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After The Tournament. Part III by GW

Mature adults only rape violence F/M femdom



Sandy knew she still loved Frank, but that somehow that made her all the more
eager to dominate him. She had a compulsion to break him completely to her
will. She didn't care how much she made him suffer, or humiliated him. She
wouldn't be satisfied until she made him crawl on his belly like a whipped
puppy.

Getting her breath back, Sandy reached down and patted Frank gently on the
face. "How ya doin' Love?" She asked with genuine tenderness and concern.
Then she viciously slapped his face. Goaded by her viciousness, Frank lunged
from his sitting position, and grabbed Sandy's legs. She could have easily
kicked
free but instead, Sandy gave her hips a hard bump and grind. She smashed her
naked crotch into Frank's face and knocked his head back against the wall.

Frank hung on doggedly, trying to upend her, and Sandy smashed her crotch into
his face several more times, until her husband's head was reeling again. She
easily pulled loose from his arms, and looked down in his face.

"What's it feel like for a big, strong macho guy to really get pussy-whipped
by his wife?" She sneered cruelly.

 Frank snarled painfully "You dirty lousy bitch! I'll get you for this." He
was almost sobbing in frustration.

"Oh Gee, big words from a big man!" Sandy laughed. "I'm really
scared!........Not!
I'd be even more scared if you could get up off the floor and face me like a
man."
Stung by Sandy's laughter, Frank made another lunge at her. She stepped
gracefully out of reach.

"Come and get me!" Sandy taunted leaning over, and beckoning her husband.
Frank lunged again, on his hands and knees now.

"C'mon!" Sandy challenged again, and kicked at his face. Frank couldn't get
up, but he crawled doggedly after his wife, sobbing in rage and frustration.

Sandy whipped around to Frank's side. She slipped her arm around his throat
and pulled him up straight on his knees, so she could entwine her arms about
his, in a full-nelson. Frank couldn't break her hold. Sandy wrestled his
heavy body around, until she hauled him to his feet. She pressed her
voluptuous body against his broad manly back. She savored the feel of his
feeble struggles, as she held him helplessly trapped against her.

As she heaved him about Sandy laughed in Frank's ear. She had to bend him
backward to control him, he was so much taller than she was. Frank couldn't
loosen Sandy's masterful hold, no matter how he fought. He was almost insane
with frustrated rage. Sandy forced her furiously struggling husband forward a
step
at a time. Frank resisted with all his dwindling strength, but step by step,
Sandy
shoved him to within several feet of the wall.

Sandy wrenched Frank's body back and forth, building up momentum. Frank
fearfully tried to dig his feet in, but he slipped and slid. Suddenly, Sandy
lunged
and smashed him face first into the wall. Frank's arms were trapped above his
head; he couldn't protect himself from the jarring crash. His body shuddered
against Sandy's belly.

Sandy dragged Frank backward a few steps, to repeat the maneuver; his
struggles were pitifully weak now.

"No don't!" Frank yelled, but Sandy drove him even harder into the wooden
wall this time. When Sandy dragged him backward this time, there wasn't any
resistance at all. Frank's huge body just sagged against her own. Sandy
prepared to smash Frank into the wall a third time. He broke down completely.

"Oh God, not again! Please Sandy for the love of God! No more, I quit!" The
whining fear in Frank's voice was just what Sandy wanted to hear. She paused
a moment breathing deep, gathering all her strength. Then she drove forward.
Frank screeched, as Sandy slammed him full length against the wall a third
time. Sandy let him go, and spun him around facing her. His magnificent torso
was bruised and scraped from neck to crotch, his knees skinned, and his face
looked like raw meat.

Frank cowered against the wall, moaning. His legs quivered violently. He
couldn't stand erect, but his half closed eyes still glared resentfully.
Sandy moved a step toward him, and a look of fear crept into his face. He
flinched when she raised her hand threateningly.

Sandy liked the hunted look on Frank's face. She pinned him to the wall, with
one hand against his broad chest. When she raised her other hand, he tried to
defend himself but his trembling arms barely functioned. Contemptuously his
wife slapped him across the face, enjoying the shudder of fear.

Still holding her husband pinned, Sandy dropped her other hand to his crotch.
She fingered his dangling rod and fondled his scrotum. She enjoyed the
shocked revulsion on his battered, but still handsome face. Sandy's groping
hand shamed and terrified Frank.

"Leave me alone!" Frank nearly wept.


"What's the matter Big Man?" Sandy purred cruelly. She seized Frank's huge rod
in her hand, and twisted it slowly. She'd never seen such naked terror in
anyone's
face.

"Afraid I'll tear this thing out by the roots?" Sandy taunted. Frank
shuddered, afraid to resist her. His huge penis shriveled in Sandy's hand in
fearful surrender. Sandy let go and jabbed her fist into Frank's belly. Even
a light punch sank deep into his corded belly now.

Frank gagged. "Please Sandy! I love you, please stop!" Frank wept abjectly.

"I'll stop when I get damn good and ready!" Sandy answered with a nasty purr.
"Come here, and do exactly what I tell you, and maybe I won't rip your balls
off!"
She ordered.

"Anything, anything!" Frank moaned in terror

Sandy started to take Frank's, wrist to lead him, but changed her mind.
Instead, she grasped his limp member. Frank could barely walk, but he didn't
dare resist. The big muscular bodybuilder meekly let his slim, blond wife
lead him across the room, pulling him by the penis, the most humiliating
leash imaginable.

Sandy stopped by her makeup table. Frank stumbled and almost fell twice before
they got there. He looked in the mirror above the vanity. The damage Sandy had
done scared him even more. He was mangled and bruised beyond belief. Sandy
grabbed the back of his neck and easily pushed him face down across the table.

Frank trembled fearfully, afraid to move, and hating himself for letting Sandy
put
him in this mortifying plight. Sandy picked up her ornate, silver backed
hairbrush
and Frank groaned in fear. Sandy had deliberately let him see it, and she
smirked
when his hard round buttocks clenched in fear. He tried to stand up then, but
Sandy held him down with one hand on his neck.

Sandy rubbed the stiff pig bristles across Frank's naked buttocks, letting
him feel the rough, sharp edges. The hair on the back of his neck prickled.
Sandy's eyes gleamed as his hard bottom trembled

"Don't please?" Frank choked. Sandy laughed at his whimpered plea, far beyond
any thought of mercy.

Sandy struck with sudden violence, slamming the brush down as hard as her
strong arm could swing it. Frank shrieked and jumped, when the sharp bristles
struck his behind.  Sandy methodically forced him back in place and struck
again. Frank's first, horrified cries died to shamed sobs, as Sandy savagely
abused his naked bottom. Suddenly Sandy's crotch was sopping wet and on fire.
She shivered in a sudden involuntary orgasm. She half collapsed across her
husband's shuddering body after her violent release.

It took Sandy several minutes to recover. When she looked down, Frank's
buttocks were raw and red as butcher's meat. He was still sobbing, his body
shuddering.

Sandy still wasn't satisfied. She pried Frank's raw, bottom cheeks apart. He
cried
out fearfully as soon as her cruel hand touched him. Sandy was almost in a
trance, unable to consider what she was doing. She reversed the brush and
shoved it between Frank's solid buttocks, pushing against his clenched anus.

"No don't! Not that! Please Sandy, not that!" Frank shrieked in mindless
terror. Snickering sadistically at his pitiful pleas, Sandy drove the long,
thick brush handle deep into Frank's body.

"How does it feel to have me do that to you Big Man? Huh?" She shouted
exultantly. She triumphantly shoved the huge ersatz phallus in and out of
Frank's
ravaged rectum. Instead of the strong, manly voice of the athlete she married,
Sandy thought her violated husband's shrieks sounded more like a woman being
raped.

Her hunger to degrade and humiliate her husband still unsated, Sandy reached
between his legs and grasped his huge flaccid penis. She roughly massaged it
back to life. She vigorously continued his rectal violation while she jerked
Frank off. He ejaculated with the massive brush handle still ramming in and
out of his ravaged body.

Sandy came again, herself, but that only made her hornier. She wrestled Frank
off the table onto his knees in front of her. She grabbed his ears and mashed
his
weeping face against her crotch.

"Suck me off Wimp!" Sandy ordered fiercely. Her husband was petrified of his
suddenly invincible, and terrifyingly dominant wife. Frank abjectly kissed,
sucked
and tongued Sandy's inflamed, throbbing pussy, even while the hateful brush
still
dangled obscenely from his ravaged behind.



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