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I pounded down the hallway, turned back as I hit a deadend. Then down two flights of stairs, through a reception and I was in a street. I didn't recognise it. Fuck where was I? With no mobile phone I felt naked. I couldn't call anyone for help, I couldn't use maps, pay for anything. I started walking in a random direction, trying to find something to get my bearings. All the while worrying if Emily was ok.
I didn't even know what time it was and of the few people around none were someone that I wanted to approach. I double backed past the hotel that I was just in, I took the odd turn here and there before I started to recognise roughly where I was. There was the fecking theatre that started this all off. The left turn that set us off on our trip to hell.
I picked up the pace to a small jog once I'd started to work out how to get back to safety and was in the hotel room in minutes, after getting a new key from the front desk.
First thing I noticed was that Emily wasn't here. Instantly panic set in and my heart started to race. My phone was on the bed as was my watch. Suddenly feeling more complete with them on, I checked for messages or missed calls. There were none.
Taking in the room, my head spinning, what do I do now? Where was she? Could I get back to the hotel I was in? Should I phone the cops on the way there?
I then noticed a small box on a shelf under the TV. Opening it I recoiled in shock. It was a treasure trove of drug shit. I flew back from it, landing on the bed on my ass. What the fuck was that there for? Christ did they expect me to? Oh god no. And where the fuck was my wife. Somehow at that moment my mind noticed the damp patch that was now forming on my jeans pocket.
I found myself pulling my wifes knickers out, amazed that they'd soaked through my jeans. I held them in my hand and just stared at them. This was a clear reminder that what had just happened was real. Too real.
I then shocked myself as I realised that my cock was starting to ache and grow again. The feel of the juices now on my fingers. What was she doing right now? I tried to shake the feelings. Tried to get myself back to what I should be doing. But my mind kept leaping back to Mr Mo and the others that had taken my wife from me.
What had those bitches said, 'She's one of us now'. Fuck why did I like hearing that. FUUUCCCCK.
I looked back at the drug box, still open. From this new angle I could see something in the lid. I stood and pulled it out. It was a card, white with a hand written note on it that simply said
She'll need this when she's done.
- COMMENTS
Blackjack666about 1 month agoPuh, this is a really dark and hot tale. As usual had to read it fast and partly at first then have it sink in before I started reading it slowly back and force. Now I have translated it to my wife. She agrees that this is about the scene NH wanted to show us as hot as possible and that it should end here.
We really enjoyed it!!
auhound49about 2 months agoThis is a nice story line as Mr. Mo seems to be plotting Emily's impregnation, turning her into a breeding whore, a prostitute for both sex and procreation. Have her rent out not only her vagina but her uterus as well. Most excellent!
Now we get to see what happens. Does Emily get the morning after pill? Is all birth control for her now banned? How soon does Claire find out and start working with her mom? Is Claire also impregnated?
Please take this at least through testing for pregnancy by both Emily and Claire and hopefully through both births. I wonder if the bastards from random paid fucks get takenfrom both by Mo and friends.
debbie2freeabout 2 months agoi dont see the horror so many other places this could go.. sorry it was a good story though
Emmeluringenabout 2 months agoThis is perfect! But I hate that this is the end. I'd love to know where this would lead!
GreyDuckabout 2 months ago"Depraved eroticism" describes this to a tee! Very hot and well-written. I do like how the husband at least recognizes the danger for Emily and puts up some semblance of a struggle - at least in his head.
please keep writing!!
Ambulabout 2 months agoWow! Even though the author’s stories are very repetitive in their overall trajectory, each one is a gem of depraved eroticism. As in all his stories, Emily becomes drug-addicted and cannot get enough cock in her. In this story Chris is a close-in voyeur, which is what he really wants. He wants to see his wife turned into a junkie whore, a sex object, good only to please strange men for money. Emily will come back to their hotel room, but her life has changed. She will take the drugs left for her and will return to the street with the other whores that night for drug fixes and cock. Emily is one of them now. She will not return to their home. The story, like the author’s stories, do not have an emotional pull, but they do have a powerful and almost magnetic pull. Emily seemingly has lost her humanity, has become just a receptacle for cock and drugs. Her inexorable and willing descent into a life of depravity where normal rules no longer apply is described in detail. The inevitable end, if one can call it that, and the new life for Emily, now a junkie whore, has narrowed to one of fucking strange men for money, getting high from coke, meth, and heroin, and getting cock-induced orgasms. In this world, STDs, pregnancy, and her former life are of no concern. Brilliant writing. I would love to read a story where beautiful and very big-breasted Emily goes on an entirely new adventure that is not quite so dark and where the end could be surprising.
