Shattered Paradise Ch. 03

This time we were taken to a meeting room with a desk behind which the sheik's negotiator was already seated. He was calm when we got there and greeted us with a sinister smile and words in Arabic I didn't understand but which George returned. I felt like we had been called down to the principal's office. Two armed guards stood menacingly against the wall behind him.

The 'negotiations' took place in Arabic with George giving me a rough running translation. The sheik's man wasn't really asking for anything; he just kept giving reasons for why I wouldn't want Stephi back. After a few minutes he seemed to get more and more distracted and had a strange look on his face. I thought maybe he was feeling ill and grew concerned when he let out a loud grunt that he might vomit all over the desk. Instead he was quiet for a moment and then pushed his chair back from the desk a bit and I was shocked to see my wife crawl out from underneath it. She was completely naked again and wiping her mouth after obviously just sucking the man off.

George's face looked calm and he gripped my arm as a reminder not to give the man any reason to end the negotiations for the day. I closed my eyes for a moment; I couldn't look at her. When I opened them Stephi was standing in front of George. "Would you like a blowjob?" she asked him. My face burned with embarrassment and anger and I wanted to smash my fist into the negotiators face. His eyes were on me for a second and he had a wicked smile on his face.

George peered around Stephi to look at the man and the negotiator's base switched to George. He didn't speak but the look on his face made it clear that George had to accept her offer. He turned to me and mouthed 'I'm sorry,' then looked at Stephi and said, "Sure."

Stephi dropped to her knees in front of him looking giddy and excited as she eagerly pulled at his belt. I tried not to look as she fished his penis out and swallowed it whole right down to the base. George tried to stifle a sigh but I could still sense his contentment. He struggled to keep his hands off her head and his hands clenched and unclenched several times in frustration. He wanted to touch her, to guide her mouth up and down his excited cock, but didn't want to do it in front of me.

"You see what she is now," the negotiator said to me as she sucked George. "Are you certain you want such a creature back? She is no longer your wife. See how she enjoys pleasing men?"

He was right. My sweet Stephi never would have behaved like that but I still wanted her back. Despite what he said I knew my wife was in there somewhere and that I could find her even as I watched out of the corner of my eye as she slobbered excitedly over George's dick.

George suddenly grabbed my arm hard. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry," he moaned and then he sighed loudly and I knew he was filling my wife's mouth with cum. Stephi remained kneeling in front of him milking every last drop from his spent penis and cleaning it with her mouth before putting it away and doing his pants back up for him.

She stood and looked over at me with no hint of recognition on her face. "Would you like a blowjob?" she asked me.

Thinking that it was as necessary for me to accept as it had been for George I only hesitated a second before saying, "Yes." As soon as the word was out of my mouth she was down on her knees in front of my chair and pawing at my belt. The negotiator chuckled and George patted my shoulder in sympathy.

It was the first time I had felt the touch of my wife in over a year and it was going to be to receive a blowjob from her in front of four other men. The whole situation was very surreal, but I must admit that as her mouth descended over my penis it was hard as steel and aching to release a large build-up of cum.

My head went back and I sighed loudly as her tongue rolled over the head of my eager cock. It was the best blowjob Stephi had ever given me, not that she was bad at it before, but she had definitely learned some things since she'd been away. I just didn't want to think about how she'd learned them. I didn't last very long and a few minutes after it started it was over and I was filling her mouth with a thick load of my own cum.

Stephi milked and cleaned my cock too before putting it away. George had been talking to the man while she sucked me in Arabic and their discussion continued as she walked back over to the desk. "We're finally getting down to terms," George explained to me quickly. "Now he's arguing that she's a very important member of the household staff and that she's signed a lifetime contract. They want compensation to break it."

"I'll pay anything," I whispered to him.

"It's not money they're after," George whispered back, "or anything you could give them."

They continued talking while Stephi stood next to the desk with a kind of blank smile on her face. After a few minutes the negotiator stood and I thought we'd be done for the day but he and George were still talking. Instead he guided Stephi to stand in front of him and then bent her over the desk. He dropped his pants and nonchalantly started fucking my wife. The look of pure bliss on Stephi's face at having a cock inside her made my face burn with shame.

"He said he wanted to demonstrate how valuable she is to the household," George said to me. "I told him it wasn't necessary but he insisted."

The man's face was a mask of concentration as he pounded into her hard. George looked at me sympathetically but he was also watching the other guy fuck my wife. The two guards were smirking as if challenging me to object. I wanted to stand up and stop the whole thing but George kept a hand on my arm and the guards flashed their guns menacingly every once in a while. I'm sure my anger was easily readable on my face and the man's eyes were on me a lot as he fucked her.

He made it completely obvious when he was cumming in her too. Gasping and groaning much more than was necessary as he filled her with his seed then holding still with his body smashed up against hers while he finished. When he pulled out, Stephi immediately turned around and got down on her knees to clean his cum covered cock with her mouth. After she was finished the guy nodded to her and she came around to the other side of the desk and bent over it again so that her ass was pointed at me and George.

Stephi reached behind her and grabbed her butt cheeks spreading them open so that George and I could see her gash leaking the man's cum and the tighter hole nestled above that. George groaned beside me and tried not to look but his eyes kept drifting back. My own eyes were glued to the spot watching the cream seep out of my wife's hole and down her thighs. I wasn't sure what the negotiator was expecting; were we just supposed to watch or was this an invitation we couldn't refuse?

We sat there uncomfortably for several seconds. Then George patted my arm and turned to me. "I'm sorry," he apologized again before standing slowly. His cock was noticeably tenting his pants as he stood.

The negotiator had said nothing but smiled at us as he flopped down into his chair after buttoning up his pants. "Wait!" I said sharply to George. "Is this necessary? Must you...?"

George looked at me and shrugged. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I'm sorry...but she's offering...and I can't get my mind off the last time...so good..." he muttered as he walked towards her. Stephi heard him approach and turned her head back and smiled happily. I started to stand and one of the guards immediately stepped forward baring his gun and I stopped halfway before slumping back down into my chair. The whole purpose of the trip and meetings was to get Stephi back for me and my son; dying wouldn't serve anyone and besides, the slut exposing herself in front of me wasn't really my wife.

By the time he reached her, George had his pants open and his renewed erection clutched in his hand pointing straight out in front of him. He aimed it at her crinkly butt hole and pressed forward. It took a couple of tries but eventually Stephi let out a gasp of pleasure and George let go of his prick and grabbed her by the hips as he pushed it in past the head. It was hard to believe how easily she took it in without any lubrication but she definitely enjoyed the penetration.

George and to ease it in slowly at first but after a few in and out strokes he was fucking her ass just as quickly as the other guy had fucked her pussy. Stephi was groaning and gasping in pleasure as he drove his cock in and out. Every once in a while she'd turn her head around and smile at George. Her eyes caught mine a couple of times and she smiled at me as well.

Soon enough George let out a loud groan and his body jerked several times towards hers. He stood still behind her for several seconds with his only movement his flexing bottom as he filled her ass with his cum. After he removed his cock and backed away Stephi remained bent over the desk still holding the cheeks of her bottom open displaying herself now with both holes leaking cum.

George ambled back to his chair guiltily while the negotiator said something. "He says the terms are acceptable," George translated for me. He had a hard time looking me in the eye. "We can return for her tomorrow morning," he said with a sigh.

Stephi was led away while he spoke and the negotiator followed her out. George glumly led me out after they had gone and we rode back to my hotel in silence. A couple of times during the short drive he started to speak, I assume to apologize again, but each time thought better of it and bit his tongue. When he dropped me off he said he'd see me in the morning and that the next day would be a better happier day.

It definitely started out a better day. During the night I managed to put aside all that I had seen and heard Stephi do and was looking forward to reuniting and bringing her home. This time we weren't allowed to enter the mansion but were made to wait outside while they brought Stephi out to us. George and I stood there with security for several minutes before she came out escorted by a couple of armed men. She was still naked and although she looked clean from head to toe it was quite obvious from the tired look in her eyes, the puffiness of her pussy lips, and the red marks covering her body that she had been well and truly fucked all night long.

Both George and I stared for a few seconds before one of the men pushed her towards us. George recovered his senses enough to put his suit coat around her shoulders to cover her as much as he could. I gave Stephi a big hug which she returned warmly although I could tell she still didn't know who I was and she was a little more amorous than was decent in public. "I belong to you now?" she asked.

I didn't know what to say and as I stammered over my words George answered for me. "Yes, you do," he said quickly. "Let's just get her in the car quickly," he murmured to me. "You can explain everything to her later but I think we should get away from them," he said motioning his head towards the armed men.

I agreed and steered Stephi towards the car holding my breath. George climbed in the back first, then Stephi, and I climbed in last. The ride to the hotel was uneventful and spent mostly in silence. I tried a few times to talk to Stephi to see how much of my wife was still left in there but didn't get anywhere. I realized a problem when we got to the hotel. George's coat didn't cover Stephi enough for her to walk through the lobby and down the halls to my room.

"Why don't you get a robe from your room?" George suggested.

It was a good idea. I'd seen many guests walking to and from the pool in robes over their bathing suits. The state department had gotten me a suite near the top of the hotel so it took several minutes for me to get to my floor in the elevator. When I got back down to the front of the hotel the car was gone. I cursed and looked around bewildered. Eventually I spotted the car out in the middle of the parking lot and assumed they had been forced to move by the hotel staff.

I walked across the hot pavement with the robe tucked under my arm as quickly as I could without running. The sedan was rocking quite a bit as I approached but the windows were so heavily tinted it was impossible to see inside. I tried the door but it was locked so I naively knocked on the window. I stood waiting there for several seconds watching the still rocking car before I put my ear to one of the back windows.

I could hear the muffled grunts of a man exerting himself along with the undeniable squeals of my wife and it finally dawned on me what was going on inside the car. My face turned red with embarrassment and anger. I quickly looked around to see if anyone else noticed the rocking of the car but there were very few people about and they were all too engrossed in their own business to pay attention to a random car in a hotel parking lot.

I banged on the window heavily but still got no response. The car started rocking harder and I debated what to do. Should I just stand there quietly until they finished or start making more noise and possibly draw attention to myself? There was no way I was going to be able to get into a car that was designed for security and I had no wish to suffer the embarrassment of others finding out what was happening to my wife inside so I stood there fuming quietly.

After several minutes the car stopped rocking but it still didn't open up. I knocked again but still nothing. Then the car moved some more and reminded me of the way cars moved when my friends and I would climb from the front seat to the back when we were kids in high school. A second later the car started rocking rhythmically again. My palm found my face as I realized I'd be waiting even longer.

I had to stand there for several more minutes until it stopped rocking again then the car moved around again as the occupants went back to their original positions. The doors finally unlocked audibly and I quickly opened the door. Stephi was sitting with a smile on her face while George looked guilty but nothing was said. The driver never acknowledged me at all. I climbed in and handed Stephi the robe to put on while we drove back around to the hotel lobby.

The valets were a little surprised to see Stephi emerge from the sedan with bare feet and a robe but they didn't comment. As we left George he called out to me that someone would bring a temporary passport for Stephi in the morning as well as some clothes and our plane tickets home.

Stephi was easily led to my room and did everything I asked of her. I quickly figured out that she would follow my commands no matter what they were as if she had no free will of her own. Back then I lamented the loss of her free will and vowed to do everything in my power to help her get it back but if I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have been so determined.

I'm a little ashamed to admit that I had sex with her that night even though I knew it didn't hold any meaning for her. I had tried to explain to her that I was her husband but she had no knowledge of the concept of marriage. All she understood was that I was the man she was with at the moment and she was going to do anything to please me.

When we got back home I thought maybe the sight of our son would help her memory but it didn't. I started her on therapy immediately and she responded well. She quickly regained her sense of self but I learned later that was the least of her problems. Before she realized her free will I could control her, keep her at home, and not worry she was going to proposition every man she came across. With her free will came her memory but unfortunately the behavioral conditioning remained.

I had been so happy to get "my" Stephi back that I ignored some of the warning signs. She was very enthusiastic during sex and flirted with every man she came into contact with including my father. But it wasn't until she ran off that I realized the full implications of her conditioning. I remember when the police called after they found her car. They had gone into the sex shop to see if she was inside and had found a very willing Stephi giving blowjobs through a glory hole and since she was an adult who hadn't been taken against her will they didn't take her away. I was actually lucky they took pity on her and didn't arrest her for public indecency.

They did tell her to stop and informed me of her location. When I arrived she was getting ready to leave with a couple of the store's patrons heading God knows where. There was cum plastered all over her face and hair and the guys she was with were rather rough looking. The police were still there making sure Stephi didn't continue her activity in public so I felt confident extracting her from the group of men.

The guys were, of course, disappointed and so was my wife and when she objected to going with me the police actually intervened on her side. I was shoved into the back of the police cruiser and Stephi was driving away with a couple guys in her car and another car full following behind. After they were gone the police let me go but warned me that next time they'd take me in for domestic violence.

I went inside the shop and after talking to a couple of the employees I found out that Stephi and the guys were heading to a hotel a few minutes away. I drove there as quickly as I could. To call the place a hotel was being generous. It was rundown and looked like the kind of place that charged by the hour. I went into the rental office and gave the guy behind the desk a description of Stephi and asked what room she was in.

"Oh! The slut," he said. "You're here for the gang bang? They said there'd be more guys coming. Going to head to the room myself after I close the office up."

He gave me the room number and I ran over there as fast as I could. I could hear pretty raucous noise coming from the room. I knocked loudly but without banging angrily. The door opened and luckily the guy who opened it didn't look closely at me or recognize me from the encounter earlier. Stephi was on her hands and knees on the lone bed in the room. One guy was pounding into her from behind while another was feeding his cock down her throat. All of the other guys were in various states of undress and most had their phones out recording the action.

They were all so intent on Stephi that is was about a minute before any of them recognized me. When they did I wound up shoved against a wall by one guy while another twisted my arm behind my back. Stephi stopped sucking the cock in her mouth long enough to say "Honey, why don't you just leave. I'll be home in the morning. Or stay and don't interrupt." Then she went back to noisily sucking the dick in front of her.

I didn't want to leave her there alone with those guys and if I started fighting them I'd just get myself beat up and thrown in jail so I relaxed and the guys slowly let me go. I turned back around toward the action on the bed and looked for a second before sliding down the wall to the floor and hanging my head in shame and defeat.

She sucked and fucked for hours. I guess those couple weeks without any cock but mine had really gotten to her. I'm not sure how many guys she took on because they kept coming and going from the room. The guy from the hotel office showed up as did the two cops from the adult store parking lot; off duty but still in uniform. At first I thought they might have been responding to a noise complaint and would break the party up but instead they started shucking their uniforms after watching for a minute.

It wasn't until late the next morning that the guys started to leave. I guess they either had other places they needed to be or her pussy had become so loose and sloppy that they started to lose interest. Eventually Stephi and I were alone and I convinced her to get in my car with me and go home. I didn't trust her to drive her own and actually head home.