<HTML><FONT  SIZE=3 PTSIZE=10>Subject: At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 3 (MF,NC,rape)<BR>
From: "Jane Smith" <jusstme33@hotmail.com><BR>
Date: 1/31/99 2:26 PM West Asia Standard Time<BR>
Message-id: <19495eli$9901310426@qz.little-neck.ny.us><BR>
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At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 3<BR>
<BR>
After my last humiliating encounter with my brother-in-law I'd tried to <BR>
avoid him.  I felt violated and ashamed, especially about the way I had <BR>
responded to him.  My husband noticed I wasn't myself but I fobbed off <BR>
with the excuse that I had a touch of 'flu.  Then, just to complicate <BR>
matters, my husband made love to me one night and for the first time <BR>
brought me to orgasm.  Our love-making was nothing like Ian's assaults <BR>
on my body and my orgasm was on a fraction of the ones I had experienced <BR>
with Ian.  Nethertheless it was special because it was with my husband.  <BR>
He was so pleased and proud that he had at last managed to give me an <BR>
orgasm but a little voice at the back of my mind wondered if Ian's rape <BR>
had contributed something to this.  <BR>
<BR>
I knew if John ever found out about Ian raping me that would be the <BR>
conclusion he would draw and it was one more reason why I could never <BR>
tell him about Ian's attacks.  Neither was there any possible way I <BR>
could go to the police without John finding out.  I wasn't physically <BR>
strong enough to fight Ian off.  I began working out every day at the <BR>
gym to try and build muscle but Ian was taller and heavier than I and it <BR>
was unlikely I'd ever be able to win against him.  I casually suggested <BR>
to my husband that I should start taking self defence lessons of some <BR>
kind.  He wasn't opposed to the idea until we went to look at some of <BR>
the clubs.  They all seemed to be in rough areas and more geared towards <BR>
teaching people to injure each other rather than defend yourself.  Then <BR>
Ian heard what we were looking into and offered to teach me the basics <BR>
at home.  He claimed to have taken classes in several different martial <BR>
arts for several years so that was the end of that idea.  I was still <BR>
trying to think of a way out of my situation when Ian attacked again.<BR>
<BR>
I hadn't realised that John had another of his early morning meetings <BR>
until I heard the front door closing and realised he wasn't besides me <BR>
in bed.  I was still half asleep and it hadn't sunk in before the <BR>
bedroom door crashed open and Ian hit the light switch.  Dazzled by the <BR>
sudden light I was to busy shielding my eyes to fully comprehend the <BR>
situation by which time Ian had tossed the covers aside and had my <BR>
t-shirt pushed over my head.  He attacked my breasts like he was <BR>
starving and they were the first food he had seen in days.  I began <BR>
struggling and thumping him but he easily brushed my blows away and <BR>
continued.  Already my body was responding, my nipples hardening and my <BR>
insides tightening.<BR>
<BR>
Desperately I brought my knee up with all my strength.  It caught him in <BR>
the stomach and he momentarily rolled off me, gasping for breath.  I <BR>
somehow scrambled out of the bed and half ran half fell down the stairs.  <BR>
I heard Ian's roar of anger and could hear his feet thudding down the <BR>
stairs behind me.  I fled into the kitchen and grabbed my biggest knife <BR>
from the block on the side.  I whirled round and as Ian came towards me <BR>
jabbed it at him.  He stopped and quickly stepped back out of reach.  <BR>
For a moment things were at an impasse.  I held onto the counter-top <BR>
while I tried to get my breath back, the knife gripped tight in my hand.  <BR>
I could see him thinking but I was totally unprepared for what he did <BR>
next.  He took a step forward until the knife tip was resting against <BR>
his chest and grinned at me.<BR>
<BR>
'If you want to use that knife, go ahead.  However you're going to have <BR>
to seriously injure me to stop me fucking you.  In fact you'll probably <BR>
have to kill me.  How are you going to explain that away.  And even if <BR>
you just cut me you'll still have to explain to John why.  If he asks me <BR>
you know I'll tell him the truth, or at least my version of it.  Is that <BR>
really what you want?'  I started at him like a memorised rabbit.  If he <BR>
had attacked me I would probably defended myself with the knife in the <BR>
heat of the moment.  But he had calmed the situation down and made me <BR>
look at the consequences.<BR>
<BR>
'Come on decide.'  he demanded and moved my hand so the knife was <BR>
resting against his throat. 'Either kill me or put the knife down and <BR>
come upstairs.'  Feeling more trapped than ever I slowly put the knife <BR>
down on the counter and let him lead me back to the bedroom.  There <BR>
seemed little point in resisting him when he pushed me down on the bed <BR>
and dived between my legs.  He used his mouth on my clit and cunt but <BR>
somehow my whole body felt numb with despair.  It felt as if he was <BR>
doing it to someone else and I was just watching.  He didn't seem to <BR>
notice and soon he positioned me on my hands and knees and began fucking <BR>
me from behind.  He had barely started when the sound of the front door <BR>
being unlocked jerked me back to an awareness of my surroundings.  For <BR>
some reason John had returned.  I couldn't let him walk in and find me <BR>
being fucked by his brother.  I quickly pulled away from Ian and hurried <BR>
into the hall.  John must have heard my footsteps and he put his head <BR>
round the corner of the stairs and looked up at me.  I leant over the <BR>
banister, striving to appear normal.<BR>
<BR>
'Morning darling,' John whispered, 'I didn't mean to wake you.  Can you <BR>
believe it, I forgot my briefcase.'<BR>
<BR>
'Won't you be too late for your meeting now?'  I whispered back.  Out of <BR>
the corner of my eye I saw Ian quietly walking towards me.  I tried to <BR>
concentrate on John's explanation of how he had phoned to explain and <BR>
the meeting was still on.  Ian had reached the hall and sunk to his <BR>
knees besides me.  He put his hands on my thighs and began forcing them <BR>
apart.  I tried to stop him but I was more concerned with John not <BR>
noticing something was wrong.  I gave some reply to John's explanation <BR>
but most of my attention was on Ian.  He had succeeded in opening my <BR>
legs and was now using his tongue to torment my cunt while his fingers <BR>
played with my clit.  I tried to concentrate on what John was saying but <BR>
it was so difficult.  I wanted to squirm and moan and the pleasure being <BR>
generated by Ian's assault on my pussy fizzed through me.  Then to my <BR>
alarm I realised that John was coming up the stairs to kiss me goodbye.  <BR>
I leaned further over the banisters to kiss him so he wouldn't come to <BR>
the top and see what his brother was doing, even though this gave Ian <BR>
even more access to my pussy.  John smiled as my breasts swung towards <BR>
him and he caressed them gently as he kissed my mouth.  It was too much <BR>
and I couldn't help giving a moan.  John was surprised and pleased by my <BR>
response and gave each nipple a gentle kiss.  I moaned again as my <BR>
nipples hardened and Ian intensified his actions on my pussy.  John <BR>
nuzzled my breasts some more, whispering the intimate things husbands <BR>
and wives say when they're making love, before kissing me again.  I <BR>
kissed him back desperately, aware that I was close to the edge of <BR>
orgasm.<BR>
<BR>
'I wish I could stay and play,' John whispered reluctantly, 'but I'm <BR>
already late and I have to go.  We'll go to bed early tonight and fool <BR>
around, OK.  Now you'd better hurry back to bed before we wake Ian up.  <BR>
Think how embarrassed you would be if he came out here and caught you <BR>
with no clothes on.'  He gave me one last kiss and caress of my breasts, <BR>
unaware that his brother had two fingers pounding in and out of my cunt <BR>
while he sucked on my clit.  I didn't know if I was glad or sorry to see <BR>
John go.  The moment the door closed behind John Ian stood up and pushed <BR>
his cock into my dripping cunt.  I braced myself against the banister <BR>
and met every thrust.  I dimly heard our car start up as the first wave <BR>
of orgasm hit me.  Ian came too and collapsed against me.  <BR>
<BR>
I could feel him laughing against me but I was beyond caring.  Even <BR>
though I had just come it wasn't enough.  When Ian pushed me to my knees <BR>
and shoved his cock in my face I didn't hesitate.  I went to work <BR>
licking and sucking, needing it hard again.  I didn't make even token <BR>
resistance when Ian led me back to the bed and pulled me on top of him.  <BR>
I rode him like a wild animal, grinding my clit against him and impaling <BR>
my cunt repeatedly on his cock as orgasm after orgasm hit me.  At last <BR>
the orgasms grew shorter and I collapsed on the bed, hardly aware of <BR>
whether Ian had come again or not.<BR>
<BR>
'Well you're starting to get the hang of this fucking business, aren't <BR>
you.'  Ian said, sounding very smug.  'Are we going to have an end of <BR>
this fighting me off now?'<BR>
<BR>
'What do you mean?'  I asked wearily.<BR>
<BR>
'Well I'm getting tired of having to fight you before I fuck you.  I <BR>
want you to do what I say from now on without arguments or resistance.  <BR>
If you don't I'll tell John exactly what happened today.  I'll tell him <BR>
that while he was kissing his beloved wife I had my tongue up her cunt <BR>
and five minutes later we fucking each other senseless.'<BR>
<BR>
'I've had enough of you and your threats.'  I said, dredging up some <BR>
defiance from somewhere.  'Go ahead and tell him what you want.  I'll <BR>
tell him you're making the whole thing up because you're jealous of our <BR>
happiness after the mess you made of your relationship.  I think he'll <BR>
believe me.'  Ian slapped me hard across the face, knocking me across <BR>
the bed.  He grabbed my hair, pulling me close to his face.<BR>
<BR>
'Listen you little bitch, he'll believe me.  I could hear every word he <BR>
said to you, include all his little pet names for your tits and your <BR>
cunt.  How are you going to explain that away?'  He had trapped me again <BR>
with his logic.  Still I was trying to think of a way out.<BR>
<BR>
'You want me to let you rape me without fighting you?'  I asked slowly <BR>
while thinking as fast as I could.<BR>
<BR>
'Is it still rape when you enjoy it so much like the slut you are?' he <BR>
asked, sneering at me.<BR>
<BR>
'If I don't want you to do it then it's rape.'  I snapped back.  'What <BR>
do I get out of this deal?'<BR>
<BR>
'Apart from me not spilling the beans to John and about five or six <BR>
orgasms every time we fuck?  What else do you want?'<BR>
<BR>
'I'll co-operate on the condition that you move out within a month.'  I <BR>
told him.  Once he was no longer living here I knew it would be easy <BR>
enough to make sure I was never alone with him again.  It was the only <BR>
way out of the situation I could see.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
'I think I can live with that.  You be my sex slave and I'll be out by <BR>
the end of the month.  Deal.'<BR>
<BR>
'Deal' I agreed.<BR>
<BR>
'OK.  From now on when John goes to work early I expect you to crawl <BR>
into my bed and wake me up by sucking my cock.  The first thing I want <BR>
to see when I open my eyes is your pussy.  Got it?  No more arguing and <BR>
fighting, you just do what I say from now on.  Now come suck me clean, <BR>
I'm going to be late.'  Hoping desperately that I had done the best <BR>
thing possible I obeyed.<BR>
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