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{ASS} HUNGRY FOR WENDY {Hungry Guy & Wendygyrl} (M/F true Mdom Fsub 
Fpov Mpov oral anal rape viol humil caution) 
BY: Hungry Guy (hungry AT stoolmail DOT zzn DOT com) AND Wendygyrl 
(wendygyrl AT adelphia DOT net)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Chapter 1 is a completely true account of how Wendy 
was raped repeatedly by her best friend's husband while she lived 
with them. Chapter 2 is purely Hungry Guy's fertile imagination.

    * PROLOGUE *
    * BY WENDYGYRL AND HUNGRY GUY * 

    Hey!  I just wanted to tell you that I _LOVED_ your stories.  
Also the ones you wrote with Romangirl.  They are very hot!  _DEATH 
BY EMAIL_ was definitely my favorite so far, but I really liked 
_DEATH WISH_ as well.  They got me very aroused.  Ever since I was 
raped, I've had this shameful fetish and can't seem to get it out of 
my mind.  -Wendygyrl

    Hey, Wendy!  You know the kind of stories I write.  Your email 
really turned me on!  I've never raped anyone, and I never would in 
real life, but I'd love to rape you sometime.  Please tell me more...  
-Guy

    * CHAPTER 1 *
    * BY WENDYGYRL * 

    I was staying with my friend, Melody, and her soon-to-be hubby, 
Kyle, for a few weeks.  I was helping with the finishing touches on 
their wedding (I was their maid of honor) and just came out of an 
abusive relationship, so they let me stay there for a few weeks so I 
could relax and try to get a grip on life again. 

    About two weeks into the stay, I got really sick with pneumonia 
and bronchitis and was put on cough syrup with codeine so I could 
sleep.  It was then that Kyle came into my room one night while I was 
drugged with my cough syrup and sleeping soundly.  

    I woke up to feeling him touching me all over. I was wearing only 
a short silky nightie (I never did like to wear panties).  He was 
groping my breasts and my pussy as I lay on my back about half in a 
daze, not quite awake and not quite aware of what was going on.  The 
next thing I remember is he on top of me, fucking me hard.  I can 
remember that I didn't want to make too much noise because I'd wake 
up my friend (his soon-to-be wife).  Now, to think about it, it was 
kind of silly to have such a fear of waking her up, but I was afraid 
that she would catch him fucking me and think that I wanted it. 

    They both knew I had a very submissive personality and the bad 
relationship I had just come out of was a D/s one where the Dom got 
way too abusive. 

    I don't remember how the night ended.  I spent the next few days 
in a daze and unsure if I just had a bad dream from the cough syrup 
or what.  I didn't know if it really happened.  I still had several 
weeks that I had planned on spending there. 

    After a few days of making me wonder if it really happened or 
not, he started to touch me--come up behind me and grope my breasts 
or grind his hips into my ass or something--right where she could see 
if she would only look that direction.  It was greatly humiliating 
and I also felt dirty every time he did it. 

    She had me go to the store with him to pick up stuff for dinner 
that night. (she was very pregnant at the time and I was there to 
help as much as I was to relax).  In the grocery store parking lot, 
he parked off to the side where there weren't many people and he got 
his cock out and forced my head down on it--made me give him head 
right there.  I couldn't believe it!  It was like something out of a 
movie or something. 

    I was scared and ashamed.  My head was spinning as much from the 
cold medicines as it was from what he was doing to me.  What made it 
worse was the humiliation of feeling my body becoming aroused when he 
would fondle my breasts or pussy.  I wanted so badly to scream out 
for him to stop and to leave me alone but I was afraid of losing her 
as a friend.  Yes, I know it probably sounds like a stupid reason, 
but I was so afraid that she'd find out and hate me.  I was way too 
timid and scared to speak up for myself anyway so I just suffered 
through it. 

    He would fuck me several more times during my time there, both 
before and after the wedding.  Heck, they even took me on their 
honeymoon to Atlantic City with them because I "looked lonely."  They 
paid for everything.  God, I felt so ashamed. 

    I can still remember him whispering into my ear as he was fucking 
me.  He would whisper over and over that he was going to make me 
pregnant and I'd have his baby like a good little whore. 

    I know it probably sounds bizarre but it's all true.  Every bit 
of it! 

    I hate to admit it but remembering it makes me aroused--
remembering how sometimes he would hold his hand over my throat as he 
fucked me savagely--not caring if I was enjoying it or not, which, at 
the time, I didn't.  I hated every bit of it at the time; that's why 
I'm having a hard time figuring out why I crave to feel that way 
again.  Or why I read every non-consent story I can get my hands 
on... 

    I don't know what it is.  I can't get the feeling helpless and 
afraid out of my mind.  I think that's why your stories turn me on so 
much.

    I've talked to her a few times on the phone since then, but 
haven't seen her face to face yet.  She doesn't know, though she did 
walk in on us once.  I was lying on my stomach on the bed and he was 
raping me from behind.  She was going to the bathroom and heard 
noises from the room and checked it out.  It was dark in there with 
barely enough light for her to see that he was on top of me and that 
was about it.  He lied and said that he was just giving me a backrub 
and she believed him.  I was too ashamed and upset to tell her the 
truth.

    To this day she still doesn't know the truth.  Sometimes, I think 
about telling her, but I'm not sure I can.  The last I knew he was in 
jail because he stole checks from her personal account and wrote them 
out for large amounts of cash (which she didn't have in the account).  
She turned him in and filed charges and sent his ass to jail, 
although he was supposed to get out either last month or this month.  
I haven't talked to her lately to know for sure if he is or isn't 
out. 

    -Wendygyrl

    * CHAPTER 2 *
    * BY HUNGRY GUY * 

    Guy sat at his computer Saturday morning to start a new story.  
After spending most of the night with his DVD collection in a private 
_Star Wars_ marathon, and recalling an episode of _Futurama_ a few 
nights ago, he had been fantasizing about robotic sex--fembots, to be 
precise.  

    But upon turning his PC on, his first email turned out to be a 
soul-baring account from a female fan who had been raped, and who 
later discovered that she's now turned on by the fantasy of being 
raped again.   

    They wrote back and forth a few times before he invited her to 
visit him.  

    > Wendy, I have a spare room and an empty bed now that 
    > my daughter has gone off to university.  I think you
    > could use a friend about now.  How about it?  -Guy

    To his amazement, she agreed to come and stay with him for an 
indefinite time.  

    It took a few weeks for her to make her arrangements, and make 
the drive across several states. 

    Guy was watching _Robot Wars_ on _Tech TV_ that Saturday 
afternoon when his doorbell rang. 

    "Wendy!" he said with a smile as he opened his front door.

    "Hi Guy!" she said, and they fell into each other's arms for a 
giant bear hug.

    "Hungry after that long drive?"

    "Yeah!  What you got?"

    "I've never been one for fancy cooking.  Burgers okay?  Or we can 
nuke a pizza?"

    "Sure, for now, but I'll fix that soon."

    They spent their dinner and the rest of the evening sharing their 
pasts with each other.  She, of course, talked about the rape and her 
quandary--her shame and humiliation of being raped, yet how she 
brings herself on the brink of orgasm merely by fantasizing about 
being raped again. 

    Much later, they said their "good nights" to each other and 
retired to their separate bedrooms.  

    But Guy couldn't sleep.  He knew what he had to do.  Why else 
would she have come to him?  He felt a terrible guilt, for he wanted 
to do it.  Never before would he have even considered raping someone.  
He knew right from wrong.  And she had come to him as a friend.  She 
had needed a new best friend, so she had put her total trust in him 
to get her over this stage in her life.  He wanted to humiliate her--
to use her--to take her against her will.  To rape her. 

    At around 3:00 AM, he slowly climbed out of bed.  He knew his own 
house intimately.  He made his way into her room in the darkness.  

    He heard her stir in bed as he climbed on top of her.  

    She shrieked as he pulled the blankets away, revealing her nude 
body, and fell on top of her.

    "Aaaaaah!" she screamed.

    He moved his face to kiss her, but she rocked her head violently 
from side to side.  He grabbed her jaw with his free hand and pinched 
her jaw open.  She continued to fight, but he pressed his mouth to 
hers.  It seemed that even her tongue fought his as he explored and 
tasted the inside of her mouth.

    That hot kiss put him on the verge of coming, so he grabbed her 
thighs to pull her legs apart. 

    "No!  Please!  Guy!  No!" she shrieked.  She swung her hand 
against his face

    "Ow!" he yelled and grabbed her arm with one hand while putting 
the other to her neck.

    He pushed his hips down and felt his hungry member slip between 
her rubbery pussy lips.  Word!  Was she wet!  

    "No!" she gasped.  "Please don't!  Please don't rape me!"

    Guy ignored her pleas and pushed his member into her soaking 
pussy.  He pressed his mouth to hers and pumped her hard with his 
hips while she wailed tears.  He climaxed inside her while she lay 
whimpering under him.  And then, even while she cried, she climaxed 
too, squeezing his cock over and over again as her body belied her 
grief.  

    Fully satisfied, he pulled out of her and slowly left her room as 
she sobbed quietly in the utter darkness.

    He fell asleep almost instantly, and slept really late Sunday 
morning, as he usually does on weekends, to the smell of something 
tasty wafting through the air conditioning vent in his ceiling. 

    "Morning, Guy!" she greeted him cheerfully as he entered the 
kitchen.  

    "Morning, Wendy," he answered back. 

    "I found some batter and I'm making pancakes from scratch!"

    "Yeah?" Guy said with a yawn.   

    "Yeah!  Have a seat at the table and let me take care of 
everything!"  

    After breakfast, Wendy said, "Why don't we go shopping?  I can't 
live on burgers and frozen pizza."

    Guy drove them to the local _TRY-N-SAVE_ and he let Wendy pick 
out whatever she wanted.  When they got back, Wendy said, "Now we can 
have a real meal.  How long has it been since you had one of those?"

    "Not since I broke up with my last girlfriend last year."

    Wendy made them chicken and rice for dinner, then they put the 
dishes in the dishwasher together before settling down to watch a 
DVD.

    "Well," Guy said.  "I have to get up at eight for work in the 
morning.  So I'm off to bed." 

    "Me too!"

    Like the night before, they went to their separate bedrooms for 
the night.  Guy fell asleep easier than the night before, yet he woke 
around 2 AM.  He had long ago ceased to need an alarm clock to wake 
at a specified hour.  For the second time, he made his way through 
the night across the hall to Wendy's room.  

    He slid into bed next to her.  She woke almost immediately, but 
he put his hand over her mouth and mounted her.

    She flailed her arms and kicked her legs, bucking wildly.  Her 
furious thrashing actually threw him off her, and she screamed, 
"Ahhhhh!"

He jumped back into bed and grabbed her around the neck with both 
hands.  He didn't squeeze, but his grip was firm.  

    "Please don't rape me again!" she whimpered.  "Please don't!"

    He shoved a knee between hers, separating her legs, then slid 
both his legs between hers.  With her legs apart, he lowered his hips 
and pressed his hard cock to her pussy.  Again, it was already so wet 
that all he had to do was push his hips down and forward and he was 
inside her.  

    "No!  No!  Please!  No!" she cried over and over again as he 
pumped her.  When her orgasm came, her throbbing pussy muscles 
triggered his own orgasm that was already on the brink from the 
moment he entered her room.

    As his throbbing body subsided, he kissed her, then climbed off 
her to return to his room.  8 AM would come too soon.

    Indeed it did.  He fell asleep again almost immediately, and woke 
just before 8.  He fell out of bed and hit the shower.  Then he 
quickly threw his clothes on and headed downstairs. 

    "Good morning, Guy!" Wendy said with a cheery smile as she 
suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

    "Morning, Wendy!  I'm off to work now!  See you later!"

    "Aww, you don't eat breakfast before you go?" she asked in a soft 
voice.

    "I usually grab a stale bagel and soda in the cafeteria on my way 
to my desk."

    "That's no breakfast for _my_ Guy!  At least let me make you a 
fresh bagel and tea before you go?"  

    "Sure, Wendy.  That'd be nice.  But I don't have a lot of time!"

    Wendy already had the water boiling and the bagel in the toaster.  
He ate quickly and said, "What are you going to do today, Wendy?"

    She yawned and said, "I'm going back to bed, for now."

    "Okay," he laughed and gave Wendy a quick kiss on the cheek 
before rushing out the door at 8:30.

    His day at work was typical.  Upgrading from SAS 8.2 to 9.1 over 
the weekend caused a glitch in the ASCII codes in the HTML reports 
that are downloaded to the company Web Site.  So he had to fidget 
with ODS to get the reports to be generated in EBCDIC, then use FTP 
to translate to ASCII.     

    He arrived home at 5:30, and Wendy had already started preparing 
cube steaks and mashed potatoes for dinner.   

    They planted their butts on the sofa after loading the dishwasher 
and watched a _Simpson's_ marathon on _Fox_ until late.  

    Again, Guy woke at about 2:30 and crept into Wendy's room in the 
darkness.  

    Pulling her blankets off, she screeched as he climbed on top of 
her, "Stop!  Get off me!  Please!"

    She swung her arm, but he caught her by the wrist and slapped his 
body onto hers.  The rush he was feeling had him on the brink of 
orgasm, so he forced his hips between her thighs and plunged into her 
wetness.  He pumped her while she screamed and cried, and their 
orgasms came simultaneously.  Then spent, he left her crying and 
returned to bed.

    He woke at 8:00 the next morning and, again, she had breakfast 
waiting for him when he got out of the shower.  The week continued 
like that.  He raped her every night, and she had breakfast and 
dinner ready for him every day.   

    They went to market again Saturday.  Upon returning home and 
putting the goods away, he said, "I was thinking, Wendy..."

    "Yes?" she asked.

    "Instead of cooking, want to go out for dinner tonight and see 
the town?"

    "Sure!" she said.  "I was starting to wonder when you were going 
to ask me out!"

    Guy lived just to the West of a small city along the Hudson River 
in upstate New York.  He drove them downtown and parked across the 
street from a small park.  They went into a steak place and came out 
stuffed.  

    "What's there to see here?"

    "How about a museum?  There's one over by the government 
complex."

    They walked around the complex of hi-rise government buildings, 
and past a small theater that looked like a giant egg on a thick 
pedestal, and to the museum.  "It isn't the Louvre or the Guggenheim, 
but it's a nice little local museum."

    After seeing plenty if photos, drawings, and sculptures of naked 
people and random shapes, she said, "Thanks for taking me out!" and 
kissed him on the cheek.

    He moved his face to kiss her on the lips, but she backed away 
and covered her mouth.  "Nuh-uh!  You know what you have to do to 
kiss me."

    "Yeah, I know," he said.  He didn't even try to hold her hand; 
she may be the most exciting lover he'd ever fucked, and she may even 
be his best friend, but he knew that she'd never be his girlfriend.

    A couple of weeks into their relationship, if you could call it 
that, he came home from work one Friday evening feeling blah.  The 
hot soup she made for dinner helped some, but he went to bed early 
that night, saying that he was tired from a hard day at work.

    Grateful that he could sleep late the next day, he dozed off 
immediately and slept through the night.  

    A knock came from his door at about 9:30 Saturday morning, then 
Wendy walked in.  She was completely naked, as if she had just got 
out of bed and hurried in to him.  He sat up, half asleep, still 
feeling feverish.  It's not uncommon for either of them to sleep 
until 10:00, 11:00, or even noon sometimes on weekends, so he 
wondered why she came in.  "Hi Wendy, what's up?"

    "You okay?" she asked with some concern in her voice.  "I could 
tell you didn't feel good yesterday, and last night, you didn't..." 
and she let her words trail off.

    "I'm sorry I didn't, uhm, you know, Wendy.  But I think I came 
down with a flu or something."

    "Awwww," she said and sat in bed next to him.  She touched her 
hand to his forehead.  "You're hot.  Do you want anything?"

    "I'm fine, thanks, Wendy."

    "But you're not fine, Guy!  I think you have some _NyQuil_ in the 
bathroom; let me get you some.  And let me get you a hot cup of black 
tea.  That makes me feel good when I have a cold."

    "Okay, Wendy," he said with a sniffle.  "Thanks."

    She hurried off and returned a little later with a cup of green 
_NyQuil_ and a hot mug of black tea.

    He drank the cold medicine and his tea and curled up to go back 
to sleep.  He gasped when he felt Wendy crawl under the covers with 
him and snuggle behind him.  It felt good.

    The medicine knocked him out for the rest of the day.  He woke in 
the evening with Wendy still snuggled behind him.  

    He rolled around in her arm.  "Hi there!" she said.

    "Hi Wendy!  You still here?"

    "Of course!  My _Guy_ is sick, so I'm by his side!"  

    "Thanks, Wendy!"

    "You must be hungry.  Let me get you something?"

    "Just a cup of tea, okay?"  

    "Sure, I'll be right back."  She grabbed his robe draped over the 
back of his computer chair and went downstairs.  

    She returned a little later with another mug of hot tea and a 
bowl of chicken soup.

    He took a sip of tea and a spoonful of soup.  "Thanks Wendy!"  

    "Don't mention it!  Just let me know if there's anything you 
want."  She crawled back into bed with him.

    "Thanks!  But you don't have to stay in bed with me, Wendy."  

    "Yes I do!" she said indignantly.

    Guy smiled at her and moved to kiss her on the lips.  "Nuh-uh!" 
she said.

    He kissed her on the cheek and lay back down to sleep.

    At that he slept through the night and well into Sunday.  When he 
finally woke again late Sunday afternoon, Wendy was still snuggled 
next to him.

    "Well, you still here?" he asked.  

    "Except for going to the bathroom and stuff, I never left.  You 
hungry?"

    "Yeah!  Starving!"  

    "That's a good sign!" she said.  "You're over your cold!"

    He moved to sit up.  "Ow!  But I ache all over."

    "Then let me get you something," she said.  

    "Okay, but nothing too heavy, yet."

    She brought up more tea and two cups of soup, one for each of 
them, and they ate in bed together.

    "Will you be going to work tomorrow?" she asked.  

    He suspected that she was really asking if he planned to do 
something else, but she couldn't say what.  "I guess I'm mostly over 
the cold.  But I think I'm going to take tomorrow off, just to rest."

    "Good idea.  But what about tonight?"

    "What about it?" he asked.

    "You know..." she trailed off. 

    "Oh!" he paused.  "Wendy?"

    "Yeah?"  

    "I'm still kind of achy to put up much of a fight, you know?  So 
would you, maybe, be willing to make love with me gently tonight?"

    She gasped.  "I don't know."  She seemed lost in thought for a 
moment, then said, "Okay.  But just this once."     

    He leaned forward.  For once, she met his lips with hers.  While 
he reached out and fondled one of her nipples, their tongues wrestled 
together while their saliva freely mixed together between their 
joined mouths.  After a while, he crawled down her body and began to 
suck gently on that nipple.  

    She let out a gasp as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, 
getting it good and wet and hard.  That nipple satisfied, he moved to 
the other and repeated.   

    He crawled down her body, licking and sucking all the way.  He 
paused at her navel and slid his tongue deep into the hole in her 
belly and sucked it out.

    He continued to move down and then crawled between her legs with 
his face in her crotch.  He licked up and down her outer pussy lips 
then slid his tongue deep into the inner flesh.  He slowly licked up 
and down, lapping up the gamy wetness within.  Most women had become 
on the verge of orgasm by then, but Wendy was hardly wet.  Wendy was 
always drenched and ready immediately whenever he raped her, so that 
was odd.  He continued licking up and down, occasionally pausing to 
slide his tongue deep into her vagina, and dallying at her clit.  
Well, he knew how to turn a woman on with his mouth, and not even 
Wendy's rape fetish would resist for long.  He licked over her clit a 
few times, then sucked the tiny nub between his lips deep into his 
mouth with his breath.  That finally evoked a gasp from her.  With 
the bit of flesh held in his mouth with his suction, he fondled the 
its tip with his tongue, swirling and licking it, again and again.  
Finally, he could feel her body gasping and panting as her thighs 
quivered against the side of his head.  At that, he began sucking her 
clit in and out of his mouth in a steady motion.  He continued the 
motion steady as he felt her orgasm slowly, ever so slowly, build.  
"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she started to gasp after many minutes passed.  His 
jaw was getting tired, for no woman had ever taken so long to get 
off, but he continued.  For not only did he want a gentle lovemaking 
session with her, at least once, but she deserved this pleasure as 
well.  

    Her body started shaking violently while she moaned, "Oh!  Oh!  
Oh!" in rhythm to his sucking on her clit.  He continued sucking as 
her orgasm waned, and gradually slowed his pace, bringing her down 
gently.   

    Yet, she was, hopefully, still primed, as he surely was.  He 
crawled up her body and rested his body on hers.  She smiled at him 
with a satisfied "Ah!" and kissed him.  

    His hard member was aching for release, so he slid his hips down 
and entered her as he had done so many times before.  The pressure in 
his loins had nearly peaked, and he exploded inside her in mere 
moments.  
 
    Kissing her all the while, he rolled off her, pulling her to face 
him while they held the kiss.  

    Breaking the kiss, he said, "That was wonderful!"

    She said, "Yeah, that wasn't bad."

    They kissed once more then he fell asleep in her arms.

    Monday morning left her still in his arms.  The clock glowed 9:06 
AM, so he pulled gently away and reached for the phone and called in 
sick, then rolled back over to go back to sleep.

    "How you feel this morning?" she whispered.

    "A lot better.  I don't really feel sick any more, but it sure 
feels good to stay home after being sick all weekend."

    "Yeah..." she said.

    "And thanks for last night."

    "You're welcome," she answered.  "But now you owe me one."

    "Sure, Wendy!  You want to go to a fancy restaurant, like _Le 
M cher Et Avaler?_  Or fly down to Lost Wages for a weekend?"

    "Thanks, I'll take you up on those!  But that's not what I meant.  
I'll be right back."  She untangled her arms and legs from his and 
went over to her room for a moment.  She returned with some pages 
that look like they were printed from some Web site.

    He couldn't make out the articles in the dim light of the 
darkened room, so he set them on his nightstand under the phone.

    They stayed in bed for the next hour or so, just snuggling and 
resting, when he yawned and asked, "Feel like getting up now?  I 
don't think I can rest any more!"

    Wendy went over to her room and got dressed.  Guy took a shower, 
since he hadn't had one since he left for work Friday morning.  Then 
he went downstairs just as Wendy was setting a big plate of home made 
pancakes on the kitchen table.

    They spent the day together reading the paper to each other, 
watching TV, and playing Halo 2 in cooperative mode.  Then, in the 
evening, they ordered out for Chinese, then went to bed--in their 
separate rooms.  

    Upon getting into bed, Guy reached for those pages that Wendy had 
given him.  They were two news reports from some news site that she 
had printed out.  The articles were about two brutal rapes that had 
occurred not too long ago.  Both articles included court transcripts 
and testimony that described the rapes in explicit graphic detail.  
In one rape, the rapist mounted his victim head-to-crotch and crotch-
to-head with his penis in her mouth and mouth-fucked her hard, nearly 
suffocating her to death.  In the other, the rapist had tied his 
victim spread-eagle on her own bed, and raped her in the ass.  Both 
women had needed extensive psychological counseling afterwards.  

    He woke at about 3:00 AM, primed and ready.  He crept into her 
room in the darkness and climbed onto her.  She let out an ear-
piercing shriek when he sat on her chest.  

    "What are you doing?" she screamed.  

    "I'm going to rape you, bitch!  What do you think I'm doing?"

    "No!  Please!  No!"

    She started waving her arms to push him off her, but she was 
pinned under his full weight.  He turned around and lay down and 
backed up, straddling her head.  

    "No!  Oh, God!  No!  Please!" she begged.

    He sat on her face and grabbed her flailing arms.  Then he fell 
forward onto her.  She was pinned under his body and couldn't move, 
so he released her arms and reached down and pinched her jaw open.  A 
moment later, he slid his hard member through her screaming lips, 
silencing her.   

    At that, he arched his back, resulting in his full weight bearing 
down on his crotch and onto her lips and jaw.  He could feel his cock 
bending sharply at the back of her mouth and down her throat.  The 
feeling was incredible!  

    Her body was bucking wildly under him, and her gag reflex was 
massaging his cock with so much strength that he didn't have to pump 
her mouth.  She did all the work.  In a moment, he shot his hot seed 
down her gasping throat over and over again in one of the most 
powerful orgasms he had ever felt.  Her gag reflex continued milking 
his cock, and he kept flooding her throat, in a vicious feedback 
loop.

    And what a rush, too!  To use a woman like this!  To know that 
she was experiencing utter humiliation and intense pain for no other 
reason than to give him physical pleasure.  Oh man!  What a rush!

    Finally, his balls just had no more spunk to pump out and he fell 
onto her in ecstatic exhaustion.  She was sputtering and coughing 
madly into his ass crack as his cock slid out of her mouth.  He was 
still on top of her, and he was amazed at the strength of her body to 
throb under his weight on her as she struggled to catch her breath. 

    Sated as never before, he rolled off her and returned to his own 
bed.

    She was waiting for him with a hot breakfast that they ate 
together.  Then she kissed him on the cheek as he left for work.  

    At dinner that night, Guy asked her, "Wendy, I'm curious.  How 
long do you plan to stay with me?"

    Wendy gasped, "You want me to leave?"

    "Hell, no!  Stay as long as you want, Wendy!"

    Wendy smiled.  "You mean it?  I can stay as long as I'd like?"

    "Of course!"

    "Then I guess you're stuck with me, Guy!  'Cause, I don't plan to 
go any time soon!  And you owe me a weekend in Lost Wages, remember?"

    "Yeah, I sure do!"

    That night, Guy stole into Wendy's room at about 3:30.  Carrying 
several lengths of cotton clothesline, he jumped on her.

    "Ahhhhh!" she shrieked.  

    He grabbed onto her and she struggled fiercely. 

    "Let me go, you bastard!  Let me go!"

    "I'm going to rape you, bitch!  So shut the fuck up!"

    Despite her struggling, he flipped her over onto her stomach and 
sat on her back.

    "No!  Please!  What are you going to do to me?"  

    He grabbed an arm and tied one of the ropes to her wrist and then 
tied it to a bedpost over her head.  Then he did the same to the 
other wrist.  

    Next, he sat on her legs and tied the third rope to her ankle and 
to a bottom bedpost, then her other ankle to the last bedpost.

    "Oh, God!" she cried.  "Please don't do this to me!  Please!  
Don't rape me!  I beg you!"

    Guy knew that his cock would never go up into her dry asshole.  
It would be an anatomical impossibility.  So, with his victim 
securely bound, Guy crawled down and began rimming her.  He needed to 
get her sphincter thoroughly soaked so that his hard member would 
slide in.  

    She had given up struggling against her bonds and her body 
quivered as she sobbed.  "Please stop!" she cried.  "Please don't do 
this to me!"

    With her anus thoroughly wetted, he climbed onto her back and 
pushed the head of his cock to her tight, but wet, sphincter.

    He took a breath and pushed.  "Aiiiyyyyaaaaahhhhh!" she screamed 
at the top of her lungs as his cock slid in.  Man!  Was it ever 
tight!  "OW--OW--OW--OW!" she panted in apparent agony as he pumped 
her ass, slapping his hips to her butt cheeks as his cock slid in and 
out and in and out.  Her ass as so incredibly tight that he came 
immediately and filled her rectum with wad after wad of his cum.

    After that, he was panting heavily, himself as he fell upon her 
back.  

    His cock grew soft, and she was able to push it out of her ass, 
though she lay under him sobbing.  

    He stood off her and cut the ropes with a pocketknife, freeing 
her arms and legs.  It would be upon her to untie the knots from 
around her wrists and ankles, though.   

    She had bought them a waffle maker at the _TRY-N-SAVE_ the 
previous day, and that morning, she had made them fresh Belgium 
waffles for breakfast.  She kissed him on the cheek as he left for 
work.  He smiled all the way in--after the past two nights, he had 
come up with some brutal rape ideas of his own that he wanted to try 
out on Wendy over the coming weeks.

    * END *

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