Annie's Game

The journey up the stairs was a brutal, undignified walk. Each step was an agony in the constricting rubber, the high heels making her ankles scream in protest. Gary yanked the leash without care, the metal collar digging into Chloe's neck. He didn't look back. He was focused on the prize waiting at the top of the stairs: Annie.

When they reached the bedroom, the scene was set. Annie was lying in the center of their bed, propped up on a mountain of pillows, a goddess in crimson silk. She smiled, a slow, languid curve of her lips, as Gary led Chloe in. She swung her legs off the bed and stood, taking the leash from his hand with an air of ownership. One of the delivery boxes lay open beside the bed, its contents a dark mystery.

Annie kissed Gary, a deep, possessive kiss that seemed to drain his last resistance. Then she turned her attention to Chloe. "Kneel," she commanded, her voice dropping an octave. Chloe sank to her knees instantly, the manacles biting into her wrists behind her back. Annie looked down at her, then at Gary. "You too," she said to him. "Strip and kneel beside our pet."

Gary hesitated for only a second before he complied, throwing his clothes aside and sinking to his knees beside the grotesque rubber figure. His cock, already hard from the anticipation, jutted out, bobbing in the air between them. Annie smiled down at them both, a potent cocktail of power and arousal surging through her. She couldn't believe how easy this all was. She stroked Gary's hair, her touch a reward for his obedience.

"What do you want to do, lover?" she purred.

"I want to fuck you, Mistress," he said, his voice thick with need.

Annie's smile widened. "Why do you want to fuck me when you have that to use anytime you want?" She gestured casually at Chloe, at the obscene rubber breasts and the vacant, hooded face.

Gary didn't even glance at Chloe. "I don't want her... erm, it, Mistress. I want you. Only you."

"Such a good boy," Annie cooed, stroking his face. "Stand up and face it." He did as he was told, his erection pointing directly at the rubber-clad figure kneeling before him. Annie wrapped her hand around his cock, her grip firm and possessive, and guided it towards the prominent, red-lipped mouth-hole in Chloe's hood. "Open your mouth, pet," she commanded. "Get my lover nice and ready for me."

Tears welled and trickled from the eye holes of Chloe's hood, tracing clean paths on the rubber. She opened her mouth, a dark, wet void, and moved her head forward, her tongue extending to meet him. Gary groaned as he slid into the warmth of her mouth, the sight of the grotesque rubber doll pleasuring him a perverse aphrodisiac. Annie watched, her eyes gleaming, her hand stroking herself through the silk of her negligee.

The night descended into a carnival of depravity, with Chloe as the main attraction. They used her as the toy Annie had so meticulously crafted. Gary was ordered to lie on his back while Annie positioned Chloe over his face, commanding her to grind her rubber-clad pussy against his mouth while she rode his cock. "Can you taste her through the rubber, my love?" Annie taunted, her hips rolling. "Can you taste the wife you're throwing away?"

Later, they made her kneel on the floor, her arms still bound behind her, and use her mouth to clean them both after they fucked. They poured wine over her body and licked it off, their tongues tracing the lines of the corset, the curves of the fake breasts. They made her watch, inches away, as they performed every act they could imagine, her silent tears a constant testament to her suffering. She was no longer a person to them; she was an object, a prop in the theatre of their lust, a thing to be used for their pleasure and then discarded.

When they were finally spent, their bodies slick with sweat and each other, Annie reached into the open box by the bed. She pulled out a red ball gag and another wide, heavy silver manacle with an attached chain. She handed them to Gary.

"Secure our pet for the night," she told him, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at the bed's heavy wooden leg. Gary smiled, a look of dark pride on his face, and leaned forward to kiss Annie deeply, a kiss of gratitude and shared victory.

He turned to Chloe, who flinched away. He grabbed her by the hood, forcing her head still, and shoved the ball gag into her mouth. It filled her completely, stretching her jaws painfully. He strapped it tightly behind her head, the leather cutting into the rubber hood, the buckle pressing cruelly against the nape of her neck. Next, he knelt and locked the manacle around her ankle, the cold steel a final, heavy weight of her servitude. He looped the chain around the thick wooden bedpost and padlocked it, the click echoing in the silent room like the closing of a tomb door.

They weren't done with her yet. They made her lie on her side on the floor, chained to the bed, a silent, rubber-bound audience to their final act. Annie lay on the bed, her legs spread, and ordered Gary to kneel between them. "Look at her," Annie whispered, pointing at Chloe. "Look at our pet while you pleasure me. Let her see what a real man looks like on his knees."

As Gary's head disappeared between Annie's thighs, Chloe stared at the ceiling, the tears drying on her cheeks. She could hear the soft, wet sounds of his mouth, Annie's sighs of pleasure, the creak of the bed. She was a ghost in her own life, a witness to her own erasure. When Gary finally entered Annie, his movements slow and deep, Chloe had to close her eyes, the sight of her husband's face contorted in ecstasy as he fucked another woman in their bed a pain worse than any shock, any slap.

They finished with a shuddering climax, their bodies collapsing together in a heap of satisfied flesh. For a while, the only sound was their breathing. Then Annie stirred. She looked over the side of the bed at the motionless, rubber-clad figure chained to the floor.

"Good night, pet," she said, her voice soft and laced with a terrifying finality. "Sleep well. Tomorrow's a big day." She flicked off the light, plunging the room into darkness, leaving Chloe alone, chained, and utterly broken, to listen to the soft breathing of the two people who had stolen her life.