Cygnus Five

The lead cop stared at me incredulously and asked "Why didn't you leave with your friend?"

I returned his gaze and decided on complete honesty for my answer. "I am going to hunt down and murder the bastard who has enslaved my wife, free her, and take her home."

The policeman stared some more, eyed me head to toe and laughed uproariously, "Sure you are, sport. Have fun giant hunting, little man."

Joel thought that my honest answer was sufficiently disarming that the cops would leave me alone for a few days. It was as though I had told them that I intended to bring down a T-Rex with a pea shooter.

The rest of the day Joel and I wandered far from the hotel to find the kind of discreet pawn shops we needed. In the third one we visited, I was able to procure, a small but sufficiently lethal weapon. After purchasing ammunition and sundries, I had almost no money left. It took two more very long days before Joel could secure a sky cycle for our trip to the outskirts of Schwartz's farm. During the down time, Joel gave me one of his extra memo books and had me write down my story.

"If you pull this off, Kent, you have the potential of an amazing bestseller about your adventures. I can put you in touch with a crackerjack editor and ghost writer."

Writing down my story helped calm my nerves. Even so I was very constantly on edge. I knew that I needed steel resolve, I just could not seem to summon it.

The sky cycle ride was only the third of my life. I preferred being a passenger to being a driver. The one and only time I had tried my hand at operating one, I had broken four bones. Joel however was an old hand at driving one. My respect for my new found friend was considerable as he dropped me off, unnoticed, a few hours before sunset, in the midst of the dense forest.

The woods were very dense and I had to rely entirely upon my GPS to guide my steps. Like curtains parting the cleared hectometers of Schwartz's farm emerged from the leafy greenery. I coated my body with a substance I had purchased which would make my scent invisible to dogs. Went over my checklist and made sure that there were several rounds in the chamber of my gun and tried to be as stealthy as I could. It helped that darkness was beginning to fall.

Schwartz's modest house was located atop a hill. Nearby were several barns and an industrial facility. I wondered if that was the place where Schwartz manufactured his cheese. I thought about my ancient forebears who had been farmers. The mechanization I saw before me would have staggered them. There was practically nothing for Schwartz to do. The cows wore minding collars and could take care of themselves. The cheese plant was automated and the buildings self painting. Aside from replacing the occasional spare part or culling his herd from time to time Schwartz need not leave his living room. Suddenly I realized that meant Schwartz had lots of spare time for amorous pursuits!

With renewed resolve I steadily progressed to the house. My clothing sensed the environment around me and matched it. Ancient armies would have killed for the chameleon like clothing I was wearing. I lost track of how many hours it took me but at last I was under a lighted window of the house. I rose up from my knees and peered in.

My heart felt as though it had fallen from orbit at what I witnessed. Vera still wore her collar. There were now gold studs in her nipples and she was clad in skimpy black lace as she squatted on the floor while the naked Schwartz sat in a chair. Vera's lovely blonde head was bobbing up and down as she preformed fellatio on her "'owner's" massive cock.

I stared open mouthed as I watch a broad smile cross Schwartz's face as he grunted with pleasure. He held Vera's face fast until it was clear that she had swallowed every drop before the big man swept my wife up onto his lap and said,

"That's more like it, Blondie. All I had to do was slap some of the vinegar out of you. Now what should I be hearing?''

Vera swallowed hard gazed into Schwartz's black eyes and replied, "Thank you for your cum, Master."

"Very good, Blondie." and then he kissed my wife deeply.

With dread I realized that a wonderful chance to act had passed. With Vera in Schwartz's lap I dare not take a shot at him, lest I accidentally hit my wife. I had allowed the sight of Vera pleasuring my enemy to distract me. Had I preformed as I should have, I could have killed the bastard while my wife was safely on the floor. I kept my eyes open for another opportunity.

What I beheld instead was a nightmare. Schwartz's recuperative powers were astounding, in no time his massive tool recharge and he began to fuck my wife. I stared mesmerized as her beautiful ass bounced up and down while she straddled his legs as they sat in the large chair. I heard Vera begin panting as she often did when I took her. She even shouted my name once, drawing a firm slap against her backside as a consequence. My wife's enslaver seemed to have staying power that matched his physical attributes, as he lasted for a phenomenally long time before I hear him exult in pleasure as he pumped man juice into my wife's secret place.

"You're so nice and tight Blondie, loosening you up will be a blast." raved Schwartz as Vera collapsed, spent into his muscled arms and broad chest.

"Thank you, Master" replied Vera breathlessly. Her response did not seem as forced from her as her earlier expression of gratitude had been.

I was contemplating the significance of Vera's response when I heard the first barking dog. With dread I realized that time limit for the effectiveness of the dog masking substance had passed. I reached for the applicator but I was too late, another dog caught wind of me. Completely in a panic I froze.

Inside the house, Schwartz fastened Vera's collar to a hook in the ceiling and set out to investigate.

The scent masker was completely useless now, the dogs sounded very big and much closer. I hefted my gun but was unsure wether to aim it at the dogs or Schwartz. The pain in my hand was sudden and caused me to drop my weapon.

Schwartz's evil face loomed over me. In one hand he held a mammoth pistol in the other, the club he had used to swat the gun out of my hand. He was still naked but still seemed incredibly intimidating.

"Freeze, Scumbag!" he spat.

I raised my hands and Schwartz called off his dogs.

"What is your purpose here, runt?" he inquired with menace in his voice.

I remained mute while he marched me into his living room. I saw Vera tethered in place, looking incredibly sad.

"Strip runt, NOW!" said Schwartz as he leveled his weapon at me.

What choice did I have. As i started undressing, Vera cried, "Oh my god, its Kent! Oh, Honey!"

Kelland Schwartz stared at Vera and them myself.

"You know this shit, Blondie?"

Vera nodded and said, "He's my husband! He's my husband!"

Schwartz took a long look at me and said, "Well, I'll be damned. Its the twig I bested to win you. Easiest battle of my life."

By now I was naked. I tried to hide myself with my hands. In his presence every part of me felt small.

"Hands over your head. What are you doing here. Speak or eat a bullet."

Feeling like the history's most titanic failure, I spilled my the history of my plan right up to my capture.

My huge opponent threw back his head in a giant roar of mirth.

"A twig like you could never do a warrior's job. The fact that I am still alive demonstrates how worthless you really are. However, you may actually be a blessing to me. Blondie will be much easier to train if she is worried about something happening to you. Putting the screws to you could take weeks off of Blondie's training. Congratulations loser, you just made your former wife a much better and more enthusiastic slave for ME!"

I had felt terrible before, but Schwartz's last works made realize that hell is not always a figurative expression. He held the gun on me while he navigated over to a chest in one corner of the room.

"Like a good soldier, I am prepared for virtually any eventuality." his huge hand extracted some objects.

Then, moving like a panther, Schwartz rushed across the room and pinned me to the floor. I felt a tightness about my neck and realized that I had been placed in a collar. Schwartz then punched me in the gut and knocked the wind out of me. While I was struggling for breath I felt his hands slide something over my cock. It took me quite awhile for my breathing to return to normal. I gingerly rose to my feet. Immediately my hands tugged at the collar and found it immovable. The tightness on my crotch turned out to be a metal cage imprisoning my manhood.

"That's more like it. Now you are the eunuch fate has destined you to be."

Schwartz paused for effect and then addressed Vera.

"Here is how it goes, Blondie. So long as you are enthusiastic, adventurous and extremely grateful every time I fuck you, the twig here can stay with us and watch me take you. If you keep me in a good mood, I will allow him to be fed and for you to spend some time with him. Cop an attitude and I'll have him shipped to Port Noir, where the men who like to lie with men live. I'm sure those guys would pay a nice sum for a thin little boy toy like him. If I ship him out I return to using the whip and thumbscrews on you. Is that clear, Blondie?"

Vera nodded vigorously and said "Yes. Master."

"Very good, slave." replied Schwartz

The huge warrior performed an inventory of my clothing and possessions. He thought the notebook was hilarious and allowed me to keep it, everything else was burned in the fireplace or set aside to be pawned or sold. Schwartz escorted me to the bathroom where I discovered that I now had to sit to piss, a fact that my foe enjoyed considerably. Holding my collar tight, he escorted me into his large bedroom with its enormous bed. Within sight of the bed was a frame similar to the ones to which Vera and Sylvia had been lashed. The fact that Schwartz owned this object filled me with disgust. I was even more disgusted once I was strapped to the frame.

For several tense minuets I waited. Vera entered the room a few steps ahead of her enslaver. The skimpy lace wasnow absent. As always I was simultaneously astonished and aroused by her naked form. She had obviously been told to not look at me because she did not even glance in my direction. The heavily muscled Schwartz strode in right behind my wife. (No matter what happens I will ALWAYS think of her as such.) Schwartz pulled Vera down onto the bed and announced,

"Now, Blondie. beg me to fuck you until I make you come. Please me and I will only take your ass once before I allow you to sleep. Remember, lots of passion and enthusiasm."

I truly wished that I was dead as I heard Vera mouth sincere sounding pleas for her Master to take her and make her a complete woman. In words I knew Schwartz had planted in her mind to humiliate me, my Vera praised her captor when he was finished, proclaiming him the best fuck she had ever experienced.

I had watched, almost physically ill, as Schwartz's huge ugly butt rose and fell as he plowed my wife. Stunned, I recognized the sounds Vera made as identical to the ones she made back home in our own bed! I tried to tear myself from my bonds to seek a knife to slit my throat when I realized that my penis had become engorged and was filling its tiny cage. The fact that I had been aroused by this spectacle made me feel like the lowest slime in the universe. For the second time, Schwartz had made me cry.

Watching him take Vera's ass, was in some ways much worse. On our honeymoon, Vera had presented me with her virgin rear entry. Anal for us had always been an event for very romantic and special occasions, something that we shared and delighted to give each other. Schwartz seemed to care only for his own needs.

After Schwartz came deep inside Vera's anus, she thanked him profusely. In return he praised her, kissed her body gently all over and finally massaged her off to sleep. I could not believe that the ogre who know ruled both my life and Vera's possessed anything resembling a gentle side. It confused me greatly.

Once Vera was sound asleep, Schwartz rose from the bed. With a knife in one hand he freed my limbs from the frame. The look of triumph in his eyes was as painful as staring into the sun from the surface of the planet Mercury. Without a word, the Stag Warrior led me to man sized cage and locked me in. He whistled softly to himself as he left the room.