felt her mind blur. Something stirred in her
and she stepped aside and let them into the house, staring at the necklace
wrapped around her son's battered genitals. She couldn't stop staring. The
demon grinned at her, called to her. "Come in..." she droned. Beth
followed, confused, transfixed by the bizarre yet alluring sight of her son
being led like a dog by his bound scrotum.

Mr. Krill led the delirious Don by the chain, like he was walking a
dog. Don staggered behind him, pulled by his stretched cock and nutsack,
loving the total lack of control. His wife staggered close behind,
murmuring under her rank breath: "Doth can make us prosper or die, give us
bliss or torture...can make us die, can make us die, can make us die..."

Mrs. Cullen's mind cleared after they passed, and she realized that
something was terribly wrong here. This was the man who had called and
arranged for her to invite Sara's mother over for an important announcement
by their married children. They thought it would be good news about
pregnancy, a third child. But this was far from good news. Mrs. Cullen
braced herself, said a prayer and grabbed her Bible from the magazine rack
in the living room.

"Son, what did he do to you?" she asked Don, trying to go to him. Mr. Krill
stopped her.

Don tried to focus on his mother, but his eyes kept being drawn back to the
sight of his pitiful cock and balls and the demon chain around them. He
wanted Mr. Krill to pull so hard that his cock and balls would be ripped
from his body, totally emasculating him forever. He loved that his mother
saw him this way. His cock grew into a full erection at the thought. His
balls bulged against the demon face and wedding rings. Don's mother stared
at them in horror.

"Rip them off..." Don pleaded with the voice of a child.

Mr. Krill yanked at the chain and choked Don's genitals even more. "Rip
what off?"

"Rip off my cock and balls," Don whimpered, almost dancing with pain and
excitement. "I want to...be...your woman..."

"Don!" Beth cried. "What are you saying? Stop this!"

The thought of becoming his master's woman made Don want to cum. "I want to
be your woman, master! I want you to take me completely! I want you inside
me! Rip them off and make me your sissy slut! Please, please!"

Sara gritted her teeth and growled, "Take off his cock and balls, my god! I
want to serve them to you! They are worthless! Worthless!" She cackled
madly, spitting at Don, spitting in his pitiful genitals, spitting on the
cum-crusted wedding rings.

Don's head hung back so that his Adam's apple bulged in his neck. "I should
have cut them off with the scissors when I had a chance! I should have cut
them off for you! Oh fuck...Oh fuck!"

Mr. Krill unwound the chain and freed Don's genitals. "There you go, pig. I
allow you to cum."

Don gasped and gripped his cock to beat off madly in front of his master,
his wife and his mother. "Uh...uh...uh...uh...uh...thank you,
master...cum...I want to cum...all I want...to cum..." He masturbated
furiously as his mother watched.

"Don, stop this right now!" she scolded. "This is evil! It's wrong! Son,
you've forgotten your family! Oh, I wish your father were home!"

Just then Sara's mother, Carol, ran down from upstairs. "What's going on
down here, Beth?" she cried. Then she stopped instantly when she saw the
bizarre scene. "Oh my Lord!"

"Help him, Sara," Mr. Krill ordered.

Sara swooped over to her masturbating husband and knelt behind him. Then
she spread his asscheeks with her hands and shoved her face into his
asshole, licking mindlessly. Don stared at Mr. Krill's crotch and imagined
the monster cock behind those pants. He remembered when he first saw it in
Mr. Krill's office. He wanted to be beaten with that cock. He wanted that
cock to rule his body forever. "OH FUCK!" cried Don, beating his cock. "OH
FUCK, I'M GONNA FUCKINNNNNG CUMMMMM..."

He heard his mother cry, "No!"

"On your wife's face, Don!" ordered Mr. Krill. "Now!"

Don spun around and shot loads of hot cum all over Sara's face, into her
gasping my mouth. "I love it!" she screamed! "I love it! Look, mother! Look
at your whore daughter!"

Sara's mother tried to pull her daughter up, but Sara fought her. "Sara,
what has gotten into you?"

Her maddened daughter suddenly got into a squatting position and
grunted. "I can't hold it anymore!" She squeezed out a small turd. It
plopped onto the floor, steamy and stinky. Then she looked at her
mother-in-law and said, "I'm pregnant with Mr. Krill's baby. He impregnated
me! I'm his whore!"

Seeing this, Don begged, "Please, Mr. Krill, give me a laxative so that I
can shit in front of you! I want to shit in front of you, master! Please!"

"In due time, Don," laughed Mr. Krill. "Be satisfied with being under the
control of your master's cock in the meanwhile."

"Master's cock..." Don droned, hanging his head, his knees buckling. He
fell to the floor at Mr. Krill's feet and began kissing his master's
shoes. "Thank you...thank you...thank you, Doth..."

"Who is Doth?" Mrs. Cullen cried. "What is going on here! Don! Don! Son,
stand up! Resist! I'm calling the police!" She ran for the phone.

"Wait!" she heard Sara's mom cry. She turned and saw that Carol was now
gaping at the demon face on that awful necklace in Mr. Krill's
hand. "Wait...don't...call..wait..." The old woman's tongue plopped out of
her mouth, and her body swayed.

"Yesss..." Sara gasped. "Yessss, motherrrr...give in...give in to the
demon's power...let him take you, mother...let him own you..." Sara
masturbated her pussy as she watched her mother sink to her knees before
Mr. Krill, staring at the face of Doth.

"Oh my..." her mother gasped. "Oh my god...I feel it now...I know what's
going on..." She reached down her pants and found her bushy, soaked
pussy. "Uh...uh...uh..uh...uh..."

"This is Doth, Carol," said Mr. Krill.

"Doth..."

"I am Doth."

"You are Doth."

"You now belong to me."

"I now belong to you."

"I own the bodies of you and your daughter."

"You own my body, you own my daughter's body." The woman orgasmed and fell
backward, babbling incoherently, tearing off her clothes so that she could
writhe naked before her new master, her daughter and Don and his
mother. She shot her head up and looked right at Don's mother. "DO IT! GIVE
IN! NOW! IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOOD..." Then her head fell back to the
floor. She raised her legs so that her hairy pussy and asshole were spread
for all to see and smell.

Sara saw this and moaned like an animal. "TAKE MY MOTHER, MASTER! TAKE HER
WITH YOUR DEMON COCK! PLEASE! I WANT TO WATCH YOU OWN MY MOTHER'S BODY! SHE
IS LOST IN YOUR POWER!"

"No more!" cried Don's mother. "This is evil! No more!"

Mr. Krill rolled his eyes at her and smirked at a sudden idea. He waved for
Don to come over. Don obeyed at once. "Go reward your mother-in-law for her
obedience, Don."

"Yes, Mr. Krill." Don got on all fours and crawled toward Carol's open
pussy and asshole. Her wild pubic hair was all over her asscrack and
thighs. He couldn't wait to taste her. He'd always wanted to fuck his
wife's mother, to degrade her, to ruin her piety and goodness. He buried
his face in her bush and pussy, fingered her smelly anus, raised his own
ass high in the air behind him, hoping that Mr. Krill would finally mount
him.

"You are not allowed to penetrate her, Don," Mr. Krill warned. "You are
only a submissive animal. You only do what I allow you to do."

"Yesh, mashter!" he replied, slurping on his wife's mother's asshole.

"OH FUCK!" Sara's mother screamed. "OH FUCK, YOUR HUSBAND'S GONNA MAKE MY
CUNT CUM, SARA! FUUUUUUCK!"

"Cum, mother!" Sara cried, gritting her teeth, scowling with bizarre
lust. "Cum, cum, cummmmm!"

Don felt Mr. Krill grab his hair and pull him away from the sopping meal.

"On your knees, pig."

Don fell to his knees and looked up at his master. His eyes were
senseless. Pubic hair from his mother-in-law's and Mr. Krill's full bushes
stuck to his soaked face.

"You wanted to fuck that gay man at my command earlier this evening, didn't
you, Don?"

Don was in an ecstatic delirium, so his head drooped forward again and
again. "Yesssss, massssterrr..."

"What did I have him do to you?"

"You had him de-virginize my ass, master!"

"Did you like it?"

"I fucking loved it! I loved that he fucked me through your hot cum! I
loved feeling his load shoot into my anus like a liquid baseball bat! It
felt better than anything my wife ever could have given me!"

"But I teased you, didn't I, Don? I didn't let you try his ass. You were
ready to penetrate him, weren't you?"

"Yes, Mr. Krill. You made me want him. I was ready to mount his cute little
ass."

"Tell your mother what you wanted to do to him."

Don looked at his mother with dazed, lustful eyes. "I wanted lick his
entire body and French kiss his steamy red anus! I wanted to pound those
cute, tight buns and cum all over that evil mole!"

"Don, how could you say such things?" Mrs. Cullen cried. "Stop, son, stop!
What would your father think?"

Don ignored his mother, lost in deep, deep lust and dirty desires. "I want
to jerk off his cock and squeeze his beautiful pink balls while I pound
him! Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Don slapped his own cock desperately. "I had a
little taste of his anus from Maggie's tongue, and I want more! I want it
all! Bring him to me, Mr. Krill! I WANT TO FUCK HIM, MASTER! LET ME LICK
AND KISS AND FUCK HIS SWEET SHITHOLE! GIVE HIM TO ME!"

"Would you sacrifice your entire family for his asshole, Don?"

"Don't answer him, son!" Don's mother pleaded. "You don't mean what you're
saying! Homosexuality is a sin! And what about Sara, your wife? You two
have loved each other since childhood!"

"YES! I'D SACRIFICE MY FAMILY FOR EVEN ONE LICK! BRING HIM HERE SO I CAN
MOUNT HIM! I WANT MAKE THAT COCKTEASE SCREAM FOR SEDUCING ME! OH
MOTHERFUCKING GOD!" cried Don, jacking off his eager cock, thrilled to
confess such things in front of the woman who gave birth to him. He loved
to be lost and drowning in sin.

Mr. Krill threw his head back and laughed. "Ahahahahaha! Look at you now,
Don! You once thought you were so in control, so moral and heroic! You even
thought you were straight! And now you beg me to let you fuck another man,
a stranger who is not your wife, not even your wife's gender! You weak,
weak, worthless piece of shit!"

Don smiled in bliss. "Worthless...shit..."

"Sara, come to me," Mr. Krill ordered.

Sara ran over and knelt next to her husband.

"You will pull out my cock and make it cum, Sara."

"OH YESSSSS!" Don's wife unzipped Mr. Krill's pants and lifted out his
steely cock, instantly stroking and blowing it. Her spit sprayed her
husband as she madly slurped and grunted.

Don leaned close, sniffing the cock, nuzzling the rough pubic hair with his
nose, his jaw slack, his eyes wide and bestial. He envied his whore
wife. "Please, my god!" he begged. "Let me try! Let me blow you! Let me
give you pleasure, Mr. Krill! I'm ready! I NEED IT!"

Breathing heavily and growling, his mighty chest pushing out and in,
Mr. Krill looked down at Don with pleased but stern eyes. "You may have a
quick taste, slave. Serve me, you worthless animal!"

Don shoved his wife aside and held his master's cock in both hands,
handling it like a fragile idol at first, gazing at it in awe, flicking his
tongue against the pisshole, sliding his tongue along its underside,
teasing the head. Then he blew the cock furiously, hoping to be the one to
make Mr. Krill cum. He wanted the glory, the privilege.

"Both of you!" ordered Mr. Krill, throwing his head back and gripping the
back of Don's and Sara's heads with his big hands.

Husband and wife fought for the shiny head with their slobbery mouths,
their tongues slapping at each other, their hands masturbating the veiny
shaft and caressing the monster scrotum. Husband and wife, completely
unaware of their marriage and former declarations of loyalty and love,
adored this man's cock together and longed to make it cum on their
faces. Husband and wife cared about nothing but their demon god, Mr. Krill,
mighty Doth.

"I'm going to allow myself to cum quickly, my pigs!" roared Mr. Krill. "And
I'm going to cum in Don's face!"

"OH FUUUUUUCK!" Don gasped, letting the cockhead pop out of his moth, his
entire body trembling. Finally my master will reward my obedience, he
thought.

Mr. Krill grabbed Sara's hair and pulled her head away right before his
cockhead ejaculated hot, heavy cum. The cum shot across Don's forehead, his
eyelids, his lips. A second load filled Don's open mouth. "A-GAD! A-GAD!"
Don gargled. "A-MAFUCKING-GAD! MORE!  MORE! A-WAN-MORE!" He swallowed all
that he could. His wife panted and gazed at the sight, licking cum from his
lips and nose. Her husband was a filthy whore for their god, and she loved
it.

Don's eyes never left Mr. Krill's twitching, glossy cock. He was thankful
for its gift. He was more in love with it than before. He looked up at
Mr. Krill's eyes and became lost in them. He could stare at those eyes
forever. "Thank you...mashter," he slurred. "I...love...you, mashter."

"I also love you, master," said Sara. She joined her husband in softly and
reverently smooching and pecking Mr. Krill's massive scrotum as the cock
lost its hardness and began to descend.

Mr. Krill took out the camera and called to Don. "Up, up, pig!"

"Yes, master?"

"Connect this camera to the TV and play the video."

Beth stepped forward, holding the Bible behind her back. "What video? This
has gone far enough, Mr. Krill! Look what you've done to these poor people!
You're the devil!"

"He is our god..." said Don, connecting the camera. "We belong to him. His
cock commands us."

"But he's a man, son! You're married to a beautiful woman! How could you
forget that? How can you want this man -- any man?"

Don licked globs of cum from his fingers. "Yes, he's a man, mommy. A
beautiful man. The only man. And I don't give a shit about my wife
now. She's nothing to me. All I love is that man, that perfect, strong,
powerful, rich man who took over my body and my life."

"Son, snap out of it!" his mother cried. "He has you under a spell! He
tricked you into believing that you're attracted to him, to men! Listen to
me! Look at me! I love you and Sara! Get away from this horrible man!"

Don's eyes closed and he fell to his knees, masturbating. "Powerful
man...rich man..."

Mr. Krill just laughed. "They are mine, Mrs. Cullen. It's no use."

"No use..." repeated Sara blankly, staring at her mother's spread pussy and
anus. "No use..."

"Please fuck me," Sara's mom pleaded in a weak, breathless voice. "I need
your demon cock. I want the cock that fucked my daughter, the cock that
stole her from her husband and me. I want to feel its power."

"The video is ready to play, master," Don reported, panting with
excitement.

"Good, Don. Play it."

The video began. It showed the walk from the parking lot to the booming
club. It showed Sara convincing Maggie to go upstairs. It showed the
ascension to the upper level and Don's hand knocking on the door.

"What is this?" Don's mother asked.

"Watch...watch...mommy..." murmured Don. He gaped at the TV screen, eager
to relive the seduction and debasement of his weak and worthless body. His
cock throbbed. He loved that his mother would see.

Mrs. Cullen watched as he daughter-in-law surrendered to Mr. Krill and
sucked on her friend's breasts and pussy. She watched as her son gave in
and crawled to Mr. Krill. She watched close-up shots of her son's messy
cock and balls after he came again and again. She heard her son scream the
vilest things: "FUCK MY ASS! FUCK ME! I WISH YOU COULD IMPREGNATE ME! I
WANT YOUR BABIES! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

She watched as Don came again while screaming, "OH FUCK, I NEED TO CUM! I
WANT TO CUM IN FRONT OF HER! WATCH ME CUM! LOOK AT YOUR SLUTTIFIED LITTLE
BOY! NO, NOT YOURS! HIS! I'M HIS BITCH, HIS SLUT! WATCH THIS DEMON'S WHORE
CUM! ARRRRGGGGH!"

She watched as Mr. Krill fucked her daughter-in-law while her son was
fucked doggy-style by a homosexual. "Turn it off!" she cried, trying to
look away, holding her ears.

Don staggered over to his mother and gaped at her with glassy eyes,
Mr. Krill's dry cum all over his face. "I love only my master, mommy. I
love it when he crushes and beats my scrotum into jelly. I love when he
lets me touch his beautiful cock. Give in, mommy. Please give in. I want
you to watch our master fuck my wife. I want to watch our master fuck you
in your ass."

"Look at what your boy has become, mommy!" Don groaned on the video,
exposing his cock and balls and slick asshole.

"Your little boy is mine, Mrs. Cullen," laughed Mr. Krill. "He belongs to
Doth now. His body belongs to Doth. His mind belongs to
Doth. Ahahahahahahaha!"

She couldn't take anymore. She rushed at Mr. Krill and waved the Bible in
front of her like a weapon. "Out of my house, demon!"

Don leapt up and tackled her to protect his master. The Bible fell from his
mother's hand and struck his arm. Mrs. Cullen fell to the floor, weeping.

Where am I? Don thought. He couldn't believe what he saw: his mother
sobbing on the floor, his wife masturbating while his mother-in-law begged
to be fucked, her legs spread for Krill. Don had been freed again! He acted
quickly. This was his only chance!

Sara was being fucked on the video. She screamed, "YES! SHOW MY MOTHER HER
WHORE DAUGHTER! LOOK AT ME, MOTHER! I'M HIS WHORE! I'M A SLAVE TO HIS COCK!
THE DEMON OWNS ME! DOTH IS MY MAAAAASSSSSTERRRRR!"

This made her mother moan with pleasure. "Yesss..." she moaned. "Fuck
her...fuck that whore...fuck her dirty cunt..."

"Prepare your mother for me, Sara!" Krill ordered, taking out his huge
erection.

"Oh fuck, yessss..." Sara crawled to her mother.

"Open her up more. As wide as possible. She needs to take all of my cock."

"All of your cock..." Sara pushed her mother's thighs farther apart and
used all of her fingers of both hands to stretch her mother's pussy and
asshole. "Give her all of your cock..."

"FUCK ME!" her mother pleaded. "FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK MY ASSHOLE! DESTROY
MEEEEEEE!"

"DESTROY HER!" Sara begged.

Krill rammed his cock into Sara's mother's pussy and fucked her
savagely. Then he pulled out and rammed it into her ass. Sara held her
mother's legs open, moaning and drooling. Her drool dripped down onto
Krill's cock and mixed with her mother's pussy and ass juices.

Don raised the Bible and was about to attack Krill when he least expected
it, but something struck the back of his head and the room began to
spin. He fell over and the Bible left his hand. Everything was
confusion. He fought to think, to stand up, but he was lost and
helpless. The glowing face of Doth shined as a beacon in the blur.

Then he saw his mother standing over him, gasping and grinning like a crazy
person. She had slammed a small statuette against his head. Her eyes were
bulging with lust for Mr. Krill, and the demon necklace was around her
neck, the Doth face and the worthless wedding rings dangling between her
hard-nippled breasts. Everything spun around Don, and his head fell back on
a pillow of half-conscious confusion.

"Should I fuck him, Beth?" Mr. Krill's voice boomed behind him.

"Yes! Yes!" Don heard his mother cry. "Fuck my son's whore ass! I want to
watch you fuck his whore ass! Fuck him, master Doth! Fuck my slutty son!
Here comes his cock, Don! His cock is going to tear your ass open! I want
you to beg for more! I want you to scream in pain! Oh my god! Oh my god,
I'm cumming! I'm cummmmiiiinnnnng!" He heard the squishing of her
masturbated pussy.

Then Sara crawled behind Don and spread his buttocks so that his asshole
was spread as wide as possible. "Take his ass, master!" she moaned.

A sudden agony struck his entire body as Mr. Krill finally filled Don's
anus with his god cock. "AAAAAA-MAAAAAA-GAAAAAAAAAAD!" Don bleated, his
slobber spraying Sara and the cackling face of his mother, who was slapping
her clit madly while Sara lapped at her old asshole. "FUCK ME! DESTROY MY
ANIMAL ASS, MY GOD! THANK YOU, MAAAAAASSSTERRRRRR!"

"Prepare my ass for our master's cock, Sara!" Beth growled. "That's it, you
filthy slut! Lubricate my ass while I watch my son become a woman for our
god!" Carol joined her daughter, and now two slobbery tongues pleasured
Don's mother's asshole. "Eat that shithole, you fucking whores! Eat my
stinky ass! Eat it! Oh, your tongues are going to make me have an anal
orgasm!"

"Join them, Don," ordered Mr. Krill, not pulling out of Don's ass, but
pushing them toward the three ecstatic women. Carol saw them approaching
and lay next to Don's mom, exposing her pussy and asshole. Don gasped as he
gazed at the side-by-side pussies and assholes: the birth origins of him
and his wife so long ago, now spread and open for sexual pleasure.

Sara continued to lick Don's mother's holes, and Don began to do the same
to his mother-in-law as Mr. Krill pounded his anus without mercy. Sara
lapped at the hole that birthed her husband, and Don lapped at the hole
that birthed his wife.

Mr. Krill laughed at this. "Where's your precious marriage now, Don and
Sara? Where is your strong love for each other?"

Pausing in their worship of their respective mothers' pussies and beefy
clits and tangled bushes, Don and Sara cried in unison: "We have no
marriage anymore, master! We have no love anymore! Only your power! Only
your cock! Only your orders! Only the demon god Doth!" Then they returned
to licking and sucking and grunting like pigs.

"Your son is making me cum!" moaned Sara's mother.

"And your daughter is fucking my pussy with her slutty tongue!" Mrs. Cullen
moaned back.

After they both orgasmed, Mr. Krill pulled out of Don's ass and ordered the
two mothers to rise and approach him. They obeyed, kissing each other as
they made their way across the room. Don remained on all fours, anxious for
his master to resume his fucking. He moaned and writhed impatiently.

Mr. Krill held out his hand. "Take off your wedding rings and give them to
me."

Beth and Carol did so immediately and without question. They gasped with
the relief of the act.

"You renounce your marriages for me," said Mr. Krill.

"We renounce our marriages for you..." the ladies droned.

"You surrender your lives to me."

"We surrender our lives to you..."

"You now belong to me, as your children do."

"We now belong to you as our children do..."

"I can do whatever I want to them."

"You can do whatever you want to them..."

"You cannot resist my power."

"We cannot resist your power..."

"Beth, return the necklace to me now."

"Noooo, master, please!" she begged. She pressed the demon face against her
sweaty chest.

"I'm sorry, Beth, but it's needed. Hand it over."

Beth obeyed, masturbating her clit furiously.

Mr. Krill unclasped the necklace and added the mothers' two rings to their
children's rings. Then he tossed the necklace to Don. "Bind your cock and
balls again, pig!"

"Oh fuck yesss..." Don wound the necklace around and around his scrotum and
the root of his cock. The four rings clinked together like bells tolling
the dissolving of their marriages.

"Now I must resume my fucking of your son, Beth."

"Yesss," Beth groaned. "Fuck him, master. Fuck him until he cums."

Mr. Krill entered Don again and resumed his merciless pounding, shaking the
rings and the demon jewel. Don's world became a confusion of pleasure and
pain again, and the added pressure of the necklace made him want to end it
all early by cumming. When the timeless whirlpool of conflicting feelings
ended, Don realized that he was stretching his own mother's pussy and ass
open for Mr. Krill's monster cock. The woman who had given birth to him,
raised him in a religious household and wanted the best for him was now the
convulsing and slobbering slave of the demon. Sara and her mother had
crawled behind Don and started sucking the master's cum out of his
obliterated asshole.

Don's mother shrieked, "My body belongs to you, master! Doth is my god! The
only god! You are the only man! Oh my god, your cock is still hot and juicy
from my fucking my son's dirty anus! Fuck me! FUCK MY SHITTY ASS, MY GOD,
MY GOD! TAKE ME! TAKE MY BODY FOREVER!"

Just then, two men burst into the house. Everyone looked over at the
hallway that led to the living room and saw Sara's and Don's fathers, Ted
and Roger, standing there, looks of horror on their faces.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Don's father hollered.


TOTAL CONTROL Ted and Roger couldn't comprehend what they had interrupted,
the scene was beyond description: their grown children pleasing the asshole
of a strange man who was fucking Ted's wife from behind while Roger's wife
lay under them and licked Ted's wife's clit as the strange man's huge cock
slid into and out of her vagina.

Ted's first reaction was total horror at seeing his son licking another
man's asshole alongside his daughter-in-law, and Roger's reaction was the
same. However, the most painful sight was the sexual degradation and
uncharacteristic whoredom of their wives.

"Beth!" Ted cried, not knowing whether to tackle the man who was fucking
her or strike her for her gross infidelity. He had never even entertained
the idea of ever cheating on her, and she had always been so staunch in her
religious faith, to the point of puritanism at times, so the shock of this
insane orgy hurt that much more. "Beth, stop this right now!"

His wife's eyes rolled back in her head as Mr. Krill pounded her
pussy. "Uh...uh...uh...uh...I...can't...stop...never...stop..."

"Carol, what the hell are you doing?" Roger yelled, stepping farther into
the room.

His wife, Sara's mother, spread her legs as she lapped at both cock and
clit while under Mr. Krill and Beth, and screamed, "Shut up and come over
here and fuck my ass!"

"Welcome, gentlemen!" said Mr. Krill. "Glad you could make it to our
little...party! Come closer. Don't be afraid. You're really quite welcome!"

"Party? Welcome?" cried an incredulous Roger. "Who the hell are you?"

"I am your master."

Roger and Ted exchanged confused glances. "Master?" Ted mocked. "Are you
fucking kidding me?"

"Ladies, your husbands are home!" Mr. Krill called to Beth and Carol. "Have
anything to say to them?"

"Bow down and worship our god, Doth!" moaned Beth.

"Worship Mr. Krill's cock!" cried Carol.

"Ladies, have you gone through menopause yet?" asked Mr. Krill.

"Not yet!" they both replied, panting at the anticipation of what he was
going to say next.

"Then I will make you both pregnant tonight!"

"OH FUCK YES!" Beth and Carol exclaimed. "MAKE US PREGNANT WITH YOUR DIVINE
SPERM!"

"This is insane..." Roger protested.

Mr. Krill snapped his fingers. "Sara! Welcome our guests!"

Ted almost laughed. "Guests?"

Sara stopped licking her master's asshole and crawled toward her
father-in-law, naked and dripping, her anus-juicy tongue hanging out, her
eyes half closed, her tits and buttocks wiggling.

"Sara, don't go any closer!" her father scolded, running to her and trying
to lift her to her feet. They wrestled for a bit until Sara broke away and
threw herself at her husband's father. Ted tried to back away, but the
naked young woman grappled his torso and ran her hot, reeking tongue all
over his face, grunting, "You know you've always wanted to fuck me,
Ted. Don't deny it. Just taste my pussy and asshole. Do whatever you want
to me in front of my father and your wife!"

Ted felt her hands squeeze his balls and grip his dick through his pants,
and he caught a glimpse of his wife watching with bulging eyes and
shrieking, "Give in, Ted! Giiiiive innnnnn! Oh fuck, it's heaven to just
give in to Mr. Krill's power!"

By now Don had slid up to Carol's spread pussy and asshole and began
sucking and licking them. His naked ass was raised in the air, his bound
balls jiggling and his asshole gaping open. "Somebody fuck me!" he
pleaded. "Anyone! Just fuck me!"

Sara's father was still stunned by his daughter's behavior, and his mind
raced to find a solution to this insanity. "Get her off me, Roger!" his
friend and business partner yelled. But Roger couldn't move. Was it due to
the shock, or was something else happening here? He looked over at the
strange man who was fucking his wife. There was something special about the
man, something powerful and evil.

As his daughter-in-law wrestled him and thrust her beautiful breasts into
his face while grabbing his crotch, Ted noticed the necklace tied around
his son's scrotum, and he found himself envying his son, wishing he could
feel what it was like to have bound genitals, and what it was like to be
under the total control of another person, another man. Sara's tongue felt
good on his neck, her hot breath turned him on. He had always lusted after
his son's wife, but he had always suppressed the desire as much as
possible. Now she was offering herself to him. The necklace swinging under
his son's genitals called to him, coaxed him to give in and fuck the horny
whore before him.

"NO!" he cried, pushing away Sara and trying to hide the hard-on in his
pants.

"Beth!" Mr. Krill called.

Don's mother ran to her master, panting, her buttocks bouncing. "Yes,
Mr.Krill?"

"Do you want your daughter-in-law to fuck your husband?"

Her eyes bulged at the thought. "Yes! Oh, yes!"

"Do you want to taste her pussy?"

"Yes! I want to lick that juicy young cunt! I want to tongue her asshole!"

"Your son hears and sees you. How does that make you feel?"

Beth looked back at Don and grinned. "I fucking love it. I love being a
total whore in front of my son. I want him to watch you fuck my slutty ass,
master." She bent over and exposed her asshole.

Meanwhile, Roger had become transfixed the necklace tied around his
son-in-law's scrotum, and he saw the gleaming demon face of Doth between
two wedding rings on either side. Suddenly the demon face was all he could
focus on or think about, making him forget about his daughter sexually
assaulting Ted and his wife being eaten out by his son-in-law. That
necklace around his son-in-law's balls mesmerized him, made him horny and
dizzy. He found himself staggering forward, wanting to touch the jewel,
wanting to lick the jewel in worship, wanting to lick Don's scrotum while
he was at it. His son-in-law's beefy balls shook and spun, and his hard
cock swayed in almost perfect time. Roger wanted to smell that open
asshole, maybe even kiss it.

"That's it, Roger!" cheered Mr. Krill. "Give in to my power and you can
have all the pleasure you want!"

"Oh, take my husband, master!" Carol moaned, shoving Don's face into her
bush. "I want to watch him surrender his ass to your cock!"

Those words made Roger even hornier, and he realized that he wanted to bow
down and worship that demon face while his wife watched. He wanted her to
see him surrender to the power of that strange man, Mr. Krill. Roger felt
that Mr. Krill drove him forward, called to him, was seducing
him. "Mr. Krill..." he murmured. "I want to give in, Mr. Krill..."

"You are under my power, Roger!" laughed Mr. Krill.

Roger melted to his knees and closed his eyes. "I am under your power..."

"I own the bodies of your wife and daughter!"

"You own the bodies of my wife and daughter..." Roger bent down so that his
face was level with Don's open ass. The demon face jostled around as those
big, squeezed-out balls bounced. He longed to taste those balls.

"Roger! No!" he heard Ted cry from behind.

"Taste him!" Beth growled. "Taste my son's balls!"

"Beth!" bellowed Mr. Krill.

Don' s mother fought to pull her eyes away from the sight. "Yes, master?"

"Does God exist, Beth?"

"You are the only god..."

"Do you miss your former life?"

"Noooo..."

"What do you care about now, Beth?"

"Only you. Only you owning my body and my life."

Roger couldn't stand it anymore. He plunged his face between Don's buttocks
and stretched his tongue under his balls, licking madly. His nose sunk into
the filthy, cum-sticky asshole, and the necklace jewel bumped his chin over
and over again.

Why was he doing this? How did that Mr. Krill seduce him so quickly, so
easily? Why did he long to please Mr. Krill by obeying his every order and
performing whatever act that the man wanted him to do? He didn't care. He
looked over at his wife and didn't feel ashamed or frightened. He didn't
love her at all. She was a piece of meat for Mr. Krill. He wanted to watch
her be taken and violated by his master.

He realized that he wasn't fundamentally attracted to men all of a
sudden. Instead, Mr. Krill's total power made him lust for anything
Mr. Krill wanted him to lust for. To be under such total control felt
amazing. Roger had no will, and he loved being a slave to such a mighty,
perfect, sexy man.

Roger loved the inexplicable feeling of doing things he never would have
wanted or even imagined in his life up until he met Mr. Krill. He loved
that he was transgressing every moral limit he'd had, that he was doing
such a dirty thing right in front of Don's father and his friend for so
long.

"HOLY FUCK!" moaned Don, leaning back and forgetting his mother-in-law's
pussy and asshole. "YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!"

"I'm going to make your son cum, Ted!" Roger growled, licking and licking,
slapping Don's buttocks, jerking off his own cock.

"Your son's going to cum," hissed Sara as she pulled down her
father-in-law's pants. Ted's cock flopped out, half hard. She started to
blow it immediately.

"Uh...uh...no...Sara...no..." Her mouth felt so good around his cock. She
was an expert blowjobber. He wanted to let her finish him off, but he had
to take control of this situation, especially now that Roger had succumbed.

"No use fighting it," said Mr. Krill. "Just give in, Ted. Give in, and I'll
give you the most amazing pleasure."

"Give in!" moaned Sara, licking his balls and sliding a finger along his
asscrack.

Ted closed his eyes and concentrated on the pleasure in his cock, the
finger teasing his asshole. To give in would be sheer ecstasy, he could
feel it. Sara's mouth was hot all over his cock and
balls. "Can't...give...in..." he
raged. "Must...save...my...son...my...wife..." Sara's finger slid all the
way into his asshole and Ted gasped, "OH SHIT!"

"Like my finger fucking your ass?" Sara teased.

"YES! YES, I LIKE IT! DEEPER!" Ted felt his mind slipping away. All that
remained was sexual appetite. His daughter-in-law's finger wiggled inside
his anus. "I'M GOING TO CUM!"

"Make him cum!" cried Beth. "Make that pig cum!"

"Your son and wife belong to the master," Sara mocked. "And so do we." She
stopped sucking, pulled out her finger and turned around, raising her ass
in the air. "Fuck me, Ted! Fuck this whore ass!"

Ted could smell her asshole and he sniffed in hard.

"Yessss! Smell my dirty anus! Sniff it! Sniff it like a dog!"

Ted sank to his knees and plunged his face into his daughter-in-law's rank
asshole, feeling a load shoot from his cock, relief covering his entire
body. He glanced at Roger bringing his son to orgasm and smiled in
bliss. Don leaned back and shot cum into Sara's mother's face, gripping
Roger's head and shoving it between his asscheeks. "DON'T STOP! DON'T
STOP!"

"Taste me!" Sara pleaded. "Lick my filth!"

Ted buried his face in Sara's anus, suffocating himself between the smelly
buttocks, fucking her asshole with his rigid tongue and the tip of his
nose.

"Do you like it?" he heard Mr. Krill laugh. "Does it feel good to give in,
Ted?"

"Yes!" he gasped, pulling his face out to see Mr. Krill. "Yes, it feels
fucking amazing!" He felt Sara sit on his cock and let it slide into her
soaked asshole. "Oh, fuck!" His eyes rolled back.

"Who do you have to thank for such pleasure, Ted?" asked Mr. Krill.

"You, Mr. Krill!" Ted moaned. "Thank you! Thank you so much for giving me
pleasure!" He pounded Sara's ass savagely.

Mr. Krill walked over to them and lifted up Ted's face with a finger under
his chin. "Who am I, Ted?"

Ted opened his eyes and gazed hungrily at the perfect and strong face of
this amazing man. "YOU ARE MY MASTER!" he cried, pumping and flailing, his
eyes fluttering. "MY BODY BELONGS TO YOU!"

"I own everyone here."

"YOU OWN EVERYONE HERE! MY WIFE, MY SON, EVERYONE! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Roger was now fucking Beth's pussy. He had always wanted to fuck her, for
so many years. Now he could take her with no consequences. His wife slid
under them and licked Carol's clit and Roger's balls as the cock pounded
that pussy.

Ted was lost in pleasure and the power of Mr. Krill. Nothing else mattered
anymore. He wanted to please his master, to be degraded totally before his
master's eyes. By now Roger had crawled over to them and knelt before
Mr. Krill's hard cock, licking his lips like a girl. Ted lost interest in
Sara's asshole and pulled out, crawling next to his friend. Together they
stared at the magnificent cock, whimpering and jacking themselves off.

"Take off your wedding rings, pigs."

"Yesss, massssterrrr!" the men gasped, tearing their rings from their
fingers.

"Hand them over."

The men obeyed. To surrender the symbols of their long and loyal marriages
thrilled them. Their cocks strained upward with intense erections. Ted
reached over and started masturbating Roger's cock. Roger threw his head
back and grunted, "Fuck, yesss...make me cum!"

"What do you want, my brand-new little pigs?" asked Mr. Krill.

"Put it in my mouth, master!" Roger begged.

"Mine!" cried Ted. "Mine first!" He pulled down his pants and turned
around. "Put it in my ass! Take me!"

"You too, Roger!" ordered Krill. "Ass up!"

Both men were on all fours, offering their assholes to their master. Don
crawled over and joined them. Now three men begged to be fucked in the ass
by Mr. Krill, wiggling their eager asses in the air.

"Prepare them, ladies!" bellowed Mr. Krill.

The women went to the men and started licking their assholes, getting them
wet and ready for their master's cock. The men moaned in unison.

"Who are you?" asked Mr. Krill.

"Your slaves!" the men gasped as the women licked their holes.

"Is there any hope of resisting my power?"

"No! No resistance is possible!" they gasped.

"I will make your whore wives pregnant with my babies."

"You will make our whore wives pregnant with your babies!"

"Do you want this?"

"Yes!" moaned Ted, masturbating furiously. "Please cum in my wife's cunt
and make her pregnant!"

"Oh, master, please stick that cock in me!" Don pleaded.

"No, in me!" Ted cried.

"Who is your true daddy, Don?" asked Mr. Krill.

Don, his eyes half closed, looked over at his father and groaned,
"Mr. Krill is my daddy now. He's my daddy-god and he spanks my little balls
and dicky."

"You are my women!" said Mr. Krill.

"Yes, we are your women!" the men groaned.

"You are women like your wives!"

"We are women like our wives!"

"But in name only. You need some work." Mr. Krill pulled Don up by the
chain. "Everyone up."

All of the slaves stood before Mr. Krill, their eyes dazed, their heads
nodding under the spell, their genitals dripping.

"Ladies, I want you to take these men upstairs and make them into proper
women. Shave off every hair from their bodies, put makeup on them, restyle
their hair, dress them in whorish clothing, obscure their genitals."

"Yes, master!" the ladies droned. The men's knees buckled with pleasure
that made them very weak.

___

After an hour or so, the women led the transformed men downstairs and
presented them to Mr. Krill. The men's cocks and balls had been taped down
between their legs so that only their bushes showed. From behind could be
seen cockheads peeking out of the tape, just below their buttocks. They had
heavy makeup on their faces, and their hairless bodies and faces gave them
a more feminine appearance. They even wore perfume.

"Good!" congratulated Mr. Krill, surveying the results. "Now you are all my
women!"

"We are all your women..." everyone droned together.

"You are my possessions forever."

"We are your possessions forever..."

"I have destroyed your marriages."

"You have destroyed our marriages..."

"You have no love for your spouses anymore."

"We have no love for our spouses anymore..."

"You don't care about your families, your jobs, your homes, your futures."

"We don't care about our families, our jobs, our homes, our futures..."

"You are worthless meat."

"We are worthless meat..."

"Sex pigs, sluts."

"We are sex pigs, sluts..."

"Nothing else matters but me."

"Nothing else matters but you..."

"This world belongs to Doth."

"This world belongs to Doth..."

"It is heaven to be under Doth's power."

"It is heaven to be under Doth's power..."

"On all fours!" ordered Mr. Krill. "All of you!"

Everyone obeyed. They opened their privates to their master's whim. They
waited for penetration, pain and pleasure. They wanted to be dominated and
used. They were total sex slaves and they loved it.

Mr. Krill went down the line, from Don to Don' mother, plunging his cock
into their holes, one by one, down the line and then back up the line
again. The slaves screamed with pleasure as they were fucked and moaned
impatiently while waiting for the return of the cock. The men tried to
force Mr. Krill to stay in their assholes longer, but the mighty man pulled
away. Sometimes he double-dipped the women, fucking their pussies and then
their assholes. Everyone went nuts with desire and pleasure.

"Fuck our wives, master!" Ted cried. "Take them from us!"

"Yessss, fuck our wives! They belong to you!" Roger agreed.

"Our assholes belong to you!" moaned Don. "Take whatever you want! Use our
bodies! Our cocks and balls are yours! We are nothing without you!"

As he thrust his cock into their assholes, one at a time, Mr. Krill asked,
"I will free your wives from my spell if you give up the pleasure I give
you! Just tell me that you want to save your wives, and I will stop fucking
you!"

"NO!" the men cried. "NEVER STOP FUCKING US! PLEASE, MR. KRILL! KEEP
FUCKING OUR ASSES!"

"You don't want to save your wives?"

"NO! WE DON'T CARE ABOUT OUR WIVES! THEY BELONG TO YOU! PLEASE, PLEASE!
KEEP FUCKING US FOREVER! FUCK OUR WIVES FOREVER! FUCK OUR ENTIRE FAMILIES!
DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO THEM! THEY'RE YOURS! YOURS! EVERYONE ON EARTH
BELONGS TO YOUR COCK!"

"What about your lucrative businesses, Ted and Roger? Do you care about
them?"

"No!" cried Ted and Roger, panting wildly. "We give them to you! Take all
the money! Do whatever you want with them!"

Finally Mr. Krill came into all of their slutty holes and laughed as he did
so. His slaves swayed and grunted, lost in his power, giddy from the
pleasure of his cock.

"Not enough," said Mr. Krill. "The men need to change more. They aren't
convincing enough."

The men spun around and grabbed their cocks and balls, panting, eager to
please.

"Cut mine off, master!" Roger pleased. "I want to be a woman for you!"

"Ours too!" Ted and his son begged, offering their genitals to
Mr. Krill. Don pulled at the necklace around his scrotum so that his balls
were choked even more. His eyes bulged at the sight of his imprisoned
genitals. He imagined them being cut off for his master and the thought
made him cum. Roger flew to the floor and caught the cum on his face,
licking what he missed from the floor.

"Cut their cocks and balls off!" cried the men's wives. "Emasculate them!
Take our husbands from us once and for all! Our husbands belong to you!"

"Your husbands are my women now!"

"OUR HUSBANDS ARE YOUR WOMEN NOW! YESSSSS!"

Mr. Krill threw back his head and laughed. "OK, pigs. OK. It's time to pay
a visit to a surgeon friend of mine."

"YESSSS!" everyone gasped, masturbating in front of their almighty master,
Mr. Krill, the manifestation of the demon Doth.  ___

"Sara, do you ever want to leave me?" asked Mr. Krill.

Her eyelids fluttered as if she fought to stay awake. Her body swayed, her
fingers played with her clit. "No...noooo...never...neverrrr..."

"What about your daughters? Do you ever want to see them again?"

"Never...again...don't give a fuck..." She slapped her clit and filled her
pussy with her entire hand, grunting. "I don't give a fuck!"

"But you're a mother, Sara. Don't you miss them? Don't you want to care for
them? See them grow up?"

Sara gazed at Mr. Krill, her eyes fixed on his huge cock and balls. All
that mattered were those. She wanted nothing but his cock and balls. "I
don't miss my children," she droned. "I don't care what they do or what
happens to them. Please, Mr. Krill, fuck me again. Make me cum. Use my
body..."

Mr. Krill turned to Don, who waited on his knees.

"And you, Don. You were the one who resisted the most, who held out the
longest, who even devised a plot against me. Do you want to go home to your
children?"

Don couldn't look away from his master's cock and balls. "Nooo..." he
sighed, drooling. "I never want to leave you, Mr. Krill..."

Mr. Krill teased Don by sticking his cock and balls close to his
face. "They will have no parents, Don."

Don's mouth opened, anticipating the blessed task of blowing that massive
cockhead. "I don't give a fuck, master. Please...please let me blow
you...let me make you cum...on my face..." He reached for the heavy scrotum
and cupped it in his hand. It felt like a hot water balloon. Don nuzzled
the cockhead with his cheeks, his nose. His tongue flickered against it.

"What are you doing, Don?"

"I'm worshipping your cock, master. I want to please it, praise it, make it
cum..." Don sucked the tip, slid his tongue along the veiny shaft. "It is
my god. I want it to rule my body. I want it to fuck my asshole forever."

Mr. Krill allowed Don to continue, closing his eyes and enjoying the
service. "You've gotten good at this, Don," he growled.

Don replied as he sucked. "Yesh, mashter. Gotten good at thish...worship
your penish...worship you ballsh..."

An orgasm mounted and Mr. Krill gripped Don's head. "Daddy's going to cum,
pig."

"Yesh, daddy!" Don moaned. "Cum on my fashe, daddy! Cum on my fashe!"

"OHHHHHH!" Sara orgasmed behind them. She flopped to the floor, exhausted,
as her husband lapped up globs of their master's cum. Only two days ago
they had been an average married couple: stressed out, bored, stuck in a
routine, but still loving each other. Now they were strangers to each
other, mindful only of their slavery, focused on their master and the
sexual pleasure he allowed them to have. They were pieces of meat under his
total power.

"Think back to your old lives, you two," said Mr. Krill, zipping his pants,
then pulling out the Doth necklace and letting the jewel swing in front of
them. "You'll never have that back."

Don and Sara gaped, slack-jawed, at the swinging jewel, transfixed and lost
in adoration.

"Never...have...that...back..."

"You both thought that you could resist me, but you were wrong."

Their tongues flopped out of their mouths. "We...wa both wong..."

"This is the final step, pigs. After this you will never have a chance to
be out of my power."

"Nebber oud oph your powa..."

"But I'll give you one last choice," said Mr. Krill, putting away the
necklace and picking up a Bible. "If you touch this the spell over you will
break, and you'll be able to escape to your former lives." He held out the
book.

"But we don't want to leave you, master," whined Sara.

"Yes, master," said Don. "We belong to you forever."

"I'll free your parents as well," said Mr. Krill. "If you touch the book."

The couple were dumbfounded and confused. They reached out their hands,
letting them hover over the Bible.

"Do it," Mr. Krill ordered. "Touch the book and free yourselves and your
family."

Don's hand descended and Sara's followed. They weren't sure of what to do.

"You'll be free."

"Free..." they both repeated blankly.

Finally, Don's hand touched the Bible. His eyes instantly widened and
awareness of the entire bizarre situation struck him. He grabbed his wife's
hand and pushed it down onto the Bible.

"What...what happened to us?" Sara asked, looking around. "Where are we,
Don?"

"I don't know, but that man brought us here! That evil man!" cried Don. He
stood and lunged toward Krill.

Krill held up a hand and said, "There's no need for violence, Don. After
all, I granted you and Sara a chance to end this. And you took
it. Congratulations."

"Where the fuck are we, Jackson?" Don asked.

"You're in a secret hospital, Don. Surgeons who are in my employ are
preparing to give you, your father and your father-in-law sex changes."

Don stepped back, horrified. "You mean...turn us into women?"

Sara gasped. "No! Never!"

Krill shook his head and smiled kindly. "Well, not any more. You opted
against it by touching that book. You and your family may leave at any
time."

Don took his wife in his arms and kissed her. "Let's go, baby. Before he
tries any more tricks."

"Yes!" Sara scowled at Krill. "You should be ashamed of yourself, you piece
of shit! You should be in prison!"

Krill chuckled at this and reached into his pocket. "Maybe so, Sara. Maybe
so. However..." He pulled out the necklace and let the jewel drop. Then he
swung it from side to side.

"Don't look at it, Sara!" warned Don, pulling his wife with him as he
turned to leave. "Let's get the fuck out of here!"

Sara agreed and hurried with him to the door. "Let's get our parents out of
this place," she said eagerly, "and pick up Emily and Jennifer from your
brother's. I miss them so much!"

"I do too, baby!" said Don, anxious to see his beloved daughters again.

"Not just one look?" they heard Krill call after them. "Don't you trust
your true love to conquer its power? Don't you have faith in each other,
Don and Sara?"

The couple stopped. Don looked at Sara and Sara looked at Don. Their eyes
connected in both love and fear.

"What do you think?" Sara asked him. "Should we show that bastard once and
for all that we truly love each other?"

Don grinned. "Why not? Fuck him! Our love is stronger than some magician's
trinket!"

They whirled around and faced Krill and the swinging necklace, proud and
determined and confident. They held hands in unity and love as they dared
look at the face of Doth. "Nothing, Jackson!" Don laughed in triumph. "It's
powerless now!"

"Yes!" said Sara. "We have found strength in each other, you sad, sad
person."

Their eyes followed the jewel, back and forth, back and forth. It glittered
and spun. It was beautiful and hypnotic. Don and Sara felt drawn toward it.

"Satisfied, Jackson?" huffed Don, his eyes still on the jewel. "Need any
more proof?"

"You piece of shit," laughed Sara, her eyes still on the jewel. "Looks like
you were wrong about us!" She concentrated on the thought of seeing her
children again, of saving their parents.

"Think of our girls, Sara!" Don said. "We'll see them soon!"

"Then why don't you look away from the face of Doth, you two?" Krill
stepped toward them, holding out the swinging necklace.

The couple shook their heads slowly, their eyelids growing heavy, their
mouths watering.

"We...can...look away...whenever...we...want..." said Sara.

Don's head lulled forward for an instant. "We...are...leaving...now..." he
managed to say. "To...see...Emily...and..." What was his other daughter's
name?

Krill waved with his free hand. "OK, then. Happy trails, you two! Your
parents will be waiting by the front doors of the lobby. A limo will take
you all home."

The jewel gleamed as it swung back and forth. Don and Sara couldn't stop
looking at it. "Don, we need...to...go..." Sarah sighed, squeezing her
husband's hand.

"Yes...Sara..." Don replied distantly. "Come...on...now..." He tried to
turn to leave with his wife, but he couldn't move. He felt his wife stiffen
as well.

"Just...one...more...minute..." said Sara, her jaw becoming slack and her
eyes dulling. Don was turned on seeing his wife act this way. He knew that
it would feel so good to just give in to the power of the demon again.

"Your family awaits, Don and Sara," said Krill. "Go to them!" He unzipped
his pants and let his huge cock and balls flop out.

"Oh...my...god..." mumbled Sara, shifting her gaze to Krill.

Don pulled at her slightly. "Careful...Sara...he...will...trick...us..."

"Oh...fuck..." said Sara, sinking to her knees. "Oh...fuck...his...cock..."

Don gaped at it too. He wanted to crawl to it and suck it again. Why had
they touched that Bible? Why would they want to ever leave? He began to
kneel, feeling his wife's hand fall out of his.

"Fuck his cock..." Sara repeated. "Fuck his cock..."

"Fuck his cock..." said Don. "Yessss..."

They crawled toward Mr. Krill, panting.

"So, I assume that you've decided to stay?" asked Mr. Krill. He put away
the necklace.

"Oh, fuck yes," growled Sara, taking Mr. Krill's thick cock in her hand and
starting a blowjob.

"And you, Don?"

Don put his mouth on their master's scrotum. "We're staying forever,
Mr. Krill..."

Husband and wife worshipped the man's cock and balls together.

"What about your parents?"

"Fuck them..." Sara grunted.

"Yes, fuck them..." said Don.

"And what about your daughters?"

Don and Sara could hardly think. They slobbered on their master's genitals.

"What are your daughters' names?" asked Mr. Krill.

"We...don't...know..." groaned Sara.

"Who...cares..." groaned Don.

"They will be abandoned with no parents."

"Yessss..." said Don and Sara together, intertwining their tongues around
Mr. Krill's massive cockhead.

"Sara, you will have more children, however," said Mr. Krill. "You will
have my babies."

"Yesss..." Sara breathed, licking his enormous balls. "Your babies...your
babies..."

Don lapped away at his master's pubic hair. "Impregnate her, master," he
sighed. "Fuck her forever..."

Mr. Krill pulled away his cock. "On all fours, both of you. Pull off your
pants."

Don and Sara obeyed.

"Now, Don, you crouch over your wife's body."

"Yesss..." Don obeyed.

Both of their asses were spread before Mr. Krill, Don's above Sara's. Don
rubbed his hard cock against Sara's lower back.

"Fuck our asses!" Sara pleaded. "Please, fuck us!"

"Mine first!" Don begged. "Mine!"

"No, fuck me first!" Sara cried, shaking her hips.

Mr. Krill plunged his cock into Don's asshole first, pumped several times,
pulled out and stuck his cock into Sara's asshole below. He switched from
ass to ass, fucking then harshly, spanking them with his mighty hands. The
husband and wife howled with pain and pleasure, each one begging for
special treatment, selfishly wanting the cock to continue to fill their
dirty anuses.

Finally, Mr. Krill came on their buttcheeks and zipped up. "Enough,
slaves. Time for the men to have their operations."'

Don rolled off of Sara's back and collapsed on the floor. "Yessss,
massssterrr..."

"Turn him into a woman, Mr. Krill," said Sara, fingering her clit and
quaking with another orgasm.


HERITAGE Ten years passed, and Don's brother, Gary, helped his nieces,
Emily and Jennifer, search and search for their missing parents and
grandparents. Carl was determined to solve the mystery as eagerly as they
were, since he had lost his own parents in the disappearance. Years went
by, and the girls grew into beautiful, responsible adults, both of them
attending the same university and excelling in their classes. By the time
they graduated, they met two wonderful men and became their wives. The four
of them even honeymooned as couples and established a strong-bonded family
in the wake of the horrible absence of Don, Sara, Beth, Carol, Ted and
Roger. Also, the sisters were very involved in their church, carrying on
the family tradition of devoutness and faith.

Somehow the business that Emily's and Jennifer's grandfathers had run
together fell into the possession of a mysterious unseen tycoon, Carl
Jackson, who had apparently been sold the company around the time of the
disappearance. Though the girls had had him investigated, nothing of any
substance ever came back to them. After several years they gave up and
forgot about the new owner.

Until one day, a decade after they'd seen their family last, the sisters
received invitations in the mail from a Mr. Jackson Krill. The name sounded
familiar, but they couldn't place it. Mr. Krill wanted to meet them at one
of his places of business downtown: a popular and lucrative night club that
had been around for a good twenty years or so. Intrigued, Emily and
Jennifer decided to go. The invitations asked for their husbands and
brother to also attend, so the group decided to make the most out of the
evening.

"I wonder who he is," said Emily to her sister.

Jennifer nodded and smiled, "Maybe it's a surprise inheritance or
something." They both giggled.

"Let's not fantasize too much," said their Uncle Gary.

"We don't need the money," said Jared, Emily's husband.

"Good point," Jake, Jennifer's husband agreed.

When they entered the club, they were shocked to see how openly sexual most
of the patrons were. In fact, there were more than several of them who were
engaging in intercourse and oral sex without a care about who saw them.

"This place is appalling!" Jennifer spat.

"Uh, yeah..." her husband said, drinking it all in.

"Jackson said to go up the stairs," said Gary, leading them to the winding
stairway that led to the second level.

Everyone followed Gary, and they stopped outside of an office door. Gary
knocked.

"Come in!" someone called from within.

The group entered the office cautiously, the sisters still very upset over
what they had seen downstairs.

A very handsome older man stood in front of a large desk, one hand on his
suit-jacket pocket and another held outward in greeting. "Good evening,
everyone. I am Jackson Krill. Please. Have a seat on the sofa."

Everyone sat down and looked at the odd man quizzically. "I'm Emily," said
Emily, "and this is my sister Jennifer. And here are our husbands, Jared
and Jake, and our uncle Gary.

Krill nodded pleasantly. "Delighted. Quite a good-looking bunch, if I may
say so. This should be quite amusing."

"Sorry, what?" asked Jennifer. Suspicion welled up in her, and she could
see it in her sister. "What should be amusing?"

Krill smiled and showed perfect teeth. Jennifer instantly felt bad for
showing her annoyance when she saw them. He really was disarmingly
handsome.

"Let me get right to the point of my invitation," said Krill. "I asked you
all here because I've news that might be quite a relief for you, especially
Emily and Jennifer."

"Oh?" asked Emily, leaning forward. Her husband rubbed her back to keep her
calm.

"Yes," said Krill. "I have found your parents and grandparents, Emily. They
are safe and sound. I thought you might want to see them again."

The sisters jumped to their feet, and Gary half rose. Jared and Jake
remained seated, exchanging confused looks.

"Are you kidding? Is this a cruel joke?" Jennifer cried, grabbing her
sister's hand.

"No, no," said Krill. "I'd never be so cruel to joke about such a
thing. They are here, in this building."

Emily and Jennifer stepped forward. "Take us to them! Please!" Emily
implored him.

Mr. Krill reached for a button on his desk and pressed it. "They will be
here shortly, Emily."

All the years of loss and regret and sadness seemed to melt away, and the
sisters held each other in excitement. "We...we don't know what to say,
Jackson!" said Jennifer. "Where...where were they all these years?"

Just then the office door opened and six women filed slowly into the
room. Four of them were rather elderly, and one seemed to be in her
50s. But all of them were very attractive and made up to the hilt, wearing
showy skirts and high heels, smelling of expensive perfume.

The women made their way to Krill's side and faced the group. Emily,
Jennifer and Gary suddenly felt that the women seemed slightly familiar.

"Emily, they look like..." Jennifer began.

Emily studied their faces and nodded. "Yes, Jen! They look like..."

"Mom! Dad!" Gary cried, rushing forward. "They're your grandmothers!"

"It can't be!" the sisters gasped, feeling sudden fear fill them. "And Mom
and Dad?"

"You're alive!" Gary rejoiced. "Mom!"

The women didn't respond.

Emily frowned at Krill. "But you said that all of them were found. Where
are our grandfathers and our father?"

Krill's grin widened even more. "They're here, Emily. Look closer."

The sisters went to the line of women and studied the faces of the other
three.

"I don't understand," said Jennifer, gripping her sister's hand.

Recognition dawned on Emily and she drew back in
horror. "They're...they're...they're dressed as women!"

"What?" yelled their husbands from the sofa.

"Who the fuck are you?" Gary hollered, lunging at Krill.

Krill pulled his hand out from the pocket and produced a balled-up
necklace. He let the necklace open so that a jewel shaped like a weird face
could be seen. "I am Doth," said Krill.

"Doth?" Jared asked, standing and balling his fists. "What do you mean?"

"Dad?" Emily asked the woman who had once been Don Cullen. "Dad, is that
you? Why are you dressed as a woman?"

"Dad!" her sister wept. "And Mom! What's wrong with you, Mom?"

"He's not dressed as a woman," said Krill. "He is a woman. He has been for
a decade now."

"No! You lie!" Jennifer protested.

"Of course he's lying," Emily reassured her sister.

Then there was a knock at the office door. "Oh, we have more visitors,"
laughed Krill. "Come in!"

The door opened and in walked about thirty children, girls and boys,
ranging in age from infant to about 10 years old. The older children
carried the babies. All of them had eyes exactly like Krill's. They ran to
Krill, smiling. "Daddy!" they cheered.

"Hello, dear ones," said Krill, patting their heads. "Say hello to your
half-sisters, Emily and Jennifer."

Emily was horrified. "Half-sisters? What do you mean?"

Krill chuckled and said, "These are children I had with your mother and
your grandmothers, Emily. They gave me thirty wonderful babies over the
course of a decade. They've been pregnant every year since I claimed
them. And they're all pregnant again."

"YESSSSS..." the three women gasped, their eyelids fluttering with
excitement.

"Claimed her?" Emily spat. "You disgusting..."

"What does he mean, Em?" Jennifer asked.'

Emily shook her head, realizing the family resemblance in the girls and
boys. "He means that these kids are mom's...and his."

Sara's face was ecstatic. "He kept me pregnant. Always pregnant," she
bragged. "Oh, master, please do it again. I want to have a more babies for
you until I drop dead." She was panting with excitement.

"You can go, children," said Krill. "Be good."

"We will!" the children cried, bounding out of the office.

The sisters turned away from the row of slaves and looked at Krill. By now,
their uncle and their husbands were transfixed by the swinging necklace,
their jaws hanging open and their eyes almost blank.

"What's going on?" Emily insisted, holding her sister's hand tighter. "What
did you do to them?"

"They're looking at that...necklace," Jennifer murmured, her eyes following
the jewel back and forth, back and forth. She felt her mind loosening, her
legs weakening. He hand slipped out of Emily's.

"But why?" cried Emily, noticing the necklace for the first time. The
ghoulish face smiled at her. Its horns looked so sharp and deadly. She
wanted to feel those horns prick her skin.

Krill chuckled and raised the necklace higher. "You want to keep looking at
it, don't you, Emily?"

She did. She felt drawn to the demonic face. And the sound of Mr. Krill's
voice soothed her. She wanted to fall into it as if it were warm
water. Suddenly the shock of finding their parents and grandparents, and
the fact that their father and grandfathers had been turned into women,
didn't concern her in the least. Her eyes followed the jewel. "This is
wrong," she said. "I will never worship a demon. I'm a child of God."

"Your father is a woman," said Mr. Krill.

Emily knew that this was crazy, even evil. She knew that she had to do
something, to resist this maniac. She tried to pray but couldn't think
straight. She wanted answers. She wanted to get her family out of the room
as quickly as possible. "I don't understand what has happened here, but I
have to..."

"Have to what?" asked Mr. Krill tauntingly.

The demon face was so beautiful and powerful. Emily felt herself sink to
her knees, wanting to bow down before the face, to worship it. This was
wrong. "Have to..." She couldn't finish her thought, so she gave up and
just stared at the necklace with everyone else. She saw her husband on the
side of her eye: on his knees, gaping with adoration at the swinging
jewel. Her pussy moistened at the idea of such a strong and independent man
being reduced to a mindless drone by this strange man. It felt wonderful to
do the same.

"What do you have to do, Emily?" Mr. Krill asked sternly.

"I have to...bow...down...and worship..." she sighed. She bowed down and
gasped with relief. The demon's face overwhelmed her will. She wanted it to
control her soul.

"You are so turned on right now, Emily. Even your shithole is horny."

"Even my shithole is horny..." How could she be saying such things? She had
to resist! "My...shit...hole..."

"What do you want, Emily?"

To give in completely felt so good. "I...want...you...to fuck...my
shithole..." She wanted to cum.

"Again!"

"I WANT YOU FUCK MY SHITHOLE!" It was heaven to scream this in front of
everyone, her husband, her sister, her parents, her grandparents and
uncle. "FUCK MY SHITHOLE, MR. KRILL! FUCK MY SHITHOLE!"

"Why did you come here, Jennifer?" asked Mr. Krill.

Jennifer bowed before the demon face and replied, "I came here to worship
you, Mr. Krill..."

"And you, gentlemen?"

"Worship..." Gary, Jared and Jake droned in unison, their eyes lost in the
jewel's power.

"Your father is a woman."

"Our father is a woman..." said the sisters.

"Your grandfathers are women."

"Our grandfathers are women..."

"Your entire family is a bunch of whores."

"We are all a bunch of whores..."

"The women are my baby makers."

"The women are your baby makers..."

"And who owns your bodies?"

The sisters stopped bowing and looked up at Mr. Krill longingly. "YOU DO!"
they gasped. "YOU OWN OUR BODIES!"

"Will your husbands and uncle save you?"

"No," said Emily. "Nobody will save us..."

She saw that her uncle was grabbing her husband's and her brother-in-law's
crotches through their pants. They two men threw their heads back, moaning.

"All of you, take off your wedding rings," ordered Mr. Krill.

They obeyed.

"Give them to me."

They dropped their rings into Mr. Krill's open hand. He dumped them into
his ring-filled drawer.

"Your marriages are over," he said.

"Our marriages are over..." said the couples, staring blankly, the men's
cocks as hard as rocks and the women's pussies soaked.

"You are enslaved by the power of Doth."

"We are slaves to Doth..."

"Your penises and vaginas belong to me."

"Our penises and vaginas belong to you..."

"You sacrifice your bodies to me."

"We sacrifice our bodies to you..."

Mr. Krill focused on Emily. "There is no god but me."

"There is no god but you," Emily gasped, rubbing her tits, her thighs
squirming. "Fuck me, my god. Fuck my shithole..."

Mr. Krill threw his head back and laughed mockingly. "So weak! So easy to
possess! All of you have been waiting for this to happen all your lives!
You wanted to be controlled, to be owned by a greater power, and I am the
greatest power! Men, get ready for an important task!"

"YESSSSS!" the men said together.

There was an introductory knock at the office door, and a man walked in. He
was about 30 years old, blonde and somewhat effeminate. Without saying a
word, he approached Mr. Krill. It was the gay man who had seduced and
fucked Don so many years ago.

"You are to be fucked in your asses by this man," said Mr. Krill.

The men's heads swayed. "Yessss...yessss...yessss..."

"Take off your clothes," Mr. Krill told the gay man.

He obeyed and soon stood naked before everyone, his back to them. The big
mole on his one buttock stood out against his pale skin.

"First fuck Donna," said Mr. Krill.

Donna, the woman who used to be Don, stepped out of line and got on all
fours immediately. He raised his spread ass in the air. The gay man plunged
his hard cock into Donna's asshole and fucked him savagely.

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Fuck...me...fuck...my...ass!" Donna groaned.

"Now the pussy!"

The gay man shifted his cock into Donna's pussy and fucked it.

"YES!" Donna screamed! "FUCK ME!"

Mr. Krill laughed and said, "This is so funny to see! Years ago a man named
Don snubbed this gay man and insisted that he loved his wife - and now he
is a woman who's being fucked in her pussy by the same man! Priceless!"

The gay man hung his head back and came in Donna's pussy. Then he stood
before the master, his cock dripping.

"Excellent!" Mr. Krill cheered. "Now fuck these men!" He touched the
cum-covered cock of the man and made it hard as a rock again.

"Fuck us!" Jake and Jared begged, spreading their asscheeks with their
hands.

"Me first!" Gary moaned.

The gay man took turns drilling their assholes. Emily and Jennifer
masturbated as they watched their husbands give their bodies to this male
stranger. They loved to see them submit to the power of their master.

"Do you love cock, gentlemen?" asked Mr. Krill.

"YES, WE LOVE COCK!"

"You want nothing else but cock."

"WE WANT NOTHING ELSE BUT COCK!"

"What is the most beautiful thing in the world?"

"YOUR COCK IS, MASTER!"

"Would you die for my cock?"

"WE WOULD DIE FOR YOUR COCK!"

"Your cocks and balls belong to me."

"OUR COCKS AND BALLS BELONG TO YOU, MASTER!"

"I'm going to cummmmmm!" cried Jared as the gay man fucked him. He shot a
load onto the floor. Gary scrambled over and lapped it up.

The gay man resumed fucking Jake until he came, and then he finished off
Gary.

With that, Mr. Krill motioned to the men and ordered, "Get up, pigs. I want
you to go come over here and take off these women's clothes." He turned to
the gay man and said, "Excellent work, as usual. You may go."

The gay man left the office.

"Yes, master," said Jared, leading the men over to Don, Sara, Beth, Carol,
Ted and Roger. The sisters' husbands and uncle stripped the women's clothes
off and stood awaiting more orders.

Emily and Jennifer were still gazing at the necklace, not caring what else
was going on. Emily realized that she had slid her hand into her pants and
was caressing her clit. She glanced at Jennifer and saw that she also was
masturbating.

"How do you feel, girls?" asked Mr. Krill.

"Amazing..." Emily grunted, approaching orgasm.

"Oh, fuck..." moaned Jennifer, cumming. "Oh, fuck, I feel so good..."

As if on cue, a very attractive woman who was about Emily's and Jennifer's
mother's age walked in and went up to Mr. Krill.

"Ah, Maggie," said Mr. Krill. "Take off your clothes and show your body to
our newcomers."

"Yessss, masssterrrr..." droned Maggie, obeying instantly. She revealed a
somewhat fat but sexy body that looked as if she had grown accustomed to
overeating over the years. Her buttocks jiggled and bounced as she swayed
before her master.

"Lie down and spread your legs for Emily and Jennifer."

Maggie obeyed, spreading open her pussy and asshole as much as
possible. Emily felt drawn to those juicy holes. She found herself wanting
to kiss the woman's fat rolls and worship her magnificent breasts. She
looked over at her sister and saw Jennifer drooling and lusting, her
eyelids heavy, her mouth slack.

"Have you ever been involved sexually with a woman, girls?" asked
Mr. Krill.

"Noooo..." the sisters murmured, their desire growing. Emily realized that
she was masturbating herself. Jennifer began to crawl toward Maggie,
panting with excitement.

"Do you want to be with a woman now?"

"Yessss..." Emily replied. She too crawled toward the naked woman. She
heard her husband, brother-in-law and uncle groan with pleasure at the
sight.

"I want her, master," said Jennifer. "Let me taste her..."

"Go ahead, slut," laughed Mr. Krill. "Make her cum."

"Make me cum!" Maggie pleaded.

Jennifer got there first and instantly buried her face between Maggie's
buttcheeks, French-kissing the wide-open asshole, rubbing her nose between
the pussy lips. Maggie groaned. "Make my asshole cum! Don't stop until I
cum!"

Emily arrived and licked at Maggie's engorged clit. The sister's were lost
in a haze of each other's hot panting breath, saliva and lust for this
stranger of the same gender. Emily felt an orgasm mounting as she sniffed
in the smell of both the vagina and anus. "Oh my god, I'm fucking
cumminnnnnng!"  She shook as she came, lapping away furiously. She loved
that her husband was watching her total surrender to whatever Mr. Krill
ordered. She moved her upturned ass seductively, hoping that Mr. Krill
would mount her ass and own her body. She loved hearing Jennifer grunt with
pleasure and desire.

"MY ASS AND CUNT ARE COMING!" screamed Maggie, bucking against the sisters'
faces. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Emily fell to the floor, touching herself and closing her eyes in
ecstasy. To be so vulnerable in front of her master was heaven. "Fuck me,"
she begged. "Somebody fuck me. Anyone! I don't care! I just need to be
fucked!"

"You may leave, Maggie," said Mr. Krill. Maggie obeyed and was gone.

"You are my slaves," said Mr. Krill to the sisters.

"We are your slaves..." the sisters moaned, their hands moving faster.

"I am your master."

"You are our master..."

"Your husbands belong to me now."

"Our husbands belong to you now..."

"I can do whatever I want to your husbands."

"You can do whatever you want to our husbands..." This total surrender
filled Emily and Jennifer with absolute pleasure. They shook with more
orgasms. "They are yours...yours..."

"Your marriages mean nothing."

"Our marriages mean nothing..."

"Your family belongs to me."

"Our family belongs to you..."

"Look at me, you two."

The sisters looked at Mr. Krill and saw that he had taken out his huge cock
and scrotum.

"OH MY GOD!" gasped Emily, reaching for it.

Mr. Krill pulled away. "Not yet, slut. Not yet."

"Oh, please!" Emily begged. "Please let me touch it! Just once!"

"Would you die for me?"

"Yes, I would die for you!"

"Again!"

"I WOULD FUCKING DIE FOR YOU!"

"Is it bigger than your husband's penis?"

"Yes! It's much bigger than my husband's penis! Oh, fuck! I want it now!"

"Your husband has a tiny penis."

"My husband has a tiny penis! Yes!" Emily felt a small part of her resist,
some guilt and shame creep in. She wondered how she had gotten to this
point.

"I have the best cock in the world."

Emily's cares washed away and she surrendered completely to Mr. Krill's
power. "YOU HAVE THE BEST COCK IN THE WORLD!" Emily wailed. "PLEASE FUCK ME
WITH IT!"

"NO! ME!" cried Jennifer, pulling off her pants and spreading her legs.

Emily saw this and instantly took off her pants, spreading her pussy with
her fingers. It felt like heaven to offer her entire body to this
stranger. "Fuck me in front of my husband! Fuck me now, Mr. Krill!"

"My cock will make you both pregnant," said Mr. Krill.

"Oh, fuck, please make us pregnant!" Jennifer pleaded.

"Yes! Impregnate us! Like our mother and grandmothers!"

"Do you want it now?"

"YES, IMPREGNATE US NOW! IN FRONT OF OUR HUSBANDS!" roared Emily, slapping
her clit madly.

Mr. Krill laughed and turned to the woman who used to be Don. "How does it
feel to see me own your grown daughters, Donna?" he asked.

The Don-woman's eyes bulged with excitement. "I don't have daughters,
master! But take those filthy whores! Take them now! Impregnate them with
your divine seed!"

"Fuck them, master!" Sara pleaded as her sons-in-law took turns fucking her
pussy and ass. "Overpower them with your holy cock! Make them pregnant!"
She looked to the side and saw Gary pounding her mother and screamed, "Me
next! Fuck me!"

The other women, including the Ted-woman and Roger-woman, panted and said,
"Fuck those dirty whores!"

Jared and Jake slipped their cocks into Ted-woman and Roger-woman. The
former men shrieked with pleasure. "FUCK US WITH YOUR COCKS, YOU YOUNG
STUDS!" they cried.

"Oh, fuck, I wish we could become pregnant!" Ted-woman groaned. "I want to
have babies for the master!"

"Me too!" gasped Roger, bucking and insane with pleasure.

By now the sisters had turned up their asses and waved their open pussies
and assholes in the air before Mr. Krill, offering themselves to his whim.

"You give yourselves to me?" he bellowed.

"WE GIVE OURSELVES TO YOU, MR. KRILL!" Emily and Jennifer moaned. "TAKE
USSSSSS!"

"TAKE THEM!" the others, including the sisters' husbands and uncles, cried.

Mr. Krill went to the desk, opened a drawer and pulled out three
necklaces. "Come to me, pigs."

The three men scurried over to him, their cockheads glistening with
pre-cum.

"Bind your scrotums with these!"

"YESSSSS..."

They wound their respective necklaces tightly around their ballsacks. Then
they looked to their master for more orders.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck..." Jared panted. "I wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna
cum..."

"Not yet!" said Mr. Krill. He pulled out the Doth necklace and grabbed the
ends of the necklaces dangling from the three men's balls. The men gasped
when Mr. Krill yanked upward, pulling up their sacks as if reining a
horse. Their erections quivered and they had to stand on the tips of their
toes to keep from falling over. Then Mr. Krill secured the Doth necklace
through the necklaces' ends so that he could lead the three men by their
scrotums. They were enslaved completely, at the mercy of their master.

Emily and Jennifer watched as their powerless husbands had their balls
abused and imprisoned, and they let out loud moans of pleasure. Their
husbands were nothing but obedient slabs of sex meat for that powerful,
rich man that had taken over their very bodies.

"Follow!" Mr. Krill ordered, pulling the main necklace harshly. The men's
balls bulged and shook as they obeyed. "I think I'm gonna cum! Please let
me, Mr. Krill!" pleaded Jake. "I need to cum!"

Mr. Krill stopped and pulled the necklace even harder, causing the three
men to wail in pain and excitement. Their balls were bright red, seeming
about to pop open. "Cum and I'll kill you, Jake," said Mr. Krill.

Jake whimpered as his cockhead twitched. "I...I don't care! I have to cum!
Kill me! Oh, fucking kill me!" His cock shook and cum shot in load after
load from its purple head.

As Jake came, Mr. Krill spanked his bare buttocks with a mighty hand. Jake
howled but accepted the punishment. In fact, each strike drew more cum out
of him. "Yes! Beat me, master! BEAT MY ASS!"

"I'll spare you this time, pig," said Mr. Krill. "Cum without permission
again, and you're done."

"Yessss..."

Mr. Krill led the men by their throbbing scrotums until they got to the
line of waiting women. Unleashing the three necklaces, he pointed to Jared
and Jake. "You two. Fuck these women. Ream their assholes and vaginas until
you both cum."

"Yesss, massssterrrr..." Jared and Jake panted. Their hard cocks bobbed in
the air and their balls jiggled.

"And you, Gary. Fuck Sara now."

"Oh, fuck yesss..."

The women, the sisters' parents and grandparents, got down on all fours and
spread their holes. The women who had once been men had had almost perfect
vaginas made. Their pubic bushes were enormous and unkempt.

Mr. Krill crouched above Emily's and Jennifer's raised asses and began to
fuck them in turns. "HOLY MOTHERFUCK!" they wailed in unison, kissing each
other as their new master fucked their assholes and pussies. "YOU ARE OUR
GOD!" They watched with extreme lust as their husbands and uncle drilled
the women across the room. It felt so good to give in to this man's power
and surrender their bodies and the bodies of their family to him.

"Do you want to become my women too, gentlemen?" Mr. Krill asked Jared,
Jake and Gary.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Krill!" they moaned. "Make us into your women!"

"You'll have to give up your penises!"

"Take our penises! We surrender them to you!" cried Gary. "Cut them off!"

"You were born with penises and balls, but you want to sacrifice them to
me!" bellowed Mr. Krill.

"We were born with penises and balls, but we want to sacrifice them to you,
master!"

"Yes, our penises belong to you, master!" Jared gasped. "We want you to cut
them off! Give us pussies like our wives! We want to have pussies for you!"

To hear her husband say those words made Emily cum hard. She sucked on
Jennifer's dangling tits furiously. Her eyes bulged at the sight of her
grandmothers French kissing and spanking each other's fat asses. Nothing
else mattered now. All those years of searching, all that education and
responsibility, her marriage, her plan to grow old with her husband: all of
it was worthless and stupid. Nothing mattered but Mr. Krill and the demon
Doth. "Cut off my husband's cock, master!" she grunted. "Make him into your
slutpig! Slutpig! My husband is a slutpig!"

"Your parents and grandparents are watching you, Emily," said
Mr. Krill. "How does that make you feel?"

Emily bucked against Mr. Krill's crotch, driving his cock farther into her
pussy. "I LOVE IT! I LOVE THAT THEY'RE WATCHING ME GET FUCKED! I'M A TOTAL
WHORE, AND I FUCKING LOVE IT!"

"I'm going to make you pregnant, Emily," Mr. Krill roared. "Is that what
you want?"

"YES!" she screamed. "IMPREGNATE ME! MAKE ME PREGNANT FOREVER! I WANT TO
GIVE YOU BABIES UNTIL I DIE! MORE THAN MY MOTHER GAVE YOU!"

"You are my pigslut, Emily!"

"I AM YOUR FUCKING PIGSLUT! FUCK ME HARDER! HARRRRDERRRRRRR! I WANT YOUR
BABIES! MAKE ME HAVE YOUR BABIES! AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

"Jared, Jake!" yelled Mr. Krill. "Will you bring your families to me?"

"YES!" they answered together.

"I want my mother and father to bow down to you, master!" Jake moaned. "I
want to watch them submit to your power and worship your holy cock!"

"I want my dad to surrender his asshole to you, my god!" cried Jared, his
balls bouncing as he got fucked.

"We've come a long way, haven't we, Donna and Sara?" Mr. Krill called over
the loud moans and screams of the orgy.

Sara was so crazed by having both of her sons-in-law's cocks in her body,
Jake in her asshole and Jared in her pussy, that she couldn't even form
words to answer. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Gary swooped over and
shoved his cock into her mouth. Now all of her holes were stuffed with
cock.

Don-woman, her big boobs rocking back and forth, looked over as her
son-in-law pounded her pussy while sticking a few fingers in her asshole
and panted, "YES, MASTER -- AND I'M CUMMING NOW!" As she shot her load,
feeling the younger man's cock slide in and out of her body, she cried
tears of ecstasy as Emily came on the perfect cock of Mr. Krill.


THE END