The Cops Wife
                                    Part 2
                            By Rusty Shackleford
                    (Ir, Slut Wife, Gb, Beast, Revenge)

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Standard Disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction. No actual wives were
choke-fucked in the making of this work. Be eighteen or be gone.
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It was 10:00 o'clock the next morning when Tom saw Amy again. She was a mess,
her hair was disheveled and there were bags under her eyes. She was wearing a
pair of cut-off jeans that hugged her ass like a second skin. Tom could clearly
see the outline of her pussy through the fabric, making it obvious that she
wasn't wearing any panties. On top, all she had on was a flimsy t-shirt, that
was ripped and torn in several places. Tom could only stare at her, as she
stood at the foot of the bed.

"They wanted me to show you." she said in a toneless voice.

Slowly she stripped off the shirt, then the shorts, standing there nude in
front of him. Tom gasped. Amy's large breasts were covered with bruises and
bite marks. Her inner thighs were also bruised, with several obvious finger
marks. She turned around. Her firm ass was a mass of welts, apparently made by
a broad leather belt or paddle. 

"My god!" Tom choked, "What did they do to you?"

"What does it look like Tom?" Amy spat out viciously, "They fucked me, and
then they beat me. Then they fucked me some more. And do you know how much I
made towards paying off your fucking debt Tom?"

"How much?" he whispered. 

"Nothing!" she said. A single tear ran down her face. "He called it a `free
sample', and an `introductory offer'. So that everyone could see just how good
his new whore was."

"How many, how many men, you know, uh, did you?" Tom asked. 

"I lost track Tom." she said, "I fucked so many men, that I lost track of how
many men actually fucked me. But he says that I have a full schedule lined up
for this weekend, so a lot of men must have liked it."

"And, uh, you liked it too?" he asked, "Didn't you?" 

"See for yourself." she said, "There's a tape in the VCR." 

"They...they.." 

"Yeah," she said, "they video taped me. He's going to show it around, to
potential clients."

Numbly, Tom got out of bed. Like a sleep walker, he stumbled towards the
living room. Amy's laugh lacerated him.

"Boy," she said, "Daddy Marcus really had you pegged. He knew you wouldn't be
able to resist seeing it, so enjoy the show honey," she said bitterly, as she
sat down on the bed.

Tom went into the living room. There was a tape already in the VCR, next to
the big-screen TV. Tom swallowed. He knew that he was going to hate what he
saw, but he couldn't stop himself, as he pressed the button.

At first it was impossible to tell what was on the tape. The camera was
focused in an extreme close up. Then it pulled back slightly, and the blurry
image resolved into a pair of lips, Amy's lips. And they were wrapped around a
huge black cock. There was loud rap music playing in the background, but they
had apparently put a microphone close to her mouth, to pick up the sounds of
her sucking and slurping, as well as Amy's soft moans around the massive shaft
sawing slowly in and out of her mouth.

The camera pulled back further, to show her entire face. Amy was lying on her
back, with her head hanging off of a table or bed, her thick curly brown hair
hanging down. The man whose cock was filling her mouth was standing behind her.
Her eyes were closed in bliss. Her position allowed the man full access to her
throat, and he groaned, as she took him all of the way to the very root, her
lips milking eagerly at the base of his cock.

The camera pulled back again, and Tom saw that Amy was lying on her back on a
pool table in a smoky bar. She was surrounded by black and Latino men, with a
few rough-looking white biker types mixed in. One of the latter knelt astride
her chest, his cock nestled between her huge tits. He mauled and squeezed her
breasts with his rough hands, fucking his cock between them. Amy's hands were
full of the cocks, of the men standing on either side of the pool table, her
dainty fingers stroking and caressing their shafts. Yet another man knelt
between her wide spread legs, pounding her pussy brutally. It was obvious that
Amy was loving the rough treatment. Her hips rose and fell eagerly, her ass
slamming down onto the pool table, before thrusting back up to take the entire
length of the cock that was sawing in and out of her cunt. 

Dupree's grinning face appeared briefly before the camera. "She likes it!" he
taunted. He stepped back out of the picture and said, "You like it, don't you
bitch?"

"Mmmmm-hmmmm..." Amy mumbled around the cock filling her mouth. The man she
was fellating pulled out long enough to slap her hard across the face. She
cried out. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up level. She
screamed in pain.

"Didn't your mama teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" he said,
sneering down into her face.

"I'm sorry." she begged in a tiny voice, "I'm sorry...please don't  hurt me...
I'll be good."

He let her head fall backwards again, and shoved his cock back into her mouth.
"Damn right!" he grunted.

"I think she like that rough stuff." the man between her legs gasped. "That
pussy squeezed me tightly when you smacked her."

"Is that right, cunt?" Dupree said. "You like it when we treat you rough?"

Amy's only response was a moan of fear.

The man tit-fucking her said, "Let's see how she likes this then." as he
pinched a nipple hard. Amy squealed.

"Yeaaahh." the man fucking her said, "Do that again. I thought she was gonna
pull my dick off, she squeezed so hard." Grinning, the biker pinched her other
nipple. Amy squealed again, but her hips moved even faster. He began slapping
her tits, back and forth, the loud smacks blending with Amy's cries of pain,
which were soon themselves drowned out by the men's loud shouts and groans, as
they came in her mouth and cunt. Soon the other men joined her as well,
spurting their cum all over her chest, and frantically working their hands on
her body. When they were done, Amy lay there moaning, her legs spread. Her
voluptuous body was covered in cum, that glistened on her body in the dim
light.

The screen went dark, and he heard the VCR stop. 

"Did you like that, Tom?" Amy's voice asked from behind him.

He turned. Amy was standing in the doorway, holding the remote in one hand. 
She had changed into a pair of skintight hot pants, and a tank-top that was at
least two sizes too small. He could see the outline of her large nipples
through the thin fabric of the top. Her hair was teased and moused until it
stood up around her face. Gone was the sweet innocent girl that Tom had
married. She looked like a street hooker.

She structured towards him, walking with a suggestive sway to her hips. "I
asked," she whispered seductively, "did you like it?"

"Y-yes." Tom whispered back. Then his voice rose. "And you loved that too, I
suppose?"

"You know that I did," she said, "and there's more. There's an extra special
surprise in the next part of the tape. Would you like to know what it is?" 

Tom closed his eyes. "Damn you." he choked, "What is it?" 

"I told you," she said. "it's a surprise. But it'll cost you twenty bucks to
see it."

Tom opened his eyes in shock. "What!?" he said, "He's fucking my wife...on
tape...and he wants me to PAY to watch it!?"

"Oh, but Tom," she cooed. "it's really hot. You won't believe how hot it is."
She ran her tongue seductively over her lips. "I'm getting all wet again, just
thinking about it."

Tom stood there for a moment, his mind a boiling mix of conflicting emotions.
He had thought that he had reached the bottom of his humiliation, but Dupree
was a fiend. He had had years to plot his revenge, and now it was all playing
out. But the worst part was, that Tom knew that he would pay. He was helpless
to say no. And Dupree knew that too. "All right." he said, "I'll pay." 

"For another twenty," she said, "I'll suck you off while you watch it." Her
voice cracked on the last word, but her false smile never wavered. 

Tom said nothing. He got his wallet from the table by the door and pulled out
two twenties. He handed them to his wife. Still smiling, she tucked then into
the pocket of her hot pants. She turned and clicked the remote. "Now sit down
baby," she said in a sing-song voice, "and enjoy the show."

Tom took his seat on the couch. Amy slid to her knees in front of him. He
stared at the screen, his face was that of a man waiting for the next blow.
The big screen remained dark for a few moments, then the picture came back.
Amy was still nude, but on her knees now. This time however, her hands were
cuffed behind her back. Tom recognized his own cuffs, the ones he had been
fastened to the bed with. A steel chain was attached to the cuffs, then looped
up and over a beam in the ceiling. Her arms and wrists were pulled up painfully
behind her back. A heavy black spreader bar was fastened just above her knees,
forcing her legs wide apart.

The camera zoomed in close to Amy's body, focusing on her wide-spread pussy.
Tom could see a white rivulet of male semen leaking out, running viscously
down her inner thigh. There were other shiny patches of dried cum on her thighs
and buttocks. The camera moved up to zoom in on Amy's ass hole. It was
painfully red and swollen from repeated fuckings, and Tom could see more cum
leaking from it, running down between the globes of her buttocks. The camera
moved up to her face, to where Tom could see more dried sperm coating her face
and matting her hair. Her gang-rape had left her thoroughly fucked in every
hole. Then Amy's face filled the screen.

Tom heard Dupree say something unintelligible, then the Amy on the screen
spoke. "See Tom?" she whispered. "See how well fucked your wife is? I can feel
it running out of me Tom. All that cum. All those men in the bar, they all
took me, and several times each. And it's not just their cum Tom. I came so
many times, that its also my own juice dripping out of me. I never knew that
I could cum so many times."

Tom felt Amy pulling his zipper down, and then felt her pull his cock out. He
groaned as he felt her breath on it, and felt her blow gently on the head. He
looked down for a minute, and saw her heavily painted face only inches from his
cock. He saw tears glistening on her cheeks. "Don't watch me Tommy." she
choked, "Please don't look at me. Just...just watch the screen." 

He looked up. The camera had pulled back to show Marcus Dupree standing by his
wife's kneeling body, his face split in that evil grin, which had become all
too familiar to Tom. He bent down and slid two fingers into Amy from behind.
Amy's eyes closed and she moaned. "OH God," she whimpered. "I'm getting worked
up again."

Dupree chuckled. "I ain't never seed a white bitch so hungry for it. She
makin' up for my lost time real good." Amy was squirming in her bonds now,
gasping from the insistent pleasure that Dupree was stoking in her sensitive
vagina. She writhed and twisted and panted with renewed lust, as he fingered
her. Her moans and groans grew higher, the tension in her helpless body
greater. He pushed her even closer to her orgasm. Closer still, and then he
stopped.

Amy cried out with anguish, as he took his fingers away, denying her the
release that her voluptuous body craved. She looked up at him and whimpered,
"Please Daddy. Please...you know I want to cum for you, please...make me cum."
His only reply was to smack her ass, hard. She yelped from the pain. Then he
began again with his fingers, teasing and stroking, bringing her right to the
brink... and then denying her her orgasm again.

Between Tom's knees, the real life Amy was playing her own teasing game,
tormenting Tom's cock with light kisses and gentle licks. He was squirming,
wanting to force her head down onto his throbbing cock, but he didn't. 

On the screen, Amy was insane with lust, begging for relief. "Please." she
sobbed, "PLEASE! I'll do anything...anything you want, Daddy." 

"Anything?" Dupree whispered. 

"ANYTHING!" Amy shrieked. "PLEASE! I'll suck anyone that you want, fuck anyone
that you want. I'll do anything, just let me get off. PLEASE!"

"Oh," said Dupree. "You wants some dick?" 

"YES!" Amy cried. "I need it. I need a hard dick inside of me. Please somebody
fuck me, fuck me hard, the way I like it."

"Okay baby," Dupree said, "here's you some dick." as he motioned off camera. 

Duke, the big biker, came into the picture. He was leading a huge Great Dane
on a leash.
 
"Oh GOD!" Tom cried out. At that moment, Amy plunged her lips down over his
cock, taking him to the root in one smooth slurp. She began slowly sucking him,
up and down, up and down, in an excruciatingly slow rhythm. Tom sobbed. 

Duke led the big dog over to his wife. She was struggling, but she was held
helplessly. "Please no, not that." she cried, "I'll do anything, I'll suck,
I'll fuck, but not with a dog, please."

"This is Hector," Duke said. "your new best friend." 

"NOOOOOOoooooooo." Amy wailed. "No, please Daddy!" she desperately begged
Dupree, "Don't make me, I've been good, haven't I been good. Oh God, please no,
please, please."

Duke ignored her. He led the big dog over behind Amy. The huge animal's tail
was wagging furiously, he obviously knew what was going to happen, and looked
forward to it. He lowered his head and sniffed at Amy's crotch. Then his long
red tongue snaked out and he began licking between the bound girl's wide
spread thighs. 

"Auuunnhhhhh..." Amy was nearly hysterical now, "No, no please no."

"Couldn't stop him now if'n I wanted to bitch." Dupree laughed cruelly, "Once
Hector gets a taste of that pussy, he ain't gonna stop until he busts his nut
in it."

Amy's only response was another bout of hysterical sobbing. She tried to
squirm away from the dog's tongue, but she was held fast by her bondage.
Gradually, the dog's relentless licking began to get to her. Her head lifted
and her sobs became jerky, incomplete. She was still saying "No...no...", but her voice was
a whisper now. Finally, her eyes closed and she let out a low moan. 

"Gettin' good for you, huh slut?" Duke laughed at her. "My boy Hector is a good
pussy licker, huh?" There was a ripple of laughter.

Amy was moaning constantly now, her hips rotating slowly against the insistent
licking of the dog behind her. Tom groaned aloud at the feel of his wife's
lips gliding steadily up and down his cock, and at the look of sluttish
abandon on her beautiful face on the screen. Finally, Duke whispered a low
command to the dog, and he pulled away. Amy looked back over her shoulder, her
eyes wild from the sudden loss of the insanely pleasurable licking. Then she
cried out, as the dog mounted her, but her cry was no longer one of fear or
disgust, but rather of wanton submission.

"Yes," she cried out. "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me good! Fuck MeeeeEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH!"
she screamed in lust, as the dog's huge pink cock found it's target, and
slammed wildly into her cunt. Then she was grunting like an animal, as he
immediately began pistoning his massive shaft in and out of her.

"Hunnnnh! Hunnnnh! Hunnnnnh!" she cried, "Oh God, he's...splitting...me....in
....half!"

"But you like it," Dupree taunted her, "don't you?" 

"Yes." Amy sobbed, "I like it! I like it! I like it! GOD! GOD! GOD! Fuck me
harder boy, fuck me harder! I love it so much." Her voice trailed off into a
ragged scream, as she came. The dog continued to pound her helpless body
brutally, and soon she was cuming again, tossing her hair wildly, as her
climax exploded.

"Now," Dupree said, "here comes the knot." 

The camera zoomed in to show the baseball sized knot at the base of the dog's
prick, slamming against the tender lips of her pussy. "Relax baby," Dupree
crooned. "let that knot in, so Hector can bust his nut."

"Oh no! Please!" Amy cried. "I can't take any more."

But even as she pleaded for mercy, she thrust herself back against the massive
invader. Finally, the knot popped into her cunt, with an audible slurping
sound. Amy's back arched, and her screams seemed as if they would tear her
throat. Tom began to climax then, shooting into Amy's sucking mouth, as he
watched her utter degradation on the screen. It went on and on, Amy's on
screen cries of orgasm, mingling with Tom's groans of shameful ecstasy, as he
climaxed. With a final slurp, Amy pulled her mouth off of his cock.

"You bastard!" she hissed, "You fucking loved it, didn't you? You loved
watching me get fucked by a dog. Well, let me tell you baby, I loved it too,
and I'm going to keep on doing it. Hell, I'd do it for free, for Daddy Marcus,
once your debt's paid off, I'll still be his slut."

On the screen, the dog was howling and grunting as he climaxed, pumping his
hot white cum into Amy's cunt. She was no longer screaming and writhing, her
orgasms had left her nearly comatose, hanging limply in her bonds. The camera
zoomed into a close-up of her face, which was slack with ecstasy, and sexual
satisfaction. Her hair hung in sweat-soaked strands across her face.

She opened her eyes and looked into the camera. "I love it." she whispered
hoarsely. She ran her tongue slowly over her lips. "I love it...." The screen
then went dark.

"Next time, Daddy Marcus is going to make me suck him." Amy said. "I'm going
to suck Hector off Tom. I'm going to slide that big dog dick into my throat
until he cums in my mouth, and he's going to tape it. Of course you'll buy
that, won't you?" 

All Tom could do was nod. 

"I hate you Tom!" she said matter of factly, "But Daddy Marcus is making me
stay here. It's part of his revenge. And he knows you don't have the balls to
throw me out. Because if you do, or if we do anything to stop him, he'll send
the tapes to everyone we know. Your cop buddies, my parents." her voice broke
up. "He'll send them to my parents Tom. So it looks like we're together. Until
he lets us go. And I don't think he'll ever do that. Thanks to you."

She stood up. "I have to get some sleep." She walked off to the bedroom. Tom
picked up the remote and rewound the tape to the beginning. Then he hit PLAY.

to be continued....

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From: Rusty Shackleford <rustyshac@aol.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Cop's Wife, Part Two (Ir, Slutwife, Gb, Beast, Revenge)
Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 19:10:05 -0400
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