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 Authors Note: As with many of the stories I will post on here, I also post
on other sites using other names.  Not by choice, but Deviant was already
taken.

   Captive Wife

   By Deviant.

   It all seemed surreal as her eyes slowly adjusted to the light of the
semi-darkened room.  A single barred window on the wall behind her provided
the only source of light.  She was naked, her legs spread and secured by
metal shackles around each ankle that were bolted firmly to the concrete
floor beneath her.  Her hands were stretched outward from her body, and, in
similar fashion as her feet, two metal bands were locked around each wrist,
attached by chains to a clasp on the brick wall behind her.

   The room had a damp, musty smell, and the stifling heat of the
subtropical jungle was turning the room into an oven.  Beads of sweat
formed over her entire body, and she could feel them as they dripped from
her nipples and slithered down her stomach.  She struggled against the
ropes as her mind recalled the moment of her capture.

   Amy had come to the South American jungle with a group bringing food and
medical supplies to the impoverished villages; at least, that is what she
had been led to believe.  However, the truth was that the group was a front
for smuggling weapons to militant rebels seeking to rise to power.

   She had desperately wanted to see her husband, Chad, who had been in the
area on assignment from the CIA.  When she received a call from a friend
who knew about the group coming to the area, she wasted no time in making
arrangements to go with them.  It had been over a month since the last
letter from Chad.  He had been down there for nearly a year, and she was
lonely and concerned about him.  She made arrangements with her sister to
watch over the house and the finances until she returned.  The entire trip
down she had but one thing on her mind; seeing Chad and holding him in her
arms once again.  The fact that it would be a surprise visit only made it
more exciting for her.  They had only been married two years when he was
sent down here, and the time away from him had been hell on the 25-year-old
female.  When her group was suddenly surrounded by armed soldiers, the
others somehow managed to flee, leaving Amy alone to be captured.  Efforts
to locate the other members failed, and Amy was taken to a secluded camp
deep in the jungle that had been designed especially to interrogate and
house female prisoners.

   A door swung open and footsteps could be heard on the concrete floor. 
The sparse light prohibited her from seeing them clearly.  Unbeknownst to
her, a male and two females, all wearing camouflage military uniforms and
brandishing weapons, approached her.  They stopped directly in front of
her. She could hear their breathing from the shadows as she strained her
eyes to see.

   Silhouetted strangers looking at her naked body only heightened her
feelings of shame and dread.  She wanted desperately to cover herself, yet
she was bound and on open display.  As the two females moved slightly
forward, they came into the light for the first time.

   Her eyes fixed on the two females.  They appeared to be of Latin
American decent with jet black hair, dark skin, hypnotic eyes, and
perfectly toned bodies that gave them a don't-fuck-with-me look.  She noted
their uniforms and, more importantly, the weapons holstered on their
shapely hips.  A movement from the male diverted her attention back to him.
As he stepped from the shadows into the light, her heart stopped, and an
audible gasp escaped her lips...Chad!

   Standing before her was her husband; his penetrating gaze seemed to look
into her soul.  Her first instinct was to cry out for his help, but, as she
formed the words on her lips, she was greeted with a stinging slap across
the face with his open hand.

   Her head reeled to one side from the blow as the shock of his actions
sank into her confused mind.  Feelings of hurt, anguish, and betrayal
danced in her head as his words echoed against the surrounding wall.

   "Silence!" he bellowed, his voice angry and authoritative.  "You will
speak only when spoken to," he continued.  Tears welled up in her eyes as
she gazed into his face seeking some explanation for all of this.  The
momentary flash of hope melted into confusion and hurt as she stared
disbelieving into his eyes.

   Her tortured mind sought for answers.  Perhaps it had something to do
with his position in the CIA.  He was waiting for the right moment to free
her and take her into his arms.  There had to be some explanation, some
valid reason for his actions.

   At that moment, one of the two female soldiers dragged a small crate
over to the center of the room that had been confiscated from the vehicle
the group was driving when the army had captured her.  Amy watched
inquisitively as they began rummaging through its contents.

   On the surface, canned food and medical supplies could be seen, but as
Amy watched, the soldiers lifted a false shelf from the box revealing a
cache of weapons underneath.  Her eyes widen in stunned disbelief.  Her
heart raced in sheer terror as every eye was now turned on her, including
her husband.  Dreadful thoughts overtook her as it now became obvious she
had been set up by the group to take the fall.

   "Another fucking mule," one of the female soldiers remarked.  "And an
American no less.  They are recruiting your own people now, Chad,"she
remarked with a sarcastic laugh.  The two females knew of Chad's
involvement with the CIA, but not the full extent of his activities.

   Chad was conflicted, angry, and bewildered as his troubled mind sought
to conceal his emotions.  For months, Chad had been interrogating female
prisoners.  They were mostly locals; bad women who deserved the treatment
he gave them.  But there was something else.  Chad had intimate knowledge
of the selling of female prisoners to the local slave traders.  The CIA
would turn their back on the harsh interrogation methods, but he had yet to
inform them of the illegal slave trading that was going on that could land
him in prison, or worse.  Amy's presence could send the entire house of
cards collapsing around him.  He had to hide their relationship, and yet
maintain his role.  Maria and Luna, the two female soldiers, were too tight
with the camp's commander, General Esporansa.  They would betray him in a
heartbeat.

   They were sadistic and merciless, and, Chad knew if they had their way,
they would torture Amy to extremes.  He had seen them work with dozens of
other female prisoners, and he could not bear the thought of Amy falling
into their hands.  He had to completely control the situation.  He stepped
closer to her.  The scent of her body permeated his nostrils and, being
this close to her after such a long time apart, stirred his carnal desires.
He quickly regained his self-control as he spoke.

   "You are under arrest for smuggling arms to the enemy," Chad thundered
as he looked to the female soldiers.  "Unhook her and perform the standard
inspections." It was customary for the two females to do a vaginal and anal
probe for contraband.  By allowing them to do it, he was following
procedure and would not arouse undo suspicion by them.  If he could get Amy
through the preliminary inspections and lock her up, he would at least have
time to think.

   Amy wanted to protest, but his icy stare told her to keep silent.  She
watched the two females approach her and loosen her bonds.  They forced her
to walk to the center of the room where the light clearly bathed her body.
Her sensual form glistened in the light as the females looked on with
wicked delight.  Amy was a stunning woman of impeccable beauty.  She had
shoulder length auburn hair that cascaded downward into wavy locks.  Her 36
C-cup breasts were firm and succulent; small, brown areolae accented her
pinkish nipples to perfection.  She had a firm waistline, long sensual
legs, and her pussy was neatly trimmed in a small v shape.  She took pride
in how she looked and to be displayed naked with her hair disheveled, and
her body covered in sweat was a form of mental torture to her.

   "Put your hands on her head and spread your legs wide," one of the
females crudely remarked in a heavy accent as she slipped a rubber glove
over her hand.  "You are to remain in this position until otherwise told."

   Amy blushed with shame and humiliation as she reluctantly complied.  She
placed her quivering hands on her head and slowly spread her legs for the
degradation she knew was coming.  The two females spoke with each other as
they decided who would do what inspection.  As they spoke with each other,
Amy stared directly into the eyes of her husband, seeking to understand how
he could allow these women to violate her while he stood there and watched.

   The first female approached and ran her finger crudely between Amy's
legs, sliding them along the puffy lips of her female sex as she looked up
at Amy with a diabolical sneer.  "Such a pretty pussy you have," the female
spoke as she slipped a finger inside.  "I bet you love to have it stuffed
with a thick cock." The woman spoke degradingly, as she slipped her finger
rudely around inside Amy's tight pussy.

   Amy gasped at the intrusion into her most private parts, and cringed at
the woman's vile remarks.  She wanted to scream; wanted the earth to
swallow her up and remove her from this horrible nightmare.  Her tortured
mind again became flooded with thoughts.  Why was he allowing this?  What
was he doing in this awful place?  He spoke as one having authority over
them.  Had he done this with other women, too?  Why was he not trying to
stop their degrading actions?

   The female probed her vaginal area until she was satisfied that nothing
was concealed therein and then stood, motioning the other female to perform
her part.  Thankful that part was over, Chad waited in hopes that Amy would
not crack before he could get her out of their hands.  He tried to justify
why his cock was twitching with excitement as he watched the female run her
finger inside his wife's pussy.  Angry at his body's primal urges, he tried
to focus on getting through this ordeal.

   The other female approached Amy and in a similar degrading voice, she
spoke.  "Turn around, bend over and spread your ass cheeks apart for me."
The sound of the rubber glove slipping over her fingers brought a new
feeling of dread to Amy.  The command was repulsive to her and she
hesitated to comply with it.  She could not bring herself to do such a
thing while others looked on.  The female soldier grew weary of her
resistance and, with a strong hand, grabbed a fist full of Amy's auburn
hair and pulled it backwards, causing Amy to painfully tilt her head back
in response.

   Chad's first impulse was to charge as he watched Maria wrestle his wife
into submission.  His military training forced him to remain in
self-control.  He had to play tough as usual, yet he wanted to pry Amy from
their hands and get her the hell out of here before things got really out
of control.

   Amy slowly turned her back towards them.  Sobbing and burning with
shame, she bent over and parted her ass cheeks, revealing her puckered
brown hole to the sadistic female soldier who waited with wicked intent.

   The female roughly inserted a non-lubed digit into Amy's anus, causing
her to squeal in agony.  Amy's stomach churned with feelings of nausea and
pain as the female began the degrading inspection.  She seemed to delight
in causing Amy suffering as she probed longer than she normally would. 
"She is clean," the female announced as she rose to her feet and began
peeling the glove from her hand.

   Chad breathed a hushed sigh of relief that the ordeal was over.  Moving
quickly to control the situation, he looked at his wrist watch.  "It's
late. Lock her up for the night, I will interrogate her, personally, in the
morning," he ordered.

   Amy's hands were bound behind her as the two females forced her to walk
ahead of them.  Chad and Amy's eyes fixed on each other as she passed him
on the way towards the door, and unspoken words were exchanged by their
gazes.  Leaving the interrogation building, they entered the camp and
walked Amy up a narrow path.  As they walked, the females took turns
smacking Amy's bare ass and giggling as she jumped to avoid the blows.

   They soon came upon some metal cages; Amy watched as a door on one was
opened, and she was forced inside.  The cage had straw strewn around it for
a floor.  It was tall enough to allow sitting, squatting, or lying flat,
but not enough to stand upright in.  The door was locked and she watched in
desperation as the two females began walking away.

   "You can't just leave me here like this!" Amy wailed.  "I am naked,
please give me my clothes," she pleaded emphatically.

   "You will not be seeing any clothes for a long time," Maria laughed,
mockingly

   "Yes, sleep well American whore," Luna chimed in unmercifully.

   "Wait...I need to use the bathroom," she again cried out in a desperate
move to halt their retreat.  She was on her knees with her hands clinching
the metal bars, praying the two would turn around as she watched them walk
into the darkness.

   "Then use it," was the only reply she heard before they disappeared,
laughing as their voices faded into the night.

   Amy was horrified as the darkness engulfed her.  The only light around
was back in the camp itself.  All around her were the eerie sounds of the
jungle.  The dank smell of old straw permeated the air and she again felt
nauseated.  She curled up in a fetal position and wept openly at the
bizarre turn of events; trying to block the need of her clamoring bladder
from her mind.  Exhausted and weak, she eventually drifted into a troubled
sleep.

   ***********

   She was awaken in the wee hours of the morning by Chad, who knelt by her
cage.  She crawled over to the bars, kneeling as she looked into his face.
He could finally talk to her and tell her the whole story.  She listened
intently as he told her that he was working with the CIA to back general
Esporansa, and to aid him in taking control of the country.  The rebel
armies opposing the general were actively recruiting females to smuggle in
weapons, so this prison camp had been erected, and Chad had been placed in
charge of it by the general.  What the general did not know, was that Chad
was also keeping the CIA informed of the general's actions without his
knowledge.  He also told her about the general's orders to sell the female
prisoners into slavery to finance their operation.  Amy's presence now
threatened to expose the entire operation.  The general could have them
killed, and the CIA would never know the difference.

   For the first time since her capture, she understood the gravity of the
situation she was now in.  She had jeopardized her husband and acted
foolishly in coming here.  She sat on the straw and placed her head on her
knees, rocking back and forth while she sobbed lightly.  Chad informed her
that there was only one way out of the situation, and she listened with
keen interest.

   "I will have to take you as my personal slave," Chad instructed.  "This
means I will have to interrogate you first, and you will be treated like
any other prisoner, but you must never divulge you real intention for being
here," he continued.

   "The men will be no problem, but the two female soldiers can make
trouble for us.  They are already jealous of your beauty and want to
inflict as much humiliation and pain on you as they can," he informed. 
"That is why I must take you, so I can at least protect you in some way. 
If not, you could wind up being sold like any other prisoner, or fall into
their hands, which I cannot allow," Chad remarked.

   Amy could not believe what she was hearing.  Her husband involved in
interrogating naked women, selling them into slavery, and now he was going
to do the same to her.  She was seeing a side of Chad she never knew
existed and found it strangely arousing when she should be repulsed and
angry.  She was even more confused about her own feelings as she pondered
his words.  Chad leaned in as best he could and gave Amy a kiss before
leaving her for the rest of the night.  The touch of his lips ignited a
fire of passion inside her.  The scent of his body, that she had missed all
those lonely nights, overwhelmed her senses.  Her pussy was drooling and
aching for him to be inside her, but that would have to wait.  The moment
ended all too soon and she watched Chad disappear into the darkness, as she
had watched the two female soldiers do hours before.  She sunk back into
her caged prison and felt around for a dry place to lay before eventually
drifting into a troubled sleep.

   **************

   It seemed she had just gotten to sleep when her body was shocked by the
blast of ice cold water streaming in through the metal bars.  The two
female soldiers had come to wake her up, and were amusing themselves with a
nearby hose supplied by a portable generator.  She gasped for breath as she
sat up, trying desperately to avoid the maddening onslaught of water;
trying to plead with them to stop but the coldness of the water would allow
only intermittent gasps.

   "Time to get up, bitch," one of them remarked as she stopped the spray
and laid down the hose.  The other female opened the lock and motioned Amy
to come out.  Her legs and back were stiff as she crawled out of the cage
and slowly rose to her feet.

   "Time you got to know us," one of the females remarked.  "I am Maria,
and this is Luna.  We will be your worst nightmare around here unless you
do exactly as we tell you to," Maria remarked as she shoved a pitch fork
into Amy's hands.  "Clean out that filthy cage and some new straw will be
brought to you, otherwise you can sleep in your own piss."

   After cleaning out her cage, Amy was led to an open tent with a dining
table and made to eat.  As she sat eating a sparse meal, her attention was
diverted to six naked females being loaded into the back of pickup truck.
The poor women were chained in pairs, with leg irons around their ankles
and a small chain around their waist.  The truck had shovels and rakes as
well as other assorted implements, and it was clear that the women were
being used for slave labor.  Two women at a time climbed into the back of
the truck until they were all in and it sped out of camp.  Her mind could
not help but wonder what it would be like to be forced to work naked while
chained to another woman.  Thoughts of what they would be forced to do, and
how they would cope, filled her mind until the two female soldiers broke
her thoughts by ordering her to stand.

   "Time for you to be properly interrogated," one of them remarked in
sarcasm.  "I hope we get to see that pretty white ass decorated with some
red stripes," the other chimed in sadistically.

   Amy was again forced to walk to the building she was in the night
before. Led to center of the room, she was made to stand for what seemed
like an eternity before the door opened and Chad appeared.  The room was
now lit with lanterns, and a larger battery operated spot light sat in the
middle of the room.  She suddenly preferred the darkness as glanced around
the floor.  Numerous stains, now dried, told the tale that she was not the
only female to have visited this room.

   Chad approached her with a leather whip in his hand.  She remembered the
conversation from the night before.  She knew it had to be this way, but
found it hard to believe that Chad would actually whip her in public.  More
troubling to her was her reaction to his sudden air of authority and
dominance.  She found it strangely arousing.  A side of him she had not
seen was awakening a side of her that had been dormant and buried. 
Feelings of submissive desire stirred within her.  Even in these harsh
conditions, she could feel the wetness between her legs and struggled to
come to grips with her new found feelings.  She wanted him to control her,
to completely dominate her, but could not bring herself to say the words.
She was a fusion of mixed emotions.

   "Turn around with your back towards me," chad ordered, his voice cold
and harsh.

   Amy complied, presenting herself to him willingly.  There was something
in his voice that stirred a feeling of excitement, even in the face of
potential pain.  She found herself becoming aroused, yet she was keenly
aware that Maria and Luna were watching from a distance, enjoying every
moment of her degradation.  If they saw her arousal they would surely use
it to their advantage.

   "You have been caught carrying weapons to the enemy.  Tell us who heads
the group you were with and their whereabouts," Chad commanded as he
clinched the whip in his hand.

   Amy `s voice was trembling and shaky, more from excitement than fear, as
she prepared not only to answer the question, but for what would certainly
follow.

   "I-I don't know, you must believe me, I simply came down here with
them," she replied in an angst filled voice.

   Chad cracked the whip into the air and it made a loud sound that caused
Amy to shriek and her body to tremble.  To her side, she could hear the
giggling of the two females, and she wished Chad would send them away.

   "The next time, the whip will not be in the air, it will be on your
body. Now, save yourself needless pain and tell us what you know.

   "I have told you all I know.  Strike me if you must, but I cannot tell
what I do not know," she remarked.  Her words were an encrypted message she
hoped Chad would get.  She was all but asking him to punish her now.

   His heart raced as his hand clutched the whip, and his eyes honed in on
the shapely feminine backside of his wife.  Feelings of guilt and anguish
boiled away.  He could understand those feelings, but it was his stiffening
cock that troubled him.  He was getting aroused at the control he was
wielding over his wife.  Strange new sensations filled his deepest desire
as he let the whip sail through the air.  The sound the whip made as it
struck Amy's flesh reverberated like thunder in the narrow confines of the
hellish room.

   Amy squealed loudly as fiery pain shot through her body.  Maria and Luna
watched with perverse delight as Amy's body arched in defiance of the
whip's lash.  Chad watched her reaction, studying it carefully.  He would
soften the next blows subtly, so as to prevent Maria and Luna seeing his
leniency.  A couple of more well placed, but potentially harmless blows,
and he could then declare that she knew nothing and bring an end to the
ordeal.  His sole desire was to get Amy back to his hut.  He not only
wanted to stop her pain, but he wanted to ravish her.  His pent up passion
was reaching a boiling point and affecting his ability to think rationally.

   Chad was just preparing for the next blow when the door opened and a
shadowy figure could be seen silhouetted against the concrete wall before
them.  Chad turned to see who it was.  His face went ashen as Esporansa
walked slowly into the light.  His steely eyes fastened upon Amy's naked
body, and he approached her slowly.  A hushed silence fell over the room as
his commanding presence was felt.

   Chad watched nervously as the general's hand began tracing Amy's
shivering body.  He cupped her firm ass cheeks and squeezed them like ripe
melons.  Amy could feel his hot breath on her neck.  Strange male hands
groping her ass and staring lustfully at her naked body caused her mind to
recoil in shame, while her body responded to his masculine presence. 
Fearful, and unable to speak, she waited as he slowly walked from behind to
stand directly in front of her.

   She felt like a frightened fawn trapped by a ravenous beast.  Her
breasts heaved from labored breathing.  Her nipples were erect, and her
heart was beating a mile a minute as she stared into his rugged face and
penetrating eyes.

   "An American," his deep voice remarked as it broke the silence.  "Our
rebel friends must be getting desperate.  She will fetch a good price for
us with a body like this," he remarked.

   Chad swallowed hard trying to conceal his anger at watching another man
grope his wife.  If ever he needed to stay calm it was now.

   "What has she revealed to you?" the general inquired.

   "Nothing of any significance," Chad replied.  "Only that she is not a
part of the group; she believed that they were doing humanitarian work, so
she volunteered to come with them," he continued.

   "Is this true?" the general asked Amy as he stood within inches of her
face.

   "Yes, "Amy replied nervously.

   "I think not," the general remarked as he reached into his pocket and
lit up a Cuban cigar while staring her down.  Tension hung in the air like
a thick cloud as he looked back to Chad with cold, emotionless eyes. 
"Perhaps sweating in the sun today will make her more talkative.  I am sure
Maria and Luna would watch over her carefully."

   The two women looked at each other as if they had just won the lottery.
Chad knew it was all a ruse.  The work detail had left 30 minutes earlier.
It was meant to frighten Amy into a confession, but Chad knew there was
nothing to confess.  He looked at the general with focused intent.

   "Allow me to take her as my own personal slave.  I have other ways in
mind to work the truth out of her," Chad spoke as Amy hung on every word.

   "But of course.  Use her as you wish, but when you tire of her, sell her
to the bordellos down south, they will pay most handsomely for a bitch like
this one," the general remarked before turning for the door.

   Chad scanned his wife's hanging and whipped body.  He breathed a sigh of
relief in knowing he could now take full control of Amy.

   "Take her to my place and tie her spread eagle to the bed.  I will be
along shortly," Chad barked to Maria and Luna.  The words ignited a fire of
passion inside Amy as the two women approached her.

   Grabbing Amy by each arm, they walked her to Chad's place and into the
bedroom.  They took wicked delight in binding her tightly, just as Chad had
described, and then stood up and looked on the scene with diabolical grins.

   "Maybe we should help get your pussy nice and wet for his throbbing
cock," Maria scoffed as her fingers traced Amy's cunt.  "Hell, this bitch
is soaking wet already.  Check this out," she announced to Luna, motioning
for her to do the same.  Amy wanted to scream at the violation.  It was bad
enough for them to leer at her naked body, but their hands freely roaming
her pussy was driving her crazy with hellish desire.

   "What a fucking whore," Luna announced as she intentionally grazed Amy's
swollen clit with her hand, causing Amy to emit a few uncontrollable moans.
Looking up, they saw Chad standing in the doorway and backed away from the
bed.

   "Thought we would warm her up for you a little, but it appears that
pussy is screaming to be fucked," Maria remarked as her and Luna slipped by
Chad, giggling and patting him on the back.

   Chad followed them to the door and locked it.  He stripped naked and
walked to the doorway of the bedroom.  Amy laid spread wide, her labia
swollen and the hood of her clit hard.  She was in a full state of arousal.
Her eyes fastened on Chad's naked body, but the main point of her interest
was his throbbing cock.  Her chest heaved from shallow breathing as he
walked closer and closer.  She felt his hand slip between her legs and rub
her sopping cunt lips.  Under normal circumstances she would be utterly
ashamed and humiliated at her sexual arousal from these conditions, but
now, it felt right.  Some new sensation had taken over.

   "Tell me what you want," he remarked in a commanding voice.

   Her mind and body waged a war for control until,"Fuck me!" escaped her
lips.

   "I fully intend to fuck you.  From now on, I will fuck you whenever I
want, however I want.  You need to get used to that," he remarked as he
lowered his body to hers.  A moment later and she could feel his rigid cock
filling her.  He took deep penetrating strokes, slowly at first, then
building in momentum.  She wanted desperately to touch him, to run her
hands down his muscular back and tight ass as she had done at home, but it
was denied her.  She could feel his hot breath on her neck, and his heart
beat racing wildly as he fucked her with abandon.  His balls slapped
against her with every stroke.  They were full and cum laden.  The room
seemed to spin out of control as the volcanic eruption formed deep within
her.  Her nipples were fully erect, and copious amounts of her juices
coated his cock as she felt it begin to spasm.  Delirium sat in as she
approached orgasmic bliss.  Lost in lustful abandon, she screamed loudly.

   "Ohhh, god, I'm . . .  I'm gonna cum . . .  fuck . . ." Amy exploded and
began to spasmodically shake and quiver uncontrollably.  Seconds later she
felt his cock erupt spewing hot jets of cum inside and driving her to
another orgasm.  This one took total control, and something happened that
had never happened before.  She came so hard that she drove Chad's cock
from her pussy as she sprayed thick blasts of female ejaculate.  She
blanked out for a second before her body recovered, and she returned to her
senses.  Her thighs were drenched and a puddle of her spray pooled on the
sheet beneath the fold of her ass.

   A look of contentment shone on Chad's face as she sheepishly looked up
to him.  "I see we are going to have to work on your priorities.  From now
on, you must ask permission to cum, not tell me you are cumming. 
Everything you do from here on will be at my discretion," Chad informed as
he rubbed his still semi-erect cock against her drenched pussy lips.

   Too spent to speak, Amy could only nod in approval.  She watched as Chad
began undoing her bonds.  Her hopes of finally being able to hold him and
touch him were dashed by his next command.

   "Roll over!"

   There was a moment of awkward uncertainty as she stared blankly into his
face.

   "I will not tell you again.  Roll over now."

   She had to obey his voice.  Her own will was now lost in his.  She
slowly rolled over, face down on the bed, as her mind danced wildly with
thoughts of his intent.  She felt a finger at the base of her spine and
felt it slowly roam down the crack of her ass until it stopped and began
circling her puckered hole.

   "Get on your hands and knees."

   She need not ask now.  His intent was all too clear.  The one thing she
had denied him in marriage would now be taken under this new relationship;
what she had always dreaded was now longed for.  She obediently assumed the
position; her ass stuck high in the air.  and her head lowered onto the
pillow.  She was his for the taking.  She felt his masculine hands spread
her ass cheeks, and, for the first time, she felt the head of his cock
press against her tight anus.  Her hands instinctively clutched the sheets
in anticipation of a painful entry.  Reaching down to her sopping wet
pussy, he rubbed her juices over his cock for lubrication and pressed
firmly against her asshole.

   For a second it felt like she was being ripped apart as she grimaced
while burying her face in the pillow beneath her, then the muscles relaxed,
and he was in.  An entire new sensation began to take over as he slowly
began plowing her ass with his thick cock.  The driving of his cock and the
slapping of his balls against her ass drove her again into a delirious
ecstasy.

   "Rub your pussy while I fuck your ass," he commanded.  She was only too
happy to oblige.  She let her right hand find her pussy and began rubbing
it feverishly as he plowed away at her.  His deep penetrating thrusts,
combined with the tightness of her ass, had him spewing cum in no time. 
She felt the hot blasts fill her completely as her hand blurred across her
swollen cunt lips.

   "Please, let me cum," she spoke as she felt him slowly pull his thick
meat from her asshole.

   "Not yet, keep going," he remarked, loving the vision of his wife on her
knees, her ass spread wide and dripping his cum while she feverishly
stroked her pussy.

   "Oh...god...I can't hold it, please, let me cum," she pleaded, the
desperation hanging on her every breath.

   Chad grinned in amusement as he watched his wife spend.

   "Then cum!"

   His words were all she needed to hear.  They no sooner left his lips
than a massive orgasm overtook her.  She squirted copious amounts of cum,
soaking her hand completely, as her body shook with such force it made the
bed move.  She went limp and sunk to the bed onto her stomach.  Chad helped
her roll over onto her back, and he straddled her chest.  Taking his cock
in his hands, he placed it to her lips.

   "Lick it clean." His voice was commanding and dominant.

   The realization of where his cock had just been flashed in her mind and
her initial thought was to rebel and deny his request, but as she looked
into his eyes, her will again melted into his.  She grasped his flaccid
cock in her hand and slowly brought it to her lips.  Running her tongue
around the head she could taste her own juices as well as his dried cum. 
She licked down both sides, even cleaning his balls, before the task was
finished and they lay down beside each other.

   "Not a bad beginning," Chad whispered as he leaned over and kissed her
firmly on the lips.  "There will be much more for you to learn." She closed
her eyes, more content than ever before.  The trip had turned out even
better than she had anticipated.

   Chad listened to her gentile breathing as a smile formed on his lips. 
He was enjoying the best of both worlds.  Keeping her as a salve would help
him continue his covert activities without risk.  In all honesty, he could
set Amy free at any time...but why spoil a good thing.  He drifted to sleep
contented and peaceful.