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Story title : How Much Do You Love Your Wife - Part 2 

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How Much Do You Love Your Wife - Part 2 
Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)

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Husband steps in front of a dick to save his wife.

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Um I guess you could figure this out without reading part
1, but I don't recommend it.


I don't know if I can explain how much pain I was in at that 
moment. Physically, shit it was almost unbearable. A large 
cock was buried to the hilt in my ass. My rapist was stronger 
than I, and did not really care how much he hurt me. I was 
cracked and bleeding. My whimpers and shivers and tears 
seemed to excite him, to make him want to fuck me even 
harder. My bowels were on fire, every move, every thrust he 
made, sent fresh waves of pain through me. He had just cum 
deep inside me a second time, and for a moment I thought he 
might somehow stay hard for a third round. He had the right 
to do that if he wanted. 

Our deal was that I had to completely satisfy each of the 
four assholes that had kidnapped my wife and me. If I could 
do it, with a smile on my face, then I won, WE won, and the 
woman I loved would be spared. If I failed to please them all 
sexually, if I resisted in any way they would force me to 
watch Susan being raped by them. She would become their fuck-
slut for a week, and would be shared with their filthy biker 
friends. In a weird way that actually helped. I KNEW that my 
wife would not have been able to survive the vicious rape I 
had just been through, never mind being their property for a 
week! Despite my slight build and appearance, we both know 
that I am tougher mentally, physically and emotionally. 

Oh make no mistake, after the first rape my brain was 
shrieking, I felt my sanity slipping away but a small portion 
of me clung to the hope that it would soon be over. I knew 
what I had to do, and I was determined to save us both. The 
hardest part of this ordeal had been that my rapist placed me 
on top of my wife, he made her hold me while he fucked my 
ass. I had to look her in the eye as I lost my anal 
virginity. She saw me break, saw my fear, and heard the 
slutty, disgusting things I had to say to save us. I wanted 
to believe she still loved me, still respected me but deep 
down--how could she? How could I be a man in her eyes. I was 
wearing her bra, panties and lipstick. I was forced to talk 
in a feminine voice, and pretend that I loved my rapist. How 
could I expect Susan to respect me when I could no longer 
respect myself.

The leader's dick finally shriveled up (I hope it falls off) 
and he withdrew from my ass with a slimy, wet plop.

"Sweetheart, you were incredible. It's been along time since 
a slut has pleasured me that well. Come here baby and give 
daddy a goodbye kiss. Mmmm you taste so good, so fucking 
good....Ok, you win, I'm satisfied. Mad-dog, it's your turn. 
Tear this slut up brother, enjoy yourself" Mad-dog was a 
small dirty looking thug. He had the eyes of a killer--no 
worse than that. He had the eyes of someone who ENJOYED 
killing. He scared the shit out of me. When the leader raped 
me, pain was incidental to him. He did not care if he hurt me 
or not, so long as he received pleasure. Somehow I knew it 
would be different with Mad-dog. 

Pain was not incidental for him. It was the whole fucking 
point, it was required. He got right to work making that 
clear. 

"I don't like faggots. If it was up to me we would be fucking 
your wife right now. I'd have her pretty face wrapped around 
my dick. I'd be fucking that wet little mouth. It is your 
fault that I'm not able to rape her. This was your idea. Fine 
bitch, but you are going to pay. Remember if you fuck up, I 
get your wife too. I hope to god you fuck up.

What do you say to that you fagified piece of chicken shit?!" 

I wanted to wipe that nasty little smirk off his face, I 
wanted to punch him hard and see his eyes glaze over with 
pain, hear his nose make a wet crunching sound. I wanted that 
but instead I said, "Please tell me how I can please you 
master" in a little girl's falsetto. "Let me make it easy for 
you, I ain't no faggot lover. I ain't going to kiss you, 
that's fer mother fuckn' sure. I don't take sloppy seconds 
either, so yor cute little ass is safe too. So I guess the 
only thing you are good for is swallowing my cock," he said 
as he pulled down his pants and pointed to his uncircumcised 
6-incher. 

It wasn't a huge cock (although it was pretty thick). The 
problem was it looked so nasty, almost diseased. It seemed to 
have a life of it's own as it twitched and bucked as I drew 
near. It smelled--bad. I could not make myself believe that I 
had to take this man's penis into my mouth. For a second I 
thought I would lose it and puke on Mad-dog's cock. A sick 
part of me almost laughed as I got a visual of his dick 
covered in thick smelly chunks. Heh, heh. I guess I must have 
snickered a little bit out loud. In retrospect, that was a 
mistake. 

"You think this is a game bitch, you think I'm playing with 
you mother fucker? Don't (Smack) you ever (punch) laugh at me 
you piece of shit."

I was dazed from the hard punches to my stomach and the 
stinging slaps to my face. I could taste the salty tang of 
blood in my mouth and was gasping for air at his feet when he 
rammed his cock down my throat.

"Choke on it slut, swallow my cock little girl. Mmm, thas it, 
thas nice. Now lick it, play with it," he demanded as I 
knelt, submissively sucking his dirty prick. 

It as kind of a strange sensation. I had never been on the 
other end before. It was kind of scary. Every few strokes he 
would get excited and enter my throat. It burned and made me 
choke. I kept thinking I would pass out. Then he would pull 
out a little. My mouth was making this wet gurgly sounds as I 
licked and sucked and slurped on my 2nd rapist's dick. Don't 
take this the wrong way but if you are ever given the choice 
between sucking a 6 inch dick or having an 8-incher crammed 
up your ass (twice), uh go with 6, every time. Gross, nasty, 
unpleasant--you bet your ass it was. But compared to a 
vicious anal rape it was a breeze. In fact...well it was kind 
of cool. I mean this bad-ass biker thought he could break me. 
I'm sitting there in a bra and panties sucking his cock for 
all I'm worth, and it barely phased me. He thought he was so 
bad, so scary. He thought he was humiliating me, I could not 
help but smirk a little, to let my utter contempt reach the 
front of my eyes as I gazed up at him. 

That was mistake # 2. 

"You filthy bitch, you like it, you like this?! Fine, lay 
down, lay down on your back and open your mouth," he said as 
he straddled my face. My head was flat on the floor and he 
began to deep drill my throat. This time he did not pull out 
quickly. I could not get enough air and my legs were bucking 
wildly. He grabbed me by my ears and squeezed my head tight 
as he slowly power fucked my throat. It was not funny 
anymore.

"Please let him go, he is choking. You are killing him. I'll 
do anything I love him, let him go!!" Susan shrieked and 
pleaded and begged. Mad-dog got an evil look on his face and 
pulled out just enough so I could breathe.

"How about it John. You know I want to fuck her. Have you had 
enough yet sissy boy? I want you to give her to me. I want 
her to hear you tell me it's ok to fuck your hot, sexy, wife. 
Say it bitch! Say it right now! " He screamed as he smacked 
my face over and over with his cock. For the third time that 
night I really thought I might die. So be it. If I died, I 
was determined that Susan know I loved her, and would never 
betray her. Maybe that would be enough to see her through. 
"Master your cock tastes good, please let me suck it some 
more", I said in a sultry, sexy vice. Mad-dog let out a low 
groan of frustration mixed with raw animal lust as he began 
slamming me hard again. 

"Fine, you bitch. Take it, take it, take it all. You suck 
that cock, just lick it baby. Mmm, you like that, you want 
this? I'm gonna fuck you all night. Never gonna stop, ugh, 
ugh, oh shit, oh mother fucking shitTTT!" 

Then he did something strange. He pulled out of my throat and 
cupped his hands in front of his dick. Mad-dog shot load 
after ropey load of fresh cum into his right hand. His dick 
was jerking and pulsing as he came. He was still straddling 
my face and his sweaty balls rested on my chin, when he 
rubbed his handful of cum all over my mouth, nose and eyes, 
saying, "Lick it up whore, lick all my sweet cream up."

Slowly I stuck my tongue out and tasted his salty, sticky 
spunk. I lost it then, it was so degrading, I felt the first 
tear burn its way down my cheek, mixing and merging with his 
cum. I could not breathe. I curled up in a ball at his feet 
and thanked god it was over.

"Oh we ain't done yet sissy boy. You just keep sucking me, 
I'll be hard soon and you can have another drink," He said as 
he roughly pulled me to my knees. It took me a few seconds 
but as my wife looked on in mute horror, I finally started 
licking and kissing the head of his cock. Mad-dog was semi 
erect when I swallowed him again. Clearly he was enjoying 
himself. I played with his hairy balls as I sucked his meat 
hard. Precum was leaking out of him and he was sweating 
profusely. It soon became apparent that he was having trouble 
getting it up again. Oh he tried, and obviously succeeded, 
partially. But it seems ol Mad-dog only loaded one bullet in 
his gun that night. 

I decided to rub it in. 

"More baby, I need more of your thick cock. Fuck me Mad-dog, 
fuck my slutty mouth good. Now Mad-dog, pleeeze I whined and 
begged in-between long, slow sucks. 

His friends were snickering, softly chuckling at his expense. 
Finally he had said, "you silly faggot, I have had enough of 
you," in a cold tone before kicking me in the stomach and 
walking over to my wife. Mad-dog made her stand up and began 
kissing her long and hard. His mostly soft dick was pressed 
against her stomach. Both hands were on her naked ass, and he 
started humping himself against her. Susan was struggling as 
best she could. If Mad-dog could have gotten a full erection 
I have no doubt he would have fucked my wife right then. But 
as the seconds went by he became completely soft and 
shriveled. He was done. He let go of my wife without a word 
and lit a cigarette. The Leader waited a second to make sure 
he was done. Then he nodded to Beth and said "Next". 

Beth walked over to me, and looked up in my eyes. She really 
was a cute thing. Small petite, pretty. If it wasn't for the 
cruel set to her mouth she would seem almost innocent. Beth 
had a lost little girl look to her that even under these 
circumstances was a little appealing to me. Plus she did have 
to LOOK UP to me. She was so different from my large Amazon 
beauty. Don't get me wrong Susan is a gorgeous, sexy, 
voluptuous woman. But she is almost 6ft tall compared to my 
5ft 9in (and she likes to wear heels) I am in good shape but 
so is she. All I'm saying is on some level, as much as I love 
her I know she doesn't really need my protection very often. 
A part of me always wondered if I could save her when it 
counted. Before Susan I had always dated dainty little, 
fragile pixie women. If you were over 5ft 5inches 95 lbs, you 
did not stand a chance. Then I met my Susan, fell in love and 
that changed forever. Until Beth. She was a problem, she was 
my type.

She laid a hand on my shoulder and kissed me softly, 
demurely. "You are so brave, so strong. I wish I had a man 
like you. I have always wanted a man to love me and treat me 
right. Don't worry, this s going to be easy, it is going to 
be so good. I want you to make love to me. As a man. No more 
of this sissy shit. Go into the bathroom wash this makeup off 
and put your own clothes on. You can wash up. Then come out 
here teach me how to make love to a real man. 

I have to be honest, it was kind of a relief. I mean after 
getting raped, being forced to suck cock, to kiss another 
man, well the idea of making love to an attractive woman was 
appealing. To get out of the makeup, to become a MAN again, 
to prove I was not a sissy, a faggot...Well let's just say I 
jumped at the chance. I ran into the bathroom and closed the 
door. I could hear them laughing at me, but I did not care. I 
took a washcloth and scrubbed my face as hard as I could. 
Then I took my wife's bra and panties off and hopped in the 
shower for a quick cleanup. I came out, dried off, put my 
jeans and shirt on, and opened the door. I could not believe 
what I saw. 

My naked wife was gagged and bound. She was on all fours, and 
the leader was rubbing his dick on her face, hard. Mad-dog 
had spread her ass open and was licking, and sticking his 
tongue deep in her ass. Susan was crying and bucking wildly, 
desperately trying to get away. 

"That's right Bitch, I'm going to get you nice and wet, then 
I'm going to fuck you, I'm gonna tear this fat ass open. Go 
ahead, cry, that's it, scream you piece of shit. Oooh, you 
taste so good, so fucking good. You keep your ass nice and 
clean, I like that. It shows you are a lady," Mad-dog said as 
he slurped, and sucked and munched on Susan's ass. The Leader 
kept pressing his dick against my wife, he was not fucking 
her mouth, just making her sniff him, just enjoying her 
frightened puffs of air on his fat donkey dick. 

"Oh shitt, oh shiiit! You are so hot, if yor husband does not 
get out here soon I'm gonna have to fuck you proper. Look at 
that mouth, I bet you could suck the cum right out of me. 
You'd like that wouldn't you? A slut like you would have to 
like it. It's not our fault, you are made for sex. It's your 
god given right. You are a wet, piece of sex and you need a 
dick inside of you. The sooner you admit it to yourself, the 
happier you will be, " The Leader said as he spanked Susan's 
face with his prick. Finally he squirted a thick load of 
cream all over her eyes and watched it drip down her face. 
Susan's hands were bound and she could not wipe his spunk 
off. I could hear her muffled squeals of revulsion, of utter 
disgust, mingled with the laughter from the others. Just then 
the Leader looked up and saw I was in the room. 

"Ah John, nice of you to join us. Nobody told you to take a 
fucking shower. If you are stupid enough to leave you sexy, 
beautiful, NAKED wife alone in a room with Rapists--shit who 
am I to argue. Thanks buddy, we had fun waiting."

He was right, I had been selfish, stupid. They had promised 
not to fuck her if I cooperated, nobody said anything about 
molesting her. Playing with her tits, sucking her pussy, and 
ass--even smacking her with a dick and cumming on her face, 
were all within the rules. They allowed me a moment to go to 
her, to wipe her face and kiss her through her tears. As I 
held her she clung to me like a little girl, shaking, 
trembling, shivering. Her teeth were chattering, and I could 
tell she was loosing it. 

"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry. I won't leave you alone again, 
I promise.
Look at me, look only at me. I love you Susan, I love you, I 
love you. Tune everything else out. Stay with me, be strong 
honey. I'll protect you. They are not going to hurt you 
anymore. They'll hurt me instead, don't worry I can take it," 
I said as I rocked her gently and kissed her softly. Slowly 
she calmed down.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and slowly turned around. "John 
you are so good to her, see that's what I want. I need you to 
make love to me, to take care of me, treat me with respect. 
Don't get me wrong I love these guys, I love my life, the 
freedom it gives me. But...sometimes I wonder what t would be 
like to have a citizen, a normal guy to take care of me. I'd 
probably cut his dick off in a week from the boredom, but, 
what a week it would be. I don' want you forever John, I sure 
as fucking shit don't love you, but for tonight, just 
tonight, you are my man. As I looked at Beth it slowly dawned 
on me how much danger I was in. 

In her own way she was worse than the Leader and Mad-dog. My 
wife knew I was not gay, she knew I hated every (well ok 
almost) minute). Sex with Beth would be different. Susan 
world have to watch me kiss and suck, and fuck, and cum 
inside another woman. There would be doubt in her mind, a 
part of her (and let's face it me) would wonder if I enjoyed 
fucking Beth. 

"I want her to lay right next to us. I want her to know that 
even though she is your wife, tonight she has to share you 
with me. Do it John, kiss me, strip me lick me, suck me, fuck 
my ass, my pussy, dominate me pound the living shit out of 
me. Master, I belong to you. Your little girl needs her big 
daddy. Please daddy fuck me good," she said in a breathy, 
humble little girl, fuck-slut voice. 

It was almost like watching a movie. I saw a man who looks 
just like me, pull Beth down on the bed next to my wife. He 
pinned her, mounted her and began to kiss her slowly. This 
other man, enjoyed the taste of her mouth, the warmth of her 
body, as he slowly removed her clothes. He spent a long time 
kissing her, nibbling on her lips, her tongue, her neck, and 
finally her small, plump breasts. Beth was just a little more 
than a mouthful, he sucked her greedily, feverishly. My wife 
looked at them in disgust, in shock, and finally in anger, as 
if she had been betrayed by the actions of this other man. I 
looked down and noticed that Beth was completely naked and 
that her pussy was being sucked. She was screaming my name 
for some reason, as she came for the first time. Her pussy 
was so wet, it glistened and dripped, and looked ready to be 
fucked. A dick was about to enter her fuzzy little hole. 

"John you son of a bitch, you are enjoying yourself aren't 
you? How can you do this? How can yo fuck that little slut. 
You have to be enjoying it to get hard, to suck her, and lick 
her. Well go ahead, fuck her, see if I care!" Susan screamed 
as she turned her head away from us. Her words brought me 
back to reality and I could feel the heat of Beth's crotch. 
My cock was resting against her wet entrance. I realized wt I 
was about to do and stopped. 

"Uh uh lover, you ain't stopping now, fuck me, fuck me like 
you mean it, like you own me. Tell me that you love me," she 
said as she thrust her hips forward impaling herself on my 
dick. 

Once I was in there was no turning back. Instinct and the 
night's humiliation took over. A part of me wanted to fuck 
this woman. I did not love her, shit I did not even like her 
but...well the bottom line was I had to do what she said. 
Just like the men, if I failed to deliver, Susan would pay 
the price. 

"Alright, ugh, how does that, uh fell. Do you like it, when I 
fuck your slick, little cunt. I love you Beth, I have always 
wanted a woman like you. You are so fucking tight. Mmm, give 
it to me, gimme that sweet little tongue, I said as I began 
kissing her hard and hungry while fucking her. I kept playing 
with her clit as I banged her. Every once in a while I bent 
down to nibble her nipple. 

She was gasping and moaning in pleasure as a series of small 
orgasms ripped through her. I felt her pussy tighten on my 
cock. Tighten and release. I heard her fluids sloshing and 
squelching in delight. A strong pussy breeze was wafting up 
to greet me, as she clutched me tight against her. Finally a 
major blast hit her and she released me and fell back. I had 
not cum, but I dropped down and began to eat her snatch, to 
suck it dry. As I licked and lapped her, she seemed to enjoy 
it for a while, but after a few fevered minutes said, "Stop, 
that's enough, it's too much!" 

And that was #3. 

Susan would not look at me at first. She felt like she had 
been betrayed, like I had cheated on her. Over time I came to 
understand that she was making a distinction between willing 
sex and forced fucking. The sex I had with the guys was 
clearly forced as was the molestation and potential rape she 
had endured. 

But my actions with Beth were at least partially willing, I 
enjoyed it a little too much in her opinion. Frankly I don't 
know what the fuck she wanted me to do. It was a simple 
If/Then equation. Bottom line: IF I don't enjoy it a little I 
would not get hard. IF I did not get hard I would not have 
pleased my rapist. 

IF that happened, THEN Susan would be the one getting raped 
for a week. Her way she gets raped, my way we go home. IF I 
can beat this final rapist scum. 

As I sized him up Skull-crusher's name did not seem to fit 
him. He looked, kind of like my dad's accountant. I mean if 
you put him in a suit and tie he could be a nerdy little 
geekier. He came over to me and shook hands. 

"John, Susan I want to congratulate you on your decorum in 
what must have been a very unpleasant situation. We are 
almost through. I'd like you to both get dressed. Let me 
assure you, none of us will lay a hand upon you the rest of 
the evening. I am not interested in having sex with either of 
you."

It sounded incredible. It sounded unbelievable. It sounded 
too good to be true. 
And it was. Lord, God it was. 

Susan and I got dressed quickly. I hugged her briefly and 
after a few seconds she returned it. She was still pissed 
about me fucking Beth (shit I did not even cum!) but I could 
tell we would be ok. When we were dressed and settled Skull-
crusher began to speak. 

"As you know my friends and I enjoy the occasional rape. They 
fuck, and suck, orally, anally, vaginally.--it does not 
matter. I am a little different. I enjoy fucking mentally, 
vicariously if you will. It's more than just voyeurism. I 
don't just watch, I direct. I analyze our guest's 
personalities, their flaws and weaknesses and suggest a 
rape/torture strategy that will have maximum effectiveness. 
Physically I am not very impressive, weak even. But I crush 
MINDS. I destroy psyches. It gives me sexual pleasure to do 
so. I am about to destroy you and your wife. John you have 
spent this entire evening trying to save your wife, at great 
personal expense. Everyone in this room wants to see her 
spread open and fucked, no that's not quite right. We want to 
see her spread open and raped, HARD! " he chuckled in a calm 
demented tone. 

"B.bbut you promised. You promised if I cooperated, if I let 
you rape me, if I made you all cum, then you would not touch 
her. Please let me suck you, I can make you cum too. It is 
not fair, I love her. Please let us go, just let us go." 

"Shh Jon, calm down. Hush. I already told you, we are not 
going to rape your wife. YOU are. You are going to rip her 
clothes off, fuck her cunt, her ass, her mouth--beat her if 
you have to, if you want to. I want her crying, screaming, 
humiliated and desperate to get away from you. If you are 
soft with her, I will know. I will not be aroused, and you 
will fail. John believe me, you don't want to fail. When you 
are through I want your wife to hate you. She will know why 
yo raped her. She'll try to rationalize it. But deep down her 
body will always recoil from your touch. She will shiver, and 
bristle whenever you get too close. Susan will never feel 
safe in your arms again, she will never quite be able to 
trust you. She will hate you yes, but she will fear you. 
Behind her eyes, beneath her surface smile will be pain, pain 
caused by you. Remember this day, remember my words. Today is 
the death of love for you both." 

I listened in horrid fascination. What kind of creature would 
do this? He got pleasure from hurting us. Well I did not plan 
to fail. I really believe our love was stronger than their 
hate. I held the woman I loved in my arms and said, "Susan 
baby we can do this. You know I love you that I would never 
hurt yo if we had a choice. But...we don't. It's either this 
or you get raped by all of them for a week. We have to." I 
said as I held her close.

Susan wasn't so sure. 

"John I don't know about this, I sure don't want to be raped 
by a biker gang but...at least when it was over, I would have 
you, I would be able to fall apart, and lean on you while I 
healed. If I survived I could still love and trust you. But 
John what if he is right, what if we do this and I end up 
afraid of you, hating you. The we lose everything, I don't 
think we can risk it. I think I have to go with them. Oh god 
I am so scared but I love you, I'll make it. We'll get over 
this one day, I love you forever," She said through tears, as 
she clung to me and cried her heart out. 

Skull-crusher was not content with her solution. 

"John my deal is with you. She does not get to decide, YOU 
do. Do you really want to let a gang of rapist, murderers, 
and abusers of women Rape your wife for a week?! Do you trust 
them to keep their word? If you do you are the stupidest 
motherfucker I have ever met. I promise you if you let her do 
this she is lost to you forever. But...it's your call. What's 
it gonna be?" 

I looked at Susan, and well, I'm sorry but she was wrong. I 
could not risk it. 
"I'll do it, I'll rape her." 

The words hung in the room and everything got quiet. Susan 
was looking at me in shocked disbelief. She was shaking her 
head no. She began backing away from me, and had a terrified 
look in her eyes. 

"I'm sorry baby, but I have to do this, and I can't be 
gentle. Please god forgive me." 

I cornered my wife and told her to be still. She did not move 
as I slowly removed her shirt. I pinned her against the 
corner and began kissing her hard. It was kind of weird. I 
love this woman, my body is trained to be gentle, to be 
tender with her. I usually consider her needs, ask her what 
she wants, make sure she ready. 

"No wait, stop, don't John! I said stop it!" she said as she 
began to struggle. 
Susan is a very strong woman she works out, and has longer 
arms (and nails) than I do. I really was not sure if I could 
manhandle her. So...I did what I had to do. I smacked her 
hard across the face, and followed up with a knee to her 
stomach. While she was gasping for air I wrapped my hands 
around he throat and choked her just enough to take the fight 
out of her. As she lay on the bed gasping, dizzy, choking 
uncontrollably, I finished removing our clothes and mounted 
her. 

"It's time slut, it's time you were fucked properly. You've 
been teasing these people all day, and they deserve to see 
you raped. Feel free to scream, beg all you want slut. That's 
all you are good for. Take my cock, drink my cum, and enjoy 
it." 

I tried to distance myself from what I was doing, what I was 
saying. Every XXX movie, every sleazy porn mag I had ever 
read came back to me that night. Every once in a while I'd 
give her a medium slap just to remind her that it could be 
much worse if she resisted. My dick was in her now and I felt 
myself get nice and hard. I kept sucking her fat tits hard as 
I rammed deeper and deeper in her cunt. I had never fucked 
Susan dry before. It made her feel so much tighter. I could 
tell that I was hurting her but, well I had to. Her hands 
were pressed against my chest. She wasn't really resisting 
(besides crying and saying no)...but I could tell she hated 
what I was doing. After my interrupted session with Beth I 
was already close to cumming. 

"So tight, so fucking sweet. I'm gonna fuck you all night, 
this ain't over yet, you're making me cummmm!" I said as I 
exploded deep inside my wife's unprotected pussy. I had never 
done that before. Susan and I had decided before we got 
married that we would wait until we were settled in our 
careers before having kids. Frankly I liked our life and was 
not sure I wanted the changes a child would bring. At least, 
not quite yet. I used a condom when having sex, cuz she did 
not like how the pill made her feel.

"How could you do that to me? I thought you loved me, you 
BASTARD! You just raped me! You are no better than they are!" 
she said as she broke down in tears. 
I felt like a piece of shit. I had hurt the only woman I had 
ever loved, the only woman that I WOULD ever love. 

And I wasn't done yet. 

"I don't have a choice Susan, I know what is best for you. I 
have to do this to save you. I have to rape your ass. But I'm 
kind of worn out right now so I need your help. Get down here 
and suck me back to life," I demanded as I grabbed my wife's 
hair and guided her to my flaccid cock. 

"Oh shit he's gonna make her swallow his slimjim. Look at 
that mouth, crammed full and bursting with cock. He's doin 
it, he's really raping his wife!" Skull-crusher said in glee. 
His hand was wrapped around his cock as he jerked off to me 
fucking Susan's mouth. 

I could see Susan's embarrassment, her complete humiliation. 
It was not just about what I was doing to her, but who I was 
doing it in front of. As I looked down at her face I saw her 
quivering chin, and tears dripping from her eyes while she 
sucked me. I decided to take it to the next level. 

"This one is for you boss," I said as I took my dick out and 
began spanking my wife's face with it.. I pressed my cock 
against her nose, eyes, cheek and rubbed it in her hair. 
Precum was leaking out of me and smearing her face with a 
slick little trail. The leader came over and we high-fived, 
and all of us laughed at Susan. 

Skull-crusher was getting close to his orgasm. If I could 
just push him over the edge we could all go home. 

I knew just what I had to do. 

"Susan it's time. I need you to get up on all fours, and hold 
your ass open for me. Suck my cock and get lots of spit and 
saliva on it...that's it a little more, ok."

Susan made one last attempt to avoid the anal rape. 

"John please, think about what you are doing. I, I understand 
the rest. You have hurt me but I still love you and I will 
try to forgive you. But John, if you do this...I don't know. 
This is so debased, so utterly degrading. It is a filthy, 
nasty, cruel act. For the rest of my life I will remember the 
asshole that forced me to endure this, and I will hate him. 
Even if it's you, even if it is the man that I love. 

I heard her, I understood what she was saying. I recognized 
what I was giving up. But what Susan did not understand was 
this was no longer about love, or pain, pleasure or cruelty. 
No it was much simpler than that. It was about survival. I 
believed her when she said she would hate me if I raped her 
ass. But I believed Skull-crusher when he said she would be 
destroyed if she became their bitch-meat for a week. My way 
she lived. Her way she died.

Or worse. 

I could not explain it to her then. I was so close to tears, 
to a complete breakdown, a total shutdown that I could not 
spare the effort it would take.
"Shut the fuck up bitch. I'm going to enjoy this sweet, juicy 
ass of yours. Now hold it open, good, good. Wait for it, here 
it comes...ARRGH!! Holy shit you are fucking tight! Do you 
like it Susan, are those tears of Joy? I bet they are. I 
laughed as I slowly sunk my dick into Susan' virgin ass. 

Susan was in a lot of pain. She tried to crawl away from me 
several times and I had to smack her hard a few times to keep 
her in line. Finally something seemed to break inside of her 
and she gave in. I could hear her soft whimpers and child-
like mewls. It was painful to watch. I kept hurting my wife 
for several minutes. The part of me that was not quite insane 
was in shock and revulsion over what I was doing. I was hard, 
yes. My dick felt good but...I felt so guilty, so unhappy I 
could not quite cum. 

Luckily Skull Crusher could. 

"Rape her, rip her, crush her, fuck, fuck FUCK!" he roared as 
I slowly pounded her ass., and he started to spurt. 

Then something unexpected happened. Skull-crusher began to 
cough, and wheeze, and gasp for air. I recognized the 
symptoms. He was having a severe Asthma attack. I flashed 
back to similar experiences with my younger brother. 

"Quick get his fast acting inhaler. Check his belongings. 
Skull-crusher slow your breathing, calm down. That's it, 
in/out." 

After a few minutes when found his inhaler and slowly his 
breathing returned to normal. One thing was sure, He. Was. 
Done. 

And that was #4. 

The room got very quiet as it dawned on everyone that we had 
won. Frankly I don't think they ever gave serious 
consideration to the thought that we would defeat them. But I 
got to hand it to them they took it pretty well. 

"John you are one hell of a man. I could never do what you 
did. I don't care how much I love a chick, no way I take a 
dick for her. You got guts little fella. Go on, get dressed, 
take your wife home. It goes without saying but if you call 
the police you are dead. If none of us get you someone in or 
gang will. This was probably the worst 90 minutes of your 
life. Move on, get over it. Peace little brother."

My wife and I walked out of hell together silent, but side by 
side. She refused to talk to me as we walked the mile back to 
our car. She went to the trunk, opened a bag and pulled out 
her cell phone. She had been saving it for an emergency. 
Apparently our car breaking down was not bad enough to bring 
a cell phone into our vacation. Susan had forbidden me from 
bringing my phone on our belated honeymoon. I was very close 
to being a workaholic, and she did not want to tempt me. If 
only... I felt a righteous anger bubble up inside of me and 
then fade away as I saw her face. She did not say a word but 
broke into tears shame and frustration, as she clearly felt 
this was all her fault.

I tried to comfort her. 

"It's ok baby. Susan it's ok, everything will be ok, I 
promise. Let it out, we'll put this behind us. It never 
happened, it's just a bad dream," I said as I put my arms 
around her. 

It's hard to explain. She let me hold her, she did not 
scream, or run away. But...she did not nestle against me 
either. Usually when we hold each other we kind of shift, and 
blend and merge. When Susan was in pain she always came to me 
for comfort, for reassurance. As I felt the woman I love 
stiffen in my arms and endure my embrace, I knew we were in 
trouble. 

EPILOGUE:

It's been 8 months. We tried to put our lie back together, to 
rebuild "US". We really did try. It was just too hard. I felt 
so guilty, so angry at them and at her, so ashamed of what I 
had done, sometimes I could not stand to look at her. I guess 
she must have felt the same way. We spent more and more time 
apart. About 3 months after our rapes, I suggested we try 
making love. Susan half-heartedly agreed. It was a disaster. 
Every inch of her screamed she did not want to look at me, 
much less touch me. I was unable to achieve an erection. 

After a few passionless kisses and pitiful gropes we gave up. 
That was the beginning of the end for me. I took a Leave of 
Absence from work, and grew more despondent each day. 

Seven months after our rapes I decided I had enough of 
looking into her accusing eyes. I never wanted to see her in 
pain again. Seeing hatred and pain where I expected to see 
love and comfort finally broke me. Somehow I got it into my 
head that I had destroyed my wife, that I had for all intents 
and purposes ended her life. 

Fair is fair. An eye for an eye, a life for a life. About a 
month ago I started seeing a psychiatrist. I had great 
difficulty talking to him so he suggested I write it out, 
like a story. So I did. 

This is it.

Susan my love after you read this please deliver to Dr. 
Sloptvik. I am so tired, I give up. I am truly sorry that was 
unable to protect you better. I wish you no ill will and hope 
you find happiness without me. 

You certainly deserve it. 

Goodbye, 

Jonathan Pressman. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE

So that's my first offering in 2001. Once again it's really 
not about liking the story or the people described. Good lord 
knows it's not about liking me. The simple truth is this guy 
ain't me. You really can't learn very much about me from 
reading one of Jaz' stories. I know there are a lot (a whole 
fucking lot) of closet psych majors, religious Nazis and the 
truly gullible who believe they can read clues, can access 
some deeper meaning in what I write. Good luck to them. To me 
it's just a fucking story that I made up but hey, what do I 
know?
There, now I can rest easy.

Drop me a line at jaz1701@webtv.net 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does 
not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway 
shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the 
scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking
professional help.
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