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Gwen violently elbowed Dominic in the ribs.

"Fucking jerk." She muttered.

Dominic didn't feel it or hear her words. The world was thrown askew, upended and recast as foreign territory. People were out to get Gwen and Paul was one of them? He was considering these new facts and couldn't assimilate them.

"Let's hope they're on their way back. I'll get Dr Schroeder to check with Schluter. Oh and gentlemen? My mother will eat your balls as you lay screaming if this kid is not recovered. Find her." The woman's voice articulated coldly, ending the conversation.

"There are road blocks at all routes outta Sixville. She can't escape." Cannavane told his partner. It had sounded as if the woman had meant what she'd said.

Just then a bunch of youths turned up on bikes. It was clear from their body language that they were expected.

"Boys." Cannavane nodded in greeting. "Hang out here and watch the house."

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The boys circled and wheeled in the street on their bikes. Dominic found it hard to count them as they continuously left to circle the block, often returning with other young men.

He was still unable to process what was happening. The boys exuded an aura of menace that he could hardly believe.

"We've got to get out of here!" Gwen growled at him, pulling him by his sweater. He crawled along after her simply because he didn't know what else to do.

"We should call the police." He spoke after they navigated past a difficult fence post.

"Who the fuck do you think are manning the road blocks?" Gwen snarled.

"Shit. This cannot be happening."

"The bad people are out to get me. Just like I said. Hey, at least I'm not schizo, but I am fucked, right, huh?" She whispered sarcastic and angry.

Her words finally struck home and Dominic swallowed hard. This group of people were obviously bad news and they wanted to hurt Gwen. He resolved, right there, that that would never happen.

"My house! From there we can head through the woods. Leetown is only an hour away by the path."

Gwen nodded curtly.

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They were nearly at Dominic's street. They'd stuck to backyards and resorting to climbing fences, as Gwen was certain that Sixville's streets were teeming with enemies.

"Why do they want you? Who are they?" Dominic whined at point as they took a rest.

"Fuck knows. Some cult or something. Satanists, maybe?"

Dominic couldn't believe what had happened to his life. It had got slanted or something, knocked off into some reality where even his neighbours represented danger.

He helped Gwen over a fence and began to climb over when he was seized and dragged down.

Instinctively he elbowed his assailant in the face. There was sickening crunch as his nose broke. It turned Dominic's stomach.

"Dominic, don't let them take me away. Don't let them take me away, don't let them take me away." Gwen was pleading regressing like a child. "Don't let them take me away..." Her voice sounded helpless.

Dominic swung his arm again and made contact.

"Hummmph." His attacker groaned and Dom was free. He turned towards Gwen. Two sheriff's deputies were manhandling her into a truck.

"Stop!" Dominic yelled and advanced. He grabbed one by the collar of his shirt and yanked him from the struggling Gwen. He was fired by the hatred of his own stupidity; of course they'd watch his home. Oh God, please let Stacey and the girls be all right!

A well-swung nightstick knocked out Dominic, Gwen's only hope.

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Dominic awoke in pain. It flashed hurt when he moved his head to survey the room he was in.

Apart from the chair he was tied to, the room was empty of furniture. The marble floor and tasteful modern art on the walls told him he was probably in a villa or mansion in the best part of town.

He couldn't tell how long he'd been out. He tested the strength of his bonds. They were tight but not too tight, a fact that filled him with hope; he might just be able to work himself free! A call to the FBI or the National Guard or something and this nightmare would be over.

He began to twist his wrists and felt the rope pull against the frame of the heavy chair.

"Aghhh." He grunted as the rope bit into the skin of his arms. He tried to block out the pain. Who know what Gwen was being subjected to?

He must have been tugging at his bonds for close to an hour. He was sweating hard and a little out of breath but his ropes were definitely looser when he heard a key in the lock.

Damn! A little longer and he'd have been able to surprise them with his fists. He tried to calm his breathing. Maybe they wouldn't notice or think to check the knots....

Paul Chatham entered the room and brought Anna with him. Dominic flooded with relief until he recalled that these two people were no friends of his.

"Paul! Paul. Get me out of here. You've got to help me!" Dominic cried, failing to hide his desperation. " Help me."

"We are going to help you, Dominic." Paul said but the glint in his eyes scared Dominic.

Anna got down on the floor in front of him and smiled wickedly as she groped the bulge in his pants.

"Hey! What the fuck!" Dominic yelped.

"Dominic, you're in denial and we're gonna help you face reality."

Traitorously Dominic's cock began to stiffen under Anna's touch.

"Get the fuck away from me!" He shouted.

Anna just laughed and continued to play. Her touch felt so good and Dominic was completely at her mercy.

"Dom. Dom." Paul called, having to attract his attention with a wave as his colleague was watching the woman in his lap. "Are you enjoying that, Dom? Tsk... all that happily married monogamy crap...I mean I like Stacey, I really do...but do you really wanna fuck the same dreary pussy everyday or when ever she'll let you?"

"Fuck you, Paul! Don't you fucking dare talk...gah...ah...." Dom choked as his hard prick was pulled from his pants and swallowed whole by Anna's eager mouth.

He tried to pull his shaft free of that warm wetness, but fighting against her just increased the sensation. He was forced to shut his eyes and resolve to ignore her expert tongue flicking and dancing over his thick nine inches.

"Once you stop repressing it Dom, you'll feel better. God, Dom if her mouth feels like that imagine what her cunt will feel like."

"Fuck, Paul, we're friends. I ...ah...don't want this. Let...me go and I'll forget...I don't know what they've ...ah...done to you..."

"Homplfl..." Anna muttered, relishing the dick she'd yearned for. She slid her hands down her front and began to finger her pussy.

Dominic was mentally reciting the multiplication tables but it was a losing battle. If this kept up he'd be shooting cum down another woman's throat.

Dominic sensed movement and Anna's whoring mouth left his cock with a last slurp. She had been kicked to the floor by an even more stunning woman.

"Fucking Nazi bitch. You get our scraps, never the first bite!" This goddess chastised. Anna looked at Paul to defend her but he was cowed. This new person looked Dominic up and down, her eyes focused on his cock shiny with spit for a long time.

"Very nice, Doctor, but now is not the time." She smirked and tucked his pulsing dick away. "My name is Claudine and I am your host for this evening." Maybe she'd taken a course; 'Etiquette for hostage taking', or something.

"What's going on? What do you want Gwen for?" Dominic had recognised Claudine. She was the Mayor's wife and he'd seen her opening a new ward at the hospital; maybe she was someone who could be reasoned with.

"Turns out Gwen wasn't the one we were looking for. Nevertheless, Gwen is part of my family, Doctor. I regret you've been caught up in it, but that's life." She shrugged, and Dominic shivered; he'd never seen a woman do it so erotically. His deflating cock began to reharden. " Gwen is going to be reborn, Doctor, and take her place here. You're going to help us..." She smirked again and Dominic was very afraid.

"I'll never help you. Never." He cried, defiantly.

"Oooh, so clichéd..." She sounded disappointed in him. "I've heard it before." She sounded thoroughly bored. "I think you'll change your mind." She sounded very sure of herself.

She whistled quietly and two armed men entered. They trained their weapons on Dom as Claudine began to sever the ropes that held him.

In a few moments the small group, Dominic being half dragged, left the antechamber and joined the party.

Hundreds of people parted as they entered. They all appeared unashamedly naked and Dominic could see some of them rutting on the floor or up against walls. He saw familiar faces amongst the crowd. There were celebrities and famous models mingling with faces he recognised from the street. It was mind-boggling.

He'd never seen such hot women and so many gathered in one place. The air was wrong. Subtle scents whirling around him snared his senses and drew his gaze around him. There was nowhere to look without seeing enticing tits or cunts or asses. His cock was fully hard now and he had no way of hiding its jutting form as it tented his pants.

"Please..." He asked a guard but got no response. A hand snuck out to fondle his balls and he heard a snigger behind him. He turned instinctively and saw Gwen.

She was upon an altar to the left of him, dressed in an almost transparent white top and skirt. A gorgeous blonde woman was drawing blood from her arm.

With a deep relief Dominic noted the rise and fall of her chest. He could make out the dark shape of her nipple in profile. His stomach lurched and he thought madness might fall upon at any moment.

"You won't get away with this." He warned, knowing it was futile.

"Ha ha ha, oh baby we've been getting away with it for a very long time." Claudine sighed gravely. She pulled at his sweater. He started to resist but his guards didn't take too kindly his non-compliance. He raised his arms and he was soon topless.

Claudine's sensuous hands draped all over his chest and brushed through his chest hair, scraping down to the start of his pubic hair. Dom shivered.

She had an appreciative look in her eyes.

"You're a decent man, Dominic. You love your wife and family but it isn't enough. You'll betray them."

"You're wrong. My body may respond but my heart and soul are my own and free ...I won't do what you say."

"You will and what's more you'll do it willingly."

"No."

Claudine kissed him, catching him by surprise. Before he knew what he was doing he'd put his arms around her. "You're a man and the animal is waiting to be released. We're going to turn the key and watch you become the true you. You'll fuck and fuck and you'll love it. You'll mistake depravity for happiness and sink further and further into sin."

Dominic shivered, repulsed by what she was envisioning but the words took on life in his mind. They nested in its recesses and called to be realised.

"No...please..." He groaned, his eyes beseeching the onlookers. He wanted to run but he couldn't, wouldn't leave Claudine's embrace.

Docile, she led him over to Gwen.

"Dr Schroeder," She said, indicating the intimidating blonde "has kindly drugged her. She'll never have to know that it was you that fucked her, took her and used her at her most helplessness. She'll never know."

Dominic licked his lips and swallowed. Wasn't it better that he fuck her than any of the other men in the room? Didn't he want her more?

He shook his head conflicted. Dominic tentatively placed a hand on Gwen's ankle. Her skin was so smooth and the world did not end.

"That's it, Dominic. Feel her. Feel her softness,"

Dominic's hand stopped trembling as his hand moved up her calf. Gwen moaned, her body squirming unconsciously. How he wanted her to moan.

"Think about how her young body will feel under you, Doctor. Won't she have a nice tight cunt, Doctor?" Claudine breathed softly into his ear.

Dominic swallowed hard. He tried to shake his head, to bring back some sense of reality. His mind flashbacked to the image of Gwen, her legs spread and pink panties on display. Of that moist dampness.

His spare hand somehow found itself down his pants, holding onto his stiffening cock.

"No..." He rasped, stopping at the hem of Gwen's skirt.

Claudine embraced his naked torso from behind, playing with the hairs on his belly and at the nape of his neck.

"You've thought of this, of touching her, haven't you?" Claudine cajoled intimately. "You want to fuck her, Dominic and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Stacey..."

"Isn't here. Gwen's tight snatch, Dominic, touch it, taste her sweet tits. That's what you want to do, isn't it?"

"Yes...?" Dominic's head swam, the air full of heady, befuddling aromas.

His touch rose higher, as if out of his control. Soon his fingers had pushed panty fabric aside and rested at Gwen's wet and warm entrance.

"Oh God..."

"Don't hold back, Dominic. Fuck her now."

Claudine's words sounded so reasonable that Dominic bent and yanked Gwen's skirt and panties down. Her body was so pliable.

He inhaled as Gwen's sweet musk suffused through the air. He rose up to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.

He paused but it was inevitable now. Lust filled his brain and he was breathing hard just at the thought of cumming inside her.

He could feel unidentified hands working to undo his belt and then his pants were gone. He revelled in his nakedness, his hard lustiness.

He crawled over Gwen's writhing body, lavishing it with sloppy kisses. Any thoughts of his wife or his family were gone. There was no stopping him now. Her hot unresisting body was his to use any way he wished.

Dominic's big hands roved all over her, fondling and cupping her breasts, lifting her thighs to cup her ass and push her groin against his own.

She was making little murmuring sounds now as his lips and teeth sucked and nibbled at her skin.

"Fuck her. Rape her. The bitch is yours, Dominic." Claudine commanded. "Just how you want her."

"Yeah." He sighed and Dominic pulled Claudine close to kiss her, grateful. She tasted so good he almost didn't hear the collective sigh go up amongst the onlookers.

Their mouths parted and Dominic took a second to glance around the hall. It was wall of nude flesh, their eyes all-intent on him. He thought nothing of it now. Desire and sin and indecency seemed natural to him at that moment.

Everyone was swaying, rubbing, touching, fornicating. He could feel their anticipation, their need and with one long lick of Claudine's perfect tits he returned to Gwen.

He seized his hard cock, guided it to her cunt and with one thrust he was penetrated ball deep inside of her.

"Ahmmm...." Gwen gasped awake, simultaneously. "No..." She groaned as she took in her surroundings and situation. "No..." She cried in disbelief, tears forming in her eyes.

She struggled briefly, but hands appeared to hold her down as Dominic pounded away at her pussy.

"Oh, fuck yeah." He growled as her internal muscles constricted around his shaft. It was better now she was awake...

"Please...." Gwen whimpered. "Ahh noo..."

She arched her back as oiled fingers caressed her body and Dominic's hand found it's way to her clit.

"hmmm...don't...." She pleaded but her husky voice belied the pleasure she was feeling. Dominic was fucking hot, though it had taken a moment before she'd recognised him.

"Feel it, sister. Take sustenance. Wake up, now and fuck him. Delight in this sin. Rejoice in evil dirty fucking. This is who you are. A slut, a whore. Say it, Gwen. Admit who you are, who you've always been." Claudine sang to the younger girl. "Look at what you've done to Dominic...you've done this to him."

"Jesu...hm hm hm oh..." Gwen wailed, wrapping her legs round Dominic's waist, spurring him to fuck her harder and deeper. She began to thrust her hips aggressively to match his.

"Yes...fuck...yes..."Dominic shouted, looking in her eyes and seeing her wanting him. He grinned down wolfishly.

"Fill her with cum, baby. Empty all your cum for me, baby." Claudine encouraged, stroking Dom's sweaty, heaving back and ass. He gave her an evil little sneer, his lip curling, and upped his pace, gyrating his hips a little. He'd never experienced a fuck like it.

"Yeah...I want your cum...oh...that's ...I want all your cum from now on...." Gwen beseeched him. She knew it was true, an irrevocable change had come over her, some part of herself had been revealed after so long dormant.

The final surrender of her inhibitions was almost like a climax in itself, swelling heat bursting through her body like a nebulous cloud.

"Shoot your cum in me." She begged, aroused by the transformation she could see in him. She had him. He was hers now. In some new part of her brain she was comparing the man he'd once been and the man he would be now; indecent, sinful, an adulterer...

She came hard and suddenly, raking her nails across his buttocks. Breathless, she raised herself to steal the air he exhaled.

"UHHHH" He grunted as he shot creamy ribbons of cum up her pussy. He buried his head in her tits as his cock twitched every last drop inside of her.

She finally felt at peace, sated. She'd been reborn in evil and found her true place in the world.

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Stacey slid her hand into her husband's and shifted closer. Together they watched as their children played with the lively Jack Russell terrier.

"Have you thought of a name yet?" Dominic asked.

"Dog." Said Rosalie, inspiring the grown-ups to laugh and Laurie to roll her eyes.

"I wanna call him Pavlov, like the guy with the dogs, Dad." His eldest informed him. He ruffled her hair, in the way she secretly adored.

"We'll think of something, kids." Stacey intervening before a fight broke out.

"Think we made a bad call?" Dominic whispered to his wife.

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. She might have been about to make a reply but Dom's cell phone chirped.

He got hard immediately as he looked at the small blue screen.

"I'm needed at the hospital. Kiss the girls goodnight for me?" He asked his wife as he grabbed his jacket.

If Dom felt any guilt none showed on his face. He'd lied to Stacey once again; he was off to cheat on her and felt no remorse at all.

He shut the door behind him and began walking towards his car when a hand reached out and pulled him to the shadows.

"Gwen..." He smiled, rakishly, rubbing his crotch against her. She been transformed and exuded sexuality from every pore. In everyway she was faultless. Even her scares were gone.

"But you're a married man, Dr Gale...don't you feel bad at all?" Gwen whispered coquettishly.

Dominic didn't reply but his smile got bigger as did his raging hard-on. He pushed the girl against the wall, one hand slipping up under her skirt and into her panties.

"Umm." She moaned as his big hand stroked over her clit and wet pussy. They kissed forcefully, tongues lashing, wrestling and colliding as all his fingers were inserted inside her.

"Ahh!!" She cried, biting her lip. Dominic extracted his glistening hand. He smeared her juices over her lips for her to lick off.

"Ha ha hm.." She chuckled before he refreshed the supply and covered her mouth with his.

He ripped open her blouse, buttons popping everywhere, so that he could palm her nipples and cup the irresistible weight of her bountiful tits.

"Oh fuck." He groaned as he broke off their kiss to nuzzle in her cleavage. He left a hand there as he went down on one knee to lick and suck on her inner thigh, her tight skirt roughly shoved around her waist. Since that night a month ago he'd sampled lots of cunt; Claudine's, Anna's, dozens of anonymous sluts at the mayor's mansion, even several patients' but none compared to Gwen's for sweetness of flavour.

The curled tip of his tongue flicked at the nub of her clit, causing her writhe against the wall. He loved the feel of his beard on her skin with his face buried in that warm, wet place.