The Cop's Wife 
                                    Part 3
                             By Rusty Shackleford
                     (MMMF, Slut Wife, NC, IR, 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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They didn't speak the next morning. Tom was so exhausted and emotionally
drained that he considered calling in sick to work. But Amy's silent
accusation was too much to bear. He went through the day like a sleepwalker,
unable to concentrate. He sat at his desk for hours, staring into space, his
mind replaying the lewd images: Amy fucking and sucking her three rapists
right in front of him, and loving it; Amy being gang-banged on a pool table,
and loving it; Amy being fucked by that huge dog, and loving it. Finally, his
partner asked him what the hell was wrong with him.

"Nothing," Tom said after a moment. "Must be coming down with something." 

"Well Jesus," his partner snapped, "then go home! You ain't getting shit done
here, and you're probably going to get me infected with whatever it is!"

Finally, Tom agreed. He didn't go straight home however, he drove around for
another two hours, his mind running around in circles. He felt like a rat in a
trap, which is exactly what he was, he realized, trapped. There was no way out
of Dupree's horrible vengeance. If he tried to do anything to stop it, he
would end up going to jail himself. Finally, he found himself pulling up
outside of his house. There was an unfamiliar van in the driveway. 'Dupree.'
he thought to himself, 'He's back. Probably fucking my wife and making her cum.
The thought caused him, shamefully, to get hard again.

As he entered the house, he heard Amy's voice from the kitchen. She was
whimpering in pain. "Please," she was pleading. "Please...it hurts!"

"Silly bitch," another voice, a female voice, said, "it's supposed to hurt." 

"But...but I did everything you that told me to do. I did what you...
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"Shut up cunt!" the voice said.

Tom walked into the kitchen. Amy was kneeling there on the floor, naked. Her
hands were clasped behind her back, her hands gripping her wrists. There was
another woman seated in the kitchen chair in front of Amy. She was a tall
woman with close cropped blonde hair. Her body was lean and muscular, as if
she regularly worked out with weights. She was dressed in a skin-tight black
leotard with a hole cut in the crotch. Tom's eyes were riveted to her shaved
pussy. The woman held a pair of pliers in her right hand. The teeth of the
pliers were fixed on Amy's right nipple. As Tom watched, the woman gave the
pliers a brutal twist. Amy screamed again.

The woman looked up. "You must be Tom." she said with an evil grin, "I'm Tanya.
Marcus sent me to teach little Amy-slut here a few things. But she's a slow
pupil. And rather stupid as well, isn't that right, Amy-slut?"

"I...I..." Amy hesitated.

The woman gave the pliers a particularly brutal twist.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Amy screamed. "Yes Mistress Tanya, I'm a stupid slut. I'm
stupid. Please don't hurt me again..."

Tom had moved forward as if to stop his wife's torture, but he was stopped by
Tanya's upraised left hand. "Ah, ah, ah..." she said, in a singsong voice.
"Don't you be a stupid boy, too. Remember that Marcus has the tapes. If you
interfere in any way with my fun, they go into the mail. I'd bet that your
partner would love to see Amy talking about how much she prefers big black
dick to your little white one. And I'd also bet that Amy's parents would love
to see the tape that we made today of Amy licking my pussy."

Amy was sobbing brokenly now, tears running down her face. Tanya ran her
fingers through Amy's thick curly hair in a parody of tenderness.

"But she lacked enthusiasm for the job, and I like my bitches enthusiastic. So
Amy's being punished." she said as she twisted the pliers again. 
 
"AAAAAAAAAH!" Amy screamed. "Please, please, Let me try again, I promise I'll
do it good, I promise."

Tanya looked at Tom's crotch. She laughed. "Look at your husband Amy!" 
she said, "His little dick is stiff as a board. He loves the idea of watching
you eat my pussy." 

"I don't care." Amy sobbed, "I don't care about him. Just please, please let
me show you that I can do it good."

"Okay Amy-slut." Tanya said, as she put the pliers on the table, "You can try
again."

With a grateful sob, Amy moved her head forward towards Tanya's exposed cunt.
Tanya stopped her with a hand cupping her chin. She leaned down to look into
Amy's eyes. "But if you don't make me cum within five minutes bitch," she
hissed. "What I'll do to you will make the last hour seem like heaven. You'll
be begging for the pliers!"

She released Amy's chin, leaned back, and spread her legs. With her hands
still clasped behind her, Amy plunged her face between the woman's strong
thighs, licking and sucking desperately.

"MMMmmm...." Tanya moaned, her hips began rotating slowly against the
stimulation of Amy's tongue. "That's better...ahhhh....yes, that's much better
....right there...suck my clit....."

Tom began massaging his cock through his pants. Tanya looked over at him and
laughed again. "Go ahead Tom." she said, "Take...ahhhhh... take it out... and
play with it for me...uunnhh....oh yes, you nasty bitch...."

Tom unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it in quick jerks.

"Oh, my..." Tanya said. "Amy wasn't lying...ahhh....hnnnh...that is one tiny
dick." She reached down and pulled Amy's head from her crotch. "Poor Amy," she
crooned. "no wonder you're so hungry for a good fuck." and then shoved Amy's
face back into her pussy. "Yessss." Tanya grunted, her hips moving faster.
"Good....good...good little Amy-slut...good little fuck toy...lick it...lick
it....yes....ahhh...ahhh....you little bitch, you're going to do it...you're
going to make me...ahhhh....that's it, that's it that's it.....
UUUUNNNNHHHHHHH!"

She grabbed a handful of Amy's hair and bucked brutally against her face, as
she came. Tom came too, squirting his cum over his rapidly working fingers and
onto the kitchen floor. Tanya groaned and came again, smearing her juices all
over Amy's face and lips.

Finally, when she was done, she pulled Amy's head away. "Much better, Amy
slut," she whispered. "Now, let's go into the bedroom. Daddy Marcus is busy
tonight, but I promised him you'd get the fucking that you need. You've got a
date with my strap-on."

to be continued....

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