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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Poor Janie (MF, nc, reluc, bd, viol, best)
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Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 16:10:02 -0500
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From http://www.tales-of-lust.com/



POOR JANIE 
- by Bonfils
 
The two women walked past the ramshackle house on the 
corner. They looked disapprovingly at the unkempt 
garden, the grimy windows, the peeling paint. 
Finally, the older one shook her head.

"Poor Janie," she said. 

"You mean that's where she lives?" her friend asked.

"Yes, the poor thing. I just don't know how she puts 
up with that husband of hers."

"No. I just saw him down at the garage the other day. 
I mean - you can tell he's violent. He must make life 
a living hell for her."

"Yeah. If only she had the courage to leave him."

"You're right. And why doesn't she? Things certainly 
can't get any worse!"

"No. I really don't understand."

"Poor Janie."

---

I'm standing by the kitchen sink, doing the dishes, 
when Ed comes into the living room. I turn around and 
smile at him through the door.

"Hi, Ed."

He merely grunts in reply.

"Would you like a beer?" I ask him.

"Yeah, sure," he says and sits down in his armchair 
in front of the TV. 

He's still dressed in the dirty jeans and denim shirt 
he wears to work at the garage. Our big dog, Rex, 
shuffles over to the chair, lies down and goes to 
sleep.

I bring Ed a cold can of beer from the fridge, and he 
turns on the TV. But as I walk back to the kitchen, I 
hear him turn his chair around to look at me instead. 

I feel a bit self-conscious. After all, it's a hot 
day and I'm only wearing one of Ed's big shirts and a 
pair of panties as I often do inside the house. Ed 
keeps looking at me, sipping his beer and scratching 
Rex's head.

"So, Janie," he finally asks. "What have you been up 
to today?"

"Oh, you know," I say, "the usual. Housework and 
stuff."

I'm wiping a plate as I say this, wondering why he's 
suddenly interested in my day.

"Oh yeah," he says. "The usual, housework, yeah. And 
masturbating, right?"

"I..."

I'm speechless. Ed sips his beer.

"Yeah," he says. I bet you play with your pussy a lot 
when I'm not around. Don't you, Janie?"

"Well, I..."

Ed puts the beer down and gets up from his chair. Rex 
raises his head ever so slightly to look at him.

"I'm your husband, damn it," Ed says in a menacing 
voice as he walks into the kitchen. "I think I have a 
right to know."

"Well, yes," I blurt out. "Of course you do."

Ed's standing right next to me now, almost towering 
over me. I'm quite a tall woman, but you wouldn't 
notice that when I'm standing next to a big, burly 
man like Ed.

"Alright then," he says. "Show me."

I just look at him, puzzled. I honestly have no idea 
what he means.

"You stupid bitch," he shouts, grabbing my arm hard. 
"Show me your fucking pussy! Now!"

As he lets go of my arm, it still hurts. He pulls 
open my shirt, making the buttons fly across the 
room. My soft, round breasts are exposed, but I still 
have my panties on.

"You take them off," he says furiously, "take them 
off now!"

Frantically, I pull off my panties and throw them on 
the floor. Ed kneels down to inspect my pussy.

"Hmmm, yeah," he says. "Looks like you've been 
playing with that quite a lot."

Suddenly, he pushes a finger in between my labia and 
all the way up my slit. I moan.

"Shut up," he says as he pulls his finger out again.

Now he grabs both my arms and pulls me towards the 
kitchen table.

"Lie down," he orders, and I lie down on my back, 
still wearing only my shirt.

Ed pushes my thighs apart with both hands and inserts 
his finger into my pussy again. Helpless, I lie on 
the table as he slides his finger back and forth, 
back and forth, in a steady, demanding rhythm.

When Ed's in this kind of mood, I have no idea what 
he will think off next. Anything can happen to me. 
I'm afraid, but against my will, I sense my pussy 
getting wet - in fact, really, really wet.

"Yeah," he says, his finger getting wetter, each time 
it slides in and out of me. "This cunt has definitely 
been played with."

"Mmm," I moan, writhing on the table.

"You admit it?" Ed asks. "You've been playing with 
your hot little pussy when I wasn't home? When you 
should have been saving it for your husband?"

"Please, I..." I stutter helplessly, as I feel his 
rough finger plunging into my moist flesh again and 
again. 

Suddenly, he pulls out and turns to the cupboards 
above the kitchen sink. After looking around for a 
few seconds, he finds a length of rope and a small 
can I've never seen before.  

He turns to me again and grabs my left arm. Then, 
quickly tying one end of the rope around my shirt 
sleeve, quickly fastens my arm to one leg of the 
table.

"Oww," I cry. "Ed, that hurts. It's too tight." 
 
Ed doesn't react, but goes on to expertly tie my 
other arm to another leg of the table - just as 
tight. I can't move my arms, can't even lift my 
shoulders off the tabletop. And it hurts.

Next, Ed opens the can. It contains some kind of 
sweet-smelling ointment that he now starts spreading 
over my labia. It's cold and makes my tender flesh 
tingle slightly.

"Ed," I manage to whisper, "What is...?"

"None of your business, Janie," he says. "Now, we 
need to get to the bottom of this!"

"Please!" I beg. "What are you going to do to me?"

Ed grins, watching my pussy glistening with the 
creamy substance. I want to get up and run before 
anything happens to me. But tied to the table, I'm 
helpless. Even if I wasn't, I'd probably be too 
scared to move, afraid to make him mad. 

"Scared now, are you?" he asks triumphantly. "Maybe 
that'll teach you not to be such an arrogant little 
bitch!"

"Nooo, Ed," I whimper. "Whatever it is, don't do it. 
I'll be good. I promise." 
 
"Shut up!" he shouts. "You just wait - you'll get 
what you deserve. Rex, come here!"

I freeze there on the table, as the huge dog gets up 
and shuffles over to me. Ed grins wider, his eyes 
shining with anticipation as Rex sits down between my 
legs, placing his paws on my thighs.

"My God, no!" I cry. "Don't do this to me! Please!"

I feel the dog's cool snout grazing my labia, 
sniffing greedily at my pussy. Ed has obviously found 
an ointment with a smell that attracts the dog.

"Rex," Ed says. "She's been a bad little housewife. 
We need you to a search her like a real police dog."

Ed grabs my thighs and forces them apart, exposing my 
pink flesh to the dog. I gasp as I feel Rex's snout 
poking my clit, blowing his hot animal breath across 
my pussy lips. And now his rough, wet tongue starts 
licking my pussy.

I kick my legs weakly, as the dog's big tongue laps 
thirstily over my labia. With animal vigor, it 
strokes my sensitive flesh again and again, licking 
up the sweet-smelling ointment. 

And as Ed watches lustfully, I feel myself starting 
to cry. Tears of humiliation trickle down my cheeks, 
as the dog buries its snout in my pussy and keeps 
licking me, slobbering all over my sex.

"Pleeease!" I sob feebly. "Stop it! Let me go!"

Ed grins manically, as he fetches another glob of 
ointment from the can to smear it across my pussy-
lips. Spurred on by the appetizing smell, Rex 
increases his efforts, his rough tongue licking even 
harder at my tender flesh.

"Yeah," Ed whispers excitedly. "Lick that little 
slut. Lick her cunt."

His cock is bulging inside his workpants, as he 
watches me tied to the kitchen table in tears, the 
object of his perverted fantasies.

And as I yank at the ropes and kick my legs to no 
avail, I feel it happening.

"Nooo!" I scream. "Nooo!"

No, it can't be! I won't accept it! I close my eyes 
tight and bite my lip hard, trying to fight it off. 
But all I feel is Rex's tongue vigorously massaging 
my flesh, licking up my love juice, as waves of 
sensual pleasure roll through my body. My nipples are 
hard as pebbles.

And I realize I don't want him to stop! I want him to 
keep going. I want the dog to lick me to orgasm. And 
while my husband smiles fiendishly, a few more laps 
of Rex's powerful tongue pushes me over the edge.

"Aaahhh!"

I scream out loud, as I climax, throwing myself about 
on the table. My tied arms yank helplessly at the 
ropes as I cry out repeatedly with unbridled lust. 
The violent orgasm racks my body, until I feel I'm 
about to faint with pleasure, while the excited dog 
keeps licking and slurping at my oozing slit.

Dazed, I finally relax on the table, while Rex laps 
up the last drops of ointment. 

As the dog shuffles away and lies down on the floor, 
I feel Ed untying the ropes. My arms are bruised and 
heavy, but I manage to raise them and rub at the sore 
skin.

I notice that Ed doesn't put away the ropes and the 
ointment. He merely places them next to the sink. 
Then he turns to me again, his face grimacing with 
disgust.

"You filthy slut," he sneers. "Letting a dog lick 
your cunt. Look at you! Now you're all dirty."

This is not fair! How dare he accuse me? He was the 
one that tied me down and forced me! But again, I'm 
too scared to speak. 

Ed runs to the bathroom, and I hear him turning on 
the shower. Then he returns to the table, where I'm 
still lying, rubbing my sore arms and trying to catch 
my breath after coming so hard. He just stands there 
looking at me, shaking his head.

"I could never fuck a filthy pussy like that," he 
says. "Come here!"

And Ed pulls me up by my arm and drags me to the 
bathroom. I stagger along, my legs still weak from my 
climax.

"No, Ed. Please," I protest.

In the bathroom, Ed lifts me up and throws me into 
the bathtub. Above it, gallons of water are gushing 
out of the shower.

"Eee!" I squeal, as the water hits me, soaking my 
shirt and making it cling to my arms and my breasts.

I try to climb out of the tub to avoid the spray, but 
Ed pushes me back in.

"You stay there," he shouts. "Stay there until I say 
you're clean enough to fuck."

He turns around, grabs a huge sponge and rubs soap 
into it. Then he bends over me and starts scrubbing 
my breasts. The water is pouring all over him, too, 
soaking his denim shirt, but he doesn't seem to care.

I try to fight, but he holds me down with all his 
might, rubbing the sponge rhythmically across my 
breasts. My nipples instantly get hard from the 
coldness of the water and Ed's vigorous massage.

"Yeah," he says, water flowing through his hair and 
down his face, "gotta get those filthy tits clean."

I whimper hopelessly and try to grab hold of his 
arms, but it's no use. Ed's strong hands keep 
scrubbing my breasts hard with the sponge.

"Please no," I cry. "Stop it!"

"Filthy little slut," he says. "When I fuck my wife, 
I want her to be clean. And when I'm done with your 
tits, what do you think I'll work on next?"

I know he means my pussy, but I refuse to answer. His 
powerful massage is making me hot once again. I'm 
gasping for breath from his violent scrubbing, as the 
water gushes over me, making my long hair cling to my 
face.

Ed stops and looks at me. His hair and his shirt are 
soaking wet, and there is a growing bulge in his 
workpants. He's getting excited, too, and I know he's 
going to fuck me - rape me - before he lets me go.

Then he bends over me again and begins scrubbing my 
pussy. Overwhelmed by sensations of unwanted 
pleasure, I start screaming at him.

"Aaah!" I cry. "No! Please!"

Ed makes rhythmic circling motions, rubbing the 
sponge around my flesh. My arms and legs flail 
wildly, splashing water in every direction. Without 
stopping the scrubbing movements, Ed grabs a handful 
of my wet hair and pulls my head back against the 
bathroom tiles.

"Yeah?" he asks. "You want me to stop? So you can be 
a dirty slut with a filthy pussy that no man wants to 
fuck? Let me tell you, Janie - today you're gonna get 
clean!"

Sobbing weakly, I fall back in the tub and feel how 
he thoroughly massages my aching flesh, up and down, 
up and down, squeezing the sponge and making still 
more water trickle down between my legs. 

Under the gushing shower, every inch of my skin is 
stimulated by hundreds of drops of water. And there, 
between my legs, my husband keeps scrubbing my tender 
pussy, teasing me in a demanding rhythm, until my 
hips start moving in time with his strokes.

Eyes gleaming, Ed can feel I'm getting excited again.

"Yeah, you horny little slut," he grins. "You like 
that, huh?"

I moan quietly, unable to help it. Yes, I do feel 
like a horny little slut, unable to control my own 
reactions. I try to fight it, but the sensations of 
lust are overwhelming. 

The bulge in Ed's pants is growing, too. I can make 
out the outline of his big, veined cock stretching 
the rough fabric.

"Alright," he says. "Get ready for the big one."

Quickly, he climbs into the tub and places himself 
behind me. He puts his left arm around me and holds 
on tight to my right breast. Then with his right arm 
he resumes scrubbing my sex. Harder this time, 
relentlessly masturbating me with the soapy sponge.

"Ohhh God!" I scream, kicking wildly in the tub. 
"Ohhh God!"

"Yeah?" he whispers into my ear. "Is that what a bad 
little housewife likes?"

"Mmm," I purr. 

I'm so close to an orgasm, it's unbearable. I feel 
myself spreading my legs, letting him massage the 
inner folds of my tender labia, as the water flows 
over our bodies. Ed applies pressure with the sponge, 
with each stroke bringing me ever closer to my 
climax.

"You filthy whore," he whispers into my ear.

And Ed's raspy voice is what finally pushes me over 
the edge. As he holds me in his strong arms under the 
pouring shower, I come as hard as I have ever come.

"Aaah!" I cry. "Aaah!"

I struggle wildly, as the orgasm flows through my 
body. Tears of joy and humiliation flow down my 
cheeks. I lean back against Ed and feel the huge 
erection throbbing in his pants.

He turns off the shower and gets out of the tub. His 
clothes are soaking wet, dripping water across the 
bathroom floor as he stands there looking at me.

"Well, Janie," he says. "I suppose you're clean 
enough to fuck now. Take that shirt off."

I lie sobbing in the tub, still recovering from my 
second orgasm and I don't react at once.

"You lazy slut," he shouts. "Take it off now! I want 
you naked."

Ed doesn't even give me time to obey his command. He 
just grabs my arms, pulls me out of the tub and tears 
my shirt off. Naked, wet and trembling, I'm then 
thrown into the living room, where I collapse on the 
carpet.

Over by Ed's chair, Rex has fallen asleep and is 
snoring quietly. Turning my head, I see Ed slowly 
taking his drenched clothes off, throwing them into 
the bathroom: His shirt, his jeans, his shorts, 
revealing his muscular body and his big, hard cock.

Ed's cock is probably only a little above average in 
length, but it's unusually wide and thick. And 
already it's almost fully erect, pointing straight at 
me as my naked husband watches me lying gasping on 
the carpet.

"Okay, bitch," he says. "Assume the position."

Knowing Ed, I get up on all fours and expect him to 
start fucking me any second. I hear him kneeling down 
on the carpet behind me, grunting with appreciation. 

"Yeah," he says, "nice little ass."

I feel something slapping my ass cheek hard, and 
realize it's Ed's cock. Using his hard member as a 
truncheon, he slaps my ass again and again, making my 
skin burn.

"Oww!" I cry with each blow.

"Yeah," he grunts. "Feel my cock."

Finally, I feel the swollen head of his cock being 
forced in between my wet labia. I wince as he pushes 
forward, slowly driving his thick shaft into me. 

"Ohhh!" I cry.

By now, the entire length of Ed's cock is buried in 
my hypersensitive flesh, stretching my soft pussy 
lips with its extraordinary width. And as he grabs my 
hips with both hands and starts sliding his tool back 
and forth, I realize I won't be able to hold back for 
very long.

"Mmm..." I moan.

Sensing my excitement, Ed increases the tempo, 
plunging his rigid tool into my tender slit again and 
again.

"You filthy slut!" he cries. " I try to get you 
clean, but you'll always be dirty."

Again and again he drives his cock into my pussy, 
while my love juices flow freely down my legs. I 
realize I have absolutely no will of my own. I start 
crying again, little guilty tears trickling down my 
cheeks, as Ed keeps fucking me.

His large cock fills me with every stroke, massaging 
the insides of my succulent pussy, driving me ever 
closer to...

"Oh God!" I scream. "Aaah!"  

As I climax, I collapse on the floor again, my wet 
hair clinging to my face. I feel juices of ecstasy 
squirting out of my pussy, drenching his cock. 
Gasping for breath, I savor the feeling of another 
powerful orgasm.

But my sense of pleasure is mixed with shame. He 
treats me like a slut, but it makes me come. This is 
wrong. Why does it make me so hot?

Ed pulls out of me, my juice dripping from his 
swollen cock onto the carpet.

"You dirty whore," he says, "You're out of control. 
Come here."

Dazed, I feel him pulling me to my feet and leading 
me across the floor. His hardened cock is bouncing up 
and down, as I stumble through the living room.

"Please!" I whimper. "I've had enough. Leave me 
alone. Ed, please!"

"No fucking way," he hisses. "I'm gonna teach you 
some discipline."

He throws me across the back of his armchair, my ass 
sticking up in the air and my face resting on the 
fabric of the seat. As I lie there, I hear him 
fetching the ropes again. When he returns, he grabs 
my right hand and ties my wrist to the armrest.

"No," I cry, "no, please!"

Grinning wickedly, Ed ties my other wrist to the 
other armrest. I try to pull my hands back, but it's 
no use. Tied to the chair, I wriggle helplessly, the 
ropes burning the skin of my wrists.

Where is Ed? I can't see him.

Now he appears. Kneeling down naked in front of the 
armchair, he offers his erect cock to my face.

"Suck it," he orders.

His cock is reddish with excitement, and I open my 
mouth, allowing him to slide his throbbing tool in 
between my lips.

"Ohhh yeah," he moans.

Ed starts moving his pelvis back and forth, fucking 
my mouth. His cock plunges into my throat, deeper and 
deeper. Unable to pull away from him, I try to 
protest, but his fat cock stifles my voice.

"Mmmm!" is all that comes out.

And Ed keeps going, driving his cock into my mouth 
again and again. I feel his cock growing incredibly 
stiff, dripping with saliva, every time it leaves my 
mouth.

"Yeah, that's good," he grunts, sliding his cock into 
my mouth a few more times before pulling out.

I watch his cock, rock hard and dripping wet, 
bouncing before my eyes. Then he leaves, and I hear 
him walking into the kitchen, leaving me tied to his 
armchair.

"Ed?" I sob. "Where are you going?"

I hear him opening the refrigerator and pulling 
something out of the icebox. Scared, I yank at the 
ropes and struggle helplessly to get off the chair. 
But I can't.

"No, Ed!" I cry. "Leave me alone." 
 
I hear his footsteps behind me, and now I feel 
something icy cold dripping onto my ass-cheeks. Next, 
I feel him sliding an ice cube over my skin. I want 
to protest, but the sensation of the hard ice 
touching my burning skin is fascinating.

He slides the ice cube in between my ass cheeks, 
towards my rectum. And before I know it, he squeezes 
the tiny, frozen cube into my ass.

"Aaah!" I cry. "No! Take it out!"

I can't do anything, can't even move my hands. I just 
have to lie here, feeling the hard cube inside my 
ass, so cold, so freezing cold.

"Yeah," Ed laughs, "maybe that'll cool you off."

The ice cube starts melting, icy cool water running 
from my ass down between my legs, trickling across my 
hot labia. I shiver. Oh God, this turns me on.

"Please..." I whisper.

Ed inserts a finger into my pussy, making me gasp and 
twitch.

"Please... fuck me," I hear myself whispering, 
begging him.

"Fuck you?" he says, slowly sliding his finger in and 
out of my burning slit, driving me mad. "I don't know 
if I want to fuck a filthy slut like you."

"Oh please," I sob. "My pussy is so hot. I want your 
cock. Please."

Ed laughs lustfully.

"Okay," he grunts, placing his cock at the mouth of 
my pussy.

I gasp out loud, as he starts applying pressure, 
squeezing the bulbous head of his cock in between my 
pussy-lips. Grabbing my hips, he lunges forward, 
burying the entire length of his rigid shaft in my 
sex.

"Ohhh!" I cry.

"You want to be fucked?" he hisses. "Well, I'm gonna 
fuck you good."

And with all his strength, he starts pumping his cock 
in and out of my pussy, fucking me relentlessly in 
long, hard strokes.

"Aaah!" I cry. "Yes! Fuck me!"

All my inhibitions are gone now. I feel no shame, no 
guilt. I just want my strong, naked husband to fuck 
me hard with his big, fat cock. I'm not poor Janie 
anymore. I really am a dirty slut: A hot, lusty woman 
fulfilling her desires.

"Yeah" Ed yells. "You like that? You like my cock?"

Hard and swollen, his cock thrusts into my tender 
love muscle over and over. 

"That's a nice little pussy you've got there," he 
says. "You know what I'm gonna do?"

I'm gasping for breath as he fucks me. 

"I'm gonna have some of my friends over," he says, 
pumping his cock into me. "All my friends from the 
garage. And I'm gonna let them lick your little 
pussy. How do you like that?"

I gasp, as Ed thrusts into me, deep and hard, over 
and over.

"Yeah," he says, "and then I'm gonna let them take 
their cocks out and fuck you. One by one. And I'm 
gonna watch."

I'm sobbing with pleasure. The thought of him 
watching me, as I'm being fucked by his friends turns 
me on even more.

"We're gonna fuck you all night," he says, his voice 
hoarse with lust. "My friend Frank has the biggest 
cock I've ever seen. I wanna watch him fuck you real 
hard. And then we're gonna shoot our loads all over 
your body. And you're gonna love it, 'cause you're 
just a filthy little slut."

Turned on by his own fantasies, Ed keeps pounding his 
rigid tool deep into my succulent slit. Tied to the 
chair, I feel my pleasure building to a climax.

"Ahhh!" I cry. "Ed. I'm coming!"

Ed finishes me off with a few more hard thrusts, 
piercing my pussy with the entire length of his 
shaft.

"You dirty little whore!" he cries, as the orgasm 
hits me. 

"Yeeeaaah!" I scream, pulling at the ropes and 
writhing in ecstasy, as he just keeps on fucking me.

My climax takes my breath away. I close my eyes, 
savoring the pleasure, as Ed increases his pace. 
Grunting loudly, he pumps my pussy with hard fast 
strokes. Then, he suddenly pulls out.

He bends over me and feverishly unties my ropes.

"Lie down," he gasps, his reddened cock swelling 
madly, ready to explode.

I throw myself on my back on the carpet, as he stands 
over me.

"I want to come on your tits," he says, grabs his 
cock and starts to masturbate.

Flushed and dizzy from my orgasm, I watch him 
stroking his thick cock. But it doesn't take long 
before he starts ejaculating.

"Unnnh!" he yells, squeezing his cock in his fist.

The bluish head swells, as the first jet of hot, 
white semen shoots out of his cock. A powerful spurt, 
several feet long hits me on my cheek and my breast. 

"Yeah!" he grunts, still masturbating.

His thick sperm keeps squirting from his jerking 
cock, landing in hot threads on my breasts, my neck 
my face. I open my mouth and taste a few drops - a 
spicy, manly taste.

Finally, his ejaculation subsides.

"You slut," he says, looking down at me.

Minutes later, Ed is seated in his armchair, naked, 
watching TV. I'm naked, too, as I fetch him a beer 
from the refrigerator. He opens the icy beer, drinks 
it down in one gulp, then throws the can on the 
floor.

I sit down on his lap.

We kiss. Passionately.

---

The two women froze outside the house as they heard 
the screams.

"Did you hear that?" the young one said.

"My God," her friend said. "He must be hurting her 
again."

"What a horrible man! If only there was something we 
could do to help her..."

The older woman shook her head.

"I'm afraid it's no use," she said. "Some people just 
don't want to be helped."

And they walked on.

"I still don't understand it," the young woman said 
to herself, looking back at the house. "Poor Janie."

---
(c) Bonfils 2001
http://www.tales-of-lust.com/

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