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Subject: {ASSM} The Cuckold's Revenge (MF, nc, drug, rape, sad, anal, fist, humil, preg)
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The Cuckold's Revenge (MF, nc, drug, rape, sad, anal, fist, humil, preg)
An American Cuckold, Part II

by Prometheus
(C)2008



Svetlana Archer stared at her iPhone in disbelief. She had no new messages. 
Despite hitting send/receive a dozen times, there were no messages, not even 
one from her horny lover. She text'd Jack again impatiently. For three days 
she had implored him to call her, text her, anything. But still nothing. 
Calls to his office were unreturned. She choked back a tear, and looked 
around the breakfast nook with sad eyes.

Frank Archer pretended to read the paper, all the while observing his lovely 
Russian wife out of the corner of his eye. His friend, the private detective 
Jim Travis, had called on Jack Rutledge a week before in Dallas. Travis 
offered to lose the lurid video collection he'd amassed, in exchange for 
Jack's agreement to dump his beautiful mistress. Rutledge, who'd been 
looking for an excuse to leave the clingy Svetlana, readily agreed, in 
exchange for a copy of the fuck tapes. Jack figured he'd have a good story 
to tell over drinks, and could not wait to see himself playing the role of 
Peter North in Jim Travis's videos. The drive to Shreveport was getting old 
anyway. There was plenty of pussy closer to home, and he was tired of the 
needy Sveta's constant communications.

Frank's ears burned as he recalled the humiliation that Sveta had heaped on 
him the past two months. She had ridiculed his cock size, his sexual 
stamina, his looks, his height, even his breath, for weeks. She'd forced him 
to lick her pussy and asshole clean, to make a meal of another man's sperm 
that she brought home from the casino. "Payback is a bitch, baby." thought 
Frank. "I'm nobody's durak (fool)."

Unknown to Sveta, the yogurt drink she was sipping was spiked. In his anger 
and jealousy, Frank had conferred with another old friend from high school, 
a local fertility specialist named Dr. Anton Meyer. Meyer, who loved Frank 
and lusted Svetlana, counseled Frank carefully on the best ways to get his 
wife with child. For two weeks, Frank carefully ground Clomid with a mortar 
provided by Dr. Meyer, and mixed the powder in with her customary breakfast 
beverage. Meyer had cautioned against risking multiple pregnancy with too 
high a dose, but Frank doubled the dose anyway, and eagerly watched the 
unsuspecting Sveta drink his concoction each morning. The birth control 
pills Svetlana took daily after her shower, were actually a placebo packaged 
to look like her Ortho Novum, also provided to Frank by Dr. Meyer.

"I want you to be big with my babies, blyad (whore)." thought Frank. He 
pictured Sveta's pussy loose and worn, stretch marks on her stomach, and her 
once proud titties sagging around her knees. No man would ever want her 
again. No man that is but Frank Archer.

Sveta readied herself for her shift at the casino. Her breasts felt 
unusually large and tender as she tucked them into her bustier. "I must get 
a hold on my emotions," she thought. She had noticed that she had been much 
more emotional of late, but attributed that to Jack's sudden refusal to take 
or return her calls. "Thank God, I did not walk out on Frank for Jack. That 
bastard will pay if it's the last thing I do." Svetlana consoled herself by 
imagining a $1,000 day for tips. "The casino will keep my mind off Jack, for 
sure." She consciously tried, but failed, to push her lascivious 
recollections of Jack's rampant cock stretching her every hole. Sveta vowed 
to be more careful in selecting her next lover, then perhaps she could leave 
the creepy Frank Archer behind forever.

Svetlana had a good day at the casino and pulled into the driveway of her 
home shortly after sunset. Frank looked through the window, as he finished 
compounding a special glass of wine for the tall lovely brunette. Frank 
scraped the ground Rohypnol and GHB into a large wine glass filled with 
Sveta's favorite Zinfandel, and stirred until the concoction was perfectly 
clear without a trace of the drugs showing.

Sveta opened the door and noticed that Frank had lit candles. "I hope that 
little durak does not have plans for sex tonight," she thought 
contemptuously. Frank came around the corner from the kitchen with a glass 
of wine in his hand .

"Hey baby. How was the floor today?"

Sveta rolled her eyes. Frank's pathetic attempts at small talk consisted of 
three questions: "How was your day?" "How is your mother?" or "What would 
you like to do this weekend?" She had them memorized, and was tired of his 
predictability.

"Long, slow day." She sighed. "Not much action or tips until the end of my 
shift. Pit boss put Inna on my table, and now she's going to make all the 
money tonight." Sveta thought how Inna had sucked their black pit boss's 
cock daily for weeks in the changing room to get such a prime assignment. 
"Maybe I'll have to suck some black cock too, before it's all over," she 
thought with a little self-pity.

"I recorded Gray's Anatomy for you," said Frank. "Have a glass of wine, and 
relax while I finish dinner."

Frank walked back into the kitchen, and Svetlana plopped her lanky frame 
onto the sofa, sipping the Zinfandel. If Jack Rutledge would not take her 
calls, maybe she'd just drink all the wine in the house and get a good night's 
rest for a change. She quickly finished the wine and called out to Frank for 
a refill. Frank quickly appeared by her side with another glass, carefully 
spiked just like the first.

Sveta enjoyed her wine, but found it difficult to concentrate on the nurses' 
objections to Dr. McSteamy's trysts at Grace Hospital, and their new "date 
and tell" plan to thwart him. Her breasts felt unusually large and pendulous 
in her bustier; her nipples were tender. She felt a warm buzz as the room 
became softer and darker. Where her eyes closing? "God, I hope you suffer 
Jack," she groggily thought, as the room began to lose focus. She slugged 
the last of the wine, before dropping the glass to the floor with a clink.

Frank looked around the corner at the slumped Svetlana. She had slid 
forward, causing her skirt to rise along her thighs. He could see a wisp of 
her thong, cupping her bulging mound between her slightly parted legs.

"Sveta! Sveta! Wake up!" Frank shook the slumbering beauty, carefully at 
first, then with greater insistency and force, until she stirred slightly 
and moaned. Frank took his hand back, then lightly began to slap Svetlana 
about the face, breasts, and thighs. She did not flinch or react in any way. 
Dr. Meyer had told him he'd have at least six hours. Frank smiled and 
shouted to the silent room. "Svetlana Yakimenko prepare for a night to 
remember! A night you won't remember!"

Frank took out a camera and pulled Sveta fat tits out of her bustier. 
Fishing around in her purse, he took her dark lipstick and used it to color 
Svetlana's nipples and areola dark red, before snapping some photos with his 
cell phone. Removing her high heels, Jack spread her legs wide and snapped 
more pictures of her crotch, her pussy, and her asshole.

Taking his straining cock from his pants, Frank opened Sveta's drooling 
mouth wide and began to fuck her moist lips. He turned on his cellphone's 
video function, and practiced several takes before making a short film of 
his cock bulging Sveta's cheeks, pushing so hard one could clearly discern 
the size and shape of his strawberry shaped cockhead pushing in and out. 
Frank pulled up Jack Rutledge's phone number from the directory, which he 
had copied from a phone bill, and hit "send." "Look who's fucking Svetlana 
now, you bastard!" he laughed out loud, pleased and relieved to unload the 
shame and doubt the past months had burdened him with.

Frank brought in a large cardboard box, lighting, and a tripod for his 
digital recorder from the garage, and set the room up for his activities. 
Pulling a hand written list from his pocket, he tacked it to the wall with a 
pen attached. Frank had been very thorough in his preparations, and did not 
intend to overlook a thing.

Taking a ball gag from the box, Frank pressed it into sleeping Sveta's 
mouth, then bridled down the straps tightly, securing the red ball deep in 
her mouth. Stripping the rest of her clothes from her limp body, Frank took 
more pictures of the lovely Russian, draping her over furniture, laying her 
on the dining room table, even spooning dog food on her pussy and 
encouraging their Labrador, Una, to lick it off. All the while, the digital 
recorders continued to hum.

Frank next carried a large weight bench from the garage and set it in the 
middle of the living room facing the camera. He placed a wedge ramp cushion 
on the bench before carrying the prone Svetlana and laying her over it, her 
white ass cheeks high in the air, and her legs splayed so that her pussy and 
ass were clearly visible. Frank's cock was very hard, as he explored Sveta's 
body. He removed all of his clothes, and began to touch and finger the 
unconscious girl's asshole and pussy roughly, with glee. For the first time 
in their relationship, his touch did not bring a single complaint from 
Svetlana's lips.

Frank took a speculum provided by Dr. Meyer and slid it abruptly into Sveta's 
dry sphincter. While zooming the video with a remote, Frank began to crank 
the speculum apart, causing the Russian's anus to bulge, then part open. 
Frank hungrily looked at the red walls of Sveta's rectum and noticed it 
appeared clean and almost shit free. Frank snapped pictures of the lewdly 
displayed anal opening with both his camera and digital video recorder, 
before scraping a handful of compounded Clomid into the gaping wound and 
rubbing it into her highly veined rectal walls with a finger.

Frank produced a riding crop, and proceeded to spank Svetlana's pale shapely 
ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs. Red welts quickly appeared on her 
quivering flesh, which he then attacked with renewed vigor. Frank continued 
his assault in this manner, until Sveta's entire backside was red and 
inflamed. Taking her lipstick in his hand, Frank drew several large 
concentric circles on the lovely Russian's backside, forming a target around 
her gaping ass. "FUCK ME HERE!" he wrote in large letters above her ass. 
Frank lubricated his prick good, resisting the urge to shoot his wad too 
quickly. He removed the speculum and forced his six inch cock deep into 
Svetlana's asshole, grunting:

"There once was a guy named Dave,

"Who kept a dead whore in his cave," laughed Frank.

"He said there's no class,

"In screwing dead ass,

"But look at the money you save!"

Frank climbed up higher on the bench, and shoved his dick in and out of 
Sveta's dirt chute, as fast and as hard as he could, building each thrust 
with greater speed and intensity.

"You've fucked my ass for years, bitch!" he snarled. "Like the way that 
feels?" Frank watched his wife's tender anus strain to keep up with his 
relentless thrusting. He pulled all the way out and zoomed in as her red 
gaping shit hole attempted to close, before stuffing his cock back in deep 
for another round. Pausing, Frank went to the kitchen and brought back a 
large cucumber which he forced into the prone Russian's anus till it bled. 
Frank zoomed the video to catch the cuke slowly being expelled by Sveta's 
tormented bowels, only to shove it back in even deeper than before. 
Laughing, Frank wiped his bloody, shit stained cock on Svetlana's face, 
smearing her makeup with the juices.

Frank removed the cucumber and shoved an ass plug into Sveta's bleeding 
hole. He rolled her over and reposition the wedge in a way that caused her 
ass to be higher in the air, and her tits slightly up. Svetlana's eyes were 
open, but the pupils rolled back so only white showed. Frank snapped several 
more pictures of Sveta's contorted pale face, covered with her own bloody 
shit provided by her husband's cock.

"Fucking prick tease! Let's see how many men want to fuck your shitty 
smelling face!"

Taking a roll of electrical tape, Frank grabbed one of Sveta's large tits, 
twisting the nipple and pulling the entire breast away from her body in a 
manner that would have been extremely painful to a conscious woman. Frank 
roughly squeezed a handful of tit flesh and kneaded until Svetlana's breast 
mushroomed above his clenched fist. Frank wrapped the young woman's tit with 
the tape tightly, making her D-cupped breast more resemble a souffle than a 
titty. Frank took a clothes pin, and pinched Sveta's hardened nipple in it, 
before turning his attention to the other tit which he bound and clipped in 
a similar manner. Frank took the remaining clothes pins and pinched them to 
Sveta's stomach, hips, thighs and cunt lips till all were used.

Laughing, Frank began to suck Sveta's bulging tits flesh rudely, biting and 
pinching them both, until deep purple hickeys began to appear, all caught on 
digital imagery. Frank slapped the defenseless Russian's titties with his 
open palms, with the riding crop, and then with his still hard cock. 
Occasionally Sveta would groan into her ball gag, but for the most part, she 
took Frank's punishment in silence.

Frank pulled the long limbed Sveta to the edge of the bench, and pushed her 
knees back, securely tying them to the opposite end, so that her hips were 
splayed and her red pussy was open for Frank's inspection. Frank took Dr. 
Meyer's speculum again, and used it to stretch and open her vagina in a 
manner similar as her ass. Frank used a lubricant on his hands, before 
removing the speculum and sliding three fingers, his thumb, and finally his 
entire fist, into the gaping red cunt of his unfaithful and unappreciative 
spouse. Frank took an extra long time in fisting the naughty Svetlana, 
imaging that each punch of his hand was a blow to her arrogance and 
ridicule. He played and rewound the recorder several times, until he was 
confident he had recorded everything he needed.

Returning from the kitchen, Frank lay a large beaker filled with a milky 
white substance on the coffee table, before inserting his straining cock 
into Svetlana's gaping cunt. For almost a month, Frank had masturbated at 
Dr. Meyer's clinic daily, saving his seed just for this occasion. A full 
liter of Frank's thawed ejaculate waited to be used to impregnate the 
haughty Svetlana, but first Jack planned to empty his own swollen balls.

Jack fucked the lifeless Svetlana earnestly. Remembering all the while the 
times they shared in Cheylabinsk, her innocent early years, and more 
recently, her infidelity and lies, her ridicule, and her contempt.

"You need me Sveta," Frank whispered, "you need me." Frank watched her 
tortured breasts wobble in time with his thrusting.

Frank grabbed Svetlana's distended tits and began to cum. His balls pulled 
tight and he forced his cock deeper into the young Russian than he ever had 
before. He knew today was the fourteenth day of her cycle. Her knew the 
placebo's had her womb prepared. He knew the Clomid was causing her ovaries 
to release multiple follicles. He knew his stored semen would finish any job 
that his aching cock did not, and for the first time, he laughed. He laughed 
uncontrollably.

"Fuck me?" he sneered. "No! FUCK YOU!"

Groaning in final release, Frank fell forward, his balls emptying, as 
copious amounts of his cum shot deep into Sveta's bleeding and open cunt. 
Frank lay panting on Sveta like she was a mattress, before reinserting the 
speculum and using a funnel to pour the beaker's contents into the young 
Russian's gaping vagina, which gurgled and bubbled with a month's worth of 
Frank's jizz. Laughing, Frank scooped the remaining contents off the beaker's 
the walls, and spread it on Sveta's tits, on her face, and all through her 
hair. She was left a sticky, smeared, wreck. Frank zoomed in and captured 
the bubbling cauldron that now was Sveta's vagina, as Frank's seed ran deep 
into her unprotected and highly fertile womb.

Frank Archer inserted a latex plug into Sveta's bloody pussy to hold his 
sperm. Frank cleaned up the evidence, unbound her body and breasts, and 
carried her welt marked, bruised, and sticky body to the bedroom. Frank 
drove down the road to a dumpster behind Target, and threw away all of the 
items he had used, and returned home just as the sky turned pink before 
dawn.

Sveta woke hours later with a shock. Her eyes were stuck shut, and only with 
effort was she able to pull them apart. She felt the cum in her hair, then 
gasped to see her breasts and body covered in bite marks, welts, and 
bruises. There was still some kind of dildo in her vagina, and a large 
amount of cum ran out when she removed it. "Thank God for birth control," 
she thought looking at the sticky lake of cum pooling between her legs.

On the night stand was a glass of orange juice and a rose, with a note from 
Frank that read, "I left for work. Thank you love, for a night we will both 
long remember." Sveta honestly did not remember a thing, except for watching 
a little Gray's Anatomy. "That bastard! I was so tired. It looks like he 
took advantage of me." she smirked. "Oh well, I'll be rid of him soon 
enough."

(Six weeks later.)

Svetlana sat nervously on the examination table, as Dr. Meyer performed a 
pelvic exam. She braced her feet against the stirrups as the middle aged 
doctor put his gloved fingers in her pussy, on her tits, and even in her 
anus. Svetlana could not be sure, but the doctor seemed to be taking things 
at an inordinately slow pace, touching her most private placed repeatedly, 
and why did he keep winking at Frank? "He's touched my clit a dozen times, 
oh God don't let me get any wetter," she thought.

"This gel may feel a little cool," Dr. Meyer cautioned. Rotating the 
sonogram's wand over Sveta's full abdomen, the doctor peered into the 
monitor. A strange whooshing sound filled the room with noise. Dr. Meyer 
commented, "Yes, there is a heart beat... and another... and another. Nurse 
Pritchard, is that another I see in the distal quadrant?"

"I think it is two." replied the nurse.

"I think you're right. Frank, did you hear that? You and Svetlana are the 
proud parents-to-be of quintuplets!"

Svetlana felt her eyes brimming with tears. The room spun, as she suppressed 
a desire to vomit. "Nyet! It is not possible. I am on the birth control 
pills. This must be a mistake!"

Dr. Meyer took her hand. "There are extremely rare cases where the birth 
control pill actually renders a woman more fertile," he convincingly lied, 
smiling at Frank.

Sveta's heart and mind raced, as her life's plans flashed before her eyes. 
"I will find an abortionist," she decided, but that was before the news crew 
met the couple at the door of their house. Shreveport was abuzz with word of 
the "Archer Quints," courtesy of the press releases immediately dispatched 
from Dr. Meyer's office. Harrah's was already laying odds on the March 3rd 
due date, and Bank of America was raising funds for an addition to the 
modest Archer home. This would be the most watched pregnancy in local 
history. Frank beamed, every time a news story mentioned Svetlana and Frank 
produced five children "without the assistance of fertility drugs." His 
friends all joked about Shreveport's most "unlikely stud."

EPILOGUE:

Svetlana stood in the kitchen preparing a three a.m. feeding. Her once 
narrow hips were now fleshy and wide, her tummy and breasts covered in 
stretch marks. Varicose veins spidered across her legs. A deep red 
incisional scar crossed her abdomen, where the C-section was performed. Her 
once proud breasts, formerly her best feature, were now swollen and drooped 
badly, from five hungry mouths (six, including Frank) sucking them around 
the clock, 24 hours a day. Breast milk stains dotted her dirty housecoat.

Svetlana's hair was a mess. She wore no make up, and she'd quit shaving. Her 
hairy bush began below her belly button and stretched to the top of her ass 
crack. Sveta rarely even bothered to bathe.

There were too many diapers, too many feedings, too many burpings, baths, 
and rockings. Still, she loved her babies: Frank, Jr., Nikita, Anastasia, 
Inna, and Andrey, and she loved her patient husband, Frank, who was finally 
promoted to Assistant VP at the bank. Frank still looked at Sveta like she 
was a beauty queen, and fucked her every night with enthusiasm, like she was 
the last woman on the planet. Planet Archer, that is.

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