"Hello, and welcome to You Bet Your Wife. The show where only the contestant's wit can stop us from using his wife on national TV," boomed, an unseen announcer. "Now let's give a big welcome to Zoya Takoni, our host and the sexiest, kinkiest star in Hollywood." A bright spotlight shot across the dark stage to reveal Zoya strutting across the stage. Her welcome consisted of nearly as much whopping as applause. Zoya clearly enjoyed the attention and rewarded the audience with a confident sexy walk, which would have challenged every man in the room, even if her body had been hidden by loose fabric from head to toe. To the obvious delight of the audience her outfit obviously made no attempt to hide anything. Today she was wearing a black leather mini skirt slit up the side to expose the thin strap of a blue thong. A transparent blue shirt, held closed in the middle by a single tie covered, though only in a very generous sense of the word, her top. Through the delicate blue fabric a matching bra was clearly visible. The entire outfit, would only barely have qualified for late night network TV, thankfully this wasn't network TV. At the center of the stage a sleek couch waited by itself for the host. Just big enough for two people to both sit on, it was clearly designed to force its occupants into close contact. Zoya stopped in front of the couch waiting as the audience to quiet and the lights rose on this stage. Zoya stood on the middle of a glass stage empty except for herself and the couch. This stage was now brightly illuminated both by spotlights and a multitude of small lights shining up through the floor but nearby the outline of another circular stage were visible but its contents were obscured by darkness. Flashing a naughty little smile Zoya asked the audience, "Is everyone ready for me to win someone's wife?" "Well then let's meet our contestant tonight!" The deep voiced announcer broke in again, "Give a big hand to our contestant, Michael Schmidt from Chicago Illinois." A new spotlight lit Michael's entrance. He was fashionably, though somewhat conservatively dressed in khaki slacks and a short-sleeved button down blue shirt. A slim build along with short brown hair completed his look as an attractive young professional. Coming up to Zoya, Michael reached out his hand to great her but disregarding Michael's attempted handshake, Zoya warmly kissed him on the cheek. "Hi Michael, congratulation for qualifying for You Bet Your Wife." Following Zoya's gesture Michael and Zoya sat on the couch, the short length unavoidably pushing Zoya's bare legs up against Michael. "Before we start the game tonight maybe you could tell us a little bit about yourself, Michael." asked Zoya while flashing him a flirtatious smile that would have challenged the vows of monk. "Well I'm 23 years old recent college graduate. I finished up at UCLA only a little over a year ago," answer Michael his voice betraying a mixture of nervousness and the unconscious desire to impress a pretty woman. As soon as the enthusiastic UCLA supporters in the audience died down Zoya continued her friendly questioning, "So what caused you to move to Chicago?" "Work. It was the only place where both my wife and I could find employment." "So what do you do?" "I'm a computer programmer. I work for a firm that makes personal budgeting software." "And your wife?" "Allison does typesetting for the newspaper." "Those are pretty different jobs, how did you two meet?" "Well actually they aren't that different, we both do our work on the computer. That's how we meet. Allison lived across the hall from me our sophomore year and we met when she needed help installing some of her typesetting software. When we were both single the next year I asked her out and we've been together ever since," Michael replied smiling at the memory. "Ohh that's sweet, and when did you get married?" "Last year, right after we graduated from college." "So since you started dating her has anyone else slept with your wife?" "Not that I know of," responded Michael with a nervous little laugh. "Does putting Allison on You Bet Your Wife, make you nervous? You know you might have to watch her sleep with someone else on national TV." "Sure, I'm a little nervous but I'm going to quit before that can happen." Zoya's smile became a little devious at this response. It wouldn't be hard to tease Michael into risking a lot more than he planned. Not questioning his response Zoya continued, "So what made you decide to compete in You Bet Your Wife?" "Actually it was my wife's idea. We've been thinking about starting a family so we want to purchase a house. Even though Allison's very pretty we didn't really think we were going to be selected when we applied but she didn't think having someone fondle her breasts would be the end of the world and we could get enough money to purchase our dream house." At the mention of someone fondling Allison's breasts Michael twisted a little in his seat obviously not entirely comfortable with the idea. Lightly touching Michael's arm Zoya said, "I wish you luck getting that house. Are you ready to start playing?" "Sure" "Do you remember the rules?" "I'm pretty sure I have them down." "Well let me remind you and the audience," Zoya said launching into a practiced description. "Before this show started we gave Michael and his wife a psychological questioner as well as interviewing their friends. Our experts have examined those responses and figured out a secret dark fantasy of Allison's. How much of that fantasy Allison has to act out in front of our studio audience depends on how well Michael can answer our questions." "The questions work much like Who Wants to be a Millionaire. The first question is worth one thousand dollars and each additional question twice the previous question up to a total of ten questions. Like Millionaire the contestant can request a hint but he must 'pay' for his hint by removing a major article of clothing. Unlike Millionaire a wrong answer doesn't cause the contestant to forfeit money, it causes his wife to forfeit sexual favors. The later the question the more his wife has to pay for the mistake. For instance a wrong answer on the first question might require the contestant's wife to strip down to a bra and panties. An incorrect answer on question two, whether or not the contestant got the first question right, might cause his wife to strip down to only her panties. We can't have contestants cutting and running once they start to lose so you can only ask us to release your wife after a correct answer but the contestant can always choose not to spare his wife even if he gets the questions right. The later questions are harder than the earlier ones. There is also an extra special bonus for getting the tenth question right." Pausing Zoya suggestively liked her lips making sure to rest her hand on Michael's thigh to make the beneficiary clear, "I'm your slave for the night." Rubbing her hand up and down over Michael's thigh Zoya suggestively continued, "I promise you won't be disappointed. Even better any couple getting all ten questions correct will have any reasonable sexual fantasy of their choice fulfilled. They may even select audience or staff members of their choice to participate. Our lawyers assure us that the contract our audience members have signed is completely binding. However, so as not to disappoint the viewing public the successful contestant must appoint an audience or staff member, such as myself, to take the place of the contestant's wife as if all ten questions had been answered incorrectly. On the other hand if you get the tenth question wrong not only are you going to be publicly cuckolded but the contestant must follow my orders while his wife is exploited and of course I get a large cash bonus. Contestants getting all ten questions wrong become the property of this show for one year." "Alight Michael, are you ready to see the situation we have arranged for your wife?" Still somewhat nervous but also quite curious what dark fantasy lurked in Allison's man Michael gave a brief nod. At his assent the second stage was sprayed with spotlights and burst into view. The first thing Michael noticed about the other stage was the transparent box, pulleys and ropes hanging from its ceiling, surrounding the entire structure. He wondered if it was to keep over-enthusiastic spectators out or reluctant participants inside but before he could dwell on the troubling second option he finally noticed his wife standing in the center of the second stage. If Zoya's outfit invited men to ogle her body Allison's tight leather corset demanded they fuck her. The rest of Allison's outfit did nothing to dissuade them. A small black thong, the straps obviously designed to be easily untied, was her only other covering. Boots and a wide leather collar completed the look. Allison wasn't the only person on the other stage. Standing around her stood four shirtless well-built men wearing only tight leather pants. Showing a degree of self control obviously beyond the audience they maintained a military at-ease position looking out into the crowd instead of ogling the barely clothed beauty in their midst. A tall blond haired women paced around the four men making sure they maintained their discipline. Skin-tight red latex covered her from head to toe but she carried a long black riding crop to discourage any ideas her outfit might provoke. After a moment for Michael and the audience to absorb Allison's predicament Zoya returned to her role as the host. Addressing the woman in the skintight red cat suit Zoya asked, "Mistress Dena, could you please tell Michael and our audience what you plan to do with his wife." The lady in the red cat suit responded in a clipped authoritarian tone, "First I am going to have Allison handcuffed show she can't object to our later uses of her. Then I am going to have one of my men remove her panties." While mistress Dena continued her list she was slowly pacing around Allison running her black riding crop over Allison's body dramatically illustrating her worlds. "After Michael's third mistake Allison's ankles will be bound in chains. Next we will suspend her by those ankle ties, leaving her dangling and helpless in the air." With the graphic description of how she would be stripped and helplessly bound Allison began to tremble slightly, though with fear or desire even she wasn't sure. The mistress took note of her reaction but continued her list without the slightest warming of tone. "Suspended revealingly I will violate and toy with Allison and then force her to please one of my assistants. Her last shred of clothing will be striped from her and after this we will string her up horizontally giving me complete access to her body. Once she is hanging in the air with her legs spread I will let one of my assistants take her. Should her husband get the last question incorrect I will let my assistants use her as a fuck toy until they are fully satisfied." By now Allison's nervousness was clearly displayed on her face but the way her body would follow the light touch of her mistress's crop suggested that nervousness was mixed with desire. "Don't worry," mistress Dena said turing to Allison with a slight smile, "my men have plenty of stamina. They won't be satisfied for some time." Zoya turned back to Michael asking, "So how do you feel about what we have in store for your wife?" "Well it makes me a little nervous," replied Michael his voice trembling just a bit. "It also turns you on doesn't it," Zoya asserted running her hand up Michael's thigh and grasping his hard member through his pants to make her point. Michael's body twitched in response to Zoya's attentions but obviously feeling uncomfortable with his wife so publicly at risk he said nothing. "Well it is to late for you to turn back now, Michael," intoned Zoya, "it's time for your first question." Michael quickly answered the first two questions without any apparent difficulty. With each correct answer Zoya would now on the third question, "What is the second tallest mountain in the world," he seemed stumped. Being pressed up against Zoya, who never missed an opportunity to touch his arm or leg, wasn't helping his concentration. "I should know this," commented Michael, "but it just seems to have slipped my mind." Zoya began to finger the buttons on Michael's shirt and reminded him, "You know if you let me take off your shirt you can have a hint." Michael hesitated for a moment glancing at his wife who was watching him intently, an unreadable look on her face and he answered, "Sure." Allison stared unwaveringly, her expression indecipherable, as Zoya teasingly undid Michael's buttons. His shirt unbuttoned, revealing a trim well-muscled chest, Michael finished pulling it off flashing a guilty look towards Allison. Zoya's fingernails scraped lightly over Michael's pecks and trailed down his stomach to run teasingly along his belt line. The bulge in Michael's pants making the effect clear to anyone in the audience. Finally, deciding she had been enough of a tease for now Zoya whispered her clue in Michael's ear, "There is a 'two' in the name." Zoya's fingers idly traced pattern's on Michael's bare top, distracting him while he searched for an answer he should know. Finally realizing the answer wasn't going to come to him he relented, "Alight, I give up." "Ohh too bad," Zoya replied placing a lingering kiss on Michael's lips, "Let's watch what happens to your wife." In response to a barked command from their mistress the four men standing around Allison moved in to extract the cost of Michael's mistake. Allison stood calmly as the men closed in around her but her face betrayed nervousness and desire. Acting in concert the men behind Allison grasped her wrists, their strong hands holding her still as they handcuffed her hands together behind her back. The two shirtless men in front bent down to bind her ankles coincidentally giving the entranced audience a perfect view of the woman being helpless bound in front of them. Their work finished Allison's muscled captors professionally stepped back ignoring the opportunity to fondle their victim. Instead they pulled the heavy steel chains now firmly locked to Allison's ankles taught giving her no choice but to spread her legs in response. The entire position, hands cuffed behind her back and legs forcibly spread apart was designed to make her feel extremely vulnerable and it was working. The red clad Mistress Dena strolled up to Allison to inspect her bound captive. Mistress Dena walked around behind Allison as if inspecting a piece of property letting her riding crop tantalizingly trace Allison's breasts and ass. In response Allison's heart began to thud in her chest but whether it was in fear or desire even she couldn't tell. Stopping behind her victim Mistress Dena reached her hands around to run them lightly over her victim's tight corset. Snaking out her tongue the red clad mistress teasingly licked Allison's ear and, in response to her sudden intake of breath, she whispered, "I'm going to have all my men fuck you while everyone watches, and your going to enjoy it." Unlike Zoya, Dena wasn't wearing a mike and the audience couldn't hear what she said but they could see and imagine from the way Allison's body suddenly stiffened. A master showman mistress Dena knew she had built up the anticipation to just the write point and swiftly untied the knots holding Allison's panties to her hips. She could hear the audience gasp as Allison's panties dropped to the floor revealing a neatly shaved ribbon of hair. Knowing when to touch and when to build anticipation mistress Dena walked back around to Allison's front. Grabbing Allison's bare ass mistress Dena pulled her in for a long slow kiss, to the audible appreciation of the men in the audience. Then, as suddenly as the kiss had begun, Dena walked away leaving a flustered Allison. "Wow that was sexy," commented Zoya to Michael, "are you ready for the next question?" Looking a little uneasy Michael gave a short nod. Smiling naughtily at Michael's discomfort Zoya read the next question which, much to Michael's relief, he answered easily. Hiding her disappointment Zoya warmly congratulated him, "With smarts like this you don't have anything to worry about," while worshipfully resting her hand on Michael's right bicep. Zoya was looking forward to making Michael squirm while he watched Mistress Dena publicly turn his wife into a slut but she had to be careful and make sure he didn't chicken out. As it was, her carefully crafted compliment was having the desired effect and Michael confidently announced he was ready for the next question. "Name the two moons of mars." The question hung for a minute in the air, the troubled look on Michael's face revealing his confusion. As Michael wracked his mind looking for the answer Zoya's hands began distractingly trailing over his chest. His attention divided Michael struggled to stay focused but he couldn't help but watch Zoya's teasing fingers slide under the waist of his pants. Toying with the button on his slacks Zoya made him a compelling offer, "Let me take these off and you can have another hint." Zoya knew reducing Michael to just his underwear would distract him far more than the hint might help but her fingers were keeping Michael from thinking straight. Torn at the offer Michael looked to his wife for advice and naturally found her staring back at him watching another women tease her husband but the apprehensive look on her face made up his mind. Resolving not to get another question wrong and let this go any further he gave Zoya the answer she was hoping for, "Alight, I'll take the hint." Flashing a triumphant smile toward Allison Zoya began slowly undoing Michael's pants. In keeping with her part of the bargain Zoya relayed to Michael the hint she received over her ear piece, "One of them is named Demos and the other starts with a P," while her skillful hands sought to undermine any benefit the hint might have given Michael. Seemingly incidentally Zoya took every chance to rub against Michael's hardening penis as she pulled his slacks down around her ankles. Finding himself very exposed, not to mention aroused, in nothing but a pair of silk boxers obviously tented up by his engorged penis a flustered Michael guessed desperately, "Portos." "Ohh, I'm so sorry," Zoya responded with faked sympathy, "The correct answer is Phobos, I'm afraid," Zoya continued tracing the edge of Michael's penis with a fingernail, "that your wife is going to have to pay for that." Traitorously Michael's penis twitched in arousal revealing another weakness for Zoya to manipulate. Pretending she hadn't noticed, Zoya continued, "Mistress Dena would you please take charge of Allison's payment." Slapping the riding crop against her leg Mistress Dena barked out an order. Jumping to obey one of the shirtless men behind Allison slipped his thick muscular arms around Allison's waste forcing her to lean back against his bare chest. Moving together as a team two other men in leather pants threw the chains attached to Allison's ankles up over two large pulleys, which hung from the ceiling. Rhythmically, in short sure strokes, the men pulled the metal links down over those pulleys inevitably dragging Allison's ankles up towards the ceiling. Allison's black boots were yanked off the floor forcing her weight to be supported by the man behind her and the chains fastened about her black leather boots. The extra weight seemed not to matter to the men on the chains, muscles bulging they continued to hoist Allison's ankles higher until her feet dangled from the chains nine feet off the floor. With a snap of finality the fourth man locked the metal chains to fixtures in the floor and the man who had been holding Allison about the waste gently released her to hang by her ankles. Michael watched fascinated as Allison was hoisted into the air. Despite himself he couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of his bottomless wife helplessly hung with her legs split into a Y. Turned on herself Zoya continued to lightly trace Michael's penis with her fingernail. In her mind Zoya relished the thought of toying with Michael while he watched Mistress Dena repeatedly use his wife. First though she had to make sure he didn't get away. Capitalizing on his fixated stare Zoya slipped her hand up under his boxers skillfully using her hand to bring Michael to new levels of distraction. Mistress Dena paced around her helpless hanging victim letting the exposing nature of the situation sink in. Without panties and suspended upside down with spread legs Allison's most private parts were on public display. Tantalizingly Mistress Dena ran a finger down over Allison's inner thigh, circling but not touching her flushed lips. Pausing for a moment Mistress Dena looked out challengingly at the audience deliberately bringing her finger up to her lips and sexily sucking on it. Knowing what was coming the audience sat silently at the edge of their seats as the red clad blonde dominatrix dragged her wet finger over Allison's sensitive pussy then suddenly pushing it in between the waiting lips. Pleased with the gasp her invasion of Allison's ready pussy elicited Dena withdrew her finger now covered in her juices. Mistress Dena knew what the audience, or at least the men, wanted to see. Bringing her finger down to Allison's mouth, which hung at about waist level, she ordered, "Suck it." Allison shook her head no, keeping her lips tightly sealed. Quick as a flash the riding crop was in Mistress Dena's other hand harshly smacking Allison's bare ass. Mistress Dena ordered again, "Suck it," and this time Allison reluctantly opened her mouth and dutifully sucked off her own juices while the audience cheered. Stepping back so she could watch Allison's face Mistress Dena turned to one of her male underlings ordering, "Bring me the violator." The blonde dominatrix watched with satisfaction as desire and fear warred on her captive's face; she prided herself on using a victims own sexual need to break them teasing and tormenting them until they begged to be violated and used in the most graphic ways. Taking the large black dildo by the long prominent handle from her assistant she leisurely walked back to Allison. Placing the rounded end against Allison's knee Mistress Dena lightly ran the rounded tip of the violator over her victim's inner thing and then on down over the tight black corset still covering Allison's top. Resting the thick artificial penis against Allison's throat Mistress Dena listened to the sweat sound of her victim's heavy anticipatory breathing. Deciding it was time to make Allison complicit in her abuse Mistress Dena demanded, "Tell me what you think I'm going to do with this." Allison balked for a moment but as the red clad dominatrix shifted to take her riding crop she nervously spoke up, "You're going to violate me with it." Seeing the stern frown on Mistress Dena's face Allison realized she wouldn't be satisfied with anything but a graphic description. Realizing she had no choice the normally demure Allison gave in, "You are going to take that big black dildo and push it into my pussy. Then you're going to keep pumping it in and out while the audience watches me get violated." "Very good," complimented the blonde dominatrix, "but you forgot to say how much you were going to enjoy it." Taking the blunt end of the long black rod away from Allison's throat Mistress Dena walked around behind Allison so everyone could have a clear view of her face. Bringing the black dildo up between Allison's legs Mistress Dena rested it on Allison's entrance. "Take a look around," taunted the dominatrix, "everyone, even your husband, wants to see you penetrated." Slowly now the thick black rod sank down pushing it's way deep into Allison's body. Unable to help herself Allison closed her eyes and groaned in pleasure as she was filled. Reaching around the large black rod Mistress Dena's finger's found Allison's clit and began to massage while her other hand continued to ram the rod in and out of her helpless victim. Listening to his wife describe how she was going to be used had an irresistible effect on Michael. Despite himself Michael found himself muttering under his breath, "Yes, give it to her," as the black rod slid into his wife. Taking advantage of the situation Zoya leaned over whispering in Michael's ear while her hand continued to excite his penis to new levels of arousal. "Isn't it great to see her helplessly violated," Zoya whispered, "that big black dildo slides in and out of your wife while everyone watches. Wouldn't you like to take me from behind while we watch your wife get off? You can make it happen if you get the last question right," Zoya suggested rubbing Michael's penis for emphasis. Helplessly Michael found himself considering the idea, but he was soon distracted by Allison's cries. "Ohh god, ohh god," moaned Allison her cries of pleasure amplified to fill the entire set. Michael could tell his wife was on the verge of orgasm but Mistress Dena wasn't about to allow anything of the kind. Cruelly denying Allison her release the blonde dominatrix pushed the dildo deep into her victim and left it impaled there. Mistress Dena briefly continued to torment Allison by teasing her clit watching her struggle helplessly in midair in a futile attempt to gain leverage against the dildo still penetrating her body and achieve release. A barely audible "please" escaped Allison's mouth before she clamped it shut resolving not to beg like a slut in front of all these people. With false innocence the red clad dominatrix asked, "Did you want something?" When Allison didn't respond Mistress Dena shrugged, it was still too early to expect her victim to start begging, and then motioned one of her shirtless underlings over. Taking the man's large hand she placed it around the black rod protruding from Allison and carefully positioned his large fingers over her victim's sensitive clit. Ignoring the sharp hiss from below a man's touch elicited Mistress Dena sharply instructed her assistant, "Use your fingers to keep her just shy of orgasm. If she comes you will be sorry," threatened the blond dominatrix, "but a job well done will be rewarded," emphasizing her last comment with a pointed glance at the helpless girl hanging in front of them. "Mmmm, your wife is a sexy little thing," commented Zoya, "she really seems to be enjoying her treatment." "Mmmm," answered Michael noncommittally his attention focused on watching his wife twitch and squirm as the muscular man behind her expertly teased her clit. Pressing the issue Zoya continued her hand moving to cup Michael's penis as she spoke, "If she doesn't like it why is she moaning so much?" "Okay, I guess it really turns her on," Michael reluctantly admitted, "what's your point?" "Only that it doesn't really seem fair for you to just watch her enjoy herself without getting anything for yourself," Zoya answered taking Michael's hand and pulling it to her bare stomach to emphasis what she meant by anything. Automatically Michael found himself pulling Zoya in for a deep kiss. Allowing Michael's hands to pull her in Zoya knelt over Michael's waist grinding her crotch against his as they kissed. Breaking the kiss Zoya arched back giving the overhead camera a good shot of Michael's hands groping her breasts. Judging she had Michael right were she wanted him, it was a really big bonus if he missed the last question after all. Zoya sprung her trap, "You know if you get the tenth question right my body is yours to use. It's only fair you get to enjoy yourself too." "I suppose," answered Michael torn between the promise he made to Allison to quit early and the nearly irresistible desire to fuck Zoya. He glanced over Zoya's shoulder at his wife still twitching in desire but also intently watching his seduction. Evading the issue for the moment, he had to answer the next question no matter what, Michael instead asked for the next question. Without abandoning her position kneeling across Michael Zoya immediately asked, "Who is the president of Russia?" Excited and distracted Michael found himself blurting out, "Gorbachov." As soon as he said it he realized his mistake saying, "No, no that's not what I meant!" "Ohh that's too bad," cooed Zoya, "I'm afraid we have to take your first answer. Mistress Dena would you do the honors." "Hey," Michael protested, "I got the right answer. It was just a slip of the tongue." To Michael's dismay only Zoya seemed to hear his objections and she made no motion to stop the blonde dominatrix. Instead Zoya leaned over on top of Michael swinging her leg over his lap and rubbing her smooth toned thigh against his tented boxers, not incidentally pushing her already scandalous miniskirt even higher. Nibbling Michael's ear Zoya whispered, "What's the problem? Don't you want to see Allison suck cock?" Stroking his penis Zoya continued taunting Michael, "Don't you want to see your sweat little wife's mouth sliding up and down big hard cock?" Helplessly Michael found himself distracted by Zoya's disturbing, yet extremely erotic, suggestions. Losing the fight with his arousal Michael's protests died on his lips and he stared fixedly at the other stage his face contorted with desire and horror. Well versed in the power of suspense Mistress Dena calmly strutted back towards Allison giving her time to think about what was about to happen. With a gentle touch of the fingers the blond dominatrix indicated her shirtless helper should stop teasing Allison. With a look of detached interest Mistress Dena began to examine Allison with her fingers. Even lightly touching the area where Allison's labia spread to take in the wide black dildo produced a muffled moan and a bit of frustrated struggling. Finished with her exam Mistress Dena slapped her riding crop across Allison's breasts, even through the corset producing a yelp, and declared, "Your about ready to cum. You want to be fucked bad don't you?" When Allison defiantly refused to answer Mistress Dena simply shrugged and turned to her beautifully built assistant standing ready in front of Allison. The blond dominatrix deliberately circled around behind her assistant making sure Allison's face hung mere inches from his waist. Reaching around from behind she started lightly running her painted nails over his well-defined chest. Through extreme discipline the man stood at attention without the slightest facial twitch as the Mistress Dena's fingers traced their way from his chest down to his abdomen. Addressing her assistant but loud enough for Allison and the microphones to hear, the blond dominatrix commented, "You did a good job not letting that slut cum." Hearing herself address as 'that slut' hit Allison like a high voltage shock. Outraged at the slight she twisted forcefully against her bounds doing little twisting herself around the large black dildo firmly planted between her legs. Allison tried to fight back a moan but the fact that they could call her a slut and she couldn't do anything about it was too arousing. Hating herself for being turned on by it, and hating herself even more for showing she was turned on by it she still couldn't stop the gasp of pleasure from escaping her lips. Ignoring Allison's struggles Mistress Dena's nails continued to work their way down her handsome assistants torso. Reaching his tight leather pants the blonde dominatrix began deliberately untying the laces. While her hands worked to free the bulge in her assistant's pants her voice revealed her intent, "I promised you a reward for a good job and you deserve it." Knowing full well what was going to happen, Allison watched with hypnotic fascination as Mistress Dena first undid the black leather pants and then slid her hand into them to emerge with a large semi-erect cock. Unable to turn away Allison stared as Mistress Dena's fingernails skillfully brought her assistants manhood to attention. Desire and fear warred in Allison's mind as she watched the penis grow to a large erect cock. His penis fully erect Mistress Dena grabbed the man's wrists and pulled his hands up, policeman style, behind his head. Giving his cock one last stroke the blond dominatrix commented, "Don't move and enjoy your reward." Turning to Allison Mistress Dena ordered, "Alight slut, get to it and start sucking." Staring at the large dick inches from her face Allison swallowed nervously and paused. How could she take that much? The harsh sting, of a riding crop on her ass, interrupted her thoughts. "Didn't you hear me slut," demanded Mistress Dena whilst striking her hard across the ass again, "start sucking." Desperate to avoid the stinging pain Allison opened wide and dove down on the waiting cock. "Isn't that hot," whispered Zoya into Michael's ear, "I just love the way your wife is sucking on that cock." Michael grunted noncommittally in response his attention focused on the large screen displaying a close-up of Allison's face, her eyes firmly shut in a look of deep concentration. "See how tightly her lips are wrapped around that hard penis," Zoya continued massaging Michael's penis through his boxers, "and how deeply that dick is sliding into her mouth." Michael softly groaned in repressed desire and Zoya continued her pornographic commentary to the giant image of his wife sucking cock. Not wanting to push Michael over the edge yet Zoya gave his penis one last rub and pulled away. "It looks like your wife is going to be sucking that dick for awhile so we had better move on to the next question." Still watching Allison give head Michael barely responded but Zoya continued anyway. "How many electoral votes does Florida cast in the US presidential election," Zoya asked now back in announcer mode. "Jesus Christ," swore Michael still watching his wife's face slide up and down the glistening shaft, "how am I supposed to know that?" Still focused on the video screen he finally gave up an answer, "Twenty Two." Smiling in response Zoya turned to Mistress Dena, "Would you please do the honors?" Allison's eyes snapped open in response to Mistress Dena's hands on her hips. Hanging from her ankles with her mouth filled by cock there was nothing Allison could do as the dominatrix' hands moved down her sides to begin unlacing the corset. While Allison's head continued to bob up and down Mistress Dena pulled the corset away revealing Allison's luscious breasts pulled into perfect half-spheres by the reverse gravity. Mistress Dena worked her hands around to gently cup Allison's breasts. Taking Allison's nipples between her fingers the dominatrix gave a long slow pull on the breasts. Allison's mouth opened to moan in what may have been pain or pleasure but any sound was cut off as the man thrust his rock hard penis down into her throat. Seeing her assistant's bucking hips Mistress Dena reversed her manipulations now kneading Allison's breasts with strong sure motions. The red clad dominatrix now pulled back on Allison's breasts using them as handles to move her body. Hanging from her ankles Allison easily swayed backward forcing her to lean forward just to keep the tip of the bucking penis in her mouth. Finally the cock was fully pulled from Allison's mouth giving her enough time only to exclaim, "What.." before the twitching dick spurted it's hot cum over her breasts. Mistress Dena pushed Allison's breasts together to capture the last dribbles commenting to Allison, "How does it feel to be drenched in cum on national TV?" To the audiences delight Mistress Dena forced Allison to lick the globules of cum of which had dribbled onto her finger's as well as Allison's breasts before starting to massage the rest of the hot semen into Allison's breasts. While the audience watched his naked wife get lathered in cum Michael had to face another question. Once again he was stumped, this time trying to remember the capitol of Nebraska. Realizing he wouldn't get any more sure waiting around he finally offered his answer, "Omaha." "Ohh, I'm so sorry," cooed Zoya, "the correct answer is Lincoln." Seeing that Michael had gotten another question wrong Mistress Dena gave one last tug on Allison's breasts, eliciting a disappointed sigh from her victim. "Alight boys," ordered the dominatrix, "finish stringing her up." Mistress Dena toyed with the large black dildo still impaled between her victim's legs while her men begin taking up the slack in the chains around Allison's wrists. Mistress Dena ran her nail gently around Allison's pussy lips. Ignoring her victims reluctant moans Mistress Dena taunted, "Don't worry I'm sure we can replace this with something more satisfying," as she slowly pulled the black rod out of Allison's body. "Only two more questions," taunted Zoya as they watched Allison being hoisted up horizontally. "Look at the way she is hanging their just waiting for someone to stand between her spread legs and pull your wife back onto their waiting cocks." Michael gave a stricken look as the cameras focused in between Allison's spread legs. However, his tented boxers told another story, quivering with excitement as the screen showed an artificial cock mounted on a long wooden pole, teasingly slide over his wife's entrance. Tearing his eyes away from the giant image of Allison quivering in desire he spoke, "Alight, lets get this over with ask me the next question." "What, don't you like watching," teased Zoya rubbing Michael's penis for emphasis. "Alight, here is the next question. What country in the world has the smallest population?" Watching fixedly as the artificial cock pushed slowly inside his wife Michael started to answer, "Mono..," then quickly stopped himself. If he got this question wrong that artificial penis, would be replaced by a real one. Instead he did he best to concentrate, distracted by Allison's low moans as she rocked gently back and forth driven by the artificial cock sliding in and out. Michael's rumination was interrupted by the tantalizing touch of Zoya's fingers sliding under the elastic waistband on his boxers. Shifting herself to kneel suggestively on the floor in front of Michael Zoya asked, "Do you want your final hint?" It was a difficult offer for Michael to refuse from a woman leaning over to gently blow on his penis through the thing fabric. Still he managed to pause for a second before assenting and leaning back to let Zoya slowly pull his boxers down to his ankles. Darting forward Zoya gave a teasing lick to Michael's glistening shaft before settling back and announcing Michael's hint, "The answer is religious." "The Vatican," Michael announced suddenly confident. Relief flooded through him as Zoya, disappoint evident on her face, affirmed he was correct. Glad the ordeal was over the tension visibly relaxed from Michael's body as he announced, "I think I will take my winnings and quit now." A disappointed sigh ran through the audience though the expression on Allison's face was inscrutable. Zoya, however, was not about to give up so easily. Running her hands down Michael's chest and down to grab Michael's penis she asked, "Are you sure?" Michael paused lost for words while his brain was overwhelmed by Zoya's skilled manipulation. That pause gave Zoya the opening she needed. Kneeling back on her things Zoya reached behind her back unsnapping her bra. Moving her hands around front to cup her breasts she looked Michael in the eye and commented, "Remember, money isn't the only thing you can win." Michael opened his mouth as if to respond but he found himself speechless as he watched Zoya move her hands away from her breasts to rest on either side of his hips, incidentally revealing her large, firm, TV star quality breasts. Keeping her gaze locked with Michael's Zoya ever so slowly brought her head down opening her mouth to take Michael's penis. As Zoya slid down Michael's shaft he dropped his head back moaning in pleasure. Suddenly, Zoya pulled her head back from Michael's cock. Getting up on her knees she planted a deep kiss on Michael's mouth before whispering in his ear, "Answer the next question, right or wrong and I will suck your dick dry." Tempted beyond human endurance Michael finally relented, "Alight, I'll take the last question." Zoya didn't want to give Michael any chance to back out, after all she didn't want to miss out on her 10th question bonus or the chance to make this attractive young man get off on his wife being cluster fucked. Before Michael could say anything else Zoya asked, "Name the first human into space." Michael's stricken expression made it clear he didn't know the answer. Clearly guessing he answered, "Alan Shepard." For a second everything in the studio was quite, while the audience waited breathlessly for a response and Zoya listened to the judges on her earpiece. Still silent Zoya ran her finger tip over Michael's shaft. Wrapping her fingers around Michael's cock one at a time Zoya announced, "I'm sorry, the correct answer is "Yuri Gagarin." Continuing to manipulate Michael's cock Zoya ordered, "Tell me what is happening to your wife." Michael responded with a confused "What?" Firmly grasping his cock Zoya sternly responded, "You got the last question wrong now you do what I say. I'll give you head but your going to tell me exactly how your wife is getting fucked while I do it." Cowed by Zoya's suddenly firm tone Michael began shakily, "Allison is hanging naked from four chains with her legs spread apart. One of those guys is standing between her legs." Michael suppressed a moan as Zoya's tongue ran over his shaft but managed to continue his description, "The guy between her legs is unlacing his pants and pulling out his dick. Allison is trying to look back over her shoulder to see what is going to fuck her and the guy between her legs is now grabbing her waist to stop her from twisting away." Zoya's mouth was now wrapped around Michael's cock and he struggled to continue speaking as she bobbed up and down, "Jesus Christ, now the guy behind her is pulling her back onto his dick. Allison is trying to twist away but he has a good grip on her hips and she can't stop herself from sliding down his cock." By now any hint of trepidation was gone from Michael's voice replaced with pure animal lust, "Now he is fucking her, using his arms to make her bounce up and down on his dick. "Pulling her flushed face up from Michael's cock Zoya asked, "Does your wife like it?" Michael struggled to speak as Zoya dove down on his dick once again but finally managed to get out a description, "Ohh god yes. Every time that dick plunges into her Allison can't help but moaning. She doesn't want to be fucked on TV by a stranger but she can't help but enjoy it. Ohh god," Michael continued clearly overwhelmed by sexual stimulation, "The dominatrix is whipping Allison's back. She wants Allison to beg for cock to suck. She is going to have to suck another guy off while they continue to fuck her. My God," Michael continued his dick bucking in Zoya's mouth, "Allison is begging to suck cock." Not able to stand it anymore Michael shot his hot cum into Zoya's mouth while his head fell back in ecstasy. After licking Michael's cock clean Zoya pulled her self back up on the couch next to him to enjoy the show. Watching Allison getting pulled back and forth between the cock in her pussy and the one in her mouth Zoya began toying absently with Michael's dick. Clearly excited herself Zoya squirmed against Michael on the couch whispering hotly in his ear, "It's so hot seeing your wife get fucked like this isn't it. It's turning me on so much I just need dick." Even just having cum Michael's penis started hardening again. Her fingers gently tugging Michael's semi-erect member Zoya continued her erotic talk, "I just love seeing girl's penetrated, especially when they can't do anything to stop themselves from being violated." As if suddenly realizing something Zoya asked, "Has your wife ever taken it up the ass?" "No, never," Michael responded with a skeptical tone in his voice but his now nearly turgid penis told a different story. "It would be so hot to see your wife take it in the ass," Zoya continued her commentary, "so hot I would let you fuck me while we watched." Now Michael's penis was back to rock hard causing Zoya to smile slightly. Slipping off the couch once more Zoya got down on her hands and knees in front of Michael, turning around to give him a come hither look. Unable to pass on a hot women waiting for him on her hands and knees Michael too slid off the couch coming to kneel right behind Zoya. His hands shacking with lust Michael reached out to undo Zoya's tight skirt, leaving her on her hands and knees in just a thong. Zoya moaned as Michael leaned forward to cup her breasts and wiggled herself suggestively against his once again hard cock. Running his hands down Zoya's body Michael hooked his fingers in her thong sliding it easily off Zoya's hips. Looking up from his preoccupation Michael suddenly realized the attention of the room was on him. Allison still hung suspended from her bonds, the first two men having finished up with her. Another man stood ready behind her, his hard dick resting between Allison's tight buttocks but making no move to act. Finally, Mistress Dena broke the silence speaking to Michael, "So should we make your wife take it up the ass?" Allison blurted out, "Michael..." but her sentence was cut off by a harsh crack from Mistress Dena's whip. Instead Mistress Dena simply looked at Michael and said, "It's your decision." Rubbing her self against Michael's engorged penis and looking back over her shoulder, Zoya begged, "Please, I want to see her take it hard while you fuck me." Unable to stand it anymore Michael relented, "Yes, fuck her ass." Moaning in anticipation Zoya reached back between her legs guiding Michael into her pussy. Grabbing Zoya's hips Michael began thrusting himself into her as he watched his wife's face contort, first in pain and surprise then in pleasure, as the man's dick slowly slid between her buttocks. Staring at his wife getting fucked Michael found himself muttering, "Ohh god give it to her hard," as he continued to pump into Zoya. ---- Story by Quale. Editing help or suggestions appreciated. If you want to write another 'episode' of 'You bet your wife' feel free but I would appreciate a credit if you base it off my version. I figure this show is the 'pilot' and when i get around to writing new versions there will be a temptation specifically tailored to the man in question (asian school girls, twins etc..)
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