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A Wife's Mistake, A Husband's Nightmare

                           By Not My Story
                         notmystory@kc.rr.com



Many of you have probably read my first story "A Husband's
Mistake, A Wife's Nightmare." Well I never would have thought it
was true myself, but it has been said there is a little truth in
every story well that story was written about a little truth in
my own life. I had found my wife having an online affair, when I
wrote that story I thought that was all it was, and that it was
over. I was wrong and last week she took it to the next level.
Although I was able to stop it, before it went any further, I
need to write this story now, before I can move on with any of my
others. I have included some of the actual E-mails between my
wife and her online man. She swears that I put an end to it,
before they ever actually met. This is a hard story to write, but
I need to do it at this time. Part of me says he apparently
didn't know she was married. Then there is the other part of me
that say to. Well here's the story.

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WARNING:

This story is mostly fiction, and should be treated as such. The
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult,
or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it
is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Not My Story. Reposting
or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the
express, written permission of the author, except that it may be
posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access,
noncommercial archive sites.

DISCLAIMER:

All characters are partly fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone,
either alive Or dead, is purely incidental.

Please!  Send me your comments!

Email to notmystory@kc.rr.com

Thanks to Ted E. Bear for all his help with this story.
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                   A Wife's Mistake, A Husband's Nightmare
                         By Not my story



How it all started.

My wife and I had been married for eleven years when I found her
chatting with other men on the Internet. I hadn't been the best
husband in the world. Hell to tell you the truth, I was probably
one of the worst, and had probably given her every reason to
leave me. I drove her away from me, more than anything else, in
our almost fifteen year relationship. I loved her, and had never
been unfaithful to her. I would do anything for her, to keep our
marriage together.

At first, she denied ever having done anything inappropriately in
the chat room. It was only after I caught her red handed, did she
confess to her cyber infidelity. I was hurt by what she had done,
and began to write a story to vent my feelings on the matter. She
promised me that it was over, and that she would stop, but you
must understand that she never really wanted to agree to stop,
and only did so, because I forced her to promise that she would
stop doing this. Well, obviously she didn't stop, she continued.
She found someone in a chat room who called himself Nate_dehl,
whom she professed her love to, and had cyber sex with him
continually.

One night, when I caught her chatting with him, I forced her to
allow me to do all of the things to her that she, and her online
lover, discussed. As he typed, I did those things to her. It was
strange and different. She swore to me that night that it would
end. But again she lied, only a month or two later, I caught her
going to the library to chat with her men on line. She told me
that she had only continued to do it, because I had told her that
she had to stop and that I wasn't her boss. Well needless to say,
she continued. One day in late October, or early November, while
taking our son to class, I found another phone card in her car,
that I just happened to be driving in that day, because my car
was in the shop getting brakes. My curiosity was peaked, so I
searched her car, and found six more phone cards, with a total of
over 3,000 minutes on them.

When I got home, I went through her purse, and found three more.
I then confronted her, telling her that I had found "a" phone
card in her car. She played dumb, claiming that she didn't know
where it had come from. So with this knowledge, I called her
bluff, producing the other cards that I had found in her car,
plus the ones that I had discovered in her purse.

She begged for my forgiveness, and told me that I had forced her
to go to this extreme, of sneaking around behind my back. I
listened to her, and accepted her word, when she swore that she
would never contact this person again. I should have known
something was up, however, when she refused to give me any
details about the person that she had been making the long
distance calls to. I wanted to believe that it was over between
them, but over the next several months I found more phone cards,
and she always swore that they wore old, and that she had indeed
stopped.

When we fought, she would always say that she wanted to leave me,
that she couldn't live this way anymore, with me constantly
checking up on her, and that she wanted a divorce. I would beg
her each time for her forgiveness, telling her that I would do
anything to keep our family together. I promised to do anything
that she asked and I did, but she still seemed distant and cold.

I guess that I should tell you a little about my wife. She is 33,
and is really very beautiful. It's not just my opinion, as I have
several friends who consider her very pretty as well. She is a
very short, petite woman, who wears just a size six. She has long
brown hair, that hangs all the way to the small of her back.
Several months ago, she went and had her hair highlighted, which
makes her hair look even better. She's only a 34-B, but on her
small body, they look just right.

Five days before she took off on me, she yelled at me for three
hours straight, telling me how much she hated me, and how
horrible I was. I listened to her ranting and raving, but never
got angry with her, as that only seemed to make her even angrier.
She wanted me to call it quits, instead of her doing so, but I
wouldn't do it and make things easier on her. Two days before she
left, she went and got her hair done again, and also a complete
make over. She had never had so much done to her before at the
beauty salon. She even had her eyebrows plucked, along with
getting the highlights in her hair redone. She looked better than
she ever had.

Then she left. I came home and found a note. She had seduced me
earlier in the day, to make sure that I wouldn't come by her
place of work that day. I should have known that she was up to
something, as she had never instigated sex before. Duh! She told
me that we could have sex right now, if I wouldn't come by the
pizza parlor that morning, as I had told her that I had planned
to do.

I read her note, and it said over and over again, that she just
needed some time to herself. She had a week of vacation coming,
and she was taking it. She hadn't told me about it, but she'd be
back soon. She claimed that she didn't like the person that she
had become, and just needed the time to herself to find her true
self. She spoke of how she had never dealt with the recent death
of both of her parents, plus having to take care of her brother.
She also mentioned several times about how she would just be by
herself, and that I had nothing to worry about. But I was plenty
worried.

I immediately tried to call her, as I was troubled by how she had
never even mentioned our son in her letter, and how now all of
the pieces of her recent strange behavior fell into place. I
called her cell phone repeatedly, but she never answered it. I
called and found that our son was still at the sitters.

I picked him up, and went to where she worked. I knew that she
still had her cell phone on, and if she wouldn't answer it for
me, maybe she would for them. She picked up the call on the
second ring, and was angry that I had called her from there, but
agreed to call me on my cell phone, if I left the pizza parlor.
She called me back before I left the store, and we began to talk
as I left her place of employment.

She continued to tell me that she wasn't doing anything wrong,
and that I had nothing to worry about, but I knew better. I had
checked on our bank account and she had taken out almost a
thousand dollars, not even leaving me enough to pay our bills,
especially the ones that she had incurred recent on her spending.
spree. I got even more worried when she told me that she would
call her boss, and tell him to give me her check in two days, on
their pay day. I asked her why I would have to get her check, if
she wasn't going anywhere? When I asked her if she was still in
town, she insisted that she was, and that she wasn't going
anywhere, even as she refused to tell me where she was.

I knew then that she was lying to me, and asked her to call me
from a pay phone in our area code to prove it, but she refused. I
begged her to meet me for lunch the next day, and she reluctantly
agreed to do so. As we were hanging up, she agreed to answer the
phone if I called, but she didn't answer the phone when I called
back, at the time that we had agreed that I would call her. She
had told me that she would pick me up at noon the next day, and
when she didn't show up, I called in sick, my worst fears having
been confirmed by her blowing our appointment off.

Not only didn't she answer her phone, but now she had even turned
it off. I drove around and finally found her car parked in front
of her brother's house. Inside of it I found an empty bag from a
store, with a receipt showing that she had bought a card, new
bikini panties, and new bra's, along with several items of
make-up. She had never worn bikini briefs in her entire life, and
hadn't bought herself a new bra in years. She had make-up at
home, that I had bought for her nearly every Christmas, but she
"never" wore it. After checking with her brother, and convinced
that he knew nothing, I was sure that she had left town to meet
some man.

I returned home, and began to search through everything, taking
an inventory of what she took. I was shocked that she had taken
every sexy outfit that I had ever bought her, but that she had
refused to wear for me. Instead, when she was with me, she would
wear her stupid little pizza uniform, on all but her days off. On
her days off, she wore only a different shirt, but the same khaki
pants that she wore to work every day. In my search, I found her
wedding ring hidden away nicely. I had never known her to take it
off before, and was now really concerned that our marriage was
over.

Next I searched her car again, and found that she had left all of
the contents of her purse in a box, having taken only her
driver's license, while leaving all other forms of her ID behind.
I was worried, and determined to stop her, before she did
something that we would both regret. I began a search of the
computers in the house, and found an email address. It was a
Yahoo account that I didn't recognize, it was
nrwlovesngz@yahoo.com, after trying to access it, with the few
passwords that I knew that she used, I was in. I found E-mails
dating back to October, to someone else on Yahoo that she had
meet in the WWE chat room. This person, called himself XXXXXXXX
or XXXX in the chat rooms. She didn't even watch wrestling, so I
was shocked, as I read some of her emails, that she was very
conversant in who's who in wrestling, holds, moves, etc. She
talked to him in ways that she had never talked to me. I had
never heard her say things like this.

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An actual E-mail

XXXX,

I hope u are alone while you are reading this, or we both might
get embarrassed. I had the best dream this afternoon, & I even
needed to have smoke after I woke up. I had come up to see you,
and we went back to my hotel to drop off my stuff, before going
out, but we never quite made it out. I went in to take a shower,
a nice hot shower. When I turned around, there you were. I leaned
up against the shower wall, and you spread my legs. DAMN! You
really knew how to use your tongue, as you made me cum four times
as the hot water ran over the two of us. My knees were so weak,
that I thought I might even collapse. After you made me cum
several times, I changed places with you, and I took your hard
shaft into my mouth, giving you the same kind of pleasure that
you had given me. Then you carried me into the bedroom, and I
climbed on top of you, sliding onto your very hard and thick
staff, and rode you. I started out slowly, but then got faster
and harder. I moved your hands up to massage my hardening
nipples. Then I leaned down and we shared a very passionate
French kiss. After we both came, we switched places, and you got
on top of me. You bent my knees way up, so that you could bury
yourself deeper into me than I could ever imagine feeling a cock
inside of me. Like when I was on top, you started out slowly, but
quickly got faster and pounded me harder. It felt so good,
looking up into your eyes, and knowing that I had truly found
love. Then you wanted to switch again, so I got up on my hands
and knees like a bitch, as you entered me from behind. It felt so
good, and you were so hard, that I could have melted. I felt you
pounding my pussy like it was never pounded before. I even came
harder than I've ever cum before. Afterwards, we had to order up
room service, because after all of that s*x, we were both too
exhausted to go out for dinner. We laid around and held each
other, for what seemed like forever.

Then of course I suddenly woke up, and realized that it was all
just another dream. I know that sex isn't the only reason u want
me to come up to see you. If I thought that it was, I wouldn't
waste my time or money, but I know that it is so much more for
the both of us, that's why I want to come up now, more thanever.

Love Always,

Nikki

PS. I actually went out this afternoon and bought my ticket. So I
hope u are really ready to meet me really soon.

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After reading this I almost died. How could she? I continued
looking at what she had sent him.

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Nikki Wagner <nrwlovesngz@yahoo.com> wrote: Date: Thu, 12 Dec
2002 12:58:14 -0800 (PST) From: Nikki Wagner Subject: I hope u
are alone when you read this To: XXXXXXXX@yahoo.com

Hey Babe,

I just thought that I would write you about a dream that I had
last night. I was able to fall right to sleep, after we hung up
with each other last night. I love you so very much, and I don't
want you to ever be afraid to ask me or to say anything to me.
Well I guess that I'll try and put my dream into words so here it
goes.

Well I came up to see you finally, and we spent a very long day
out, seeing the sights of your wonderful city. Then we get back
to my hotel room and I went in to take a shower and change. But
when I got into the shower, I turned around and you were standing
right there next to me, and just as naked as I was. We started
French kissing and are massaging each other, as the hot water ran
all over us. As you played with my tits, my nipples got real hard
under your insistent finger tips. I ended up against the shower
wall, with you on your knees, eating me out like I've never been
eaten out before. After a while I decided that I shouldn't have
all of the fun, so we traded places, as I got down onto my knees,
and gave you a very good blow job. As I got you hard, the water
was starting to get cold, but we barely noticed it, due to the
intense passion of the moment. I took your hard cock into my
mouth, with very long, deep strokes, as I bobbed my head up and
down on your shaft. With you still in a very erect state, we
quickly adjourned to the bedroom for more interesting action. I
pushed you down on the bed, and climbed on top of you. I started
out slow, but was soon fucking you faster and harder. I reached
down and moved your hands up to my breasts. You massaged them
tenderly, then leaned up and kissed them. I then leaned down, and
we French kissed for a few moments. Then I moved my hands behind
me, for support so that I could ride you even faster and harder.
Then we rolled over, with you on top of me. Since we'd been going
at it for a while, you just pounded me fast and hard, driving me
crazy with lust. It went on like this all night long, with us
making sweet, passionate love. Then, what felt like early
morning, we fell asleep in each other's arms. What made it so
special, was that we were truly in love with each other, and it
wasn't just the sex, it was really love.

Love

Nikki

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Reading what she had written to him killed me, and I knew that
she may very well be doing exactly what she had written to him,
with him right now. I suddenly wished that I was dead.

I was determined to find her, and stop it. I did an online search
of her cell phone records, and found where she had called him
several times since last August. I found a number indicating that
he was in Winnipeg Canada. I didn't hesitate, as I loved her, and
wanted her back. I had no choice, I had to stop her, so I called
the number.

The phone rang twice, and then he answered. I said, "Hello. You
don't know me, but I think that you know my wife. She calls
herself Nikki, and you would have met her in the WWE chat room.
She goes by the screen name Nickkipizzagirl."

There was silence on the other end of the line, so I continued,
"I'm her husband, and I love her very much. We have a nine year
old son, and we both love her, and want her back. Do you know who
I am talking about?" I asked.

"Yes." came the reply.

"Is she with you now." I asked.

"No. No one's with me right now." came his reply.

"I know that she told you that she loves you, but do you love
her?" I asked.

"No." he replied.

"I want you to know that her son and I both love her very much,
and want her back. We don't want her to do anything stupid, as we
love her, and want our family back together." I said, nowcrying.

"I don't know how I got in the middle of this shit." he said, as
the phone went dead.

At this point, I didn't know what to think, and I didn't know
what my wife was doing, and worse, what she might have already
done. I cried, and wondered what she was doing just then.

Then my dark imagination set in. Even after I called him, I heard
nothing from my wife. I didn't know that only minutes before my
call, that she had called him, telling him that she had finally
arrived at the hotel. Having just gotten off of a twenty-six hour
bus ride, that was supposed to taken only nineteen hours. She had
given him the address of her hotel, and he had told her that he
would meet her there.

However, after my call, he began to feel betrayed. He was hurt by
her lies, and his hurt turned to anger. His first thought was to
leave her just sitting there, never going over to meet her. As he
fumed in his anger, he decided why not go, and have his way with
her. He knew that she was willing, and he had seen a picture of
her, that she had sent to him. Seeing a sure piece of pussy, he
couldn't think of a good reason not to have her sexually, before
leaving her.

As he took the bus over to meet her, his anger continued to
mount, and he knew that he would make her pay for this. She had
lied to him all along, and he had had some feelings for her, but
now they had now all turned to anger.

He met her in the lobby, recognizing her immediately from her
photos. She was dressed in a short black skirt, with a white
satin top, revealing her pierced navel and flat stomach. She was
truly gorgeous. To his surprise, at least she hadn't lied about
her appearance, although the way that he had described himself to
her, wasn't what she had expected at all, he could tell from the
look on her face. But that was tough shit, considering all of her
lies.

After forcing himself into some polite small talk with her, he
suggested that they go back to her room, hoping to live out some
of her E-mails about their first real encounter. They had talked
about this moment on the phone for hours. All of the things that
they had wanted to do to each other. His anger with her grew, as
she suggested that they go get something to eat instead, choosing
not to go back to her room with him just yet.

Reluctantly, he agreed, and took her to his favorite bar and
grill. Although only twenty four, he was quite an experienced
drinker, and as he learned quickly, she *had* told him the truth,
when she had told him that she didn't drink. He convinced her
that she would like the strawberry daiquiris, and she agreed to
try it. After he coaxed her into drinking the first one, he
ordered her a second one within thirty minutes of their arrival.
After talking with her, he was now sure by her standoffish
nature, that she wouldn't allow him back into her hotel room.
That had been another of her many lies, she was a just tease, he
thought to himself.

Having gotten her to drink two daiquiris in the first forty
minutes, he approached the bar to get her another drink. When he
ordered it, he asked his friend the bartender, to make this one a
really strong one. When he returned to the table, he gave her the
drink. As she was already feeling the effects of the first two,
she pushed this one away.

He asked her, "What's wrong with the drink?" in a hurt and
confused manor.

She replied, "Nothing. It's just that I'm not used to drinking,
and don't want to get sick or drunk."

When their food arrived, he had her try his entre. It was a very
spicy dish, too spicy for her sensitive palette. After taking
just a mouthful, her mouth was on fire, and so she drank down her
third drink, in several long sips, trying to cool her tongueoff.

When he returned to the bar, he ordered her another one just like
the last one, and a shot of vodka for himself. As he made his way
back to the table, he added the vodka to the daiquiri, and mixed
them together. He would claim his prize one way or another.

Handing her the drink, he kept a watch over her, as she finished
her food, but never drank a drop of the daiquiri. As they
continued their conversation, the affects of the alcohol on her
were quickly becoming obvious to him. Her pupils became dilated,
her speech was slurred, and she needed to lean her head on her
arm, to support its seemingly growing weight.

With dinner now finished, he pressured her into finishing her
drink, so that they could go. After repeatedly telling him no,
and refusing to drink it, he finally told her that it had cost
him $8. Feeling guilty, and being a little drunk already, she
finally took the drink, and slowly finished it, unable to taste
the extra ingredient in it this time.

As she stood to leave with him, she almost fell over, in her
three inch tall heels. He leaned in closer to her, as she closed
her eyes. She stood there trying to regain her sense of balance.
He moved in, and pulled her arm over his shoulder, and waited for
her reaction. When she did nothing but exhale deeply, he knew
that he had her.

"Lets get you back to your hotel. You don't look so good." he
said to her, grabbing her purse from the back of her chair, as he
led her to the door.

Once they hit the door, she pulled away from him, doubled over
and vomited right where she was standing.

"Oh that's bad!" he said, patting her on the back, as she spit
the taste from her mouth.

"You gonna be ok?" he asked, as she stood up.

"I don't know." she replied "I don't really feel too good, do you
have some aspirins?" she asked.

"No. But why don't you have a seat here," he said, pointing to a
bench on the sidewalk. "and I'll go across the street to get you
some." pointing to a drugstore across the street.

"Thanks." she said, as he helped her to the bench.

Still carrying her purse, he crossed the street and entered the
store. No sooner than he had entered the stored, than he opened
her purse and began rummaging through it. He found what he was
looking for quickly, and pulled her driver's license out from her
purse. It confirmed her lies to him. Her real name was Marie, she
was 33, not 24 as she had told him, and she didn't live at the
address that she had given him. He continued his inspection of
the contents, finding make-up, $600 US dollars, and over $200
hundred Canadian. He also found two notes, one addressed to him,
telling him that she couldn't see him anymore, and that she had
to met him, just to end it in person. The other one was addressed
to me, telling me why she had to go and meet him, to end it, so
that our marriage could get better, and she could be happy again.
His anger grew his thoughts for revenge upon her, for her
deceptions and lies.

As he thumbed thru the rest of purse, he found the two key cards
for her hotel room. Taking one card from her purse, he placed it
in his pocket. A plan began to form in his mind. Walking down the
pain relief aisle, he picked up some Tylenol PM. Reading it's
warning about not taking it with alcohol, he grabbed it and
headed right for the register. Waiting to be checked out, he saw
a disposable camera display, and another idea popped into his
mind, as he grabbed two of the 24 exposure cameras, a tin of
Altoids, and a bottle of Diet Coke.

As he walked back to her, his mind was filled with all of the
things that he wanted to do to this lying bitch. Handing her the
Diet Coke and two of the Tylenols, he politely said, "Here you
go. I hope these help."

Looking down at the two pills that he had handed her, she looked
up groggily, and asked for two more, complaining about how bad
she felt. He happily reached into his pocket, and pulled out two
more of the pills, handing them to her. She quickly downed the
four pills, as he flagged down a cab.

Once in the cab, he moved closer to her, but she pulled away and
placed her arm down between them, to keep him away. He was
annoyed by her actions, and asked her to allow him to get closer.
She rebuffed his advances, but it was of no real concern to him,
as he would have his way with her soon enough. The fifteen minute
ride back to the hotel, was almost too much for her, as she had
to force herself to stay awake.

He insisted that she let him walk her back to her room, and as
she pulled her remaining key card from her purse, she told him
that she didn't feel well, and needed to be alone. He told her
that it wasn't a problem, and that he just wanted to make sure
that she got to her room safely. As he held the door open for
her, he watched her walk over and collapse on the bed.
"Goodnight." she told him, motioning for him to leave. He gladly
allowed the door to close behind him, as he told her that he
hoped that she felt better, in his kindest voice. After the door
closed, he waited to see if she came back over to lock the swing
lock. As he heard nothing, he knew that she was out cold.

Happy that everything was going as planned, he walked down to the
lobby, and asked the receptionist to call a cab for him. He had
the cab take him on the twenty minute drive back to his house. He
then went into his house to gather his things. He made it a point
to tell his mother, with whom he still lived, that he was tired
and was going to bed. In his room he filled his bag with the
items for his plan, then left through the window, making sure
that no one saw him.

He returned to the hotel, walking in through one of the back
doors, carefully making sure that no one saw him entering again.
He looked around, to make sure that there were no surveillance
cameras, which could catch a glimpse of him reentering the hotel,
usually with a time and date stamp on it. Confident that no one,
or thing, had observed him coming back into the hotel, he
stealthily walked up to her room. He slipped the key card into
the lock, and waited for the sound of the clicking release of the
door. He slipped into her room, and noticed that the light was
still on, and found her lying face down on the bed. She really
hadn't moved much in the hour that he had been gone.

He approached her as quietly as he could, and he pulled the roll
of duct tape from his bag, afraid that he would need it soon. As
he leaned over to check her breathing, he inadvertently knocked
her purse from the where it had been lying on her bed. As it hit
the ground, her keys and the other contents spilled out, making a
loud noise, as they rattled around on the floor. He jumped back,
fearing that she would awaken, but to his surprise, she didn't
move at all, and appeared to be impervious to the noise around
her. Deciding to test this theory further, he ripped a twelve
inch piece of the duct tape from the roll, and she still didn't
move a muscle. He ripped off another piece, and then another, but
she didn't move a muscle, she was dead to the world. He ripped a
few more pieces off, just to be safe, applying each to the end of
the of the night stand, so that he could easily grab them, when
they were needed.

Feeling more comfortable and relaxed, he began to search around
her room. He found only a duffle bag, and small handbag in the
room. He began rummaging through the handbag, and found a
portable MP3 player, a few CD's and some tabloids. Next he moved
onto her duffle bag, and found her new panties and bras, with the
tags still on them. He then began looking at the clothes that she
had brought with her.

He admired the thin black slip, the two piece swim suit, and the
short black skirt that he had pulled from the bag. As he
continued, his excitement grew, as he found a lovely black lace
negligee, and then a pair of jeans and deep V-cut white shirt.
Digging to the bottom of the bag, he found a thin sun dress, and
a pair of black pants, with a couple of blouses to go along with
it.

Going thru the side pocket of the duffle bag, he found her
toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo, razors, and body wash. Finding
nothing else to search through, his attention now turned to
Marie. He slowly approached her, and touched the back of her leg
with his hand. She made no move and was apparently unaffected by
his touch. He then ran his fingers up her legs, and between her
thighs, yet she was still unaffected by his explorations. Next he
stood next to her head, and began tapping on her shoulders, she
crinkled her nose, but made no other moves.

As his confidence grew, he pushed her over from lying on her
front, to lying on her back. She moved her head from one side to
the other, but showed no signs of coming to. With a huge smile on
his face, he grabbed his digital camera from the bag, along with
one of the disposable cameras that he had purchased earlier. He
took a few shots from each of the cameras, hoping that the flash
wouldn't wake her up. Still lifeless, he began to take her shoes
off. With no signs of her being disturbed by his undressing her,
he then began to remove her satin blouse, slowly unbuttoning it.

Once he had gotten all the buttons on her blouse undone, he began
pulling it open, to allow him a full view of her chest. Her head
moved slightly, and her lips parted, scaring him into pulling
away.

Thinking that was a little too close for comfort, he moved away
from her, retrieving the contents from his bag. He pulled the
thin leather belt from it and one of her new pairs of panties
from her bag, He then took several lengths of rope, that he had
brought with him, and began tying them to the corners of the bed.
Once he had tied a length of rope to each corner of the bed, he
pulled two pair of old handcuffs from his bag, they wore old and
cheap toys from his childhood, and both were made of steel, thus
they strong nevertheless. He had broken the safety release of
them many years before. He no longer had a key, but could easily
open them with a paper clip.

Tying a handcuff to each side of the headboard ropes, he
cautiously took one of her hands, and placed it in the cuff,
slowly locking it into place around her wrist, one click at a
time. She tried to move her arm to her face, but merely turned to
her side, when she was unsuccessful. He cautiously grabbed the
matching ankle, and using one of his ties that he had brought,
wrapped it around her leg before tightening it and then securing
the rope to it.

He stood back and decided that he needed more photos, to document
his conquest of this bitch.  After capturing his handiwork from
multiple angles, he went to the bag, and retrieved a pair of
scissors. Using the scissors, he slowly snipped her blouse up the
short sleeve to her collar. Once free, he pulled it off of her
other shoulder, as she slept on her side. Now she was exposed,
her tits were only covered by a lacy white bra. He quickly
returned to snapping photos of her unconscious body, spread out
before him.

Since she had made no effort to move in several minutes, he
decided to push his luck, and pushed her back over onto her back.
Her head turned, and he thought that she would awaken, but her
eyes never opened, even as her restrained arm tried to pull free.
As soon as her movement stopped, he pulled her free arm above her
head, to the other cuff, and quickly locked it in place. She
still had not awakened, and he had her almost totally secured.

Moving to her legs apart, he pulled her skirt up, and onto her
belly. Seeing her in just her pristine white panties, he snipped
them down one side, and then the other. Tossing the scissors to
the floor, he began to gently pull on the panties, trying to work
them out from underneath her.

His latest efforts though, were enough to wake her. He was
startled when she started to speak softly. "What? Stop?" she
moaned under her breath.

Taking no chances he yanked the panties out from under her, no
longer trying to not to wake her. Then he grabbed the thin � inch
belt, and jumped to the head of the bed. Standing over her face,
he stuffed her panties into her mouth, and then used her belt to
secure them in place, having to force the buckle into the leather
to make a new hole in it, in order to hold it in tightly.

As he shoved her panties into her mouth, her eyes shot wide open
with fear. He could hear her muffled cries and screams, under his
make shift gag, but knew that it couldn't be heard by anyone
else. He had her now, just as he had planned, just eight hours
ago, he never would have thought himself capable of such an act,
but yet that was exactly what he was doing now. He had been
driven to this point by his anger, his sense of betrayal, his
sense of hurt. She had made him do this, and now she would pay.

Her free leg flailed about, kicking wildly, even as she pulled on
her bonds with her other limbs. Her whimpers were barely audible
over his laughter. He looked down at her and laughed, groping her
tits, as he leered at her rudely.

"You bitch! You've been lying to me for six months! What did you
think, that I wouldn't find out?" he growled at her. "Your
husband called, he told me about you, and he was right. Do you
know what it's like to be lied to by someone? You lied about
everything! Your name's not Nikki, it's Marie?" he gritted his
teeth, his anger boiling "You don't have a daughter, and you're
sure as shit not 26. You told me that you loved me, and that we
would be together, but you just came here to fuck with me, you
evil bitch!"

He tried to calm himself down, feeling that he was about to blow
a blood vessel, as his anger built. "You talked about what you
wanted to do when we first met, but I guess that was a lie too.
Well guess what we're gonna do it anyway." he smirked, as he
spoke. "I don't now this Marie person, but Nikki and me, we have
plans of what we're going to do, and I think that it's time that
we got started on our plans." as he pinched her nipple roughly.

As he lost his cool, he grabbed her bra and ripped it off of her
chest. In a frenzy, he then reached down, and grabbed her skirt,
which met the same fate as her bra. She now lay before him, one
leg flailing about, nude and scared. He watched happily, as the
tears rolled down her face. Not wanting the distraction, he
grabbed her free leg and sat on it. Next he tied another of his
neck ties to it, then running the rope, which was attached to the
bed, through the tie, he pulled her legs as far apart as they
would go, before tying the rope tightly, to insure that she stay
spread eagled.

He stood back and admired his handiwork for several minute before
he remembered the cameras. Her crying intensified, as she saw him
photographing her naked body. After getting several shots from
all angles, including a few close-ups, he put the cameras down
and announced. "The time has come at last."

He made a ceremony of dropping his trousers to the floor, and
then his underwear. He was already hard, the excitement welling
inside of him. He would show her. She saw his cock hard and
glistening, a small trickle of precum already escaping it's head.
She looked at him in fear, she had thought of this moment the
fist time they would make love, but it had never seemed real. It
had all been make believe. It was never supposed to be like this
in any case. The person that she knew from the chat room and the
phone, would never do something like this to her.

She had been disappointed when she first saw him, and even before
she had gotten here, she had all but talked herself out of doing
anything with him. She had begun to feel guilty about cheating on
me, and she was way too shy to go through with it in person. She
had only made this trip to prove to herself that she could make
it on her own, and now look where she found herself.

He climbed on the bed, and without another word being said, he
moved between her legs. Without any concern for her comfort, he
rammed his cock into her dry cunt. His thrust where violent and
angry, he was raping her and she knew that he wanted her to know
it. He pounded away at her for several minutes before he emptied
his seed into her, for this, their first coupling. After he shot
his last squirt into her, he pulled out, and moved up to her
face. He then wiped his slick cock across her nose and face,
laughing the entire time.

Once satisfied that he had wiped all of the liquid off of his
prick, and onto her face, he collapsed next to her, breathing
heavy, while he recuperated, in order to use her again.

She lay there crying through her gag stuffed mouth. How could
this have

happened, she had only come here to end this relationship. She
had considered

having sex with him, but this was nothing like she had imagined
that it would

be. She had never thought Moses was capable of such acts of
depravity.  From his biblical name, to his charming and kind
sense of humor. She hadn't thought

that he would be capable of something this horrible. He watched
cartoons and

wrestling, and he had seemed so gentle and kind. She had
struggled both

mentally and physically with his assault. She had felt that she
would be

completely safe here with him.



Her husband had warned her of the terrible things that could
happen to her,

when had she gotten involved with strangers on the Internet. As
Moses' cum

dried on her face, she thought back to all of the things that she
had talked

to him about. They had spoken of their love for one another, and
how they

would spend the rest of their lives together. He had told her how
much he

loved her, and how much he wanted to have children with her. He
wanted to grow old with her, and show her all of the love that he
felt for her. But here she was, tied to a bed, having just been
raped.



Moses had rolled over, and began sucking on her left breast, as
he lay there

recuperating from his first rape of her. He began biting and
chewing on her

now erect nipple. She winced, as he continued to assault and
humiliate her.

She pulled on her bonds, praying for a way out.



He sucked and mauled her breast for the next twenty minutes, and
as he chewed it raw, she closed her eyes, laying there and hoping
that he would lose

interest in doing these horrible things to her. Soon his mouth
enveloped her

left breast, he began pinching and groping her right one.



He saw that she had closed her eyes, and he didn't like that, as
he wanted her

to see what he was doing to her. Still feeling angry and hurt, he
moved his

hand lower to her crotch. She bucked and tried to move away from
his snaking

hand, but her eyes never opened. He grabbed a handful of her tiny
pussy hairs,

and pulled them out of her skin.



Her eyes shot open in pain. "He's an animal." she thought to
herself. Her

entire body riddled with pain from his actions. As her tears
again streaked

down her cheeks, and muffled cries of misery escaped from her
gagged mouth.

He reached back down to her tormented mound, and grabbed another
handful of her pussy hairs.



He bit her nipple with as much force as he could, and she felt
for sure that he had bitten it off. As the pain in her breast
rocked her body, he ripped a second handful of her pubic hair out
of her body. She was going through a living hell, as he tortured
her. Her pain was compounded by her sense of betrayal. His glee
from watching her suffer, helped ease his own sense of her
betrayal. She would never forget him, he would make sure ofthat.



His efforts to inflict pain on her had excited him and he felt
his cock begin to harden. He moved his oral assault to her right
breast, as he began stroking his cock against her naked bound
body.



She glanced down at her left breast, now able to see the damage
that he had done to it. Already it had begun to show the signs of
his assault. As small hickey's circled her nipple, and the bite
marks, accented with blood spots, were clearly visible to her.
She dropped her head back to the mattress, just as he sunk his
teeth into her other nipple. She was going through hell, and she
feared that she would be scared for life, from his assaults.

 Feeling her squirming beneath him, had him ready to use her
again, and so he did. Moving between her legs, he slid into her
still slick cunt, for the second time. He pumped her mercilessly,
for what seemed to her like an eternity.



She felt him plunging into her pussy. He had been spearing into
her poor abused cunt for far too long. She was getting really
sore down there, and hoped that he would finish soon.

In spite of having cum some thirty minutes ago, he felt on the
verge of another climax, but wasn't able to obtain it. Looking
down at her, he saw her shaking her head, as her tears still
rolled down her face, as he rode her.

 She was laying there limply under him, no longer putting up any
struggle, just letting him have his way with her. Then another
idea hit him, and he slid his dick out of her cunt. A look of
relief swept over her face, glad to finally have his cock out of
her now sore pussy. He dropped down an inch or so, and then began
pushing his cock back into her, but this time into her virgin ass
hole.



Her eyes shot open again, as she felt his still hard cock
pressing at the entrance of her tightly puckered sphincter. As he
continued to punch at her anal eye, a sense of relief washed over
her, as she thought that between the angle that she was tied
into, and the tightness of her virgin opening, that he'd never
get his cock into her ass.



Undaunted by over five minutes of trying to break into her anal
bud, he realized that he was having problems, because of his
angle of attack, and decided to do something about it. He climbed
from between her legs and untied the rope from her left leg. He
pulled the leg up over her body, and tied the rope to the upper
rail of the head board. He then proceeded to do the same thing
with her right leg. The end result was that her ass was now
sticking up in the air, and her anal opening now clearly visible,
and easily penetrable.

She had tried to break free of him, as he moved her legs, but
they were too tired and stiff to put up any real resistance. She
found her new position even more uncomfortable, and it also made
it harder for her to breath.

 He climbed back onto the bed, standing on his knees, as he took
his still hard cock, and dipped it into her exposed cunt several
times, to lubricate it for his planned assault on her ass hole.
She grimaced under his weight, but could do nothing about it.

 He lined up his slimy cock with the entrance of her anus, and
began to push. She squirmed under his assault on her anus, but
there was simply no place to go. It took him less than a minute,
to penetrate her tight sphincter muscle, and also press an inch
or more of his shaft into her virgin ass hole. She panicked and
cried, under his newest assault. The pain of being taken for the
first time in her ass seemed unbearable.



He pushed in further and deeper, impaling her on his cock. She
tried to breath, but was having a lot of difficulty in doing so,
as his assault on her bent in half body continued. He had only
been in her ass a couple of minutes, before the tightness of her
anal passage caused him to explode inside of her. He grunted, as
he shot his gooey seed into her bowels, and as he did, she fell
into unconsciousness, from the lack of oxygen, due to her
inability to breath.



Seeing her lying there limply beneath him, he worried that she
might be dying or dead. He yanked at her gag, but was unable to
pull it free, until he loosened the buckle. Seeing that she was
still breathing, he relaxed again. Looking down at her
unconscious body, laying there in front of him, he was still
unsatisfied with her punishment for all of her lies to him.
Taking his cell phone from his bag, he made a few phone calls.

 As he sat there and waited for his friends to arrive, another
idea came to him. He went to the bath room, and turned on the hot
water, throwing a wash cloth into the sink to be heated up. He
then rummaged through her bag, and retrieved one of her razors,
and some shaving cream, then went back and got the now boiling
hot wash cloth from the sink. It was so hot, that he was barely
able to squeeze out the excess water. He quickly ran over to
where she was lying, and put the scalding hot cloth on her
crotch, to soften up the hair there.

 While the cloth was working into her pubic hair, he went back to
the bathroom, and brought the shaving implements back with him,
laying them down on the bed right below her crotch. He repeated
the hot water rag treatment two more times, and t '68en began to
shave her. First he put a generous amount of shaving cream on her
crotch, and then rubbed around, just as he would have down when
shaving his own face.

 He started with her belly, removing all of the hair between her
navel and the top of her slit. Then he got the hair around her
ass hole. Finally, he went to work on her crotch, the area around
her pussy. Since he didn't have a sink or something to put any
water in, he had to constantly get up go to the sink in the
bathroom, and rinse the razor off. When he thought that he had
gotten it all, he heated up the wash cloth again, and wiped the
excess shaving cream away.



He noticed that she still had a single hair here and there, and
made sure that he got even these barely visible signs that she
had ever had hair between her legs. When he was finally finished
shaving her, he looked down approvingly. She now looked just like
a little girl between her legs, with her thick pussy lips
completely visible, now that there wasn't the hair camouflage to
hide them. There wasn't even any sign of stubble, he had shaved
her completely smooth between her legs.



After washing away any loose hair, he took some of her lotion,
and rubbed it into her newly shaven mound, to make it glisten, as
if she had just been fucked and was covered in sweat down there.
As she still had cum, oozing from both her cunt and her ass, he
just had to get a picture of this. He retrieved his cameras and
began taking pictures of her newly shaven pussy and ass.

 She awoke to the now familiar feeling of a dick in her burning
cunt. As her mouth was now free of the gag, she began to whimper.
As she opened her eyes, she found herself in the darkness of some
sort of blindfold, and heard him say,

"I took your gag out. You make so much as a sound loader than a
whisper and I'll slit your fucking throat. You understand what
I'm telling you?" he said as she felt something cold and metal
slide across her neck.

 Marie nodded her understanding as she took note of the
sensations she felt. Her breast burned and ached under the
continued groping and biting they where getting. Her pussy was on
fire with pain, she felt like she had been raped a thousand
times. Her ass felt like it had been ripped in two the pain a
throbbing sensation that seemed to intensify with each passing
moment.  As she began surveying her situation thru the haze that
was her mind she began to piece things together. There where at
least two sets of hands groping her breast, someone raping her
cunt and a pair of hands squeezing her ass cheeks. Then she heard
Moses speak to her again.

 "Lift your head and have a drink." He ordered. Her throat
parched from having been gagged she did as he ordered and lifted
her head to sip. She found the liquid cool and refreshing
although unfamiliar in its taste. It was not good but it was
sweet and so therefore tolerable. She took several small sips but
soon found herself gulping the liquid down as Moses increased the
angle of the glass.

 Moses was intent that she would finish the drugged concoction
Robert had brought over. Robert had assured him this stuff would
make her passive to there actions and unable to remember what had
been done to her when she woke up. It was some sort of drug
cocktail including GHB, Ecstasy and who knew what else. But as
Robert put it "Who cares it works."

 Having drained the glass that had been put to her lips she took
the opportunity to speak quietly and ask a question.

"Who is here Moses?" she asked apprehensively afraid of his
answer.

"Nobody you need to worry about Nikki, I mean Marie." He said
"Now open you mouth." He said.

 Reluctantly .she did as he had ordered, instantly she felt
something cold and medal slip under her upper front teeth before
it was wedged in behind her lower teeth as well. As she
instinctively bit down she realized he had placed a medal ring
gag in her mouth and was now strapping it in place on her head.
She whimpered even more as he caught her hair in the buckle.

 Her concern over this new gag quickly eased as she felt the man
in her pussy pull out and begin to force himself into her tender
asshole. He was rough as rough as Moses had been on his first
assault but he was bigger in length and girth than Moses. She
felt herself stretched to new extremes. Her mind clouded and
foggy as it had begun to get made no move to escape as her hands
where freed. Here only conscious movements had this point had
been the huffs and whimpers she forced out of her restrained
mouth.

 With all of her limbs now free Moses began again taking another
series of pictures of her. This time his photos would show her
with a man fucking her, while another stuffed his semi erect cock
in her mouth, while still another man sucked and bit her nipples
and breast. She was not coherent anymore she was in a drugged
state of acceptance.

 In the next 6 hours she found herself raped repeatedly by Moses
and his 4 friends each one making it a point to use and abuse her
sphincter as much as possible. She had been thrown over the small
hotel room table and taken in both her ass and mouth at the same
time. Eventually when all concerned thought it more than safe the
gag and blindfold had been removed. Moses had filled both of his
256MB flash memory cards for his camera and used up the
disposable camera's sometime before that. He was happy finally
feeling he had exacted his revenge upon her fully. She looked
like a willing participant in the photo's she hadn't been gagged
or blindfolded in. Moses would send these to her husband after
blurring the faces of him and his friends. Let him see what a
lying little tramp she was.

 She woke up the next morning in an alley behind the bus station
she had arrived in Winnipeg at. She found she was in horrorable
shape when she tried to stand it was hard to move the pain in her
cunt and especially her ass to much to bare. She had been dressed
only in her sundress no panties no bra. All she had was her
return bus ticket stuffed between her abused chest. She searched
around where she had woken no sign of her purse, clothes, money
or other belongings. She could still feel the fluids running down
her thighs as they escaped her sphincter and pussy.

 She walked into the bus station and asked when the next bus home
was to the attendant discovering she had a six hour wait she went
to the restroom to clean up as best she could. She spent much of
the next thirty hours crying unsure why this had happened to her
and what her husband's reaction would be when she got home. She
would have no choice but to tell him what had happened to her she
would be unable to hide it from him. She would be sore and
bruised for weeks, she thought she would never feel right in her
nether regions again.

 A package arrived at our home 9 hours before she had called me
it showed her apparently enjoying herself in a gangbang with a
number of unidentified men their faces had been distorted. I did
not see the tears she told me where there, I did not see her
struggeles she insisted she put up. All I saw was my wife being
fucked by a group of other men.



This story is mostly BS but enough truth for me to say people
don't get involved with people on the internet. You never know
who the sick bastard on the other end is. Who knows it may be
someone like me. 

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