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Subject: {ASSM} ASSM : STORY : SPLITS (M/F, rp, nc)
Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2002 19:10:05 -0400
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SPLITS

	By Kryssenya A. Vaughn.


I have written many stories over the past few years of erotic content.
This was a first attempt at writing one from a male perspective
instead of the 3rd person as I usually due. There is no copy write to
this story but I would appreciate that you do not remove the author
information from the story.

This story does contain scenes of an adult nature. If you find it
offensive stop reading or turn back now. It contains RAPE and
NON-Consensual sex. Thank you.

Please email me at Kryssenya@comcast.net for feed back I would really
appreciate it. If you like the story I have many more to come.




SPLITS


Every morning started the same way. My head ached, my hands hurt as if
I had been fighting and my wife lay in the bed next to me sound
asleep. It felt like nothing short of a hangover.

I struggled through my morning routine of shaving, showering and half
ironing a shirt to wear to work. I was falling apart and going down
hill fast. It had to be the stress at work doing this to me. I
couldn't figure out what was wrong with me for anything. My wife
insisted I go to the doctor, but the last time I was there he said it
was just stress and told me to exercise more often. Who the hell had
time to exercise? Well anyway I took his advice and started jogging in
the morning, but with this change in my schedule I felt like I
couldn't keep anything straight. Everything was disorganized. I was
missing appointments, forgetting to lock doors. Sometimes I was
walking out of the door with no pants on in the morning.

The nights were worse. Half the time now I couldn't even remember what
I had eaten for dinner or watched on TV the night before. My wife was
becoming more and more affectionate each day rewarding more such a
great sex and love making that I couldn't even remember doing. But not
to sound cliché, this was the morning where it was all about to
change. I would never forget a detail of what happened in my life at
this mornings jog.

*	*	*	*	*	*	*

The heat was sweltering; I mean it was at least ninety degrees outside
already at eight in the morning. I had been on my new exercise program
for two weeks now. It didn't feel like it was relieving any stress but
only making it worse. I had stopped smoking and what actually growing
a bit tired of finding half smoked packs of cigarettes around my
house, in my car and in my jackets all the time. I'd almost swear
another pack would show up as soon as I would through one away. But I
was determined to rid myself of the poison.

Hope was awake and rummaging through the dishwasher putting things
away by the time I got home from my run. She gave me her usual
Saturday good-morning kiss and resumed her duties. I walked up the
steps to the shower stripping my clothes on the way. I knew she'd be
irritated and me leaving a trail of dirty sweaty clothes on the floor,
but I was too hot and tired to care. I just wanted to shower and lay
on the bed.
I hopped in the shower following my usual workday routine, except with
out ironing any clothes. I wrapped a towel around me and lay face down
on the bed under the ceiling fan as its gentle breeze cooled me down
and relaxed me. I drifted off to sleep. I can't remember what I was
thinking about when I fell asleep, but I remember waking to a horrible
sight.

My head was aching worse than it normally did in the morning. It felt
more like I had been knocked unconscious and was just revived. I heard
screaming beside me.

I was sitting naked on the floor leaning against the bed. I attempted
to lift stand up to see what was happening but was restrained. I
couldn't move my body as I felt the familiar aches and pains in my
hands but I couldn't move an inch. I twisted around enough to see what
was happening and there he was. This beast of a man was on top of my
thrusting in and out of her. His naked ass propelling through the
area, forcing his member into her as hard as he could. She lay there,
not in pain but not totally in pleasure either as he thrust away.

It was then I realized my hands were tied and I was bound on the floor
while this man screwed my wife. He screwed her with a vengeance. I
hated the site before my eyes, though my cock betrayed and started to
rise as I watched in horror. I tried to hell but my mouth was gagged.

I watched her beautiful breasts bounce up and down with each jab of
his penis into her. I watched her knees slowly come up welcoming him
more and more each time. Her face initially was almost expressionless,
but it slowly turned to the side where I could see her in full view
and winced as she was nearing ecstasy. She was actually enjoying this.
I watched her hands reach out to caress his back and arms.

As she did this he grew more excited and plunged his head forward
sucking and pawing at her breasts with his mouth. I watched her chest
heave up and down steadily faster and faster as she neared an orgasm.

Tears started to fall from my eyes just as she opened hers to look me
right in the face and she started to smile. She had seductive evil
smile of pleasure, deceit and satisfaction. I watched this man hump
her over and over. It was as if it would never stop. He pounded her
while he grunted and groaned.

I watched him lift her legs up high so that they hung over his
shoulders, something she claimed to be too soar or too uncomfortable
for me to ever do with her. I saw his back arch as he thrust deep
inside her with his magnificent muscle toned coppery flesh. He was
coming. He was letting his seed go inside her. She moaned heavily and
I could tell this took her to another orgasm.

I couldn't take it. My head felt dizzy and light and was spinning. I
could here her giggling under her panting breath. I looked over one
last time through my bleary eyes to see her smile at me again. I could
see her mouth move as if she was saying something to me, but I
couldn't hear her. I blacked out.

*	*	*	*	*	*	*

Waking was as difficult now as it had been any other day. My head hurt
worse. The bed next to me was empty. The visions from earlier quickly
filled my head. I sprung to my feet accepting the dizziness in my head
as best I could. I grabbed some shorts and ran downstairs. There was
my wife cleaning the kitchen as usual. She looked over and smiled,
kissed me as usual and resumed her duties as usual as if nothing were
wrong. I sat at the kitchen table stunned and confused. My head felt
dizzy again.

"Hon are you alright?"

I looked up at her with my vision getting hazy again. I no sooner
blacked out again.

*	*	*	*	*	*	*

I woke up to a similar horrid site. Though this time I was standing
against the door of the bedroom. There was this man again violating my
wife. She was enveloped in his pleasures. This time though her face
was pressed against the pillow with some of the bed sheets clasped
between her teeth. Her naked bottom exposed to the sky with him
mounting her from behind as an animal in the wild would do. I tried to
scream at them but my mouth was gagged. The familiar pain crept into
my head again as I realized I was somehow bound to the door.

This man plowed is cock into her from behind, extracting moans and
grunts of pleasure from my wife. Her eyes opened briefly to look at me
with her same devilish smile. His cock was huge, easily the size of a
large banana. He plunged it deep into her cunt repeatedly. This time
he glanced at me and smiled with the same smile she had.

Her mouth moved to say something. I couldn't hear it through the angry
raged voices in my head. I watched his member come in and out, and in
and out and in and out. My own cock betrayed me again and began to
swell. I was enraged. I wanted to touch myself to the pleasures taking
place before me and pleasure myself to it but my hands couldn't move.
I watched him swat at her ass making a loud slapping sound that I
could for some reason hear so clearly. But I could tell this hurt her
as she mouthed the words no.

I could hear the sloppy wet sounds of her cunt and his cock slamming
together. Her moans grew and grew. Then he stopped for a moment and
removed his cock from her pussy and inched back a little from her. She
gasped. His hand guided his cock up higher to her ass.

I squirmed to get free. I wanted to stop this violation of her ass so
tight and so tender. He slid his cock in with ease. No resistance
whatsoever. It was as if she was used to it. Like she was expecting it
but at the same time she cried. She sighed and I watched her body
shudder instantly in orgasm as his eight inch cock slid to the hilt
deep in her asshole.

He thrust slowly at first. Slowly enough that I could here the
moisture of the two bodies similar to that of a cream squirting from a
bottle of oil. He sped up, now pounding her with so much force she had
to place her hands on the wall above the bed to stop from being
drilled into the bed. She soon gave and was flat on her stomach as her
ass engulfed his hard cock. I watched him shake in one last deep
thrust. His body came to rest on top of her with his butt clenching
quickly releasing the last of his come into her ass. She cried and
could here her trail off mumbling that it hurt as if she couldn't tell
the beast had finished raping her ass. They both sighed and drifted
off as I blacked out.

*	*	*	*	*	*	*

Another morning came. Another series of aches revived themselves in my
body. The images of my last period of consciousness drilled their way
into my head. Only this time I realized my cock was sore. What had the
done to me? I knew that I was being bound and drugged...or so I
thought.

How long had this been going on? My wife entered the room naked. I
could smell the sex on her. I started to open my mouth but she shushed
me immediately with her finger and said rest. She said something I
could not quite make out. I dozed for a minute and when I opened my
eyes she was gone.

The alarm was going off. I struggled through my routine and headed to
work. I was no good at the office. My boss was upset and worried about
me and sent me home letting me know to stay home until I was better or
got some help.

I arrived home and opened up the liquor cabinet. I hated the stuff but
I needed a drink now. I called my wife on the cell phone as I poured
rum into a tall glass of ice. There was no answer. I went to the
bedroom, hoping to find evidence of the deceitful frolicking that had
been taking place.

I opened the closet and found nothing. I searched everywhere and found
nothing. I was exhausted from my lack of rest and passed out on the
bed.

*	*	*	*	*	*	*

There was the thumping again. I was still on the bed. There was my
wife with this monsters cock in her ass again. This time she was on
top riding him like pony in the wild. Her hair flailed around her
wildly. She was in another place now. A place of euphoria. I could
here her call him pet names and such. It drove me wild. I was in the
fetal position again unable to move.
Then suddenly the monster sat up tossing my wife onto her back in one
motion. He started to drill his cock into her harder and harder. She
started to scream. I could hear her tell him to slow down and that it
hurt. He continued. She pleaded with him to take it out of her ass in
this position and that it hurt too much, but instead her begging
encouraged him even more. He ripped into her asshole, spreading it
wide. This close I could see lubricant around her ass and his cock,
slurping away vigorously. She started to cry and he slapped her.

I strained to get free. I couldn't. My binds were solid as if I had
cement poured around my extremities. My cock began to get hard again
as it was nestled partly between me and the sheets. The motion they
created on the bed stimulated my cock to the point I felt that I would
orgasm. I tried to fight it but then I was coming on my own.

At the same time the beast had pulled his cock out and had shoved it
in my wife's mouth under her protest and thrust harder in her throat
than he had ever in her pussy or ass. She was gagging and in pain.
Come spurted from the sides of her mouth and started to come out of
her nose as he released his seed between her lips. His cock was
glistening, so wet from her spit and saliva mixing with his come.

I watched her gag repeatedly, coughing up come and gobs of saliva as
she finally got free of his penis in her mouth. She looked at me wide
eyed and in horror with tears pouring from her eyes. I saw her mouth
move again to say something. I felt the wetness around my own cock and
fell off to sleep.

*	*	*	*	*	*	*

I awoke in the same position I had fallen asleep in. She still lay
there in the same position. He was gone. She was silent and breathing
deeply. My binds were gone. I reached out to touch her. Her eyes shot
open. She looked scared and told me not to touch her. She started to
yell at me for raping her. I yelled back that I did nothing. I wanted
to stop it.

She called me a crazy ass bastard and slapped me as she sat up. I sat
up with her and called her a bitch. I was angry. I was upset and
crying. I was confused as to why she was accusing me of the horrid
treatment.

As she yelled I felt my headache coming back, but the dizziness was
gone. My cock started to stir as she yelled in my face in so much
anger her naked breast bobbed up and down. I started thinking of
fondling her breasts. My reached out to touch them as my cock sprung
fully to life. She smacked my hand away and I quickly grabbed her face
by the jaw and was on my knees pulling her face to my cock. I squeezed
her cheeks forcing her to open her mouth and thrust my penis inside. I
thrust so hard it knocked her backwards as I went with the flow and
was on top of her face fucking her mouth. Feeling the pleasures the
beast had earlier. She started to cry again. I thrust harder and
harder. She moaned out screams muffled by my cock.

I removed my dick from her orifice and rolled her over. She tried to
get up but I grabbed her hair and pushed her down. My cock was raging
hard. With no lubricant, I could only think of my anger and rage as I
shoved my cock into her ass with no hesitation. Her body buckled under
me as she let out a scream of intense pain. Her nails clawed at my
sides, which only drove me further and further on.

I fucked her ass, thinking of the horrid beast that fucked her ass
that belonged to me. Her ass became looser as I fucked away nearing an
orgasm. She tried to rise again, but was instead met with my hand
across the back of her head. I held her hands down and raped my wife's
ass. As I started to come in her ass I realized the who the monster
was I had been seeing all along, then it all went black again.

*	*	*	*	*	*	*

I awoke in Mayfield Hospital for the mentally insane. My headaches
were gone. The lights were bright. My wife sat in the chair across
from my bed and just stared at me. I didn't remember a thing.

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