<HTML><FONT  SIZE=3 PTSIZE=10>Subject: At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 2 (MF,NC,rape)<BR>
From: "Jane Smith" <jusstme33@hotmail.com><BR>
Date: 1/29/99 2:44 PM West Asia Standard Time<BR>
Message-id: <19438eli$9901290444@qz.little-neck.ny.us><BR>
<BR>
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 2<BR>
<BR>
I lay awake all night, trying to think what to do.  I couldn't help <BR>
remembering the last time my brother-in-law had raped me.  I'd tried <BR>
hard to forget it had ever happened but it had been difficult.  Now he <BR>
was threatening to do it again.  I had to find some way to stop him.<BR>
<BR>
The alarm went off at six and my husband rolled out of bed and went to <BR>
the bathroom.  By the time he returned I had come up with a plan.  He <BR>
was quietly getting dressed when I startled him by saying<BR>
<BR>
'John, could I come with you this morning?'<BR>
<BR>
'I'm sorry, baby, did I wake you up?' he asked, 'I was trying to be as <BR>
quiet asI could.'<BR>
<BR>
'No, I was already awake.'<BR>
<BR>
'Oh, OK.  Now what's this about coming with me?  You couldn't come to <BR>
the meeting.  What would you do for half an hour?  Just sit in the car?'<BR>
<BR>
'Yes, or go for a walk or something.  I just thought it would be nice to <BR>
have some time together with just the two of us.'<BR>
<BR>
'It does sound like a nice idea.  If you're sure you want to I'd love <BR>
it.  You'd best get a move on though, I have to leave in ten minutes.'<BR>
<BR>
By the time John dropped me back at the house I was feeling very pleased <BR>
with myself.  I had had a lovely time with my husband and I had foiled <BR>
any plans of Ian's to rape me.  Hopefully he would get the message that <BR>
I wouldn't co-operate with his perverted scheme.<BR>
<BR>
The two men returned home together and I could tell at once that Ian was <BR>
furious with me.  The first chance he got to speak to me alone he <BR>
grabbed my hair and pulled my face close to his.<BR>
<BR>
'You are going to regret avoiding me this morning.  You are going to <BR>
regret it very much.'<BR>
<BR>
'I'm not scared of you, you bastard.'  I told him.<BR>
<BR>
'Well that shows what a stupid bitch you are, doesn't it.' he snarled, <BR>
and he cruelly twisted my nipples before pushing me away.  I tried to <BR>
tell myself he was just threatening me because he was annoyed but I soon <BR>
found out he meant every word.<BR>
<BR>
About three days later I was just finishing dusting the sitting room <BR>
when I heard the front door open and close.  It was about the time the <BR>
men usually returned home from work so I headed to the hall to welcome <BR>
my husband.  The next moment my brother-in-law came through the sitting <BR>
room door and grabbed my arms and bent me over the back of the sofa.<BR>
<BR>
'What the hell are you doing?'  I cried, trying to struggle free.  <BR>
'Where's John?'<BR>
<BR>
'He's had to go into the city for a meeting.  It's just you and me, <BR>
babe.'  Ian told me.<BR>
<BR>
I tried to struggle even harder but it was impossible.  He shifted me so <BR>
that my feet were no longer on the ground.  All my weight was on my <BR>
stomach which had the sofa back digging into it, making it hard to <BR>
breath.  He fumbled open my bra and pulled it and my top over my head <BR>
and tangled them around my arms.  The he pushed my skirt up around my <BR>
waist and ripped my knickers off.  I tried to kick him but he just <BR>
forced hi way between my thighs so I couldn't get the right angle.  He <BR>
then smacked me hard on my exposed bottom.  I cried out with the pain, <BR>
which made him laugh and smack me several more times.  When he stopped <BR>
my bottom was stinging and I was gulping back tears.  He reached forward <BR>
and grabbed my hair, twisting my head so he could look into my face.<BR>
<BR>
'That's your punishment for avoiding me.  Don't do it again.  Now guess <BR>
what's going to happen.'  For a moment I had a wild hope that he was <BR>
going to let me go.  He must have been able to tell because he gave a <BR>
loud laugh.<BR>
<BR>
'I'm going to fuck your brains out bitch.' he snarled.  He let go of my <BR>
hair and grabbed my legs, pushing them apart.  He used his thumbs to <BR>
spread my pussy lips wide, then he drove his cock into me in one brutal <BR>
movement.  I was completely unprepared and it felt like he was ripping <BR>
me apart.  I screamed and tried desperately to get away but it was <BR>
impossible.  He pulled back and slammed ruthlessly back into me, <BR>
chuckling when I screamed again.  He reached forward and found my <BR>
breasts and began squeezing and pinching them in time to his relentless <BR>
thrusts.  I could hear myself crying and begging him to stop but all I <BR>
was conscious of was the feel of his cock stretching my cunt as he <BR>
pounded away.  Then to my horror I began to feel tendrils of pleasure, <BR>
beginning from my breasts and rapidly spreading to my cunt.  Some part <BR>
of me was enjoying being used like this.  I tried to fight it but it <BR>
just seemed to intensify the feelings that were a strange mixture of <BR>
pain and pleasure.  I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed <BR>
when he came.<BR>
<BR>
I lay across the sofa back, exhausted and ashamed.  I could still feel <BR>
small twitches through my muscles and knew that I had almost come.  I <BR>
felt Ian pull out of me then heard him walking round the sofa.  He <BR>
grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, thrusting his cock in my face.<BR>
<BR>
'Clean me up.' he ordered.<BR>
<BR>
'What?'  I exclaimed, unable to believe he meant it.  His cock was still <BR>
semi-hard and covered with cum.  My hands were still twisted up my back <BR>
and entangled in my clothes and my feet were off the ground so I was <BR>
helpless to move.<BR>
<BR>
'Lick my cock clean, bitch.  You'd better hurry or some of it's going to <BR>
drip on your sofa.  Won't that make a nice stain?'  To my horror he was <BR>
right.  I had no choice but to comply with his orders.  I had <BR>
occasionally given my husband a blow-job but it wasn't something I <BR>
particularly enjoyed.  Reluctantly I began to lick at Ian's cock, <BR>
cleaning the juices off.  The taste was just as bad as I remembered but <BR>
it soon became obvious that Ian was enjoying it very much.  His cock <BR>
gradually became hard again and soon he was holding my head still and <BR>
thrusting it into my mouth.  He pushed harder and further until it felt <BR>
as if I was going to choke.  I moaned and tried to pull away but he was <BR>
holding me too tightly.  My moans drew his attention though and he <BR>
stopped.<BR>
<BR>
'I was getting a bit carried away there wasn't I?'  he asked. 'I'm glad <BR>
you stopped me.  After all we're not finished yet.'  Before I had chance <BR>
to comprehend what he was saying he had walked back round the sofa and <BR>
pulled me to my feet.  My legs were weak and trembling and I staggered <BR>
and had to hold onto him to steady myself. He took advantage of my <BR>
momentary dizziness to completely remove the rest of my clothes and drag <BR>
me into the hall.  He pushed me up against the closed kitchen door and <BR>
took his own clothes off.<BR>
<BR>
'Just to make sure you understand the situation, I'll explain a few <BR>
things for you.  I'm still horny and I want to fuck again.  However <BR>
since I've just come it's going to take longer this time for me to get <BR>
off.  Your husband is going to be coming through that door in just over <BR>
half an hour.  I'm not stopping until I've come.  So unless you want the <BR>
first thing your husband to see when he walks through the door is his <BR>
beloved wife and brother fucking like rabbits I suggest you do <BR>
everything you can to bring me to orgasm.'  To my horror I realised he <BR>
was serious.  I tried to think of someway out of my predicament but I <BR>
was trapped.  <BR>
<BR>
'Please don't.'  I whispered, 'please.'<BR>
<BR>
'Begging isn't going to change my mind but it my turn me off, you don't <BR>
want that after you did such a good job of sucking me off do you.  Come <BR>
on, let's get fucking.  After all time's ticking away.'<BR>
<BR>
Reluctantly I co-operated as he lifted me up against the door and slid <BR>
his cock inside me.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to his <BR>
shoulders as he supported me by holding my bottom.  To my shame it felt <BR>
wonderful.  My cunt was still slick with his cum so he slid in easily.  <BR>
This time the stretching felt wonderful, like I was being completely <BR>
filled.  With my back braced against the door we began to move together.  <BR>
I could feel the pleasure start up again inside me and struggled to hide <BR>
it.  My clit was pressed against his skin and every movement rubbed <BR>
against it with occasionally a stray hair adding an extra sensation.  I <BR>
closed my eyes and tried not to moan with pleasure.<BR>
<BR>
'Give me a tit.'  he ordered me.  Flushing with humiliation I used a <BR>
hand to push my breast close to his mouth.  He smirked at me, enjoying <BR>
my embarrassment, before attacking my nipples with his mouth.  He wasn't <BR>
gentle but he was through, tugging it deep into his mouth before using <BR>
his tongue and teeth on it.  It was all I needed to send me over the <BR>
edge.  My hips moved faster and my nails dug into his back as I <BR>
orgasmed.  My cunt clenched around his fat cock and I could hear myself <BR>
gasping and shouting out loud.  Gradually the spasms slowed and I opened <BR>
my eyes to see Ian smirking knowingly at me.  He was still hard and he <BR>
kept thrusting away.  He removed a hand from my bottom so I had to cling <BR>
even closer to him and began to massage my clit.  <BR>
<BR>
'You are such an easy lay.' he said, make me flush with shame.  'Give me <BR>
that other tit, lets see how quickly you'll come again.'  Even as I <BR>
compiled I could feel my insides tightening again.  It felt like only <BR>
moments before I was coming, shouting as he thrust in time with my <BR>
spasms.  My orgasm lasted even longer this time and still he hadn't <BR>
come. <BR>
<BR>
This time when I had finished he pulled out of me and went to sit on the <BR>
stairs.  He beckoned me over and made me straddle him.  He pushed on my <BR>
hips until I lowered them enough to impale my cunt on his fat cock.  We <BR>
were right next to the window and anyone coming down the path would have <BR>
a clear view of us.  At the back of my mind I knew time was running out <BR>
before my husband came home.  My whole body seemed concentrated on the <BR>
waves of pleasure that were centred on my pussy.  I didn't need much <BR>
encouragement to begin to ride him, sliding his cock in and out of my <BR>
eager cunt.  He had easy access to my breasts and I encouraged him with <BR>
little moans and gasps, as he played with them, thrusting them deeper <BR>
into his mouth.  The rougher he was the more I seemed to enjoy it and I <BR>
came twice more before eventually he grabbed my hips and came himself, <BR>
thrusting savagely into me.<BR>
<BR>
I lay against him as the sweat cooled on our bodies and the full shame <BR>
of my behaviour hit me.  I scrambled up, collected my clothes and ran <BR>
upstairs to the bathroom.  I was scrubbing furiously at my body when Ian <BR>
strolled in.  He was naked still with his clothes draped over his arm.<BR>
<BR>
'Well bitch, I told you I'd teach you a lesson.  The next time John goes <BR>
to work early I expect to find you laying in that bed with your legs <BR>
wide open ready to be fucked.'  He turned and walked away leaving me <BR>
ashamed and desperate thinking how to escapre from this situation.<BR>
<BR>
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