I lifted up my head and saw that I was in a cold, dark, musty cellar and found that I was chained to the wall and naked. I saw a tall, sexy, dark-hair...d bearded man watching me. I admired his tanned and toned naked chest. I felt my pussy throb. I tried to speak but it came out muffled as I was still gagged.The man walked up to me and his green eyes lingered down and over every inch of my body, lustfully. His hands reached out and ran along the outline of the curve of my body making me. The Lady of the Manor was on her knees, like a common whore. Jack's trousers were around his calves. She consumed his prick like she was a starving woman, thrusting her face toward him so violently that her nose bounced off his short hairs. I wondered why she did not gag. Her painted nails dug into his backside and he leaned back, his face aimed at the ceiling."Ohhh you slay me, Mistress," he gasped quietly.Muffled, wet, sucking noises were his only answer.I spared a glance at Hugh, whose eyes. I was in our bedroom reading a book and listening to oldies on a cd when she came in dressed in a ridiculously short mini skirt and boob tube which strained to hold back her sizeable titties with knickers quite visible under the short skirt. “The guy must be crazy to leave you when you,re dressed like that!” I sympathised with her. “Yeah. Mary Jane Peters is an out and out Whore! She was openly fondling his cock through his trousers right in front of every one! Bastard!” she moaned. “Never Mind. But you will resume a more traditional role, that of a loving, subservient wife. You will start taking the same compound that I did, less the DNA altering component, so that you too will secrete the nectar. And then when we are ready we will start addicting the 'right' people. And we will live happily ever after."Epilogue:"Darling, have you seen my purple leather dress?"I looked up from my paper and watched my "new" wife cross the room towards the hall. She was magnificent, a sensual creature.