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Subject: {ASSM} Surrendering Sarah {Night Writer} (nc, wife) [7/?]
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                           Surrendering Sarah 

                            by Night Writer

                               Chapter 7


A week passed without a word from Rock or Sarah. On Sunday I opened the 
door to find one of Rock's friends holding a small package. He thrust 
it toward me, hitting me in the chest with end of the cardboard box. I 
reached for it and took a step backward, expecting him push by me, or 
to at least tell me where Sarah was, or when she would be back. He just 
stood there and grinned, finally breaking into uncontrollable laughter 
before climbing on his bike and riding away.

Inside, I opened the box to find a letter. It was written by Sarah,
probably with Rock's help, and was stained with streaks of sweat and
beer.


     Dear Husband,
     
     I'm writing to let you know that I've spent the week
     with Rock and his friends, and that I'm doing my best
     to please them. My new tits are perfect, a very full
     c-cup, thanks to Rock and Betty. Rock told me I've
     learned to suck cock so well, and have swallowed so
     much biker cum, that he'd keep his promise not to
     make me a freak with double-d tits. I'm really proud
     of them; now I look just like a Barbie. Even Betty
     agrees. I want you to thank them for my new tits. I 
     have - over and over again. They're so firm and round,
     and bounce just a little when I walk or suck cock.
     They're wonderful - so much better than my old little
     titties. Now I can be a real Barbie and make Rock
     so proud of me.
     
     Last night Rock threw a celebration party for me and
     my new tits. He really is so good to me. He invited
     three more biker clubs to a cookout, and I was the
     guest of honor. The guys ate steaks and drank beer
     while I danced for them. They all loved my new tits
     too. When I got tired and sweaty from dancing, they
     sprayed me with beer from head to toe to cool me off.
     After a while, they even let me drink some; in fact,
     they wouldn't take no for an answer. I guess I drank
     a lot, because I don't remember too much after that.
     Later, Rock let me lie down on a nice soft blanket by
     the fire. He told me how proud he was, and how
     beautiful my face looked, covered with layers and
     layers of beer and cum. I couldn't take my eyes off
     his; it felt so wonderful to please him.
     
     Then, his cock was inside me, stretching me, filling
     me with its own praise. After a while, I couldn't help
     myself. His words, his cock, his strong body sliding
     over my wet belly and thighs; it was just too much,
     and I wanted to please him so badly, to be the Barbie
     he wanted me to be.
     
     Finally, it happened. I'm so sorry Darling, but I lost
     all control. I became Rock's fucktoy, moaning, screaming,
     and thrashing while he buried his fat prick in me until
     he came too, filling me with stream after stream of his
     hot cum.
     
     I'll be home this evening to show you my new Barbie
     tits. I'm sure you'll love them as much as I do. The
     tape is a present from Rock. He knew you would want to
     see my party. I'm so sorry you couldn't be there, but
     Rock said that he wanted me to taste everyone's cum,
     and we all know that you wouldn't even be able to get
     hard, much less cum in my mouth. Rock says your limp
     little dick is wasted on me, and now that I've had
     biker cock, you'll never satisfy me again. It hurts
     when he tells me things like that. I want so much
     for your cock to be big and hard like his. I want
     you to fuck me and make me cum like Rock can. You
     never used to have trouble getting hard. I'm worried
     that you don't find me attractive anymore. Maybe
     when you see my new Barbie tits you'll like my body
     again, and will be able to stay hard long enough to
     make me cum. Rock says I'm a clueless little bitch
     when I say things like this, but I still have some
     hope for you.
     
     Rock wants you to watch the tape before I get home
     so you can see what a good girl I was at my party.
     Please do as he says so he doesn't get angry. He
     promises he can make both of us so much more miserable
     if we don't obey him. I don't want to see you hurt,
     and he's capable of almost anything, as you know.

     I have to go now. Betty's waiting to clean me up so
     I can come home to you. We've showered together every
     day this week. She loves to tie my wrists to the
     showerhead and play with me while the hot water washes
     over us. My nipples get so hard when she sucks on them.
     She slides her vibrator into my pussy, then my ass. I
     never knew that could feel so good. I can't cum for her
     yet like I did with Rock, but I'm really trying hard to
     please her. After the hot water is gone, she unties me
     and lets me lick her pussy until she cums. She says
     watching me on my knees, shivering under the cold
     water while I eat her is my best Barbie trick yet. 


                               Love,

                               Barbie



Had she become the fucktoy Rock had promised to make her, or was Rock 
telling her what to write? I couldn't accept that she had become Barbie
in such a short time. Her letter hinted that she was still Sarah, or 
at least a part of her was, but I still couldn't be sure, even after 
the third read.

The tape was four hours of endless agony. Each scene led to yet another 
that was almost too disgusting to watch. The four hours must have been 
only part of a much longer party, and God knows what the tape didn't 
show. But, Rock would have been sure to include the worst of the worst, 
knowing I would have to watch my wife offer her soft, innocent body to 
more men than most women would have in a lifetime.

It was dark, so dark that the only visible features were those within
twenty feet of the huge bonfire. Sarah stood in front of the raging 
fire, her ankle held by a ten-foot chain anchored to a nearby 
tree trunk. She looked frightened and a little dazed as she waited 
nervously in her tiny, pink "Fucktoy" t-shirt and matching panties. 
Music blared from somewhere in the background, and an unseen crowd of 
bikers began to chant, "Dance, dance, dance!" She did as she was told, 
and I was shocked at the way she thrust her hips suggestively while 
running her hands up and down over her swaying body.

In just minutes the chanting turned to, "Strip, strip, strip!" Without 
the slightest hesitation she pulled the t-shirt up over her head and 
threw it into the crowd. Her new breasts jutted from her chest, two 
hard, round mounds that seemed to defy gravity. Rock hadn't made her a 
double-d cup, but the swollen bubbles of flesh looked far from natural 
on her tall, slim frame. Rock and Betty had succeeded in making her the 
closest thing to a living Barbie that I had ever seen.

She lowered the panties over her hips, letting them slide down her long 
thighs to the ground. She stepped out of them and tossed them into the 
crowd to a sudden burst of cheers and applause. She approached the 
crowd, dancing the best that she could until the chain stopped her. Her 
hands were everywhere - squeezing and twisting her hardened nipples, 
running seductively down over her belly, and finally trailing between 
her legs where two fingers disappeared into the long, narrow slit that 
glistened in the red light of the flames behind her.

Her dancing slowed as she masturbated for the bikers, one hand still 
caressing her new breasts. The crowd was in a frenzy by the time Rock 
appeared beside her. They hushed as he raised both hands to quiet 
them. He turned to Sarah and waited. She stopped and returned a look of 
sober uncertainty. Rock grinned and waited, until his patience grew 
thin.

"Well? What do you say to greet a biker, Barbie? Come on, you cum-
hungry little slut, use that empty head for something other than a
sperm bucket!"

I could see the humiliation in her eyes as she finally understood.

"Please Rock, may I drink your cum?"

"What? Just my cum? That's not very polite, Barbie. What about your 
guests?"

She turned her head slowly, taking in the surrounding mass of over one 
hundred men, now more hungry for Barbie than steak. Her lower lip 
trembled, and she had to try twice to get the words out.

"P-Please let me drink everyone's cum."

The crowd went wild with cheers while the men closest to her fought to 
get to her waiting mouth, their bobbing erections closing in on 
her in a tight circle. I saw her take an immense penis in her mouth 
just before she disappeared behind a wall of eager volunteers and the 
scene faded to black.

The next scene was horrifying. The fire had died a bit, but Sarah was 
still chained in front of it, now alone on her knees, sobbing quietly. 
Her face was almost unrecognizable under the thick layer of semen. Her 
shoulders, breasts, and belly were slick and sticky, and globs of cum 
fell from her hair and chin, adding to a small puddle that formed 
slowly on the trampled earth before her. How long had it been? How
many bikers had masturbated into her mouth and face? One hundred or 
more? Impossible. I just couldn't believe it.

Rock appeared next to her and helped her to her feet. He wiped the cum 
from her eyes with both hands, then, grinning, placed his sticky 
fingers on her lips until she sucked them clean.

"Time to dance for your guests again, Barbie. They're getting bored, 
and my parties are never boring."

She stared wildly at him, barely able to stand on her own. 

"Please Rock, I don't think I can. I want to, but I'm so tired. I feel 
like I'm going to be sick. I've never swallowed this much cum before. 
Please don't make me dance again. Please Rock. I just can't."

"You whining little bitch! This is your party! And you don't even 
appreciate it! You really are a stupid bimbo, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?"

The muscles of his face twitched with rage as she cowered and cried.

"Yes Rock, I'm a stupid bimbo! Please don't hurt me! I'm a slut, an 
empty-headed cum-drinking slut. I'm sorry, I'm sooo sorry Rock. I'll do 
it. I'll do it for you, Rock. I'll dance for them. You'll see. I'll 
dance and play with myself and let them do anything they want to me. 
I'll - I'll. . ."

"Now that's my Barbie! We'll clean you off, and you'll be just like new 
again, ok?"

Sarah nodded her head, relieved and shaking.

"C'mon all you freaks! Barbie needs a shower!"

The unruly mob appeared at once out of the darkness, again closing in 
around her. Fifty cans popped at once, as jets of cold beer hit her 
from every angle. She shrieked and covered her face with both hands as 
the freezing spray soaked her, all the while trying to dance for Rock.
He stood there and clapped as the last of the beer dripped from her 
body.

"Nice try Barbie! Now you get to learn a new trick. It's called a 
bottle dance. Now concentrate real hard, Barbie. Here's what you do."

The scene faded again, then returned. The fire burned brighter, its 
flames climbing high into the night sky. Sarah squatted in front of it, 
her naked back welcoming the heat. Rock walked to her, opened a fresh 
Bud long-neck, and set it on the ground under her. Slowly, carefully, 
she lowered herself over the bottle and sank down over the length of 
it, taking the slim neck inside her. Oohs and ahhs escaped the 
captivated crowd as she squatted naked in front of them, impaled on the 
cold glass. She stared straight ahead as if in a trance, then began 
pumping the bottle with short, furious strokes. Soon a thick foam 
poured from her, flowing over her slender hands in a sudden gush. She 
continued to shake the bottle until half the beer had escaped inside 
her, then removed it, brought it to her mouth, and chugged the rest.

By the third bottle, I was shaking violently, barely able to watch the 
degrading spectacle. Sarah was expressionless, her eyes locked 
somewhere in the distance, as another small piece of her was taken, 
used, and discarded. The scene faded after the sixth bottle.

Seconds later, Betty was beside her watching with fascinated amusement. 
Sarah was surrounded by more empty bottles than I could count. No 
longer able to squat over the bottles, she sat in the dirt with legs 
spread, clumsily trying to stuff one more long-neck into her reddened 
slit. Betty reached down and took the bottle from her, now laughing out 
loud.

"Why Barbie, you little slut. I think you're drunk! What would your 
husband say if he saw you like this, trying to fuck beer bottles in the 
dirt like a sow in heat?"

Sarah lowered her head in shame as beer continued to trickle from her 
swollen pussy onto the ground between her legs. She lost her balance, 
fell to one side, caught her fall with an outstretched arm, and pushed 
herself upright again, now looking up at Betty with tears in her eyes.

"I'm s-s-sorry, Betty. I d-don't feel so good. I-I'm just sooo dizzy. I 
can't -  "

"'I can't, I can't, I can't.' Is that all you know how to say, slut? 
You're dizzy all right. You're dizzy enough to be Barbie's retarded 
sister! How dare you get drunk and ruin Rock's party! You're the 
entertainment, for Christ sake!"

"I'm s-sorry Betty. I'm d-doing the b-best I can. . .but -"

"Quit your blubbering, slut. You'll just have to do something extra now 
to make Rock's party a success. He gets furious when someone fucks up a 
good party. Do you hear me, slut? Answer me!"

"I hear you, Betty. I'll do whatever you want me to. P-please don't 
tell Rock I ruined his party. I'll do anything. . ."

"You're damn right you will."

Betty retrieved the end of the chain from a nearby tree, then moved the 
other end from Sarah's ankle to a thick leather dog collar that she
secured tightly around her neck. She gave the chain a few hard tugs,
then pulled Sarah to her feet.

"Since you seem to like wallowing in the dirt like an animal, you'll be 
my pet cunt for the rest of the evening. Tonight you're a cunt on a 
leash, nothing more. You'll follow me on your hands and knees wherever
I go, do whatever I say, without any whining. Do you understand, 
Cunt?"

"Y-yes Betty. I'll try to be a good cunt for you. I promise."

"Quiet, Cunt! Unless I tell you to speak, a nod of that empty head is 
how you answer. Understand?"

Sarah nodded quickly, trying to focus on her instructions through a 
drunken haze.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get down in the dirt where you 
belong!"

Sarah fell to her knees, choking and gagging when the chain pulled her 
collar tight. Betty chuckled, then let her have enough chain to crawl 
on her hands and knees. Sarah looked up, waiting for her first 
instructions.

"Don't look at me, Cunt! You're only a cunt, remember? Cunts don't have 
faces. Keep your head down, and don't embarrass the guests! 
Understand?"

Sarah lowered her head and nodded, not daring to look away from the 
beer-soaked mud beneath her.

Betty circled her a few times, inspecting her new pet.

"Oh my, Cunt. It looks like you're in heat! Your pussy's so red and 
juicy! Are you in heat, Cunt?"

Sarah nodded enthusiastically, remembering to keep her face lowered.

"Well, my little pet. If you behave, maybe we can find a nice big 
cock for you tonight. Would you like that, Cunt?"

Sarah nodded again as she felt the thick leather collar dig into the 
soft skin beneath it.

"I'll bet you would, you little tramp. But you have to let all those 
big cocks know that you're ready for them. Since you're a poor dumb 
animal, I'll have to teach you how. Listen carefully, Cunt.

"When you're not crawling along in the dirt, I mean each and every time 
we stop to visit a guest, you'll arch your back, spread your legs, and 
hold that wet, ripe pussy in the air, just like an animal in heat 
should. Now, let me see you try it."

And then, like a bitch in heat, Sarah thrust her ass in the air and 
spread her knees as far as she could. Her swollen labia protruded 
obscenely, still moist with beer. Betty had reduced her to less than an 
animal. She was a cunt, and only a cunt. It was a disgusting sight.

"Good, Cunt. Very good! Now for the most important part. Make that 
hungry little pussy move. Open and close it, again and again. C'mon, 
Cunt! Use the same muscles that you use to milk Rock's prick. Tighten 
them, then relax. Let all those big hard cocks out there see what it 
can do to them! That's it! Excellent! Good Cunt!"

Her pussy unfolded, then tightened, over and over, showing its wet, 
pink depths for a few seconds, then hiding them again with plump, 
freshly shaved flesh. How could I have let it come to this? Would Sarah 
ever be the same? Somehow, I had to stop this, before we were both 
changed forever.

The camera followed them as they wandered through the crowd, stopping 
occasionally to film Sarah silently beg for the nearest cock with her 
small, round ass in the air. Few of the bikers could resist. They rode 
her like an animal, humping her as she struggled to stay still and 
quiet. As the word spread, a line formed. Betty stood at the head of 
it, telling each waiting biker how cock-hungry her new pet was, and
that the harder they fucked her, the better she liked it. One of the 
men slammed into her brutally, pushing her face into dirt before 
exploding violently inside her. 

As the last biker buried his cock inside her, Betty knelt beside her,
lifting Sarah's face to look into her eyes.

"Moan a little for me, my pet. Let him know how good his cock feels 
inside you. Moan like you moan for your husband, then moan louder, like 
you moan for a real man."

She began softly, with the familiar little noises I knew all too well. 
Betty moved closer, placing her mouth over Sarah's, stabbing at her 
with her tongue. She kissed her hard and deeply, muffling Sarah's quiet 
moans. Then came the sounds I had never heard before, deep long, 
throaty moans that were more like an animal's than my wife's. They grew 
louder and louder as Betty sucked at Sarah's mouth, and the biker 
plunged into her from behind. Her fragile body rocked back and forth as 
they invaded her from both ends, until the last of the bikers emptied 
his cum into her and left. The scene faded as Betty led her 
away at the end of her leash into the darkness.

The final scene was the worst. The party had become quiet bits of 
conversation here and there by those still sober enough to stay awake. 
The fire had died to a wide circle of glowing embers, releasing a 
column of gray ash and smoke into the night sky. Silhouetted by the red 
glow, Sarah mounted him, guiding the head of his cock between her legs.
She lowered herself on it slowly, until the full length of it was 
buried inside her. Her eyes were locked on his, and the faint light 
showed just enough detail to make out Rock's sickening grin. She began 
to rise and fall on his rigid meat, impaling her slim body with the 
thick shaft of warm flesh that stretched and filled her in ways I never
could. She moved faster, panting and drooling as she fucked him. 
Small little cries that I recognized from our own lovemaking escaped 
her, evenly spaced between gasping breaths. Rock urged her on, 
whispering to her as his gaze paralyzed her. Sarah's words stabbed at 
me from the darkness.

"Oh, Rock...it feels so good...so big and hard inside me...Barbie loves 
your cock...Barbie wants you to cum inside her...Barbie wants you to 
make her cum too...oh God, you're so huge...sooo good, Rock...so 
fucking good...fuck me, Rock...fuck me harder...I'm your 
fucktoy...harder, Rock...please, harder...oh God, you're making me cum, 
Rock...I'm cumming now, Rock. . . "

In a second he was on top of her, pumping and grinding his cock inside 
her heaving belly. Her fingers dug into his ass as she tried to pull 
more of him inside. He grunted sharply as the first jet of semen 
entered her. Sarah moaned one last time, a long, low, guttural tone, 
the sound she had only made looking into my eyes. The scene faded 
slowly as she thrashed and cried, cumming wildly at the end of Rock's
plunging prick.

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