<HTML><FONT SIZE=3 PTSIZE=10>Subject: At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 3 (MF,NC,rape)<BR> From: "Jane Smith" <jusstme33@hotmail.com><BR> Date: 1/31/99 2:26 PM West Asia Standard Time<BR> Message-id: <19495eli$9901310426@qz.little-neck.ny.us><BR> <BR> At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 3<BR> <BR> After my last humiliating encounter with my brother-in-law I'd tried to <BR> avoid him. I felt violated and ashamed, especially about the way I had <BR> responded to him. My husband noticed I wasn't myself but I fobbed off <BR> with the excuse that I had a touch of 'flu. Then, just to complicate <BR> matters, my husband made love to me one night and for the first time <BR> brought me to orgasm. Our love-making was nothing like Ian's assaults <BR> on my body and my orgasm was on a fraction of the ones I had experienced <BR> with Ian. Nethertheless it was special because it was with my husband. <BR> He was so pleased and proud that he had at last managed to give me an <BR> orgasm but a little voice at the back of my mind wondered if Ian's rape <BR> had contributed something to this. <BR> <BR> I knew if John ever found out about Ian raping me that would be the <BR> conclusion he would draw and it was one more reason why I could never <BR> tell him about Ian's attacks. Neither was there any possible way I <BR> could go to the police without John finding out. I wasn't physically <BR> strong enough to fight Ian off. I began working out every day at the <BR> gym to try and build muscle but Ian was taller and heavier than I and it <BR> was unlikely I'd ever be able to win against him. I casually suggested <BR> to my husband that I should start taking self defence lessons of some <BR> kind. He wasn't opposed to the idea until we went to look at some of <BR> the clubs. They all seemed to be in rough areas and more geared towards <BR> teaching people to injure each other rather than defend yourself. Then <BR> Ian heard what we were looking into and offered to teach me the basics <BR> at home. He claimed to have taken classes in several different martial <BR> arts for several years so that was the end of that idea. I was still <BR> trying to think of a way out of my situation when Ian attacked again.<BR> <BR> I hadn't realised that John had another of his early morning meetings <BR> until I heard the front door closing and realised he wasn't besides me <BR> in bed. I was still half asleep and it hadn't sunk in before the <BR> bedroom door crashed open and Ian hit the light switch. Dazzled by the <BR> sudden light I was to busy shielding my eyes to fully comprehend the <BR> situation by which time Ian had tossed the covers aside and had my <BR> t-shirt pushed over my head. He attacked my breasts like he was <BR> starving and they were the first food he had seen in days. I began <BR> struggling and thumping him but he easily brushed my blows away and <BR> continued. Already my body was responding, my nipples hardening and my <BR> insides tightening.<BR> <BR> Desperately I brought my knee up with all my strength. It caught him in <BR> the stomach and he momentarily rolled off me, gasping for breath. I <BR> somehow scrambled out of the bed and half ran half fell down the stairs. <BR> I heard Ian's roar of anger and could hear his feet thudding down the <BR> stairs behind me. I fled into the kitchen and grabbed my biggest knife <BR> from the block on the side. I whirled round and as Ian came towards me <BR> jabbed it at him. He stopped and quickly stepped back out of reach. <BR> For a moment things were at an impasse. I held onto the counter-top <BR> while I tried to get my breath back, the knife gripped tight in my hand. <BR> I could see him thinking but I was totally unprepared for what he did <BR> next. He took a step forward until the knife tip was resting against <BR> his chest and grinned at me.<BR> <BR> 'If you want to use that knife, go ahead. However you're going to have <BR> to seriously injure me to stop me fucking you. In fact you'll probably <BR> have to kill me. How are you going to explain that away. And even if <BR> you just cut me you'll still have to explain to John why. If he asks me <BR> you know I'll tell him the truth, or at least my version of it. Is that <BR> really what you want?' I started at him like a memorised rabbit. If he <BR> had attacked me I would probably defended myself with the knife in the <BR> heat of the moment. But he had calmed the situation down and made me <BR> look at the consequences.<BR> <BR> 'Come on decide.' he demanded and moved my hand so the knife was <BR> resting against his throat. 'Either kill me or put the knife down and <BR> come upstairs.' Feeling more trapped than ever I slowly put the knife <BR> down on the counter and let him lead me back to the bedroom. There <BR> seemed little point in resisting him when he pushed me down on the bed <BR> and dived between my legs. He used his mouth on my clit and cunt but <BR> somehow my whole body felt numb with despair. It felt as if he was <BR> doing it to someone else and I was just watching. He didn't seem to <BR> notice and soon he positioned me on my hands and knees and began fucking <BR> me from behind. He had barely started when the sound of the front door <BR> being unlocked jerked me back to an awareness of my surroundings. For <BR> some reason John had returned. I couldn't let him walk in and find me <BR> being fucked by his brother. I quickly pulled away from Ian and hurried <BR> into the hall. John must have heard my footsteps and he put his head <BR> round the corner of the stairs and looked up at me. I leant over the <BR> banister, striving to appear normal.<BR> <BR> 'Morning darling,' John whispered, 'I didn't mean to wake you. Can you <BR> believe it, I forgot my briefcase.'<BR> <BR> 'Won't you be too late for your meeting now?' I whispered back. Out of <BR> the corner of my eye I saw Ian quietly walking towards me. I tried to <BR> concentrate on John's explanation of how he had phoned to explain and <BR> the meeting was still on. Ian had reached the hall and sunk to his <BR> knees besides me. He put his hands on my thighs and began forcing them <BR> apart. I tried to stop him but I was more concerned with John not <BR> noticing something was wrong. I gave some reply to John's explanation <BR> but most of my attention was on Ian. He had succeeded in opening my <BR> legs and was now using his tongue to torment my cunt while his fingers <BR> played with my clit. I tried to concentrate on what John was saying but <BR> it was so difficult. I wanted to squirm and moan and the pleasure being <BR> generated by Ian's assault on my pussy fizzed through me. Then to my <BR> alarm I realised that John was coming up the stairs to kiss me goodbye. <BR> I leaned further over the banisters to kiss him so he wouldn't come to <BR> the top and see what his brother was doing, even though this gave Ian <BR> even more access to my pussy. John smiled as my breasts swung towards <BR> him and he caressed them gently as he kissed my mouth. It was too much <BR> and I couldn't help giving a moan. John was surprised and pleased by my <BR> response and gave each nipple a gentle kiss. I moaned again as my <BR> nipples hardened and Ian intensified his actions on my pussy. John <BR> nuzzled my breasts some more, whispering the intimate things husbands <BR> and wives say when they're making love, before kissing me again. I <BR> kissed him back desperately, aware that I was close to the edge of <BR> orgasm.<BR> <BR> 'I wish I could stay and play,' John whispered reluctantly, 'but I'm <BR> already late and I have to go. We'll go to bed early tonight and fool <BR> around, OK. Now you'd better hurry back to bed before we wake Ian up. <BR> Think how embarrassed you would be if he came out here and caught you <BR> with no clothes on.' He gave me one last kiss and caress of my breasts, <BR> unaware that his brother had two fingers pounding in and out of my cunt <BR> while he sucked on my clit. I didn't know if I was glad or sorry to see <BR> John go. The moment the door closed behind John Ian stood up and pushed <BR> his cock into my dripping cunt. I braced myself against the banister <BR> and met every thrust. I dimly heard our car start up as the first wave <BR> of orgasm hit me. Ian came too and collapsed against me. <BR> <BR> I could feel him laughing against me but I was beyond caring. Even <BR> though I had just come it wasn't enough. When Ian pushed me to my knees <BR> and shoved his cock in my face I didn't hesitate. I went to work <BR> licking and sucking, needing it hard again. I didn't make even token <BR> resistance when Ian led me back to the bed and pulled me on top of him. <BR> I rode him like a wild animal, grinding my clit against him and impaling <BR> my cunt repeatedly on his cock as orgasm after orgasm hit me. At last <BR> the orgasms grew shorter and I collapsed on the bed, hardly aware of <BR> whether Ian had come again or not.<BR> <BR> 'Well you're starting to get the hang of this fucking business, aren't <BR> you.' Ian said, sounding very smug. 'Are we going to have an end of <BR> this fighting me off now?'<BR> <BR> 'What do you mean?' I asked wearily.<BR> <BR> 'Well I'm getting tired of having to fight you before I fuck you. I <BR> want you to do what I say from now on without arguments or resistance. <BR> If you don't I'll tell John exactly what happened today. I'll tell him <BR> that while he was kissing his beloved wife I had my tongue up her cunt <BR> and five minutes later we fucking each other senseless.'<BR> <BR> 'I've had enough of you and your threats.' I said, dredging up some <BR> defiance from somewhere. 'Go ahead and tell him what you want. I'll <BR> tell him you're making the whole thing up because you're jealous of our <BR> happiness after the mess you made of your relationship. I think he'll <BR> believe me.' Ian slapped me hard across the face, knocking me across <BR> the bed. He grabbed my hair, pulling me close to his face.<BR> <BR> 'Listen you little bitch, he'll believe me. I could hear every word he <BR> said to you, include all his little pet names for your tits and your <BR> cunt. How are you going to explain that away?' He had trapped me again <BR> with his logic. Still I was trying to think of a way out.<BR> <BR> 'You want me to let you rape me without fighting you?' I asked slowly <BR> while thinking as fast as I could.<BR> <BR> 'Is it still rape when you enjoy it so much like the slut you are?' he <BR> asked, sneering at me.<BR> <BR> 'If I don't want you to do it then it's rape.' I snapped back. 'What <BR> do I get out of this deal?'<BR> <BR> 'Apart from me not spilling the beans to John and about five or six <BR> orgasms every time we fuck? What else do you want?'<BR> <BR> 'I'll co-operate on the condition that you move out within a month.' I <BR> told him. Once he was no longer living here I knew it would be easy <BR> enough to make sure I was never alone with him again. It was the only <BR> way out of the situation I could see.<BR> <BR> <BR> 'I think I can live with that. You be my sex slave and I'll be out by <BR> the end of the month. Deal.'<BR> <BR> 'Deal' I agreed.<BR> <BR> 'OK. From now on when John goes to work early I expect you to crawl <BR> into my bed and wake me up by sucking my cock. The first thing I want <BR> to see when I open my eyes is your pussy. Got it? No more arguing and <BR> fighting, you just do what I say from now on. Now come suck me clean, <BR> I'm going to be late.' Hoping desperately that I had done the best <BR> thing possible I obeyed.<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>