<HTML><FONT SIZE=3 PTSIZE=10>Subject: At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 2 (MF,NC,rape)<BR> From: "Jane Smith" <jusstme33@hotmail.com><BR> Date: 1/29/99 2:44 PM West Asia Standard Time<BR> Message-id: <19438eli$9901290444@qz.little-neck.ny.us><BR> <BR> At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 2<BR> <BR> I lay awake all night, trying to think what to do. I couldn't help <BR> remembering the last time my brother-in-law had raped me. I'd tried <BR> hard to forget it had ever happened but it had been difficult. Now he <BR> was threatening to do it again. I had to find some way to stop him.<BR> <BR> The alarm went off at six and my husband rolled out of bed and went to <BR> the bathroom. By the time he returned I had come up with a plan. He <BR> was quietly getting dressed when I startled him by saying<BR> <BR> 'John, could I come with you this morning?'<BR> <BR> 'I'm sorry, baby, did I wake you up?' he asked, 'I was trying to be as <BR> quiet asI could.'<BR> <BR> 'No, I was already awake.'<BR> <BR> 'Oh, OK. Now what's this about coming with me? You couldn't come to <BR> the meeting. What would you do for half an hour? Just sit in the car?'<BR> <BR> 'Yes, or go for a walk or something. I just thought it would be nice to <BR> have some time together with just the two of us.'<BR> <BR> 'It does sound like a nice idea. If you're sure you want to I'd love <BR> it. You'd best get a move on though, I have to leave in ten minutes.'<BR> <BR> By the time John dropped me back at the house I was feeling very pleased <BR> with myself. I had had a lovely time with my husband and I had foiled <BR> any plans of Ian's to rape me. Hopefully he would get the message that <BR> I wouldn't co-operate with his perverted scheme.<BR> <BR> The two men returned home together and I could tell at once that Ian was <BR> furious with me. The first chance he got to speak to me alone he <BR> grabbed my hair and pulled my face close to his.<BR> <BR> 'You are going to regret avoiding me this morning. You are going to <BR> regret it very much.'<BR> <BR> 'I'm not scared of you, you bastard.' I told him.<BR> <BR> 'Well that shows what a stupid bitch you are, doesn't it.' he snarled, <BR> and he cruelly twisted my nipples before pushing me away. I tried to <BR> tell myself he was just threatening me because he was annoyed but I soon <BR> found out he meant every word.<BR> <BR> About three days later I was just finishing dusting the sitting room <BR> when I heard the front door open and close. It was about the time the <BR> men usually returned home from work so I headed to the hall to welcome <BR> my husband. The next moment my brother-in-law came through the sitting <BR> room door and grabbed my arms and bent me over the back of the sofa.<BR> <BR> 'What the hell are you doing?' I cried, trying to struggle free. <BR> 'Where's John?'<BR> <BR> 'He's had to go into the city for a meeting. It's just you and me, <BR> babe.' Ian told me.<BR> <BR> I tried to struggle even harder but it was impossible. He shifted me so <BR> that my feet were no longer on the ground. All my weight was on my <BR> stomach which had the sofa back digging into it, making it hard to <BR> breath. He fumbled open my bra and pulled it and my top over my head <BR> and tangled them around my arms. The he pushed my skirt up around my <BR> waist and ripped my knickers off. I tried to kick him but he just <BR> forced hi way between my thighs so I couldn't get the right angle. He <BR> then smacked me hard on my exposed bottom. I cried out with the pain, <BR> which made him laugh and smack me several more times. When he stopped <BR> my bottom was stinging and I was gulping back tears. He reached forward <BR> and grabbed my hair, twisting my head so he could look into my face.<BR> <BR> 'That's your punishment for avoiding me. Don't do it again. Now guess <BR> what's going to happen.' For a moment I had a wild hope that he was <BR> going to let me go. He must have been able to tell because he gave a <BR> loud laugh.<BR> <BR> 'I'm going to fuck your brains out bitch.' he snarled. He let go of my <BR> hair and grabbed my legs, pushing them apart. He used his thumbs to <BR> spread my pussy lips wide, then he drove his cock into me in one brutal <BR> movement. I was completely unprepared and it felt like he was ripping <BR> me apart. I screamed and tried desperately to get away but it was <BR> impossible. He pulled back and slammed ruthlessly back into me, <BR> chuckling when I screamed again. He reached forward and found my <BR> breasts and began squeezing and pinching them in time to his relentless <BR> thrusts. I could hear myself crying and begging him to stop but all I <BR> was conscious of was the feel of his cock stretching my cunt as he <BR> pounded away. Then to my horror I began to feel tendrils of pleasure, <BR> beginning from my breasts and rapidly spreading to my cunt. Some part <BR> of me was enjoying being used like this. I tried to fight it but it <BR> just seemed to intensify the feelings that were a strange mixture of <BR> pain and pleasure. I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed <BR> when he came.<BR> <BR> I lay across the sofa back, exhausted and ashamed. I could still feel <BR> small twitches through my muscles and knew that I had almost come. I <BR> felt Ian pull out of me then heard him walking round the sofa. He <BR> grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, thrusting his cock in my face.<BR> <BR> 'Clean me up.' he ordered.<BR> <BR> 'What?' I exclaimed, unable to believe he meant it. His cock was still <BR> semi-hard and covered with cum. My hands were still twisted up my back <BR> and entangled in my clothes and my feet were off the ground so I was <BR> helpless to move.<BR> <BR> 'Lick my cock clean, bitch. You'd better hurry or some of it's going to <BR> drip on your sofa. Won't that make a nice stain?' To my horror he was <BR> right. I had no choice but to comply with his orders. I had <BR> occasionally given my husband a blow-job but it wasn't something I <BR> particularly enjoyed. Reluctantly I began to lick at Ian's cock, <BR> cleaning the juices off. The taste was just as bad as I remembered but <BR> it soon became obvious that Ian was enjoying it very much. His cock <BR> gradually became hard again and soon he was holding my head still and <BR> thrusting it into my mouth. He pushed harder and further until it felt <BR> as if I was going to choke. I moaned and tried to pull away but he was <BR> holding me too tightly. My moans drew his attention though and he <BR> stopped.<BR> <BR> 'I was getting a bit carried away there wasn't I?' he asked. 'I'm glad <BR> you stopped me. After all we're not finished yet.' Before I had chance <BR> to comprehend what he was saying he had walked back round the sofa and <BR> pulled me to my feet. My legs were weak and trembling and I staggered <BR> and had to hold onto him to steady myself. He took advantage of my <BR> momentary dizziness to completely remove the rest of my clothes and drag <BR> me into the hall. He pushed me up against the closed kitchen door and <BR> took his own clothes off.<BR> <BR> 'Just to make sure you understand the situation, I'll explain a few <BR> things for you. I'm still horny and I want to fuck again. However <BR> since I've just come it's going to take longer this time for me to get <BR> off. Your husband is going to be coming through that door in just over <BR> half an hour. I'm not stopping until I've come. So unless you want the <BR> first thing your husband to see when he walks through the door is his <BR> beloved wife and brother fucking like rabbits I suggest you do <BR> everything you can to bring me to orgasm.' To my horror I realised he <BR> was serious. I tried to think of someway out of my predicament but I <BR> was trapped. <BR> <BR> 'Please don't.' I whispered, 'please.'<BR> <BR> 'Begging isn't going to change my mind but it my turn me off, you don't <BR> want that after you did such a good job of sucking me off do you. Come <BR> on, let's get fucking. After all time's ticking away.'<BR> <BR> Reluctantly I co-operated as he lifted me up against the door and slid <BR> his cock inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to his <BR> shoulders as he supported me by holding my bottom. To my shame it felt <BR> wonderful. My cunt was still slick with his cum so he slid in easily. <BR> This time the stretching felt wonderful, like I was being completely <BR> filled. With my back braced against the door we began to move together. <BR> I could feel the pleasure start up again inside me and struggled to hide <BR> it. My clit was pressed against his skin and every movement rubbed <BR> against it with occasionally a stray hair adding an extra sensation. I <BR> closed my eyes and tried not to moan with pleasure.<BR> <BR> 'Give me a tit.' he ordered me. Flushing with humiliation I used a <BR> hand to push my breast close to his mouth. He smirked at me, enjoying <BR> my embarrassment, before attacking my nipples with his mouth. He wasn't <BR> gentle but he was through, tugging it deep into his mouth before using <BR> his tongue and teeth on it. It was all I needed to send me over the <BR> edge. My hips moved faster and my nails dug into his back as I <BR> orgasmed. My cunt clenched around his fat cock and I could hear myself <BR> gasping and shouting out loud. Gradually the spasms slowed and I opened <BR> my eyes to see Ian smirking knowingly at me. He was still hard and he <BR> kept thrusting away. He removed a hand from my bottom so I had to cling <BR> even closer to him and began to massage my clit. <BR> <BR> 'You are such an easy lay.' he said, make me flush with shame. 'Give me <BR> that other tit, lets see how quickly you'll come again.' Even as I <BR> compiled I could feel my insides tightening again. It felt like only <BR> moments before I was coming, shouting as he thrust in time with my <BR> spasms. My orgasm lasted even longer this time and still he hadn't <BR> come. <BR> <BR> This time when I had finished he pulled out of me and went to sit on the <BR> stairs. He beckoned me over and made me straddle him. He pushed on my <BR> hips until I lowered them enough to impale my cunt on his fat cock. We <BR> were right next to the window and anyone coming down the path would have <BR> a clear view of us. At the back of my mind I knew time was running out <BR> before my husband came home. My whole body seemed concentrated on the <BR> waves of pleasure that were centred on my pussy. I didn't need much <BR> encouragement to begin to ride him, sliding his cock in and out of my <BR> eager cunt. He had easy access to my breasts and I encouraged him with <BR> little moans and gasps, as he played with them, thrusting them deeper <BR> into his mouth. The rougher he was the more I seemed to enjoy it and I <BR> came twice more before eventually he grabbed my hips and came himself, <BR> thrusting savagely into me.<BR> <BR> I lay against him as the sweat cooled on our bodies and the full shame <BR> of my behaviour hit me. I scrambled up, collected my clothes and ran <BR> upstairs to the bathroom. I was scrubbing furiously at my body when Ian <BR> strolled in. He was naked still with his clothes draped over his arm.<BR> <BR> 'Well bitch, I told you I'd teach you a lesson. The next time John goes <BR> to work early I expect to find you laying in that bed with your legs <BR> wide open ready to be fucked.' He turned and walked away leaving me <BR> ashamed and desperate thinking how to escapre from this situation.<BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> -- <BR> +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+<BR> | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |<BR> | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |<BR> <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html><BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> </HTML>