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Purgatory

Prompted by an idea from Cfnmlover84 in the forum.

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Drink always brought the demon out. "You were flirting with him," I snarled through gritted teeth, biting back the words, the names: Bitch! Whore! Slut! A jealous rage clouded my mind, obscuring the dark road ahead. Good that my hands were on the wheel, not about her neck.

"I wasn't," she whimpered. "Please, Dan!"

Right then I hated Trix. She was mine. I saw the way they lusted after her, the way she looked at them. The way she didn't look at me - not any longer. I hated her for knowing my inadequacy, my weakness, my failures. I hated that I loved her and saw only fear of me in her dark, judgemental eyes.

"If I hadn't dragged you out of there," I hissed, "you would've been on your knees, sucking his cock!" I laughed. "Since you love it so much, you can suck mine!" Grabbing her head by her blonde curls, I pulled her down to my crotch. "Do it!"

And with her lips fastened obediently about my stick, I lost control, spinning the car from the road.

Trix screamed. I screamed.

Then nothing.

*

I awoke in a savage forest, dark, windswept and bitterly cold, no sign of Trix, or the car, or the road. I zipped up my fly and tried to stand, but a wave of nausea knocked me to my knees.

At least I wasn't in pain. By some miracle I had survived the car crash without injury, but... I had no idea where I was.

"Hello?" I called, hoping for but not really expecting an answer. "Trix?"

"Hello!"

I swivelled round and saw an elderly man - in his seventies, perhaps - striding towards me through the trees. "Dan, yes? I've looking for you."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank, God! Where am I? What happened? And Trix!"

"She's fine, she's fine. In fact, I'm to take you to her. Do come along!"

He turned and strode off, and I stumbled after. "Wait," I said. "Who are you?" What I couldn't quite bring myself to ask was, "Do you know your fly's undone?" Given the size of the cock dangling from the aperture, he had to know.

"Virgin," he called back cheerfully. "That's what they all call me."

The forest ended at an archway, a road leading beyond to a grant chateau, as if I'd been transported through time and space to Versailles. The palace was full of light and life and music, movement at all the windows, snatches of what sounded almost like an orgy, like the cries of a woman's pleasure.

I hesitated. "What is this place?"

Virgin turned to me, and I was shocked to see him stroking his cock, fully erect now and of porn-star proportions. "Enter in," he said, grinning. "Here be plenty of entering. Can ye hear it? That'll be Trix they're entering..."

"Harder!" a woman's voice cried. Trix's voice. "So big! So fucking big! Harder!"

My heart hammering, I raced up the stone stairs and through the great oak doors, looking around frantically for Trix. The vast marble hall was full of people moving about in groups, chatting, drinking, eating. What was most astonishing was the variety of people, from French aristocracy to Roman centurions, to coal miners and US Air Force and more.

It was a film set. It had to be. There was even a cinema screen against one wall, people crowded around, watching what looked like porn, a generic Adonis ramming a thick cock into a shaven pussy. "Oh, yes!" the starlet cried, turning to look lustfully at the camera. "Hurry! My husband will be home any moment!"

It was Trix, her dark eyes burrowing into my soul. The horror and embarrassment of it! I would have fallen if Virgin hadn't supported me. "Aye, she's a beauty, that one." With one hand spare, he returned to his stroking, gazing in adoration at my wife.

The Adonis grunted, pulling his cock out until only the tip of the formidable shaft was still embedded. "Let him drink my cum from your sweet, tight cunt." The tip withdrew, and creamy cum gushed from the glistening lips and trickled down her thighs.

"Not so tight now," she said, laughing. "I'll hardly feel his tiny prick, now that I've been fucked by a real man."

My head was spinning and I struggled to breathe. Was it really possible? Was that really Trix? My Trix? My Trix had never shaved her pubes like that. But those eyes... That voice...

The betrayal of it! It proved I was right all along. She was a slut. A whore. A bitch. She deserved everything she'd get, as soon as... "Where's the door?" I snarled, looking around. There were many doorways, but none leading outside.

Virgin had shuffled up behind a woman in a French maid costume. She was talking to her friends in an animated fashion, and seemed oblivious to the old man until his cum arced out, splashing onto her skirt and stockings. She whirled round and screeched, "Fuck off, Virgin."

He retreated quickly, but winked happily at me. "She likes it really. Tell me, is she licking her fingers?" He didn't wait for an answer - but he was right. "Come," he said. "I'll find your Trix. To the bathroom!"

*

The door was well labelled, if disappointingly plain for its setting. I left behind the historical film set for a surreal post-modern men's bathroom. The walls of the cubicles were glass. The basins and freestanding toilet bowls were glass. Even the wall to the women's bathroom was glass, the only privacy being the back-to-back nature of the arrangement.

Though they were front-to-front now, all cubicles occupied on both sides, gentlemen standing, ladies sitting, cocks thrust through holes in the glass to meet eager lips, sighs of manly pleasure mixing with moans of womanly delight, accompanied inevitably by the slurping of cocks and the impatient thumping of pelvises against glass.

"She's exquisite in the flesh," Virgin said, his cock erect once more. "You're a lucky man to have known her."

I followed his gaze to a woman I could not see clearly, half-hidden as she was behind the brute of a man whose cock she was sucking with abandon. As I moved to see her more clearly, to see my wife, unmistakable even with her jaw stretched wide by a shaft of impressive girth, she glanced up at me for a moment, the mutual recognition clear - but faltered not, and seemed almost to dismiss me.

"Trix!" I screamed, banging on the cubicle door, but neither Trix nor the brute reacted.

I ran from the bathroom, intending to find the door to the other, but must have taken the wrong exit. I stumbled out into a corridor, as quiet and empty as the main hall had been loud and full. Ancient portraits of ancient men and women lined the walls. I searched for the door to the other bathroom, but found no way in.

Virgin joined me. "Look through here," he said, showing me a peep hole, and I put my eye to it.

It was Trix. I couldn't see all of her, but I was sure. She was side-on to me, fully undressed now and with her bum pressed to the glass divide. I could see the brute's thick cock pounding into her through the glory hole, her breasts swinging in rhythm. "Trix!" I yelled, banging my fist against the wall, but there was no sign she heard, and none that she cared.

I slumped to the floor, a pain in my chest as if my heart might break. "Why is she doing this to me?"

"It's not the why, mate," Virgin said. "It's the who. Though a better question would be who isn't she doing?"

A hidden door opened beside me suddenly and Trix emerged, bare and unbearably beautiful. From my vantage on the floor, I had a close view of her pussy, framed by her blonde pubes, leaking cum. "Trix!"

I leapt to my feet, but she raced away, her laughter echoing along the corridor. I chased after, and she darted through a doorway and slammed the door shut, locking it. Even as I tried and failed to get through, I heard her scream, and I dropped to my knees to spy through the keyhole.

Someone that I couldn't see properly put a harness over her head, complete with a bit between her teeth. Someone else fastened a belt about her waist, a chastity belt with plugs for both. She squealed as they were pushed into her and the belt locked in place.

Despite the repeated humiliation of seeing my wife used by other men, my own cock was throbbing with urgent need. As a pair of wicked riding crops tormented my wife's tender thighs and succulent breasts, provoking squeals of complaint and a pitiful, wordless pleading for mercy, I released my aching cock and worked it urgently.

"Aye, your lassie chose the wrong room," Virgin said.

I moaned with relief as I reached the peak, my cum spurting out almost disappointingly. The other side of the door, Trix was holding her breasts firmly about a cock of stallion length, while hands removed her belt and instead inserted a large crystal butt plug. The sight of my wife's ass being held open by that transparent intruder stirred my ebbing cock to life again. I wanted to fill that dark hole myself.

She cried out with surprise as cum exploded from the tip of the cock, a great rope of thick, creamy cum splashing against her neck and down across her breasts. More and more burst forth, until it seemed her whole chest was coated in the stuff. The cock withdrew from my sight, but Trix stared up adoringly at its owner as she massaged her breasts.

Until a second cock took her from behind, a vigorous assault on her pussy. With a whine of self-pity, I ceded my place at the keyhole to Virgin. "What a beautiful cunt she has," he murmured. "I would live in her cunt if I could."

I didn't need to look. I could feel the rhythmic impact of flesh on flesh in my soul. I could hear her cries of pleasure through the locked door. "I'm in Hell," I said.

Virgin laughed. "Nah, mate. We're in Heaven. It just ain't yours."

Taking a hairpin from his pocket, he teased the lock, trying and twisting until it turned, then threw open the door triumphantly. I rushed in after, but Trix was gone, her assailants too. Virgin picked up the discarded chastity belt and licked the plugs as if they were lollipops. Without even touching himself, he climaxed, his cock jerking wildly as cum jetted forth, joining the mess of fluids left by the others. "Delicious," he murmured.

Somewhere in the distance a bell rang - or perhaps it was a gong that was struck. "Ah! Is that the time? We must hurry!"

He set a swift pace through the corridors, refusing to let me explore, even when I thought I heard her, or thought I glimpsed her. "I know where she'll be," is all he would say. We came at last to a grand ballroom, hundreds of Roman centurions gathering about a glass tube. The ceiling was a perfect mirror, or I would not have seen the eye of this storm of excitement.

It was Trix. Inside the tube. Her hands and her mouth busy, all full of cock. There was no way I could get close, not without waiting my turn.

I waited. I hated myself for it. I hated that I was aroused by her licentiousness. I hated not knowing how many men had fucked her so far, or indeed how many more would before she was mine again. I hated that she was ignoring me - or, worse, doing this because of me.

One by one the men came and went, the crowd thinning. By the time I was close enough to see clearly, her hair was soaked with cum, her face and body slick with it. Her hands and mouth worked tirelessly, each outpouring of cum adding to the mix, the viscous milky pool in which she knelt.

It was up above her knees by the time I reached the glass. There were slots at waist height for cocks to push through, but no other way to reach her. "Give it to me, Dan," she said, a mocking tone in her voice. With one hand she worked Virgin's proud cock. The other was busy below, scooping up the blend of cum and massaging her clit with it. Otherwise we were alone, the ballroom empty save for the three of us.

I thrust my erect cock through a slot. Trix sneered at it, but after a moment's hesitation took me in her mouth, sucking hungrily.

Bitch! Slut! Whore!

Abruptly dizzy, I would have fallen had Virgin not grabbed and held me. I leaned against the glass, Trix still sucking my dick - like I had told her to. I had pushed her head into my crotch, angry that she had been flirting with other men when she was mine, all mine, and only mine.

Her mouth felt so good... Cum splashed against her face as Virgin finished in splendid style, but it hardly made a difference, so drenched was she already.

What had happened? Was it the drink? The weather? Was it coming in her mouth? Like now?

In her tube, Trix accepted her final tribute, and seemed almost to melt into the pool of cum - or perhaps it was just a lot deeper than it looked.

Her expression had been blissful, like I had never seen in life. "We're dead," I said. "Aren't we? I killed us."

Virgin sighed. "Who cares. I'm going to fuck her gorgeous cunt if it's the last thing I do. And I bet I do it before you..."

I scowled at his departing back, then hurried after.
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