A Ritual Sacrifice Pt 1

A RITUAL SACRIFICE Pt 1 By MUSICMAN My wife Barb and I have been married for 16 years and although we have had our ups and downs sexually, it's been fairly regular like most couples. Actually most married men that I poll tell me their wives barely show any interest in them at all anymore. Their wives are practically frigid and the only time my friends ever get their wives to throw them a sexual bone every once in a while is in exchange for some shiny bauble for a birthday or anniversary. It's becoming an epidemic among all of my married friends so much so that I've noticed a huge proliferation in adult online dating web sites. For all I know, most or all of my friends and their wives are all having affairs. Such is life. As I said my sex life has been pretty meat and potatoes over the years. Touch me here, rub me there, turn to your side and that's the spot...5 minutes later.."Hon I have to get up early do you mind going to your bedroom now?" I always wanted to get into a little kinky stuff but there's no way she would ever go for it. I always wanted her to eat my ass. I'm a real anal erotic and I love to have my ass played with but she would think I was being gay and would be turned off completely. Okay, so I spend a lot of time online looking at porn and slightly deviant web sites to sublimate some of my sexual proclivities. (learned a lot of vocabulary from watching Spock in Star Trek and Adam West in Batman) One web site in particular that I was quite fond of was a goth ritual type site where S&M and real mutilation was done for sexual satisfaction. It was a site out of Germany and it had all kinds of strangely disturbing images of men tied up or shackled to concrete floors while their mistresses whipped them, cut them with blades and often made them taste their own blood. I made a regular habit of visiting this site. The thrill of seeing these men submissive and abused by powerful beautiful dominating women wearing leather and spikes was almost too much to take sometimes. So often the wife would go to bed early and I'd be all too happy to settle down with cock in my hand and an array of hot sexy deviant images to stimulate me. Well, sometimes, no matter how careful we are, the best of us can have a blonde moment and forget to cover our tracks. I must have been tired and forgotten to erase the history one night. When I came home from work the next day I had some emails to send out and I opened my browser only to find many instances of the site in the history, far more than I had put there. I felt a pit in my stomach knowing my wife had definitely caught me and I didn't know what if any the confrontation was going to be like. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner and I resigned myself to go and face the music. I walked into the kitchen and said, "Hi hon, what's for dinner?" She gave me a weird sort of smirk that disappeared quickly and she replied, "Oh we're having veal cutlets tonight with some sweet potatoes on the side." Not knowing what to do next I soldiered on ignoring the obvious. "Sounds great, I'll get washed up and see you in a minute." We actually had a fairly normal conversation during dinner and I did some mild fishing without drawing too much attention to the issue at hand. She never said a word to me about it so I thought, maybe she looked at it, thought I was a bit strange and thought nothing more of it. Hmm, I should have realized that something happened that day she looked at that site but I thought nothing of it at the time. Over the next three months I started to see our meager sex life drop off to nothing. I'd make overtures for sex and she would come up with a myriad of excuses. I was getting more and more frustrated and she was becoming more and more cold to me. One day I stayed home from work with the flu and instead of nursing me back to health (so to speak) she made a flimsy excuse about having a hair appointment downtown. She flew fairly fast out of the house and being alone and feeling bored and a bit horny, I went to the computer. I was not prepared for what I found in the browser's history but apparently my wife had adopted some private habits of her own. After the incident I was damn careful to erase my tracks whenever I visited a site but now here was a whole bunch of sites I didn't even recognize. Some of them had been the site I visited and there were several other darker dungeon sites that showed even more deviant behavior. I went to one called "Kidnapped husbands forced into subservience and held captive forever against their will." I looked at sites where men were not only forced into submission and tied down but were mercilessly tortured and brutalized all for the sexual satisfaction of a mistress who was dominating with brute force as well as being mutilated. I saw powerful images of men actually having pieces of their flesh cut off while the mistress fed on them while at the same time insisting the man get an erection and keep it hard during the whole process or risk a severe beating! I was getting hard and scared at the same time. While looking at those images and video samples, they were unbelievably intoxicating because of their extreme nature, I was worried what looking at this material could possibly be doing to my wife. I scrolled down the browser history and noticed there was a link to a goth like chat room. I clicked it and apparently there was a username and password required. It looked like my wife had been playing with this chat room for some time now. I was very disturbed now not sure where my wife's head was at. She hadn't touched me sexually in months, she was distant but apart from that I didn't notice any other change from normal around the house. I opened my pajama bottoms and pulled my 8 inch erect cut cock from its enclosure and started slowly stroking while looking at the images of tortured men. As I was getting close to cumming while looking at a picture of a man on his back naked on the floor with a woman's stiletto at his throat, I heard a shuffling sound behind me. I stood up to turn around when "THWACK!!!" Something came across with a swish in the air that hit me in the side of the head and knocked me to the floor unconscious. Now I don't know who hit me. At first I thought it was a robbery. I didn't know how long I had been out but when I came to, I was freezing cold and my head felt like a mack truck had driven through it. My head ached beyond any amount of pain I can describe here. I quickly figured out why I was freezing cold. I was lying naked on the basement floor but I couldn't move my arms or legs properly. Suddenly I noticed them. Large steel spikes had been driven into the concrete foundation of the basement and I was shackled to them with steel cuffs that apparently locked with a key. Dizzy and disoriented I caught sight of the dried blood that had run down the side of my head and my arm. I started to panic. I started shouting "help! I'm in the cellar and I've been attacked! Please someone help," for all the good it would do... Suddenly I heard a loud bang as the basement door at the top of t he stairs flew open. My eyes were still adjusting but I could make out the shape of my wife stomping down the stairs followed by two other women whom I didn't recognize. They were all wearing leather bustiers and thigh high boots with stiletto heels and spiked choker collars. My wife led the charge down the stairs and she had some sort of riding crop in her right hand. "Well, it seems the deviant little fucker is finally awake! Are you enjoying the headache you have now?" "Barb, what is the meaning of this? Why the fuck would you hit me?" "Are you talking back to me you sick fuck? Shut the fuck up! I'm doing all the talking around here from now on. Oh, shithead, how rude of me, I'd like to introduce you to two of my new close girlfriends. THis is Samantha and Jasmin." The blonde girl Samantha was the first to attack me verbally. "So Barb, this is your husband? He's fucking pathetic. Look at him lying there like a shit heel. He totally deserves what he's going to get!." "What the fuck is she talking about Barb? Why the hell am I shackled to these spikes I've never seen before?" Jasmin spoke up quickly. "Geez Barb, he's got too much fight in him for my liking. He needs to learn some manners." My wife with a snide expression jumped right in and said, "You're right, it's time I lay the new rules down for him. He's finally going to learn his place. First of all fucker, when I first found all of the shit that you were looking at online away from prying eyes, I was fucking mortified. All those nights you didn't touch me and instead found gratification looking at all of that sick deviant shit. I was so insulted and sick from your perverted little habit I could barely look at you. Then over time I started visiting that site when you were at work. Soon I discovered other sites that were even darker than that one. Soon I was starting to get turned on by how the men were being abused and severely punished. I joined an online chat group called The Coven of The Ritual Sacrifice. We would meet twice a week at a member's house and take part in beating and whipping the member's husband who would be chained down and abused." "I'm afraid that I enjoy the lifestyle so much, I have decided I can't live with you anymore the way things were. You frankly sicken me and I can't even look at you. The thought of having sex with you anymore is revolting. You will never touch me again. The Coven has a gaggle of misters that we have taken on who satisfy us when we are horny. We keep them locked and in submission as well but we treat them better. They are serving males who are well hung and will fuck until we say stop." "Barb, are you telling me that you've been cheating on me with other men for the past three months?" "Yes you dumb fuck. You really don't think I'd go this long without sex do you?" Instead of divorcing your stupid ass I've decided that you are going to remain subservient to me as long as I wish it. You will never see the light of day again. You will live out the remainder of your days locked in this basement. Your debasement will be for my pleasure and you will have no say in anything I do. All of your property has been transferred to me. I did that several weeks ago. Frankly honey, you're fucked!" "What about work? My boss is eventually going to call and ask where I am? I'll have people who will wonder what happened to me." "In terms of your job, I took the liberty of calling your boss while you were unconscious and told him that you never liked working for him. That you thought he was an unreasonable son of a bitch who didn't have one competent bone in his body. He fired you immediately over the phone and told me to tell you that you are not to step foot in the office again. Your meager things will be delivered later in the week and your last check will be mailed. "You bitch!" I hissed through my teeth. I was seething by now. "So you see my dear...your ass is mine now and nobody is expecting you to come into work anymore so shut the fuck up. It's time to teach you your place in the new order of the Coven" With that, the girl Jasmin wound up quickly and kicked me on the side of the head knocking me back. I was stunned and seeing stars. "Nice kick girl but I don't think you quite did enough damage," said my wife with an evil tone. "Samantha why don't you try." The blonde stood over me, placed one of her boots on my throat and while I struggled, she lifted her other foot off the floor and stomped on my crotch before walking through my legs. I couldn't even double over in pain because of how I was tied down. I couldn't see straight. The pain crept through my loins like a blade. "Wow, that was cruel Samantha. I didn't think you could keep your balance when you walked over his groin. Well done," said my wife with the bitchiest tone she could muster. "I think a kick volley is needed girls to warm him up...shall we? "Yes mistress, " they all cried in unison. Soon I felt a flurry of kicks to my ribs, my head, my crotch. They were coming in from everywhere and I couldn't deflect them or defend myself. "Stop! I think he's had enough of that for now. Good job girls." "You fucking cunt. When I get out of here I'm going to kill you with my bare hands!" "Tut tut, that's no way to talk to your new mistress scumbag. You know, with all of that delightful kicking, you didn't bleed anywhere. We can't have that." With that my wife snapped her fingers while looking at Jasmin. She hiked her short skirt up a bit to reveal a holster that held what looked like a long hunting knife. She slowly unsheathed it and handed it to Barb. "Okay, now it's time to give you exactly what you've been fantasizing about for the past few months. You obviously were turned on by all of the vampire like images you saw so were going to reenact one of them for you now. See this blade I hold in my hand?" I nodded, tears in my eyes from the pain. This is the first and only time I'm going to give you a choice. The next time you won't be so lucky. Do you want me to use it on your arm, your inner thigh or your balls?" I coughed out a response. "Please don't do this Barb. I'm sorry for going behind your back. I never meant to hurt you with my fetish, it was only a fantasy." "It seems my husband is a little hard of hearing. I'll repeat the question for the last time...the arm, the leg or the balls?" "Okay okay, the arm," I said giving in to my situation. "When I'm done I want you to say thank you mistress. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes," I said defeated. She stood up and gave me a huge kick in the side. "What did you say to me you maggot?" "Yes...mistress." "That's fucking better, now shut the fuck up and hold still while we carve this virgin!" Tauntingly my wife glided the sharp hunting blade up my inner thigh, let it slowly glide under my balls, along my very soft shaft, across my stomach, across my chest, under my throat and back down my left arm. Suddenly she gripped my left wrist hard, took the blade and made an unkind cut along my inner arm from my elbow to my wrist. "Awwwwwwww shit....thank you mistress!" I screamed while my arm felt like someone opened me up with a razor blade. The blood started seeping from my arm. "Good job Mistress Barb" said Jasmin. "It is good isn't it?" said my wife admiring her handy work. "There's one more thing I think we need to do though. We need to clean the wound don't you think girls?" They all nodded and knew exactly what she was thinking. First Samantha stood up and slowly pulled her skirt off. She peeled her thong panties down and off to reveal a beautifully trimmed pussy complete with a little landing strip of pubic hair. Now normally I would be getting an extreme erection at this point but I was in no shape to do anything but lie there frozen in terror and pain. Samantha squatted down over my arm and proceeded to urinate on my fresh wound. The piss started pouring out of her and the pain was intense as it came into contact with my arm. After she was finished my wife piped in. "I think you need to wipe yourself on his face Sam." "Good idea," and she positioned herself over my face where she lowered down and sandwiched my nose and mouth between her wet fleshy folds. "Fucking clean her you stupid shmuck! Get your tongue out and clean her good or you will receive another cut on your good arm" I jammed my tongue between her tangy folds and started licking. Then my wife got another idea. "Jasmin, I think you should give my husband something to wash down all that pussy juice with." Without missing a beat, Jasmin walked over, pulled her skirt down and her panties and positioned herself over my mouth. "Open up slave and receive your reward." I refused. The act was so base, I couldn't bring myself to do it. My wife answered my inaction in kind. "Not good enough for you huh?" She kicked me in the balls so hard I didn't know what hit me. I opened my mouth in agony screaming at the top of my lungs and while my mouth was open in shock, Jasmin let go a huge stream of piss into my unprepared mouth. I started choking as her strong stream flooded my mouth with her pungent pee. Gagging I was forced to clean her too. Then my wife said "Okay, now that you've had just a taste of what you can expect from now on, we're going to leave your sorry ass here now. Here is a bag of chips and a glass of water. I want you to stay alive. I'm going to bring you food to keep you going and I'll unlock one hand so you can eat but that's it. Three of your limbs will remain shackled at all times. Also, if you need a bathroom...fuck you, there is no bathroom! You need to pee or shit? You'll do it right where you lie asshole. WHen I come down here I'll find a way to make you clean it up! They each kicked me and spit on me and then proceeded up the staircase. My wife turned and said to me, "Hey asshole, thanks for opening my eyes. I really like my new life. Don't worry, in time..you will too!" With that, she turned and hit the light switch leaving me totally in the dark freezing, in pain and bleeding. Somehow I thought the strangest thing. My wife had never been so sexy to me at that moment but being the brunt of her brutality quickly washed away any erotic feelings I may have allowed myself to feel in this situation. I lay there for what seemed like hours wondering what was going to happen to me. Was she going to continue to torture and humiliate me like she said or was this something short lived. Maybe once she got it out of her system, she would relent and let me go and all would return to normal. How wrong I was...sleep came fast. END of PT 1 13436 1.30/512345