PART 1
Peter Griffin had had to go on a month-long training course, and with his older children, Chris and Meg, away at Summer Camp, and Brian and little Stewie visiting with her parents, his wife, Lois, was lonely and very, very bored.
In the first few days on her own, she had cleaned the house from top to bottom twice, cleared all of the accumulated junk out of the garage and basement and taken it to the dump and even weeded the garden, but after all that, was left with nothing to do but wander aimlessly around wishing her family was back.
Which was when Glenn Quagmire, her neighbour and one of Peter's best friends, called around and invited her to come and have a drink and a chat at his place.
Now Lois, like just about every other woman in the town of Quahog, was perfectly well aware of his fully-justified reputation as a sex-obsessed pervert and knew that he had long wanted to add her to his lengthy list of conquests.
She had had to rebuff his subtle…and often far from subtle advances…on numerous occasions and would normally have flatly refused any approach he made and sent him packing straight away.
That was her first instinct the moment he made his offer, but it was still weeks before Peter and the kids would return and although Lois didn’t trust Quagmire an inch, she was thoroughly fed up of being on her own.
He most definitely was not the company she would have preferred, but at least he was some sort of company.
So, ignoring her instincts and much against her better judgment, she agreed to have just the one drink and went with him over to his house.
Careful to take only small sips of her drink to make sure Quagmire wouldn’t succeed in getting her drunk, Lois never even got to finish her glass of wine before she slumped into unconsciousness as the powerful, fast-acting sedative took effect…
She awoke some unknown time later to find herself stripped naked, her breasts and sex bound and displayed by a tight harness of rope, spread-eagled on the silk sheets of Quagmire’s giant bed by heavy chains to steel cuffs locked around each of her wrists and ankles.
She tried to pull free, but after a scant inch of free play the chains held her effortlessly and she was quite unable to alter her position or reduce her shameful exposure.
Furious with Quagmire and even more with herself for being stupid enough to think he was just being a good neighbour, Lois yelled, “Quagmire, you son of a bitch! Get your ass in here and let me out of these damned chains before I get really mad! I’m not kidding, you b&**%*d and when I tell Peter what you’ve done, he’ll rip your f*!!%)!g head off. Quagmire! Quagmire, dammit! Untie me or I’ll…I’ll…f&*^*g slaughter you when I get loose!”
In response to her angry demands, the door opened and when Quagmire strolled in, Lois couldn’t stop her eyes from going to the massive bulge tenting the dark red dressing gown he wore.
“Hey, Lois,” he greeted her cheerfully, “That’s some slutty mouth you’ve got there. Not that I mind, because it turns me on when a woman talks dirty…as I see you’ve already noticed.”
Lois felt her cheeks burn as he gazed down at her helplessly presented body, but took a deep, calming breath and forced herself to ignore her humiliation and regain control of her temper, “Now look, Glenn,” she replied as calmly as she could, “This really isn’t funny and you have to let me go before something happens that we’ll both regret.”
He nodded slowly, “I already regret something,” he said seriously, then let his lips curve into a mocking grin, “I regret not doing this to you before. But now that I have, you’re gonna get the full Quagmire treatment and by the time I’m finished with you, Peter will be in for a real treat when he gets back.”
“What?” Lois yelped, “What d’you mean, when Peter gets back? He’s away for nearly another four weeks, dammit! And if you think you can keep me here that long, you’d better think again. There's no way I'll…Uuurrggghhh.”
She would have said a whole lot more, but unfortunately for her, Quagmire had already heard enough.
The hard rubber ball-gag was large, but not too large to fit and although she tried to resist being gagged, his technique of pressing it against her lips with one hand while using his other to caress her sex and then apply sharp little pinches to her nipples, was devastating and quite irresistible, her instinctive gasps and shudders gradually allowing him to push the ball all the way into her mouth.
Buckled firmly in place, her lips formed a stretched “O” around it and she couldn’t manage a single intelligible word of indignant protest when he congratulated her on having what he called “perfect ball-gag lips”
Silenced and helpless, she stared upward in total, stunned disbelief when he told her that apart from brief periods for eating and hygiene requirements, she would stay bound and gagged the entire time he was training her, until Peter came home.
Which would be sooner than he had told her…
Lois didn’t understand what Quagmire was talking about, but it all became shockingly clear when he grinned and explained that he and Peter had been swapping favourite sexual fantasies over a few beers down at The Clam and as it turned out, they both had a very similar one.
A fantasy of having her as their sex-slave, in strict bondage and trained to serve them however they desired.
So they had agreed that while Peter was away, she would be Quagmire’s to use and enjoy as he pleased while she began to learn how to be a slave and that when Peter returned, he would take over to continue the task until she was fully capable of providing any and every sexual pleasure they cared to require of her.
Shaking her head in helpless denial, Lois tried her best to show Quagmire that the crazy plan he and Peter had cooked up would never work and that there was no way she’d ever be any sort of slave to either of them, no matter what.
But unfortunately for her, even though she…like almost every other female in Quahog…was well aware of his thoroughly-deserved reputation as a sex-mad womaniser and kinky fetishist, she still completely underestimated Quagmire’s vast experience of the many ways a woman could be aroused and tormented and driven to the point of losing all self-control and surrendering to the sheer, overwhelming sexual passion and need imposed upon her.
Regardless of whatever the cost to her of satisfying those enforced desires might be…
Spread wide by steel chains and silenced by the huge ball-gag, Lois was totally defenceless and vulnerable to Quagmire’s fingers and lips and when he caressed and stroked and probed and toyed with every curve and hollow and recess of her naked body, she writhed and squirmed the little she could in futile efforts to evade his touch, whimpering and gasping wordless pleas for just a moment’s respite from the shattering arousal storming through her belly and breasts.
Using skills and techniques honed over years of erotic encounters with scores of women of every sexual persuasion imaginable, Quagmire built Lois’s passion ever higher to a peak of frenzied desperation…then held her there, teetering on the edge of a gigantic orgasm but unable to come until he chose to apply the final stimulation that would send her plunging over the brink and into the climax she craved with every fibre of her being.
It was cruel, mean, ruthless…and embarrassingly effective, for after many years of happy, but not necessarily still exciting marriage to Peter, Lois was no longer used to such intense, long-lasting foreplay and could not control her body’s maddened responses as her self-control evaporated under Quagmire’s knowing hands.
All too soon, she was begging into her gag for more, pleading humbly and fervently for him to come to her, take her, plunder and ravish her, do whatever he wanted to her.
Anything, if only he would let her climax to satisfy the raging passion his irresistible arousal and her own helpless subjugation had unleashed in her body and brain.
Driven far beyond any thought of modesty or restraint, she screamed in welcome and arched her hips upwards to meet Quagmire’s erect maleness when he finally thrust into her seething belly and triggered the first of a series of explosive orgasms that left Lois trembling in exhaustion and red-faced with shame and humiliation in the aftermath of her abject submission.
She had been totally unable to hold back or limit the depth and power of her multiple surrenders and when Quagmire complimented her on her sexual heat and chuckled that he and Peter had been right about her potential to be their sex-slave, Lois could only wonder if they had seen something in her that she had never even suspected about herself.
Something that her bondage and absolute subjugation had brought to the surface and which had then stripped away her defences to leave her at the mercy of her own uncontrollable lusts.
PART 2
It was an alarming possibility that confronted Lois…but nowhere near as alarming as the situation she found herself in some time later after Quagmire released her limbs one at a time and replaced the cuffs and chains that had bound her to his bed, with a pair of handcuffs for her wrists and a set of leg-irons linked by a twelve-inch chain.
The last thing she expected him to do was partially cover her nudity, but when she was fitted with a skimpy pair of tie-side panties and tightly laced into a purple waist-cincher corset that lifted and presented her breasts even more prominently, she realised that, far from trying to spare her blushes, he was turning her into a fetish object for his own pleasure.
With her ankles hobbled, there was no point in trying to resist and after letting him gag her and fit her with a pair of bicep-length purple gloves, allowed him to restrain her wrists again, thinking that although wearing the cuffs all night wouldn’t be very pleasant, it was at least better than being spread-eagled on Quagmire's bed.
Or so she thought, until he took her down to the basement under his house and replaced her cuffs with wide steel manacles bolted to the wall to secure her wrists, ankles and neck, keeping her standing bolt upright.
Pinned in place, all Lois could do was stare reproachfully at him when he stepped back and grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he told her that he was going to let her try out a couple of “toys” he thought she might enjoy.
Or perhaps not…but either way she was going to find out…
The first was a mains-powered, silicone vibrator shaped like a butterfly and when he slid it inside her panties, Lois gave a gasp as its tail slipped between the lips of her sex, while its head nestled firmly against her clitoris, its wings holding it in place.
Taking its lead to a nearby socket, Quagmire plugged it in, then watching Lois’s face, switched it on.
Only for two seconds, then switched it off, but in that short period, her eyes bulged and her gloved fingers clawed at empty air as devastating vibrations speared into her most delicate and sensitive flesh.
Even before he had turned it on, she had realised that it would be impossible to escape its arousal, but had never dreamed that it would be so powerful.
She had imagined a relatively gentle and insistent stimulation that would gradually build her excitement to a delicious orgasm when she finally allowed herself to succumb…but the reality was very different, the intense vibrations blasting straight through her already-weakened defences as if they didn’t exist.
Resistance or defiance was simply out of the question and as Lois was forced to accept that she would not be able to prevent the device from making her climax whether she willed it or not, her eyes fixed on Quagmire’s face in a silent plea for him to have pity and not subject her to such an ordeal.
His answer was an even wider grin and when he reached to a shelf above her head, Lois gulped nervously, realising that he had no intention of doing any such thing and she was wasting her time trying to appeal to him.
At first, she had no idea what the two long, dome-ended tubes he pulled down from the shelf might be for…until he held one over each of her nipples and a powerful vacuum sucked the domes tight to her breasts.
Staring down in stunned disbelief, Lois saw her nipples swell and elongate inside the tubes, then winced and gave a low moan at the odd mixture of discomfort and unwanted arousal the vacuum caused in her stretched flesh.
Having breast-fed each of her children when they were babies, she was not unfamiliar with the sensations, but never at the strength of Quagmire’s machine and not at both breasts simultaneously, the combination, like the vibrator, too extreme and overpowering to be truly pleasurable.
She didn’t like or want either of them, but was in no position to make demands or even argue the matter, so when Quagmire went upstairs for a few minutes, Lois used the time to twist and jerk and tug at the cuffs on her wrists, hoping to find a way to free herself.
With absolutely no success, leaving her even more frustrated, anxious and angry with herself for allowing him to con her into swallowing a glass of drugged wine.
She should have known he couldn’t be trusted around women…especially around her…
Dammit, she had known it and she had still fallen for the oldest trick in the book.
How could she have been so stupid?
Her self-criticism ended abruptly in a shrill, muffled shriek when, without the slightest warning, the vibrator burst into life, while at the same time the vacuum-tubes began to pulse rhythmically, sucking and releasing each nipple in turn, so that one was engorged and elongated while the other was not.
The effects on Lois were devastating, the assault on all of her most sensitive erogenous zones at the same time, so overwhelming that when Quagmire returned a short while later, she was already deep in the throes of an uncontrollable orgasm.
For several minutes he simply stood watching her, enjoying the powerful contractions that rippled her belly and the look of horrified apprehension in her eyes as she realised that despite the climax still shaking her body, the vibrator and the vacuum-tubes had not stopped.
He could have told her that both devices were set to switch on and off at random.
He could have told her that she was going to stay just as she was for much of the night.
He could even have told her that she was being trained to submit as his and Peter’s slave.
Instead, he walked away and went to bed without saying a word.
Lois was a smart woman…although quite clearly not smart enough to have avoided her present situation…and he was pretty sure she’d work it out for herself…eventually…
Lois didn’t want to believe that Quagmire had left her in the basement, all alone, shackled to the wall and at the mercy of his two “toys” and it was some while before she was forced to accept that he really had done exactly that.
By then, the vibrator and vacuum-tubes had cycled on and off several times, each sequence driving her sexual arousal higher than the one before, but never quite enough to push her over the edge into the second climax that swirled and bubbled in her quaking belly.
Just as when she had been spread-eagled in Quagmire’s bed, with his hands and lips creating utter havoc in her body, she was helpless against her own ever-fiercer and stronger physical needs, writhing and moaning as she begged into her gag to be given what she needed so badly.
The devices cycled again, then again, then once more…and this time, Lois’s spine arched, her fingers and toes curled into claws, every muscle locked rigid and her eyes wide with fearful disbelief as a volcanic orgasm erupted deep inside her and spray after spray of silvery juices soaked the crotch of her panties, while milk spurted from her nipples and leaked past the domes clamped to her breasts.
For twenty long seconds she was frozen, her belly pulsing hugely to the giant spasms of her release, then she screamed in futile denial of the incandescent fury of her climax, shaking her head the little she could and her eyes wild with the knowledge of how deeply she had submitted to her bondage and the subjugation imposed upon her by Quagmire and his tireless, merciless devices.
Submitted totally…helplessly…and to her intense shame…willingly…
She had never before come so powerfully, never before abandoned herself to the sheer ecstasy of absolute surrender to forces far greater than herself, never before allowed herself to give up every atom of self-control…and never, never before imagined herself as a slave…
It had been that mental image which had triggered her climax and although Lois tried desperately to erase the alarming picture from her brain while massive contractions continued to rack her belly, it stubbornly refused to fade away, even when the vibrator and vacuum-tubes suddenly switched off.
Worried and more than a little frightened by the vivid image conjured up by her mind, Lois was caught completely by surprise when, an unknown time later, a fresh cycle of vibration and vacuum sent renewed waves of inescapable stimulation surging through her body, instantly doubling and then redoubling what had been the slowly-waning turmoil of her orgasmic submission.
It was too much, too soon and far too powerful for her to have even the slightest chance of resisting and as her arousal spiralled out of control, she squealed in delirious anguish and her belly kicked again and again as a third orgasm burst over her, building on the first two to send her hurtling into a timeless, mindless, heedless limbo of utter subjugation, her brain numbed by the sheer white-hot lust enforced on her by the irresistible combination of her bondage, Quagmire’s devices…and her own ever more detailed and alarming mental vision of herself as a slave to both him and her own husband.
A vision that stayed with Lois through three more shattering climaxes that night, until the vibrator and vacuum turned off for the final time and allowed her to sink into a deep, exhausted sleep filled with dreams of slavery, submission and sexual servitude.
On the first of the many nights she was to spend in the same manner…
PART 3
After being bound by steel manacles and chains, Lois assumed that being tied up in rope would be much easier and more comfortable and might even give her the chance to make her escape.
Until she found out that she had underestimated Quagmire for the second time and discovered just how wrong her assumption was, because he turned out to be alarmingly proficient at using rope to restrain her.
Bound with her arms folded across her back, each leg doubled and lashed calf-to-thigh in what he called a frog-tie, a rope harness displaying and offering her breasts and a large green ball-gag buckled into her mouth, she was just as helpless and available as before.
It hadn’t occurred to her to wonder why he had bound her legs individually…until he lifted her to a squatting position and slid his legs underneath her, then lowered her.
Onto his fully-erect maleness…
Unable to fight the combination of her own weight and gravity, Lois couldn’t prevent herself from sinking down onto his waiting shaft and being impaled by the full length of his rigid flesh, a shrill squeal leaking past her gag and her eyes reflecting alarm as it sank deep into her belly.
With a massive effort, she managed to raise herself onto the tips of her toes and gain herself an inch or two of relief from his shameful penetration of her sex, but she couldn’t maintain the stressful position and after a few seconds her muscles gave out and she plunged back down, impaling herself again , a second even shriller squeal marking her defeat as she was forced to surrender and accept the inevitable.
Beneath her, Quagmire began to pump his hips and as Lois was bounced up and down like a rag doll, with no way to evade or escape his relentless thrusts into her belly, her body responded with stiffened, achingly hard nipples and copious lubrication of her sex, making Quagmire’s highly-enjoyable task of training her to submit unconditionally as a slave, even easier.
Deeply ashamed of her body’s instinctive responses, Lois tried not to give in to her enforced subjugation, but as Quagmire’s erection grew longer and thicker and her belly churned and seethed with ferocious heat, her will and ability to resist finally collapsed and she wriggled and twisted sinuously, grinding her sex down onto his groin in feverish efforts to trigger the giant orgasm she so desperately needed.
It was the moment he was waiting for and when he seized her elbows and jerked downwards and at the same time thrust his hips upwards and ordered her to come as the slave she was, Lois screamed in ecstasy and despair as her belly convulsed hugely and her sex leaked streams of juices to mark her obedient submission, her eyes filled with the appalling knowledge that she had been unable to defy his command and had climaxed to order.
Just as she imagined a real slave would climax.
The sort of slave that, because of Quagmire’s bondage skills, his sexual expertise and the relentless, merciless machines down in his basement, Lois feared she was fast becoming…
Lois had never even considered that a woman’s arms could be bound so tightly behind her back that her elbows could be made to touch.
When Quagmire showed her the tube of heavy black leather with its attached laces and straps and buckles, she didn’t know what to make of it and when he said it was a single-glove, her first thought was to wonder where the other glove of the pair was?
Her puzzlement didn’t last very long, but with her ankles locked in steel cuffs and linked by nine inches of heavy chain, she had little choice but to obey reluctantly when ordered to put her hands together behind her back and push them into the leather tube he held up for her.
Sliding down easily at first, she had to wriggle her hands to get them past a reinforced band of leather at the lower end of the tube, then found her extended fingers slipping into a lower pocket too flat and narrow to permit their movement and before she could withdraw, the reinforced band drew tight around her wrists and Quagmire secured the buckle, trapping her.
With him taking his time and working every fraction of slack out of the lacing, the single-glove advanced steadily upwards and as her arms were clamped together all the way from her fingertips to well above her touching elbows, Lois whimpered and protested to no effect as her shoulders were pulled back and back until he was able to knot the laces and pass the attached straps over her shoulders, under her armpits and back to the glove, ensuring that it could not slip back down her arms.
There was already not even the slightest possibility of her escaping the restraint, but despite Lois's protests that they were completely unnecessary, Quagmire insisted on adding leather straps every few inches and locking each buckle with a padlock.
The strain on her shoulders was relentless and although not unbearable, was distinctly uncomfortable, but as Quagmire stepped back and chuckled that a single-glove always did wonderful things for a woman’s breasts, Lois glanced down and flushed a vivid scarlet.
Caused by the pressure exerted on her shoulders, the twin globes projected straight out from her chest wall, each rounded dome tipped by a rigidly-erect nipple and when Lois visualised the havoc that a caress or squeeze of the hardened buds would send storming through her body, she gulped and her eyes grew round with a mixture of alarm and fierce arousal.
Once again helpless and at Quagmire’s mercy, she had no option but to submit to having a ball-gag wedged deep between her stretched jaws by a tight leather head-harness and could then only glare at him when he locked a studded leather collar around her throat and added a long chain-leash.
With the leash gripped in his fist, she was led around like a pet, but in spite of her humiliation at being unable to resist or even protest at Quagmire’s treatment, the reality of his total authority and absolute control over her sent waves of arousal rippling through her belly.
There was nothing she could do but wait for him to decide how and when and where to wreak his will upon her and as she tottered behind him on her high-heels and with her hobble-chain clinking and rattling, Lois gave up the futile battle to defy the eroticism of her situation and simply allowed herself to give in to the seductive pleasures of her subjugation
Her arousal instantly redoubled and as she gasped into her gag and her belly churned with fierce heat, Quagmire grinned knowingly at her evident need and chuckled that it was about time she accepted that she was going to become a slave to Peter and himself.
Towing her over to the corner of the room, he clipped her leash to a ringbolt screwed into the wall, leaving only a few inches of slack, then told he was going to leave her for a while to let her think about what he had said and get used to the idea.
When he returned, she would be required to show him just how well a good, obedient slave served her Master.
His words and use of the term “Master” to describe himself, sent a jet of white-hot arousal surging through Lois’s mind and body and as her belly kicked massively, she twisted her neck to look over her shoulder and gazed longingly at his back, whining in the depths of her need as he strode towards the door.
Hearing it, he paused momentarily, then chuckled and carried on without turning and as the door closed firmly behind him, Lois realised that this was yet another aspect of her training, designed to emphasise her absolute helplessness and vulnerability.
Leashed and unable to free herself, she must wait for Quagmire to return, knowing that when he did, it would be to make her demonstrate her submission and obedience by serving him as a slave.
Which, shamefully, she knew she would, for she already wanted and needed the climax that seethed and swirled in her belly, requiring only a few touches of his hands to trigger.
It would be so easy for him to make her come…so easy for anyone to make her come…and as Lois imagined a complete stranger finding her bound, gagged and ready for taking, trickles of silvery juices oozed from her sex to dribble down her naked thighs.
Even as she pictured the erotic scene in her mind, Lois was well aware that the unknown stranger was just a sexy fantasy…but Quagmire and Peter were not and she knew that while she was kept in bondage and unable to resist, they could do exactly as they wished with her and she would have no choice but to obey and serve them whenever, wherever and however they commanded.
As their slave…
Expecting him to unclip her leash and take her to his bedroom, Lois was unprepared when Quagmire returned and simply gripped the ring at the finger-end of the single-glove and levered her arms upwards, forcing her to bend forward until the leash from her collar to the ring tightened, giving her no choice but to spread her ankles as far as her hobble-chain allowed in order to maintain a precarious balance.
Doubled over with her arms raised high, it was impossible for her to exert any counter-leverage and Quagmire was able to hold her with embarrassing ease while his free hand fondled her tautly-stretched buttocks, then applied several spanks to the rounded flesh.
With a squeal of outrage, Lois tried in vain to squirm away from the stinging heat, only to hear him chuckle appreciatively as her efforts presented him with an unintended display of her naked bottom weaving seductively before him, then reach around her waist to roll each of her nipples in turn between his thumb and forefinger.
Devastating arousal shot through her pendulous breasts as he exerted his complete power over her and when the unmistakable sound of a zip came from behind her, she whimpered in ferocious need and humiliation at her own overwhelming desire to be taken and made to come.
Head down, , unable to alter her position and helpless against her own sexual passion, Lois greeted the entry of his large, hard shaft into her sex with a muffled gasp and the instinctive clenching of her internal muscles to draw his flesh deeper and deeper until she was filled, her eager cooperation bringing amused chuckles from Quagmire as he recognised her willing submission to his erotic domination.
Although she might not yet realise it, he knew that Lois was serving him as a slave.
For the moment, at least…and if she had gone that far, then it could not be very long before she would submit fully and finally to both Peter and him as her joint Masters.
Enfolded by the swirling heat of her belly, he thrust powerfully, then thrust again, then again, relishing her squeals and frantic convulsions as she shuddered to the multiple orgasms that tore through her as he took her and used her as the slave she already was, until he could hold back no longer.
Deep inside her, his maleness jerked to hose his spend into her belly and Lois screamed in disbelieving ecstasy as she came yet again, her eyes wide and filled with the awesome knowledge of her absolute and undeniable surrender to the ferocious power and depth of the sexual subjugation imposed upon her by Quagmire and his bondage.
She had come as a slave…Lois couldn't deny it even to herself…and knew her climaxes had been more intense and all-consuming than ever before, giving her no chance of maintaining even minimal control over her body and its responses.
It had been by far the best sex she had ever experienced…so good that although she was horribly embarrassed by how easily Quagmire had controlled her and made her submit to him, she still craved more of the same thrilling sexual fire that still burned deep in her belly when his drained shaft slipped from her sex and he left her alone, leashed to the wall, helpless and fiercely aroused, to wait until such time as he chose to use her again, or take her back down to the cellar for yet another night at the mercy of his tireless mechanical devices…
PART 4
The long steel spreader-bar with its attached cuffs ensured not only that Lois's ankles remained a fixed distance apart, but also severely restricted her mobility, forcing her to swing each leg in turn in a wide, awkward arc at every step as Quagmire escorted her from his study.
In knee-high, stiletto-heeled boots, an extremely tight corset-cum-body harness holding a remote-control vibrator deep in her sex, her breasts fully exposed and projected forward by her cuffed wrists and elbows, a tall posture-collar gracing and stretching her neck and a large ball-gag sealing her mouth, Lois knew she was a fetishist's vision of how a slave should look and perfectly aware that she was displayed as a sex-object, her exposure and helplessness calculated to inflame any man's lust with the image of total vulnerability and availability she presented.
With a leash to her collar gripped in Quagmire's hand, she couldn't make any effective resistance when he towed her through his house and out into the warm sunshine bathing the garden at the back, her completely ineffectual struggles and muffled whines of protest only making him smile broadly as he led her over to a circular-topped table in the centre of the patio and chained her right ankle to the solid concrete plinth.
Far too heavy for her to drag away, the table kept her in place and her gagged cheeks flushed bright red to the knowledge that the only thing between her bound, half-naked body and the public street, was a fence not much taller than she was.
Drivers of trucks, or even four-by-fours on the other side might well be able to see over it and as Lois pictured how she would look to anyone who happened to glance in her direction, she groaned in humiliation and stared pleadingly across the width of the patio to where Quagmire reclined at ease on a comfortable sun-lounger, his fingers toying with the buttons for the remote-control of the dildo buried in her sex.
With a grin, he held a finger to his lips, clearly suggesting she should stay quiet, then slowly pressed a button on the remote-control…
For what seemed like hours to Lois, he toyed with the dozens of combinations that the evilly-talented vibrator was capable of inflicting on her and as she learned that it could provide many different levels and speeds and intensities of stimulation, she bent and writhed and twisted in frantic response, powerless to resist the incredible sexual arousal that raged through her body.
It was all she could do not to scream and beg in frustration as Quagmire built her passion to fever-pitch, but refused to let her climax, keeping her teetering on the brink of an immense orgasm as he again exerted his total control over her and made her wait until he considered she was suitably desperate and ready for the next step in her training as a slave.
Until, eventually turning down the vibrator to a level that maintained her intense need but still wouldn't permit her to climax, he ordered Lois not to say a word until she was given permission, then calmly unbuckled her gag to let it dangle around her neck and chuckled in satisfaction when she forced herself to keep totally silent even though her belly fluttered wildly to betray the overwhelming need he had imposed on her and her eyes begged mutely for him to give her what she longed for.
“Very good, slave,” he told her coolly, “As you've been so obedient, you may now ask to be permitted to come.”
He waited patiently as she gulped and licked her lips nervously, then demanded, “Well? Do you want to come or not, slave? Make your mind up.”
“Y…Yes. Yes, please, Quag…uh, Glenn,” she stammered, “I…I…need…need it.”
“So I see,” he retorted flatly, “Then you'd better ask properly. As the slave you are, to the Master I am.”
Lois hesitated, clearly not wanting to confirm her subordinate status, then her eyes slid away from his steady gaze and she took a ragged breath and whispered humbly, “Please…M…Master, your sl…slave begs to be permitted to come.”
“Again, slave,” he ordered firmly, “And louder.”
For a long moment, it seemed as though Lois would refuse, but when Quagmire frowned, she swallowed hard and obeyed, her voice clearer but unsteady, “I am your slave, my M…Master and beg you to make me c…c…come.”
Instantly, Quagmire turned the vibrator to maximum and as devastating arousal exploded through her belly and her eyes widened to the knowledge of her complete surrender to the slavery imposed on her, Lois squealed shrilly in despairing ecstasy, her belly and breasts shaking and pulsing to massive convulsions as a huge orgasm burst over her.
For several minutes, she was uncaring of everything but the fury of her long-delayed release, not even trying to protest when she was re-gagged, until at last the spasms began to ease and she was able to regain a little of her shattered self-control while Quagmire casually unchained her from the plinth and led her back inside his home.
Bringing her to a halt her in the lounge, he gazed at her, unsmiling, “You have a decision to make, slave,” he said flatly, unbuckling her gag, “Either you can go back down to the cellar for the night, or you can pleasure me with your lips and tongue. Your choice.”
Lois gulped at the blunt ultimatum, her mind instantly replaying images of the few occasions when, under pressure from Peter, she had very reluctantly agreed to do just that.
She had not enjoyed kneeling before him and taking his maleness into her mouth to lick and suck him to full erection and had insisted that he pull out of her mouth before his climax…but at least it had been over quickly.
Definitely a lot more quickly and far more comfortably than spending another long night of being chained to the wall in Quagmire's cellar and subjected to tireless mechanical stimulation and forced orgasms.
Sucking in a deep breath, Lois made her decision and in a low, nervous voice replied, “I…uh, your slave…will pl…pleasure you, Master,” feeling her cheeks grow pink at her embarrassing capitulation.
Quagmire nodded firmly, “Very well, slave. On your knees at my feet.”
“But…but I'm still chained up, Master. Aren't you going to untie me?”
He gave a short laugh, “Not a chance, slave. You stay just as you are, so down you go and show me what you can do .
There was no point continuing to argue because she knew he wouldn't relent, so, awkwardly because of the rigid bar between her ankles, Lois sank slowly to her knees, her eyes widening as Quagmire unzipped his trousers, then ordered, “You can do the rest. It's good practice for a slave and Peter's going to love having you serve him like this.”
Lois knew he was right, Peter would definitely love it and as his slave, she would just have to get used to pleasuring him orally whether she liked it or not.
Taking a deep breath, she nuzzled her face into Quagmire's crotch, angling her head from side to side until she could manoeuvre his underwear to one side and release his semi-hard maleness.
For a long moment she faltered, understanding that she was about to take yet another giant step along the path towards becoming a genuine slave, then gulped and bent forward, her lips opening wide to take his shaft into her mouth.
Quagmire sighed with pleasure when her moist warmth surrounded him, then gripped the back of her head in his hands and pulled her tight to his groin, Lois's eyes widening in alarm as his rapidly hardening flesh grew thicker and longer, until it filled her mouth to capacity and bulged her cheeks.
Unable to draw back, her nostrils flared to draw in air and she tried to protest that it was too much, but even if he could understand the muffled complaint, chose not to act on it, instead ordering her to lick and suck and slide her pursed lips back and forth along his shaft.
Annoyed by the arrogant command, Lois didn't want to obey, but when Quagmire's left hand dropped from her head to her right nipple and squeezed hard enough to send a sharp twinge of pain through her breast and bring a gasp of anguish from her, Lois realised she had no choice but to submit and do exactly as he demanded.
Shocked by the ease with which he had crushed her attempted resistance, she moaned in despair to the fierce heat that re-ignited in her belly as his hand returned to the back of her head and he began to pump his hips, forcing her to time her breathing to his thrusts as he pillaged her mouth and his erection grew still larger.
There was nothing she could do but submit and when he reached his climax and his spend hosed into her mouth and throat, she spluttered and gasped and gulped madly in a desperate bid to stop herself choking on his hot, salty juices.
Not entirely successfully, a considerable quantity escaped to dribble down her cheeks and chin and splash across the upper slopes of her breasts.
When Quagmire finally released her head and slipped from her mouth, Lois flushed pinkly at the sight of the sticky evidence of her submission staining her body, then gasped and lifted her eyes to stare numbly up at him as he told her that she needed practise, but would soon improve as he and Peter continued her training as their slave.
Her mouth opened to protest and argue, but the words wouldn't come and when he smiled and nodded in confirmation, Lois slowly sat back on her heels, arched her back and spread her thighs as wide as she could to offer her body to his gaze.
Holding the pose, she trembled as Quagmire inspected her calmly, her belly swirling to the knowledge that she was displaying herself as a slave to a Master.
For five endless seconds, he said nothing…then, “You served me quite well, slave”
She licked her lips, then whispered nervously, “Th…Thank you…Master. Your slave will tr…try to get b…better, Master.”
“I know you will, slave,” he told her firmly, “Your Masters will insist that you do. Now, open your mouth.”
Gagged once again, with none of her other bonds released and her leash in Quagmire's fist, Lois had no choice but to follow him to the bedroom, her enforced obedience sending her arousal spiralling upwards in anticipation of sexual pleasure to come when he took her and used her fully.
By serving him as she had and then kneeling before him and displaying her body, she knew she had crossed a boundary that could not be re-crossed and in doing so, had accepted his Mastery over her and become his slave.
His slave…and her own husband's slave-wife to be, for when Peter learned of her submission, she was in no doubt whatever that he would be equally as keen as Quagmire to continue and extend her servitude and enjoy the benefits of exerting his absolute control and domination over her.
Highly aroused, Lois obeyed meekly when Quagmire ordered her to kneel in the centre of his bed but when he bent her forward until her forehead rested on the duvet and held her in place with one hand while the other unbuckled the straps holding the lower portion of the leather harness she wore, then slid the wetly-glistening vibrator from her sex, she gasped and her belly kicked powerfully.
Anticipating his entry into her belly, she opened her thighs as widely as the rigid bar between her ankles would permit, but instead of his fully-erect maleness sliding into her thoroughly-lubricated sex, Lois was shocked to feel it press insistently against the tight ring of her anus, then force its way past and drive on into her rear passage despite her shrill squeals and the frantic clenching of her muscle in a futile attempt to prevent it.
With Quagmire's strong hand pinning her down, there was nothing she could do to stop him and her face flushed a vivid crimson as for the first time in her life, a man's rock-hard shaft penetrated deep into her virgin bottom, her shame redoubling to the unexpected and unwanted sexual excitement and arousal that resulted from his ruthless plundering of her body as she squirmed the little she was able.
Grunting with effort, he thrust and thrust again and when his free hand found her left breast and squeezed her nipple just hard enough to bring a pained scream from behind her gag, Lois orgasmed helplessly, unable to resist the added stimulation.
Feeling her convulse around his embedded shaft, Quagmire lunged a final time and when his seed spurted into her bottom and her belly kicked and spasmed to the awesome power of her abject surrender to his ruthless domination, he smiled in satisfaction and savoured the knowledge that his training had been completely successful.
Lois Griffin…wife…mother…neighbour…long-desired object of his erotic fantasies…was now, thanks to his training…and the fierce sexual passion it had unleashed within her body…a hot, needy sex-slave for him.
A sex-slave who would serve him in any way he commanded, until it was time for her to be taken back to her home and prepared for the return of her other Master…her own husband…
PART 5
When Lois heard the sound of a key in the front door of her house, she twisted her head to gaze at the closed door of the bedroom, her eyes reflecting conflicting feelings of excitement and nervousness and embarrassment at the knowledge that Peter had returned from his course and was only moments away from discovering her as Quagmire had prepared her for him to find.
Bent over in a strict strappado, her arms roped tightly from wrists to upper biceps and raised high behind her to a newly-installed ringbolt in the ceiling, collared, gagged, her ankles held wide apart by a long spreader-bar, bare-breasted and wearing only a miniscule G-string, garter-belt, suspenders and stockings, perched on a pair of needle-thin stiletto-heels…
Even her thumbs and fingers were tied and with a taut rope connecting her collar to the centre of the spreader-bar to ensure her complete immobility, Lois was acutely aware that every inch of her body was freely available to anyone who came through the door and although she was almost certain it would be Peter, the remote possibility that it might not be, added an upward twist of mixed fear and arousal to her anticipation.
Knowing that even if wasn't him, she would still be unable to defend herself in any way from whoever the visitor might be, or prevent them from doing anything they wanted to her…
After weeks away on the course and even though Quagmire had kept him updated about Lois's training, Peter couldn't wait to see if he really had been able to transform Lois into the obedient and submissive sex-slave they had both fantasised about.
She had never expressed interest in any sort of kinky games and although their sex-life was reasonably good, it had become routine and a bit boring, so it was hard for him to imagine her as anything other than the familiar, comfortable wife he had known for so long.
Hurrying up the stairs he pushed open the bedroom door…
For long, frozen moments he simply stared in open-mouthed astonishment at the vision presented before him, mesmerised by Lois's forcibly bent, near-naked, tightly bound and gagged helplessness…then his face broke into a predatory smile of delighted anticipation and he walked slowly forward to a position just behind her upraised buttocks, clapping his hands in appreciation of her appearance and plight.
Recognising that it was Peter by the familiar pair of shoes she could see between her widely spread legs, Lois gave a muffled squeal when his hands reached out to fondle her upraised bottom-cheeks, but when she tried to squirm away from his touch, squealed again as he applied a stinging, double-handed smack to her defenceless bottom.
She hadn't been spanked by him since Chris and Meg became old enough to recognise the sound, but as heat flared through her buttocks, Lois gasped to the instant wave of fierce arousal that set her belly fluttering to the realisation that, bound and offered as she was, her Master and husband could spank her as much as he liked.
Spank her…and then take anything else he wanted from his slave-wife…
His slave-wife who, when his fingers tugged aside her flimsy G-string and his iron-hard erection thrust irresistibly into her wet-slick sex, greeted her subjugation to his will and domination with a gag-muffled scream of ecstasy and the chaotic pounding of her belly as she climaxed massively, to mark the beginning of her slavery to the second of the two Masters she must serve and satisfy…
Many months after her initiation as a slave, Lois knelt back on her heels, her spine erect, head up and hands palms-down on the fronts of her widely spread thighs, in the pose she had been trained to assume when in the presence of her Masters and awaiting their commands.
In her regular slave-costume of tight, black leather corset, matching elbow-length gloves and black G-string, with a large ball-gag sealing her red lips and glittering steel chain linking the collar padlocked around her slender throat to the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, she was a bondage fetishist's dream.
Exactly as Peter and Quagmire had visualised while discussing their favourite sexual fantasy in the pub.
Discussed…then brought to life by Quagmire's wide-ranging knowledge of and expertise in sexual techniques, coupled with his extensive collection of bondage equipment, vibrating toys and other devices for applying extreme stimulation and pleasure to a woman's body.
Aided in no small way, by the slightly masochistic and deeply submissive well of untapped sexual potential that Lois had never suspected she possessed…until after she was bound and gagged, unable to escape or resist the overwhelming passions his ruthless domination enforced upon her.
Forced to submit, she had surrendered far too completely to be able to deny the exquisite pleasure such utter subjugation had given her and although she had tried to fight not to give in to the ropes and chains that allowed her to experience such intense passions, could not overcome the newly-revealed truth of her own nature.
Until, after very nearly four weeks of Quagmire's skilful and relentless training, instead of bondage and sexual servitude being things she should resist and fight against, Lois had become conditioned to need and accept them both as essential and much-desired aspects of her changed status and new role of humble and obedient slave to her Masters.
Housewife and mother by day, collared and chained sex-slave at night, her services shared between Peter and Quagmire, Lois gave…and received…more and better sex than ever before, the constant heat of arousal in her belly quickly fanned into a blazing inferno whenever she was bound into helplessness for their pleasure and use, the power of her responses and depth of her desire to submit ever more fully to the explosive orgasms imposed on her by her Masters, testing even Quagmire's legendary stamina and sexual prowess…
She was their eager, willing sex-toy and slave…and if Lois sometimes wondered whether to confess that her conditioning by Quagmire had long since worn off and her continued obedience and submission was entirely by her own choice…in the end she always decided to say nothing that might result in the loss of a situation she had come to enjoy a great deal and suited her very well indeed.
After all, men weren't the only ones to have erotic fantasies…