The Cop's Wife 
                                   Part 1
                             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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In our earlier episodes, crooked cop Tom Barkley is visited by Marcus Dupree,
who Tom had earlier put away for drug dealing. Tom had also skimmed several
hundred thousand dollars of Dupree's cocaine. Now Dupree is out, and he wants
his money back. He decides to get it (and his revenge) by he and his prison
buddies forcing Tom's beautiful wife Amy into prostitution. Who knew that
sweet innocent Amy was such a submissive slut at heart? 

In Part Four, Dupree temporarily turned Amy's training over to Mistress Tanya,
an experienced breaker and trainer of sluts. Let's rejoin them, shall we? 
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Tom spent the night on the couch, but he didn't get much sleep. He was
frequently awakened by the sounds coming from his bedroom, Tanya's harsh voice,
Amy's cries of pain, as well as her groans, and screams of ecstasy from both
women.  He masturbated several times, his mind supplying him with the images
to fit the sounds. Finally, near dawn, the house became quiet, and Tom fell
into a fitful slumber.

He was awakened by the sound of the front door opening. Marcus Dupree swaggered
in, a broad smile on his black face. He chuckled when he saw Tom lying on the
couch.

"S'matter, Tommy boy?" he sneered. "Wifey throw you outta your own bedroom? I
bet Tanya been givin' her a real workout."

He then raised his voice. "You bitches get out here. Now!" 

In a moment, Amy and Tanya came out of the bedroom. They were both naked.
Dupree nodded approvingly. "You look like you been havin' fun." he said, and
looked at Tanya, "You got the bitch trained yet?"

Tanya ran her hand through Amy's hair. "She's coming along," she said, "She's
a stupid cunt, but she can learn, can't you, Amy-slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," Amy murmured, her eyes downcast, "I...I want to learn." 

"Well, let's see how you been comin' along." Dupree said. He reached down and
unzipped his fly. Amy obediently dropped to her knees before him. Dupree
grinned and said, "Well, she's learnin' what she's good for." He then pulled
out his cock. Amy's eyes went immediately to the huge prick, and she moaned. 
`Whass that baby?" Dupree said, "You been fucked all night, an' now you want
some nice big black dick to suck?"

"Nothing like the real thing, is there, Amy-slut?" Tanya said. 

"No," Amy whispered. "Please...let me suck it."

"You better do a good job now." Dupree taunted. 

"I will." Amy said, "I promise, I'll suck it so good."

"Okay then," Dupree said, "suck my dick." 

With a groan, Amy opened her mouth and took him in. Her lips were stretched
tight around Dupree's thick shaft. She slid them slowly down his immense
length, working her lips and tongue eagerly. She sucked noisily, gorging
herself on Dupree's man-meat. She reached up with one hand to cup his testicles,
gently stroking them with her fingers.

"Damn," Dupree grunted. "You gettin' to be a pretty good cock sucker. When you
started you weren't worth a shit."

"She hadn't had much practice." Tanya laughed. "Especially not with Tom's
little dick."

Tom's fists clenched in rage, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the
sight of his wife, slavishly worshiping her black pimp's cock. She looked up
at him adoringly, as she took more and more of his prick down into her throat.
Finally, almost three quarters of the way down, she reached her limit, and
started to gag. As she tried to pull away however, Tanya stepped forward, and
grabbed her by the hair.

"Oh no bitch," she hissed, "you don't get a choice of how much cock you take.
You take it all." as she pushed Amy's head forwards, down onto Dupree's cock. Amy's hand
reached up as if to push him away. Lightning 
quick, she grabbed Amy's slim wrist and pulled it down, bending it behind her
back painfully. Amy's yelp of pain came out as a strangled gurgle around
Dupree's choking cock.
 
"If you do that again," Tanya snapped, "I'll break your fucking arm. Now suck
bitch!"

Amy tried frantically to comply, shoving her mouth as far down onto his prick
as it would go. She gagged and choked, saliva dripping from the corners of her
obscenely stretched lips, but the merciless Tanya twisted her arm painfully
every time she tried to pull back. Finally, near unconsciousness, she took the
last inch into her throat. 

"See," Tanya whispered into her ear, "I knew you could do it." With a muffled
groan, Amy began deep throating him, moving her lips slowly up and down his
cock shaft, taking him to the root every time.

"Yeahhh!" Dupree whispered, "Thass right...suck that dick. Show me how much
you love it. You love that big black dick, don't you, Amy?"

"Mnnnh-hmmmmh.." Amy mumbled around the mouth-filling hardness.

Tanya released her arm, and whispered something into her ear. Amy began
massaging her own big breasts, pulling on them, as if she were milking them,
and squeezing her nipples between her fingers.

"Harder bitch!" Tanya ordered, "Make it hurt... show Daddy Marcus what a little
pain-slut you've turned into."

Amy whimpered as she twisted her own nipples harshly. And to her dismay, the
stimulation turned her on even more, as she began sucking him more eagerly. 

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhh..." Dupree groaned. He turned to Tom and grinned. "She's real
well-trained now Tommy-Boy. Looks like she about ready to be turned out for
real." He looked down to where Amy was slurping and sucking greedily on his
cock. "How about it whore? You be ready to start earnin' some money to pay
back what Tommy-Boy owes me?"

He grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her mouth away from his dick. She
gasped as his cock popped out of her mouth. She whimpered at the sudden loss
of the cock she had been devotedly pleasuring. He shook her by the hair
roughly and snapped, "Answer me bitch!"

"Yes Daddy," she sobbed. "I'm ready for you to turn me out. I'm ready to whore
for you. Whatever you want...men, women, I'll even do the dog again... but,"
she looked at Tom contemptuously, "it's not for him. I don't care about him
anymore."

Tom's control finally snapped. He started towards Amy. In a quick movement
Tanya stepped between them and kicked Tom in the balls. The pain was worse
than anything he had ever felt. He fell to the floor, gasping for breath and
clutching his crotch. Tom rolled into a fetal position to try and protect
himself, but Tanya kicked him again, in the kidneys. As he arched backwards in
pain, she rolled him over onto his stomach with her foot, and fell on him,
pinning him face down with her knee on his spine. She grabbed him by the hair
and yanked his head up.

"I should kill you for that," she hissed in his ear, "but Daddy Marcus wants
you alive and suffering. And that's what you'll do Tom. Suffer. As long as we
want. Now watch your wife, Tom. Watch her beg to suck another man's dick."

Tom sobbed with the pain and humiliation as he saw Amy. She had turned back to
Dupree and tried to take his cock back into her mouth. He grinned sadistically
and held her away. "Please," she groaned, "Please... I want to make you happy...
let me have your cock again. You were almost ready to cum, I could feel it..."

She stuck her tongue out and tried to reach it. He laughed and gave her just a
taste, rolling the head of his cock on the tip of her tongue, then pulling it
away, and to the side.

"PLEASE!" Amy begged, "Just tell me what you want me to do...anything Daddy.
Anything you want." she looked over at Tanya. "Do you want to watch her hurt
me? Do you want to watch her fuck me?" She turned back to Dupree. "Or the dog
...I'll suck the dog off while you watch. I'll suck his cock right down to the
knot...I'll lay on my back and let him fuck my mouth, deep. And you can tape
it. I'll make it so nasty, you'll sell a million copies. I promise, anything,
anything you want...just PLEASE, let me suck your dick some more...." 

"Yeah, you ready to whore for me now." Marcus said, as he looked over at Tanya.
"Get over here, bitch," he ordered. "Tommy ain't goin' nowhere."

Tom felt the pressure on his spine ease, as Tanya got up. She walked over and
dropped to her knees beside Amy. Marcus turned to her. The blonde woman opened
her mouth and sucked his cock into her mouth with a long slurp. She slid her
mouth down Dupree's cock, her eyes fixed on Amy's.

"Now," Marcus said, "you girls need to learn how to share."

Reluctantly, the blonde Mistress turned his cock back to Amy, who groaned, as
she sucked it in gratefully. The two women began taking turns sucking and
licking Dupree's cock. Tanya began licking and sucking the shaft, while Amy
sucked on the head. Then Amy took one of Dupree's low hanging balls into her
mouth and sucked gently, as Tanya deep throated him. It went on and on, the
two women working together to pleasure their Master and pimp. Tom, still lying
on the floor, unzipped his pants and began stroking himself.

Dupree looked over and laughed. The two women paused a moment to see what was
so amusing. Then they laughed scornfully too, before they returned to their
work. Dupree became rougher with them, slapping his socks against their faces
and choke-fucking both of them, until their eyes watered, and tears streaked
down both of the women's faces. Finally, Dupree threw back his head and
bellowed with his approaching climax. Tanya, who had been the one with the
head in her mouth, pulled it out and began pumping it quickly with her hand,
pointing the cock at Amy's panting face.

"Take it slut!" she ordered, "Take his load all over your face."

"Yes," Amy cried. "Cum on my face...cover me with it..." 

Dupree began cuming, shooting spurt after spurt of thick white sperm onto Amy's
face. She held her mouth open wide, catching some of the jism on her lips and
tongue. He came and came, coating Amy's face, her hair, her neck. Amy cupped
her breast in her hands and lifted them up, offering them to be spermed as
well. Dupree wiped his still-leaking cock on her breasts, smearing them with
his juice. Tanya bent down to lick the drops of sperm from Amy's tits before
coming back up and kissing her roughly. Amy moaned as Tanya raped her mouth
with her tongue. Then Tanya broke the kiss and looked over at Tom. A frown
crossed her face.

"Hey!" she looked up at Dupree. "Is he supposed to be getting free shows now,
Daddy?"

Dupree looked thoughtful. "You know," he said. "you's right." He zipped
himself up. "How about it Tommy-Boy?" he said. "You been playin', now it's
time to pay."

Tom looked up in agony. His hand stopped moving on his cock. "I gave all my
money to her." he said through gritted teeth, "last night. And besides, I
didn't cum yet."

"Ain't my problem, Tommy-boy," Dupree said. He reached into his pocket and
came out with a knife, which he flicked open. "Amy's on the clock now boy. So
it looks like you need to take a trip to the ATM."

Tom got slowly to his feet. As if he was sleepwalking, he walked to the hook
on the wall where his keys were. Dupree walked over and put his hand over
Tom's.

"Unh-unh." he said. "We's goin' with you. Don't want you doin' nothin' stupid."
He turned to Tanya. "Get her dressed for work." he said. Tanya put her arm
around Amy, and took her into the bedroom.

When they came out a few minutes later, Amy was dressed in a pair of cutoff
jeans that were at least two sizes too small. They hugged her so tightly that
Tom could clearly see the online of her vulva. She wore one of Tom's
workshirts, tied up underneath her breasts. She obviously wore no bra. A pair
of high heels completed the look. Dupree nodded approvingly. "Love that Daisy
Duke look." he said.

When they got outside, Dupree looked at Tom's BMW. "Nice ride." he said. 

"You can have it," said Tom, "just go away and leave us alone." 

"Awwww Tom," Dupree said, "you's gonna hurt my feelin's. Besides, Amy don't
want me to go away, do you, Amy?" he put his arm around her shoulder, his hand
resting on her breast. He began kneading and massaging the firm mound, his
fingers caressing the nipple that poked against the cloth of the workshirt. 

Amy's eyes glazed. "No Daddy," she said in a voice thick with lust. "I don't
want you to leave." He squeezed her breast harder and she moaned. 

"We can't fit everyone in that Beemer." Dupree decided, "We'll take my car.
Tommy, you drive." He tossed the keys to Tom. Amy and Tanya got in the back
seat. Dupree got in the passenger side, still holding his knife. 

As they pulled out of the driveway, Tom heard a rustle of cloth from the back
seat, followed by a low whimper. He stole a look over his shoulder. Tanya had
her tongue buried in Amy's mouth and her hand was inside the workshirt,
roughly fondling Amy's bare breast.

"Keep your eyes on the road, Tommy-boy." Dupree rumbled.

Tom turned his attention back to the road. All the way to the bank, he was
driven nearly insane by the sounds that he was hearing, the moaning, whispers,
and every now and then a low cry of pain. Finally, they pulled up to the bank.
There was an ATM mounted outside the door.

"I figger you owe me fifty dollars boy," Dupree said, "but you probably gonna
be needin' more."
 
Tom was fuming as he got out of the car. As he punched the buttons on the ATM,
he heard a large vehicle pull up. He looked around and saw a badly battered
and dented blue pickup truck had pulled in. There were five young Hispanic men
getting out of the bed of the truck. Two older Hispanic men rode up front. The
younger men walked into the bank, each clutching a check.

Tom saw Dupree get out of the car and walk over to the truck. He engaged the
driver in conversation. Tom turned around to get the money out of the slot.
When he turned back, Amy was out of the car, standing next to Dupree. Dupree
had his hand on her shoulder, still talking. The man was looking at Amy. To
Tom's horror, he licked his lips. He wanted to scream, as the realization of
what was going on hit him. Dupree said something to Amy. She shook her head.
He spoke again, angrier this time. She said something back. He couldn't make
out the words, but he heard the tone of pleading in her voice. 

"Hey buddy." a voice said, "Are you done?" 

There was a man standing behind him. Tom looked at him uncomprehendingly for a
moment. "You done, pal?" the man asked again.

Tom nodded and moved aside. When he looked back, what he saw made him almost
throw up. Amy had opened the workshirt, and was showing her naked tits to the
driver of the pickup. The group of young men were coming out of the bank. When
they saw the scene beside the truck, they stopped dead. The ones at the back
of the line stumbling comically into the ones in front. They quickly recovered
and walked over to the pickup, where Amy, her head down, was refastening the
shirt under her breasts.

Tom stumbled like a drunk, as he walked back to the car. He got in at the same
time as Dupree and Amy. Amy's face was flushed with excitement. Tom could see
her nipples even more clearly now. They were as stiff as nails. 

"Follow that truck," Dupree told Tom, with a shit-eating grin on his face,
"It's payday, and Amy's got a train to catch." 

to be continued....

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From: Rusty Shackleford <rustyshac@aol.com>
Subject: {ASSM} the Cop's Wife - Part 5 (IR, oral, cuckold, humil, femdom,
                                                                    prost)
Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2003 06:10:04 -0500
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