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Subject: Take my wife, please!(M/f-nc.oral+anal;humil.tort.b+d)
Date: 24 Mar 1997 08:27:32 GMT
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 59 minutes in hell
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 marrage, 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 embarassment, 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 wispered 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 liquer."
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 assunder 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 beutiful 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 immediatly, and soon announced "I'M COMMING!"  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 courtisy to fake an occasional
orgasm!  But here she was, apperently 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.  "STOP! NOT THERE! TAKE IT OUT! 
ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"  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
gaging 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 wifes 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
comming. (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
teady, 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 teady, 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 manuvered 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 visciously 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 apperently 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, indiferent! BITCH!
	For the first time,it suddenly ocurred 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 choaking, 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 prepairing 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 you're 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 prepairing 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,
"WWWHHHHHAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKK"  on her buttocks,
WWWWWWWHHHHHHHAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK! on her back, on her thighs. 
WWWWWWWAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!
WWWWWWWWAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!
WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!
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, deliberatly avoiding the STOP word.  But I had no
mercy.  WWWWAAAAACCCCKKK! "NNNOOOOOOO!  NO BLOOD!"  WHHAACK!  "No
Bruises..." WWHHACKKK!  "That won't..."  WWWHACCCKKK! "heal in time."
WWHHAACCK!  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
sguirmed, but she couldn't get away.  I was whipping her so hard and so
rapidly that the blows literally drove her body into the matress, 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.  Desparatly, 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 matress 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 alway hard and erect.  She gasped as the flame
came into view. (It was already turned up all the way. Neither one of us
smoked, but she liked to bathe by the light of a kerosine lamp.)
	"I don't want to to 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 NOOOOOO  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 conciousness 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, 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 interogation" from the enemy without
reveiling 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 stratigy for next year is to be so tight that
I can't get it in at all without using a bunch of lube.)