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From: RavensDrkGothic@aol.com
Full-name: RavensDrkGothic
Subject: {ASSM} Poker Debt
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Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2015 07:10:55 -0500
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Poker Debt (MF, rape)
 
Lisa comes out of the bedroom, wearing her blue teddy with a  terrycloth 
robe over it.  It is belted tight around her waist, as she  passes, where her 
husband, Peter is sitting at the table with one other  guy.  She doesn't 
know him; but he is one really big dude.  Tall and  wide, he watches her as she 
walks to the bathroom.
    The poker game is over for the night, it  seems.  Looking at the pile 
of chips in front of the newcomer and the look  on her husband's face, things 
didn't go well for him tonight or should she say  this morning.  It is 
almost 5:00 AM and works comes early.  Yawning  she goes into the bathroom and 
pisses and wipes.  Coming back out, she  glances at her husband, who has his 
coat on and looks to be going out.   "I'll be back by the time you have to 
dress for work," he says his hand on the  door.  "Oh.  Johnnie here is going 
to crash here for a few hours," the  door closing behind Peter.
    Looking over at Johnnie, Lisa says "hi"  with a brief wave and walks 
into her bedroom, starting to close the door behind  her.  She feels pressure 
on the door and then is pushed backwards, as  Johnnie pushs his way into the 
room.  "Get out," she screams at him,  backing away.  "Your husband, forgot 
to tell you about the debt he accrued  at the game."  "You, honey, are his 
marker, he owes me $250 and that is  worth two hours of your time."  "Take 
your robe off, bitch," he commands,  stepping into the room.
    Lisa looks around, fear in her eyes, trying  to find somewhere to run, 
or something with which to protect herself.   Lunging to the right, she 
reaches for a pair of scissors on the dresser.   Her wrist is caught in a steel 
grip, and Johnnie grabs her waist and spins her  around, throwing her across 
the room to stumble and fall down against the side  of the bed.  He follows 
quickly kneeling down by her and pulls her robe  open, a light slap across 
her cheek, as she starts to yell.  "Don't think  about that again, or it 
will be much harder."  Her legs kicking out, trying  to kick him in the groin, 
one striking his thigh, pain in her foot as it is like  a steel I-beam.  He 
pulls the robe down over her back, her arms pinned at  her side and her own 
weight on the floor keeping it secure.
    Leaning down his lips, savage a kiss from  her lips, looking into her 
eyse, seeming fear and terror.  His hand paws at  her breast, the fingers 
closing over a mound of teddy covered flesh, fingers  cruelly rolling her 
nipple.  Squeezing and twisting the small bud.  In  spite of the pain, her nipple 
extends and hardens into an eraser size nub.   His body now straddling her 
hips, the heavy weight keeping her pressed to the  floor.  Her hands 
helplessly entangled in her robe.  Twisting under  him trying to escape his hand 
and then hands.  Both kneading and squeezing  her round breasts.  His fingers 
reach up and pull at the top button on her  teddy, the button popping off 
and it is opened exposing her chest and large  breasts, as the flimsy material 
snares and then rips.
    Sliding down her pinned hips till he is  straddling her thighs and then 
slowly lifting up to push one tree trunk of a leg  between her thighs.  The 
leg separates her legs and then his other leg  pries between and settles 
between her thigh.  Leaning on his hands, his  weigh keeps her torso pinned to 
the floor, one hand reaching for the small thin  bikinis bottoms, ripping 
them down the front in one quick move.  Her pubes  are exposed, his hand 
pushing at her lips and her slit, rubbing along the  ridge.  Breathing heavily 
she struggles in this voiceless  fight.
    As she lies helpless his legs spread and in  do so open her vulnerable 
flesh, spreading her thighs and then her slit, his  fingers still probing 
the now moist flesh.  In spite of herself, the force  and terror are also 
turning her body on.  The man smiling as his sausage  fingers, push deeper into 
her warm hole.  Her hips trying to twist away,  but only succeeding to allow 
his fingers further access.  Tears  of humiliation in her eyes, as his 
fingers saw in and then out of her  now very wet hole.
    Biting her lip in frustration, her breath  irregular, chest heaving, 
still trying to twist away.  The man fumbling at  his waist and then lifting 
up momentarily, one hand pushing his jeans down  around his thighs, and as he 
lowers himself down, Lisa feels his hard cock, push  against her leg.  A 
low moan, and she redoubles her struggle,  legs  splayed trying to kick or 
push the man from between her legs.  His hands  now gripping her hips, holding 
her firmly in place, his cock pushes forward,  touching her lips and then 
pushing at her slit.  Feeling the head slide  forward and push the walls of 
her pussy aside, his huge, and it is much bigger  than her husband, Peter's.  
A quick jab, a cry of pain, and his cock, has  speared her to the floor.  
Buried deep, his rough pubic hair, scratching at  her bare pubes.  Eyes closed 
as he pulls back and ramps his cock deep  again, pushing her into the 
floor.  Stroke after punishing stroke driving  deep into her warm, moist tunnel, 
stretching the walls, and they accommodating  his length and his extreme 
girth.
    Lying wanting to cry out, but remembering  the stinging slap and the 
threat of a more violent response, keeping her lips  silent; but for moans and 
the sound of her heavy breathing.  Eyes still  closed feeling, in spite of 
herself, her thighs flexed around his hips, and his  huge organ pounding 
into her now betraying cunt.  As she opens her eyes for  a moment, seeing the 
look of lust and triumph, as her legs tighten more around  his waist.  
Holding him from pulling free.  A long whimper of defeat,  as his hard dick, 
drives her to a quivering orgasm.  His cock pounding her  flesh into limp meat.  
And as she now watches, the flicker in his eyes and  then the spurt of seed, 
deep in her pussy.  Three, four and now six, hard  pumps, as he empties 
into her willing hole.
    Crying softly, that she has yielded to his  hard sex.  Then realizing 
that, she shouldn't feel guilty, but pissed at  her husband, selling her like 
a whore to be used, to pay for his  debt.
    Lying there for a couple of minutes,  Johnnie, sucking at her hard 
nipple.  Worrying her sensitive flesh with his  teeth and lips and tongue.  
Feeling him finally pull out of her open hole,  his cum leaking down her thighs 
and then unto the carpet.  Eyes closed not  wanting to see the gloat in the 
man, who forced to pleasure with his will and  hard organ.
    Eyes, opening in surprise, as she feels  herself lifted up, robe pulled 
off of her body, teddy hanging ripped and torn,  been dropped onto the bed. 
 Quickly she tries to break away; but his  quickness belying his size, he 
throws her again to bounce on the bed.   Pulling the belt from her robe, he 
grabs her wrists and ties them, over her head  to the top of the bed.  
Climbing off of the bed, he searches the drawers of  dresser and pulls out nylons 
and spreading her legs, ties them to the foot of  the bed.  Cum leaking out 
her open pussy, staining the covers of her  marriage bed. 
    A look of fright, as Johnnie, finds her  toys under her panties in the 
drawer,  Taking a ball gag, he shoves it in  her mouth and ties it around 
the back of her head.  Taking a butt plug, he  shoves it in her pussy and 
coated with her juices, then forces it into her  ass.  Taking a life like 
vibrator, he turns it on and rolls it over her  nipples and circles around her 
breasts.  Watching her move to the touch of  the vibrating cock.  Whimpers 
escaping her lips, muffled by the gag, but  still audible.  The vibrator working 
across her belly, the muscles  trembling under her skin.   
    Across her pubes the vibrator moves, her  hips arching under the touch, 
his hand undoing the gag, as he watches her beg  for the touch and listens 
to her moans and whimpers of need.  The plastic  cock, slides into her 
pussy, the hmmmmm dull; but her hips bucking, trying to  swallow the intruding 
organ.....  drawing it slowly out of her pussy,  watching as in shame, she 
arches trying to reach for the shaft.
    As she lies, breathing heavily, he moves  over her again, dangling his 
swollen cock at the entrance to her cunt.   Just touching the swollen lips, 
again her hips arching searching for the meat to  ease her need.  Teasing 
her, his cock head enters her pussy and then pulls  free, again and again, and 
then slowly sinking further, each time he pulls  free.  The thick veined 
shaft, bulging in her tunnel.  Each full  stroke pulling a moan of pleasure,  
his fingers rubbing and tweaking  her peeking clit.  Her hole wet and slimy 
with her juice.  Pulling  free of her hole,  he massages her lips and clit 
with his fingers.   Slimy, the easily slide around her lips and probe into 
her hole and then caress  her swollen nipples and breasts.
    "Please, please," the soft whisper from  Lisa's lips.  Eyes filled with 
lust, hips shaking in frustration, chest  heaving.  Looking down at her, he 
shoves his cock hard, causing them both  to bounce on the mattress.  Savage 
strokes, and loud groans, as finally  Lisa, pushes her hips, grasping at 
his cock in her velvety hole.  Crying,  as she finds that he has savagely 
fucked her and made her beg for his touch and  cock.
    Pulling free, of her enveloping sheath, he  looks at the pinched nose 
and twitching lips and stroking his cock, he spews  another load of cum.  The 
droplets spilling across her stomach and breasts,  spattering on her lips 
and face and some in her hair.  The last few  dripping onto her pussy lips.  
Laughing, Johnnie leaves the room, after  shoving the dildo into her pussy.  
The low hmmmmmm filling the room, that  and Lisa's soft whimpers.....
    Popping a beer, Johnnie listens to the  silence of the house and then, 
the soft moaning in the next  room.........
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