Story - The Debt Collector

"Whose fault do you think this is!"

Simon glared at his wife, then at the Mule. No one's fault but his own.

He started it. The taunting at work. The eventual firing which led to the Mule losing his license. If Simon had known what his actions would have wrought, he would have not poked the Mule.

His job. His house. Secrets could destroy it all. Taken away in a flash.

And what about his family? How could his wife and daughter continue to live in the community if his behavior was found out?

To keep any of his life intact, Simon had to settle his debts. And he owed the Mule

...his humiliation.

He allowed the Mule to "borrow" his wife to earn the Mule's silence. He PIMPED out his own wife.

Reluctant at first, Sarah cursed her husband for his risk-taking foolishness. It started with one night in a hotel room. Then, a weekend to an unrevealed location. Unexpected visits to the house became frequent. Calls commanded her to leave for the evening.

She told her husband that she was seeing a “friend” but Simon understood. She didn’t pretend to sound convincing.

Then came another disaster. Simon needed help from the last man on earth he would want it from.

The Mule levied his price: Money & the exclusive use of Sarah.

Simon felt the soil of his grave fall over his head. First, he PIMPED out his own wife. And with his assent, he sold her. But he hoped to buy it all back from him.

Sarah agreed to the bargain. Willingly. After weeks of being the Mule's whore, she cared little for her husband. Like a prisoner who fell in love with her tormenter, her thoughts were consumed of being with the Mule. If the cost of continuous pleasure from that man was to pretend to care about her husband, so be it.

She was on call twenty-four hours a day. Always ready to be picked up, or driven out by her husband to see the Mule, It seemed to the neighbors that she had taken on a new job. But in reality, she was merely an animal waiting for the dinner bell to be fed. Days would sometimes pass when Simon saw her again.  She looked like a stranger with each encounter. In the end, Simon had treated his wife like a pet, so she chose to become another man's bitch.

She wore her wedding ring like a dagger, ready to stab her husband and have him bleed guilt and shame if he looked at her. To remind him that their tatters of a marriage was now only for show. An abandoned vow of loyalty. The black tattoo on her pelvis showed who she would love, honor & obey.

And it was all his doing.

His future promotions gained him nothing. He worked longer hours, and the extra money he made went into the Mule's pockets as his scheme was forever on the verge of being discovered.

On those occasions when Simon was able to see his wife, she merely played a role for him. Cooking. Taking care of the house. All of her marriage duties.

Even sex. Which was the worst of all. Sarah devoured Simon, putting on display everything she learned from the Mule. Not only could he not keep up, but he saw on her face the utter lack of pleasure she gained from him. He could only muster two orgasms which drained him completely.

A failure who could not even satisfy his own wife.

His daughter Emily came back from college, expelled after the first year. She quickly learned of the deterioration of her parents’ marriage. Her mother told her the story. Without a job or classes, Emily spent much of her time watching her mother's new self in its full perversity.

The Mule offered to help Emily earn some quick money until she found a job. On her back. Her mother encouraged her to accept it.

The first week, the Mule and Sarah broke Emily in, training her quickly into the role of being a good slut. Like her mother. During the second week, Emily found herself additional practice by being a constant source of sexual relief when her mother had been without pleasure for too long. By the end of the month, the boundaries between mother and daughter were blurred and corrupted into an incestuous bond that even Simon noticed.

The Mule paid Emily every week and she too began to feed off Simon's bounty, finding that job-hunting was moving into an unwanted nightmare. What she dreamed of now, what her restless body craved dangled between the legs of the stud that owned her.

It had all now come to this.

A man broken with the realization of what he started. His family could walk out on him at any moment and not care at all about him. His dream job became a shackle that kept his wife and daughter as sex addicts to a man he pays to keep them addicted.

How could it possibly get worse?

A Final Offer.

"You can try to take your family back if you’d like," the Mule said. "I could walk away and you can finally be the man you think you are. Or, I can continue to look after them. I move in, into your bed and give them what they need. I’ll let you keep paying all the bills, of course. It’s your duty as a husband and father."

"Go to Hell."

"And I’ll be taking these girls with me. They have already agreed. Right now, my dick is far more important than you will ever be. Or ever were.

"Whether they stay here or not, it's up to you. And if I leave, who’s going to take care of things when you fuck up again? You’re just not that smart."

"You ruined my life. My wife and daughter have turned into sluts because of you! I'll never you forgive that!"

"You're the one who should be asking for forgiveness," Sarah said. "I'm a whore because of you! Whose fault do you think this is!"

"I didn't turn our daughter into this! That was all you and him."

"You abandoned her to this, Dad. You pretended that nothing was going on while she was being changed. She still needs family, even if that means I have to be a slut too. Wherever she goes, I’m going with her."

Simon glared at his wife, then at the Mule.

No one's fault but his own.

The Mule pointed at a video camera positioned beside Simon’s bed. "From now on, you won’t be able to hide from this. Every week, I want you to record me fucking your wife. I'm going to keep turning her and your baby girl into nasty little whores. I’ll let you jerk off if you want."

"I can't do this. This is going to kill me."

"Maybe. But what I'm hoping for will be much worse. It's already started, hasn't it? The sleepless nights when you wonder what I’m doing to your wife. You drop them both off at my house and it just makes you crazy that you couldn’t see what was going on. Do you want to see them go at it like animals? I know you do. It's already in your head. This sickness. Gone from your head down to the bulge in your pants. It turns you on, doesn't it?"

"No."

"Only you and I will get to see that special part of them. Or, I’m going to fuck them anyway and leave you the video of it. Either way, it’s the only way you’ll see your daughter and your wife from now on.

"The camera is ready to go. Want to see what you’ve been missing?"

Simon looked at his family like they were still his family for the last time, like he was a dying man surrounded by his loved ones.

"The choice is yours."