<HTML><FONT  SIZE=3 PTSIZE=10>Subject: At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 4 (MF, NC, Rape)<BR>
From: "Jane Smith" <jusstme33@hotmail.com><BR>
Date: 2/17/99 2:46 PM West Asia Standard Time<BR>
Message-id: <20008eli$9902170445@qz.little-neck.ny.us><BR>
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At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 4<BR>
<BR>
I didn't know how to look John in the face when he returned that <BR>
evening.  When he suggested we get an early night all I could see was <BR>
the smirk on Ian's face.  My face still felt sore from when Ian had <BR>
slapped me and I was so tired.  It was difficult to raise any enthusiasm <BR>
for more sex.  John made love to me slowly and gently.  He stroked his <BR>
hands along my body, each touch a gentle caress reminding me how much I <BR>
loved him.  Afterwards he held me close and told me how much he loved me <BR>
and I knew I was so lucky to have him.  For his sake I could endure his <BR>
brother's abuse for four weeks.  <BR>
<BR>
Nether-the-less I was dreading the next time my husband had to go to an <BR>
early morning meeting.  It didn't happen for a few days and the tension <BR>
of waiting got to me.  I was irritable and spent long hours down the gym <BR>
trying to work my tensions away.  Eventually John told me one evening <BR>
that he had an early morning meeting the next day.  I saw the self <BR>
satisfied grin on Ian's face and wished wholeheartedly I could slap it <BR>
away.<BR>
<BR>
I lay in bed pretending to be asleep as John got dressed and left.  I <BR>
waited until I heard the car start up and pull away before reluctantly <BR>
going into Ian's bedroom.  He seemed to be asleep but there was no real <BR>
way to tell.  Following his instructions I crept into bed besides him.  <BR>
I knelt across his shoulders and felt around under the covers until I <BR>
located his cock.  It was soft and wrinkled.  I sucked it into my mouth <BR>
but it was difficult to keep it in because it was so floppy.  <BR>
Fortunately it started to get hard.  I concentrated on sucking it, <BR>
sliding it in and out of my mouth as it hardened.  I heard Ian give a <BR>
small grunt, then his hands were on my bottom and I knew he was <BR>
definitely awake.  <BR>
<BR>
It was hard to breathe under the covers and I had to keep swallowing <BR>
hard so I didn't dribble onto him.  He was pushing my hips, urging me to <BR>
move faster.  He was thrusting upwards with his hips, driving his cock <BR>
so far into my mouth I started to gag.  His hands were between my <BR>
thighs, his thumb rubbing my clit and a finger stabbing at my cunt.  I <BR>
could feel myself starting to get wet and respond to him.  I didn't want <BR>
that.  I went to work faster on his cock.  I sucked as hard as I could <BR>
and ran my tongue around the head.  Pre-cum was oozing out of it and it <BR>
tasted horrible but I kept going.  I was hoping that if I made him come <BR>
soon enough he wouldn't have time to get me aroused.  My breasts were <BR>
grazing against his stomach each time I lurched forward and the friction <BR>
against my sensitive nipples was exquisite torture.  My legs were <BR>
starting to tremble and I was finding it harder to resist when I felt <BR>
his body tense.  I knew he was about to come and tried to pull back but <BR>
he put one hand on my head and the other on my back and held me down <BR>
while he thrust his cock deep into my mouth.  I felt it jerk as he came <BR>
and my mouth was flooded with his cum.  It was thick and tasted even <BR>
worse than the pre-cum.  I struggled to get away but he held me there <BR>
until he finished coming.  As soon as he released me I sat up, <BR>
spluttering and trying to spit out the cum I hadn't swallowed.  It had <BR>
overflowed all over my chin and neck leaving a sticky trail. <BR>
<BR>
For some reason Ian seemed annoyed instead of pleased that I had obeyed <BR>
him.  He grabbed my hair and pulled me close while he shouted at me.<BR>
<BR>
'What the hell do you think you're doing, bitch?  You swallow all my <BR>
spunk and say thank you.  I don't ever want to see you spit it out <BR>
again.  Do you understand?  Go get something to clean up the mess you've <BR>
made.  You've got it all over me and the sheet.'<BR>
<BR>
I hurried into the bathroom and returned with tissues and a cloth.  He <BR>
glared at me while I mopped up as much as I could from the sheet and <BR>
wiped his body clean.  When I disposed of the tissue down the toilet I <BR>
took the opportunity to clean myself up and brush my teeth to try to get <BR>
rid of the lingering taste.  I didn't realise Ian had entered the <BR>
bathroom before he grabbed my shoulder and span me round to face him.<BR>
<BR>
'You don't learn do you, you stupid cow.  I didn't say you could clean <BR>
yourself up.  And I told you that you have to be grateful when I fill <BR>
your mouth with spunk, not try to get rid of it.  I'm going to have to <BR>
teach you a lesson.'<BR>
<BR>
He grabbed hold of me and dragged me back to the bed.  He sat down and <BR>
pulled me face down across his knees.  He forced one hand between my <BR>
legs.  His fingers found my clit and began tweaking it while his thumb <BR>
easily slid into my cunt, which was still wet from his earlier <BR>
attentions.  Then he began smacking me.  Each time his hand landed on my <BR>
bottom he thrust his thumb deep inside me.  The wave of pain from my <BR>
bruised skin was strangely echoed by the wave of pleasure coming from my <BR>
pussy.  I moaned and squirmed not knowing which hand was causing the <BR>
strongest sensation.  My breasts were pressed against the bedcover and <BR>
as I squirmed my nipples hardened, adding to the sensations colliding in <BR>
my body.  The blows on my bottom were hard and stinging and I knew my <BR>
skin must be red.  I didn't know if I was trying to pull away from the <BR>
smacks or if I was trying to push down on the thumb.  Inevitably an <BR>
orgasm hit me and I screamed as it shuddered through my body.  <BR>
<BR>
Ian pushed me off his knee as I collapsed limp and exhausted.  I was <BR>
half knelt on the floor, half-lying on the bed.  He crouched behind me <BR>
and positioned his cock against my pussy lips.  Then he plunged into me, <BR>
his balls slapping against my clit.  He kneaded my sore bottom as he <BR>
pounded his cock into my cunt and I could hear myself whimpering.  I had <BR>
forgotten just how fat his cock was and how it stretched my cunt.   He <BR>
shoved his hands under me and found my breasts.  The way he kneaded them <BR>
as they were squashed against the bed was painful so I raised myself up <BR>
on my elbows.  He gave a grunt of satisfaction and went to work on my <BR>
breasts.  He pulled and pinched my nipples roughly but perversely by <BR>
body enjoyed it.  Another orgasm hit me and I bit hard on my lip to keep <BR>
from yelling out loud.  Still he hammered his cock into my cunt.  I <BR>
could hear my pussy juices squelching as he rammed in and out and feel <BR>
them trickling between my swollen lips and clit.  Another orgasm took me <BR>
and still he kept going.  At last I felt him stiffen and jerk inside me.  <BR>
It was enough to trigger another orgasm for me and our gasps and moans <BR>
mingled together as our juices mingled in my cunt.<BR>
<BR>
He pulled off me and gave me a final slap on my reddened bottom.  He <BR>
pulled on a dressing gown and went downstairs.  I could hear him <BR>
watching TV while he ate his breakfast.  I crept into the bathroom on <BR>
trembling legs, cursing my body's betrayal.  I went back to my own bed <BR>
and curled up on top of the bed, hating the quivers I could still feel <BR>
inside me.<BR>
<BR>
Ian came upstairs and found me there. <BR>
<BR>
'Come on, I want you to wash me,' he ordered.  Reluctantly I followed <BR>
him into the bathroom and stepped into the bath with him.  He turned the <BR>
shower on and pulled me under the spray.  'Get your tits all soapy and <BR>
rub it onto me,' he ordered.  Obediently I worked up some lather and <BR>
worked it into my breasts.  Then I began rubbing his body.  My skin was <BR>
still sensitised and the combination of the slick soap and his rough <BR>
body hair drove me crazy.  I moaned and pressed myself close against <BR>
him.  He guided me around his upper body, clearly enjoying himself.  I <BR>
used the soap to renew the lather then he pushed me to my knees.  I ran <BR>
his legs up and down my cleavage with his co-operation.  His foot was <BR>
between my thighs and I realised I was grinding my pussy against it.  <BR>
Ashamed I straightened up.  I began to stand again but Ian made me sit <BR>
on the side of the bath.  He placed his cock between my breasts, <BR>
squeezed them around it and began thrusting.<BR>
<BR>
'Lick the head,' he groaned as he pumped.  Each time the fat purple head <BR>
popped out from between my breasts I swiped my tongue across it.  The <BR>
flow of water from the shower and the soap from my skin combined to <BR>
combat the taste of the pre-cum.  His thumbs were rubbing across my <BR>
nipples as he regularly squeezed my breasts in time with each thrust of <BR>
his hips.  I found myself thinking that I would have to try this with <BR>
John and immediately felt ashamed.  I wasn't supposed to enjoy Ian's <BR>
treatment of me.  <BR>
<BR>
Before I had a chance to sort out my confused thoughts Ian jerked me to <BR>
me feet.  He looped my knee over his arm and pushed me up against the <BR>
wall.  His cock slid into my eager cunt and I braced my free foot <BR>
against the bath rim as he settled into a steady rhythm.  With my legs <BR>
wide spread my clit was fully exposed to the friction of his skin.  His <BR>
mouth was on my nipples, the heat of it in contrast to the cool water <BR>
pattering down on us from the shower.  An orgasm crashed through me and <BR>
I lost control, bucking wildly against him and yelling out loud, my <BR>
nails digging into his shoulders.  As soon as one orgasm died another <BR>
started and I writhed helplessly against him as his thrusting cock <BR>
caused one after another to twist my body until eventually he came and <BR>
at last stopped.  I slid down and sat on the bottom of the bath as he <BR>
finished his shower, lacking the strength to move.  By the time he got <BR>
out and started towelling himself my breathing had slowed to it's <BR>
regular rhythm.<BR>
<BR>
'Well you're starting to get the hang of being my sex slave,' he said <BR>
smugly.<BR>
<BR>
.  'I'm keeping my end of the bargain,' I reminded him.  'I want to see <BR>
some evidence that you're keeping your end.'<BR>
<BR>
'OK, I'll phone some agents today.  Are you sure you want me to go?  <BR>
Who's going to teach you how to fuck if I'm not around, hmm?  Who's <BR>
going to make you scream when you come for the twentieth time?'<BR>
<BR>
'John and I don't fuck, we make love.  And you can make me come as many <BR>
times as you like but you'll never know what making love is like.  All <BR>
you know is fucking.  I feel sorry for you.'<BR>
<BR>
He glared at me.  'You're a fucking bitch.  I don't give a fuck about <BR>
'making love'.  Just make sure you spread your legs whenever I tell <BR>
you.'  I was pleased I'd annoyed him.<BR>
<BR>
'Yes master,' I drawled sarcastically, and laughed as he stamped out of <BR>
the bathroom.  I might have agreed to let him fuck me but no one said I <BR>
had to be nice to him.  I just hoped he didn't take his revenge next <BR>
time John was away.<BR>
<BR>
Author's Note.  A couple of people have e-mailed me.  Is anyone else <BR>
reading this?  Can you let me know if you want to read the rest please?  <BR>
If not I'll just e-mail the rest to the people who e-mailed me.<BR>
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