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The Ravished Wife
By Junebug (address withheld)
***
Most stories I've read in the archive have the rapist
taking his victim, and afterwards she becomes a sex-
crazed whore as a result. Her husband, if she has one,
usually enjoys his wife's new activities and encourages
them. My wife was brutally raped, right in front of me,
and that certainly didn't happen to us. (MF, nc, rp,
wife, intr, cuck, preg)
***
Author's Note: It makes me sick to my stomach when I
read the stories in this archive, so I wrote one
myself.
***
Ellen was a good woman, and an excellent wife. I
considered myself lucky to have found her. She was just
twenty-two when we met at our church group. She was the
cutest little thing I'd ever seen, just 5'3" tall,
about 100 pounds, with long, bright red hair, green
eyes, and creamy skin.
Unlike many redheads, she didn't have a single freckle
on her. She was the sweetest woman I had ever met too,
kind, always concerned about others, and a very good
Christian, like myself. She came from a good family, as
did I. We were married a year to the day after we met,
and were very happy together - until it happened.
It was just after our first anniversary. I'd had to be
in Europe on business for over three weeks, and
couldn't be there on the actual date of our
anniversary. Ellen understood, but I'd felt bad, so to
make it up to her, I'd arranged for a great anniversary
present - a weekend in Miami.
She would fly down there on Thursday from our suburban
Connecticut home, I would fly there straight from
London and she would pick me up at the airport. I was
feeling great as I stepped off the plane; I'd managed
to grab a couple hours sleep and was looking forward to
a night of romance with my lovely wife. After all, I
hadn't seen her in almost a month!
Ellen looked beautiful - she was wearing a white slip-
dress that showed off her petite figure to perfection.
She kissed me longingly, and smiled up at me. "Oh Ted,
I'm so glad you're back!" she said sweetly.
"I'm glad to be back, darling," I said, holding her
close. "I've got a surprise for you," and then I handed
her my anniversary gift.
She opened it right there in the airport lounge, and
squealed with delight as she beheld the diamond tennis
bracelet I'd gotten her. "Oh Ted, it's gorgeous!" she
said in delight. "But you'll have to wait until we get
back to the hotel for your present," she finished with
a wink.
"Well, let's get going then!" I told her, and we
hurried off. We got into the taxi Ellen had waiting,
and headed to the hotel. Ellen babbled over and over
again about the bracelet, holding it up to admire it,
and telling me all about the beautiful honeymoon suite
she'd booked. I noticed the cab driver - a rather large
black man, who'd introduced himself as "Justus" -
looking at her in the rear-view mirror, but I didn't
think too much about it. Lots of men stared at my
beautiful wife, I always enjoy their envy.
We got to the hotel, and checked in. Ellen was right,
the suite was gorgeous. We quickly unpacked, and then I
told her I was going to take a shower. She gave me a
look full of promise, and said she'd order us some
champagne. While I was shaving in the shower, I heard a
knock at the door. There was the champagne! I finished
up, dried off in a hurry, threw on the robe the hotel
provided, and went out into the bedroom. I couldn't
believe my eyes.
Ellen was standing in the middle of the room, and
standing next to her, a gun in his hand, was our cab
driver. He was a very large man black man, around six
foot four, I'd say, and he looked like he weighed
around three hundred pounds. He wore stained chinos,
and a white shirt, open almost to the waist. His huge
stomach slopped over his belt, and he smelled strongly
of sweat and hair tonic.
"Sidown," he demanded, gesturing towards the armchair
which was pulled right up by the bed. I did what I was
told, I knew I couldn't take him in a fight. He quickly
tied me up, and slapped a strip of duct tape over my
mouth.
I looked on helplessly at Ellen as he told her to take
off her bracelet and give it to him. She did, and he
threw it onto the bedside table, where my wallet and
Ellen's purse were. "That's all we have," Ellen
pleaded. "Please don't hurt us - we understand that
society made you the way you are! Just don't hurt us,
we'll pray for you!"
The huge black man began to laugh, his stomach jiggling
as he did. "Yeah, das right Ho. You pray fo' Justus. I
won hurt you. I gonna make you scream fo' gawd, as wha
I'm gonna do!" he said, and then he threw her down on
the bed.
Ellen started to scream, but the black man was on top
of her too quickly. I struggled against my bonds,
helplessly.
Her attacker slapped one huge black hand over her
mouth, and with the other, ripped her stylish dress
clean off her. She wasn't wearing a bra, just pink lace
panties - my favorites. He tore them off too and
stuffed them in her mouth. Then he used what was left
of her dress to tie her arms to the bedposts and then
took off his own shirt.
The black man must have been in his late twenties and
in his prime. Through the fog of fear and anger I had
to admit that he was really well built. He had an
athlete's wide shoulders and a chest with huge pecs,
that tapered down to maybe a 30" waist. He looked like
a black Hercules.
"Hmmm, gots a purtty body fer a white Ho," he drooled,
raking his eyes lustfully over her my wife's naked
body. Then, to my horror he climbed onto the bed
hovering over Ellen threateningly and began to kiss her
all over, her face and her body.
Again I struggled in vain to free myself as he began
sucking on Ellen's nipples, pawing her breasts. He
fondled her for a good five minutes, while I sat there
helplessly watching. Then, he sat up and to my utter
horror, I saw the enormous bulge in his chinos. He
looked over at me, grinned, and then began to unfasten
his pants.
He wasn't wearing any underwear, so his monster of a
prick popped right out, fat, swollen, and rigid. Ellen
stared at it and I could hear her muffled moans as she
realized that this huge black man was going to rape
her. The black man looked over at me and grinned again,
showing the gaps where some of his teeth were missing.
"You got a purtty woman man," he drawled, and flicked
on of her nipples.
"Fine white Ho. I been wantin me some white pussy fo' a
while now. Dis here bitch wuz showin' off her lil'
white body da whole ride from da aihpoht and I knows
she wuz just achin' to get a real man tween her legs.
Right, bitch?" he said to Ellen, who just whipped her
head back and forth, in a silent no!
He laughed again and with one massive knee he pried her
thighs apart and snuggled between them. "I gonna fuck
you now Ho, you gonna have ole Justus deep down in you.
Gonna gives you a taste of some fine black cock, just
what every white Ho needs. Yo' man, you beddah be
watchin' you might learn somptin. If I turn my head and
see you got you're eyes closed, I'll shoot you ass. Got
dat!" he warned me.
I nodded, what else could I do? I couldn't let him me,
or Ellen! We had to find away through this.
"Get ready, bitch," he said, leering. "I gonna give you
a good fuckn'!" and with that he mounted my sweet wife
and thrust into her in one violent move. I can still
hear Ellen's muffled screams of pain and terror as the
massive black man plowed right into her. I could only
sit there in horror and self-loathing while my wife's
beautiful slender body was bounced up and down against
the mattress by the force of the black man's thrusts
and listen while the animal groaned and growled with
pleasure as he raped my wife.
"Oh, gods, das good. Nice an tight, da way I likes it.
Oh yeah, Ho, you sho' gettin fucked good! Nice white
pussy, taint nothin' like it," he moaned as his hips
jerked his black snake into Ellen's helpless pussy.
I had to sit there and watch as this huge black buck
raped my beloved wife. Sit there and watch the sweat
bead up on his massive black back and arms. Sit there
and listen to the sounds of sex and the muffled screams
and moans of my wife as the beast forced himself into
her.
Every now and again, the bastard would turn his head to
see if I was still watching. I'll never forget how his
face looked, slick with sweat, eyes glazed with lust
and a look of intense pleasure on his face as he raped
my wife.
"Oh yeah! Das it bitch, Justus' be fuckin' you... ain'
never had it so good, huh? You be Justus' Ho now! Yeah,
you be mine. Fuck, nice hot pussy you got, ohhh
yeahhh... oh yeah... here it comes bitch!"
With a feral grunt and a final massive thrust that
drove Ellen's head into the headboard, the black
bastard's hips jerked and he groaned as he climaxed in
my wife's unprotected body.
After what seemed like forever, his body began to
intense and he fell on top of Ellen, sweaty and
twitching, gasping for breath.
I sat there with tears of frustration and anger in my
eyes. Poor Ellen, a woman who had done only good in her
life, to had been viciously raped by a huge black man,
while her husband had been made to watch.
Eventually the asshole got off of her and zipped up his
pants, put his shirt on, collected our money and the
bracelet, and left.
***
We weren't found till the next morning, when the maid
came. Ellen was taken to the hospital, and we filed a
police report. I assured my lovely wife that I still
loved her, and it wasn't her fault, but the trauma she
had suffered was too much for her to believe that right
away.
The day before we left to go back to Connecticut, the
police arrested Justus, and Ellen and I both identified
him. The trial wouldn't be for months, so we went home
as scheduled, and tried to pick up our lives. The rape
was still with us though. Ellen had been badly bruised
in the brutal attack, so sex was out for a while - even
if she had wanted to make love, she couldn't. We both
got into counseling right away, and I was convinced
that we could put this behind us and go on.
But it wasn't to be.
Four weeks after the rape we learned that Ellen was
pregnant. We knew there was no way it could be mine. We
hadn't made love in seven weeks, not since the night
before I'd left for Europe. Ellen was pregnant with
Justus' baby. Because of our religious beliefs,
abortion was out of the question. It was hard, but we
decided that she would carry her rapist's baby to term,
and then give it up for adoption.
We tried to look at the bright side. It would be
conclusive proof that she had been raped, and Justus
would go to prison where he belonged.
***
The next few months were terribly difficult for me. It
was hard for me to watch as my wife's lovely body
became bloated, her belly swelling hugely with her
rapist's baby. Every time I looked at her bulging tummy
I was reminded of the night the huge black rapist had
impregnated her, reminded that she was pregnant with
another man's child, against her will. It also hurt
because we had planned to start our own family this
year. Now, instead of joyfully expecting our first
baby, Ellen was being forced to carry her rapist's
baby.
It was also difficult to explain to our families and
friends that we wouldn't be keeping this baby, and why.
I may have been overly sensitive, but I thought I could
see the contempt on my friends faces as they looked at
my wife. I wasn't a real man. A real man would have
stopped the rapist, instead of sitting back and
watching while he raped and impregnated her.
I may have been imagining it, I don't know. Our
marriage was naturally suffering. We hadn't had sex
since the rape. Ellen was too beat up at first, and
then the shame of carrying another man's child did its
work. But we struggled on. Surely, after the trial,
after the baby was born and given up, we could get back
to normal.
The trial was held when Ellen was seven months
pregnant. We flew down to Miami, and testified. Once
our testimony had been given, we were allowed to sit in
the courtroom, and watch. There was plenty of
scientific evidence. They had Justus' fingerprints from
all over the hotel room, the semen sample they'd taken
from Ellen at the hospital - all of it pointed towards
Justus.
He sat there, unconcerned, wearing a cheap blue suit
that was too small for him, reeking of aftershave,
twiddling his thumbs. The only time I saw him looking
any way but bored was when the testimony about the baby
was given. When he heard the state's witness say that
the DNA results from the amniocentesis test Ellen had
taken proved conclusively that Justus was the father of
her baby, he turned around, stared at her swollen
belly, and leered at her.
I was disgusted, but sure that justice would prevail. I
couldn't read the jury though - they were all black,
mostly older women, nice, grandmotherly types. They sat
there, expressions never changing.
The jury was out for just an hour. As we filed back in
the courtroom to hear the guilty verdict, Ellen
whispered to me, "They must really hate him if they
found him guilty so quickly!"
I smiled at her. It still hurt to look at her, pregnant
with a black rapist's baby. She was very big by then,
her swollen stomach jutting out from her maternity top,
her lovely face awash with that glow pregnant women
have - all from a terrible night of rape. I held her
hand, while the jury came in, and we waited expectantly
to see Justus get what he deserved.
I'll never forget how I felt when I heard the forewoman
declare that Justus wasn't guilty. Sick, horrified.
This animal had raped my wife and made her pregnant
with his child. And now he was going to walk free.
Because he was a "nice, black boy," as some of the
jurors claimed, who had obviously been tempted by a
white Jezebel!
We went back to our hotel room and sat in stunned
silence the whole night. We were in too much shock to
even cry. Our lives had been ruined, and now the
bastard who had done this to us was a free man. But
things got worse the next day. Ellen was served with
papers. Justus wanted to exercise his parental rights
to their child.
We tried to fight it. The adoption agency told us we
couldn't do anything until Justus signed away his
paternal rights to his child, which he refused to do.
Justus got a court order forcing Ellen to stay in
Florida until she gave birth to his child. Some black
rights organization was funding his legal fight for
him, making sure that "a black child would know his
father."
I had no rights.
Normally the mother's husband is automatically the
legal father of her child. But I had signed away my
rights in preparation for the adoption, just before the
trial, leaving Ellen open to further violation by
Justus.
We had to move to Florida temporarily, me taking a
leave of absence from my job to be with her - no way I
was going to leave her alone in the same state as that
monster - and we tried to get Justus' parental rights
revoked. We weren't successful.
The judge ruled that Justus was the legal father of
Ellen's baby, and as such he had every right to
exercise his parental rights. He further ruled that
Ellen, by then eight months pregnant, not only would
have to stay in Florida till their child was born, but
would now have to live there permanently so Justus
could see his child every weekend.
Adding insult to injury, the judge also ruled that
Justus be allowed to go to Ellen's doctor's
appointments with her and that the baby must have it's
father's last name, Jenkins. We filed an immediate
appeal, but the original orders would stand while the
appeal was being considered.
***
The day after, Ellen was scheduled to go to her doctor.
I went with her, and Justus met us there. He grinned
evilly when he saw us, and immediately reached out to
pat Ellen's protruding belly. "Well Ho, I gotta say, I
wuz just hopin' to git me sum cash and a fine piece a
ass. Diddin figger on getting me a fine baby son in da
bargain."
Ellen cringed, and held my arm tightly, silently
warning me not to make things worse by getting into a
confrontation with him. "We don't know what sex the
child is yet," she told him icily.
He paid her no attention. "Oh, I knows it's be a boy. I
gots me six more and day all been boys. Dis one'll be
da same. Yep, gonna have me nodder fine black boy. Ole
Justus, when he do a thing, he do it right. I nebber
shoot no blanks. You wuz a fine piece o' ass. Fittin
thing I got you wid' mah baby."
I hated him even more, as he laughed, his fat, ugly
black face leering at my wife's swollen belly. "Yep, a
fine thing. I wuz hopin dat I done laid a lil' black
baby in dat belly of yo's, and I did."
Somehow we managed to get through the next few weeks.
We hoped and hoped that the appeal would go through,
and we could end this nightmare. It didn't happen. The
day after our final appeal was denied, Ellen went into
labor, and nine months to the day she was raped, she
gave birth to Justus' son. Justus was there with her as
she delivered. I wasn't allowed in - Justus saw to
that.
He certainly was a proud papa, as he staggered through
the halls, stinking drunk, boasting about his son who
was "big as his daddy, an' black as de night." He
didn't even care that Ellen had begun to hemorrhage as
a result of delivering his big black son, and had to
have an emergency hysterectomy. Now we would never have
a child together.
She kept the baby. The alternative would have been
letting his father have full custody of him. I think
Ellen also got attached to her child, even though she'd
been forced to give birth to him. After all, she knew
now that this was the only child she would ever have.
Two days after her son was born, Ellen sat me down for
a talk. It was a terrible thing, she said, that she'd
been impregnated by a rapist. But it had happened, and
now she had a son with this man, and it was obviously
the Lord's will. She was just as much his mother, as
Justus was his father, and responsible for her baby.
Justus had his six other sons, and could never afford
to care for the baby properly, even if he'd been stable
enough. But he was a drunk and drug addict, mostly out
of work cabbie and she had to make sure her son was
cared for.
Ellen had decided to keep the baby, rather than
surrender him to his father. She said she hoped I'd
understand.
What could I do? I'd loved her, and had agreed to be
with her for better and worse. This was obviously the
worse. I had no love for her and Justus' son, but I
wasn't a monster. I couldn't let this innocent baby be
raised by the man who had sired him through rape. And I
couldn't insist that she give away her only child.
I told Ellen that I would support her decision. She
wept, and thanked me, and then hit me with an even
bigger bombshell. Justus wanted his son to be named
after him. He was willing to go to court to make it
happen, and he had all the backing he needed from that
black organization that insured he got rights to the
baby he'd raped into my wife. So she had agreed, rather
than waste more time in court. The birth certificate
had been filled out just before I came in, and the baby
was officially Justus Jenkins Jr.
This was two years ago. Ellen and I are still married,
though things aren't going well. She's too wrapped up
in being a mother to Justus Junior to pay much
attention to me. We make love, but very infrequently,
and it's not the same as it was before. It's hard,
being the stepfather of a black child.
We thought about telling the boy we'd adopted him, so
we wouldn't have to explain to him, and everyone else
that he was the product of Ellen and the black man who
had raped her. I even offered to adopt him myself,
saving Justus Sr. child support (which he pays just
enough of, just often enough to retain the right to see
their son every weekend).
Of course he said no, telling us that he was the father
and that he wasn't going to give his parental rights up
to some wimpy white men. As a result everyone, from our
neighbors to my coworkers knew that Ellen has a son by
a black man and that I'm just his stepfather.
I'm still not close to Justus Junior and I know that
grieves Ellen. She just adores her son, who looks
exactly like his father, big and very black. Justus
comes by every few weeks to spend time with his son,
who calls him "daddy." I'm just "Ted."
Ellen encourages that bastard Justus Sr. to come by
during the week as well, which he often does. She
thinks that he has every right to know their son, and
that their son needs to be with his father. We've even
got a picture of Justus Sr. in the living room holding
his son.
I don't know where our marriage will go from here. I
want to make it work, but it's hard. Maybe if we could
have children together things would be better, but
Justus has taken care of that, Ellen's hemorrhage
during the birth has may further children an
impossibility. All I can do is stand on the sidelines
watching Justus as he leers at my wife and plays daddy
to their son.
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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