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"The Honeymoon"
  by Harry Kuntz 


Barton had been treating the kid with contempt from the moment
they met.  And no one knew how to show contempt better than
Barton.  John Barton.  The terror of Wall Street.  Thirty-eight
years old, and officially worth three billion dollars.  Some
people said it was more like twenty times that, that he could buy
and sell Bill Gates and Warren Buffett with his spare change any
time he wanted to.

And he had made every penny of it himself, by out-toughing the
other tough sons of bitches on Wall Street.  Hundreds of mergers
he had forced down their unwilling throats.  And he made them
wallow in their defeats. Hundreds of former top bananas had been
forced to accept Barton's deals on Barton's terms.  And Barton's
terms always included two things: enormous profits for John
Barton, and the loser kissed John Barton's ass.  Literally.  And
not just on the buns.  The former CEO's on Barton's payroll had
two things in common.  They had tasted Barton's shit-lined
rectum.  And they had begged for the privilege.  They had seen
plenty of execs just like themselves go down to ruin for
displeasing Barton in the slightest way.

Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second
marriage.  He had dropped his first wife, Fran, who had begun
showing signs of middle age. Fran had hired one of the best known
divorce lawyers in the country.  Barton had toughed him out the
same as he toughed out every other son of a bitch who tried to
cross him.  Now the lawyer was nursing his wounds, Fran was
living on $30,000 a year, and Barton was enjoying his billions.

He had married a babe.  An incredibly beautiful Asian girl named
Kim.  Just looking at her straight black hair, her incredibly
soft, smooth skin, her beautiful features, her willowy body,
drove him crazy.  She was 22 years old, sixteen years younger
than him.  And it wasn't just that she was a babe.  She had
brains. She had graduated first in her class at a top university.
 She had been engaged to an Asian American boy who graduated a
year ahead of her, the only boy friend she had ever had.  Then
she had received an internship to work one summer in the
executive offices at Barton's Wall Street headquarters.

After one look and a few conversations, Barton knew he had to
have this girl.  He went ahead and got his divorce from Fran,
something he had already decided to do anyway.  He just blew away
Kim's fiance, dazzling her with what he could buy for her, the
places he could take her, the people he could introduce her to. 
What impressed her more than anything was the force of his
character.  She could see his strength in his every movement. 
And she saw that the most powerful people in the world cowered
before him.  John Barton always got what he wanted, and Kim loved
him for that.  The fiance was history, and John Barton and Kim
were man and wife.

There was just one fly in Barton's ointment, one that he could
never completely put out of his mind, though almost no one knew
of it and no one knew how much it preyed on him.  Sexually, the
great John Barton was a grade A wimp.  Maybe that was what drove
him to outcompete everyone who crossed him, to prove that he had
more balls than everyone else.  Because in fact, he had less. 
Much less.  His tiny prick could hardly be seen in his pubic hair
when it was soft.  When it was "hard," it was barely three inches
long, was thinner than his index finger, and, in truth, was not
very hard at all.   His balls were tinier than marbles.  He had
trouble coming more than two or three times in a week, and when
he came, only a few drops of thin, almost water-like cum was
ejected.  Whether it was Fran or Kim or any of the other women
who were attracted by his money and his power, whenever he fucked
them they always had to ask if it was "in" and whether he had
cum.

Barton wanted an heir and Kim wanted a baby.  But he had tried to
get Fran pregnant for years, with no success.  The best medical
specialists in the world had been consulted.  There was nothing
wrong with Fran.  It was just that Barton's undersized testicles
produced such little sperm, the odds were against him.  Following
his doctors' advice, Barton had abstained from all sex for over a
month prior to this honeymoon.  The wedding had been timed so
that Kim would be at the peak of her fertility cycle.  And she
was taking fertility drugs.  The doctors told them that with
these steps, Barton had a reasonable chance of making Kim
pregnant.  But things weren't fated to turn out that way.

II

So now he and Kim were on their honeymoon.  The island resort in
the Caribbean she had selected was probably the most exclusive
and the most expensive in the world.  They had the most expensive
villa--$40,000 a night it would cost him.  The resort consisted
of the whole island.  Each villa was isolated.  Theirs was more
than two miles from any other habitation.  It was huge and
breathtaking, spectacularly furnished, and located on their own
private pearl of a beach.  There was a whole staff of servants
and cooks assigned to their villa alone, but the layout was
cleverly designed so that only the Guest Services Officer
assigned to them would have any contact with them.  He would deal
with the rest of the staff.  They would have complete privacy in
unparalleled luxury.

The Guest Services Officer was a twenty-year-old named Rod
Powers.  Rod was as perfect a specimen of the male of the human
species as Kim was of the female.  Short blonde hair; a face that
had classic, masculine beauty; a broad, strong chest that was
muscular but not muscle-bound; narrow hips; a perfectly trim ass;
long, powerful legs--he had the whole package  People said he had
movie star looks, but no one could ever think of a movie star who
looked as good as he did.  And he had an enormous bulge at the
crotch of his faded jeans. Barton noticed that bulge immediately,
and was stung with envy.  But he figured the kid must have some
cloth stuffed in there.   He must have!

Rod greeted them at the airport. The men who could afford to stay
at this resort were the richest and most powerful in the world,
and they brought with them the most stunningly beautiful and most
pampered women in the world.  Rod had seen hundreds of them, but
he had never seen the equal of Kim.  For her part, Kim didn't
miss any aspect of Rod's manly attraction.  When he shook her
hand, she looked in his strong, clear eyes, caught a whiff of his
male scent, and became dizzy with a sensation she had never felt
before.  But Kim had been strictly brought up as a Catholic and
adhered to a strong moral code.  The idea of being unfaithful to
her husband could never have entered her head.  She could be
interested in a man as hunky as Rod, but she could not be
tempted.

But to Barton, any decent-looking man was a rival and a stud like
Rod was dangerous.  Barton was painfully aware that his beautiful
trophy of a wife was much closer in age to Rod--the "kid" was
what Barton insisted on calling him--than she was to himself. 
Barton's reaction was instinctive.  Confronted with any kind of a
rival, Barton set out to humiliate him, to emasculate him.  This
kid was going to be the only person he and Kim would see for the
next two weeks.  Barton was going to show him who was boss.  He'd
have Rod kissing the famous Barton ass early and
often--figuratively at least, and maybe even literally.  Kim
wouldn't be attracted to a kid, no matter how much of a stud he
looked, once she saw him kowtowing to her all-powerful husband. 
Just the opposite.  Once she saw him subjugate this handsome kid,
his own god-like power would be more firmly established in her
adoring eyes, the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

He looked into those eyes as they drove in the limousine to the
villa.  God, he loved her.  He actually thought he might be able
to fuck her twice today, something he had never before
accomplished.


III

Rod was pissed.  He'd dealt with assholes like this before, guys
who thought they could use their money to put him down.  But Rod
always had his revenge.  He loved this job.  The most beautiful
women in the world came here, and he fucked them at will.

He particularly loved honeymooners.  There was nothing like
seducing a woman on her honeymoon.  Rod had plucked plenty of
cherries, and there's no doubt about it, he thought, fucking a
virgin is sweet.  But that other virginity--the wife who's never
given her cunt to a man other than her husband since she's been
married--plucking that cherry was an even greater thrill.  And
the cr me de la cr me was getting them on their honeymoons. 
Especially when they were as gorgeous and sophisticated as the
brides who came to this posh resort.

The job of "Guest Services Officer" at this resort was a coveted
one.  While the guests were on the island, the GSO arranged
everything for them.  He was the only human contact the guests
had with the resort while they were here, unless they wanted
specialized services such as a tennis coach.  The reputation of
the resort--and its ability to charge sky-high prices--depended
on the flawless service the Guest Services Officers could
provide.  Their salaries started at $250,000 a year, and they
made at least that much in tips.

Rod Powers had only been on the staff two years, but he was
already the top-ranked assistant on the staff.  He was
permanently assigned to the most expensive villa, catering to the
most extravagant guests.  His salary was $750,000.  He made many
times that much in tips.  He was invaluable to the management of
the resort.  Did they know that his enormous popularity with the
guests derived from the special service he was able to provide
between the outspread legs of  the wives?  Probably.  So what? 
So long as the customers were happy .

Usually, it was no problem for Rod to seduce the brides on
honeymoon.  His sexual power was too much for the human female to
resist.  But sometimes, if he got annoyed by their snooty
attitudes,  he raped them.  He might force them the first time,
but they always begged for it the second time.  And the third. 
And the fourth. And so on.

John Barton was getting Rod angry.  Ordering him around in an
arrogant way, finding the most degrading things for him to do. 
Three times before they had reached the villa, Barton had found
some task for Rod to do that required him to kneel down on the
ground.  And then Barton had always positioned himself so that
Rod was staring right into Barton's ass, just inches away.  And
there was always a suppressed smile on Kim's face.  It was
Barton's ability to dominate others that made her love him.

When Rod got mad, he got even.  He was going to fuck Barton's
trophy bride all right.  And he wasn't going to seduce her.  He
was going to rape her.  He'd do it right in front of Barton's
eyes.  He'd use the Asian babe to humiliate Barton.  Rod could
see that Barton really did love her.  Good.  Barton would get
paid back for his little stunts.  With interest.

Rod wasn't worried about getting into trouble with his employers.
 Once he fucked Kim, she be so attached to him that she wouldn't
let Barton harm him in any way.  And she could control Barton,
that was obvious.  The bosses would never find out about what he
did.


IV


When they got to the villa, there was plenty of luggage for Rod
to carry inside.  Barton found as many tasks for him to perform,
as many things for him to move around, as he could think of. 
Then he dismissed him:

"Look, kid, if you want a tip at the end of this gig, stay out of
our hair.  You do what you're told and you show respect, you
understand?  You can start by calling me sir, and thank us when
either one of us gives you an order."

They were in the living room of the villa when Barton said this,
a room the size of a football field. But Barton did not get the
groveling response he expected.  Moving sud wouldn't let Barton
harm him in any way.  And she could control Barton, that was
obvious.  The bosses would never find out about what he
did.denly, Rod smashed his fist into Barton's stomach.  Barton
doubled over, gasping for breath.

"No, you arrogant son of a bitch, you're going to do what I say."

Rod said these words with an icy determination that was more
impressive than anger would have been.  Barton was in greater
pain than he had ever experienced, still trying desperately to
find his breath.  Barton had done some boxing, and he had done it
as competitively as he did everything else in life.  He had been
a semi-finalist in the intercollegiate boxing tournament in his
weight range, and had competed against talented competitors who
could hit hard.  But he had never experienced anything remotely
comparable to the blow he had just received.  Rod had moved as
fast as a cheetah and with the power of a jet engine.

"Let's see if you understand, bozo," Rod continued, after several
minutes, when Barton finally seemed to be able to breathe.  "Take
off all your clothes."

"You must be crazy," Barton murmured through his rasping gasps.

The second blow to the stomach was even harder than the first. 
Barton was on the floor, doubled up in incredible pain.  His
internal organs!  Barton didn't think he could survive another
blow like that.  He was on the ground in agony for ten minutes. 
Kim, cowering in a corner, was terrified.

When Rod judged that Barton finally could move, he said, "I'll
give you one more chance.  Get up and get all your clothes off."

Slowly and in great pain, Barton got up.  He unbuttoned his shirt
and removed it, then his undershirt.  He removed his shoes and
socks, then his trousers.  He was left in a pair of jockey
shorts.  He paused, but Rod gestured for him to go on.  Barton
blushed.  He hated to expose his undersized cock to another man,
especially this young stud.  Plenty of men had seen Barton's rosy
asshole, a lot closer up than they wanted to.  No man other than
a doctor had seen his dick.

The jockey shorts went down, and Rod let out an explosion of
laughter.

"You call that a dick!  Oh, man, I've seen women with nipples
bigger than that."

Barton was burning with humiliation.  That he should have to
suffer this, and with Kim watching!

"All right, Nipple-dick, carry that wooden chair into the
bedroom.  Put it down facing the bed, nice and close."

Whether because of the humiliation of being naked before Kim and
this stud, or because he could still feel the injury Rod had
inflicted with those two sledgehammer blows from his fist, Barton
had no thought of resisting.  He picked up the chair.  The blow
to his chin came lightning fast.  This time, Rod had pulled his
punch, but it was enough to make Barton see stars.

"You call me SIR when I give you an order, and thank me," he
bellowed.

Humbly, softly, Barton replied:  "Yes, sir!  Thank you, sir!".

"That's better.  Now carry that chair over to the bed and sit
down."  Barton did as he was told.  Rod signaled to the petrified
Kim to follow.  She did, and Rod followed her into the bedroom. 
Barton was seated, close to the bed and facing it. The bed was
enormous, more than half again the size of a king-sized bed.

Earlier, when all the moving of luggage was going on, Rod had
brought into the bedroom unnoticed a bag of his own.  He now
opened it and handed Kim some lengths of rope.

"Here lady, tie your limp dick of a husband to the chair.  Tie
his ankles and his wrists."

Kim was in tears.  "No, please don't make me," she whimpered.

He slapped her face.  Hard enough to cause serious pain.

"Look, bitch," said Rod, "if I have to hit you as hard as the old
fart, I'll do it."

Barton almost panicked. Rod would kill Kim if he hit her nearly
that hard.  "Do as he says, darling," he said softly.

So Kim tied her new husband to the chair.

"Now, you get your clothes off and get on the bed," Rod said to
her.

"NO," screamed both Kim and Barton simultaneously, as they
suddenly saw where this was going.

Rod removed a knife from his belt and held it to Barton's neck. 
"Do you want me to cut your husband's throat," he said.

Kim immediately began to undress.  Her fingers were shaking, but
with difficulty she got her dress off.  Then her bra.  Her
breasts were a little bigger than average for an Asian girl, and
perfectly shaped.  She saw there was no chance of Rod's
relenting, so she went right to her panties, pulling them down
and stepping out of them.

God, she was magnificent!  Both men felt it.  Her skin was so
perfectly soft and smooth.  Her body so firm and perfectly
shaped.  Her waist was tiny, but her hips curved out gracefully. 
Her cunt was covered with a large, thick triangle of jet black
fleece.  Barton couldn't help himself.  His dick was enlarging.

Rod was dazzled by Kim's naked perfection, but he noticed
Barton's loins stirring.  Another bellow of laughter.

"That's your hard-on?  I've seen six year old boys with more than
that, Nipple-dick.  Come here bitch!"

Fearfully, Kim went over to the chair.  Rod gave her face another
hard slap.

"Thank me when I give you an order, bitch!"

"Yes, sir!  Thank you, sir!"

"Hold that tiny thing and wiggle it around," Rod told her.

"Yes, sir!  Thank you, sir!"

With her thumb and index finger, she held her husband's  tiny
hard-on, which was thinner than either of her fingers holding it.
 She wiggled it around.  There was only a little stiffness.

Rod couldn't contain his laughter.  Finally, he said to Kim,
"Seriously, bitch, no matter how much money he's got, how could a
babe like you marry this limp dick?"

Kim said nothing.  She was burning with humiliation.  For herself
and for her husband.  Physical paragon or not, she hated this
young man as she had never hated anyone in her life.

Rod shoved her to the bed, sitting her down on the edge, facing
him.  He told her to open her knees wide, giving him a clear view
of her luscious cunt.

"Yes, sir!  Thank you, sir!"

She obeyed.  Barton gritted his teeth, helplessly, not willing to
object and risk another blow.

"Fortunately, for both of you, there's a man here who can
consummate this marriage for you," he said.  He began removing
his shirt.

Kim was panicking with fear.  "Please, please don't do this to
me!" she pleaded.

Rod gave her another slap, harder than before.  Kim was burning
with pain.  She couldn't take another blow like that!

Rod had his shirt off.  Kim was in a turmoil.  She had very
conservative views of sex, and the idea of being raped was
absolutely horrible to her.  She'd rather die.  But the pain in
her jaw was making it hard for her to think clearly.  And her
body was reacting to the sight of Rod disrobing.  That chest! 
His eyes!  She had fallen in love with Barton's power.  It seemed
to her so manly.  But Rod was showing power--raw, physical
power--that put Barton to shame.  He was manliness in the flesh. 
She had never been so affected.   He was close to her, and with
every breath, unknowingly, she was inhaling his pheromones. 
Invisible hormones that slipped beneath her consciousness, and
caused electricity to flow out from her cunt and her tits to her
whole body.  She was in panic over the prospect of being raped,
and yet she could feel the liquids flowing in her cunt.

Rod quickly removed his sandals and was unbuckling and dropping
his jeans.  He stepped out of them, covered only by an oversized
pair of boxer shorts.  Despite their looseness, they were tented
out by an enormous bulge.  Slowly, Rod  lowered his shorts,
exposing first a thick cloud of fluffy, light brown pubes.  Then
the root of his manhood became visible.  It was incredibly thick,
stretching four inches across.

Rod was standing so that both Kim and Barton had their faces
within a foot of his crotch.  Barton's own dick was in plain
view. None of them could miss seeing the contrast. Rod's soft
dick was thicker than Barton's hard-on was long.  The difference
in their manhood was a painfully obvious fact for Barton and for
Kim. Rod enjoyed the sensation as he could see their faces,
seeing them looking at the two dicks and at each other..

Then he resumed peeling down his shorts.  The enormous length of
his soft penis went on and on.  Finally, when the top of the
shorts had almost reached Rod's knees, the ridge came into view
betokening the appearance of the enormous, circumcised head.  The
head mushroomed out, and added another two inches of length.  Rod
dropped his jeans to the floor.  His dick softly swayed, all
twelve incredibly thick inches of it.

The huge dick did not hang straight down, because it was
projected out away from his body by the equally incredible
testicles that supported it.  Half again as large as jumbo eggs,
they sat tightly in an enormous, downy sac.  The seat of his
manhood, these giant testicles produced a surplus of hormones. 
 From their close proximity, Kim and Barton were hit with a blast
of pheromones.  These hormones worked with irresistible power on
both sexes.  Neither Kim nor Barton had ever been hit by such raw
eroticism.  For the first time in his life, Barton's hard-on,
still microscopic, was actually hard!.  Kim's cunt was sopping
wet.

Involuntarily, the words came out of Barton's mouth: "It's
unbelievable!  You're enormous!"

Ever since adolescence, Barton had envied men who were well-hung.
 His dream, his wish, was to have the man's equipment that would
make him as dominant inside women's cunts as he was in the
business world.  But in his wildest dreams, he had never imagined
being hung like this.  Despite his humiliation, Barton could not
stifle a feeling of the profoundest awe.

Kim was not consciously aware of the pheromones that were playing
with her brain, but she was acutely aware of the visual shock. 
Her fiance had been possessed of a five-and-a-half inch dick. 
His and Barton's were the only two penises she had seen in her
life.  She know Barton was small, but she hadn't thought it made
any difference.  She had supposed her fiance had been
exceptionally large.  And she didn't think the size of a penis
mattered at all, except that men seemed to get all excited about
it.

That was then, this was now.  The sight of Rod's dick took her
breath away.  She was incredibly turned on.  She was also
frightened.  That monster would tear up her insides!  And she had
not lost her morals.  She did not want to be raped, she did not
want to have sex with anyone but her husband!

She begged again.  "Please, please, let me go.  We'll give you
anything, more money than you ever dreamed of.  Don't rape me. 
PLEASE DON"T RAPE ME!"

"Shut up, bitch, and lie back," was his only response.

She tried to roll up in a ball and protect herself, but it was no
use.  He enjoyed her struggles.  He laid her out on her back, so
that her hip was at the side of the bed,  only inches from
Barton's chair.  He wanted Barton to have a good close-up look
when his own manhood--manhood that Barton could only
envy--penetrated Barton's gorgeous bride.  He slapped her again,
not as hard as before, but painful enough to keep her still.

Barton was desperate.  He couldn't move his arms or legs, which
were tied to the chair.  Even if he could, he knew from bitter
experience that he was no match for this virile young athlete.

"Please, he said, I'll give you anything.  You can be a
billionaire.  You can have all the women in the world.  Please,
please don't touch my wife."

The last sentence was a wail.  Tears were washing his cheek

Tears were also running down Kim's beautiful cheeks.  But her
cunt was even wetter than her eyes.  Rod laughed as he spread her
legs and inserted two long fingers through the soft, ebony fur
and into her beautiful vagina.

"Listen, Barton," he said.  "Can you hear how wet your wife is, 
Listen to the slurp as I move my fingers in and out of her pretty
swamp."

Every word was like a whiplash across Barton's back.

Rod removed his soaking fingers and put them under Barton's nose.
 "Smell that, Nipple-dick," he said.  "I'll bet you've never seen
your wife this excited.  I'll bet you've never smelled so much
cuntjuice in your life."

Barton's tears flowed.  It was true.  He had never seen Kim
nearly this aroused.

By now, the sight and feel and fragrance of Kim's cunt had been
more than enough to make Rod hard.  His dick had grown even
thicker and longer.  He stood up.

"Here, Nipple-dick, I'll loosen your hand.  You want to feel what
a real dick feels like?"

Barton could not resist.  He put his large hand on Rod's penis,
the first time he had ever felt another man.  His fingers were
outstretched.  Thumb and fingers could stretch no more than
two-thirds of the way around Rod's girth.  The penis was as hard
as stone and incredibly hot to the touch.  Barton tried to wiggle
it.  It was too hard.  He couldn't move it the slightest bit.

Kim saw this.  "Oh, God, you're much too big for me.  You'll kill
me.  Please let me go, please!"

"Don't' worry, bitch," Rod replied, as he got back down on top of
her.  "You'll take what I've got, and you'll thank God for every
inch of it.  You're about to find out what a real man can do for
a woman.  And look at your excuse for a husband.  He's harder
than he was before.  It looks like it takes the sight of a real
man to turn him on.  All right, Nipple-dick, jack yourself off
while I give your wife the kind of fucking she'll never get from
you."

With that, he lined up the head of his dick against the fleecy
exterior of Kim's beautiful cunt.  It seemed like an oak log
lined up against a key hole.  But he pushed forward.  Thanks to
the overflowing liquids in Kim's vagina, he was able to get the
head in.  Then, with slow, easy strokes, he gradually went in an
inch at a time.

At first, Kim panicked, as she felt herself being stretched
beyond imagination.  But her cunt quickly accustomed itself to a
stimulation she had never known.  Neither her earlier fiance or
Barton had ever been able to turn her on with their penises.  She
had thought she had just been born frigid. At best she had
experienced a few mild orgasms from their fingers or tongues.

But what she was experiencing now was bringing her into a new
world.  Pleasure  nerves she never knew existed were being
stimulated as her cunt was stretched for the first time.  Only a
couple of strokes after Rod inserted the head of his cock, when
only about four inches were in, Kim experienced an orgasm far
more intense than anything she had ever known.  But Rod was going
deeper.

Rod looked at Barton.  "Oh, your bitch's cunt is hot, man," he
said.  "I'm already in deeper than you'll ever be, Nipple-dick. 
So take my word for it, this is world-class cunt."

Barton's humiliation was indescribable, as he watched another man
fucking his wife as he would never be able to.  Then a thought
flashed through his mind.  This rapist wasn't using protection!

"Look, please!" he said.  "At least pull out before you come.  We
timed this honeymoon so she'd be at peak of her fertility cycle. 
And she's been taking fertility drugs.  Please don't make her
pregnant!  You can give us that much of a break."

Rod smiled at Barton, still probing deeper into Barton's wife,
never missing a stroke.  He was about eight inches in, now,
almost halfway.

"I can see why your wife would have to take fertility drugs,
limp-dick.  And if she had to rely on her husband, I doubt if
they would work.  But she doesn't need to worry.  She'll be
carrying a real man's child in her belly when she leaves this
island."  Rod knew he had fathered dozens of children in this
very bed, many of them planted in the bellies of pretty, young
honeymooners.  But none as beautiful as this one.  And he had two
weeks!  There was no way she'd get away from here without
carrying his baby.

Barton thought he had already descended as low as he could, but
this comment just deflated him.  His wife--the great John
Barton's wife--would be carrying another man's child.  And he
knew that with Kim's religious convictions, there was no point in
even suggesting an abortion.

Rod had gone back to full concentration on raping Barton's wife. 
Barton wanted to look away, but he couldn't.  he was hypnotized
by the sight, only inches from his eyes, of Rod's enormous piston
going deeper and deeper into his own wife's cunt.  He could smell
the strong fragrance of sweat and sex from their steaming
crotches.  With each thrust, more of Rod's enormous shaft
disappeared beneath the thick dark curls that marked the portal
to Kim's love channel.  Then Rod would pull out almost to the
limit, and then slowly plunge back in, descending another inch. 
Eleven inches!  Twelve inches!  Thirteen!

There were still several inches of hard cock to go, but Kim was
going crazy.  She had never dreamed of being penetrated this
deeply, she had no idea of the pleasure centers inside her that
had never before been plumbed.  Now these pleasure nerves were
all going off, and Kim thought she was losing her sanity.  Orgasm
after orgasm hit her, each one bigger than before.

Finally, one more plunge, and Rod's hot iron penis was fully
lodged inside Kim's stretched vagina.  At thirteen inches, Rod
had felt his tip touch her cervix.  The next several strokes had
stretched it back.  Finally, he had penetrated the last barrier. 
His shaft filled her love canal to its stretched out capacity. 
The head of his cock was in her womb itself.

Now Rod began fucking Kim in earnest.  Her orgasms continued to
build, each one coming on the heels of the one before with
greater and greater intensity.  This went on for ten, fifteen,
twenty minutes.  Barton, tied to his chair, sat absorbed in the
close-up view of the spoliation of his bride.  Unconsciously, his
thumb and index figure were rapidly stroking his own pathetic
weenie.  He came.  Just a few drops of nearly clear fluid oozed
from the tiny hole at the tip, which quickly receded beneath its
nest of public hair.

That left Barton free to concentrate solely on the humiliating
sight of his wife being fucked by this stud.  And by now, her
orgasms were so intense and coming so close together that they
had run into each other.  She was in a continuous state of
orgasm, electricity running at unimaginable voltage through her
frame.  She thought she would die, she had no control of herself.
 Perhaps without realizing it, she was moaning, "Oh God, fuck me!
 Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Take me!  Fill me!  I can't stand it, fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me!  Never stop!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!"

Kim may not have known she was saying these words, non-stop.  But
Rod heard, and relished every word.  And Rod knew that Barton was
hearing every word.  Hearing his own trophy wife expressing the
uncontrollable urge to be fucked by her rapist!  This was just
the beginning of payback! Rod loved it.

The sight of Kim's fierce passion as this most beautiful of women
was utterly overcome his own sexual power, and the thought of the
humiliation Barton was suffering, finally became too intense. 
Rod felt his climax coming on.  He thrust faster and harder, and
brought Kim to an even higher pitch.  She was screaming now, a
piercing scream that knifed right into Barton's heart.

Then the moment came.  Rod's mammoth engine began bucking with
incredible force.  Kim's pelvis was whipped violently around by
the first bursts.  Then she felt the red-hot pellets, fired
directly into her womb. Rod and Kim held each other closely, lips
locked and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, each simply
overcome by the force of what they were feeling.

Barton watched.  He had never felt this forlorn, this abandoned,
in his life.

As they descended, Kim was in a new state.  After the fierceness
of her innumerable orgasms, she now felt a tranquility and
contentment that she had never known.  She held tightly to Rod. 
He was her rapist.  He had violated her person, stolen her
dignity, trampled on her most deeply felt moral beliefs.

And it didn't matter.  She hated him, fiercely.  But so what. 
She would do absolutely anything for him.  He was her master.  He
was her man.  He and only he could give her what she now knew she
needed as a woman.  No love for her husband, no moral beliefs, no
belief in her own self meant a thing compared to-- well, she
might as well be truthful with herself.  Compared to his penis. 
She lived for this man's phallus.  She would do anything for it,
and for what it could do to her.

When Rod finally pulled out, his penis was "shrunken" to its soft
state of twelve inches long and four inches wide.  He got up and
thrust it in Barton's face.

"Clean me off," he said abruptly.

Barton had no resistance left.

"Yes, sir!  Thank you, sir!"

Meekly, he used his tongue and his lips to clean every bit of cum
and sweat from Rod's crotch.  Seeing that Barton was defeated,
Rod untied him.  He then ordered Barton to get down on the bed
and lick every bit of Rod's cum from his wife's cunt.  Barton
obeyed.  The quantity was enormous.  Those enormous testicles had
blasted a cupful of potent sperm juice into Kim's cunt.  Barton
swallowed every drop.  He had never tasted cum before, and almost
vomited.

But he quickly got used to the taste of Barton's sperm.  The
two-week honeymoon was sheer humiliation for Barton.  He had to
watch Rod and Kim fuck almost continuously.  Rod shot load after
load into her cunt, her mouth, and even her bowels, several times
a day.  Barton had to swallow every drop.  He also became their
toilet.  They didn't want to bother walking to the bathroom to
pee, so they just used Barton's mouth.  He had to swallow all of
it.  Rod took a little mercy on Rod and decided they wouldn't
shit into his mouth.  They used the toilet for that.  But Barton
had to clean their assholes with his tongue.

As the two weeks went on, Barton grew accustomed to his role as a
sex servant, thoroughly subordinate to his wife and to their
joint master.  He began to like the taste of Rod's sperm, and did
not even mind drinking their piss and licking their shitty
assholes.

At the end of the two weeks, Rod gave a little surprise to
Barton.  He, Rod, was going back to New York with them.  He was
going to live with them as the head of the house.  Gradually,
there would be property transfers from Barton to Kim.  When
everything belonged to Kim, she would divorce Barton and marry
Rod, at which time the property would be transferred to Rod.

Rod is now the terror of Wall Street.  Kim is his woman.  And
Barton is on welfare.  He spends most of his time skulking 
around adult movie theaters, looking for guys who will let him
suck their cocks.


                          -- the end --


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