Taking Annie Chapter 10 Once back with her guests, Annie floated through the crowd like an angel. Except for Annie's mother and Sherri, all the remaining guests were men, chosen by Annie herself. They stared hungrily at her body, barely concealed by the nearly obscene, white bridal outfit. With the long train now discarded, you could see how the back plunged well beyond the dimples of her firm ass, baring her entire back and upper ass-cheeks. Fleshy crescents of her large breasts spilled outward along the open sides like enticing ripe fruit waiting to be eaten. She was aware of every second of their attention, and of every man's hopeful fantasy that he would get a chance to stick his cock in her. And she was loving it. But she had seen to it that you were well taken care of. She delivered you to Shayla, holding you by the hand, then placing your hand in Shayla's strong grasp. "Take care of my little cuckold for me, won't you?" she asked. Shayla's eyes widened, her imagination working overtime, planning your time with her over the next two weeks. She was a head taller than you. Her muscular arms and broad shoulders made you feel so small, so weak, so helpless to disobey even the most perverse orders she might give you. "You're mine now," Shayla announced as she stared fiercely into your eyes. "Aren't you?" "Yes," you answered. "I'm yours, Mistress." "Mmmm - I just love the sound of that word - 'Mistress'," Annie cooed. "What will you do with him? Can you really turn him into a little girl?" "I've broken much better men than this one," Shayla bragged. "Besides, thanks to you, he's halfway there already." Shayla pulled you closer, brutally grasping your crotch in her hand. "I think I'll call you 'Jeffina'. You like that name don't you?" "Y-yesss," you gasped. "My goodness, Jeffina, I don't feel anything at all between your legs. If you don't have a cock, you must be a girl - a girl in a man's tux. Is that what you are? A weak little girl?" "Y-yesss," you gasped again. "See how easy it is?" Shayla told Annie. "He'll be prancing around your house in no time, more than eager to be your maid. That makes you wet, doesn't it?" "Oh God, Shayla - it's just so, so - well, yes, in fact, I'm dripping just thinking about it. So, Jeffina," Annie asked you, grinning wickedly, "do you really want to be a little girl?" You answered with fear and shame - "Yes, Mistress." "With a pussy, tits, and everything?" Annie added. "Yes, Mistress." Annie simply glowed. "Then she's all yours, Shayla. As for me, I need some attention from some real men. You understand, don't you Jeffina, just between us girls, how I need some real cock on my wedding day?" "Yes, Mistress," you answered again. "Anything to make you happy, to please you." For hours Shayla kept you in tow, always sure you were nearby when Annie played with her guests. You looked on as Annie teased them all, one by one, softly fondling their erections through their pants as she flirted shamelessly. She kissed each of the young boys from across the street, sucking lewdly at their open mouths as she pressed her body against them. This time when she took them in private, you weren't invited. Shamelessly, she led the three of them to her bedroom, closed the door, and took their impatient cocks inside her. Nothing was spared - her pussy, her ass, her mouth - and when she had milked every ounce of sperm from each of them, it was your turn to clean her, licking and sucking their sticky fluids from her sweaty body as Shayla looked on, directing your every move. Afterwards, Shayla escorted you to every man Annie had bedded in the short four hours, ordering you to thank them. You were amazed at their numbers - every co-worker in your office had used her body, if for only a few minutes. As used to the humiliation as you thought you had become, it was hard to get the words out to guest after guest. "Thank you for fucking Annie. She'd love to have sex with you again, any time you want," you would repeat to each of them as Shayla looked on. How they leered at you when they answered, each one promising to use her body as often as possible. Each man's knowing grin drove home the bitter truth, again and again - that Annie would gladly fuck any of them, take their cocks and cum inside her, and orgasm under them, over and over, each man playing with her willing, luscious body in any manner he wished. You pictured each of them with Annie, stroking and licking her supple neck, mauling her ample breasts and sensitive nipples, each huge, throbbing cock sliding into her, stretching her, pounding her, flooding her with so many flavors of sperm. In your mind, her cries were always the same, always terrifyingly wild and hungry, orgasm after shattering orgasm. With all those men. With everyone. Except you. As evening approached, I presented special admission tickets to the guests, tickets that would give them entry to The Gold Club, an upscale strip club in the midst of the flashing neon of the busiest downtown nightclubs and theaters. The face of the ticket was enough to promise every man the time of his life. I made sure of that. A glossy picture of Annie graced each one, a close-up of her face giving her sexiest pout, her outrageously enhanced naked breasts jutting forward along the bottom of the photo. Just below the picture, in her own handwriting, it read, "Strip me, do me, yes, I mean YOU!" I'd wager most men would keep the ticket to remember their special night with your wife. Annie and I took a waiting limo to the club as the others piled into their cars to follow. I invited the neighbor boys to ride with us - there was plenty of room, and they eagerly scrambled inside, sampling the wet bar across from us as Annie settled in beside me. As they sipped the twelve-year-old scotch and cognac, Annie opened their pants, one by one, and milked their cocks with her sweet mouth. If only you could have seen her - coaxing the semen from them with her delicate hands and full lips as they spurted into her waiting mouth, swallowing huge quantities of their young, virile sperm, savoring it more than the expensive liquor the boys so enjoyed. At times I would reach under her dress, tracing her cunt with my fingers, feeling the rush of her juices as she serviced them. As each boy was about to cum, I took her little clit between my fingers and stroked it gently, timing my speed and pressure so that she came the instant they did. If only you could have heard her muffled little moans each time one of the boys came in her mouth. If only you could have felt her thighs tighten about my hand as I delivered each welcome orgasm. Afterwards, she collapsed back on the seat beside me while the boys stroked and caressed her recovering body. They seemed to never tire of fondling her breasts, belly, and legs, and she seemed to never tire of their attention. You rode with Shayla in her newly purchased Porsche. She made you unfasten your pants and play with yourself as she drove recklessly through streets and alleys that led in a roundabout route to the club. "I can see why you want to be a girl," she said sarcastically. "How could you ever have married Annie in the first place? Didn't you have any consideration for her needs as a woman? How did you ever think you would satisfy her with a tiny thing like that?" You looked down at your lap in shame as you answered. "I - I guess I didn't know how small I was - that is, until I saw Parker's - um, penis." Shayla shook her head in disbelief. "You mean to tell me that Annie never told you how tiny, how disappointing your dick was? Never?" "She - um, well, not really," you said quietly, still looking down at your flaccid prick. "Not before Parker." "Couldn't you tell?" Shayla blurted. "When you fucked her? That she was faking it every time?" How those words, the realization that Shayla was right, must have wounded you. Your own wife never really made love to you, never really had a single orgasm as she lay naked under you. She merely endured your feeble attempts to fuck her like a real man should. "I - I didn't know," you admitted. "She was so quiet when we did it, so quiet - until - well, until I watched her with Parker. I guess I knew then - she screamed and moaned with him, he was so big - when she told him how good he was, how he stretched her and filled her cunt, then I guess I knew." "Awww, poor boy," Shayla joked. "It's time you learned that some men just aren't born to be real men. Some men are better at serving than leading - or fucking. You know that now, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress." "And we can both see how worthless your tiny little penis is, can't we? Even when you play with yourself, it's useless, so limp and pathetic. You really have no use for it anymore, do you Jeffina?" "N-no, I guess not, Mistress," you answered reluctantly. Shayla pulled over and squealed to a gut-wrenching stop in front of the club. "Stay close to me tonight, do as I say, and I'll see to it you get your wish." She led you into the club on a leash attached to a dog collar buckled tightly around your neck, your zipper down, your genitals still fully exposed. "Better to let everyone know," she said as you followed her through the door, "why Annie needs a real man. You couldn't give her a more fitting wedding gift." As the club filled with our guests, Shayla led you onto the stage and sat you in a chair at one end, then tied your leash to one of its metal legs. Just before leaving you on display, she reached into your open fly and tugged on your balls and prick, making sure they fell obscenely from the opening, exposed in the bright stage lights. The club was closed to the public for our reception, but I made sure a dozen of Annie's stripper friends were working to keep all our guests happy. One by one, the girls took the stage and stripped for your friends and coworkers, always spending some time in front of your chair, flicking and pulling your tiny dick. But even with all their attention, it stayed limp and shrunken, just as Annie had taught you. How satisfying it was to see that your fear of both Annie and I kept your erection at bay, the useless little nub hanging from your open fly like a deflated child's balloon. Everyone in your office had wondered about you and Annie, about how she could visit Eric so often for those "private meetings", and about how you could stand by and allow it to go on. As they laughed hysterically at your lifeless penis, now they understood. Annie had the time of her life. After a few more drinks, she grew tired of the full-length wedding dress, so she unfastened and removed the lower half, leaving her in a breathtaking white lace crotchless bodystocking. She wandered about the club flirting, giving one man after another lewd lapdances, rubbing her bare pussy against their legs and crotches. When she caught your best friend, Carl, watching the stripper on stage while she squirmed in his lap, not to be outdone, she pulled the sides of her top between her breasts, baring them, then pushed them into his face as they bounced and quivered, gasping out loud as he sucked on her distended nipples. But you wouldn't need your best friend anymore. Shayla would be your best friend for some time to come. Finally, it was Annie's turn to dance. Once on stage, she posed and strutted like a pro. After teasing the crowd into a frenzy, she approached you, still tied to your chair just a few feet away. There was fire in her eyes as she bent to look into your face. She intended to make a point. In one single, swift motion, she ripped the lacy material from her body, throwing it into the screaming crowd. Standing naked before you in the bright lights, she lowered her face close to yours once again, shook her tits at you, and laughed. She took your limp prick in her hand and rolled it between her fingers, then pulled it toward her, stretching it to its limit like a short rubber band. "I need a man!" she screamed at you over the deafening music. "A man with a big, juicy cock! Are you a man with a big juicy cock?" You squirmed as she stretched your little prick tighter, then, cringing with humiliation, shook your head no. The crowd roared with laughter. "You want me to find a man with a big juicy cock, don't you?" she shouted. Red with shame, you nodded a yes. "Which one? Who should I pick? Or maybe I should ask for volunteers," Annie continued as she looked into the crowd, grinning. Every man in the club was on his feet, hands in the air, eyes glued to Annie's naked pussy, screaming, "Me! Me! I'll do it! I'll fuck you!" When you didn't answer, too frightened and weak to respond before your friends and coworkers, Annie answered for you. "What's that?" she shrieked. "You want them all to fuck me? Here and now?" Knowing you had no choice with Shayla looking on from beside the stage, you nodded another yes. Within seconds the stage was filled with men, all on their backs, lined shoulder to shoulder, their pants tented with throbbing erections. Annie gave you one last wicked grin. "This is for all the times I let you put your baby dick in me, all the times I suffered under you while you pumped away, trying to cum, all the times I cringed when I felt your pathetic sperm soak my pussy, wishing, no, screaming inside to be fucked by a real man!" One by one, Annie opened every fly in every pair of pants on stage. I saw your eyes wandering over them, trying to count their numbers. So many cocks - twenty?, no, closer to thirty - each one freed by Annie's own hand, each one standing erect, jerking and dancing in the stage lights. Then, one by one, she squatted over each of them, taking one cock at a time inside her for a few quick strokes, then moved on to the next. Within the first fifteen minutes, she had taken all of them, thirty hard, impatient cocks of your friends, neighbors, and coworkers. Now they all glistened with her juices, jerking in the air, throbbing for more. She began again, this time lingering on each cock longer, milking it with her cunt, until she heard the man under her begin to groan. Again she moved on to the next willing guest, milking him to within seconds of his orgasm before moving on. When she finished her second round, thirty cocks remained standing, soaked with a thick layer of pre-cum and pussy juice, the guests now moaning, begging her to fuck them again, to make them cum. She went to you again, her face inches from yours, seething with lust. "Now you're going to watch thirty men cum inside me! Thirty doses of sperm inside my belly! I want you to hear this over and over in your head each time one of those beautiful cocks erupts inside me - every man here, all thirty of them, will give me more pleasure in the few seconds he cums in me than you have during our entire marriage. In fact, each time here, on this stage tonight, will be 1,000 times more satisfying than your little prick could ever hope to be. Watch closely. See if you can count how many times I cum. I hope you enjoy it!" With that, she went to them, working furiously on the first man, a meek accountant in the cubicle next to you at work. She ran her hands over his pale, hairless chest as she squatted on his cock, begging him for his cum, begging him to show you how a real man fucks a woman. Seconds later his hips began to buck under her, then the long, relieving groan that signaled his orgasm. Still impaled on his cock, she turned to look at you, the sweat dripping from her breasts and nipples. She mouthed the words slowly, so you could read her lips from your chair. "Better than you." You watched her fuck all of them. Some came right away, but others, like Eric, held out longer, enjoying watching the pleasure his thick cock gave her, her pussy clamped over it like a vise until she gasped and moaned with her own orgasm. Only then did he cum, long and hard, his semen flowing out of her like a gushing fountain. This time there was no mistaking her quiet message to you. "MUCH better than you." The last in line were the three neighbor boys from across the street. They had each taken Annie in your bed earlier that day, and had a long, loving blowjob from her in the limo. Annie looked exhausted by the time she got to them. Her blonde hair lay in wet tangles, pasted to her face and back. She was soaked from her flat belly and ass to her toes, covered with a thick, wet, shining layer of cum, sweat, and pussy juice. She panted heavily as she lowered her cunt over the first boy's perpetually hard cock. She worked on him for twenty minutes, using every trick she knew to get him off. When she tired, he thrust his cock up into her harder, jolting her glistening body, until she collapsed onto him, screaming while her ass tightened in uncontrollable convulsions, a river of cum flowing from her grasping cunt onto the stage. She took the second boy much like the first. When her legs began to give out from squatting over him, her long firm thighs shaking from exertion, he pulled her down on top of him, working his cock into her from underneath, her limp body shuddering as his relentless piston plunged into her, stroke, after stroke, after stroke. How different she must have looked to you now - once your sweet innocent wife, mother of your children, a shy, playful girl who long ago promised to love, honor, and obey. Now you sat only a few feet from her in a dog collar and leash, watching the young, firm body that once belonged to you and you alone as she ravenously coaxed the cum from thirty men, taking it all inside her, so thirsty for cock that no man was off-limits, not your friends, relatives, nor co-workers. The coyness, the little smile she gave you when you surprised her from behind and cupped her breast in your hand, the gentle sigh she gave up when you kissed her neck just below her ear - all that was Annie to you, now gone, replaced with a fearless woman, obsessed with the newfound physical gratification that a man with a thick, always hard, impossibly large cock could give her. And now the most painful blow had landed, sinking into your flesh and mind, a truth that seemed unstoppable, inevitable - that the coy smile, those full lips, that slender, eager body, had never been yours to begin with. You had begun to accept it weeks ago, with my help, then with Annie's. Slowly, the unmistakable evidence had begun to assert itself, to enter your world, then subtly change it - to our world, a world where I had everything Annie needed, and Annie craved everything you lacked in a man. Below the surface of your Annie lay my Annie, a harlot of unquenched hunger, hibernating, quietly waiting for the day when she could rip through the skin of the quiet, patient, wife-who-serves, to escape as the whore-of- whores, whose hunger for sex without limits with legions of men can be appeased, and vengeance for her captivity in your world savored. She was never really yours. Just ask her. She saved the third boy for last. His cock was incredibly huge, rivaling my own. She crawled to him on her hands and knees, her eyes glassy, the spent muscles of her arms and legs shaking with tremors, her lean body slick with semen and sweat. Her cunt yawned open as she crawled, twitching with regular spasms, expelling small globs of thick semen that fell in long strings along her inner thighs and finally to the stage floor. The crowd was now hushed, both excited and astounded by the sight of her. The stage lights dimmed to a deep blue, the music quieted, now an earthy tenor sax oozing a sweltering jazz ballad. When she finally reached the boy, she was dazed and drooling, her eyes locked on his enormous cock. With every once of energy she could summon, she straddled him, took his fleshy monster in her small hand, and guided it inside her, sinking slowly over it, moaning obscenely as inch after inch disappeared inside her. She rode him slowly, gasping each time she sank to the bottom of him where his cock flared even wider, stretching her cunt to its limit. After only a few minutes, she collapsed onto him, unable to support her own weight any longer. Her wet belly and breasts made a slapping sound when she landed on him, the thick coating of sticky liquid gluing their bodies together as she lay panting on top of him. Now delirious and totally exhausted, unable to move, she began to whisper in the boy's ear. As she recovered a bit, the whispers became gasps, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Please - fuck me. Fuck - my cunt. Make me - cum. Please, I need - to cum. Show them. Show them all. Show my - wimp husband - how - a - real - man - fucks. Oh, please - I - love - your - cock. So big. So beautiful. I - need - you. Please - fuck - me!" Her pleading stopped when the boy put his mouth over hers, kissed her deeply, then put her on her back, rolling on top of her. She moaned loudly when he slid the full ten inches of his cock inside her, then whimpered when he withdrew, as though she was afraid the thick pole of flesh might not return. As he began to feed her cunt with long, even strokes, she looked up at you again, now determined to serve up her final humiliation, to flaunt your submission to everyone on the club. "Watch him fuck me," she told you. "Watch his big, beautiful cock fill my pussy. Even as a boy, he's more of a man than you ever were. You never made me cum, you know that, don't you, Jeffrey?" Before all those men, as you watched a mere teenager satisfy your wife like you never could, you swallowed what little pride you had left, and nodded yes. "I'm sorry, Annie," you cried. "I'm sorry I couldn't satisfy you. I'm sorry I couldn't be a man for you." She just laughed at you. "You're sorry all right, Jeffrey. So damn sorry you couldn't fuck me like a man. But you can make it up to me, Jeffrey. Beg him to fuck me harder. Beg, so everyone can hear you're finally giving me some real cock. Beg! Now!" With tears streaming down your face, you complied. "Fuck her harder," you croaked through your tears. The boy increased the speed of his strokes, now excited by your public defeat. "Fuck her harder!" you repeated, knowing Shayla and I watched your every move from the side of the stage. Now the boy slammed into her, stabbing at her, impaling her with everything he had. "Fuck her harder!" you said again, this time shouting, overcome with rage and grief. Annie's body shuddered with each pounding lunge, her breasts thrown violently upwards, as though they might be torn from her chest. Her face was still turned toward you, but she was delirious, her eyes looking through you, unable to focus, her mind now totally engulfed with her hunger for another orgasm. The boy knew what she wanted from him, and he was determined to make her cum in front of you. Like a tireless machine, he fucked her relentlessly, without a moment's rest, her body jolted like a small, lifeless rag doll. Then you saw it - her eyes suddenly widened, her mouth opened, forming a wide, silent "O". Her moan was low and guttural at first, then slowly rose in pitch as the orgasm washed over her. Now she was oblivious to you or the boy as she screamed and thrashed, pinned to the stage by his huge cock. His mission accomplished, the boy released a torrent of sperm into her belly. You watched silently while they came, clutching each others bodies, their animal grunts and groans now louder and more erotic than the sultry music. You would always remember that moment, the vacant, stunned look on her face when the final stroke of the boy's cock plunged her into a dark world that existed only for Annie, a tear in the fabric of time that took her from our world and delivered her to a private retreat where nothing could touch her except the sustained onslaught of pleasure that held her suspended in a final crushing orgasm, delivered by thirty men. After that, it was probably all a blur to you - the boy pulling out of her, standing over her quivering body, cheered by the crowd with what little strength they had left - then the quiet, as our guests filtered out of the club, ignoring Annie completely as she lay wet and exhausted on the stage - the darkness as the lights were shut down, until only a single spotlight remained, its narrow, blue beam falling directly on Annie, her moist, heaving breasts and belly so beautiful in the ghostly circle of light. Shayla pulled you from the stage by your leash and dragged you across the club to the door. You followed her, your head lowered in shame and defeat, half walking, half staggering from the night-long, humiliating ordeal. At the door, you stopped and looked back at the stage one final time, as though trying to convince yourself that today had been just a bad dream. What you saw was proof enough that the day was only too real. I lay on top of Annie, my cock deeply buried in her well-used cunt. She clutched me tightly, struggling to pull me close, her arms and legs still slippery with your friends' semen. Her fragile, velvety voice was the only sound in the empty club. "Cum in me. I want your sperm in me. I want it in my belly every minute of every day. I wish this was your baby inside me - I want your baby so badly, so many of your beautiful, perfect babies. My husband - my love - my man." As Shayla dragged you out the door, as I fucked Annie with slow, deep strokes and she begged again for my seed, you heard me promise to give your sweet Annie everything she asked for, and more.