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Wife Is Taken After Work
by CuteAsianWife (cuteasianwife@hotmail.com)

***

This story tells of how my wife is taken after work. 
The rapist wants her to go willingly but the wife 
resists. (MF, nc, rp, asian)

***

The alley behind her office was deep and dark. There 
wasn’t a soul around as I practically carried her to 
that back of the building, pressing the tape over her 
mouth as we dropped into the shadows. I pushed her up 
against the wall behind some packing crates and 
barrels, stepping between her legs to prevent her from 
kicking, and pressing my hard cock against her crotch. 

I took a small wrist in each hand, and pushed her arms 
back, so she was spread-eagled against the wall. Her 
breasts were pressing against my chest as she struggled 
for breath. There was fear in her eyes; fear and 
something else…

"Listen to me!" I whispered, "I’m going to take your 
body, and use it for my own pleasure tonight. You have 
no choice about that…you WILL be used tonight." I 
pushed my cock harder into her belly, to make sure she 
understood. 

"Because you see, I know you... I know what you are. 
You’re a married woman, but deep inside you LONG to be 
a slut, long to be abused. You won’t be hurt much, and 
when I’m done with you, you’ll go home to your husband. 
But for a little while you will be a slut, and your 
slut body will be abused the way you ache for it to be 
abused."

I pushed her hands behind her, so I could take both 
wrists in one hand, and free up my other hand to cup 
her breast. She didn’t try to pull away – the slut in 
her was already struggling to come out. 

"You DO have one choice. You can accept what’s going to 
happen, and become the slut you know you are. You’ll 
show me your pretty little body and let me use it. In 
that case, I won’t tie you up, and I’ll take off the 
gag. OR…you can resist becoming a slut, in which case, 
I’ll tie your hands and leave the gag on while I use 
you."

I pushed my hand down between our bodies, and roughly 
pulled up her skirt. Just as roughly, I forced my hand 
up against her cunt, outside her panties. The panties 
were already soaked. I slid my fingers around in the 
wet cloth, feeling the yielding lips around her 
pleasure-hole, finding the hard nub of her clit. As my 
fingers stroked it, her eyelids fluttered, and she 
moaned through the gag. 

"But I WILL be using your tight married cunt, filling 
it with my hard cock! Now nod yes or no... make your 
choice!" I kept my fingers moving on her clit, watching 
her face. She struggled with the feelings…fear of the 
abuse she knew would happen no matter what she did; 
aching from the pleasure from her clit and from the 
slut within, struggling to make her submit. I waited, 
enjoying the feel of her wet cunt, remembering how so 
many of the married women chose the slut’s way…how many 
ended up begging to be abused and how some even asked 
for more pain, they enjoyed it so much…

But not this one! A spark of defiance flashed in her 
eyes, and she shook her head negatively, back and 
forth. "Alright then, we’ll do this the hard way." 
Pulling her wrists in my hand, I spun her around and 
pushed her face first into the wall. In a second, the 
looped plastic cable tie from my pocket was tight 
around her writs and I pulled her around to face me 
again.

"Now, let’s see those pretty little breasts!" Keeping 
her pinned against the wall with my hips, I took the 
lapels of her blouse in my hand, and ripped it open. 
Her white, lacey bra was a contrast with her delicate 
amber skin, which, like her jet-black hair, dark eyes, 
and small frame, spoke of her Asian heritage.

A quick flick of the knife from my other pocket cut the 
bra open in front and I pushed bra and blouse back over 
her shoulders. Her breasts were the perfect size, 
smooth and round and just filling my hands. They were 
capped by tiny, very hard nipples which pressed into my 
palms. I pulled my hands back and seized the hard nubs, 
twisting them roughly between my fingertips. 

The mixture of pain and pleasure I was causing her made 
her head bump back against the wall, eyes closed. For a 
moment, I wished she’d chosen the cooperative path, so 
that I could have heard her groans as the abuse began.

"Like that, don’t you, you little chink slut?" I pulled 
her nipples out, raising her breasts, letting their 
weight and her struggles do the work of providing the 
pain she needed. For several minutes, I twisted and 
pulled at the nipples, hurting her just enough. My 
words lashed at her, too: "Yes, I can tell you do like 
it, you married slut! Open your eyes!" I tugged her 
nipples out hard. "Open them and look at me!"

When she complied, I went back to the pleasuring her, 
slowly rubbing the hard nipples with my thumbs, and 
caressing her breasts.

"Tell me you like this... yes... nod your head…you want 
more, don’t you?" 

Slowly, she nodded her assent. I massaged her breasts 
for another minute, then quickly spun her around, and 
forced her to bend forwards over the waist high packing 
crate next to us. I pushed her down, so she would feel 
the rough wood against her breasts. 

Reaching down, I flipped her short skirt up over her 
waist and took hold of the hem of her white panties. I 
tugged on them slowly, so she could feel it, while I 
talked to her, "Now, I’m going to fuck your pretty 
little cunt. Your panties are drenched, slut... I can 
tell how much you need to be raped!" 

She begged, "Please don't come in me, I am not on any 
protection!"

I just smiled and laughed. With a quick twist and a 
hard pull, I tore her panties off, and tossed them up 
on the crate by her face. Keeping her down with one 
hand, I used my free hand to explore her. Her wet, wet 
lips parted easily, and I slid a finger up into her 
body.

"Feel that, slut? That’s where my cock is going to be 
in a minute, mmmm... you’re so tight, it’s going to 
hurt a little when I take you, but you’ll be so nice 
and tight, I know how much I’ll enjoy you!"

Pulling my hand back, I ran it up, and probed her tight 
asshole. I could feel her clenching there, tightening 
involuntarily. I let her know I could feel it. "Oh, 
don’t worry; I’m not going to fuck your ass, at least 
not now. Right now, I want your cunt!" 

She pleaded, "Please don't! I will suck you off. Let me 
suck you off instead."

I ignored her as I was on a mission. I freed my rigid 
prick from my pants and rubbed the head up and down in 
her slit, enjoying the feel of the soft flesh against 
me. Finally, the desire was too strong, and I lodged my 
prick head in her opening.

"Are you ready, slut? Ready to be fucked?"

Without waiting for an answer, I slammed my prick up, 
hard, into her cunt. She was tight, and the pain of my 
entry made her head snap back. I held myself deep in 
her body for a minute, then began to use her, quickly 
and roughly. As I fucked her, I grabbed her hair in my 
hand, and pulled her head up, because I knew that would 
forcer her breasts down into the rough wood. The motion 
of her body as I pounded her would make them rub up and 
down on the crate. I watched her hands, clenching as I 
fucked her. Her tight, married cunt felt so good, and 
it wasn’t long before I was swelling, ready to cum.

"Ready for my cum, slut? I’m going to fill your body 
with my cum!"

With a groan of pleasure, I let myself go. My cum 
flooded her unprotected womb, pulse after pulse 
shooting deep into her cervix as I kept fucking into 
her. Her tight cunt drew spurt after spurt from me, and 
I felt her arching her hips up towards me, as if 
begging for more, begging for my cum in her body. When 
I was done enjoying her, I slid out and stepped back. 
Fastening my pants back up, I enjoyed the sight before 
me: a beautiful young wife, bent over, abused and used, 
with my cum running back out of her cunt and dripping 
down her legs.

She was mumbling something, trying to speak. I pulled 
the tape off her mouth. 

"More!" she groaned. 

"What did you say?" I asked, not believing the sudden 
change.

"More... more cock…more cum…I need more!"

Twenty minutes later, she was spread on the bed in my 
apartment, tied hand and foot. I left her tattered 
clothes on her, because I thought she looked better 
that way, more vulnerable, more ready for use. I picked 
up the phone to call some of my friends over.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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