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Violence in Video Games (Rough sex - F/M)

By Kim

Introduction: or "The Thoughts of Chairperson Kim".

A few weeks, or so, ago I wrote a version of this story that some of
you may have read already. After much soul-searching, debate and
downright argument, I have felt compelled to re-write it.

I firmly believe that censorship is profoundly wrong for adults. I
believe that classification is all that is really required for a
mature audience. However, there is one form of censorship I *do*
believe in and that's self-censorship. As an occasional author, I've
come to realize that self-control is probably all that saves a liberal
society from degenerating into chaos.

This may seem an extreme thing to say, but the alternatives are worse,
much worse, believe me.

This is a story involving rough sex between two consenting adults. In
the original version the balance, I now feel, was wrong. If you've
read it and were offended, then I'm sorry. It was *not* my intention
to produce a piece that pandered to, or reinforced the mind-set of,
the worst elements of society. I hope this version redresses the
balance. My intention was to write something that I felt was
reasonably original. At least I've never read a story quite like it on
ASS, but then that's hardly saying anything, as I probably read less
than five percent of its daily offerings.

I would like to thank the following for there help and understanding.
Bronwen, for patiently explaining to me how to write properly. Taria,
for continuing to support me, no matter what rubbish I write. Anne,
for opening my eyes and explaining to me just what I'd written. And
finally to my boyfriend "Rob" who tried to tell me I was an idiot, in
as gentle a way as possible. Unfortunately, I was too stupid and too
stubborn to take any notice... :(

I sincerely hope my next story will be much more fun to write than
this one has been, which, after all is the main purpose of writing for
this ng. My apologies if this has become a rather grandiose
introduction to a pretty small story.



Violence in Video Games (Rough sex - F/M)

By Kim

Paul took up his usual wary stance, both fists raised in front of him,
glaring at his circling opponent. His deadly rival was the quick and
vicious Anna. Despite being dressed in a tight red dress and high
heels, she was more than a match for him. He lunged forward and tried
a high kick to Anna's head. Like lightning she ducked and brought up a
sweeping uppercut into Paul's midriff. He collapsed and lay still on
the floor. Anna giggled in victory and with great disdain slowly
turned her back on him and mockingly wiggled her ass at him.

Rob stood up and threw the controller on the floor. "Fucking stupid
fucking game!" he shouted. He stamped over to the Playstation and
stabbed his finger on the eject button. Picking up the CD he threw it
against the wall where it broke into several pieces.

"Happy now?" I said. We'd been playing the video game for over two
hours. I hadn't wanted to, but it was his new toy and he wanted to
show it off to me. 

Unfortunately it hadn't gone quite according to plan for him. It seems
I have a natural talent for them, and in twenty eight straight bouts
I'd beaten him every time.

I could see he was really pissed at me, the game, the console and the
whole world. I really should have known better I suppose, but I was
kinda pumped up too.

I think the thing that had upset him the most was that just prior to
my last victory I'd eased off deliberately to let him win. Through
clenched teeth he'd warned me never, ever to do that again. You just
can't help some people.

Anyway, after this harsh warning I'd shrugged and said "OK, if that's
the way you want it," and proceeded to flatten him again. This
directly resulted in the sudden coming together of the game and the
wall.

I stood up and making a big show of carefully placing the controller
on the floor beside the console and switching off the television. Then
I did what I shouldn't have done, but you know me, I can't resist
teasing. I slowly turned round and wiggled my ass at him. 

It didn't exactly produce the result I was expecting. He charged
across the room and grabbed me, spinning me round and pushing his face
within an inch of mine.

"Just watch it, you're playing with fire," he said. I looked into his
eyes to try and judge just how angry he was. I wish I hadn't, he was
angrier than I'd ever seen before.

Now a sensible person might have tried to soothe the situation, but I
was suddenly pissed too. 

"Fuck you," I said, and I meant it. It wasn't the best reply I could
have come up with, I guess. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back
against the wall. I banged my head and was momentarily winded and
surprised from the physical attack. 

"Fuck this bullshit," I said, as I pushed him back. I'm young and fit
but alas, no match for Rob, especially wound up like this. 

"Hah, not so easy in the real world eh?" he snarled. We glared into
each others' eyes and grimaced. I hesitated for a moment and then
brought my knee swiftly up into his crotch. He wasn't expecting it and
he staggered back grasping his balls.

Unfortunately I hadn't connected as well as I'd hoped and he lunged
back. I thought for a horrible moment we were going to have a
full-fledged fight. He grabbed my blouse and, shaking me like a rag
doll, accidentally tore it open. 

He stepped back momentarily surprised by the outcome of his actions. I
looked down at my torn blouse, open-mouthed in shock. I looked up
again. "You fucking prick," was all could manage. I jumped forward,
grabbed his shirt and pulled it as hard as I could. It gratifyingly
ripped open, with two long strips hanging down his front. We stepped
back a moment, breathing hard from the sudden confrontation.

He slowly stepped forward and deliberately took hold of my bra. We
still glared at each other as he tugged my bra till it snapped and
fell in half. He stepped back and nodded in satisfaction. I looked
down at my exposed breasts and then back at Rob. He was just looking
at me steadily. I stepped closer to him and put my hands down the
front of his pants. I gave an almighty tug, but all it succeeded in
doing was jerking him towards me. I tugged even harder, but still
nothing happened. I was just about to try a third time when he started
laughing. I suddenly realized what I was doing and looked up at him. I
couldn't help but join him in grinning stupidly at our antics.

"If you want them off, all you have to do is ask little lady," he
said.

I noticed he wasn't laughing quite so much as a moment ago. I could
see the glazed look of lust beginning to take over. It dawned on me
that I too was aroused and out of the blue now wanted to fuck. I let
go his pants and just pointed to the bedroom. For a moment he didn't
move. I repeated the pointing motion, still not saying anything. He
smiled thinly and turned to go. I followed him, giving him a sharp
smack on his ass as we reached the bedroom. It was a quick and frantic
coupling with nothing in the way of foreplay. Neither of us said a
word throughout the whole thing. As we lay in the afterglow I
contemplated the latest turn in our sex life. Satisfied, but puzzled.

* * *

That night we were both in bed reading, when he put his book down,
closed his eyes and started sighing a lot. I put my magazine down and
looked at him. "Ok, what is it?" I asked. When he starts this I know
he's working himself up to saying something important. He was
obviously having difficulty with what he wanted to say. 

"Look, whatever it is just say it, for God's sake. It can't be that
bad surely?" I said.

"I'm not sure I should bring this up at all," he said, almost
apologetically. He waited for me to comment, but I let him squirm and
just raised an eyebrow. "Well, the thing is, I've been thinking about
our, erm... little session this afternoon," he said. I still just
looked at him. I could see he was beginning to blush. 

"Yes?" I said archly. 

"Well, the thing is..." he began again. 

"You said that already," I said.

"Look, I've been going over and over it in my mind. And the thing that
I remember quite vividly was the state of your nipples when you were
trying to pull my pants off," he said. Nipples will always let you
down.

"What exactly are you getting at?" I asked suspiciously. He looked
sheepish again.

"Were you as turned on as I was by the, er, fighting?"

I was just about to tell him what I thought about that notion when
those goddamned nipples spoke for me again. I opened my mouth to say
something but stopped when I saw him staring at my chest. Sure enough,
they were poking out like thimbles again. I looked up and he was
smiling his smug smile. 

"There are any number of reasons why they stick out. And the thought
of having a brawl with you is not one of them," I tried to bluff. He
just smiled some more, the bastard.

"Well, what's your point?" I asked. He shrugged and pretended he
didn't know what he was going to say, but I could tell he'd been
thinking about this for some time.

"How about we have a real fight Kimmy? I don't mean we try and kill
each other or anything. Just nice n' sexy," he said. I put on my best
frown and stared at him.

"I'll think about it," I said. I had to admit that I had been turned
on by the physicality of the confrontation. Still grinning he leaned
over and started to kiss the side of my neck. If it isn't nipples it's
erogenous zones; damn them! 

I tilted my head away to give him better access and closed my eyes in
pleasure. I let the magazine drop off the side of the bed and
succumbed.

* * *

"We've got to have a safe word," I told him. 

"Why?" he asked. Men can be so stupid sometimes. 

"Look, if I say something like 'oooh no, stop stop, don't' the idea is
we don't really want you to stop, do we, huh?" I said. 

"Sure Kim, so what shall it be?" he asked. 

"How about 'Fuck off, shit-for-brains'?" I said. 

"Now, now there's no need for sarcasm," he said with a smile.

"All right then, how about a color?"

"Yeah, that would work," he said. "Which one?" I chose green. I
couldn't see that coming up much in conversation, and besides, I
didn't think we'd be talking much anyway. 

I decided that I would buy some cheap clothes especially for our
"fight". They would probably end up getting torn, so there was no
point in wasting good clothes. We had already learned that tight pants
and a big leather belt are no good if you intend to get your clothes
ripped off your back. I figured a light summer dress, with the usual
stuff men like underneath, would probably do the trick.

* * *

Today was the day. I hadn't been able to eat I was so excited. I had
no idea quite what was going to happen. We hadn't discussed any sort
of game plan. All I knew was that I could stop it anytime with my safe
word, assuming he would honor it, of course. The feeling of unease was
adding to my arousal. 

I was wearing my cheap summer dress over the top of a matching set of
skimpy lace bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. I had
contemplated heels but, unlike Anna, I didn't think I would be able to
give a good account of myself wobbling about on them. Rob would have
to accept the sneakers. He'd left earlier to do some shopping and all
he'd said when he left was "Get ready to rumble Kimmy, we're gonna
party when I get back."

I paced about the house. I was nervous, horny, excited and slightly
frightened all at the same time. It was delicious. I knew I was wet
and ready for anything.

The key turned in the lock and my stomach turned over, I was so hyped.
He strode in and put his shopping on the table. Taking off his
sunglasses he looked me up and down. I lifted my chin and stared right
back. "You'll not get many takers dressed in a cheap, crappy dress
like that," he said. He was going to try and goad but I didn't rise to
the bait. 

"Who says I'm looking?" I said, with as much disdain as possible. 

"Don't kid me. All you chicks are just gasping for it," he said. "You
wish," I replied. He came closer and I backed away. He took another
step closer and I again retreated. We stood looking at each other for
a moment. He started to grin. I almost started to grin back but I
realized we'd both end up giggling and it would ruin the scene.

He stopped grinning and suddenly stepped forward and grabbed my arm. I
tried to wriggle free but he had a firm grip. As I tried to pull away
he gripped harder just to hold on. It hurt and I knew I was probably
already bruising, but I wasn't going to give in so easily. 

He pulled me to him and tried to kiss me. I turned my head away, so he
took a handful of hair, with his free hand, and pulled me back to face
him. He once again tried to kiss me, but I kept my lips tight shut.
All he managed to do was smear my lipstick across my face. "Come on
baby, you know you want it," he growled.

I knew I wasn't going to get out of his grip unless I did something
drastic. I reached up between us and felt for his left nipple through
his thin shirt. As expected it was as aroused as mine. I grasped it
firmly and gave it a savage twist. 

He gasped and let go of me as he tried to pull my finger and thumb off
his tender nipple. I let go before he could grab me again and gave him
a hard shove. He staggered back from the unexpected push and collided
with a dining room chair. It caught him unawares and he twisted round
and tripped over, with it underneath him. 

I nearly ran over to see if he was all right, but I stopped as I
figured he'd soon let me know if he wasn't. I looked round and
assessed my immediate options. I could go in flailing, whilst he was
on the floor, attack being the best defense and all that, else I could
run. 

Caught in a moment of indecision my options were abruptly cut off by
Rob launching himself up off the floor and giving me a flying body
tackle.

Now it was my turn to be caught unawares. We crashed to the ground
with him on top. The wind was completely knocked out of me and I lay
where I landed, stunned. Rob was also breathing hard as he lifted
himself off me and sat back on his heels. I managed a feeble groan.

"Nice try babe," was all he said. He flipped me over on to my front
and roughly pulled my dress up my back. I was intensely angry at the
pathetic fight I'd put up. I was still so winded I couldn't do
anything to defend myself. 

He slowly ran his hand up the back of my stockinged leg, all the way
to the curve of my ass cheeks. He roughly pulled my panties to one
side and, seeing my wetness, pushed a finger inside me. I grunted with
the sudden intrusion.

"How'd you like that?" he asked. I was beginning to recover but I
decided to continue feigning my winded state. 

He pushed a second finger in and twisted them through ninety degrees.
I almost gave up resisting at that point and groaned in pleasure. 

"Too late baby, and anyway, we *both* know that's precisely what you
want, isn't it, something filling your wet cunt?" 

I put my hand round to try and pull him out, but he smacked it
casually away. Next I tried to close my legs, but he intercepted them
with his knees. Shuffling forward he pushed them farther apart. 

"Perhaps you'd like my whole fist up there, it's certainly open
enough, but I guess a well-used slut like you would be kinda stretched
down there anyway," he said. My sexual arousal was being overtaken by
my rising anger. Of course, he was just goading me into some more
fighting, and it was beginning to work.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out, eliciting another groan of
pleasure from me. He leant down, grabbed my shoulders and roughly
flipped me over again. Grasping my face in his huge paws he leant down
and this time managed to force a kiss on to me. 

As he started to pull away I bit hold of his bottom lip and sank my
teeth in. He let out a cry and I happily noted a look of panic in his
eyes. He started to squeal in a most satisfying manner. 

Unfortunately it didn't last long. Still grasping my head in both
hands he tried to pull away. He realized I wasn't going to let go
anytime soon, and if he kept on pulling, he'd be short a sizable chunk
of lower lip.

He lifted my head clear of the ground an inch or so and then smartly
smacked it back down on the floor. A flash of white light shot across
my vision and I let go his lip with a gasp. He sat up and wiped the
back of his hand across his mouth. 

"Never know when to quit, huh?" he gasped. Without warning he smacked
me lightly across my right cheek with the back of his hand.

"See, it's a one horse race!" he said and in one swift movement he
ripped my dress open from neckline to navel. Buttons flew everywhere
and scattered across the floor. 

"Yeah, baby let's see those titties you're so fucking proud of," as he
effortlessly pulled my bra apart. "Huh, they ain't so special," he
said. I tried to pull my arms across my exposed breasts, but he
smacked them out the way again. 

"Ok, let's see the main show," he said as he reached down for my
panties. I tried to stop him but he grabbed both my wrists and pinned
them above my head. I started to struggle and buck as he once again
reached for my panties. 

"Give in yet, sweetheart? You know you can't beat me," he said, but I
knew he was finding it difficult to keep me pinned. Whilst his
attention was on my crotch I managed to pull my right wrist free. I
formed a fist and punched him hard between the legs.

He let forth a satisfying bellow and immediately let go my other hand
and lost all interest in trying to rip my panties off. I sat up and
pushed him away from me. I was still hugely aroused and the physical
fighting had only intensified my desire. 

I suddenly understood why so many men seem to relish getting into fist
fights. My body was trembling with a combined rage and lust. I wanted
to fuck but at the same time I wanted to beat him. Adrenaline sure can
be dangerous stuff.

Without thinking of the consequences I clenched both my fists together
and drawing them back in a big arc I let fly with all my strength.
With a satisfying thud they connected with his exposed jaw line. 

His eyes flew open with a completely astonished look. He blinked once
then slowly slumped over onto my legs. I pulled one of my legs out
from under him and pushed him off my other leg.

Christ, I thought in astonishment and then "Owww," I said, as I
realized my left hand now hurt like hell and I started shaking it.
Shit, it never seems to hurt on TV when they punch someone.

Rob groaned and stirred slightly. I quickly undid his belt and jeans
and pulled them down. I left them wrapped round his ankles in case he
came to. I pulled his boxers down and admired his semi-erect prick. I
leant down and sucked it into my mouth. Rob groaned and stirred some
more. 

Even semi-conscious his prick got hard. It just shows that men and
pricks are really two separate entities that just happen to share the
same body.

I had to move quickly as I knew he wouldn't stay under for long. I
stood up and stepped out of my panties and pulled the rest of my torn
bra and dress off. Clad only in stockings and garter belt I stepped
over his prone body. I squatted down over his crotch and grabbing his
prick guided it inside me. As his swollen member pushed past my lips I
let out an involuntary groan of pleasure and slowly slid all the way
down till we bumped pubic bones. For a moment I just sat there and
savored the exquisite feeling. 

I was elated, I had won against all expectation. Even I had thought I
would probably lose. If he hadn't kept taunting me with the macho
bullshit I would have probably rolled over and submitted.

I slowly pulled back up and stopped as his glans began to spread my
inner lips again. I pushed back down again all the way to the bottom.
I started to move faster and began clenching my pelvic muscles as I
moved. 

Rob let out a longer groan and opened his eyes. "What the fuck...?"
was all he could manage. I stopped moving and leant round and grasped
his balls in my right hand. He instinctively flinched and bucked
beautifully as I gripped him firmer. Still holding on, I leant
forward, stretching his scrotum to painful lengths. 

I looked down into his pained face and rasped "You move one fucking
inch and I'm gonna rip these fuckers clean off, understand?". At the
same time I gave his balls another painful squeeze.

He looked up and nodded without saying a word. The crestfallen look he
gave me momentarily brought me to my senses, but not for long as I
settled back into a steady rhythm of fucking him. I sped up as I felt
the tremors in my cunt and the familiar fizzing in my head. 

Rob began to moan louder and louder and I realized it wasn't just him
reaching climax. As I had been getting closer and closer, I had been
gripping his balls harder and harder. He started to plead. 

"Green, green for fuck sake," he whimpered. I looked down at him and
was even more determined to use him for my own pleasure. The pleas for
leniency just drove me over the edge. 

"That's *my* fucking safe word, not yours, you fucking *pussy*!" I
screamed the last word as I crashed over into a mind-blowingly intense
orgasm. 

I sagged down on top of him, completely out of it for a moment. I was
breathing so heavily and my cunt was spasming so much I managed to
bring Rob off as well. Maybe letting go his balls had helped. His
whole body shook several times as he shot his load inside me.

We lay like that for several moments completely shattered. I slowly
lifted up off him and looked down between my legs. Longs threads of
cum were dripping down onto his belly. Well, at least I hadn't damaged
his equipment too much. 

I looked down at Rob's face. He was still quietly moaning and his eyes
were closed. I leant down and gently kissed him on the cheek. His
eyelids slowly opened and he looked up at me. "Didn't quite go
according to plan did it?" he croaked. 

I smiled. "Oh I don't know, I think that was about the most intense
orgasm I've ever had," I said.

He smiled weakly and said "Glad to be of service, Ma'am." 

I couldn't help giggling with the result that another load of cum
squeezed its way out and splashed down on his belly. I started
laughing even more and collapsed down on him again. 

He reached up and wrapped his arms around me and we rolled over and
over on the floor laughing great belly laughs as we hugged. We
eventually came to a tear-stained halt and lay there exhausted from
fucking and laughing so much.

"Hey Kim, promise me one thing will ya?" he asked. "Sure babe, you
name it," I replied. 

"Promise me you'll never buy a gun. When you get worked up you're
fucking lethal."

I kissed him on the cheek and smiled. "Rest assured, you're safe here,
with me looking after you babe." 

He smiled back and we hugged some more. "Maybe we shouldn't play rough
for awhile, whad'ya think?" he asked. 

"Whatever you say big boy, whatever you say," as I gently stroked his
hair. We were both battered and bruised, but by God, it had been a
great fuck.

The End


If you would like to archive this story then please ask first. Chances
are I'll say yes, but only on condition it's not a commercial site.

If you feel compelled to do so (but I won't mind *much* if you don't)
send me an e-mail telling me why you hated/loved/weren't sure about it
at kim@nym.alias.net

Failing that, you are always welcome to try and publicly humiliate me
in the A.S.S.D ng.

Oh, btw, should you get the urge, or be downright bored enough, to
want to read the original, harsher version, of this story, then you
may well be lucky enough to find it on the lovely Taria's web page at
http://members.aol.com/TariaT/index.html

Kim September '97

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