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Subject: {ASSM} THE COP'S WIFE, PART TWO (IR, SLUTWIFE, GB, BEAST, REVENGE)
Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 19:10:05 -0400
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THE COPS WIFE, PART TWO  


   
   It was 10:00 O'clock the next morning when Tom saw Amy again. She was 
a mess; her hair was disheveled and there were bags under her eyes. She 
was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans that hugged her ass like a second 
skin. Tom could clearly see the outline of her her pussy through the 
fabric, making it obvious she wasn't wearing panties. All she had on top 
was a flimsy t-shirt that was ripped and torn in several places. Tom 
could only stare at her as she stood at the foot of the bed. "They wanted 
me to show you," she said in a dead voice. Slowly, she stripped off the 
shirt, then the shorts, and stood nude. Tom gasped. Amy's large breasts 
were covered with bruises and bite marks. Her inner thighs were also 
bruised, with several obvious finger marks. She turned around. Her firm 
ass was a mass of welts, apparently made by a broad leather belt or 
paddle. 

   "My god," Tom choked, "What did they do to you?"

   `What does it look like, Tom?" Amy spat viciously. "They fucked me. 
And they beat me. Then they fucked me some more. And you know how much I 
made towards paying off your fucking debt, Tom?" 

   "How much?" he whispered. 

    "Nothing," she said. A single tear ran down her face. "He called it a 
`free sample'. And `introductory offer'. So everyone could see how good 
his new whore was." 

    "How many?" Tom asked. "How many men.." 

    "I lost track, Tom," she said. "I lost track of how many men fucked 
me. But he says I have a full schedule this weekend, so a lot of men must 
have liked it." 	

   "And you liked it, too," he said, "didn't you?" 

    "See for yourself," she said. "There's a tape in the VCR." 

     "They...they.." 

     `Yeah," she said. "They videotaped me. He's going to show it around. 
To potential clients."

      Numbly, Tom got out of bed. Like a sleepwalker, he stumbled towards 
the living room. Amy's laugh lacerated him. "Boy," she said. "Daddy 
Marcus really had you pegged. He know you wouldn't be able to resist 
seeing it." She sat on  the bed. `Enjoy the show, honey," she said 
bitterly.

   Tom went into the living room. There was a tape already in the VCR 
next to the big-screen TV. Tom swallowed. He knew he was going to hate 
what he saw. But he couldn't stop. He pressed the button. 

  At first it was impossible to tell what was on the tape. The camera was 
focused in an extreme close up. Then it pulled back slightly and the 
blurry image resolved into a pair of lips. Amy's lips. And they were 
wrapped around a huge black cock. There was loud rap music playing in the 
background, but they had apparently put a microphone close, to pick up 
the sucking and slurping sounds, as well as Amy's soft moans around the 
massive shaft sawing slowly in and out of her mouth. The camera pulled 
back further to show her face. Amy was lying on her back with her head 
hanging off a table or bed, her thick  curly brown hair hanging down.  
The man whose cock filled her mouth was standing behind her. Her eyes 
were closed in bliss.  Her position allowed the man full access to her 
throat, and he groaned as she took him all the way to the root, her lips 
milking eagerly at the base of his cock. 

    The camera pulled back again. Tom saw that Amy was lying on her back 
on a pool table in a smoky bar. She was surrounded by black and Latino 
men, with a few rough-looking white biker types mixed in. One of the 
latter knelt on her chest, his cock nestled between her huge tits. He 
mauled and squeezed her breasts in his rough hands, forcing his cock 
between them. Amy's hands were full of the cocks of men standing on 
either side of the pool table, her dainty fingers stroking and caressing 
their shafts. Yet another man knelt between her wide spread legs, 
pounding her pussy brutally. It was obvious that Amy was loving the rough 
treatment. Her hips rose and fell eagerly, her ass slamming down onto the 
pool table before thrusting back up to take all of the cock that sawed in 
and out of her cunt. 

   Dupree's grinning face appeared briefly before the camera. "She likes 
it," he taunted. He stepped back out of the picture. "You like it, don't 
you, bitch?" 

   "Mmmmm-hmmmm..." Amy mumbled around the cock filling her mouth. The 
man she was fellating pulled out long enough to slap her hard  across the 
face. She cried out. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head 
level. She screamed in pain. 

    "Didn't your mama teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" he 
sneered down into her face.

    "I'm sorry," she begged in a tiny voice. `I'm sorry...please don't 
hurt me...I'll be good..." he let her head fall backwards again and 
shoved his cock back into her mouth. "Damn right, " he grunted. 

   "I think she like that rough stuff," the man between her legs gasped. 
"That pussy squeezed tight when you smacked her." 

   That right, cunt?' Dupree said. "You like it when we treat you 
rough?" Amy's only response was a moan of fear. The man tit-fucking her 
said, "Let's see how she likes this, then." He pinched a nipple hard. Amy 
squealed. "Yeaaahh..." the man fucking her said. "Do that again. I though 
she was gonna pull my dick off she squeezed so hard." Grinning, the biker 
pinched her other nipple.  Amy squealed again, but her hips moved even 
faster. He began slapping her tits, back and forth, the loud smacks 
blending with Amy's cried of pain, which were soon themselves drowned out 
by the men's loud shouts and groans as they came in her mouth and cunt. 
Soon the other men joined her as well, spurting their come all over her 
chest and frantically working hands. When they were done, Amy lay 
moaning, her legs spread. Her voluptuous body  was  covered in come that 
glistened on her body in the dim light. 

	The screen went dark. He heard the VCR stop. 

   "Did you like that, Tom?" 	Amy's voice came from behind him. He 
turned. Amy was standing in the doorway, holding the remote in one hand. 
She had changed into a pair of skintight hot pants and a tank-top that 
was at least two sizes too small. He could see the outline of her large 
nipples through the thin fabric of the top. Her hair was teased and 
moussed till it stood ut around her face. Gone was the sweet innocent 
girl Tom had married. She looked like a street hooker. 

  She shuttered towards him, her walk a suggestive sway. "I said," she 
whispered seductively, "did you like it?" 

   "Y-yes...." Tom whispered back. Then his voice rose. "And you loved 
that, too, I suppose." 	

    "You know I did," she said. "And there's more. There's an extra 
special surprise in the next part of the tape. Would you like to know 
what it is?" 

    Tom closed his eyes. "Damn you," he choked. `What is it?" 

    "I told you," she said. "It's a surprise. But it'll cost you twenty 
bucks to see it." 

     Tom opened his eyes in shock. "What!?" he said. "He's fucking my 
wife...on tape...and he wants me to PAY to watch it!?" 

     "Oh, but Tom," she cooed. "It's really hot. You won't believe how 
hot it is." She ran her tongue seductively over her lips. "I'm getting 
all wet again just thinking about it." 

       Tom stood there for a moment, his mind a boiling mix of 
conflicting emotions. He had thought he had reached the bottom of his 
humiliation, but Dupree was a fiend. He had had years to plot his 
revenge, and now it was all playing out. But the worst part was that Tom 
knew he would pay. He was helpless to say no.  And Dupree knew it, too. 
"All right," he said. "I'll pay." 

    "For another twenty," she said, "I'll suck you off while you watch 
it." Her voice cracked on the last word, but her false smile never 
wavered. 

    Tom said nothing. He got his wallet from the table by the door and 
pulled out two twenties.  He handed them to his wife. Still smiling, she 
tucked then into the pocket of the hot pants. She turned and clicked the 
remote. `Sit down, baby," she said in a sing-song voice. "Enjoy the 
show..."

    Tom took his seat on the couch. Amy slid to her knees in front of 
him. He stared at the screen, his face that of a man waiting for the next 
blow. 

    The big screen remained dark for a few moments, then the picture came 
back. Amy was still nude, on her knees. This time, however, her hands 
were cuffed behind her back. Tom recognized his own cuffs, the ones he 
had been fastened to the bed with. A steel chain was attached to the 
cuffs, then looped up and over a beam in the ceiling. Her arms and wrists 
were pulled up painfully behind her back. A heavy black spreader bar was 
fastened just above her knees, forcing her  legs  wide apart. 

   The camera zoomed in close to Amy's body, focusing on her wide-spread 
pussy. Tom could see a white rivulet of male semen leaking out, running 
viscously  down her inner thigh. There were other shiny patches of dried 
cum on her thighs and buttocks. The camera moved up to zoom in on Amy's 
asshole. It was painfully red and swollen from repeated fucking, and Tom 
could see more come leaking from it, running down between the globes of 
her buttocks.  The camera moved up to her face, to where Tom could se 
more dried sperm coating her face and matting her hair. Her gang-rape had 
left her thoroughly fucked in every hole. Amy's face filled the screen. 
Tom heard Dupree say something unintelligible, then Amy-on-the-screen 
spoke. "See, Tom?" she whispered. "See how well fucked your wife is? I 
can feel it running out of me, Tom. All that cum. All those men. They all 
took me. And it's not just their cum, tom. I came so many tines, my own 
juice is dripping out of me. I never knew I could get so wet...." 

   Tom felt Amy pulling his zipper down, felt her pull his cock out. He 
groaned as he felt her breath on it, felt her blow gently on the head. He 
looked down for a minute, saw her heavily painted face only inches from 
his cock. He saw tears glistening on her cheeks. "Don't watch me, 
Tommy," she choked. "Please don't look at me. Just...just watch the 
screen." 

   He looked up. The camera has pulled back to show Marcus Dupree  
standing by his wife's kneeling body, his face split in that evil grin 
which had become all too familiar to Tom. He bent down and slid two 
fingers into Amy from behind. Amy's eyes closed and she moaned. "God," 
she whimpered. "I'm getting worked up again..." Dupree chuckled. "Never 
seen a white bitch so hungry for it. She makin' up for lost time, real 
good." May was squirming in her bonds now, gasping with the insistent 
pleasure Dupree was stoking in her sensitive vagina. She writhed and 
twisted and panted with renewed lust as he fingered her. Her moans and 
groans grew higher, the tension in her helpless body greater. He pushed 
her closer to orgasm, closer...

    Then he stopped. 

    Amy cried out with anguish as he took his fingers away and denied her 
the release her voluptuous body craved. She looked up at him. "Please 
Daddy," she whimpered. "Please...you know I want to come for you, 
please...make me come... . " His only reply was to smack her ass, hard. 
She yelped with the pain. Then he began again with his fingers, teasing, 
stroking, bringing her to the brink...then denying her orgasm. 

    Between Tom's knees, the real life Amy was playing her own teasing 
game, tormenting Tom's cock with light kisses and gentle licks. He was 
squirming,   wanting to force her head down onto his throbbing cock. But 
he didn't. 

   On the screen, Amy was insane with lust, begging for relief. 
"Please," she sobbed. "PLEASE! I'll do anything...anything you want, 
Daddy..." 

  "Anything?" Dupree whispered. 

   `ANYTHING!" Amy shrieked. "PLEASE! I'll suck anyone you want, fuck 
anyone you want, do anything, just let me get off. PLEASE!" 

    "Oh," said Dupree. "You wants you some dick?" 

     "YES!" Amy cried. "I need it... I need a hard dick in me..please 
somebody fuck me...fuck me hard, the way I like it...."  

    "Okay, baby, " Dupree said. "Here's you some dick." He motioned off-
camera. 

    Duke, the big biker,  came into the picture. 

   He was leading a huge Great Dane on a leash. 
  
   "Oh, GOD," Tom cried out. At that moment, Amy plunged her lips down 
over his cock, taking him to the root in one smooth slurp. She began 
slowly sucking him, up and down, up and down, in an excruciating rhythm. 
Tom sobbed. 

   Duke led the big dog over to his wife. She was struggling, but she was 
held helplessly. . "Please...no,...not that..." she cried. "I'll do 
anything...I'll suck,  I'll fuck...but not with a dog, please...."

   "This is Hector," Duke said. "Your new best friend." 

     "NOOOOOOoooooooo..." Amy wailed.  "No, please Daddy," she 
desperately  begged Dupree,  "Don't make me, I've been good, haven't I 
been good, oh God, please no, please please..."  Duke ignored her. He led 
the big dog over behind Amy. The huge animal's tail was wagging 
furiously; he obviously knew what was going to happen and looked forward 
to it. He lowered his head and sniffed at Amy's crotch. Then his long red 
tongue snaked out and he began licking between the bound girl's wide-
spread thighs. 

    "Auuunnhhhhh..." Amy was nearly hysterical now. "No, no please 
no..." 

    "Couldn't stop him now if'n I wanted to, bitch," Dupree laughed 
cruelly. "Once Hector get a taste of that pussy, he ain't gonna stop till 
he bust his nut in it." 

   Amy's only response was another bout of hysterical sobbing. She tried 
to squirm away from the dog's  tongue, but she was held fast in bondage. 
Gradually, the dog's relentless licking began to get to her. Her head 
lifted and her sobs became jerky, incomplete. She was still saying 
"No...no..." but her voice was a whisper now. Finally, her eyes closed 
and she let out a low moan. 

    `Gettin' good, to you, huh, slut?" Duke laughed at her. "My boy 
Hector licks good pussy, huh?" There was a ripple of laughter.. 

   Amy was moaning constantly now, her hips rotating slowly against the 
insistent licking of the dog behind her. Tom groaned aloud at the feel of 
his wife's lips gliding steadily up and down his cock and at the look of 
sluttish abandon on her beautiful  face on the screen. Finally, Duke 
whispered a low command to the dog and he pulled away. Amy looked back 
over her shoulder, her eyes wild at the sudden loss of the insanely 
pleasurable licking. Then she cried out as the dog mounted her, but her 
cry was no longer one of fear or disgust, but of wanton submission. 
"Yes," she cried out. "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me good! Fuck 
MeeeeEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!" she screamed in agony as the dog's huge pink cock 
found it's target and slammed wildly into her cunt. Then she was grunting 
like an animal as he immediately began pistoning his massive shaft in and 
out of her. "Hunnnnh! Hunnnnh! Hunnnnnh!" she cried 
"God....he's...splitting...me....!"  

   "But you like it," Dupree taunted her. "Don't you?" 

    "Yes..." Amy sobbed. "I like it! I like it! I like it! GOD! GOD! GOD! 
Fuck me harder, boy, fuck me harder,  I love it so much..." Her voice 
trailed off into a ragged scream as she came. The dog continued to pound 
her helpless body brutally, and soon she was coming again, tossing her 
hair wildly as her climax exploded. 

     "Now," said Dupree, "here come the knot..." 

      The camera zoomed in to show the baseball sized knot at the base of 
the dog's prick slamming against the tender lips of her pussy. "Relax, 
baby," Dupree crooned. "Let that knot in so Hector can bust his nut..." 

     "Oh, no, please," Amy cried. "I cant' take any more..." But even as 
she pleaded for mercy, she thrust herself  back against the massive 
invader. Finally, the knot popped into her cunt with an audible slurping 
sound. Amy's back arched and her screams seemed as if they would tear her 
throat. Tom began to climax then, shooting into Amy's sucking mouth as he 
watched her utter degradation on the screen. It went on and on, Amy's on-
screen cries of orgasm mingling with Tom's groans of shameful ecstasy as 
he climaxed. With a final slurp, Amy pulled her mouth off of his cock. 
"You bastard," she hissed. "You fucking love it, don't you? You love 
watching me get fucked by a dog. Well, let me tell you baby, I love it 
too. And I'm going to keep doing it. Hell, I'd do it for free, for Daddy 
Marcus. Once your debt's paid off, I'll still be his slut."  

   On the screen, the dog was howling and grunting as he climaxed, 
pumping his hot white cum into Amy's cunt. She was no longer screaming 
and writhing; her orgasms had left her nearly comatose, hanging limply in 
her bonds.  The camera zoomed in to a close-up of her face, which was 
slack with ecstasy and sexual satisfaction, Her hair hung in sweat-soaked 
strands across her face. She opened her eyes and looked into the camera. 
"I love it," she whispered hoarsely. She ran her tongue slowly over her 
lips. "I love it...." The screen went dark. 

   "Next time, Daddy Marcus is going to make me suck him," Amy said. "I'm 
going to suck Hector off, Tom. I'm going to slide that big dog dick into 
my throat until he comes in my mouth. And he'll tape it. And you'll buy 
that, won't you?" 

  All Tom could do was nod. 

   "I hate you, Tom," she said matter of  factly. "But Daddy Marcus is 
making me stay here. It's part of his revenge. And he knows you don't 
have the balls to throw me out. Because if you do, or if we do anything 
to stop him, he'll send the tapes to everyone we know. Your cop 
buddies....my parents..." her voice broke. "He'll send them to my 
parents, Tom. So it looks like we're together. Until he lets us go. And I 
don't think he'll ever do that. Thanks to you." She stood up. "I have to 
get some sleep."  She walked off to the bedroom. Tom picked up the remote 
and rewound the tape to the beginning. Then he hit PLAY. 

to be continued....

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