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A Relaxing Evening

     It had started out as fairly normal day for me, the
same old shit that I deal with day in and day out.  People
suck, and that’s the truth.  They are ignorant, careless
fuckers who just try to slip by as easily as they can.  You
see it everywhere.  I know it’s just not the members of my
team at work, the guys I manage, or even my boss, and his
boss, but all of them together were bugging the shit out me
at the moment.  Deadlines!  Profits!  Meetings!  Fuck off!!

     And it was only getting worse.  As usual, I ended up
staying late.  No really a big deal – shit happens.  But
that day ended well after seven o’clock – surprise late
meeting again, and of course, for this marathon meeting
starting past five, they don’t even order us food.  The
point of this lovely little meeting – give me and my team
more work.  Nice six month project I’d have to have done in
four, with near-impossible milestones scattered haphazardly
throughout.  My bosses were morons.

     I got home to find an empty house and a note declaring
that Sarah was out shopping with her cousin.  Wonderful
timing, really; I needed the chance to wind down a bit,
hopefully get rid of the pain that pulsed through my head.
Grabbed some takeout on the way home – I hadn’t expected
Sarah to have made me anything.  God forbid she do any work
in the wonderfully modern kitchen we had.  Okay – I’ll be
fair; the bitch can cook a mean meal when she tries, but she
prefers entertaining and parties for such things, not the
regular dinner-for-the-husband efforts.

     I tossed my tie and jacket on the sofa as I passed by
to get the usual distressing agents: a glass of Glen Levitz
and a smooth cigar.  I would need a generous dose of both to
calm me down.  I stepped out onto the wooden deck, surveying
my tiny-as-hell yard.  I never understood why they made such
expensive homes on the small-ass lots.  It annoyed the shit
out of me that I spend near a mil on a house and could
almost spit from my roof onto the equally-priced house next
door.  The house was worth it – lovely, new, and well
decorated.  Sarah had a big hand in that.  I’m not much for
picking furniture and drapes.  It was a lovely neighborhood,
lots of us well-to-do types, all trying to flaunt our wealth
to each other.  It made me laugh.

     I was sad to see that the girl who lived in the house
behind ours had her drapes closed.  Usually she walked
around in her underwear, stuff way too sexy for a girl her
age – at most sixteen – to be wearing.  I liked to sit out
on my deck, smoke and drink and watch her flaunt her body.
Sometimes, if she was about to go out, she’d blow a kiss in
my direction before dressing and leaving her room, so she
knew I was watching at least sometime.  I could have used
the show now to alleviate some tension.

     I settled in and enjoyed the cool breeze.  Smoked my
cigar slowly, letting the crisp, dark taste fill my mouth
before puffing out the thick blue cloud, my stress just
flowing out with every exhale.  Take a couple bits of the
Indian food I’d picked up, the spicy chicken cream sauce
adding a sharp kick to the rich smoky flavor already
consuming my taste buds, and then a sip of delicate, cold
whiskey to send it all down in a swirl of sensation and
decadence that erased the concerns of the day and pulled my
mind away from thought.  It was cool, dark nothing, and I
was immersing myself in it, letting it flow around me like
the gentle arms of caring lover.  I closed my eyes just
floated as I puffed on my cigar and sipped my whiskey.

     My world was quiet calm, and I was pushing my entire
world away, when –

     “Honey!”  Sarah voice broke through the silence and
echoed through the house.  My eyes snapped open and my jaw
clenched, sending a wave of pain up through my skull, adding
to the pressure that had collected throughout my day.

     I stood up and stepped into the house, my cigar in my
mouth and glass in hand.  She was rushing through the living
room and into the library, her arms loaded with bags.
“Honey!  How was your day?  Did you just get home?  They
kept you late again – that sucks.  Wow!  They kept your
really late tonight!  Margy and I were just out shopping and
I bought the most wonderful dress.  I was thinking I could
wear it to that cocktail party next week,” at this point she
had made her way around to me and kissed me on the cheek.  I
turned my head and blew out a puff of smoke in the general
direction of the open door and sipped my drink.  “Uhh, you
smoking that inside?  That leaves such a smell in
everything!”

     I shrugged.  I was trying to tune her out, but her
voice was attacking my forehead with every word she spoke.
She was smiling and chatting away about her shopping
excursion, and I just sipped away, letting the cool liquor
comfort me and protect me from her voice.

     She was a beautiful woman, though.  A couple years
younger than my 30, she was still quite the looker.  She
worked out and dieted, knowing that she was the wife of a
successful business man and that it was part of her wifely
duties to be the gorgeous accessory on my arms at parties
and other social functions.  She had it down, too.  She knew
how to dress to show off those shapely legs and curvy hips
and sculpted stomach.  She knew how to wear her wonderful
golden hair to frame her pretty face and set off her blue-
gray eyes so that she simply radiated.  She could chat and
flirt and make you want her all while by my side.  She was
the perfect date to such functions, and she loved them.
Everyone warmed to her and loved her, and because of it,
they loved and envied me.  It got me places that others
could not.  I knew that most of my co-works wanted to fuck
her – hell, the president of the company had flat out told
me so at one of the events a couple months ago.  He was
currently on trophy wife four, I think she was 23, and he
was lusting after my wife.

     But he didn’t have to listen to her prattle on.  “Ah,
Jack!  You’re getting ash on the floor!”

     I glanced down at the bit of cigar ash on the hardwood.
It would sweep up easily enough.  I just shrugged and downed
the rest of my whiskey.  The last thing I really needed was
her mouthing off about something as unimportant as that.  I
mean, fuck, it’s not like it was a fucking carpet or
anything and I was about to set it on fire.

     I held my empty glass out to her.  She looked at it for
a moment and then snatched it from my hand.  “What, you
expect me to get you another?”

     I nodded.  “On the rocks.”

     “I know how you like your drink, Jack!  Fuck it!  You
get your own fucking whiskey.  Sit out on the deck and smoke
and watch your fucking hussy tease you.”  She tried to hand
my glass back to me.  “Don’t expect me to open my legs for
you when she gets you all turned on.”

     I sucked in a deep breath on my cigar.  I held it for a
moment.  And then I blew it right in her face.  She turned
away, coughing.  She was trying to say something, but I
didn’t catch it.

     She never saw the backhand coming.  I struck her hard
across the cheek, with a resounding slap.  She stumbled back
from the blow, dropping my glass.  It shattered as it
crashed to the floor.  Before should could recover and
collect herself, I drove my fist into her stomach.  The wind
exploded from her lungs, and she dropped to the floor.

     “You get me my drink when I tell you,” I stated, my
voice even and cool as I watched her tremble on the floor.
It was the first time I had ever hit her like that; I would
have thought I would be surprised by my own viciousness, but
I wasn’t.  Hitting her was as natural as kissing her would
have been.

     She began to scoot away from me on the floor.  She was
breathing hard.  “You ‘open your legs’ for me when I tell
you.  If I want to fuck, I fuck you.  Do you understand?”

     She mumbled something from the floor.  I took a quick
step towards her and grabbed a fistful of hair.  I pulled
her head back so she was facing me.  “What?”

     “Yes!  Yes, I understand!”  Her voice was shaky, on the
verge of tears.

     I took another deep drag of my cigar and held her head
still so I could stare into her eyes.  She kept trying to
turn her face away, but she couldn’t.  I breathed it out,
not specifically aiming for her face, but not avoiding it
either.

     “Hold out your arm.”

     She hesitated.  I pulled her hair back, hard.  “I don’t
want to repeat myself!”

     Sarah’s arm was up and out.  I ground my cigar into her
forearm; she hissed from the burn as I snuffed the embers.
I released her as I stood and tossed the stub out through
the open door over the deck rail.

     She was heaving breaths, now, and blowing on the burn.
“Son of a bitch!” she murmured as she tried to relieve the
pain.

     I whirled on her.  “What?”

     The terror in her eyes excited me like nothing before
ever had as she looked up at me from the floor.  She was
beautiful, but that look was pure eroticism.  I could feel
my cock stiffening in my pants.  She was shuffling away,
pushing herself across the slick wood floor with her legs,
sliding behind the coffee table on her ass.

     “What did you say?”

     For a moment, she looked away, becoming the submissive
little cunt-wife she should be.  But then, the inner-bitch
sparked to life, and she turned a stern face back to me.
“You son of a bitch!  You fucking burned me, you asshole!”

     I lunged for her with speed and ferocity that very
obviously frightened her.  I hadn’t known I had it in me,
but there it was.  The coffee table was between us, but only
for a moment.  With a flick of my wrist, I sent the whole
thing hurling across the room and crashing into the built-in
bookshelf wall.  I heard the crack of the wood breaking; it
fueled me on.

     I grabbed her by the throat with one hand and hauled
her to her feet.  Her hands grasped my wrist, trying to get
me to let go.  Her legs kicked out, but it was weak paddling
against my thighs.  I lifted her up until she was on her tip-
toes.  She couldn’t breath, and her hands were going weak on
my arm.

     I slammed my fist into her stomach again.  It was a
dull thwack of knuckles on meat; the sound was exhilarating.
I loved the feel of my hand hitting the tight muscle of her
well-toned tummy.  It made it so much more appealing to be
striking hard flesh.  She grunted and gasped, her eyes
rolling in her head.  I hit her again, venting all of my
stress and frustration into the blow.

     She lashed out, trying to defend herself.  Her limp
hand impacted with my cheek.  There was little strength, and
no pain.  But she dared try to strike me?  No, no that would
not do at all.

     I spun and moved, swinging her weight around and
slamming her against the wall right next to the fireplace.
The picture on the wall fell, the glass shattering as the
frame hit the ground.  The candles on the mantle shook from
the impact.  Shame they weren’t lit – I could have snuffed
their flames on her skin.

     Pressed against the wall, it was easy enough for me to
hold her off the floor entirely, and her feet dangled a few
inches above the floor as I held her by her throat.  The
impact against the wall stirred her a bit, waking her, but
the blow also disoriented her.  Her hands were all over,
trying to grasp the mantle to prop herself up so that she
could breath.  She knocked the candles off and the antique
vase – broken bits of wax and ceramics scattered across the
floor.

     I grabbed her blouse by the inside of collar and ripped
down.  The buttons popped in one quick stroke.  I ripped the
fabric away.  Her lovely breasts bounced in the lacy black
bra she was wearing, those perfect C cups.  I slammed by
fist right into her tit, making her squeal.  I laughed.

     I slapped her face, open palm to one side, then
returned with a backhand to the other.  Over and over, I
reddened her cheek and swelled up her lip.  She could only
struggled and gasp for air, her face flushing, then
beginning to turn blue.  It was lovely.

     I twisted my entire body, using all my strength to rip
her away from the wall and hurl her to the floor.  She
crashed hard onto the hard wood on her side, and bounced
into the wooden rocking chair.  Sarah tumbled right through
the chair, busting it to pieces.  She ended up on her
stomach and just laid there, gasping and sobbing.  I was
over her in a moment, and ripped her skirt off.  Her ass
hung a bit in the air, showed off in her little black thong.
Her round ass cheeks were so soft and smooth and pale.  I
needed to hurt her.

     I scooped up one of the spokes from the destroyed
rocking chair.  It was a thick, round piece of wood, dense
with a good weight.  I raised it high above my head and
brought it down hard.  Crack!  Right across her ass.  She
fell forward, flopping to the ground.  I wailed again, and
again, landing blow after blow on her fair skin, and all the
while she just grunted and moaned.  Her skin bruised quickly
under the onslaught, and her butt was lined with long purple
welts.

     I licked my lips as I listened to her pained moans.  I
was amazed with how much this brutal assault was turning me
on.  I couldn’t take it any longer; my lust for release was
outweighing my desire to hurt her body more.  I needed to
fuck her.  Now.

     I tossed my weapon away and grabbed her thong by the
waist strap.  I lifted her up by the small piece of
material, raising her ass off the floor until her legs and
shoulders hovering just above the floor.  She was limp, and
I almost thought her unconscious, but I could hear her
whimpering.

     I shook her hard, holding the strap, and shoved down
and then snapped my arm back, thrusting all her weight
against her underwear.  On the fourth shove, they snapped,
and Sarah fell hard to the floor, her thong destroyed.

     I grabbed the back of her bra strap and lifted that the
same way.  She grunted in pain as I crushed her tits, and I
bit my lip with joy at the sound of her agony.  My cock was
throbbing; I was delighting in stripping her naked.  As I
lifted her, though, I stepped on her back with one foot,
pushing down with my weight as I pulled up on her bra.  She
started to moan and cough as I forced her down with my shoe.
The strap-hooks gave, and the back sprung open.  I was
surprised by the sudden release of tension, and I stumbled
back even as Sarah was flung to the floor under the weight
of my foot.

     She surprised me then.  She was up and running, naked,
out of the library.  I chased after her.  My feet fell like
thunder, shaking the floor as I barreled behind.  I was not
amused by her attempts to escape me, but chasing after her
was making me hungry and lustful.  She was swift and
graceful, but also well-maimed – the combination made her
every moment exciting to watch.  It would usually have been
a harder pursuit, but I was catching up easily.

     “Get back here, you fucking cunt!”

     Sarah rushed around the living room, evading the
furniture.  I plowed through it, tossing it out of my way as
I rushed after.  She turned to look at me from time to time,
pure panic in her face.  It drove me on, harder.  I would
show her it was futile to escape me.  When I wanted to fuck,
I would fuck her, whether she wanted it or not.

     I was closing in as she rushed towards the dinning
room.  Maybe she was going to the kitchen, thinking she
could find something to defend herself with.  I’ll never
know.  I was close enough, so I struck.  I punched her dead
in the small of her back, just above her beaten ass.

     She flew forward, knocked off her feet.  Her body
collided hard with the large wooden table.  Stomach first.
She slumped over it, limp once more.  I was behind her in a
moment.  My body propped hers up, keeping her from falling
to the floor.

     “Did you really think you could get away?  Stupid
cunt!”  I unzipped my pants and pulled my aching cock out.
“I would have gone easier on you had you stayed put.  But
now I need to teach you.”  Grabbed her hair and lifted her
head from the table.  “Don’t I?  You need to be taught how
to act, don’t you?”

     Her voice was weak, just a whisper.  “Yes.”

     “Yes.  Yes, you forgot how you are supposed to treat
me.  You forgot your place in my house, didn’t you?”

     “Yes.”

     “If I want to burn you, I burn you and you thank me for
it!”

     “Yes.  Thank you . . . .Jack . . . for burning . .
.me.”

     “And?”

     “For beating . . . me.  Showing . . .me my place.”

     “Fucking right.  God damn fucking slut!  And now I’m
going to fuck you.  You want me to fuck you, don’t you,
Sarah?”  When she didn’t answer right away, I smacked her
head down onto the wooden table, and then yanked her up
again.  “Don’t you, cunt?”  Again.  “Don’t you?”

     “Yes,” she hissed.  “Please.  Please, Jack, fuck me.  I
need to be fucked.  I need to shown my place.”

     I held her head down on the tabletop, keeping one hand
on the back of her neck to keep her body down.  She didn’t
have the strength to fight back.  I had her now.  With my
cock held tight in my free hand, I slid the head up and down
her ass crack until I felt the spot.  Then I pushed.

     She grunted, and then shrieked as she began to cry, but
she didn’t flinch at all.  I’m not sure she had the energy
to move.  But I did.  I leaned in hard.  Forcing my cock
slowly but surely up her ass canal.  I had fucked her up the
shitter plenty of times before, but now, without even spit
or cunt-juice to slick it up, I was shoving my dry cock up
her tight hole.  As beaten as she was, her ass was clenched
up, tight, too.  It hurt me shoving it upside of her.  Which
meant it was all the worse for her, and that made me even
hornier.

     I started fucking immediately.  I had so much pent up
inside of me, so much energy and fury and need.  I fucked
her ass hard, ignoring her cries.  The rawness such
thrusting caused on my cock was ignored.  I pounded my whole
weight against her. Slammed her body hard into the table.
Leaned down, crushing her face to the wood.  I never slowed,
never slackened.  I just fucked her, telling her to take it
like the slut she was and get used to it.  If this is how I
wanted it, then this is how she would take it.

     I exploded with a cry of shear pleasure and unloaded my
cum into her bowels.  I crushed her small frame under my
weight as I came.  She was shuddering beneath me as she
cried.  It made me want to hurt her more.

     I pulled out quickly and stepped away.  Without me
there to support her weight, she slumped off the table and
fell in a heap on the floor.  My cum was leaking out from
her wasted asshole, tinged pink from the blood.  It looked
so fucking hot as it streamed out from between her ass crack
and down her leg to the floor.

     I squeezed her face between my hands and lifted her up
until she was on her knees.  She was hardly supporting her
own weight; she would have fallen had I let go.  Her eyes
were mostly closed, and she was rocking gently, like a tree
in the breeze.  I slapped her hard across the face.  That
roused her.

     Her eyes flashed open, and she looked up at me,
pleading.  Begging.  I sneered.  “Open your mouth, slut.”

     She did so; more to the truth, she let her jaw fall
open as much as gravity would take it.  I pulled it open the
rest of the way, which made her wince.  Her face was
swollen, and it was difficult for her to muster the energy
to force her mouth wide.  I shoved my cock between her lips;
she jumped as it forced its way in, paining her.  Holding
her by the hair, I proceeded to pump my dick in her mouth.
She was trying to suck, but it was a feeble attempt.  I
contented myself with the feel of her tongue and swelled
lips on my shaft.  The tears streaming down her cheeks
definitely helped me along as I fucked her face.

     I lasted much longer then I did in her ass, but soon
enough I was shooting my second load down her throat.  After
the first shot, I pushed her back onto the floor.  She
flopped hard on the wood, her tits jiggling from the impact
as the rest of my cum splattered all over her body.  I gave
myself a few jerks to make sure I had fully unloaded, and
then tucked my cock back in my pants.

     “Remember you place, now, slut?  You remember now?”

     She nodded.

     “You do what I tell you, or you know what you get.”

     “Yes, Jack.”

     I kicked her in her side.  God, I loved watching her
body jerk from the impact, hearing the grunt of pain.  It
made my cock twitch.  I might not be ready to fuck her again
just yet, but before the night was over, I would take her
body at least once more.

     “Now, cunt, I want another whiskey.  Bring it out to me
on deck, and be quick about it.”

     I turned to walk away, but her voice caught me.  “Jack
. . . please.”

     I looked back at her, lying on her back, beaten and
bruised, red and blue and brown all over from the damage I
had done.  Her legs where spread, showing off her neatly
shaven cunt.

     I closed in, standing just on top of her, and lowered
the ball of my shoed foot right onto her clit just like I
would step on a pedal.  She sucked in her breath and closed
her eyes as I leaned more and more weight into her cunt,
pushing harder and grinding my shoe against her tender
flesh.

     Her arms and legs jerked as her body spasmed.  She was
breathing hard, loud sighs as her climax ripped through her
abused body.  She didn’t have the strength or voice to cry
out, but I could see the pleasure cascading through her.
Tears streamed from her face as she came.

     Once her shaking started to subside, I turned and
walked back to the deck.  I sat and breathed in the cool
air, letting the pleasant sounds of the evening comfort me
and dry the sweat on my body.  I was flushed from the
exertion, and now that I was calming down, I could feel the
dull ache in my muscles.  My headache was gone, and my
stress fully relieved.

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     I fell into my chair on the desk, my teeth grit in
fierce annoyance.  My project at work was meeting the
milestones, but due to two of the idiots on my team, I was
now very close to being behind schedule for the week.  It
was going to be very satisfying when I fired George in the
morning, but that didn’t help me catch up.  I could feel the
pressure building in my skull, in my neck.  My pain – I
found I very much enjoyed taking it out on others.

     I look up to the house beyond my backyard to see that
my lovely little tease was in her room, topless, and in
skimpy little red panties.  She was on the phone, chatting,
casually rubbing her cunt through the fabric as she paced.
I licked my lips as I admired her body; the things I would
do to her. . .

     Sarah was quick in following me out onto the deck, or
as quick as she could be, limping as she was from my latest
venting a couple days before.  I was pleased to see she had
attired herself appropriately: she had her serving tray on.
It was a wooden tray cut to rest perfectly against her
stomach.  Two straps clutched the outside corners to hefty
clips, which attached to her nipples.  She had to be very
careful with how she moved, or the side against her body
would fall out, dumping the contents of the tray.  She had
gotten very good at serving since I had gotten it for her
just a few weeks ago, and even sore and limping now, she was
managing.  When I was the one putting it on her, I would
bind her hands behind her back, but since she had put the
tray on herself, she merely kept her hands there obediently.

     Not only had she brought me my whiskey, on the rocks –
good thing for her that it was, or else a beating would have
ensued right then – but she had gotten for me cigar and my
lighter.

     She knelt down next to me, proffering her gifts to me.
I saw her casually gazing up at the neighbor’s daughter as I
collected my drink and cigar, a flicker of a smile playing
about her sweet lips.  She picked up the lighter and held
the fire for me as I lit up.  Without a sound, she
extinguished the flame with her hand then closed the
lighter.

     “Thank you, Sarah,” I said, settling back into my
chair.  I took a deep puff of smoke, and then blew it out
towards her.  She didn’t flinch.  “You can take that off.”

     “Thank you, Jack.”  She unhooked the tray from her tits
and set it aside, but stayed kneeling by my side.  “Bad day
at work?”

     I shrugged.  “Typical.”  Since I had started this
project, that was the truth of it; every day was another
annoyance, another pain.

     She nodded, her eyes glistening in the moonlight as she
regarded me with total love and admiration.  I reached out
and stroked her hair.  She leaned into my hand like a love-
starved kitten.

     I kissed her forehead.  She shuffled around until she
was kneeling in front of me, and she lowered herself down so
she was sitting on her legs, and she lowered her head into
my lap.  Her hands were idling caressing my crotch, stroking
my cock through my pants, even as I continued to pet her
hair.
     
     Holding my glass and cigar in one hand, I alternated
smoking and drinking.  The tension in my body was once more
drifting away as I let the stress of my day slip away in my
now daily fashion.  I felt Sarah unzip my pants and pull my
cock out.  She took it in her mouth and sucked my limp
member, letting it grow hard and thick between her lips as
she caressed my balls with her gentle fingertips.  I sighed,
content, as I sipped my liquor and watched the young girl
across the way tease her nipples.  She looked out her
window, at one point, down toward where I sat.  I doubt she
could see me in the darkness, but I have no doubt she
thought I was there.
     
     I stroked Sarah’s hair, letting her know how much I was
enjoying her service, and she moaned with pleasure and
desire at being able to serve me.  It was a wonderful,
relaxing evening – just what I needed to get my mind off of
the assholes at work.
     
     I took a deep breath and grinned, thinking about the
previous night that still had Sarah limping.  She had failed
to serve me properly and I had taught her a lesson for it.
“Guess you get to go out and buy more furniture for the
house this weekend.”  Sarah moaned in agreement.   She
enjoyed that kind of thing.  The antique furniture store was
becoming a weekly shopping trip for her ever since I had
first lost my temper with her over two months prior and sent
her careening into the old rocking chair.
     
     I let out a long sigh, and took another taste, letting
the cold, sharp flavor rejuvenate me as my beautiful,
obedient wife sucked and lapped at my hard cock.  This was
the perfect way to end an evening.