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Cuckold's Revenge
by Hardy (hardy52@comcast.net)
***
A man takes advantage of his cousin's hospitality by
seducing his voluptuous wife, taking her again and
again. At her priest's insistence tearful wife finally
confesses her infidelity. Angry husband vows revenge.
(MF, nc, rp, kidnap, v, 1st, voy, preg)
***
I had just graduated in computer science at a
prestigious university. However, in the small town
where I had lived most of my life, jobs in this
specialty fields were almost non-existent. Therefore I
had to go where there was a job opportunity.
I had a cousin in the nearest major city so I called
him. I explained the problem, that I needed somewhere
to stay while I job hunted. He said I was welcome to
stay with him until I was settled in a job. I said I
had no money for room and board, but he said to forget
it - I could help around the house, and when I had some
income I could repay him. That was perfect and I packed
up and headed for the city.
I was welcomed by Steve and his wife Isabel. I had met
his wife before and I remembered how beautiful she was.
She was Italian with a lush beauty that bespoke her
Latin background. She had a gorgeous oval face framed
by long black hair, firm high breasts, a slim waist
flowing into beautiful rounded hips, and these ending
in long perfect legs. She didn't have a model's
slimness, but she had a figure and sensuality that was
stunning. I envied my cousin.
Steve owned a small successful construction business
and he worked long hours six days a week which didn't
provide him much home life-his work was his life, and I
learned later that Isabel was not happy with his
single-minded dedication to his work, leaving little
time for them to be together.
Finding work in my field was not easy; I sent resumes
to every company that might have a technology job open
with no success. I found a temporary part-time job that
didn't pay much, but it helped with spending money, and
to pay a little towards my room and board. Also it
enabled me to purchase some clothes so if an interview
came up I would look presentable.
I was getting discouraged but Steve and Isabel said if
I was patient a job would come along. I didn't have to
get up early and when I went down for breakfast Steve
was already off to work. Isabel would prepare breakfast
for me, and we often had long conversations.
I believe she enjoyed having someone to talk to, as it
seemed her husband had little time for her. She seemed
comfortable talking with me, and at one point I
gathered that her sex life suffered. She said he was
always tired after his long hours, blushing when she
confided that she wasn't happy with the infrequent
love-making.
I could understand this as she was a voluptuous woman
who was being ignored. I looked at her in a different
light, wondering what it would be like to make love to
this beautiful woman. I tried to dismiss these thoughts
with not much success-I was captivated by her lush
beauty.
I kept reminding myself that this woman was my cousin's
wife, and I was living in their house as a guest. But
that didn't help. I fantasized more and more about what
it would be like to possess her. Also my sex life
suffered since I had come to the city, so my thoughts
turned more and more to this woman. I think Isabel was
attracted to me but she made no overtures. She was
Catholic, very religious, and attended mass regularly.
For me a very special time of day was when I had
breakfast with her. Sometimes she had only a negligee
over her short nightgown, sometimes she had on a house-
dress. When she bent over the table I would often catch
a glimpse of her breasts. She caught me looking more
than once, and she would blush. Other times, when she
bent over to pick up something her short dress would
ride up, exposing her thighs. I was more and more
tempted. I think she subconsciously dressed in a
revealing nightgown or tight dress. Anyway it was
playing havoc with my emotions.
Finally one morning things came to a head. She had on a
short tight fitting dress with a low neckline, a dress
that hugged her beautiful figure, and when she bent
over I caught a glimpse of her firm breasts. This was
too much, and I stood up and pulled her into me. She
was hesitant, resistant, but I held her close, feeling
her breasts against me, and kissed her. She broke the
kiss, standing there flushed and trembling, but I
managed to kiss her again, and sighing she melted into
my arms.
I lifted her and carried her into her bedroom, stood
her on her feet and began to undress her. She didn't
resist, her arms at her side as I began to strip her.
She moaned as I took off her dress, sighing as I undid
and removed her bra, her firm full breasts exposed. She
moaned louder as I slid her panties down and off; now
standing naked in my arms. She was so gorgeous that I
almost came. She stood there as I stripped-I was never
so hard.
I eased her to the bed, spread her lovely legs, and
moved my fingers to her vaginal lips. She was so wet
and we were both so excited that I quickly moved
between her legs, mounting her. There were no
preliminaries-I moved my cock to her vulva and began
pushing into her.
She cried out as I entered her, and I pushed steadily
until I filled her with my cock. She groaned as I
pressed fully into her, lifting her thighs, clutching
me. The fucking was fast, furious, and short lived. She
screamed as she climaxed, her body in spasms, shaking
as she clutched me, crying out again as she felt me
throbbing and spurting into her, filling her with
semen.
I scarcely rested before my cock was erect again, and
once more I took her, beginning a steady thrusting that
took much longer this time. She moaned continuously,
her body rocking to my thrusts till she cried out again
as she came, groaning loudly. I was right behind her,
emptying my cock into once more, filling her with
sperm.
Her legs stayed open as I moved away from her, and she
began sobbing, and I couldn't comfort her. Her sobs
continued-she was full of remorse because her body had
betrayed her, and she had betrayed her husband,
planting horns on his head. Finally she finished
crying, but she lay there for some time before she
brought her legs together, got up and began to dress.
"I can't believe this happened! My God, I am so sorry!
I can't do this again! I have never been unfaithful to
my husband before." I kept trying to console her. I
left and didn't come back till late. I had to get my
own breakfast as she went to early mass, and when she
got back she told me she had gone to confession and
told everything to the priest. She wouldn't tell me
what he said to her.
This sexual episode was not the end of it. It wasn't
long before we ended up in bed together once more, and
again she was remorseful-it seemed I had opened up a
Pandora's Box. We continued to have explosive sex,
doing it in every position. We didn't use protection,
and I ejaculated into her again and again, filling her
with sperm.
She said the church did not condone birth control, and
she and Steve never used protection. The only reason
she didn't get pregnant had to be the infrequency of
their sex. We had very wild sex, and it seemed that it
became easier and easier to get her on her back, but
she was always remorseful. I had overcome every bit of
resistance till she submitted to me when I wanted her,
which was often.
She went to mass regularly, and she continued to
confess. The priest told her she had to stop, and she
must tell her husband about her adultery. Finally she
said she couldn't deceive her husband any longer, and
would do as the priest said, namely confess to her
husband.
I pleaded with her - I said he would kill me if she
told him. (He was a very large and very strong man) She
was adamant; I couldn't persuade her not to tell him. I
knew I had to leave, and she promised she wouldn't tell
him till I was gone. I knew all hell would break loose.
I packed up and got a room across the city, and did not
give Isabel my address, and I didn't go back to my
part-time job as he knew where I worked.
After a couple of weeks I called her when I knew Steve
was at work. She said she told him, and he was furious,
threatening to kill me, but he didn't hurt her. He did
demand that she tell him everything, where we had sex,
how we did it, how often, how often she climaxed, and
whether I came in her.
Four weeks later I called her again, wanting to know if
she was alright. She said she wasn't alright because
she just found out she was pregnant, and she told her
husband.
She was sure it was mine, and Steve also believed I was
the father, and he was angry again. This was alarming
news, and I decided I would not call her again.
I finally found a very good job with a tech company. In
a few months I got a raise and a supervisory job.
Things were looking good, and I moved into a very nice
apartment. Another major event was a relationship with
a lovely girl. Melissa was a gorgeous woman that I met
through a friend. I was instantly in love and she felt
the same. I wanted to marry her yesterday, but she was
a go slow person, and wanted to wait till we became
better acquainted before she would commit to marriage.
We did everything together and I just fell more and
more in love. She absolutely refused to have sex before
marriage, but we did everything short of intercourse.
She would masturbate me, even giving head on a couple
of occasions. She would allow me to caress her breasts,
her thighs, her vaginal area, and once allowed me to
press a finger into her.
To my surprise I discovered she was a virgin, barely
admitting one finger tip through her hymen, so I
thought I would not press her again to go all the way.
She did allow me to perform oral sex on her, and she
had her first orgasm ever, but she didn't want to do it
on a regular basis, not until we were married.
After a year of dating we set the wedding date. I
couldn't believe my good fortune-my head was in the
clouds. I thought we might go to a resort for our
honeymoon, but my best man offered us the use of his
cabin in the mountains, and we both agreed that it
would be a great honeymoon in idyllic surroundings.
The wedding went off without a hitch; Melissa was
radiant in a beautiful white dress-I was so proud to be
her husband. We told no one where we were going, just
hinting that we would be at some resort. Only John, our
best man knew since we were using his cabin. My wife
changed into a lovely clinging pink dress, looking
gorgeous. Our car was loaded, and we drove away to the
cheers from the people, throwing a lot of confetti, and
headed for the mountains which was a six hour drive.
We finally arrived-it was a gorgeous location in a
wooded area in the foothills, quite isolated. To call
it a cabin was an understatement-it was beautiful.
There were two spacious bedrooms, an adequate kitchen,
a dining area, a storage room, and a living room with a
large fireplace. There was also an extra bed in the
living room.
We had bought groceries on the way, and after putting
the food away we started to unpack. I heard the cabin
door open, and when I looked up I couldn't believe my
eyes. It was Steve and he was holding a gun in one hand
and a club in the other, and he had a shoulder bag. I
was horrified - how had he found us? And very quickly I
understood why he was there. Melissa came in and
looking at her he said, "So this is the bride. She is
beautiful, but I already knew that."
My wife said, "Who is this man? Does he know you?"
Steve said, "Yes, he knows me very well, and he also
knows my wife very well, and that is why I'm here. It's
an eye for and eye, and I've waited a long time for
this day."
I said, "How did you find us? No one but my best man
knew we were here."
"It was easy - I've had a private detective working on
this for some time. It was easy to find where you
worked, and to find where you lived. It was a little
more difficult to get the information from your best
man as to where you would be going for your honeymoon,
but my investigator is very skilled, and he found out
where you would be spending your honeymoon."
The full realization of what he intended hit me. I was
appalled, and I pleaded with him, telling him how sorry
I was, and offering him money, promising him anything
he wanted.
"What I want is right here, and I will have my
revenge." I knew it was hopeless.
My wife said, "What is this about? Why is he here, and
what does he want with us?"
Steve said, "I'll answer that question. You married my
cousin who lived with my wife and me while he was job-
hunting. He abused my hospitality, betrayed my trust
and seduced my wife. While Isabel confessed everything
to me I taped her confession, and her answers to my
questions about what your husband did to her." He took
out a recorder from his bag, and then proceeded to play
the tape.
He forced Isabel to tell everything. Between whimpers
and tears she described in detail how we violated their
bed, to his prompting she confessed all - how we had
intercourse, the positions we screwed in, including on
her hands and knees. The tape went on and on telling
all, even how I stripped her and how I fucked her.
When the tape was finished I looked at my wife; she was
in shock, her face blanched as my transgressions were
revealed in detail. Then she cringed as she understood
the reason he was here, as she understood that she
would be used by this man, that he would take her so he
would be revenged on her new husband. She began
pleading with him but Steve just smiled at her, still
covering me with the gun as he removed a large roll of
tape from his satchel. I knew it was hopeless.
He ordered me to put my hands behind me and then told
Melissa to tape my wrists. She tearfully complied. He
pushed me into a chair and then proceeded to tape my
ankles together, and then wrapped more tape around my
chest and around the chair. I was immobilized, totally
helpless.
He looked at my wife, "You have a choice here. If you
co-operate neither of you will be harmed." Then he
removed a knife from his bag, "If you don't co-operate
I'll do a small operation on his testicles, and you
won't have much of a marriage. It's up to you."
My wife began sobbing; realizing she was helpless, that
she would have to submit to him or the consequences
would be terrible. "Alright, but please don't hurt me."
He was enjoying his victory, but was in no hurry to
begin, wanting to go slowly, to extract the maximum
enjoyment from our anguish, relishing postponing her
seduction. He made her walk around, made her turn in
circles. He ordered her to lift her dress slowly and
she obeyed, raising both her pink skirt and slip higher
and higher at his command.
He continued to say higher till first her sheer
stockings were exposed, then her matching garter belt,
her naked thighs, and finally her sheer pink panties.
They were open leg panties and so sheer he could see
the dark hair around her vagina. She was flushed with
embarrassment as he had her slowly turn around, still
holding her skirts up. He looked at his prize, smiling,
enjoying her humiliation, not anxious to begin yet.
"We should have a drink to celebrate this occasion."
He made some drinks and handing one to Melissa, ordered
her to drink, and she did, almost gagging on the strong
drink. Holding a glass to my mouth he forced me to
drink also. Then he made more drinks and we again
drank. After the third drink he said it was time to
have a little fun. Melissa was flushed and slightly
unsteady, not used to this many drinks.
He ordered her to take off her dress slowly, and she
complied, and she obeyed again when he ordered her to
take off her slip, now standing in her matching bra and
panties. She hesitated when told to take off her bra,
but did so, her beautiful firm breasts exposed. He had
her walk around again, her breasts jiggling as she
walked in her heels. He still was in no hurry, enjoying
her near nakedness, enjoying her beauty. My wife was
trembling, flushed from the drinks and her exposure to
this stranger, tears on her face.
Finally he asked her to take her panties off, slowly.
She hesitated, but finally complied, sliding her sheer
panties down her thighs and legs, taking them off. She
was exposed now in all her nakedness, more erotic with
her sheer stockings and garter belt, and he savored the
prize which would soon be his, still in no hurry to
take his revenge. Finally he led her to the bed which
he moved closer to me, ordering her to get on the bed,
and she did, lying on her back, her legs held tightly
together. Then he stripped.
His cock was almost fully erect, and was large, and
very thick. Her eyes widened and she whimpered when she
saw his penis. He moved to her side and began caressing
her. She flinched as he stroked her breasts, stroked
her thighs, touching her everywhere. She resisted when
he began to press her thighs apart, but he finally
succeeded in spreading her. He took his time, lightly
stroking around her vagina, caressing her vulva, my
wife moaning as she felt his fingers on her most
private areas.
He spread her lips, moving his fingers against her.
"Dry, but I'll fix that!" He continued touching her
lips, stroking her clitoris, moving his finger into
her. She gave a cry as she felt herself invaded.
"A virgin, what a stroke of luck; what a bonus! This is
truly going to be a great wedding night, and I'll do
the honors for you. You can just watch and enjoy-watch
your wife's hymen penetrated, watch her pussy being
filled."
He continued playing with my helpless wife, caressing
her everywhere, attempting to get her aroused, and he
was succeeding, the lips of her cunt pink and swelling,
her body flushed, my wife groaning now, groaning more
as he stroked her clitoris, getting her ready for his
penetration. He positioned her so I could see
everything he did.
He took a lot of time with her-wanting her moist before
he took her. When she was moaning and whimpering,
aroused against her will, he pushed her thighs and legs
fully open and moved between them. He lifted her knees,
fully exposing her vagina, wet and ready for him. She
was mounted and he directed his fully erect cock toward
her, the swollen purple head pushing against her, my
wife crying out as she felt him at her entrance, soon
pushing steadily.
I could see her lips opening as he continued pressing
into her, Melissa groaning loudly as she felt herself
stretching around his invading cock. She cried out as
he met the resistance of her intact hymen. He continued
the relentless pressure, her cries louder as she felt
the pain of his beginning entry. He pushed harder, and
then she screamed as her hymen gave way and she was
penetrated.
She cried out again and again as he continued pushing
into her, his cock gradually disappearing, the lips
stretched tightly around his invading cock. He
continued stretching her and entering her till she
wailed as she was fully penetrated, impaled and filled
by his rigid penis. He took a lot of time with her
before beginning to move back and forth, slowly for a
long time till she her vagina began to loosen around
him.
She began moaning as he steadily fucked her, and I
could clearly see his cock moving back and forth, wet
with her juices. He increased his thrusting, and now
she was groaning, aroused now as he continued thrusting
into her pussy; then her legs opened fully and lifted
higher, her cries louder as he thrust faster and
powerfully into her stretched cunt. She was carried
along, involuntarily aroused to a higher and higher
level. She screamed as she felt him swelling and
throbbing, beginning to ejaculate, and her legs
clutched him as she stiffened, her body in spasm as she
climaxed.
He gradually removed his shrinking cock, moving off
her. She lay there with her legs spread, a mixture of
blood and semen on her thighs. She was sobbing, sobbing
at how her body betrayed her, responding to this man
who had made her come. I was tearful also, witnessing
my wife's submission to him and seeing her climax to
his powerful fucking.
He said, "Your wife is no longer a virgin; thank you
for allowing me the first night with her. I hope you
enjoyed the show, watching your bride deflowered; what
a rush, and it isn't over yet."
He ordered her to clean up, and she slowly went to the
bathroom and we could hear water running as she washed.
When she returned she asked for her clothes but he
said, "You can put on your panties only," and she
complied, still tearful. He ordered her to get on her
hands and knees at the edge of the bed. She pleaded
with him not to do any more, but he just laughed, "Do
as you're told!"
She did, kneeling at the edge of the bed, her lovely
rounded panty clad ass sticking up in the air. He slid
her panties to her knees, displaying her erotically,
pushing her thighs apart; her wet cunt gaping slightly.
We both knew what was coming next.
He stroked himself as he looked at her, becoming fully
erect again, his cock standing straight out as he
approached, making sure I could see as he pressed his
cock against her moist vulva. She was moaning as she
felt him against her, and she tried to move away from
him, but he gripped her hips, holding her steady. She
moaned louder as he began to stretch her once more,
pressing his cock strongly into her defenseless cunt.
She cried out as he entered, pushing steadily till she
was once more impaled, pulling her hips against him,
filling my wife's vagina.
He began stroking into her, taking his time,
establishing a steady rhythm, her breasts swaying to
his thrusts. Holding her hips and ass steady he
continued his assault, pushing powerfully now, making
her squeal as she was steadily fucked, wanting me to
hear her cries.
I could clearly see his wet cock moving into her
stretched pussy. She began groaning continuously as he
labored in her, her cries becoming louder; she was
responding to him as he screwed her to a climax. She
stiffened and cried out loudly, her cunt clutching him
as he pushed fully into her, holding her against him as
he spurted, filling her with his semen again. Her body
was still shaking with the force of her climax as he
held her tight.
He released my wife, and she fell to the bed, sobbing
at the way she was taken, and the way she responded,
unable to prevent the orgasm that overwhelmed her. I
was mortified, witnessing my wife's violation, and her
climax each time. She looked at me, "I'm sorry! I
couldn't help myself. He made me come." She was still
tearful as Steve smiled at us, enjoying his conquest,
enjoying humiliating us, and getting his revenge.
I thought he would leave now, but he had no intention
of leaving-instead he had Melissa free me, and holding
his gun, ordered me into the storage area. He bolted
the door and I was a prisoner in a room with no
windows. My wife told me later that he ordered her into
a bed, and he had handcuffs, so he cuffed her to the
bed post, and then joined her in the double bed. During
the night I heard her crying out as he had his way with
her again.
The next morning he released me, and had my wife
handcuff me around a post. Then he laid down some
rules: she was not allowed to wear a dress, and was to
wear only lingerie of his choosing as well as sheer
stockings, shoes and a garter belt. That day it was a
sheer white camisole, lacy with matching panties and a
half slip. She looked sexy and erotic as she moved
around, obeying his orders, preparing breakfast and
cleaning up.
Afterwards, he stripped her, and placed her on the bed
on her back. He again stroked and caressed her till she
was whimpering with her arousal, her legs opening
involuntarily.
Smiling at me he mounted her and pushed his erect cock
into her moist vagina, my wife gasping as she was
entered. Once again he fucked her thoroughly, erupting
into her as she was overcome by an intense climax. He
allowed her to put on only her panties until later in
the day when he took her again.
That night was the same, as was everyday that he
remained, fucking my wife again and again, heedless of
our pleading. The first day he had gone through every
bit of our luggage, and in Melissa's he found her birth
control tablets and a calendar of her periods. He
guessed rightly that she was in a fertile time and was
determined to impregnate her. He said, "You knocked up
my wife, so it's only fair that I get your wife
pregnant." And he flushed her birth control tablets
down the toilet, ignoring her objections. With all the
times he ravished her and filled her with his sperm, I
was sure she would be pregnant.
When would this ordeal be over? Everyone knew we would
be gone two weeks, so no one would be looking for us
before then. I pleaded with Steve to leave, but he just
smiled, "The honeymoon is supposed to last for two
weeks, so I really don't want to leave before that
time." So he knew - it was hopeless - we were going to
have to endure him for the whole time, and he would
continue to ravish my wife. He was going to have his
full measure of revenge.
Finally, for variation, he demanded that my wife
perform oral sex on him. She looked appalled and
refused, but he insisted. When she refused again, he
handcuffed her, tied a rope to the handcuffs and threw
the end over a beam, and secured the end to a post,
pulling her arms overhead. She had a half slip and
panties on. He pulled the slip to the floor, and then
brought her panties to her knees, displaying her
erotically. He left briefly, and returned with a
switch-his meaning clear.
Pleading was useless. He stood there, relishing her
helplessness, moving closer, striking her bare buttocks
with the switch till she screamed, her body twisting to
turn away from him; but he followed her around striking
her ass again and again till welts appeared, my wife
sobbing as he continued to whip her. She begged him to
stop, and finally agreed to do what he wanted.
After releasing her, he pushed her to her knees,
lowered his pants and shorts and told her to begin. She
obeyed, taking his growing penis in her mouth, moving
her mouth and tongue on him as he held her head,
forcing her to take all of him. He made her continue
till she almost choked as he pulled her head fully
forward and erupted into her mouth and throat, my wife
gagging as he came.
Later Melissa whispered to me that she would find a way
to disable him, to knock him out, and was waiting for
an opportunity. That came after breakfast the next
morning. She was wiping a heavy iron skillet, and when
he turned his back she swung at him with the skillet.
He sensed her motion, and at the last moment he
twisted, the skillet striking him a glancing blow on
his shoulder. He was furious, "That's going to cost
you!"
He pulled my weeping wife to the bed, threw her on her
stomach, and proceeded to tie her wrists and legs to
the corners of the bed. He pushed a thick pillow under
her stomach, her ass lifted in the air. He retrieved
some KY from his pack and advanced on my wife. He
pulled her panties to her knees, lubricated a finger
and proceeded push against her ass.
She cried out as his finger entered her, and she cried
out again as he began stretching her. Soon he added a
second finger, stretching her anus, ignoring her cries.
When he had her sufficiently dilated he stripped,
stroking his cock till it was erect, and mounted her,
and pressing his cock against her ass he pushed firmly.
She screamed as he entered her rectum, screaming again
as he pushed his cock fully into her.
He began thrusting with an intensity that caused scream
after scream to erupt from her, finally emptying his
cock into her bowel. He moved off my sobbing wife, "I
don't think you're going to try that again."
There was only two more days left before we were due to
return. Steve made good use of those days, ravishing my
wife again and again. He took pains to caress her every
time till she was whimpering with arousal, her cunt
wet. He made sure that I could see his cock entering
her each time, especially when she was on her hands and
knees, her vagina presented to him, moist and open as
he pushed her thighs apart.
He would pause, the swollen purple head of his cock at
her vulva, looking at me as he began pushing into her,
stretching and filling her, holding her hips, pulling
my wife fully onto him, Melissa groaning as he had his
way with her. He would thrust steadily into her until
her moans and cries became louder, more shrill till she
cried out with her climax. Shortly after Steve would
groan as once more he filled her with his semen.
He delighted in humiliating us. During the last few
days he would have her get fully dressed, and then he
would enjoy stripping her naked in front of me,
stroking and caressing her till she was whimpering,
flushed and moaning with arousal that she couldn't
prevent. After she was taken, responding to him, unable
to prevent the orgasm that overwhelmed her, she would
lay there sobbing at how her body betrayed her again,
her vagina gaping, their fluids moistening her thighs,
telling me how sorry she was, much to Steve's
amusement.
On the last day Steve got ready to depart, but not
before he fucked her again with an intensity that
caused her to cry out again and again before he filled
her once more. For two weeks her cervix was bathed in
his semen, his sperm filling her uterus. He thanked us
for a wonderful honeymoon, and hoped that Melissa was
pregnant. Also he said that he didn't think we would
file any charges about what happened, and he was right.
It would be too humiliating to report all that
happened. He had his revenge.
He cut one of my tires when he left, so it took me
quite a while to get the tire changed. By that time he
was long gone. We spoke little as we drove back,
arriving late at my apartment.
When I would attempt to make love to her the memory of
her being used by him kept intruding. I couldn't rid
myself of the vision of her under him, his cock
thrusting into her, hearing her cries as he emptied his
cock into her, and I know she couldn't also.
Our marriage was never consummated. She was pregnant,
and as the weeks went by, and I watched her abdomen
swelling with his baby I had to leave, and we were
divorced soon after.
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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