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James awoke groggily. The last thing he could remember was drinking his whiskey as he watched his wife perform her latest act of subservience. He'd strapped her down to the floor. The intent, of course, was to have the hounds, a pair of huge mastiffs, rape her. Before that had even happened, he'd plunged into oblivious sleep.
Now, he woke up to find himself strapped to a table, ass propped up, legs spread, and a ball gag in his mouth. His eyes scanned the white room that he'd occasionally sent his wife into as a punishment. "Hello love," the voice was his wife's, but somehow changed. It had a confident edge to it that he had not heard before. James found his head and torso were slowly raised as the table propped him upward. It was far from comfortable. There was his wife. It had been so long since he'd last called her by her name that he'd forgotten it. But there she was. She was nearly naked except for what looked like a leather bikini. The light tracery of scars from his numerous punishments were a road map on her body. She was holding a long black stick of some kind. "I bet you're wondering what this is about, dear James. But you see, I'm tired of your tortures. I'm tired of you using me like some animal. Ah, I see that you're wondering what this is," she lifted the black stick. "Don't you recognize it? Here, let me bring it closer to you." As she drew closer, he was horrified to realize it was a huge dildo. "Not just any dildo, Dear. I think the last time you saw this little piece of meat was on your beloved stallion. Remember him? You had me fuck him not that long ago. You've been out a while. About a week now. It's taken that long just to plan this little get together." She chuckled, "You should see Roman right now. Last I saw him, he was mounting every mare he could trying to get off. We may have to finish gelding him eventually." James watched in horror as she fitted the severed horse cock onto the bikini and move behind him. She then slathered both it and his anus with lubricant. She smiled as she pushed it into his ass one inch at a time. The pain broke him out of his stupor and he began to fight and scream, but to no avail. After nearly ten minutes, she shuddered in orgasm and began pulling out of him. She put it aside. She then moved behind him to a place. He could hear her doing something, but didn't know quite what it was. When she returned, she was dressed in a scarlet leather suit, intricately braided to show off her body but not reveal anything. "You know, James, it's bad enough that you've been such a bastard all these years, but I think that the worst thing you've done is your little string of whores over the years." She pulled a cart into his sight. On the cart were three jars, which, when she pulled off the cover had the heads of his three latest lovers. Each clearly dead. "Oh, you taught me not to let anything go to waste, so just think, this," her hand swept down her outfit. "Was made from their skins. And when we're done, you will get to enjoy eating parts of their bodies." James heard the door open behind him. It was the wonderful thing about the little prison he'd made. "Ready Cath?" said a voice behind him. It sounded like the rough voice of his vet. His suspicion was confirmed when Sally walked into view with her kit. "Of course dear," and with that, Cath gave Sally a lingering kiss. "Just as we planned. I want his balls so far up inside of him that he's not going to be able to get at them. And I want his dick. I think it'll be fun to fuck him with it.
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