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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Drugged (MF, MM, drugs, nc) by Nuts I had been fighting with my wife and went to a bar to forget about my troubles. My jealousy and possessive- ness had caused another blow up; I always felt that she flirted too much with other men. A beautiful woman by the name of Heather sat beside me in my little booth; I'd had too many drinks and wel- comed her flirting advances. I poured my problems out to her, and naturally she understood and felt pure sympathy for me. "You're right Mike, she sounds like she owes you big time. I'll bet she's fucked around on you already. In fact, you ought to go out, have a good time, and find some woman to have a good time with yourself. I mean, it's only fair, right?" She understood me, comforted me, and then kissed me. Our eyes locked and she had me. "Come with me for awhile, Mike. I'm not asking for anything. I'll just give you what you need, and then you'll feel better. Your wife can't fuck around on you and get away with it. Let's fuck, I know that I could use some good sex right now." An offer like that a guy can't refuse. Heather's house was modest; not too fancy, but it was set away from other homes with plenty of trees and shrubs, allowing complete privacy. She sat me down in a chair and gave me another drink. Kneeling in front of me, she released my cock and sucked me slowly in. I never became aware of the tunnel vision that occurs just before you black out. *** I woke up the next morning in bed, still fully dressed. It was *my* bed. How'd I get here? Incredibly hung over, I forced myself to take a shower, then headed downstairs. My wife was already out by the pool, catching the morning sun. "Well, I see you're finally up. It's already noon." she said flatly. "Oh, wow. Lisa...I was a bit drunk last night; how'd I get home?" "Your friend Dave brought you home. He drove you here, and his wife brought your car. They're a very nice couple; Dave said they ran into you down at the bar, and that you just needed to blow off some steam." Dave? Dave and his wife? I don't even know a Dave. My mind was spinning, and the hangover was not helping me sort things out. I vaguely remembered a woman named Heather, but... "He left his phone number. Wanted you to call him when you got up. It's in by the phone." I went straight to the phone. The number was there, but I didn't recognize it. I dialed it immediately. "Hello?" a man's voice answered. "Uh, yeah..is Dave there?" Silence for a moment. Then a slight laugh. "Hello, Mike. Is your beautiful wife within earshot?" "No, she's out by the pool. Who is this?" More laughter. "You don't remember much of last night, do you? You're on the cordless phone, right? Why don't you go into your study and take a look in your brief- case. That might make a world of difference to you." I was already heading down the stairs to my study. "Who IS this?" I repeated. "I'm the man that took you home last night. By the way, Mike, your wife is a very beautiful woman. I can't believe you wanted to cheat on her." My face flushed with heat. I remembered a little more about Heather. I remember looking down at her as she sucked me off. I had convenced myself that it had all been a dream. Opening my briefcase, I saw several Polaroids. Graphic Polaroids. I was completely naked, that woman named Heather was on top of me, fucking me. Another shot had another naked man in it...he was standing beside me, injecting my arm with some kind of shot. My eyes darted immediately to my arm; yes, there was the tell-tale sign of a needle mark. Another Polaroid showed the man ijuctulating all over my face, and another of him smearing his slimmy dick all over my come coated lips. "Oh God." was all that I could say into the phone. "Good, Mike. I see you've found the photos. There are many more, just so you'll know." "What do you want?" I croaked out. "I want a lot, Mike. But first, I want to make things clear to you. If you fail to obey me, I will show this stuff to your wife. And to your parents in Florida. And to your boss at work." He told me the addresses of my parents and my of my place of work, just to verify that he was not bluffing. I sank to my knees, unable to stand. "Wait. Please. Don't do any of that. I'll cooperate any way I can. How much do you want? I'll put together all the money that I can." "That's good, Mike. I like it that you're so ready to cooperate. It's not necessarily money that I want right now. Look in the briefcase; see the little bag of powder?" "Yes, I see it. What is it?" "Tonight, I want you to slip that in your wife's drink. Call me immediately after you do it. I expect to hear from you between 5:00 and 7:00. That gives you plenty of time. Don't call me before that is done, or photos will be mailed." Click. The line went dead. I was still on my knees, and it took me 15 minutes to get the strength to stand. The rest of the day went by like a dream. Lisa was very civil to me considering the state I'd come home in the night before. I'm sure I came across very subservient, quiet and compliant. Six O'clock came, and I knew I had to get the drug into my wife. She was asking me if I wanted to go out to eat. I was worried -- I didn't know what the drug was or what it would do, I didn't want to hurt my wife, but at the same time I was mad at her for fucking with me so much, it's the reason that we were in this situation. But all I said was, "I don't know. I'm not feeling too well right now. Let's have a drink and then decide." I fixed her a long island ice tea, and mixed in the white powder. As she sipped on it, I made the call. "She's drinking it right now," I told Dave. "We'll be over in about 10 minutes." Click. My wife was still sipping the drink when the doorbell rang. She hadn't said much, but looked up a little puzzled when the bell rang. I opened the door to see the woman from the night before standing there with a smirk on her face. A tall man was behind her, dark hair with steely confident eyes. They pushed passed me without saying a word. I noticed then that the woman was carrying a large suitcase. Lisa didn't even try to get up. She smiled as she greeted them somewhat slowly. Dave picked her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs without preamble. The woman, Heather stood back, motioning for me to follow him, then she took up the rear. In the bedroom, Dave set my wife down on the bed; she was still awake, but I doubt she was coherent. He gestured for me to sit down in a reading chair across the room. Heather pulled some rope out of her suitcase and then tied me to the chair. Soon I was completely immobile. By then, Dave had completely disrobed my wife. He was examining her, as if he were looking over a car for sale. Heather then began to cut away my slacks, just the part covering my crotch. My underwear was cut away too, and my erection was sud- denly there to be seen. Dave turned to me then. "Your wife is indeed beauti- ful." His hand dipped between her legs for a moment, then he brought his fingers to his nose. "And clean, too. Sweet. You've suspected her of being flirtatious, slutty...well, we're here to find that out. But we're not going to rely on just her hormones to make her slutty. No, we're going to guarantee her submission to us, just like we guaranteed yours. I see by the way your cock is responding, you're actually enjoying this." I shook my head no, trying to deny that this was hap- pening, deny that my body was responding. "Last night, you had a little help with your coopera- tion." his hand led my gaze to Heather. She was holding up a hypodermic, squirting out any air bubbles. "But tonight, you will have to make do without. Your wife gets the shot tonight." "Please, don't...I'll do anything you want, just please...leave my wife out of it." My pleading was weak and useless. "Mike, you don't seem to understand. You'll do any- thing we want anyway. We own you, and now we're about to own your wife." Heather moved to my wife and injected her with the drug. Dave was beside me, whispering in my ear. "The drug is very addictive. Soon, both of you will be voluntarily coming to us, begging us to use you, begging us to own you." His hand reached down to my cock; he grabbed it in his fist and stroked it slowly. Feel that? Feel how hard the whole idea makes you? You love it already." Heather had put a blindfold on my wife, and was now slowly bringing her to consciousness with smelling salts. Dave got up on the bed and began to arouse Lisa, using his hands expertly on her now wet crotch. My wife was moaning, moving sensuously on the bed, an orgasm building in the heat. Any time her hands moved to take off the blindfold, Dave or Heather would pull them away. In her drugged state, I don't think she cared that complete strangers were touching her. Dave mounted her in one smooth stroke, and Lisa cried out in pleasure. Soon she was being vocal, calling out for more, begging for more. My cock was aching. I was throbbing for release, yet tears were streaming down my face in humiliation. I saw Dave arch as he came hard, filling my wife with his sperm. She cried out, "Yes! Oh yes! Do it! Do it! Oh, God!" And then she came, her hands raking his back, legs clasped around him, pulling him deeper into her. As they came off their high, Heather softly tied my wife's hands up over her head, keeping Lisa from removing her blindfold. Dave pulled out of my wife, and I could see the sweat rolling off her naked breasts, down her bare stomach. Her legs were spread wide, and her cunt was glistening. White sperm was dripping out of her, down her crack. Dave reached his hand to it, pulling three fingers full out. Standing in front of me, his cock still semi-erect in my face, he smeared the cum mixture onto my face, across my lips; I closed my eyes in shame as a finger worked it's way into my mouth, parting my lips. "Clean off my cock with your mouth." A simple command. Simple to him, mind twisting to me. But I had no choice. He now had my wife, but I couldn't let him destroy my job, or worse yet, destroy my parents. I opened my mouth and took him in. Heather released me from the ropes, then guided me to a kneeling position in front of Dave. I continued to suck him, even as the Polaroid's flash went off, sealing my fate. *** Over the next few weeks, the same ritual occurred. I would put my wife to sleep, they would come over and shoot her up, fuck her thoroughly, and humiliate me. Dave had also gotten into the habit of whispering to my wife while he fucked her; I never heard what he said. Then one day, they showed up unexpectedly. I hadn't put her out, but here they were, suitcase and all. My wife had become rather withdrawn over the past week or two, and her face had taken on the look of one who needs sleep. Dave went straight over to her and began whispering to her. Her eyes opened in panic or even fear, and she backed up to the wall. He closed in on her, and whispered into her ear. I just stood there. There was nothing I could do, and I knew it. Dave was pressed up against her, and his hands went down between her legs. At first she struggled to stop him, but then she stopped resisting. Her eyes, glassed over with tears, glanced over at me, her mouth quivering. As she looked at me, Heather began taking my clothes off. By the time I was naked, Lisa was slightly humping against Dave's hand. "Go to your wife, Mike. Take off her clothes. Prepare her." Heather commanded. I numbly walked over to Lisa, our eyes locked together. Dave stepped back as I removed my wife's clothes. She didn't resist. "She knows that she needs something, Mike. She knows that her body craves something, and that I'm the one she can get it from." He was referring to the drug. She was addicted now, and desperately needed the thrill of it coarsing through her veins. "I'm sorry, Lisa. This is my fault." My apology seemed to be more than inadequate. "Lisa." Dave commanded. "If you want what you need, you're going to have toobey me. Just like your husband does. He will obey everything I tell him, won't you Mike? Tell her." My eyes lowered. "It's true. I'll do anything he tells me. I have to." "Call me Master, Mike." "Master. You are my Master." "Kneel." I knelt. "Take me in your mouth." I reached up, unzipped his pants, and sucked his member into my mouth. "You see, Lisa? He *must* obey me. As do you. Mike, look up at your wife." I looked up at her, saw the shock in her eyes as she looked down at her husband with a cock in his mouth. My head was still bobbing slowly along his shaft, and one of her hands went to her mouth, covering it as it opened in complete shock. "Enough." Dave stepped away from me and moved back close to Lisa. "Do you want your candy, Lisa? Hmm, my little whore? It's time for your sweets. It's time to obey me." He kept whispering to her as he led her by the arm over to where Heather was waiting with the injection of the evening. Dave sent one of his fingers into my wife's cunt as he gently guided her to sit on the couch. He was still whispering. "It's time to voluntarily give yourself up now, Lisa. It's time to show us that you want it. I own you now, Lisa. You must obey me. You just saw what I did to your husband. I own him, he's my own personal cocksucker. It's your turn now, time to join him. Hold out your arm to Heather now. Ask her to give it to you. You want it. You know the pleasure that it gives you. You know how good it feels to give up your body to me. Be my whore, now. Do it. Hold out your arm." Her arm slowly opened out to Heather. Lisa was breathing faster as Dave's finger pumped in and out of her, teasing her clit. "Good, good girl...but that's not enough. Ask for it. You have to beg for it." "Please..." "Please what, Lisa?" "Please, give it to me." "Why should I give it to you, hm? Tell me whore." "Oh, please...I'll do anything you want." "Are you my cunt?" "Yes." she sobbed. "Say it." "I'm your cunt." Tears were running down her cheeks. "Tell me more." "I'm your cunt. Your whore. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Please." Dave nodded to Heather. Heather then went about the dirty business of injecting my wife. The effect it had on my wife was incredible. In just moments, she went from crying and trembling, to acting like a whore in heat. She was definitely not the same woman; she begged him to fuck her, fuck her hard. She wanted it everywhere, in her cunt, in her mouth, in her ass...she started begging him to fuck her ass, like her life depended on it. He did, too; he stuck it deep inside her ass, fucking her hard. *** We now serve Master Dave regularly, servicing him and any of his guests however they may choose. He slowly took my wife off the drug, so that she wasn't addicted to it anymore. But occasionally he will shoot her up as a reward for doing something incredibly perverse. It turns out that Heather was not his wife, she was just another victim, a willing slave to his desires. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 10