From: huh?@what.edu

   Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   Subject: Room Service and the Rape Hotel

   Date: Tue, 22 Oct 1996 10:39:16 GMT

   Room Service at the Rape Hotel

   It happened a long time ago, circa 1979-81.  During the unrestrained
1970s, I spent my weekends driving around England hurting and fucking
women. They were usually married and their husbands were almost always
present, if not actually taking an active part.  You see, I advertised in
contact magazines that I would chastise and humiliate errant wives.  I
never charged for this service, but I probably could have.  Hurting women
gave me great enjoyment.

   There seemed to be plenty who fantasized about being abused by a
stranger as long as their husband was nearby to insure that they did not
come to any real harm.  It may be because I regularly indulged in such
encounters, I possibly somehow cast a air of authority over women I had not
yet met.  Or it could be just a coincidence that I was chosen, but one
night when I was staying at a hotel near Sheffield, I had the most exciting
experience, not least because it was unplanned and completely unrelated to
my advertisements.

   I had checked into the hotel on my own, wanting only a good night's
sleep to prepare me for a long drive to the West Country the following day.
I was on my own, reading a paper and having a quiet drink around eight in
the evening before my planned early night, when I suddenly noticed two
people at a table some distance away.  An attractive dark-haired woman
wearing a blue dress was sitting with her legs crossed, having a drink with
a man.  The woman, her blue dress, and her crossed legs all looked very
nice, but not in any way special.  Being a man, I wanted to take a long
hard look at her just because she was in my sights.  I was staring when she
looked up and our eyes met, but instead of looking away or pretending to be
concentrating on something behind her, I did nothing.  She turned to tell
her companion about me, but still I kept looking.

   When he finally got up and headed my way, it seemed that an ugly
incident was about to occur, yet I did not seem able to turn my head away.
Whatever might have been on my mind, I was surprised to discover what was
on his.

   He asked if he could join me and I leaned back in my chair, folded my
paper, and extended my hand toward the adjoining chair.  As near as I can
remember, once he was seated, the conversation went something like this:

   'You seem to find my wife interesting.' He spoke with a discernible
uncertainty in his voice, and I knew that I had nothing to fear from him.

   'She's a good looking woman, easily the best thing on view right now.'
Use of the word *thing* was deliberate.  He made no reference to it.

   'You find her attractive, then?' Spoken as a question.

   'I find most women attractive to look at.  Its only when you get closer
to them that you find out what they're made of.' I was starting to sense
that I might soon be on familiar ground.  'Some of them have ideas
inappropriate to their station.  We all need to know what our rightful
place is, don't we?' He licked his lips nervously, like a man who wanted to
say something that he was not comfortable saying.  My words seemed to have
pushed him up to the point of broaching the subject at the heart of the
matter, and he was not finding it to be easy.  His wife was now staring at
us, as if waiting for the signal that he had accomplished his mission.

   'You might actually be able to resolve something for Helen.  That's my
wife, Helen.  I'm Tony, by the way' He was approaching what he wanted to
say with obvious difficulty, so I decided to help him out by introducing
myself to him.  I was thinking that he was one of those men who wanted to
watch his wife having sex with another man, but it would have to be more
than just sex if it was going to interest me.  When he finally managed to
blurt out what he'd come to say, I suddenly became very interested.

   'Helen has always wondered what it would be like to be raped.  We have
talked a lot about it and she wants to experience it.  We were thinking
because of the way you looked at her that you might be interested.  I'd
have to be near you, but I wouldn't interfere in any way.  Would you do
it?'

   I had to admit that I was intrigued.  He did only propose to watch, but
to rape her in his presence was much closer to the sort of things I
normally did, only this was spontaneous and not connected to my contact
advertisements.  Rape was not an idea I was happy with, however.  All the
women I usually abused were not enduring anything they did not want to
experience, but then neither would this one.  She wanted to be raped.  She
sent her husband to request my services.  I

   decided that I would only get involved on my terms, not theirs.

   'If that's what she wants, get her over here to ask me herself.  I would
not want any misunderstanding on something like this.' I told him. 
Instantly his arm was in the air signalling her to come and join us.  She
stood up slowly and picked up her drink to bring with her.  As she
approached my table, I got a good look at her for the first time.  She was
older that I had first thought, around 40.  Her dress was highlighted her
assets without being outrageous in any way.  Solid bright blue in colour,
close fitting rather than tight, square neckline showing only a hint of
cleavage, with the hemline above the knee, but not short enough to be
called a mini.  Her high heels matched the blue of her dress as did her
earrings.  She looked attractive and respectable.  Her face was round and
smiling, but I was confident I could quickly wipe that smile off it.

   Tony introduced us and had little else to say after that.  I was blunt
and very sharp with her.  We would do it my way or not at all.

   'So, you want to know what its like to be raped, do you?  Well, forget
it.  I can go through the motions, but you can't be raped with your
consent.' Neither one of them attempted to speak, so I continued.  'Rape is
not actually about sex, its about power.  The power of a man to do
something to you that you are powerless to stop, no matter how much you
hate it.  I can do that to you, but it has to be me in complete control. 
It doesn't matter what you want or how much it hurts when you're being
raped.  You get whatever the rapist wants to give you.  Don't agree to this
if you have any doubts, because you will not be able to stop it once it
starts.  I'll take you any way I want, and it will hurt, I promise you. 
Are you sure you are up to it?' Tony leaned towards her

   as if to offer his advice, but she spoke directly to me without taking
notice of him.  She knew what she wanted and I liked that.

   'I know the definition of rape, thank you.  You guarantee that there is
no permanent damage and that Tony stays with us, that's all I ask.  You can
do anything you want to me until midnight.' She stared right into my face
as she spoke, but I did the same to her.  We understood each other, and I
was going to give her a night she would never forget.  They had no reason
to suspect that I

   was what might be called a professional at this sort of thing.

   'Go and wait in your room.  Tony and I will be joining you soon.  Keep
your clothes on unless you're wearing tights ((or pantyhose in America))
Get rid of them, but nothing else, understand?  Now, go.' Without further
ado, she got up and went.  As soon as she was gone, I turned to Tony.

   'You just follow my lead and agree with whatever I say.  I'm going to
rape your wife and you're going to help me.  I got an idea I'd like to try
out on your Helen.  Let's go.'

   Tony and I approached her room together.  Room 204 it was, I remember
that as if it were yesterday.  He knocked, she asked who it was, and he
replied 'Room Service' as I had instructed.  When she opened the door, I
pushed my way inside without asking.  Tony followed me in locked the door
behind him.  I did all the talking, pretending that she had never seen
either of us before.

   'Listen carefully.  I'm Cal and this ((indicating Tony)) is my pal Al.'
She laughed at my little rhyme and I slapped her face.  'Shut up, bitch. 
We'll tell you when you can laugh.  We are going to take you, and all you
have to do is exactly what you are told to do the instant you're told to do
it.  You will find the punishment for hesitation or disobedience to be
extremely severe, so don't do anything silly.  Nod your head, but don't
speak unless you're asked a direct question.  Do what you're told and you
won't get hurt.  Well, you will get hurt, but not as much.  Understand?'
She nodded silently and was rewarded by having me grab her left breast and
pull her over to the bed.  I sat down on it and motioned for Tony to sit
next to me.  Helen stood facing us.

   'Pull your dress up.  Quickly.  Higher, up to your waist.' With her
hands at her sides, she took hold of her dress and did as she was told,
leaving Tony and I sitting there looking directly at the slight bulge in
her panties caused by her pubic hair.  I brought my hand up the inside of
her leg until I reached that point.  Immediately, I put my fingers inside
her undergarment and pushed two of them into her vagina without hesitation.
She jumped slightly and made a groaning sound just as I entered her body,
but did not allow her dress to fall.  In the absence of any kind of
stockings or suspender belt, I assumed that she'd been wearing tights and
had disposed of them as instructed.  I pushed my fingers as far up inside
her as I could, as if I was trying to lift her off the ground by this
unique method.  This took place just inches away from her husband's face.

   Having poked around inside her as hard as I could, I then ordered her
husband to do the same thing while I sat back and watched.  It was
essential that his identity was established as my sidekick Al and not Tony,
her husband.  I stood up and went behind her, placing my arms around her
waist and moving up to her breasts.  Once there I rubbed them briefly
before squeezing them hard.  Tony was still fingering her below while I set
about hurting her upper assets.  Her

   response to my actions was too restrained, almost as if she was enjoying
it.  I moved one hand inside her dress through the neckline and dug my
fingers inside her bra to begin clawing at her left tit.  It was very soft
and small enough to fit in my hand easily.  I squeezed and twisted at the
same time and she let out a yelp to indicate her pain, which encouraged me
to do it harder.  He looked up from his work below the belt to show some
concern about his wife's distress.  I

   brought my other hand down on her ass as hard as I could without
releasing her breast from my grip.  She yelped again, but he wisely
remained quiet.  Finally I moved us along to the next step.

   'Okay Al, come up here.  This bitch is about ready.' He stood up and I
spun her around to face me.  'Get your fucking clothes off and be quick
about it.' She fumbled for the zip at the back of her dress but both her
hands were shaking, so she opted to pull it up over her head.  Her
underwear was white and offered no pretensions of sexiness, which made it
better for my

   purposes.  Many women feel more humiliation being viewed in their
private underwear than they

   do being admired in the nude.

   'Hold it right there' I commanded.

   'Come on Al, lets give her a good grope.  You'd like that, wouldn't you.
Four strong hands

   moving all over your body.' She did not speak and I began feeling her
up. He followed my lead, but without enthusiasm.  As I travelled around her
body, I'd hurt her tits and smack her ass.  I rubbed her front, then tried
putting three fingers inside her through her cotton briefs, pretended
annoyance at not being able to do that and slapped her between the legs
several times, closing my hand a little each time so that it changed from a
flat palm to a fist.  Tony was busy rubbing her ass and missed it all.  She
tried to be brave and stay silent, but I continued hitting her with
increasing force until she yelled and doubled up.

   'Shut up and get it all off.' She was nothing if not obedient.  Totally
naked a minute later, I surprised them both by ordering her to kneel on the
arm chair facing the wall.  She rested her hands and chin on the top of the
chair's back and I instructed my assistant to spread her cheeks so we could
inspect her points of entry.  I poked around both holes and encouraged him
to talk about as many things as he could think of to do to her.  I
speculated about how long ago

   she had last experienced anal sex and how relatively soon it would be
before it next happened.  Her husband picked up on that theme very quickly
and I assumed this was something that interested him.

   I told her that she was about to be fucked by both of us in either hole,
quite possibly at the same time.  When we were ready to come, we would both
do so in her mouth, but she was not allowed to spit it out or to swallow it
until given permission to do so.  She would later be whipped between the
legs with leather belts ((from our trousers)) and whenever either of us
wanted to take a piss, I would order her to get on her knees, lean her head
back, and open her mouth.  I kindly allowed her to swallow all piss without
having to get permission.  This was her moment of truth.  Just as her
husband was about to protest about these latest instructions, she spoke the
two words that mattered: 'Yes, master.'

   Helen agreed to everything because I had found what she really wanted.
It was not rape, but domination that she craved.  Her husband was clearly
not the man for the job, and her rape fantasy was her compromise to avoid
hurting his ego.  Rape had to be by another man and it almost necessarily
would give her some of what she wanted.  Fate had clearly worked overtime
to bring us together.  Helen and I were perfect for each other, but this
one evening was our only

   encounter.

   .....  and this is how it happened .....

   The following is the detailed account of what happened to that Yorkshire
hotel room with Helen, Tony, and myself.  I have relived it in my mind many
times over the years.  It is the one day I would most like to live over
again.  Not to do it differently, just to do it all again one more time. 
Alas, that is not possible.

   Anyway, you asked for it, so here it comes.  I hope you enjoy reading
about it half as much as I enjoyed living it.  There are quite a few other
encounters I could write up from my days as a traveling domineer.  Those
were great days, but I must stress that I have retired from such activities
so there will not be any new encounters, but I am quite happy to enter into


   discussions and answer any questions on the subject if you would care to
do so.

   Please let me know what you think of it as a story and as an event. 
Good or bad, I am never offended by constructive criticism.  At the very
least, please zap me a line to let me know that you received it.  Thanks.

   FLASH@xxxb.demon.co.uk

   What a strange world this is.  Around 9.00 PM on the night in question,
I found myself in a Yorkshire hotel room with two people I had only known
for about an hour.  Helen was kneeling stark naked on a chair while her
husband Tony was pretending to be my apprentice rapist

   named Al.  Helen has been completely submissive and shown an admirable
ability to endure pain in relative silence.  In other circumstances I would
have quite liked her to scream a bit and beg for the mercy which would not
be forthcoming, but it would serve nobody's interest to alarm hotel staff
or other guests.  I told her that she would be gagged if she made too much
noise, but she had so far not given me any grounds for doing so.  Not yet.
The evening was young and I had great plans for her.

   I went around to the back of the chair and unzipped my fly, which
permitted 'you know what' to spring out directly in front of her face.  She
opened her mouth in anticipation of the next command but I did not want to
become predictable, so I told her to shut her mouth until

   ordered to do otherwise.  I ordered her husband to "fuck her hard" and I
began to slap my semi-erect cock back and forth across her face.  Her old
man was getting into it at the other end, but this was too simple for my
tastes.

   "Not like that Al, she's probably enjoying that.  Jam it hard up her
asshole." (( A joining of assholes, I mused )) He stopped his rhythmic
little dance and shifted his position slightly so that he could more
comfortably penetrate the second orifice.  He tried his best, but he failed
to break through.

   "I can't get in.  Its too tight.  Maybe if it was lubricated a little, I
could do it." Even Helen could not fully suppress her laugh at his latest
dilemma.

   "Just do it." I said impatiently.  "Its like pushing a car up a hill. 
If it don't go, push harder." She was probably thinking at this point that
it was not going to happen due to his inability to get in.  She may have
even relaxed a little, but whatever the cause was, Tony suddenly burst
through and she let out an almighty yell.

   "Now you can start licking it, bitch." I felt that it would be better to
call her by some derogatory nickname rather than use her own name.  This
was not exactly what you would call a social occasion.

   Helen began licking my cock by extending her tongue outside her mouth. I
positioned myself so that she would have to do it like that.  In that way,
she had to go after it rather than just enduring something that was being
done to her.  (( Attention to detail is very important.)) My

   assistant was pounding away and starting to look a bit overexcited.  It
was too early to come.

   "Oi, Al.  Slow down.  Get back in the other hole." Helen stopped licking
for a few seconds to look up at me as he withdrew, even though he
immediately entered her vagina to continue his rush to climax.  I was not
sure if she was trying express her thanks or her disappointment at the
cessation of her anal violation, but it made no difference as her relief
was destined to be short lived.  Her old man was happily humping her and
using up strength he was going to need later on, so I had to intervene.

   "Come around this side Al," I ordered.  "Quickly."

   He looked up with ill-disguised annoyance at having to pull out at that
point, but he did what I asked him to.  When he joined me with his erection
poking through his fly, I explained to him the technique I wanted him to
employ.

   "I want you to rub your cock all around her face, up one side and down
the other.  Drag it slowly across her lips each time you get to the bottom.
When it starts to soften, use it to slap her in the face with.  Relax a
bit. You don't want to come just yet."

   He evidently thought that this was a good game to play.  It was the sort
of thing he could never have brought himself to even suggest normally, but
now he could do it because he was just merely obeying orders.  I then went
around behind her to pursue much more urgent matters.  My erection was
holding up well, as it should do when you remember that this was my show
and they were both doing what I wanted them to do.

   Once in place, I forsook the vaginal delights that were on offer and
went instead for her anal aperture, unceremoniously shoving my cock
straight in at great speed.  Helen let out a long grunt and dug her fingers
into the chair back, pulling herself slightly forward as if she was
attempting to crawl out of her own skin to get away from this painful
intrusion.  Without further ado, I withdrew completely and then immediately
reentered to duplicate the pain she had just felt.  She reacted in much the
same way the second time, so I repeated the exercise and, after five or six
more rapid re-entries, she adjusted to what was happening.  As the grunting
and clawing abated, Tony seemed to have forgotten what he was doing and was
watching me with his mouth half open.

   "Your trouble was that you were trying to have sex with her," I
explained.  "I'm just clearing a path for future use.  Remember, she exists
for our pleasure.  It doesn't matter how much it hurts her." As I spoke, my
eye fell onto something sitting on the top of the small dressing table near
her head.  "Give me that thing."

   It was a Braun battery powered portable hair curler.  This item is about
15 inches long, half of which is a smooth white handle which contains the
batteries.  The other half was black with little knobbly bits all around
it. The handle looked a bit like a dildo, but it was the curler end that
intrigued me.  Obediently, Tony had taken his cock away from her face and
fetched to item I had

   requested.  Helen had turned her head to look back at me as if to ask
what I was going to do with the thing.  Deep down in her mind, she already
knew.

   Examining the device closely had caused me to lose my erection for the
moment, but thinking about its possible applications soon brought it back.
I began to move it slowly around the crack in her bottom, making sure that
each nodule would be clearly felt as it progressed from her backside to her
frontside along the length of her vaginal opening.  Once there, I moved it

   rapidly back and forth while pressing harder against her skin.  She made
a moaning noise which could possibly be interpreted as an expression of
either pleasure or pain.  Not wanting to give her any pleasure at that
time, I ordered her to stand up.

   "Maybe we ought to take a break now." Tony suggested nervously.

   Helen turned and said in a reassuring voice only just above a whisper,
"Its all right, dear." I was really starting to like her.

   I rubbed the curler roughly over her breasts and was somewhat surprised
that she appeared to suffer greater distress from that than anything else
she had experienced so far.  I brought it down and pushed it between her
legs, roughing up her delicate parts without making any attempt to push it
inside her.  In truth, I was not sure if it was safe to do so, and was
about to leave it as an

   unenforced threat when an idea struck me.

   "Sit down in the chair, please." She sat.  "Now put your left leg over
the arm." She complied, but I was not quite satisfied with the view. 
"Okay, put your right leg over that arm." This left her sitting in a chair
naked with her legs sprawled wide apart in front of two men who were both
fully clothed except for being unzipped.  I handed her the hair curler.

   "Put it in." I said.  The instruction was abundantly clear.  I felt it
would be much safer for her to do it herself, but I couldn't resist the
threat.  "Unless you'd rather have me do it." I made a gesture intended to
indicate inserting it all the way up at great speed.  She got the message.

   Tony and I stood and watched as she inserted the spiky device into her
vagina, moving it further in slowly and carefully.  None of the bits that
protruded from it were sharp or jagged, but it was hardened plastic and had
no give in it.  When she had got it in about five inches, I wanted to grab
the handle and wiggle it around but I was still afraid of damaging her. 
Instead, I thought of a new direction for this game.

   It was a lovely sight to behold.  A nice middle-aged woman sitting nude
and spread-eagled with a hair curler stuck into her vagina.  Why is it that
you never have a camera when those special moments arrive?  Still, maybe I
could still share the moment.  I was standing directly

   between her and the door.  Who can tell who might be walking down a
hotel corridor at any given moment?

   I opened the door and looked up and down.  There was nobody about, but
they didn't know that.  Leaving the door wide open, I stepped into the
corridor and said to nobody "Come here and have a look at this slut."
Turning to her, I simply said "You, stay." It was a nice clear

   instruction of the type you might give to a dog.

   Tony jumped up and rushed toward me.  I held the door so that he could
not close it, and he eventually realized that there was nobody in the
corridor.  His wife had instinctively tried to get up when I first opened
it, but that isn't such an easy thing to do with your legs straddled over
opposite arms of a chair.  Having failed to get up quickly and then been
ordered to stay there,

   she sank back into her seat.

   Discipline is terribly important in this sort of event, and I pride
myself on attention to detail.  While Helen did remain in the same
position, she hung her head down as if she was trying to avoid eye contact
with those strangers out in the hall who might view her humiliation.

   This could not be tolerated.  I crossed the room in three strides and
pulled her head back by the hair.

   "Look at the doorway.  I want you to see everyone who sees you.  Maybe
we'll invite a few of them in for a closer look.  Yeah, we can have a
party. You can make lots of new friends that way." I still had a handful of
her hair.

   "Please, ....please close the door." She was close to tears.  "I'll do
anything."

   I leaned forward to speak into her face.  "You'll do anything anyway." I
motioned to Tony to let the door close.  Privately I was pleased that we
got through that stage without anyone coming along to see what we were up
to, but I was not going to tell them that.

   While I was holding her hair and deciding what next to do, I grabbed a
breast with my free hand and began squeezing it and pinching the nipple. 
She obviously had never done any topless sunbathing as her tits were both
extremely white and very soft.  The nipples were pink and

   did not appear to have any matching base, standing out like the lone
cherry atop the white icing of a bakewell tart.  Once again I observed that
her tolerance for pain in this area was almost non-existent.  Considering
how well she had coped with other things, this was quite surprising. 
Instead of telling her to stand, I let go of her hair and pulled upward on
the breast I was holding.

   As she stood up, the hair curler slipped out and she instinctively put
her legs together to stop it falling.  It took it and held it up to her
face, allowing her a close look at what had been inside her.  "Any sign of
disobedience from you and you'll get this back where it hurts the most." I
let her imagination decide where that would be.  "Now, get on that bed and
spread them wide.

   I want to be able to see what you had for breakfast, bitch." Sometimes
it was difficult to keep a straight face, but I managed.  I put the hair
curler down on the dressing table, but it instantly began to roll and fell
off onto the floor where I left it.

   Helen lay on the bed with her legs as far apart as she could get them. I
observed some stretch marks on her and I pondered what her children would
think if they could see her now.  Alas, there was insufficient time to
explore such matters, so I began to undress and told Tony to do the same.
It was getting late and there was a lot I wanted to do before we finished.

   Tony appeared on the other side of the bed wearing only his socks, a
hardon, and a foolish grin.  He seemed to think that it was straight sex
time, but life is never that simple when I'm around.  I ordered Helen to
turn onto her left side so that she was facing me and told him to

   hold her right ankle up as high as he could.  I picked up my recently
discarded trousers and pulled the belt out of its loops.  For some reason,
she suddenly looked slightly apprehensive.  I folded the belt in half so
that I held the buckle and the other end in my left hand (( I always

   whip left-handed )) and I gave her a friendly smile.

   "If I were to tell you that this was going to hurt me more that it will
hurt you....." I said in a very soft voice, still smiling, "I'd be lying
through my teeth." With that, I began whipping her firmly in the crotch. 
My aim was to land each stroke on the clitoris but my rate of accuracy was
only around fifty percent.  Helen made just the right sound with each
stroke, a sort of muffled

   gasp to acknowledge she felt some pain without being loud enough to
attract attention.  I could not help admire her resilience, making it even
stranger that her breasts seemed to be so sensitive.  From all of my
experiences with submissive women over the years, I usually found the
opposite to be the case.  Nevertheless, being able to adopt to the person
you are with is extremely important.

   Her apparent ability to withstand pain in this area spurred me on to hit
her harder, as if I needed to break her spirit and leave her sobbing in a
corner to make sure she knew who was boss.  Unfortunately, Tony's arm was
getting tired holding her leg up, and I didn't want to wear out my whipping
arm as I had plans to use it on someone else in Monmouthshire the following
day.  So, I stopped the whipping and immediately pushed my other hand along
the area I had been hitting, only to be pleasantly surprised at how moist
she was after such an ordeal.  I knew that I could do fantastic things with
this woman if I had more time, but time was at a premium.

   Dropping the belt, I climbed onto the bed and fumbled around with her
until we got to the position that I was on my back and she was above me.  I
was well hard after everything that taken place, and she guided me easily
into a very moist and welcoming pussy.  She began to

   move slowly up and down and I would be lying if I denied being tempted
to lay back and enjoy it, but I still had an agenda to get through.

   "Okay Al, climb on." I couldn't just leave my assistant on the sidelines
pulling his own weight.  "Get up here and give it to her in the ass.  She
wants us both, don't you bitch?"

   Helen showed disbelief more than anything else in her facial expression
when I ordered her husband into action.  I was not certain if she had ever
experienced anal sex before that night, but I was absolutely sure she had
never had it when she had somebody else inside her other port of entry.  My
own preference would normally have been to be the one poking into her back
passage, but I wanted to be in a position to study her face.  Her
compliance had so far been outstanding, and I was prepared to take her
further if her reactions indicated that she was up to it.

   When her anus was entered, she let out the loudest yell of the night. 
At the same time, her muscles tightened and she dug her nails into my
shoulders, in the same way she had grasped the chair back earlier that
night, and she again appeared to be trying to climb out of her body to get
away from the pain.

   Of course, she was going nowhere.  Her husband's modest thrusts were
giving her great discomfort, but she still attempted to grind down on me in
those moments of lesser distress.  Her face showed constant pain and her
mouth never fully closed.  She was back to exercising her

   self-control, preventing herself from making any audible protest about
her pain.  I reached up and pulled her head down towards my face.  I kissed
her on the lips, still holding the back of her head.  As I moved my tongue
into a position to force its way into her mouth, I suddenly lost the
initiative.  Before I knew what happened, her tongue was in my mouth,
wrapping itself around mine.

   Despite having two men insider her, Helen took the lead in engaging in a
passionate kiss that I rate to this day as the greatest kiss I have ever
experienced.  My trouble was that I had a strict set of rules that I
imposed upon myself when dealing with married couples.  Basically, I vowed
never to do anything to incite or encourage interference in their
relationship, but this woman stirred feelings in me which I did not seek.
There was something about her that made me want to tell her to forget Tony
and come away with me.  As an alternative to such an conventional
proposition, I thought of asking her to come and be my slave.  I could
promise to keep her in

   chains and give her a thorough beating every day.

   In the event, I proposed neither option.  There was a indescribable
something in her demeanour which led me to believe that she might accept
either proposition, and I had just enough conscience to be unwilling to
risk that.  As a result, I finished up wanting her but being unable to have
her.  An interesting perspective since I was having sex with her at the
time.

   It could not be the way I wanted it to be, and that made me want to hurt
her even more.  It was not so much anger I felt, more like a desire to push
her to a point that was unacceptable to her.  If this happened, she would
dislike me enough that I wouldn't need to keep kicking myself about letting
her get away.

   I decided to push her to her limits.  Then I could be sure that her
answer would be a refusal.  But, from the way she was kissing me, I feared
that this might be virtually impossible.  Still, I had to try.

   I broke away from her kiss just in time to hear from Tony's breathing
that he was about to come in her ass.  I was sick of trying to regulate his
activities to stop him from coming and then going limp for the rest of the
night.  I had formed the opinion that the motive for his participation in
this evening's entertainment was solely to give him an excuse to ram his
cock up Helen's ass.  I

   had to try to get us back on track, so I pushed her off me so that she
fell onto her back beside me.  Tony lost his grip and had to grab hold of
the headboard to keep from falling on the floor, which effectively
cancelled any possibility of him coming too soon.

   I sat up in the bed quickly, anxious to break free of the confusion that
was clouding my thoughts.  I looked down at Helen who was lying naked on
her back, her right leg straight and the other one bent at the knee so that
her left foot was under the right knee.  This position left a beautifully
open view of her most intimate parts.

   I was looking at a woman who was a few years older than me, a woman who
had a nice ordinary body complete with a few moles, stretch marks, and a
small appendix scar.  Nothing special to look at, but there was something
about the way she looked at me.  I formed the

   impression that she wanted to see me looking at her in her thoroughly
exposed state.  It was humiliation that she wanted to feel more than
anything else.  She was naked, exposed, and completely at the mercy of two
men.  She was loving it, and so was I, but I still knew what

   had to be done.

   For a short while nobody spoke.  Her husband was now watching us both
closely.  Rather than use his brain to employ speech, he diverted all his
energies to attempting to reactive his erection single handedly.  I knew
that he would ultimately be successful, but I wanted to make best

   use of the time available before that happened.

   "Get up, bitch." I commanded impatiently.  "Go and fetch that hair thing
and bring it to me.  Hurry up." I saw from the corner of my eye that Tony
was picking up speed in his quest for sexual fulfillment and I doubted that
he would be denied his reward much longer.

   "Don't forget to come in her mouth when you're ready.  Make sure she
takes it all." I thought I had better remind him of the ground rules.

   Helen had returned to me, proudly holding her hair curler for my
approval.  I took it from her and gently kissed her lips, diverting her
attention while I turned it around so that when I suddenly shoved it inside
her, it was actually the smooth handle that violated her.  She naturally
assumed that I had jammed the knobbly bit into her and therefore she
imagined a degree of pain that was

   not there, letting out a yelp of pain louder than any she had made
previously.

   I laughed and withdrew it slowly, allowing her to see which end I was
holding, but while she was watching, I turned it again and began to put the
rough end into her, albeit with much more care this time.  She held her
breath as it entered her and was pushed steadily into her waiting pussy. 
She had done it earlier, so I knew it would fit.  Her eyes rolled but she
made no sound and

   gave no clear indication of how uncomfortable it might be for her.  When
I was satisfied that it was in far enough to stay in, I ordered her to lie
down on the floor, which she instantly did.  Without being told, she opened
her legs as wide as she could without touching the wall or

   some furniture.

   I stepped inside the 'V' of her legs and pulled my leg back as if I was
about to kick her or even worse, to kick the implement inside her further
in.  She took a sharp intake of breath, but she didn't move.  I really
liked this woman, but she would never know that.  I was going to try to
make her believe that I hated her.  It was necessary to complete the
programme.  So, instead of

   kicking her, I tenderly put my big toe into her anal opening, catching
the base of the hair curler on the front of my ankle for a moment, pushing
it just slightly deeper than it was.  She made a moaning noise which could
have indicated pleasure or pain.  It didn't matter to me.

   Just then, Tony had worked himself into a frenzy and he rushed over and
knelt down over her head.  I presumed that he was shooting his load into
her mouth.

   "Don't forget, Helen.  You must not swallow until I tell you to." This
was the beginning of the end.

   I kept my big toe in her ass until Tony had finished filling her mouth
with his sperm.  The small appliance was slipping out of her vagina but
that no longer mattered very much.  Tony stood up as soon as he had
completed his task.

   "All right then, Helen," I tried to emulate the soft tone of a school
teacher addressing a pupil.  "Open your mouth and show us what you've got
in there." For any other woman, this should be quite humiliating, but this
woman did not humiliate easily.  She opened her mouth, stuck out her
tongue, licked her lips, and generally appeared to be enjoying it.  I found
this sufficiently stimulating to add my own contribution in the same way
her husband had.  I also rubbed my cock all around her face while I was at
it, but she actually appeared to be trying to get her tongue on it as if to
make certain she had not missed a drop.  She was good.

   To my way of thinking, she had won.  She had beaten me fair and square.
I had subjected her to everything I could think of that was not potentially
dangerous and she had taken it all with great composure.  I would even say
dignity.  What a woman.  There was only one thing left to

   do, and I had never done this to any woman without prior discussion and
agreement.  I looked at her lying on the floor with semen escaping out of
the corner of her mouth.  To me, she looked absolutely beautiful like that.


   "Okay bitch, get up onto your knees.  Head back and mouth open. 
Quickly, I gotta go." Without a word of protest, Helen got herself into the
desired position.

   "Wait, I'm not sure about this," protested Tony.

   "I am." I replied.  "You can go when I've finished."

   I had moved into position.  My cock was only about two inches from her
open mouth when the stream began to flow.  "You can swallow now." I kindly
allowed.

   Tony stood watching helplessly as I pissed in his wife's mouth.  His
protest had been instantly discarded when she failed to support it.  Three
audible gulps confirmed that she had washed down two loads of sperm with a
long drink of urine.  Toward the end, the stream weakened and failed to
reach her open mouth.  dropping first onto her chin and them splashing onto
her chest.

   I did not mind as she had swallowed most of it, and there were no
complaints from her.

   When I indicated that it was Tony's turn to piss in her mouth, he
claimed that he did not need to go.  That was up to him.  I had done
everything I could to break her spirit, but she emerged victorious.  I was
in love.

   I had actually drawn a deep breath in, as you do when preparing to speak
at length.  I was going to ask her to come away with me.  It all made
perfect sense.  There was no way she would refuse me.  Tony had gone to her
and asked if she was all right and apologized for allowing her to go
through this, all in one breath.

   "Of course, darling," she replied, placing a hand softly on his cheek.
"I'm fine.  This was just what we agreed we wanted." I'd swear I heard her
giggle after she said that, but I was already gathering up my clothes and
getting dressed by then.

   After everything I had done to her, if I had asked her to come away with
me, I was the one who would have been humiliated that night.

   I opened the door and was on my way out when Helen came after me, trying
to wrap a towel around her still naked body.  Some splashes of yellow fluid
remained visible on her upper body.

   "Wait.  I want to thank you.  It was everything I hoped it would be,"
she said.

   'What a woman' I thought to myself.  'Too bad.'

   "It wasn't rape, you know.  Nothing like it.  You weren't terrorized or
in fear for your life.  Don't you think for one minute that you know what
it feels like.  This was just a bit of fun, that's all." It needed to be
said and I was anxious to trivialize the whole event as if to imply that it
was merely the first lesson.

   "I know.  But it was quite an experience.  We've talked about doing this
for years.  I never thought we actually would, and I can't say I enjoyed
every minute, but I'm glad it happened.  Maybe we'll run into you again
sometime," she said with a voice that was filled with promise of future
delights.  "You never know, do you?"

   "Yeah." I said curtly.  "Whatever."

   I stepped out into the corridor and pulled the door closed behind me.

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