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Subject: {ASSM} RE-REPOST: THE COP'S WIFE, PARTS THREE AND FOUR (FF, TORT, FEMDOM) 
Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2003 21:10:04 -0500
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I've repeatedly reposted  these...I see them on my server, but I keep getting
e-mails requesting they be reposted...but here we go again. 




THE COP'S WIFE, PART THREE

   They didn't speak the next morning. Tom was so exhausted and emotionally
drained, he considered calling in sick to work. But Amy's silent accusation was
too much to bear. He went through the day like a sleepwalker, unable to
concentrate. He sat at his desk for hours, staring into space, his mind
replaying the lewd images: Amy fucking and sucking her three rapists right in
front of him, and loving it; Amy being gang-banged on a pool table, and loving
it; Amy being fucked by a huge dog and loving it. Finally, his partner asked
him what the hell was wrong with him. "Nothing," Tom said after a moment. "Must
be coming down with something." 

    -~Well Jesus, then," his partner snapped. "Go home! You ain't getting shit
done here and you're probably going to get me infected with whatever it is!"
Finally, Tom agreed. He didn't go stright home, however; he drove around for
another two hours, his mind running round in circles like a rat in a trap.
Which is exactly what he was, Tom realized.. Trapped.  There was no way out of
Dupree's horrible vengeance. If he did anything to stop it, he would be
disgraced. Finally, he found himself pulling up outside his house. There was an
unfamiliar van in the driveway. Dupree, he thought. He's back. Probably fucking
my wife and making her come. The thought caused him, shamefully, to get hard.

     As he entered the house, he heard Amy's voice from the kitchen. She was
whimpering in pain. "Please," she was saying. "Please...it hurts...." 

     "Silly bitch," another voice, a female voice,  said. "It's supposed to
hurt." 

     "But...but I did everything you told me, I did what you AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"


     "Shut up, cunt," the voice said. Tom walked into the kitchen. Amy was
kneeling there, on the floor, naked. Her hands were clasped behind her back,
her hands gripping her wrists. There was another woman seated in the kitchen
chair in front of Amy. She was a tall woman with close cropped blonde hair. Her
body  was lean and muscular, as if she regularly worked out with weights. She
was dressed in a skin-tight black leotard with a hole cut in  the crotch. Tom's
eyes were riveted to her shaved pussy. The woman held a pair of pliers in her
right hand. The teeth of the pliers were fixed on Amy's right nipple. As Tom
watched, the woman gave the pliers a brutal twist. Amy screamed again. 

    The woman looked up. "You must be Tom," she said with an evil grin. "I'm
Tanya. Marcus sent me to teach little Amy-slut here a few things. But she's a
slow pupil. And rather stupid, as well, isn't that right, Amy-slut?" 

      "I...I..." Amy hesitated. The woman gave the pliers a particularly brutal
twist. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Amy screamed.  -~Yes, Mistress Tanya, I'm a stupid
slut, I'm stupid, please don't hurt me again..." Tom had moved forward as if to
stop his wife's torture, but he was stopped by Tanya's upraised left hand. "Ah,
ah, ah..." she said in a singsong voice. "Don't you be a stupid boy, too.
Remember that Marcus has the tapes. If you interfere in any way with my fun,
they go in the mail. Bet your partner would love to see Amy talking about how
much she prefers big black dick to your little white  one. Bet Amy's parents
would love to see the tape we made today of Amy licking my pussy." Amy was
sobbing brokenly now, tears running down her face. Tanya ran her fingers
through Amy's thick curly hair in a parody of tenderness.  "But she
lacked....enthusiasm for the job. And I like my bitches enthusiastic. So Amy's
being punished." She twisted the pliers again. 
 
    "AAAAAAAAAH!" Amy screamed. "Please, please, Let me try again, I promise
I'll do it good, I promise..." 

     Tanya looked at Tom's crotch. She laughed. "Look at your husband, Amy,"
she said. "His little dick is stiff as a board. He loves the idea of watching
you eat my pussy." 

      -~I don't care," Amy sobbed. "I don't care about him. Just please, please
let me shw you I can do it good..." 

     "Okay, Amy-slut," Tanya said. She put the pliers on  the table.  "You can
try again." With a grateful sob, Amy moved her head forward towards Tanya's
exposed cunt. Tanya stopped her with a hand cupping her chin. She leaned down
to look into Amy's eyes. "But if you don't make me come within five minutes,
bitch," she hissed. "What I do to you will make the last hour seem like heaven.
You'll be begging for the pliers!" She released Amy's chin, leaned back, and
spread her legs. With her hands still clasped behind her, Amy plunged her face
between the woman's strong thighs, licking and sucking desperately. 

    "MMMmmm...." Tanya said. Her hips began moving rotating slowly against the
stimulation of Amy's tongue.  -~That's better...ahhhh....yes, that's much
better....right there...suck my clit....." Tom began  massaging his cock
through his pants. Tanya looked over at him and laughed again. "Go ahead,
Tom.." she said.  -~Take...ahhhhh... take it out...play with it for
me...uunnhh....oh yes, you nasty bitch...." Tom unzipped his pants and pulled
his cock out, stroking it in quick jerks.  "Oh, my..." Tanya said. "Amy wasn't
lying...ahhh....hnnnh...that is one tiny dick...." She reached down and pulled
Amy's head from her crotch. "Poor Amy," she crooned. "No wonder you're so
hungry for a good fuck." She shoved Amy's face back into her pussy.
 -~Yessss...." Tanya grunted, her hips moving faster.  "Good....good...good
little Amy-slut...good little fuck toy...lick it...lick
it....yes....ahhh...ahhh....you little bitch, you're going to do it...you're
going to make me...ahhhh....that's it, that's it that's
it.....UUUUNNNNHHHHHHH!" she grabbed a handful of  Amy's hair and fucked
brutally against her face as she came. Tom came too, squirting his come over
his rapidly working fingers and onto the kitchen floor. Tanya groaned and came
again, smearing her juices all over Amy's face and lips. Finally, when she was
done, she pulled Amy's head away.  -~Much better, Amy-slut," she whispered.
"Now, into the bedroom. Daddy Marcus is busy tonight, but I promised him you'd
get the fucking you need....you've got a date with my strap-on." 

THE COP'S WIFE, PART FOUR


   Amy looked up at Tanya, her face still coated with the blonde woman's pussy
juice. "Oh, God," she groaned. I've never...I mean I'm not a lesbian..."

    "Shut up, cunt!" Tanya snarled. She grabbed a handful of Amy's hair and
yanked her to her feet. "You're whatever we say you are from now on, fuckmeat."
She shoved Amy out the kitchen door, shoving past Tom. Amy was sobbing and
pleading, begging the dominating blonde for mercy. Tom made as if to follow,
but Tanya shoved him backwards with her free hand.  -~Where do you think you're
going, Tom?" she said with a sneer. "Oh, you want to watch?" She pulled Amy
back against her, her arms reaching around to hold the weeping girl firmly in
her grasp. She reached up and cupped Amy's big breasts in her fingers, twisting
and rolling the nipples roughly. "You want to watch me fuck your wife, Tom?"
she whispered. She kissed Amy on the neck. "You want to watch me make your
sweet little wife come on my big black strap-on? Come on, Tom, you can tell
me..." 

   Tom looked at Amy. Her  eyes were closed and her breath was coming in short
gasps as Tanya stimulated her tortured nipples. 

      "Yes," he rasped. "I want to see." 

     "Say it, Tom. Say it out loud."

      "I want to watch you fuck my wife," Tom said. 

       "How much, Tom?" Tanya said. "How much is it worth to you? Remember,
Amy's a working girl now...she has bills to pay. Your bills, Tom." She slid one
hand down over Amy's belly to cup her pussy. "So how much to watch me split
this tight cunt and make your wife scream for me?" Amy groaned as Tanya parted
the lips of her pussy with one finger. She began a gentle insistent stroking
over Amy's clitoris. Amy groaned again and her hips began moving in slow
circles. 

     "Twenty," Tom said.  -~Twenty bucks." 

       Tanya laughed cruelly. "Hear that, Amy? Not only does he have a tiny
dick, he's a cheap bastard." She kissed Amy on the ear. "Is that all it's
worth, Tom? She's a hot little slut...and I've got such  a big cock for
her...would you like to hear about it? It's fourteen inches long...very
thick...and it's black, just like your wife likes it, isn't that right. Amy?"

      "Yes..." Amy whimpered. "Oh, yes..." 

        -~Twenty-five," Tom choked. 

       "Amy wants that big black dick, don't you, Amy?" 

       "Yes...unnnhhh....I want it....please..."  

         "Thirty," Tom said. 

           Amy opened her eyes. They were glazed with masochistic desire. "Damn
you, Tom," she hissed. "Give her what she wants. Give her what she wants so
she'll fuck me. God, I need it so bad..." 

         "FIFTY!" Tom shouted. "For God's sake, it's all I have on me!" 

          Tanya held out her hand, an evil smile on her face. Tears spilled
down Tom's face as he took out his wallet and counted the bills into her
outstretched hand. When he was done, Tanya crumpled the money in her fist and
pushed Amy towards the bedroom. Tom followed, his head bowed in shame. He
stopped in shock as he entered the bedroom. 

    Their bed and furniture were gone. Their regular queen-sized bed had been
replaced with a king sized four poster bed pushed to  the center of the room.
Leather straps dangled from the posts at each corner, and there were others
fastened to the headboard.  Bright spotlights illuminated the room, and there
was a video camera on a tripod pointed at the bed. 

     "Oh, by the way, Tom," Tanya said. "You'll be sleeping on the couch from
now on. Amy-slut  needs this room to fuck in." She pushed Amy onto the bed. "On
your knees, bitch," she ordered. Moaning, Amy complied. Tanya fastened her
wrists by a strap  to the center of the headboard so that Amy was bent over,
her lush ass helplessly exposed. Tanya sauntered over to the camera and turned
it on.  She grabbed Amy by the hair and shoved her face around towards the
camera. "Look at the camera, slut," she said.  -~Tell everyone what you are..."


     "I'm a slut," Amy whispered.  

     "What do you need?" 

       "Cock," Amy said. "I need cock....." 

        Tanya reached beneath the pillow and pulled something out. It was a
massive cock shaped dildo, solid black.  She held it up to Amy's eyes. "Like
this? This what you need?" 

      Amy gasped at the size of the thing. "Oh, god..." she said. "I don't
think I can take it...it's too big...." 			

      Tanya laughed. "You don't have a choice, bitch." She rubbed the thick
plastic cock over Amy's lips. "Open your mouth, Amy," she ordered. "Suck it!" 

     Amy moaned and opened her mouth. Tanya slid the massive dildo between her
lips. She fed the dildo to Amy, and inch at a time. Amy's lips were stretched
tight around the massive shaft and her eyes bulged as she took more and more of
it. She began to choke on the immensity. Tanya backed off slightly and smacked
Amy's exposed ass, hard. 

     "I said SUCK IT, cunt!" she shouted. She began pushing it in again. Tears
spilled down Amy's face as she tried to relax her throat to take the huge
invader.  She got almost half of it down her throat before she started gagging
again. Tanya slapped her ass, harder. "Do I have to get the pliers again,
bitch?" 

    "MMMm-mmmh," Amy said, a look of panic in her eyes. She worked her lips
frantically, trying to take more of the artificial cock in her mouth. Tanya
laughed and shoved another inch into Amy's throat. "Now keep it there, while I
get ready." She stood up, leaving the huge phallus hanging partway from  Amy's
mouth. "Tom," she said,  -~help Amy. If it falls out of her mouth, or if any of
it slips out, I'll punish her." Tom groaned with lust as he stepped over to his
bound wife kneeling on the bed. He gripped the base of the dildo, holding it in
Amy's mouth. His other hand was busy stroking his hard dick. Amy gave him a
look of pure hatred as she saw how turned on he was by her degradation. Fresh
tears spilled down her cheeks. 

   Tanya stepped up and took the dildo from tom's hand.. "Thank you, Tom, you
worthless needle dicked piece of shit," she said sweetly. Tom noticed that she
had stripped off the leotard and fastened a black leather harness around her
waist. Slowly, she slid the dildo out of Amy's mouth. Amy gasped for breath as
she pulled it all the way out. Tanya fastened the dildo into the harness so it
stood out in front of her. It looked like some evil weapon dangling between
Tanya's thighs. She climbed up behind Amy and placed the dildo at the lips of
her cunt. She grabbed a handful of Amy's thick curly brown hair and pulled her
head back. "Now, fuckmeat," she growled.  -~Tell me what you want me to do." 

    "Fuck me," Amy begged. "Oh, God, fuck me...."

      "How?" Tanya demanded. 

        "Hard," Amy said. "Hard, nasty..." Tanya pressed forward. "AAAAHHHH..."
Amy cried out as the huge pole spread and stretched the lips of her pussy.
"OHHHH...OHHHGOD....NO STOP STOP ITS TOO BIG, I CAN'T AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" 

      -~Too late now, bitch," Tanya grunted as she shoved another inch into
Amy, who screamed in agony. It sounded as if Amy would tear her throat out.
Tanya showed no mercy, but continued to shove the dildo into Amy with short
brutal thrusts of her hips. Amy's screams turned to broken sobs as inch after
inch of the artificial phallus was shoved into her.  Finally, the dildo  was
buried completely in Amy's pussy. "It's good, isn't it, Amy?" the blonde woman
taunted. 

      Amy raised her head. "Yes," she groaned. "It's good...it's so big....oh,
please...please fuck me..." 

       "I thought you weren't a lesbian, Amy-slut?" Tanya sneered. "Now you're
asking me to fuck you?" 

     "Please....please...I'll do anything you want....I'll be anything you
want...just fuck me...make me come, please, please...." Tanya grabbed a handful
of Amy's hair and began fucking her, slow and hard.

     "UUUNNNH! UNNNNH!" Amy cried out.  Her eyes were open, unseeing, glazed
with ecstasy as Tanya fucked her. "YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG
COCK!" She began thrusting her hips back against Tanya's brutal strokes. The
motion caused her big tits to swing beneath her. Tom could hear the wet
slurping sounds of Amy's dripping  cunt clasping and contracting around the
huge plastic dick. 

     "Damn," Tanya said. She turned to Tom, smiling.  "Your wife fucks  like a
bitch in heat."  She turned Amy's face back towards the camera. "You like
Mistress's  big cock, don't you, you whore?" 


     "I love it," Amy panted. "I love it...I love your big cock, Mistress
Tanya....please, please, don't stop fucking me.." 

      "Is it better than your husband's?" she taunted. 

       "Oh god, so much better," Amy gasped. "So much better...oh god, I'm
going to...I'm going to...you're fucking me so good...I'm going to...OH GOD!
YES! I'M COMING! COMING FOR YOU! MISTRESS! AAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAHHHH!"  Tanya rode
her harder, forcing scream after orgasmic scream from Amy's throat. Amy came
again and again as Tanya ravished her with the big dildo. Tom cried out as he
came, too. His own orgasm was so intense that he saw stars. He fell to his
knees, groaning. 

    When his vision cleared, he looked up. Tanya had pulled the dildo from
Amy's cunt and removed it from it's harness. She was holding it up in front of
Amy's face. It glistened with Amy's cum juice. 

  "Filthy little slut," Tanya  said. "You've gotten my cock all nasty. Clean it
up."  Amy moaned and obediently began licking her juices off the dildo. Tanya
looked at Tom and smiled. "She's really gotten to love the taste of pussy,
hasn't she? I think I'll make her lick me again before Marcus gets here. But
for you," she said, her face becoming stern. "Show's over. You've gotten your
money's worth. Now get out." 

   Tom got up and stumbled into the living room. The door closed behind him. He
threw himself on the couch face down and wept. 		

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