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The following story contains violence and sex, combined. (yikes!)
Due to its content, it should not be read by anyone.  PARTICULARLY anyone who
is under 21, either in age or IQ.  Also, if your locale does not recognize the
first amendment to the US Constitution (for instance, if you live in parts of
Georgia or Iowa), you may be forbidden to read on. Check your local laws, and
ALWAYS, I mean ALWAYS vote Libertarian.  Also, you are NOT encouraged to try
this with your girlfriend. Trust me, guys, she'll get pissed and it won't be
worth it.  

And while I always appreciate hearing from critics and fans alike,(without
encouragement, I figure, why post?) the answer to the FAQ's are: NO, I won't
custom write stories for you; NO I won't mail you additional stories; NO, I
won't give permission for you to publish this story elsewhere; NO, I won't meet
you at a motel (or anywhere).  But thanks for asking.  

I collaborated on this story in '96 with a man who must remain nameless. 
Suffice to say that he always bitches and moans about his relationship with his
wife, and some of the elements of the story are true, some are fantasy, and
some are dramatic license.  And the writing was, for him, very theraputic and
cathartic.  But overall, it is a work of fiction, and should be viewed as such.
 And now, on with the story...

59 MINUTE RAPE

I want you to rape my wife. This is not a spur of the moment decision; I had
plenty of time to think this through last year, 12 days bored out of my mind on
a beach somewhere south of margarittaville. We'd spent our honeymoon in Vail 4
years ago; now THAT was a great trip. Of course, the actual plans for that
get-away were made BEFORE we tied the knot, back when I still had some say in
matters. Since then, choosing our annual vacation itinerary has devolved into a
simple hour long contest which I should be able to win easily, but which to my
utter dismay, I fear I'm destined to lose every year.
The week before our second anniversary, we were arguing bitterly about where
our annual vacation would take us. (In the interest of fairness, I let her drag
me to Hawaii after our first year of marriage, but now we were even, dammit!)
We decided not to take our little tiff into a cocktail party we were attending
at the country club that night, and when some strangers seated at our table of
10 inquired as to our occupations, I gave our standard reply: "We both work for
the same airline." To my horror, my wife added: "Yes, I fly the planes, and my
husband here is a stewardess--Oh I'm sorry honey, I mean 'flight attendant'." I
did my best to hide my embarrassment, but I'm sure I must have blushed a bit.
And I felt very left out when they started asking her about her work. I mean,
most of these people were doctors and lawyers and the like. What's so damn
interesting about flying a plane, anyway? Still, I smiled and nodded a lot, and
after about 5 more gin and tonics, it was time to go.
I could tell my wife felt guilty for having gone a little to far, and my having
handled the humiliation so gracefully made her feel worse I'm sure. She didn't
apologize (she NEVER does) but while waiting for the valet to pull up the
Lexus, she whispered in my ear that perhaps she could give me a blow-job on the
way home.
"I figured YOU'D want to drive, being as that you're the big hot shot pilot and
all." Of course, I regretted it as soon as I said it, but it was too late to
take it back. There was the Lexus, and the valet handing me the keys. "This is
MY car," she said to him, grabbing the keys. "Besides, my husband's too drunk
to drive, can't handle his liquor."
I rode next to her in total silence all the way home, my anger smoldering. Not
a word as the garage door closed behind us. I looked over at my vehicle, a '94
Blazer. Nice, but no Lexis was it. I followed her into the house, then into the
bedroom, standing behind her as we looked at us in the huge mirror over the
dresser.

She lifted her blonde hair and waited. "Could you help me with this zipper?"
She DIDN'T ask. "Please?" She failed to add. I started to, but then my hands
acted on their own accord, pulling the fabric asunder brutally and causing the
zipper to fly past its stopping point and meet the slit which came up the back
of the dress. It fell to the floor, exposing her back; bare except for the
contrast of the thin black bra strap. I grabbed the strap and swung her by it
onto the bed, the clasp giving way as her momentum caused her to fall onto the
bed, naked but for her thigh high stockings. That's right, my wife, the
respectable $94,000 a year pilot had gone to the party sans panties.
As she lay there stunned (I had NEVER been violent toward her in any way) I
began ripping my own clothes off. I jumped onto the bed and penetrated her from
behind. (At 35 yrs old, it sometimes takes a little foreplay for me to get it
up, especially after a night of drinking. But to my delight I found that
literally ripping the clothes off a beautiful woman can be remarkably
invigorating.) I slammed all the way in with just one thrust instead of our
usual several. She was soaking wet! The sheet was already getting wet, and so
was the hair on my balls. She began fucking back toward me immediately, and
soon announced "I'M CUMMING!" What?!!!!! MY wife! My wife who requires
cunnilingus until my whole face hurts! My wife who can ONLY cum with oral or
(ahem) mechanical stimulation! My wife, who didn't even have the common
courtesy to fake an occasional orgasm! But here she was, apparently climaxing
after only a minute of rough sex. Now on any other occasion, this would have
been great, but right now, her pleasure was not my goal. And she was excreting
so much juice that there was almost no friction on my cock. So I did something
I'd always wanted to do to a woman. I pulled out and shoved my cock right up
her ass! That sure ruined her orgasm. "WAIT! STOP! NOT THERE! TAKE IT OUT!
ARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" She thrashed about under me but could not throw me off. "It's
in the wrong hole." she added, vainly hoping that this was just a terrible
mistake on my part. But it was no mistake, and I told her so.
	 "I've always wanted to do you this way." I said
	"I don't take it this way" she cried
	"You do now, woman"
"Please, you have to take it out, we can do anything else you want. Just
please, take it out, it's killing me."
	I paused for a moment, considering her offer. "Anything?"
	"Yes, anything, whatever you want. Just get it out NOW!"
"How 'bout that blow job you offered me, only you have to take it all the way
down" She could never quite take it all the way without gagging painfully. And
she hated to swallow sperm.
	"Yes, yes of course, all the way"
	 "And were going to Colorado for our vacation this year"
	nothing
	"Did you hear me?"
	"No"
"No you didn't hear me, or no we aren't going to Colorado"
"Fuck you, do your worst" she hissed between clenched teeth. And so I did my
worst. I fucked her up the virgin ass as hard and as long as I could, but no
further begging or cries came from her lips. And I knew as I shot my load into
my wife's tight butt that I might as well start packing my beach ware.
We did agree however that this was almost a fair way to settle our
disagreements over future trips, but only if we laid out some ground rules:
	RULE # 1. We would play our "game" one week before vacations.
RULE #2. I could do anything I wanted to her as long as I drew no blood and
caused no lingering damage. (all bruises must be healed in time for the trip,
and no marks at all on her face.)
RULE #3. A time limit. 59 minutes. ('Cause that's how long the  "sleep" timer
on our clock radio went. When the music stops, the game is over.)
RULE #4. She can surrender at any time by using the simple safe word "STOP".
(Even if she utters it by mistake, I win. I intentionally chose a word that she
would have to concentrate on not saying.)
RULE #5. No hard feelings afterward, no matter what.


A very simple game, really, and we both agree that it's fair. She stops the
game, we go skiing. She endures for an hour, she has fun in the sun while I
stew, trying to thing of how to break her the next time.
So anyway, the next year with the rules fairly in place, I was sure I could
win. I'm no John Holmes, but still, a full hour of being brutally butt-fucked
WITHOUT LUBE would surely wear her down. I'd wear a condom to de-sensitizes my
cock so I could fuck for the full hour without cumming. (Haven't used one of
those in years.) This was gonna be great! Anal sex AND a dream vacation. She
came into
 the bedroom wearing a silky teddy, and asked if  I was ready.


I hit the "sleep" button on the clock radio to start the countdown, and just to
be extra cruel, turned the dial from her favorite country music station to the
"all rap-all the time" channel. (She hates black music, and black people in
general. But myself, not being prejudice, had always wanted to fuck to
something with a beat.) Then I ripped off her teddy, threw her on the bed, and
pressed my rubber-encased dick against her anal entrance. "Want me to stop?" I
teased, knowing that she'd rather I entered her snatch.
"Do your worst" she invited. So for the second time in our relationship, I
forced my cock all the way up her ass. It seemed to slide in easily, and
instead of thrashing about and screaming with agony, she yawned YAWNED! "Is it
in yet?" she asked, innocently.
"What? Of course it's in!" I pulled all the way out and felt the hole with a
finger, just to make sure I had the right opening. Then I thrust brutally back
in. "THERE! I bet you felt, it that time."
"Oh yes" she yawned. "You're a brute, you're a caveman. Wake me up when you're
done, OK?" 
I began trusting in and out of her ass, as hard and fast as I could. "Isn't
this hurting you?" I asked.
"You men and your egos. Where do you get off thinking you can hurt us with your
little penises. Sheesh. You're annoying me, if that makes you feel better." I
could feel my cock begin to soften in the rubber. I pulled out, ripped off the
rubber, and maneuvered myself so that my dick was pressing on her lips.
"SUCK, Bitch!" I ordered. She looked down at my semi-hard dick and giggled. "It
looks just like a penis, only smaller." I grabbed her hair. "Open, wide."
"Why wide?" she asked, batting her eyelashes mockingly.
I pulled viscously on her hair, and she opened, faking another yawn.
Nevertheless, I forced inside. My plan was that it would grow in her mouth,
slip into her throat, and gag her into submission. The only problem with my
plan was that my penis apparently didn't get the memo. I'd always gotten hard
in her mouth before, and I realized that the difference this time was that she
wasn't helping. No sucking, no licking, just this psych-me out bull shit. She
had lifted her right hand off the mattress, and cocked her head a little to the
side to look at it. Examining the nails as if trying to decide whether she
needed a manicure. And she knew I was watching her do this. Here I was, trying
to savagely mouth rape her, and she was pretending to be so, so, indifferent!
BITCH!
For the first time, it suddenly occurred to me that she might actually win this
contest of wills. And as soon as I realized she might win, I realized she Would
win. With a sigh of defeat, I pulled my soft little wee-wee out of her mouth.
"I can't believe I survived that, Conan" she said sarcastically. "I mean, I
thought I was gonna suffocate."
"that's enough"
"No, really. I swear I could feel that monster meat way down in my chest"
"knock it off'
"The gagging, the choking, dreading the gallons and gallons of cum I was going
to be forced to swallow."
"i hate you" I moaned. "i don't understand it." Feeling sorry for me, she
cuddled up close.
"Well, I figured you'd try to break me with a butt fuck, so I took the liberty
of preparing myself I went to the store and bought a few cucumbers and a tube
of K-Y jelly, and began stretching out my ass with the smallest cucumber. Then
during my flight yesterday I had one up my ass that was just a little bigger
around than your cock. Kept it there for the whole flight. Last night before we
 went to bed, I took the biggest cucumber and put it up there, and slept with
it in all night. And before I put my teddy on just now, I applied some of the
K-Y jelly.


"You BITCH. YOU DIRTY DOG BITCH! ! ! ! YOU CHEATED!
"Cheated? Is there a rule against preparing ones self? Is there a rule against
being smarter than ones opponent? I think not."
I glanced at the clock radio "Crack that booty, make it sting, Bust it now,
make the booty respect you, fool." sang the rapper. Six minutes to go. I
grabbed my belt and began to whip her hard, "WWWHHHHAAAAACCCCCCCK" on her
buttocks,
"WHHHHHAAAAAACCCKKKK!" on her back,
"WHAAAAAAACCCCCKKKK!"  on her thighs.
WWWWHAAAAACCCCKKKK! WWWWWWWHHHHHHAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKK! WWHHACCKKKK!
Over and over again, as hard and as fast as I could. At first, she held her
breath, bit her lip. Then she began to moan and grunt and scream.
"MERCY" she yelled, deliberately avoiding the STOP word. But I had no mercy.
WWWAAAAACCCCKKK! WWWHHHAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK! WHACK!!!!
"NNN0000000! NO BLOOD!" WHHAACK! "No Bruises..."WHHACKKK! "That
won't..."WWHACCCKKK! "heal in time."  WHHAACCK! She knew we were still playing
the game, she knew she could stop me. She held the key, and yet she refused to
use it, acting like I was the bad guy. But it didn't work, and my rage grew.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
"NO PLEASE????! OH GOD, IT HURTS! DON'T DO THIS TO ME." Her body squirmed, but
she couldn't get away. I was whipping her so hard and so rapidly that the blows
literally drove her body into the mattress, pinning her under the barrage.
I stopped for a moment, "Do you remember the safe word, bitch?" not believing
she would endure this much pain just to get her way.
"Yes" she whispered, turning her head to look at the clock. She smiled weakly,
as the minute number changed, leaving her just 60 seconds from victory.
Desperately, I grabbed her hair in one hand, and grabbed the disposable lighter
off the dresser with the other. Pulling her head back hard, I lifted her torso
off the mattress high enough so that we could both see her large, big nippled
breasts reflected in the headboard mirror. In spite of their size-36 and her
age-34, they only had the slightest sag. And the pink nipples were always hard
and erect. She gasped as the flame came into view. (It was already turned up
all the way. Neither one of us smokes, but she likes to bathe by the light of a
kerosene lamp.)
"I don't want to do this, but I really don't want to go to the beach again this
year. Minor burns don't bleed, and they heal within a week. You can beg all you
want, but any word other than 'STOP' means 'GO' to me right now." With that I
held the flame against her right nipple.
"No NO N000000 YIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" I pulled the lighter away from the roasted
titty.
"SAY IT!"
No response. Probably about 30 seconds left. Our eyes met in the mirror as
first one then many tears overflowed onto her cheeks. She slowly shook her head
and mouthed the word "no". And so I did what I had to do. Her body went limp as
the flame licked at her left nipple. She no longer made a sound, but her mouth
opened and closed slowly as if kissing an invisible lover. Her eyes rolled
upward, and then closed, and just before her consciousness faded away, so did
the music. "Don't cha know that bra is STUFFED, and her stuff is shakin'
like....." She smiled, then she slept. I tossed the lighter aside. (It was
getting hot, burning my thumb.)
  
So I'm sittin' on the beach, dreamin' of the slopes. I really don't enjoy
hurting my wife, j but the game is fair, and you've got to play by the rules.
She does have a stronger will than me, probably from years spent in the
military. (Just prior to Desert Storm, she actually took a class on how to
endure "harsh interrogation" from the enemy without revealing military
secrets.) So to win, I must take myself out of the loop. Next time we play the
game, it will involve strict bondage. I'll use the first two minutes to tie her
securely to the bed and to set up a video camera so I can watch from the living
room, listening for the safe-word. Then I will leave the room and YOU, (that's
right, YOU! There is no rule that says I can't enlist help.) will enter and
make her say "STOP". You must follow the same rules as me. If we win, you're
next vacation is on me. If we lose, Oh, well, at least you got to have your way
with a bitchy woman for almost an hour.
Interested? Then E-mail me and tell me what position you want me to tie her in,
and tell me what you intend to do to win (remember the rules, though). If I get
a few good entries, I consider whether I actually want to go ahead with this,
and if so, I'll pick the best one for the job. (Air fare included, of course.)
BTW: Because she felt sorry for me after her victory, she agreed not to "prep"
her otherwise tight ass prior to our next contest. (Indeed, I read in her diary
that her strategy for next year is to be so tight that I can't get it in at all
without using a bunch of lube.)
--M

Again, just fantasy folks(this was not stressed enough when he originally
posted this story two years ago.  He's STILL getting E-mail taking him up on
the offer.  But if you feel you must E-mail back a scenario I'll read it, and
if I think he'll get a kick out of it, I'll pass it along to him.)


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