wife used for pleasure of boss and gang
Hi everyone,
some time ago someone started to write a story about my wife "maja".
Unfortunately I lost his name and e-mail but still have the first part of that story.
I post it here and hope, that someone or more of the readers will continue it.
From part to part I will post pics of my wife "maja" to give you a good look at her.
If you have special wishes or just pm or mail me.
Here comes the first part - please continue ( different versions are welcomed )................ !!!
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Heavily used wife
- Wife used for pleasure of boss and gang -
Maja had to be talked into going to the party Friday night by her husband Peter. His promotion to Vice-President of the firm depended on it, he said; all the executives would be there, and he had to make a good impression. He thought it was amazing that they were still considering him for the job, considering his role in the loss of the Daimler account. But twenty years of hard work didn't count for nothing.
It was the largest house Maja had ever been in as a guest. They were met at the door by a butler, and Maja was glad she had dressed in her best, a gold lame dress with a plunging neckline. A waiter handed each of them a glass of champagne as soon as their coats were off, and suddenly Maja found herself getting very, very drowsy. It was a lm o st as i f so m e bo d y h a d p u t s o m e th i n g . . .
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From far away, Maja heard laughter. Her arms hurt. It was dark. Where was she? The room was cold and she felt her nipples getting stiff. Oh my god! She realized that there was nothing covering her nipples, nor indeed her whole body. Maja tried to pull her hands down to cover herself. That's when she realized that she was hanging by her wrists. Maja was bound naked in a dark room. Her feet touched the floor, but they were tied wide, leaving her little room for movement. She tried to scream, but her mouth was gagged. Suddenly, Maja was very, very frightened. Bound naked and gagged in a dark room, sweat began to drip down her sides in spite of the cool air. What had happened to her?
From somewhere behind her, a door opened. Maja could see the flash of light from outside, she could hear voices and the stamping of feet. Men had entered the room. Many men. A light was switched on, and from behind Maja heard a chorus of male voices in laughter and applause as they must have caught sight of her. "There's the bitch!" said one. "Not much of an ass, if you ask me," said another. Maja now saw that she was in a huge room, like a gymnasium, with wooden floors and odd exercise equipment on the walls and floor.
She could hear their nasty comments as they caught sight of her bound and nude body. Most spoke in German, but she also heard a lot of English, and some French. Then she caught her breath; one of the voices was definitely female! Maja heard scraping of chairs from the sides of the room, and she realized that they had made a semi-circle behind her, with her in the center. Beads of sweat formed under her arms, and began to drip down her sides.
Maja tried to turn her head to see, but as she did so a large TV screen in front of her came to life. It showed her husband Peter, sitting in a chair. He looked unconscious. From behind her she heard the sounds of chairs being adjusted on the wooden floor as men began to sit. On the screen a man, about 50 years old, came into her view and advanced to where Peter was sitting. He opened a bag he had, like an old-fashioned doctor's bag. He withdrew a syringe and poked Peter in the arm with it. Soon Peter began to awaken.
"Peter," said the man on the screen, slapping Peter’s face lightly. "Peter, can you hear me?"
Peter awoke slowly; then his eyes focused. "Herr Hartmann," he said, a bit groggily. "What -- where am I?"
"You're at my house Peter. You came to my party, remember? You passed must have passed out."
"What -- where -- "
"Listen, Peter, there's not much time. I invited you here tonight because I need you to make a decision, a decision about your future. Frankly, after that Daimler mess, there were many in the board room who wanted to fire you right away. But I talked them out of it Peter, at least for now. In fact, I may still be willing to make you a vice-president, under certain conditions."
Peter was more alert now; the drug was working fast. "Of course, Herr Hartmann. You know I'll do anything to help the company."
"It's not what is good for the company that I'm speaking about Peter," said his boss. "It's what's good for me personally. The decision is mine alone, and it all depends on your decision. If you want the promotion, Peter, I want something from you in return. I want Maja for the weekend."
Maja felt as though she had been kicked in the gut. Hanging naked in a room full of strangers, the insidious plot of Herr Hartmann was now all to clear to her. But Maja knew that Peter would never agree to such a thing.
"Want Maja?" asked Peter, genuinely bewildered. "For what? What do you mean?"
"I want Maja for sex, Peter. In any way I want to use her, for the entire weekend."
"You must be joking!" said Peter. "In the first place, she'd never agree. And in the second -- well, you must be joking!"
"Maja has already agreed, Peter, provided you do." In the gymnasium, Maja screamed into her gag and shook her head, but it only caused a rippling of laughter from the men behind her. The scene on the television screen continued as Herr Hartmann paced in front of Peter.
"Let me be perfectly clear what's at stake here, Peter. If you agree, Monday morning you will walk into work as our newest vice-president, and with a fat raise too. If not, you won't walk into work Monday at all. I can't protect your career forever, Peter, and there are plenty of men who want your head on a platter."
"Maja's already agreed?" asked Peter. "I can't believe it. Let me speak to her."
"I'm afraid she's tied up at the moment," said Herr Hartmann, and the men in the gymnasium erupted in laughter at the pun.
"My god!" squeaked Peter in an unnaturally high voice.
What is your decision?"
In the gym, Maja struggled in her bondage to no avail. Please, she thought, please no!
On screen, Peter took a hard swallow. "I -- " he began. Herr Hartmann could see Peter begin to waver. "I agree," he said in a tiny voice.
Maja screamed into her gag, and the men behind her applauded.
"Good," said Herr Hartmann. At that point, the screen in the gym went dark.
There was a shuffling on the floor as Maja sobbed in her nude bondage. What had they done to Peter? And what would happen to her now? As if to answer the question, a man appeared in front of her in the gym, and Maja was shocked to see that it was Herr Hartmann, in the flesh, standing in front of her.
"What you have all just seen," said Herr Hartmann in a voice loud enough to be heard by everyone, "was taped about an hour ago. You have all seen Peter give away the sexual favors of his wife, in exchange for money. So it only remains to be seen if Maja herself will agree to be used by me -- and by my friends -- for the weekend." There was applause from the men behind her, and Maja wanted to die of shame. Herr Hartmann approached and spoke quietly in Maja's ear.
"Hello, slut," he said quietly. "I don't really care what you do or say, because you're going to be used as my sex toy this weekend whether you like it or not. But if you're a sensible slut, you're going to nod your head right now, just like you were agreeing to be my bitch. Nod your head if you agree."
Maja sobbed, and her head nodded a little. "Nod bigger than that, Maja, so everyone can see," said Herr Hartmann quietly.
Maja knew that she was defeated; he was too smart, and had obviously planned everything too carefully. She nodded her head up and down, and Herr Hartmann announced, "Maja has agreed!" Once again applause erupted from the audience. As jokes about her small tits and slender ass were being yelled from the audience, Herr Hartmann whispered, "You're mine now, bitch. You're my sex slave for the weekend. Just make sure you obey, and things will go much better for you."
At that moment, a man in a wheelchair was pushed to the front of the room, and turned to face Maja. She inhaled sharply as she realized it was Peter. He was naked, and his ankles and wrists were tied to the chair. Like Maja, he was gagged.
Bound naked and open legged, Maja wanted to die of shame as she saw Peter recognize her; she wondered how long he had been in the room, and whether he had seen her nod. But she was beginning to understand the depth of Herr Hartmann's depravity, and she felt certain that he had, thanks to their host.
Herr Hartmann turned to Peter. "I thought you might like to see what I do with my sex slaves, Peter," he said. "Both Maja and I will be watching your cock tonight, to see if you are aroused by any of the things I'm going to do to your wife. If so, I'm sure you'll want her to perform the same services for you once you get home. Won't that be fun, Peter? And I'm sure Maja will enjoy it too. After all, she can hardly deny any sexual service to her husband that she has willingly performed for a stranger. Or a group of strangers!"
Herr Hartmann pulled a sheet off of an object standing in front of Maja, and she gasped. It was a video camera, standing on a tripod. He flicked a switch, and Maja saw the red light came on. Her bound nudity was being caught on tape for posterity.
