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From: Rusty Shackleford <rustyshac@aol.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} REPOST: THE COP'S WIFE, PART TWO  (MMM+/F, SLUTWIFE,IR, NC? REVENGE, BEAST )
Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2003 19:10:02 -0500
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I recently posted Part Five of this, after which I was contacted by folks 
who said they missed parts Three and Four and they weren't in the archive. 
Cna't explain that; I know I posted them and got responses, and I found 
them on Google.. but what the hey...here it is again...with feeling...

Standar Disclaimers apply. This is a work of fantasy. No actual wives were 
raped in the making of this work. Be over eighteen or be gone. 

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. 
			

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