My hand holding the storage reefer hovered momentarily in front of the U.S.B port of the information processing system. Did I want to watch what it might contain ? Could I bear to watch what it might conceal ? To what deepness of depravity would my wife have plummeted this clock time, if indeed it was what I feared it to be ? Nevertheless, stomach churning, I steeled myself and inserted it.
The same elbow room - this time though, only 1 chair. Same threadbare carpet, covered once again with a clear polythene sheet. To the rachis of the way though, a wooden table now stood. On it was some sort of methamphetamine hydrochloride bowl, hind end of beer, an raiment of penis shaped dildoes of various sizing, a knife and what looked like a coiled up leather belt ammunition.
As I looked on, a rather amateurish statute title scrolled vertically up the screen,'No way to regale a madam,'it read ! There followed the auditory sensation of base scuffing over the polythene, presumably from behind the camera, and then a man appeared. Not the man Alex or indeed Chas, but somebody else. He looked well over 6 feet magniloquent and had short, but clearly grey, cropped hair. Like Alex before him, his tummy was vast and was clearly seeable, hanging obscenely over the waistband of his dim joggers. The Theodore Harold White stained tee-shirt which barely covered his torso, revealed a pair of gorilla like arms, muscular and covered in thick hair's-breadth. On his feet was a pair of worn white trainers. Only as he moved towards the chair, did his typeface become clearly visible. He looked considerably older than Alex and Chas. Grey chaff covered his weather beaten, wrinkled facial expression and as he smiled at the camera his unfastened mouth revealed a set of teeth, scandalmongering and stained, presumably by yr of smoking. What was most striking to me though, as I sat there watching, was how lots he resembled Ellen's father. It wasn't him of course, but the similarity, at least facially, was unmistakeable !
He sat heavily down in the chairperson and after some mumbled delivery from behind the camera he was seen to grin lasciviously at something to the left of the lens, his eyes taking on a rather menacing look.
‘ What the shtup is this ?'questioned his gruff vox, again with a clear Scottish accent,'Get yourself over here, now !'
shoe shuffled on the polythene and, as before, a woman's figure appeared with her spinal column to the camera. Of class, I immediately knew - it was Ellen !
‘ base in front of me and then turn to face the camera !'he ordered.
She quickly complied which allowed me to see her more clearly. She looked absolutely stunning ! An elegant white dress cut to about stifle length and made of some silky, expensive looking material, covered her
slim, 30 class old body. It was fitted, accentuating both her hips and her gorgeous 36C tit. The sleeves were long and its neck open, revealing Ellen's supple shoulders. On her legs, Edward Douglas White Jr. stockings, probably hold ups, as no air were seeable through the dress itself. On her feet were a pair of silver, open- toed, luxuriously heeled place.
Her hair was tied up and her morose mascara and Bourgogne lip rouge were a double-dyed compliment to her amazing unclutter blue eyes - the char I loved, preparing to submit herself to….well to what ?
I wasn't going to take in to await long to detect out !
‘ well, doesn't it look graceful ? Just like a Lady ! But you can't be a dame - not in these surroundings ! So what are you here for ? ‘ he demanded.
‘ Whatever Sir wants,'was her rather nervous response.
‘ I thought so….You're no madam at all are you ? You're nothing but a fuckin'fornicatress ! That's what I'm gon na bid you and that's how I'm gon na plow you !'
And with that he took clutch of her face in his Brobdingnagian mightily hand and spat a vast gob of spit in her face. It hit her between the eyes and ran quickly down her nose before dangling obscenely from its tip.
‘ You know, fornicatress ? I'm a bonk roughshod bastard. I love using flake of fuckin'meat like you ! I'm going to demean you totally. If you don't do exactly what I say immediately, I'll hit you…hard - maybe with my handwriting or maybe with that belt there on the table. You got that, slattern ?'he shouted.
‘ Yes, Sir I do !'was her blue-belly, almost breathtaking reply.
I wasn't sure I wanted to see any more of this, but the fact that she appeared to be a more than willing participant in it all, enabled me to go forward. The man in the film did indeed see hugely menacing. He towered over Ellen and there would certainly be nothing she could do to resist, even if she wanted to.
On the screen, Ellen's tormenter began to speak again. ‘ Get down on your hands and knees and start licking my shoes !'
My wife dropped immediately and, sideways on to the camera, she stooped her head and began to bat the toe of his left trainer. As the television camera had revealed earlier, his trainer were worn and very dirty with lacing frayed and stained through neglect.
‘ livelihood your slutty ass up ! Now suck the laces ! learn them in your backtalk and fucking make it well-defined you're enjoying it !'he ordered.
Clear groan of taste came from my wife's back talk.
Ellen continued licking his flight simulator, responding without disinclination to his various dictation. At one point he lifted up his foundation and demanded that she lick the sole, and she complied eagerly. The photographic camera caught the lewd grin on his fount as he watched her.
‘ You fuckin'worthless slice of shit !'he sneered, ‘ Stop ! crawl over to the table and bring back that thick pink dildo. Bring it back in your oral fissure !'
Ellen turned and made for the tabular array and as she did, the man slapped her ass hard to place her on her way. The camera followed her as she knelt up and took the dildo in her mouthpiece, which was difficult, as it was very heavyset. As she turned, it slipped from her tooth and fell to the floor.
‘ You fuckin'ungainly fornicatress ! I'm going to beat your pussy with it now. Get it back in your mouth and get over here !'was the angry answer to Ellen's mistake.
As she returned to the man, the photographic camera revealed that he was sat down on the bound of the chair and his pull up stakes foot was now bereft of both trainer and sock. His toes were gnarled and hairy with nails yellow and unmown. His base too looked dirty. The camera zoomed in on it as if to accentuate for any viewer, just how filthy they actually were.
‘ Slut, you're going to work between my toes and suck on my foot until I tell you to stop. move over me the dildo !'
Ellen obeyed.
‘ Back on your knees, head down, and startle sucking on my big toe !'he ordered.
Ellen set to her task and the tv camera stayed in close as her natural language began to lick at the yellow nail before taking the whole digit between her rim and beginning to slurp. She gagged briefly but then continued with apparent relish.
The sight was just unbelievable. An elegantly dressed female, my wife, on her stifle in front of a dirty vile looking man, abasing herself totally - what drove her to do this ? It was quite incomprehensible !
The man, ( he still had no epithet ) leant over her dorsum and whipped up the hem of her white dress, revealing her stocking fit out ramification and lilliputian tweed g-string to my heart. He then began smacking Ellen's ass with the dildo. He swung it hard and bought it back down with veridical force. Each whang forced Ellen's mouth far onto his toe - but she didn't stop. After a min or so he shouted,'Spread your knee joint !'
Without hesitation Ellen obeyed and then he began to strike her between the legs. As the material of her panty was pushed closer and Thomas More snugly into her slit by each sequent blow, it became discharge that her cunt was becoming increasingly wet - she was turned on by his treatment ! How ? Why ? I had no answer !
‘ You like that don't you, slut ?'
‘ Mmmmm,'was Ellen's response.
The man then stood up and range my wife to open her mouth wide.
‘ I'm going to put all my toes in your slutty mouth at once. I'm gon na Force your mouth blanket open !'The camera zoomed in to enamor the bit in closing curtain up ! Ellen's tiny mouth and beautifully decorated red sassing being forced open and violated by a dirty pes, As he forced his toes in, the piddling toe caught on the side of her lip. She winced and he immediately slapped her ass with his Brobdingnagian right hand, ‘ Shut the ass up !'he shouted.
Saliva escaped her backtalk, as she tried to take in and make clean his toes. Clearly she was struggling though.
Now the camera zoomed out to disclose the man pulling out his flabby putz from his trousers. It was circumcised with a immense, thickened helmet. Suddenly he began to spray a powerful flow of piss at my wife's head and back. It splashed over her dress, staining it immediately yellow. Hell it looked strong. He varied the direction ensuring that his piss stream fell over most of Ellen's back.
‘ In 10 seconds you will lift your mind and take my piss directly into your face, slovenly woman. I'm going to start count in my head. If you lift your point too other I'm going to beat your ass. If you lift your fountainhead too late, I'm going to make water into your open eyes.'
Ellen made no motility but continued to slurp on his feet. I had no idea, watching, when the 10 second base would be up, but eventually Ellen lifted her mind and looked into the man's look, taking his powerful stream of take a leak directly into her own.
‘ Too early, Slut !'he said triumphantly and he immediately cut the flow of urine.
‘ Don't fuckin'relocation !'he demanded before moving toward the tabular array and picking up the knife and knock.
What was he going to do ? Clearly he wasn't going to hurt her. I had never seen any First Baron Marks of Broughton on Ellen's soundbox. Though on her returns from Edinburgh, she would always sleep in the dispense with room for a week or so. It was part of her routine for recovering from her round of clinical depression. I had always gone along with it because once she returned to our marital bed, our sex life was always healthy. I didn't see it as threatening in any way. let down yes, but not threatening !.
On the cover the man was now standing over Ellen again.
‘ bandstand up !'he ordered.'I'm going to rip through your clothes now before I beat that ass hard !'
He placed the blade of the tongue at the neck opening of Ellen's dress and then sliced down to the hem splitting it quickly into two. He then yanked her bra cups off of her tits and cut through the strap at the back allowing her fabulous white meat to flop out.
‘ Great tits. I'm going to enjoy abusing them. Now bend over at the waist and give your fuckin'legs !'he shouted.
He then put the vane of the knife to the gusset of her pantie and pushed gently, forcing the material into her twat a picayune. He shifted the brand so that the tip made a hole in the flimsy material and then, laughing, he sawed, creating a slit that revealed my wife's wet dent to the camera lens. Finally, done with toying, he cut the scanty in two and they fell to the polyethylene covered carpet. Ellen was now clad only in stockings and shoes. These though, he must have decided to proceed on for a while, as he then said,'rightfulness you fuckin'fancy woman, I'm going to whip your ass with the belt. 20 thong. On the floor - ass up, knees spread, head and chest down. You will thank me after each whiplash ! Got it, fornicatress ?'
‘ Yes, Sir !'was Ellen's meek reply.
He wrapped the warp around his huge fist, leaving the remainder of the leather strap hanging threateningly above Ellen's exposed ass. He delicately drew the end of the belt across each of her peachy Caucasian globes, before lifting his arm and bringing the leather down hard onto her powerful cheek. Ellen visibly jumped, but remembered to count. The end of the belt ammunition had left a long red line down the spine of her justly thigh.
The next stroke lashed her left field buttock and again he made sure that the thigh too was struck. I could see her leg and ass trembling clearly on the screenland but she continued to count.
Each lash seemed to be voiceless and more quickly delivered As he reached the final blow, Ellens ass and the crown of her ramification were covered in raised red stripes. Yet she had remained in position throughout and counted every shot !
‘ Say thankyou, hussy !'the man commanded.
‘ Thankyou, captain, for beating my ass,'my wife obediently replied.
‘ Sit up and kiss the rap. thank it for whipping you too !'
Ellen raised herself and administered a few kisses to the dangling end of the belt before saying,'Thankyou.'

Just then, from behind the tv camera there came the auditory sensation of part - male person voices and quickly, from the left hand of the screen, appeared 4 fully dressed men - the owners of those voices. They all looked middle aged and were of various builds - 3 were white and 1 was non-white skinned.
‘ Ah, Gentlemen, you're here at end. well don't waste material time. The bowl is over there. Get your pecker out and I'll get the loose woman to wreak it over to you !'
All 4 immediately began to unzip and extract out their cocks whilst making crude input about Ellen.
‘ Do we get to have it away her Frank ?'asked one.
‘ No, sorry, Boys. Even I don't get to do that ! You're only here for your piss I'm afraid. gaffer'Holy Order !'
The gaffer being I assumed now, Stacey - Ellen's best ally ! She was it seemed behind all this. Did she throw some handle over Ellen ? What on earth was the fundament of their relationship, that it oversaw what I was now witnessing on the filmdom in front of me ?

The man, whose name I now knew was Frank, then ordered Ellen over to the mesa to fetch the glass bowl.
As she crawled over, the others saw her raw ass.
‘ Fuck hotdog you've given her a ripe beating. Looks like we were a footling too late today !'moaned the wickedness skinned man.
Laughing, dog then spoke again, ‘ Right, trollop you will kneel in front of each of these friends of mine and hold the bowl underneath them while they piss into it. They've all spent a few hour down the pub and have loads for you. If they decide to spray your face, you will not go. If they want to piss into your sass, they can, but you are not to accept any of it. It all goes into the sports stadium. You will thank them once they are finished ! Got that ?'
‘ Yes, Sir.'Ellen meekly replied.
The dark skinned man was first. His stopcock was slurred and seemed partially upright. He pointed it into the bowl and began to release a mightily, dark orange stream of rank looking urine, which splashed constantly up into Ellen's face and over her hands. Peals of laughter rang out from all the witness.
‘ Open your rima oris, Slut. I want to piss in it !'demanded the man.
Ellen opened wide and he immediately directed the powerful sprayer towards the back of her throat. I could try the Echo of his piss in the sound chamber of her back talk and lips.
‘ Don't you dare swallow any !'reminded Frank.
dank orange liquid flowed from Ellen's sass and began quickly to fill the bowlful. The man then directed his stream into Ellen's eye. She closed them. Frank saw this and hit her concentrated across the brass. ‘ outdoors your fuckin'eyes, jade. If my mates want to make into your eyes, then you let them. keep out them again and I'll get them to piss straight down your pharynx and choking coil you !'
Again the room was filled with menacing laugh. My wife, in front of my own eyes was now a plaything, no, a bequeath toy, for 5 strange men. Why had she done this ? What pleasance, what need did this provide ?
The men constantly made foul commentary about what they would like to do with Ellen's body and as each man took his turn to piss into the bowl, the others would slap her ass or draw out her pass back and spit directly into her font and, as her head returned to its place over the stadium, the saliva would drool into the rapidly growing yellow soup which filled it.
As the terminal man began to piss, Frank bent down and spread Ellen's ass cheeks wide apart and said, ‘ George VI, push the head of that garden pink dildo into the slattern's ass !'
George III willingly complied with the request. He placed the drumhead at Ellen's undefendable golf hole and simply bear on hard rotating it as he did so. There was piddling response from Ellen only a piffling pushing outwards from her book binding to make it easier for him. She wanted it ! The head disappeared rapidly past her sphincter but then the man stopped pushing and, in reception to Frank again, he retracted the headspring - the final stage pisser had finished !
The pipe bowl must experience been very heavy by now, but Ellen still knelt dutifully holding it. Her shuffling up was a mess and her whisker soaking wet.
‘ What was going to happen now ?'I thought to myself.
I didn't have long to wait.
‘ Put the bowling ball on the flooring, adulteress !'wiener shouted.
‘ What you gon na do, Frank ?'asked the wickedness skinned man.
‘ Watch fellas !'whereupon he placed his justly hired man behind my wife's head and pushed it face first into the bowl. He held it there for a patch. Ellen let him, without resistance. He then lifted her head briefly before plunging it back in again, this prison term for what seemed a longer catamenia. Ellen began to wriggle and he released her once more.
‘ Say thankyou, adulteress !'he ordered. Naturally Ellen obeyed, piss cyclosis from her fuzz and down her face.
‘ Now watch, Boys.'frankfurter continued,'Slut, pour the unanimous sports stadium over your own drumhead !'
Amazingly, as I watched open mouthed, my gorgeous married woman lifted a bowl of the rank and file piss of 4 men and proceeded to rain buckets it over her own head. It made a huge spatter sound as it hit the polyethylene covering the floor.
Piss ran in runnel down her body. Her whisker was plastered to her head and the urine poured from it. She blew hard as the liquid ran into her back talk, enabling her to breathe once again.
‘ Look at the fuckin'filthy adulteress ! Covered in pee-pee - she loves- it don't you, pussy ?'
Ellen replied with a sultry. ‘ Yes, Sir I do !'
‘ Perhaps next time you can drink it ?'he replied.
‘ Next time ?'I thought. So there were even More episodes like this. No question tying in with every trip to Scotland - and there were so many !
No dubiety there were even more on this magnetic disc ? Would I have the breadbasket to watch them ? How much Thomas More depraved would they get ? Once again, I was about to find out !
dorsum on the screen the other men had departed leaving Ellen once again with Frank.
‘ Now, Slut, I'm almost quick. Last time, I believe, it was in your hands. This fourth dimension, so I'm told, it's to be on your tits. Is that redress ? secernate your Uncle hotdog exactly where you would like him to dump his shit. separate the camera exactly where you want me to miss my filthy shit !'
The camera zoomed in on Ellen's soaked face as she said.'Please can Sir squat over my tits and brood them with your shit ?'And will Sir reserve me to push my glossa into his anus to help him ?
I was quite thunderstruck now ! However I also felt a unusual inspiration in my own cock. Surely I wasn't being turned on by this- Ellen saying these disgusting things. Ellen urging a terminated ( or so I presumed ) stranger to defacate over her fabulous body. And yet the strait of her voice was always a turn on for me. Its huskiness was one of the start thing that attracted me to her. Despite what she was asking for, I was somehow becoming aroused. But surely not by watching this man shit on her ?
On screen door Ellen was now lying prone in the peeing covered trading floor, with Frank's SOB hovering over her face. The fingers of her right hand were in her bitch massaging her clit. She was getting organise to cum just as in the earlier film.
‘ Right Slut - tongue in. I won't be long now !'whereupon Frank dropped his ass lower allowing my married woman to push her tongue into his jam. She purred as she did so, her finger working even more frantically at her clitoris.
This continued for a few arcsecond before Frank suggested that the photographic camera zoomed in on his ass. The mess was opening now like a flush revealing to my gaze the brown mess within, which was just beginning to egress.
‘ I want to stool in her mouth !'urged Frank to the camera or rather the person behind it. ‘
‘ I'm working on it !'came Stacey's reply,'but not now - we have to hold, you know that. Now stop spoiling the action and get your ass over those tits.
hotdog complied shifting stance and allowing the tv camera to zoom in even closer. His asshole was now fully distended and the emerging log had reached its spacious point. Slowly, very slowly, its forward motion retarded no question by frank's deliberate squeezing of his sphincter, the horseshit log slipped out. About 6 in had emerged before it finally broke and dropped onto Ellen's left breast, smearing it with brown slime. I could see moan from her pharynx - she was cumming ! More squeezed out, this metre dropping onto her properly boob. hot dog continued to push as loose Brown shit fell onto Ellens'chest.
Finally finished frank stood up, leaving only Ellen, who removed her hand from her cunt and brought it up to the great deal on her tits and, scooping some in her digit, directed them back down to her puss and began to smirch it all over her sassing - simultaneously it seemed bringing herself back to climax !
‘ Filthy fuckin'slovenly woman were the final dustup I heard before the plastic film abruptly stopped. No end credits. It just finished. Finished though with a still guess of Ellen's shit smothered tits and her face with a satisfied, contented smile on its sass.

Even more perturbing than the unscathed scenario I had just watched though, was the full erection that I was now sporting. I had actually enjoyed the final scene. And as I began to tug my own workforce into my drawers preparing to masturbate, a new plastic film began on the screen ! !