<HTML><FONT SIZE=3 PTSIZE=10>Subject: At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 4 (MF, NC, Rape)<BR> From: "Jane Smith" <jusstme33@hotmail.com><BR> Date: 2/17/99 2:46 PM West Asia Standard Time<BR> Message-id: <20008eli$9902170445@qz.little-neck.ny.us><BR> <BR> <BR> At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 4<BR> <BR> I didn't know how to look John in the face when he returned that <BR> evening. When he suggested we get an early night all I could see was <BR> the smirk on Ian's face. My face still felt sore from when Ian had <BR> slapped me and I was so tired. It was difficult to raise any enthusiasm <BR> for more sex. John made love to me slowly and gently. He stroked his <BR> hands along my body, each touch a gentle caress reminding me how much I <BR> loved him. Afterwards he held me close and told me how much he loved me <BR> and I knew I was so lucky to have him. For his sake I could endure his <BR> brother's abuse for four weeks. <BR> <BR> Nether-the-less I was dreading the next time my husband had to go to an <BR> early morning meeting. It didn't happen for a few days and the tension <BR> of waiting got to me. I was irritable and spent long hours down the gym <BR> trying to work my tensions away. Eventually John told me one evening <BR> that he had an early morning meeting the next day. I saw the self <BR> satisfied grin on Ian's face and wished wholeheartedly I could slap it <BR> away.<BR> <BR> I lay in bed pretending to be asleep as John got dressed and left. I <BR> waited until I heard the car start up and pull away before reluctantly <BR> going into Ian's bedroom. He seemed to be asleep but there was no real <BR> way to tell. Following his instructions I crept into bed besides him. <BR> I knelt across his shoulders and felt around under the covers until I <BR> located his cock. It was soft and wrinkled. I sucked it into my mouth <BR> but it was difficult to keep it in because it was so floppy. <BR> Fortunately it started to get hard. I concentrated on sucking it, <BR> sliding it in and out of my mouth as it hardened. I heard Ian give a <BR> small grunt, then his hands were on my bottom and I knew he was <BR> definitely awake. <BR> <BR> It was hard to breathe under the covers and I had to keep swallowing <BR> hard so I didn't dribble onto him. He was pushing my hips, urging me to <BR> move faster. He was thrusting upwards with his hips, driving his cock <BR> so far into my mouth I started to gag. His hands were between my <BR> thighs, his thumb rubbing my clit and a finger stabbing at my cunt. I <BR> could feel myself starting to get wet and respond to him. I didn't want <BR> that. I went to work faster on his cock. I sucked as hard as I could <BR> and ran my tongue around the head. Pre-cum was oozing out of it and it <BR> tasted horrible but I kept going. I was hoping that if I made him come <BR> soon enough he wouldn't have time to get me aroused. My breasts were <BR> grazing against his stomach each time I lurched forward and the friction <BR> against my sensitive nipples was exquisite torture. My legs were <BR> starting to tremble and I was finding it harder to resist when I felt <BR> his body tense. I knew he was about to come and tried to pull back but <BR> he put one hand on my head and the other on my back and held me down <BR> while he thrust his cock deep into my mouth. I felt it jerk as he came <BR> and my mouth was flooded with his cum. It was thick and tasted even <BR> worse than the pre-cum. I struggled to get away but he held me there <BR> until he finished coming. As soon as he released me I sat up, <BR> spluttering and trying to spit out the cum I hadn't swallowed. It had <BR> overflowed all over my chin and neck leaving a sticky trail. <BR> <BR> For some reason Ian seemed annoyed instead of pleased that I had obeyed <BR> him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me close while he shouted at me.<BR> <BR> 'What the hell do you think you're doing, bitch? You swallow all my <BR> spunk and say thank you. I don't ever want to see you spit it out <BR> again. Do you understand? Go get something to clean up the mess you've <BR> made. You've got it all over me and the sheet.'<BR> <BR> I hurried into the bathroom and returned with tissues and a cloth. He <BR> glared at me while I mopped up as much as I could from the sheet and <BR> wiped his body clean. When I disposed of the tissue down the toilet I <BR> took the opportunity to clean myself up and brush my teeth to try to get <BR> rid of the lingering taste. I didn't realise Ian had entered the <BR> bathroom before he grabbed my shoulder and span me round to face him.<BR> <BR> 'You don't learn do you, you stupid cow. I didn't say you could clean <BR> yourself up. And I told you that you have to be grateful when I fill <BR> your mouth with spunk, not try to get rid of it. I'm going to have to <BR> teach you a lesson.'<BR> <BR> He grabbed hold of me and dragged me back to the bed. He sat down and <BR> pulled me face down across his knees. He forced one hand between my <BR> legs. His fingers found my clit and began tweaking it while his thumb <BR> easily slid into my cunt, which was still wet from his earlier <BR> attentions. Then he began smacking me. Each time his hand landed on my <BR> bottom he thrust his thumb deep inside me. The wave of pain from my <BR> bruised skin was strangely echoed by the wave of pleasure coming from my <BR> pussy. I moaned and squirmed not knowing which hand was causing the <BR> strongest sensation. My breasts were pressed against the bedcover and <BR> as I squirmed my nipples hardened, adding to the sensations colliding in <BR> my body. The blows on my bottom were hard and stinging and I knew my <BR> skin must be red. I didn't know if I was trying to pull away from the <BR> smacks or if I was trying to push down on the thumb. Inevitably an <BR> orgasm hit me and I screamed as it shuddered through my body. <BR> <BR> Ian pushed me off his knee as I collapsed limp and exhausted. I was <BR> half knelt on the floor, half-lying on the bed. He crouched behind me <BR> and positioned his cock against my pussy lips. Then he plunged into me, <BR> his balls slapping against my clit. He kneaded my sore bottom as he <BR> pounded his cock into my cunt and I could hear myself whimpering. I had <BR> forgotten just how fat his cock was and how it stretched my cunt. He <BR> shoved his hands under me and found my breasts. The way he kneaded them <BR> as they were squashed against the bed was painful so I raised myself up <BR> on my elbows. He gave a grunt of satisfaction and went to work on my <BR> breasts. He pulled and pinched my nipples roughly but perversely by <BR> body enjoyed it. Another orgasm hit me and I bit hard on my lip to keep <BR> from yelling out loud. Still he hammered his cock into my cunt. I <BR> could hear my pussy juices squelching as he rammed in and out and feel <BR> them trickling between my swollen lips and clit. Another orgasm took me <BR> and still he kept going. At last I felt him stiffen and jerk inside me. <BR> It was enough to trigger another orgasm for me and our gasps and moans <BR> mingled together as our juices mingled in my cunt.<BR> <BR> He pulled off me and gave me a final slap on my reddened bottom. He <BR> pulled on a dressing gown and went downstairs. I could hear him <BR> watching TV while he ate his breakfast. I crept into the bathroom on <BR> trembling legs, cursing my body's betrayal. I went back to my own bed <BR> and curled up on top of the bed, hating the quivers I could still feel <BR> inside me.<BR> <BR> Ian came upstairs and found me there. <BR> <BR> 'Come on, I want you to wash me,' he ordered. Reluctantly I followed <BR> him into the bathroom and stepped into the bath with him. He turned the <BR> shower on and pulled me under the spray. 'Get your tits all soapy and <BR> rub it onto me,' he ordered. Obediently I worked up some lather and <BR> worked it into my breasts. Then I began rubbing his body. My skin was <BR> still sensitised and the combination of the slick soap and his rough <BR> body hair drove me crazy. I moaned and pressed myself close against <BR> him. He guided me around his upper body, clearly enjoying himself. I <BR> used the soap to renew the lather then he pushed me to my knees. I ran <BR> his legs up and down my cleavage with his co-operation. His foot was <BR> between my thighs and I realised I was grinding my pussy against it. <BR> Ashamed I straightened up. I began to stand again but Ian made me sit <BR> on the side of the bath. He placed his cock between my breasts, <BR> squeezed them around it and began thrusting.<BR> <BR> 'Lick the head,' he groaned as he pumped. Each time the fat purple head <BR> popped out from between my breasts I swiped my tongue across it. The <BR> flow of water from the shower and the soap from my skin combined to <BR> combat the taste of the pre-cum. His thumbs were rubbing across my <BR> nipples as he regularly squeezed my breasts in time with each thrust of <BR> his hips. I found myself thinking that I would have to try this with <BR> John and immediately felt ashamed. I wasn't supposed to enjoy Ian's <BR> treatment of me. <BR> <BR> Before I had a chance to sort out my confused thoughts Ian jerked me to <BR> me feet. He looped my knee over his arm and pushed me up against the <BR> wall. His cock slid into my eager cunt and I braced my free foot <BR> against the bath rim as he settled into a steady rhythm. With my legs <BR> wide spread my clit was fully exposed to the friction of his skin. His <BR> mouth was on my nipples, the heat of it in contrast to the cool water <BR> pattering down on us from the shower. An orgasm crashed through me and <BR> I lost control, bucking wildly against him and yelling out loud, my <BR> nails digging into his shoulders. As soon as one orgasm died another <BR> started and I writhed helplessly against him as his thrusting cock <BR> caused one after another to twist my body until eventually he came and <BR> at last stopped. I slid down and sat on the bottom of the bath as he <BR> finished his shower, lacking the strength to move. By the time he got <BR> out and started towelling himself my breathing had slowed to it's <BR> regular rhythm.<BR> <BR> 'Well you're starting to get the hang of being my sex slave,' he said <BR> smugly.<BR> <BR> . 'I'm keeping my end of the bargain,' I reminded him. 'I want to see <BR> some evidence that you're keeping your end.'<BR> <BR> 'OK, I'll phone some agents today. Are you sure you want me to go? <BR> Who's going to teach you how to fuck if I'm not around, hmm? Who's <BR> going to make you scream when you come for the twentieth time?'<BR> <BR> 'John and I don't fuck, we make love. And you can make me come as many <BR> times as you like but you'll never know what making love is like. All <BR> you know is fucking. I feel sorry for you.'<BR> <BR> He glared at me. 'You're a fucking bitch. I don't give a fuck about <BR> 'making love'. Just make sure you spread your legs whenever I tell <BR> you.' I was pleased I'd annoyed him.<BR> <BR> 'Yes master,' I drawled sarcastically, and laughed as he stamped out of <BR> the bathroom. I might have agreed to let him fuck me but no one said I <BR> had to be nice to him. 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