Harry Richards rummaged through the pile of miscellaneous material he had dumped onto the table from the kitchen 'junk' drawer for the tenth time. The tenth search ended just as the first nine had, no envelope. The pile of crap spread across the table contained everything else know to man including: Rubber bands, paper clips, facet washers, old keys that opened unknown or lost locks, miscellaneous screws, long forgotten insurance policies, paid bill receipts, operating instructions for the VCR and automatic sprinkler system. Everything but the envelope Harry so desperately needed.

"Sally!" He yelled and waited for several seconds then not hearing any response yelled again. "God damn it Sally! Get in here!"

He was just about to go find her when his wife rushed into the kitchen. Sally Richards at twenty six was an exceptionally attractive young woman with natural blonde shoulder length hair, a trim waist, full breasts and hips, and long shapely legs.

"What's wrong John? Did you hurt yourself?" There was concern in her voice having heard her husbands almost frantic shouting.

"No I'm not hurt." He answered her. "I put a envelope with two thousand dollars in the junk drawer last week. Where is it?"

Sally noticed the contents from the junk drawer dumped out across the kitchen table and thought she may be in trouble.

"I paid some bills." Her voice sounded casual but inside she was nervous.

"WHAT!" He yelled holding up his hands in disbelief.

"I paid some bills. The electricity, phone, your car insurance, the...."

"WHAT!" He cut her off.

"I found the envelope in the drawer and figured it was just household money. I had to pay some bills. We were two months behind on everything. They were going to turn the lights and the phone off if I didn't catch up." She was still attempting to sound casual.

"GOD DAMN IT!" She had never seen him quit so angry before. "GOD DAMN IT!" He repeated. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? JESUS CHRIST, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?"

"Oh stop your yelling at me for Christ sake!" She raised her voice at him. "What was I supposed to do? Let them turn everything off?"

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE FUCKING UTILITIES. I NEEDED THAT GOD DAMN MONEY!" His voice was still well beyond a hundred decibels.

"STOP YOUR GOD DAMN YELLING! How the hell was I supposed to know it wasn't household money?" Her face flushed as anger flared up in her.

"If it were household money I would have told you it was household money!... FUCK! You probably just got me killed!" He jammed both of his hands up to his forehead in frustration and worry.

"Oh stop exaggerating. I still have some of it left."

He dropped his hands and looked at her. "How much?"

"Around two hundred dollars."

"TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS!" His voice raised again. "What the fuck good is two hundred dollars!"

"Harry what's going on here? I've never seen you so upset."

"I'll tell you what's going on here! I needed that money to make a payment to a loan shark. Without that money I'm dead!"

"Loan shark? You never told me you got a loan."

"Yeah I know. I didn't want to hear, 'I told you so' from you." He sniveled the words 'I told you so'.

"Well," She shook her head. "I did tell you, right from the beginning, it was a bad idea to quit your job and dump all our savings into that damn sports bar."

"Yeah! Yeah! You told me. But I still say the bar was a good idea, it's just going to take a little more time to get established that's all."

"A little more time!" Frustration had crept into her voice. "It's been over two years now and we still don't have anything. I can't pay bills, we eat spaghetti four night a week, I can't get my hair done, they repossessed my car and the credit cards are all maxed out....How much more time Harry? How much more time before we can live like real people?" She waved her right arm with disappointment.

"God damn it! I put everything I got into that place. The least you could do is be a little more understanding."

"I don't know how much more understanding I could be. Remember, more than half the money in the savings was mine before we got married. I call that pretty understanding!"

"Oh great! Bring that up again!" Then his voice lowered to just above a whisper. "Aw shit. It doesn't matter anyway. Without that money I'm screwed no matter how you look at it." His face lost all its anger and was replaced by concern and underlying fear.

Noticing the change in his facial expression Sally forgot all about the anger she had been feeling and became a little concerned herself. "What are you so afraid of Harry? It can't be all that bad."

"Oh it's bad all right." He ran his left palm across his forehead. "You don't know these guys. They play rough, and they play for keeps"

"You mean the loan guys? How did you ever get mixed up with people like that?" She asked, not fully understanding the meaning of what playing rough or playing for keeps was.

"Six months ago the bar wasn't doing so well..... I didn't want to say anything to you about it, and figured all it needed was a little remodeling to entice a ton of regulars into the place. You remember how run down all the chairs and stools were, and the carpet, it looked like it had more beer in it than the beer taps, and the pool tables, hell all three needed recovering..... well you know... At the time I didn't even have enough cash to restock liquor in the place.. So it was either get some money or go bankrupt and loose everything."

He clamped his eyes shut and paused momentarily before continuing. "I couldn't stand the thought of loosing everything I'd.... ...we'd worked so hard for and I knew there wasn't a bank in the world that would give us a load, not with our credit.... Remember we tried a year ago...well this guy in the bar told me about some people that lent hard money. He said hard money had a high interest rate attached but you don't need good credit to get it. So I looked up these people and borrowed twenty grand expecting to have the load paid off within a year or so, in spite of a two thousand a month interest rate....."

"Two thousand a month! For interest alone?" She interrupted him not believing what he had just told her. "That'd be Forty two thousand dollars you'd have to pay back in a year!"

"I know." He replied. "But what choice did I have, besides I figured the bar could carry it."

"Carry two thousand plus principal..... The bar can't even carry food onto our table. How in the hell did you ever think it could carry that?"

"I told you.... with remodeling and all....."

"So did you remodel?" She asked.

"Aw.. Yeah...But...a...Business still isn't up to its full potential yet.... but its only a matter of time."

"Oh shit Harry! How in the hell could you? So the money in the drawer was this months interest payment?"

"It's a little worse that that I'm afraid......" He bit down on his left thumb then started to rub his forehead again before continuing. "I haven't been able to pay anything for the last two months, I didn't hear anything about it until last week....." He seemed to get embarrassed but continued. "....then this guy, a real big guy comes into the bar and tells me the place is closed and I'm to run off the few customers in the place. I refused at first but he griped my wrist so tight I thought he would break it in two... and.... he made it a point to show me he had a gun..."

"A gun!" Sally was dumbfounded. This was sounding like stuff she would see in a movie. This didn't sound at all like real life.

"Swear to God.... A gun." He continued. "Sally I don't mind telling you I was scared shit less. Well....After everyone else is gone he asked about the money and I tell him I don't have it yet and he backhanded me across the face knocking me clean across the bar. I was in a stupor but felt him grab me by the shirt and pick me clean off the ground. I just hung there, in his left hand like a rag doll while he told me how much his boss don't like being stiffed and how welcher's are bad for business. He said if word got out about my not paying other customers might consider doing the same thing and then the boss would be out of business and he would be out of a job. I pleaded with him telling him I'd get the money and he told me he knew I would get it, but he was going to break an arm or a leg just as a reminder of my obligation. I begged some more promising to get the money and he jammed me down onto a bar stool, then without another word he took out his gun and used it to bust every bottle of booze I had behind the bar. He walked to where I was seated and put his face a inch away from mine and told me I had one week to come up with five grand, two months of payments and a grand late fee and if I didn't come up with it I'd never have to worry about it again because every now and again making an example of a Welcher was good for business. That was two weeks ago I'm already a week late.....I haven't even opened the bar all last week afraid they'd find me.....Look....." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of money. "This is three thousand dollars..... I was so scared of what they would do to me I borrowed this from my brother. You know how desperate I must have been to ask my brother for money.... this with the money in the drawer was the five I needed.... But now......" His voice broke and he sobbed momentarily then said. ....."Oh God! Honey.....I'm so scared..... I don't know what to do... ..There for real honey....Believe me there for real....."

He broke down and Sally moved to his side hugging him. "Let's go to the police. People can't get away with stuff like this. Let's just go to the police and tell them everything."

"That won't do any good. What can they do? I don't have any evidence. I've got nothing but my word." He sounded lost.

"Okay." Sally said. "Then let's sell the bar and pay the bastards off. We can tell them the bars up for sale and after its sold they'll get their money."

"Don't you think I've thought of that? It's no good. With what we could get out of the bar right now, we'd have a hard time just paying off the first and second on the place. There's no way to get an extra forty two thousand. Oh God! I just don't know! Oh God! Oh God!" He buried his face between his hands sobbing while Sally held him.

An hour later Harry had calmed down a little. He looked over to Sally and said. "We don't have a choice. I'll just have to ask Robert for another two thousand. I'll beg him if I have too. I absolutely have to get the money."

Sally shook her head. "Okay, but what about next month? And the month after that? Oh Shit Harry! You really did it this time."

"Damn it Sally!" His anger flared up again. "Don't you think I know? All I care about right now is this month. I'll worry about next month when it comes. It's bad enough I have to go beg Robert again, I don't need you reminding me of how much of a fuck up I am!"

"I know. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." She apologized.

"Okay." He gave her a half hearted smile. "I'm going to go see Robert now and maybe I can sleep tonight." He walked over to Sally and gave her a small kiss on the lips. "See ya in a bit."

She nodded and watched him walk out the door before going upstairs to do a little sobbing herself.

Harry had just unlocked his car door and was about to get in when he felt a vice like grip on his right shoulder. "Howdy Ace. Been looking for you. You haven't been trying to avoid me now have you?" The voice was that of the man that had threatened him at the bar and hearing it instantly turned his blood into ice water.

The pain from his right shoulder would have been cause enough for making him unable to speak, his fright only added to the muteness.

"Come on Ace." The voice told him. "Let's go inside where we can chat in private. Wouldn't want the neighbors to get any wrong impressions." The steel grip on his shoulder guided him toward the entry with the ease of an adult maneuvering a child.

Once inside the house the man released his grip then threw Harry toward the couch with such ferocity it almost tumbled backward. Harry sprawled where he had been thrown rubbing his swollen shoulder.

The man took a quick look around then looked down at Harry. "Anybody else in the house Ace?" He asked.

Harry still had not found his voice and the man's gloved hand slapped him hard across the face. "I don't like asking twice Ace."

"Harry swallowed several times then managed to say. "Just..... Just my wife. She... She must be upstairs."

The big man nodded then doubling his right fist he brought down in a wide arc smashing into the side of Harry's jaw. Harry's lower lip burst open spewing blood all over the front of his shirt before he fell sideways. The big man took the front of Harry's shirt in his gloved right hand and yanked him upright, Then using his gloved left fist he pound into Harry's cheekbone almost instantly swelling and closing his right eye.

Harry was at the verge of unconsciousness and in such shock he could not even cry out with pain from the beating he was taking. He saw but could not fully comprehend when the big man retrieved a stiletto from his pocket and flicked the button that released the thin, sharp deadly blade.

Sally thought she heard noises coming from below and made her way downstairs. She almost collapsed onto the floor in horror after discovering the scene in the living room. A large man, at least six foot four or five stood just to one side of her husband who sat awkwardly slumped on the edge of the couch. He was covered in blood and with blood his cheek was so badly swollen as to make his right eye all but invisible. She saw his lower lip was expanded too at least three times it's normal size and was still spurring blood with each beat of his heart.

Sally became oblivious to the big man and called out. "Harry! Oh God! Harry!" and ran to where her husband lay slumped and bleeding.

She had just about reached him when the big man extended his right arm knocking her backwards. She tumbled then found the big man standing directly in front of her holding her shoulders and looking down. "Don't get mixed up in this little lady, me an Ace over there are just conducting some business."

"THAT'S MY HUSBAND YOU BASTARD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM! LET ME GO!" She screamed and pounded at the big man's chest with her small fists.

The seconds the big man had spent with Sally gave Harry just enough time to clear his head a little. Through his swollen lips he uttered. "Wait...Wait... ....I got your money. Here. Here look." Harry reached into his pocket and fished out the bank roll tossing it onto the coffee table. The big man turned and picked up the cash while Sally ran to Harry kneeling along side and took his head into her arms. "Harry! Are you all right?"

Harry did not have time to answer because the big man stepped forward and said. "This ain't all the money. Where's the rest of it"

"I...." Harry spit blood from his mouth then continued. "I was on my way to get it when you came."

"Yeah right!" The big man said sarcastically. "I'm really tired of you fucking with me Ace."

"It's true." Harry pleaded. "I was going to borrow it from my brother. I swear."

"Fuck you Ace. With you it's always something. You've had all the time your going to get." He started to move forward.

Sally jumped up and said. "I have some more money. Wait I'll get it!"

The big man stepped in front of her. "Where's it at?"

"Right there." Sally pointed to her purse laying on the entry table. "In my purse."

The big man retrieved the purse himself then walked back and dumped it's contents onto the coffee table. He searched through contents then opening her wallet he pulled out some cash and quickly counted it. "This is only two hundred and twelve dollars."

"That's all we have. I swear. Take it please!" Sally had become even more frightened having noticed the knife in the big man's hand for the first time.

"Please...Please!" Harry pleated. " Just give me until tomorrow. I'll get the money from my brother I swear it!"

The big man scratched the back of his head. "So. You want to buy so more time. What the hell you going to pay me with? You told me you've already given me all the money you have, so how you going buy extra time Ace?" He seemed to be thinking then continued. "Hmmmm......Well I guess you got one thing worth a little time....The little lady there, she can buy you some time Ace."

Harry attempted to pull himself off the couch. "No! You Bastard! No...!"

The big man leaned forward slipping the stiletto under Harry's throat. "You just sit there and enjoy the show quietly or I'll cut both your throats." He looked over at Sally and said. "Come here little lady." and held out one of his gloved hands.

Sally couldn't move petrified with the thought of what the big man was going to do to her, then she was yanked by her arm to the center of the living room.

"If you fight me little lady I'll stick old Ace over there three ways to fucking Sunday." He reached under her chin forcing her to look up at him. "Do you understand."

Sally's eyes filled with tiers that flooded down both her cheeks then dropped off her chin onto her sweat shirt.

"Do you understand?" He repeated.

Sally could only nod then felt his hand squeeze one of her breasts on the outside of her sweat shirt. There was nothing she could do other than shake with fear while he removed his gloves then slid one of his hands under her sweat shirt and kneaded her firm bra less breasts with his hand. He lifted the bottom of her sweat shirt pulling it over her head leaving her bare from the waist up.

"Oh Man! You really got some nice titties there little girl." He took both of her breasts into his hands then looked toward Harry. "God Damn Ace. I would never have guessed the little lady had such big ass knockers as theses beauties." He vigorously massaged both of her orbs then pinched each of her nipples causing Sally to flinch with pain. "What are they Ace 32's? 34's? D size I bet, and their so fucking hard and firm."

Harry watched the bastard fondle his wife's breasts as if she were some ten dollar whore and remembering he was the cause his dear Sally was forced to suffer this humiliation was more than he could take. Pushing aside as much pain and delirium as possible he struggled to his feet and rushed the big man. He managed to maneuver around the coffee table but was instantly driven backward over the table onto the couch when the big man swung his fist into Harry's stomach with a viscous blow knocking all of the wind out of him.

Harry couldn't catch his breath and it was if he was on fire from his groin up to his chest. When breath finally came the air felt like electrical spears driving into his lungs. He heard only the last part of a sentence spoken by the big man and knew he was talking to him. "........... and fucking stay there."

Through his one working eye he saw Sally twist in an attempt to come to his aid. The big man gripped her left breast with such force Sally cried out in agony then was yanked by the same breast back to the beast that held her. "Come back here cunt. I'm not done with you." Now that she was positioned directly in front of him he looked down at her and grinned. "Speaking of cunt, let me see yours."

A new supply of tiers found there way into Sally's eyes and all she could utter was. "Please......Please....."

"The only thing that going to please me right now is you taking off those jeans. hurry up! Get um off or I'll cut um off!" He reached around and smacked her hard on the rear.

Sally's fingers felt numb and she found it difficult unfastening her jeans button, but after several unsuccessful attempts it came free, more by luck than any skill. Her same numb fingers slid down the zipper and she pushed the jeans downward. The big man stepped down on the corner of each cuff and said. "Step out of um." Sally pulled her legs free of her jeans. The big man used the sharp edged of his blade to cut away her silk panties allowing them to fall to the ground.

He looked down between her leg's and said. "Well I'll be God dammed Ace. Your little wife is a real blond, look at that sweet little yellow patch." He reached down feeling her mound allowing her soft pubic hairs to slide between his fingers. "Spread your legs. Let me see that snatch."

Sally didn't move having become almost mentally comatose with fear and humiliation, then she felt excruciating pain radiating from his hand on her mound as he squeezed harder and harder to get her to do as he had demanded. His grip became intolerable and she moved her legs apart opening herself to him. "That's better, give the little beaver some air." He taunted her and slid his hand between her legs. She felt his rough hand slide back a forth across her neither lips as he felt and probed every fold and crevice of her woman hood, then she almost fainted when she felt one of his fingers push up and into her most private and sacred place.

Every attempt to block out the defilation that was taking placed to her body failed when she felt each new thrust of his finger as he defiled her. Her mental anguish became almost unbearable as he probed inside of her and was soon intensified when she was forced to endure the indignity of his comments during the violation. "Oh sweet Jesus...you've got a hot tight snatch." His breathing became more and more irregular with each thrust of his finger. "Ohhhh.....Do you like it baby? Do you like having my finger up your hot pussy? I can feel your hole getting wet. That's it honey.... lobe up that fuck slot."

"Ohh.. Shit!" He yanked his finger out of her hole and used his knife free hand to frantically unfasten his pants and push them down to his ankles. His swollen shaft stood stiff and throbbing in front of him. It was at least eight inches in length and very large in circumference. "Here," He said taking one of Sally's hands and placing it on his organ. "take a hold of a real man's cock for a change." Sally wrapped her fingers around his shaft but held it stationary. "Pump it you fucking whore. It ain't every day you get a hunk of hot meat like this between your fingers!"

Sally moved her hand foreword and back stroking his manhood with very little enthusiasm, then through the fog of her gray matter a tiny speck of a idea blossomed into a thought, 'If she could jerk him off and get him to come maybe he wouldn't rape her.' She began to jack him off in earnest, caressing his flesh with her hand as she pumped his member. She used her other hand to lightly massage around the hole of his cock's head then moved it to gently kneaded his large balls then back to his cock's head once again. She continued this routine for several minutes then heard his breathing change from irregular to panting. When low moans of pleasure escaped past his lips she felt certain he was on the brink of a orgasm. She applied more attention to the hand that was stroking him in an effort to get him off when he pushed her hand away. "Put it in your mouth. Hurry up bitch! Suck on my cock!" He pushed down on the top of her head until her mouth was at the same level as his rod then he pulled her toward him.

Sally could offer little resistance and opened her mouth to take him in. His large cock stretched her mouth to the point of her feeling discomfort along her jaw line. She tasted his pre-cum on her tongue then felt him push in and out. He only remained in her mouth for a minute or two then taking a step back he said. "Okay you little slut, it's show time. Get your ass on your hands and knees, your about to get the best fucking of your life." He turned her around and smacked her on the ass so hard she cried out and left five painful red finger imprints on her white flesh.

Sally was now resolved to the fact that she was going to be raped. She dropped down to her hands and knees and felt her legs being spread apart. When she felt the head of his cock probing at the entrance of her vagina she turned her tier filled eyes over her shoulder and looked at her rapist. "Please...." She pleated for one last time. "....Please use some protection."

He looked at her and snickered. "Oh yeah. Protection. Sure." he answered as he pushed his unsheathed flesh sword in her hole.

Sally was not very wet and his member was so large she felt considerable discomfort as he pushed into her. "Now that's a fucking cock huh baby." She heard him say then she felt both of his hands on her hips to give him leverage to force more of his thick stick into her. Soon she felt completely filled with him and could feel his course pubic hairs pressing against the tender flesh of her ass cheeks. Feeling his grip on her hips tighten he began to pump in and out, thrusting his rod to the hilt on every in stroke which causing his large balls to slap in contact with her clit to the rhythm of his fucking. "Now this is the way a bitch like you want's to be fucked. Hard and fast. Ride um cowboy." He slapped her several times on the ass.

After five or six minuets, but what seemed an eternity to Sally she felt him lean over her body pressing his weight on her back. He reached under her taking each of breasts into his hands squeezing them, then she heard him telling her. "Aaaa...Yeah, this it you little whore. I'm going to fill your cunt with hot cum.....Ohooo...Yeah... Aaaaa....Aaaaa." She felt his cock bucking against her flesh then the unmistakable wetness of orgasmic semen as he unloaded his balls inside of her.

The hole in his cock's head ejected love milk time and time again. Sally felt he must have a never ending supply stored in his balls because he just continued pounding into her filling her with more and more of his cum with every thrust. She was aware of how sore her breasts had become from his constant squeezing throughout his orgasm, then he was done and mercifully extracted his tool from her love hole.

He stood then slapped her painfully on the ass once again causing her to fall to her stomach onto the carpet. The big man pulled up his pants and stepped over sally so he could face her. He kneeled down and lifted her chin with his hand. "Your a good fuck honey. Don't you let anyone tell you different. No sir. Your one fine little piece of ass."

Sally didn't answer him her concern now was for Harry. She struggled up to her hands and knees inching her way toward the couch.

The big man picked up the knife and watched Sally's slow progress with amusement. "Worried about old Ace are ya. He'll be just fine in a day or two. He passed out just after you started giving me a blow job. I don't know if it was the beating or watching you suck my cock that got to him, but either way I'm sure it was best for him.

The big man walked to the door but before leaving he turned toward Sally and said. "You tell Ace there when he wakes up that your pussy bought him another week after that I expect three thousand dollars. You also tell him if I don't get it, next time I may have him suck my cock then get fucked in the ass while you watch. You tell him honey. You be sure and tell him." He grabbed his crouch with one hand and shook it up and down. "God damn. I'd better get out of here. Just looking at your blonde pussy and big tits is getting the old Johnson hard again. I'd better leave before he talks me into an encore." With that he opened the door and left.

Sally could see that Harry's breathing was regular and became less concerned over him. She dropped her head onto his thigh and cried herself to sleep. If she hadn't fallen asleep she would have screamed herself mad.

Sally didn't have time for self pity following her rape. Harry required her full attention and she could not afford the luxury or peace of mind assured her by blanketing all pain and feelings deep inside a shell far away from any coherent thoughts.

How she longed to enfold herself inside a shroud of insanity, freeing her from the nightmare of reality, that remaining conscious posed. Yes, Harry needed her and she would remain strong, but the nights. Oh dear God! The nights. The night brought with it the reliving, in tortuous minute detail the racking physical pain of her breasts, brought on by unwanted hands as they squeezed and wrenched them, the abhorrent feeling of a unsolicited penetration into her woman hood previously reserved for the sharing of love, the loathsome sensation of bodily fluids pumping and filling her insides to satisfy nothing more than a vile animalistic lust from someone not caring or giving anything of themselves.

She remembered something she had heard once, "Anything that doesn't kill you will only make you stronger," and she used that as a mental crutch helping to maintain both her sanity and will.

She now knew beyond any doubt, gained out of first hand knowledge, that no woman, regardless of whom, nor where she was ever "asked for it," that no woman could derive any pleasure, however small, from being raped, that no man, even one that proclaimed his love, would ever truly understand how precious a gift, when a woman offers herself to him. She also understood that as abhorrent is the physical act of rape, it is the mental rape that raves as the prince of darkness forever in the minds of it's victims. The beating Harry had received from the big man turned out to be more severe than he had initially presumed. His convalescents was a slow , painful one accompanied by his jaw continuing to swell to the point of not even having the ability to speak or take in any solid foods. His mid-section had turned several different shades of blues and purples in addition had become so painful he was compelled to remain bed ridden. Sally feed him soups and liquids through a straw, bathed and cleaned him, and saw to it got to the bathroom to relieve himself. Three days following the beating Harry was finally able to communicate, he felt a deep reluctance about asking Sally what had occurred after he had passed out for several reasons. The telling would surely be painful for Sally but it might even be detrimental if she had somehow put it out of mind. Perhaps deep inside he really didn't want to know details......or conceivably it was more that he was afraid to know details, and that in the knowing would disallow any ability to block it from his mind as though it never happened. But it had happened, and he was solely responsible. He had been the one to call for the flute, yet it was Sally, innocent of any miss doing herself that had been forced to pay the piper. The price had been high for his mistake, perhaps even one of the highest prices a woman could pay. The cost for his failure as a man was her self dignity, her pride, her woman hood, and the legal tender had been her body!

The over powering guilt he felt compelled him to demand she share with him everything that had taken place if for no other reason than he might share in her suffering, that he feel some of the humiliation and pain she had endured, that he alone be the one to carry the burden of guilt if that were possible.

During the days of Harry's rehabilitation Sally gained a new outlook, or was it insight of her husband. She saw now that even though he was almost ten years older than her he had never really grown up. His purchase of the sports bar was the unreasoning act of a boy fulfilling a pipe dream. His inability to understand or control finances only confirmed this immaturity, and the act of doing anything to hang on to the bar without regard to how much of a financial disaster it was, is akin to the behavior of a child unwilling to give up a favorite toy.

This new insight told Sally that he was incapable of getting himself out of the mess he had gotten them into, and she would have to take on the responsibility herself. She felt if it were in his hands he would certainly get himself if not both of them killed in the process.

She also felt that Harry was ill-equipped to handle the details of her rape, and when he asked her to tell him about it she made every attempt to sound casual and unattached even though inside she wanted to scream out loud until all the hurt went away.

So she told him that the big man was not such a big man after all, that after only a few minutes of attention to his member by her hand he had lost his wad and was finished for the day. She didn't tell him the big man had forced her to take his cock into her mouth, then had mounted her from behind like a dog would mount a bitch, and rammed his swollen tool into her un-lubricated hole scraping raw the tender flesh inside her vagina.

No! She didn't tell him how she had suffered while he pounded and rammed and drove into her, forced to listen to him telling her how tight and hot she was, squeezing and pinching her breasts without the slightest regard for how much pain he inflected on her, then enduring his orgasm and experience of him filling her with his cum, spurt after unending spurt, and finally when he was done using her body, he told her, "Your a good fuck little lady. Your a great piece of ass." No she didn't tell Harry these things, not these things, and even if Harry had been awake when she was forced to suck the big man's cock he never once mentioned it to her and seemed to accept the facts as she told them to him.

Having found the ability to tell a condensed version of the rape without slipping back into the guilt, fear and shame of what really had taken place seemed to ease the pain, and something every woman is inherently aware of, but rarely dwells upon, uses, or even talks about in earnest, came to her with acute clarity; Every heterosexual male, no matter who they are, has an almost uncontrollable appetite to stick his hardened manhood between a females legs and fill her with sperm. Yes, woman understand this, but hardly ever does any "descent" woman take full advantage. There are those that have made a profession out of it, calling it prostitution, and a few others have used it to influence or enhance their careers, but seldom will you find a house wife use it to full advantage.

Men take incredible pleasure in ejaculating inside a woman's mouth, yet a wife infrequently affords him the opportunity. Men desire to impel their thick shafts into every orifice on a woman's body, her vagina, her mouth, her anus, between her breasts, in her hands, anyplace capable of sheathing his flesh sword so he can pump hot liquid from his balls filling her and relieving his need. A lot of men are willing to do any number of things if they are made to believe it will allow them to dip their wick, and if the woman leading them to that belief happens to be an exceptionally attractive woman, in a lot of cases the little head between a mans legs does most of the thinking for him. With this acute clarity came a feeling of power and Sally knew she was a exceptionally attractive woman and if needed she now understood, after what the big man had done to her, she could and would use that power even if it meant giving men what they so desired. No man would ever violate her body the way the big man had done ever again, but she could use her body to prey on their weakness if it suited her plans. Sally looked down at Harry laying in bed and knew she still loved him even though some of the respect she once held for him was gone or at least had turned to pity and said. "I've got some bad news. I called your brother and somewhat explained how desperately we needed an additional loan, and he told me it would take him a few weeks to even come up with a couple of thousand. He'd have to apply for a loan or something to get it..... He just doesn't have any more."

Harry attempted to sit up but the pain across his mid-section was to great and he slumped back down. "Fuck.....What the hell am I going to do now? I was counting on him. Shit!"

Sally took his hand a squeezed it. "Don't worry I'll get some money. Besides like I told you before, we need to get the entire loan paid off. Even if your brother had come up with some more money we would have been screwed next month anyway."

"Come on Sally, be realistic where in the hell are you going to come up with forty grand?"

"I'm going to talk to Symore about giving me a loan."

"Symore!" He couldn't believe it. "You can't mean the same Symore that owns the book store. Hell Sally, you only work for him part time. What in the hell makes you think he'll give you a loan?"

"He doesn't just own one book store, he owns several of them all across town, he's got lot's of money and he's always liked me."

"Likes you? Come on, how many time's have you told me he's nothing but a slimy fat pig who's always hitting on you. What was it... not six months ago he threatened to fire you unless you went to bed with him. Remember, I was going to go down and kick the shit out of him and you stopped me because you'd already taken care of the problem by threatening to file a harassment charge on him which you could substantiate with some store patron that had witnessed it. Shit honey, after that the only reason you even stayed working there was to annoy him. So I ask again. What makes you think he'll give you a loan?"

"Because," She answered confidently. "He's still very attracted to me and if I play him right he'll give me the money. Anyway there's nothing to lose by asking."

"I guess." He replied. "Play him right huh."

"Play him right." She repeated, then to herself she thought. If all else fails..... I've got something between my legs he want's very badly. She knew her pussy wasn't worth any forty grand, but she felt certain it was at least worth the giving of a loan if he felt confident enough that the money would be repaid.

After making sure Harry had water by the bedside then helping him relieve himself, Sally dressed in a knee length silk skirt and coordinated blouse.

Examining herself in the mirror, Sally removed her bra and left the top three buttons of her blouse unfastened with the effect of displaying a large amount of cleavage between her ample breasts in plane view of anyone that cared to look. Sally winked at herself in the mirror and knew most men would definitely care to look.

Sally stepped into the book store and looked around for Symore. At first she didn't see him disappointedly thinking he must be in one of the other stores and was about to leave when he stepped out from behind several cardboard shipping boxes containing new book arrivals.

Symore looked up and after spotting Sally moved his three hundred pound hulk toward her.

"Well Mrs. Richards! Now nice of you to show up! I certainly hope we haven't inconvenienced you in any way!" He called sarcastically from across the store as he approached her.

"As I recall." He continued. "you were scheduled to work yesterday, but obviously...." After his large frame had crossed about half the distance between himself and Sally he finally noticed the extraordinary amount of exposed breast which causing him to stop dead in his tracks and even stumble over his words.

Sally watched him with amusement as he swallowed causing numerous ripple effects along his second, third and forth chins, then he gained some composure and continued toward her his eyes never once wavering away from Sally's chest.

"Aaaa...as I was saying Mrs. Richards, I'm afraid not showing up for work is just cause for termination, therefore consider yourself fired!"

Sally had anticipated his reaction. Ever since her threat with the sexual harassment claim he was just looking for a legitimate excuse to terminate her.

"Oh Symore." She smiled down at him. At five foot two he was just about as wide as he was tall, then continued. "Don't get your knickers all bundled in a knot. I'm sorry about yesterday, but it was unavoidable. But let's forget that for now. I would like to propose a business deal that would help me and get you a good return on your investment."

"I don't really think......" He said still mesmerize by Sally's cleavage.

Sally interrupted him. "Your a business man Symore, and every good business man knows it never hurts to listen to a deal, you can always say no."

"Well I don't know." He was torn between his desire to fire her and his desire to remain looking at her magnificent breasts.

"Come on." Sally said gleefully. "Let's go to the office, I'll explain the deal and if you don't like it you can always say no and fire me then. What do ya say?"

"Okay Sally." He used her first name. "But it's not going to make any difference."

She followed him to the small door less cubical he used as an office. Once inside he dropped his large bulk into the chair behind his desk.

Sally removed some paper's from her handbag then leaning across one corner of the desk so that the ninety degree angle of the corner pressing against the soft silk material of her skirt drove it between her legs and outlined perfectly the shape and form of her pussy mound. Her leaning also had the secondary effect of allowing her blouse to droop just enough that good old Symore could catch a better view of her breasts if he were so inclined.

Symore was inclined and Sally would have sworn she saw a drip of saliva from at the corner of his mouth while blatantly staring at her breasts.

She allowed him to get his eyes full then dropped the papers onto the desk in front of him and leaned back making sure her mound remained defined by the desks edge. His eyes focused between her legs taking in the smooth contour of silk pressing so tightly across her woman hood even the thin line of her slit was visible.

Again she allowed him enough time for the little head to start doing most of the thinking before saying. "I need a loan to get me and my husbands business off the ground. The papers I brought in are the mortgage documents to the 'Goal line' sports bar and our liqueur license ownership papers. Now I figure I'll need around forty five thousand to get things going. I'll pay back the loan at fifteen percent interest per month plus three thousand a month against the principal. As collateral my husband and I will sign over a second trust deed to you towards the bar as well as signing over our liquor license, which you will lease back to us. As I'm sure your aware that liquor license can easily be sold anywhere in this state for at least a hundred thousand, so if for any reason what so ever, we don't pay, you get mad at us, anything you've netted a cool fifty five thousand no questions asked. So what do you say?"

Now Sally knew the bar already had a second and a third against it and that Liqueur licenses were no longer negotiable in this state but she didn't think that Symore's little head knew that.

Symore found it difficult pulling his eyes away from the most flawlessly shaped pussy he had ever seen but somehow managed it and looked up into Sally's perfect face. "I....I.....don't know forty five thousand...that's a lot of money....I'll have to talk to...."

"Symore," Sally gave him her most sensuous smile. "Sometimes the language of subtlety can be lost so let me make it clear," She reached across the desk and squeezed his hand. "I could really show you my gratitude for this loan." She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Symore became even more flustered. "I.... well.... I can have my lawyer look it over... and... " He smacked his lips together, letting his eyes wander back to the corner of the desk. "and.... if its okay he can draw up the paper's.. .. I guess."

"Well I sure don't need any old lawyer papers Symore, I trust you completely, and even if you didn't trust little old me you've always got the liquor license as insurance, besides if you got your lawyer involved wouldn't he have to tell your wife? She pursed her lips up slurring her words a little.

"I don't know. This is all so irregular." Sweat started to form across his forehead.

"Well," She pursed her lips looking sad. "I guess if her old friend Symore doesn't want to earn a profit little Sally will just have to offer the deal..... The whole deal, to someone with a better since of business." She placed emphasis on the words "the whole deal."

She turned away quickly using her left arm to slide back part of her blouse and allowed her left breast to pop free. She looked down at it and said. "Oh my! Would you look at that! One of Sally's bad little titties seems to have jumped out. Come here you bad little girl." Cupping the bottom of her breast in her left hand she used her right hand to spank it several times. "Bad girl! Bad! bad girl!" She said as she slapped it. "Now you get back in there and be a good little tittie!"

Symore was transfixed. He had dreamed of seeing Sally's tits for so long this was like a wish come true and even more amazing was the fact that even in those dreams he had not visualized how beautiful and milky white...and firm...and big... her tits really were. He could not have imagined how perfectly shaped and light colored her aureole's were. His mind captured the mental pictures he had created of her pussy and he now knew it would be even sexier, and hotter, and tighter and wetter than all those mental pictures he had conceived of her completely nude so he could jack off while imagining he was fucking her or she sucking him. Any doubts he may have had about what she had meant with "show her gratitude" was gone.

Symore's little head took control of his jaw muscles and his mouth said. "Wait! Let me look over theses papers...Ah Yes. I am familiar with liquor licenses and I see both you and your husband have signed it as well as a promissory note for the property..... yes, this looks like a sound investment to me. Very well we have a deal." He held out one of his pudgy hands.

Sally placed her small hand in his meaty moist one. He pulled her gently toward him. "Let me.... Let me see your tits. Please!"

"Symore! You naughty boy!" She laughed. "Not until after I get the loan, after all I've trusted you with my signed papers."

Symore swallowed hard several times then said. "This is just a loan? Right? I mean you do intend on paying it back. Right!"

"Of course I'll pay it back. It just a business deal among friends. Don't worry Symore its like cash in the bank."

"Yeah.... Right." He wrung his hands together then turning around he leaned over and twisted the dial on a floor safe. Sitting back up he placed a wrapped bundle of money onto the desk. "All I have in cash is twelve thousand but I'll write a check for the balance."

Sally nodded.

He retrieved a small checkbook that seemed to be well hidden inside one of the desks bottom drawers and began filling it out. While he wrote he said. "Should I make this out to Sally Robertson?"

"That'll be fine." She answered.

He handed her the check and said. "This is drawn against my own personal checking account not the business or home account. My wife doesn't understand investments."

"No problem Symore." She said placing the check into her handbag then reached for the cash, but Symore pulled it away. "First you've got to show me some of that appreciation." He looked around nervously before saying. "Now... Now show them to me."

Sally undid the last three buttons on her blouse then held it open exposing her breasts to the short fat man with perspiration covering his forehead.

"Oh!.. Oh their so beautiful." He reached out and squeezed one of them with his moist palm. "Oh...Oh..."

He gulped down a mouthful of air then said. "Let me.... I've got to see... your... your.... pussy."

"Oh Symore you little devil. I told you I'd show you my appreciation, and I will, but not here. There isn't even a door on the office. What if Nancy were to walk in?"

"Nancy isn't working today and if someone comes in the store we'll hear the bell."

"Oh all right if you insist." She reached under her skirt and slipped down her panties then raised her skirt up around her waist exposing herself to him.

He looked at the silky patch of blonde hair growing on the most faultless pussy he had ever seen. "Oh moma.... Oh moma" He repeated then reached across the desk gently feeling her mound. "I can't believe it.. Oh.. I just can't believe it..."

"I've got to have you.... I've just got to have you.... If.... If you don't... I'll stop payment on that check.... I've just got to have you." He was completely out of control.

"Not here you silly boy. But don't worry, I promise to give you all the pussy you can handle. But you look so wound up I'll give you a little something to tide you over." She came around the desk and dropped to her knees. Then unfastening his pants she pulled his short fat cock through the slit in his boxer shorts. Using her tongue she flicked at the hole in his cock head several times then drew the head into her mouth. Symore exploded immediately. Sally was so surprised at his quick orgasm she had a mouth full of cum before her lips got past the head of his cock.

She stood up and opened her mouth showing him the cream pumped from his balls, then deliberately made a spectacle of swallowing and licking her lips in front of him. He stood as if mesmerized by Merlin himself.

"Oh my! You really must have been excited. I hardly had time to get your big hard cock in my mouth before you came. I guess you liked it so I'll be sure and suck down your wad again you nasty boy, but your big thing really got me excited too. It almost pulled my jaw out of place, so before I suck your hunk of meat again you've got to promise you'll fuck me, I just can't wait to feel your stiff dick pounding inside my little itty bitty pussy. Promise my now. Promise you'll fuck me first." She was enjoying watching his facial expressions while she uttered as much profanity she could think of.

He just nodded, again, and again, and again.

Sally held out her hand and he placed the money in it without saying a word.

Sally pulled up her panties and left the store quickly. She wanted to make it to the bank before his big head started doing the thinking.

She was feeling good about how things had gone and phase one of her plan was accomplished.

After cashing Symore's check at the bank, which took the better part of an hour and a half, because of the large amount and the fact the Sally had requested all cash she drove home to check on Harry.

She found Harry sitting up in bed and looking much better than earlier in the day. "How you feeling honey?" She asked him, and she did really care how he was. She set the bag of money on the dresser.

"Oh, better, I guess." He didn't sound better.

"You look a lot better. Been able to get up at all?" She stepped to the side of the bed and gave him a peck on his un-swollen cheek.

He offered her a weak smile and answered. "Yeah. Hell, I can even take a piss all by my self. Aren't I a big boy now?" Sally detected a lot of sarcasm and self pity in his voice.

"What's wrong Harry? I mean, besides having the shit kicked out of you, then being forced to watch your wife strip necked in front of a total stranger and jerk him off, who incidentally happened to be the same guy that cleaned your clock, and let's see.... Oh yeah... lest we forget, you owe forty thousand to the mob, we wouldn't want to forget that now do we. Well, Harry is that about it.... Is that why my little Pookie is all upset... hum?"

"God damn it Sally, I.....!" He started to yell.

"God damn it Sally nothing Harry!" She yelled back. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Do you think this has been a fucking hay ride for me? Deal with it Harry! It all happened! It fucking happened and there's nothing we can do about it now! So if you can take a piss by yourself you can get your sorry ass out of that bed and start acting like a man......" She was going to continue chastising him until she saw him bury his swollen face between his hands and his whole body start to shake with violent sobbing.

Sally sat down on the edge of the bed and cradled him in her arms. "Oh Harry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm so very sorry." She tried to soothe him.

In between sobs he said. "Oh Sally..... That's just it.... What kind of a man let's his wife get raped in front of him..... I'm not a man! I'm... I'm a.... a fucking..... fucking ...... God I don't know what I am!"

"Harry. Harry. Harry." She pulled him tighter to herself. "Your a kind wonderful man. Do you think the measure of a man is someone that can beat somebody else up, or can force a woman to have sex with him? That's not a man Harry. Every animal on God's good earth, from the smallest Nat to the largest elephant has the ability to get a hard on and ram it into the female of the species. No Harry that's not a real man.... Your a real man Harry, one that has the guts to deal with every day life. To pay taxes, to pledge love and care about someone besides yourself. Yes Harry your the real man and..... your the best lover a woman could ever want. When you take me to bed it feels special and wonderful. You understand a woman's needs, you take the time to press every sexual button on by body sending electrical sparks across all my erotic zones allowing me to feel like a woman, and allowing me to enjoy being a woman not just some hole for storing sperm. Every man has a cock Harry, any every man can fuck with it, but only the best of men understand the real sex organ is the mind and not that thing that hangs between their legs. I love you Harry and I need you to get strong because I want to keep you as a friend and as a lover." She pulled his hands away from his face then kissed him ever so gently on his swollen mouth.

"Oh God Sally, I love you so much. I don't want to loose you. I was so afraid you'd hate me, because.... because I couldn't do anything about what happened to you and I'm such a fuck up with the bar and everything else.... I just laid here thinking about how much of a looser I am and wondering why someone like you would even want to stay with me. I even stopped worrying about what would happen to me if I couldn't pay back the money, my only concern was how to make sure you didn't get hurt again."

"It's okay Harry. I got the money."

"What!"

"I said I've got the money. Symore gave me the loan."

"I can't believe it." He was genuinely shocked. "That's good. Isn't it?" The last was a question.

"Yes. That's good. We'll get out of this mess then make a fresh start of it. The money's over there in the bag." She pointed out the paper sack the bank had given her to carry the large amount of cash in.

"Wow! I still don't believe it. Your really something. You know that." She had made him feel a little better about himself and it had nothing at all to do with her getting the money, it was because she still loved him.

"I'm something all right." She joked. "I'm not quite sure what, but I'm something. Well I've still got a lot to do today yet, so you just relax and take it easy. I'll be back later this afternoon."

He was confused. "What is it you have to do? Shouldn't we go and pay off those blood suckers?"

"Well, I wanted to restock the bar and get it ready for a grand opening under new management, and as for paying the loan, I'm sure they'll come to us. We'll just wait." She had a plan but thought it best not to say anything to Harry.

"Wait a minute Sally. What do you mean new management"?

"I mean me silly. After all I'm a full partner. It's about time I started acting like one."

"Oh. Okay." He liked the idea of Sally taking an interest in the bar. "But about the loan.... I don't want anything..... anything else happening to you. I don't know what I'd do. I really don't want the bastard in this house again."

"It'll be all right. Don't worry about it. Nothing else is going to happen to me. I know what I'm doing." She sounded, and was confident.

Over the next three days Sally used some of the extra five thousand dollars she had gotten from Symore to restock the bar, pay the satellite bill and order additional television channel services so each of the five monitors could be tuned to a different sports event, then she put up signs announcing the clubs opening under new management. She also spent several hundreds of dollars purchasing an assortment of specialty items from a local sex shop and six hundred dollars on a 9MM unregistered automatic.

The day the bar was to re-open Harry's face had healed enough that he wouldn't scare away any customers so he decided to help Sally with the opening. He was a bit skeptical when he first saw Sally dress herself in jeans and a San Diego Chargers football jersey at least three sizes too small. "Christ honey." He commented. "Why not just go naked? Your nipples are about to punch holes through that jersey and even if I hadn't ever seen you undressed, I'd know what all your private parts looked like dressed in those jeans. They leave nothing to the imagination."

"Yeah I know. Great isn't it?" She commented. "If you want hot water, you don't turn on the cold tap."

The opening went extremely well and by the weekend Sally was forced to hire a young good looking girl, named Tonya to help waitress in order to manage the crowd the new 'Goal line sports bar' under new management was bringing in. The new girl using Sally as a roll model, dressed herself appropriately and both women were taking in fifty to a hundred dollars a day in tips alone. Naturally they suffered the occasional pinch or slap on the ass, and the constant peeking down their jersey tops by customers with the hope of catching a glimpse of a breast or two when they leaned over to serve beer or drinks. Both lady's hoped their exaggerated leaning wasn't too very obvious, they knew a sneak peek was generally much more exciting to a man.

By Thursday of the following week the bar was in full swing and showing very good profit. Harry would have been as happy as two lovers 'punting on the themes' if it were not for worrying over why nobody had shown up to collect the loan money. It was well past the extra time he had been given.... or rather, that Sally had bought for him and he was extremely nervous, but every time he talked to Sally about it she merely remarked. "Don't worry about it. I've got it covered." Christ! he wished he knew what she meant by that, but she had been handling everything else so well while he had wallowed in self pity he didn't feel it his place to demand an explanation. He knew she hadn't paid the loan off because the money was still hidden where Sally had put it, but curiously enough Sally had gotten the address of the loan office, (if you could call it a loan office) from him.

That morning he discussed with Sally the possibility of her opening the bar by herself so he could take some of the profit the bar had made and re-pay the money his brother had lent him. Sally thought it was a splendid idea, knowing it would boost Harry's ego paying back his brother, and it wouldn't be that busy in the morning that she and Tonya couldn't handle both tending bar and waitressing.

Sally opened the bar at ten that morning and Tonya came in an hour later to start her shift.

At eleven thirty the big man walked in.

When Sally saw the man that had raped and tormented her walk in she lost all the self confidence she'd previously displayed to her husband and convinced herself she had, it was replaced with cold sharp fear and hatred. He was not supposed to show up here. That was not how she had planned it.

She watched the big man take a seat at the far end of the bar then felt a momentary spear of panic when he used his index finger to call her over to him.

Bottling up and attempting to mask a fright much greater than any child had embraced of creatures hidden under their beds at night, she went to where he sat.

"Old Ace is fucking with me again little lady. I told you what I'd do to him if he ever fucked with me again."

"No.... No we have your money.... All of it not just the payment. The full forty thousand. We've just been waiting for you to pick it up."

"Okay. So where's it?" He asked.

"We'll have the money at home, you can pick it up tonight at the house."

"Old Ace ain't at the house I've just come from there. Where is good old Ace?"

"I know... You don't think we'd leave that much money just laying around do you? Harry's getting it now. You'll have it tonight."

He snickered a little. "You know you two sure are a trip. A fucking trip. Always fucking with me." Then in a much lower tone he said. "If I don't have that money in my hands tonight I'm going to fuck good old Ace up the ass, rip his heart out then fuck the hole in his chest!"

Sally did not reply.

The big man looked across the bar at Sally. "By the way, you sure do look hot. God Damn! If your nipples were any bigger or harder they'd stretch that material tighter than a bull's ass at fly time." He leaned over the bar looking down. "Shit! I can see your little pussy crack and lips in them jeans too."

"Tonight... Come by tonight." She was attempting to change the subject.

"You can bet that firm little ass of yours I'll come by tonight. But for now let's go in the back room so we can discuss the details."

Her heart started to pound. "There's nothing to discuss. Just come by and pick up the money. That's all there is."

He leaned across the bar putting his face an inch away from hers. "I said we need to discuss some details. I can always bust up the bar then drag your sweet ass in the back or we can go nicely. Up to you."

Using all her will power to control both fear and her bladder, afraid she might wet her pants, she ask Tonya to keep an eye on the place and headed toward the back where they stored the extra cases of beer and liquor, wondering if her plan was worth all this. The plans success depended on the big man picking up the money at their house, and she had to be there, not here at the bar. She found she had to concentrate to keep her knees from buckling as she walked.

Once they were in the back room he reached around her body and stuffed his hands under her jersey grasping her uncovered breasts. He kneaded and squeezed her soft mounds while pinching her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "God Damn! I almost forgot how nice your tits were. Here turn around and let me look at um again." He spun her around so she was facing him and raised her top exposing her breasts. "Oh yeah! You really got yourself a pair of peaches all right. Those melons look good enough to eat." He leaned down taking each nipple into his mouth drawing his tongue across the grained top surface.

"Wait... Wait until tonight. Tonight I'll give you anything you want. I need to get back to the bar right now. Okay? If you wait I'll let you do anything to me you want to. Anything." Her stomach was churning so badly she felt she might throw up at any second.

He pulled his mouth away from her breasts. "Remember when I said I almost forgot how nice your tits were... Well I sure never forgot how nice your pussy was. Your fucking cunt is as addicting as heroin. Get those jeans down I've got to pop you right now."

"Tonight. I'll give it all to you then. Everything. Wouldn't you rather I gave it to you than you just taking it. You'd enjoy it a lot more I promise. And.... I could enjoy it too." She developed a lump in her throat and found the next words hard to say. "Tonight I'd like to feel your big stiff cock up my tight virgin ass hole. Nobody's ever fucked me there before. If you wait you can have my virgin hole."

"Fuck that. You'll give me everything including your ass tonight anyway. Right now you've got my rod so fucking hard if I don't slide it up in that snatch of yours it'll explode." He fumbled at her jeans snap with his hands. "Help me get these fucking things off now!" He reached down squeezed between her legs until she yelped in pain and helped him open her pants.

Not waiting for her to slide them down he griped the top of her jeans yanking them downward carrying her panties along with then. Almost instantly she felt his hard cock pushing upward between her legs probing at her slit opening. The tight jeans bundled just below her knees made for a tight fit but soon she felt the head of his dick push past her vagina lips and enter her, instantly she was slammed forward flat against the wall as he violently drove his flesh sword up to its hilt into her female sheath. He pounded into her from behind compressing her breasts flat on the smooth surface of the drywall. He continued pumping his swollen cock into her so vigorously several times she was literally lifted completely off the ground supported by nothing more than his throbbing lust shaft as it impaled her.

"Ohhh... Fuckk.. Ohooo.. I'm not going to forget this pussy ever. Ohhhh... Goddd....Aaaaa..." He took one of her breasts in one of his hand, using the other hand to grip over her blonde pubic hairs surrounding and over her mound. Both his hands started squeezing harder and harder until his pressure was released in the form of an orgasmic explosion pumping hot jizzum out of his balls, through his cock, and into Sally's non-consentual Vagina. "AAA.... Fuckkk.... Meee.. I love pumping my load inside you, you fucking slut! Can you feel it whore.... Aaaaaa... Can you feel my hot juice's filling your twat!... Ooooo...Yeah!" Then it was over. He had finally come.

His cock slipped out of her hole and he placed the palm of his hand flat across her ass feeling her cheeks. "Have I ever told you your a good piece of ass? I must have. Man! Your a good piece." Two of his fingers slipped into her ass crack spreading her rear cheeks apart. She felt one of his fingers lightly circle around her rear hole, then a sharp pain as the finger pushed in up to the first joint. "So tonight your going to let me fuck this tight virgin hole huh. My dick is getting hard just thinking about it. Make sure you have some boy butter on hand or my fat cock will rip that little hole apart. Kinda like ripping you a new ass hole." He laughed alone at his poor taste joke.

He backed away and pulled up his pants. "Now you better listen little girl. I'll be over early this evening around ten and I expect the money to be there. No excuses. If it ain't there you ain't got no husband. You try and run I'll find you. Try and hide I'll find you. I will not be fucked with again. Comprenda." With that he turned and left.

Fortunately there was a bathroom in the rear where Sally could wash off the cum that was running down her legs. She wished for a douse so she could flush out all traces of the pig's sperm inside of her, but without one available she cleaned up as well as she could, then pulled up her jeans and walked out into the bar on shaky legs.

Tanya didn't ask her any questions and she didn't offer any explanations thankful for Tanya's discretion.

At around two in the afternoon Harry showed up looking much more relaxed. He waved to Tonya then joined Sally behind the bar and gave her a peck on the cheek. The bar was fairly full and Sally had told him it might not look right if he gave her a full on kiss in front of customers. Customers liked to believe she was available to perhaps get lucky with.

"Hi." He said cheerfully. "How'd it go today?"

"Okay." She answered. "Everything went okay."

He looked at her. "You all right? You seem a little down."

"I'm fine." She lied. "There's just some things I need to take care of. You and Tonya cover the bar, I'll see you at home tonight. Oh! Yeah! Your going to have to close early today I need you home by nine tonight."

"Huh! Why by nine? Sally... What's going on?"

"You just be there. Gotta run. Nine right?"

"Sally! Hey wait! Sally!" He called after her as she left without turning back.

Because of the big man having shown up at the bar and not at her home, Sally changed the sequence of her plan just a little.

Sally retrieved the bag containing the forty thousand dollars from its hiding place, changed her top then drove to the address Harry had given her for the loan office. The loan office was located in one of the better parts of downtown on the top floor of a twenty story bank building, of all things.

Sally took the express elevator to the top floor then stepped out into a large reception area.

She walked over to a semi-circular counter with a mousy looking bleach blond woman seated behind it. The mousy blond looked up and Sally said. "I'm here to see Anthony Francella."

"Do you have an appointment Miss....." The mouse asked in a snooty tone.

"Richards. And It's Mrs., Mrs. Harry Richards. And no I don't have an appointment, but I'm sure he'll see me. It's a matter of money."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Richards, but everything around here is a matter of money. Without an appointment There's nothing I can do." The mouse looked pleased with herself.

"Yes there is. You can get on that intercom and let him know I'm here. He can make the decision whether or not to see me."

"I'm sorry. That's impossible I....." The mouse started to say but was interrupted when Sally grabbed a handful of Bleached blond hair, yanked it sideways, then flung the mouse along with her roller chair across the room.

Sally reached over the counter top and pushed down on the intercom button. "Yes?" A speakered voice ask from the box.

"I'm Sally Richards. I'm out in your lobby and I have forty thousand dollars for you."

A door to her right opened and a dark hared man at least as large a the big man stepped out. He didn't say a word but took the bag from Sally, opened it and looked inside, then returned it to her. "Gotta make sure you ain't packun. Hold up your arms." He said nonchalantly.

Sally had seen enough movies to know she was going to be padded down so she lifted her arm even with her shoulders. The dark hared man ran his hands along her sides then slowed down a little when he rubbed her ass and breasts. "Sorry gotta check. Spread your legs." He told her not sounding sorry at all. Sally spread her legs and his hand slid back and forth over the jeans material. "Like I could hide anything in pants this tight." She said while he felt her crutch.

"Orders are orders." he answered. Then in a quieter tone added. "Some better than others."

"Go ahead." He said pointing to the open door.

Sally entered the office and the dark hared man remained outside but pulled the door closed after her. She saw a gray templed man between the age of fifty five to seventy five, she just couldn't tell, with heavy jowls and large bushy gray eye brows seated behind a large oak desk. He pointed to one of two chairs positioned across from his desk and sally sat in it.

"Sally Richards." The man said. "I just looked at my records and came up with a Harry Richards. Any relationship?"

"My husband Mister Francella." She answered.

"I see. So... How may I be of service?"

"Look...." Sally said. "This thing is really out of hand, I..."

"Please. Mrs. Richards." He interrupted. "Perhaps this is a matter best handled by Mister Richards."

"No sir. Not at all. Just hear me out. Please."

"Very well, but please be brief. As much as I enjoy the company of a beautiful woman, unavoidably, I have other commitments." "I will be brief sir. My husband took out a loan with... with your... a... company. And as I sure your aware, he had some trouble early on making the payments. Right?" She was very nervous and paused.

Francella seemed annoyed with her pause and said. "Mrs. Richards, I'm aware of all that. The fact of the matter is he hasn't made any good faith attempt to repay this obligation what so ever. Not one thin dime have I seen Mrs. Richards. Please tell me something I don't already know."

His words inspired her. She had assumed on only having suggestions in her arsenal to offer the big man's boss about the big man creaming funds off the top. Well, that and deliberately lying that she herself had given money to the big man which she felt had not been reported because of his constant demand for additional funds even after the months obligation had been met. Now after finding out Francella hadn't received the thirty seven hundred and twelve dollars, her hunch about the big man had been confirmed. That same hunch had told her, her telling would not be the first time the big man's boss had heard he was stealing from him. She prayed that fact was correct.

"That just it Mister Francella," She said with all earnest. "he has made payments. I believe that....that thug you sent over has been keeping the money for himself, and if I'm any kind of judge of character I'm sure we're not the only one's he's doing it to." She paused again but this time Francella didn't seem to mind and waited for her to continue.

"That's why I wanted to see you personally. If I gave the money to him I fear you would never see it. Here..." She stood up and set the bag of money on top of the desk then sat down again. "This is forty thousand dollars. .It's actually more than we really owe you because... that... that monster kept every thing else for himself.... but Harry and I just have to end this thing... and we decided it was best to bring you the entire forty thousand in case you didn't believe us about him taking the money. So there..." She pointed to the bag. "...you take it and please, and please leave us alone." She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

Francella didn't say anything for several long seconds then joining his finger tips together forming a "v" with his hands just under his lower lip he said. " Here. Here. Mrs. Richards. I don't think it should come as a surprise, but this isn't the first time I've been told about Mark." Sally assumed Mark was the name of the big man. "Tell me Mrs. Richards, how much money had you and Mister Richards given to Mark?"

"Twelve thousand two hundred and twelve dollars sir." She answered in her most honest straight forward voice.

"Strange sum." He commented as he emptied the bag out onto the desk then returned twenty thousand dollars back to the bag. He stood up and handed the bag to Sally. "For your troubles Mrs. Richards. Consider your husbands loan paid."

"Oh my. I.. I don't know what to say sir. Thank you." She said in her most grateful voice.

"Now if you will excuse me, that commitment I had mentioned." He held out his hand to help her out of the chair.

"Oh yes sir of course. But what about Mark... you know if he comes around?"

"I shouldn't worry about that Mrs. Richards. Mark will not be bothering anyone..." A short pause, then.... "again."

"But sir... If he should... lets just suppose he did attempt to extort us again....would you have any problems if I gave him back to you say a little. .. a little.... let's call it damaged?"

He looked at her very strangely. "I detect there must be more to you than just meets the eye Mrs. Richards, but to answer your question. It wouldn't bother me in the very least."

She offered him her most pleasant smile, then asked. "Assuming sir, he was to suffer some... of this damage, is there any appropriate place to return him to you? I certainly don't think you'd appreciate finding him here at your offices."

Now he offered her a smile. "I'm grateful for your consideration Mrs. Richards. I think pier twelve, dock nine at warehouse "D "would be acceptable."

Sally returned home and after taking several of the specialty items she had purchased from the sex shop out of the black plastic bag, she cleverly attached them to the rafters and walls inside the garage. Satisfied with the new garage decorations she inspected the 9mm automatic, making sure it was loaded and the safety was off then made herself a pot of strong black coffee and waited for Harry to come home and ten o'clock.

Phase two of her plan was a little out of order but was accomplished.

Harry arrived home just a little before nine. He had decided he would demand Sally tell him what the hell was going on. She had been acting so strangely lately it started to worry him. He knew with all the trouble they were in and the things the big man had forced her to do was explanation for a lot of it but still her not talking to him about why they should wait for the big man to show up rather than just paying off the loan, along with all the unexplained errands she always seemed to be running had become just to concerning. Yes, he would demand she let him be a part of what was going on.

He stepped through the doorway and immediately froze in his tracks. He knew he must have turned completely pale and thought his heart skipped several beats, standing directly in front of him was a nervous looking Sally with legs spread wide apart and clutched tightly within her grip she held a gun, its muzzle pointed directly at his mid-section.

"Oh shit! Harry!" She said when she recognized him. "Come in and close the door." She lowered the muzzle of the 9MM so it pointed toward the ground.

He couldn't move for several seconds then some of the initial panic wore off and he said. "Jesus Christ Sally! What the fuck!"

"Harry! Get in here! And close that damn door!" She waved the gun beckoning him inside.

He stepped into the room, pulling the door closed behind him. "God Damn it Sally! You better tell me what the fuck in going on here! I...."

"It's all right Harry, I'll..." She cut him off.

"It's all right my ass!" He cut her off this time. "You've been telling me it's all right for two God damn weeks now, and it isn't all right! Jesus Christ Sally! A gun! A fucking Gun! What the hell are you going to do with a gun?"

"Harry, just calm down and I'll explain."

"God damn right you will!" He was still upset at having a gun pointed at him. He now realized unless it happened to you, no one could really understood how freighting it was having a gun pointed at them, an immediate void where the stomach once was and the overpowering feeling of being completely and totally at someone else's mercy.

He calmed down a little then continued. "Look Sally if that gun's for the bastard that beat and almost raped you that's not the answer. God only knows if anybody deserved to die it would be that son-of-a-bitch, but he sure as hell isn't worth going to prison over. Let's talk this over and...."

Now Sally's anger flared up a little. "Shit Harry! You can be such a God damn twit at times! I'm not going to kill him! I'm just going to make sure he'll never do to anybody else what he did to us. He's a scum bag worm, the lowest form of life and unless someone teaches them a lesson, life forms like him just continue on, breeding and multiplying and polluting the earth around them, while praying on the weak and decent of the world."

She took a deep breath before continuing. "So you listen Harry and you listen good! I'm doing this thing with or without you, but by God I'm doing it!"

Harry had never seen her quite so adamant about anything and didn't know what to make of it. "Jesus Sally," He said in a mild tone. "This is just so unlike you. So unlike us. I mean gun's and dealing with people like him and well.. you seem so... I don't know... so malicious for lack of a better term."

"Malicious? Harry you haven't seen malicious yet! I didn't ask for any of this to happen, but I was thrown into the pool of filth people like him live in, and its been said that we are all a product of our environment, well Harry for tonight at least, what you see standing before you is the product of that man's environment, and I intend on living the part. You had better get it into your head that I am not going to be a good little girl to that bastard, and if you can't take the heat get the hell out of the kitchen, because I'll be your sweet little wife in the morning again, but as for tonight, if you decide to stay I don't want any bullshit out of you no matter what happens. If you even so much as question what I'm doing I'll leave you for good, that's how important this thing is to me Harry. Do you understand?"

Harry was at a loss for words, standing transfixed but when she continued burning holes in his eyes with hers he managed a nod.

"I need to make sure you absolutely understand me Harry." She said. "If you want, you can leave right now and tomorrow we'll return to being the same happy couple we've always been, or you stay and help me without any objections or reservation about what I do to that bastard, and just as if you left, tomorrow we'll go on with our lives as if nothing ever happened, but if you decide to stay and you get in my way at all, or try to stop me, or even... ..., now listen up here harry, even offer any objection, you and I are done forever. I'll never come back to you Harry! Never! That's the deal, no negotiations. Do you understand it Harry? I mean really understand it?"

Harry knew what his decision would be even before she finished talking. All of a sudden he didn't care what she had in mind for the big man, deep inside he felt pangs of guilt for not feeling as strongly about him as she did. After all it was him that had brought all this on them. Yes, he would help her, and perhaps he would even derive some inner self satisfaction. He wasn't normally a violent man but in this case he knew the big man deserved to die. Fuck it he told himself. if she asks me to kill the bastard I'll do it, and screw everything else. "I'll stay," He finally said. "and I understand completely and no matter what happens I love you. So tonight we dance with the devil himself if necessary."

"Okay partner, let's rock and roll on the dark side." She said, not even sounding the least bit hesitant.

Mark the big man arrived at the Richards house at around nine forty five. He checked the front door and finding it unlocked arrogantly let himself in without knocking. He had seen hundreds of couples such as the Richards, they were all the same, spineless, useless little people that rarely fought back. He knew there was a fine line on how far you could push the little people, having crossed that line in the past, but if that occurred he'd just crush them like you'd squash an ant that happened to stray onto your path. Yeah, even if they did fight back they didn't put up much of a fight. They were way out of their league when they fucked with him. Yes sir, the whole bunch of them were little useless chicken shits, but they sure could be fun.

He remembered Sally Robertson and how he had felt the two times he was fucking her, his cock buried deep inside her tight cunt and the feel of her soft inner flesh as it enfolded around his hot meat. But, it wasn't the fact that he was fucking her that turned him so much, no it never was, it was the power and the control and the humiliation he had over her, and all the others that really got him going. The more frightened they were, the hotter he got, and he knew, as a rule, nothing frightened a woman more than being taken against her will.

He was looking forward to tonight, and felt himself developing a woody just thinking about driving his hard dick up Sally Richards ass, but he also knew he would have to dispose of her husband in some way, either by kicking the shit out of him or tying him up at least. Fucking a man's wife in the ass was one of those fine lines that could really piss off one of these little useless shits. He didn't think old Harry the Ace would put up much of a fight, after all look at what good old Ace had put up with the first time. Even if he hadn't been awake when his wife was being raped he must have seen her being forced to take a stiff dick into her mouth, and that too, is usually another one of them fine lines. Naw, old Ace was a pussy. Shit even if the beating he had taken had kept him out of action that night, you'd think old Ace would at least come-a-looking when he got better. Yep, Ace was a pussy all right, but for tonight he'd put him out of commission anyway, he didn't want the little shit interfering with what he had in mind for Mrs. Ace. Yes sir, tonight he would take his time with her making sure he left a load of hot cum in every hole she had and even inflect a little pain too. By the time he was finished with her tonight she'd be so frightened of him if he just said the word "fuck" she'd rip off her panties and open her thighs for him without thinking about it.

In some ways he almost hoped they didn't have the money. It would be kind of fun forcing old ace down on his hands and knees and fucking him in the ass while Mrs. Ace looked on knowing she was next. Yeah! That would be great! He walked into the living room and found it unoccupied. "Hey Ace!" He yelled. "Get your ass in here! You've got company!"

Sally Richards stepped out of the kitchen holding the 9MM automatic in her right hand. The muzzle of the gun didn't waver an inch and remained steadily pointing in the middle of the big mans chest. "This is a 9mm automatic. It has a clip that holds thirty six rounds of ammunition. If I see as much as one hair on your head move, I'll unload the entire clip into your worthless hide." Her voice was calm, steady and confident.

Harry followed her out of the kitchen and took a position by her side.

The big man was momentarily shocked, but only momentarily. This shit had been tried before, and he always came out on top. He'd cross one of the fine lines and one of the little worms would grow some balls, but the balls would always fall off. Shit not a one of them had ever shown enough spine to actually shoot to kill, and in most cases they froze even before they could pull the trigger. "You stupid cunt! Do you really... Awwwwaaa."

He never got the opportunity to finish the sentence because searing pain radiated from his right foot and he fell sideways onto the floor clutching the painful foot between his hands.

The moment he had started to speak Sally pointed the muzzle of the gun downward and squeezed the trigger of the automatic. There was an almost ear shattering noise in the confined room when the 9mm shell exploded sending high velocity lead into the top of the big mans right foot, then out through his instep and finally burying itself in the hard wood flooring under his shoe. Sally had actually been aiming between his feet and not trying to hit him, but so be it.

"Harry! Get over there and get his gun! HURRY!" Sally yelled to her husband.

Harry didn't move and sally pushed his left shoulder. "Damn it! Hurry!"

Even as Harry was moving toward him the big man started to roll onto his back and one blood covered hand started moving toward the gun he carried in a shoulder holster under his jacket.

Harry moved faster closing the distance between him and the big man very quickly. He lashed out with his right foot delivering a wicked blow to the big man's rib cage. The kick knocked all the wind out of the big man's lungs momentary stunning him. Harry lashed out again with his foot this time catching the big man on the right temple and slamming his head sideways. Harry lashed out a third time with his foot aiming once again for the big man's temple, but his foot missed the mark and drove savagely into the soft fleshy area of the big man's neck.

"Shit! Don't kill him Harry! Just get the gun. Better get his knife too." Sally said stepping forward and picking up the black plastic bag with the remainder of the specialty sex items in it.

Harry took the big man's gun and knife with out any struggle. The three hard kicks Harry had delivered along with bullet wound shock, had rendered the big just on the verge of unconscious.

"Good!" Sally told Harry after he had retrieved the weapons. "Put them in here." She held the black plastic out to him. "Now," She said after the big man's weapons were safely deposited in the bag. "take his jacket, shirt, and shoes off."

Harry looked over at his wife questionably. "Remember, no questions." She reminded him.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and went about the task of removing the big man's clothing. It was exceedingly difficult removing the big mans shirt and jacket because of the mans size and inability to help, but when he removed the right shoe the big man even with the stupor he was in began screaming and rolling around with pain making the job only that much more difficult. After he had both shoes off, Harry held both of his palms up indicating he wished to know from Sally what she wanted him to do about the mans socks.

"Yeah. Take them off as well." She answered his outstretched palms.

Sally had Harry pour some rubbing alcohol over the big mans injured foot, this causing another fit of screaming and twisting, then she instructed him to apply a heavy pack of gauss to both sides of the wound and tape the whole thing up.

Sally rummaged inside the black plastic bag and withdrew four three inch wide leather straps. Each strap, two slightly larger, had heavy metal rings affixed near their centers and heavy metal clasps attached at each end. She handed them to Harry and said. "Put these around his wrists and ankles. The bigger one's are for the ankles."

Harry did as she requested not even remotely understanding the purpose of what looked to him like four small dog collars.

Sally rummaged in the bag once again and took out a small brown glass bottle and folded piece of cloth. She unscrewed the lid from the bottle then poured a little of its contents onto the cloth. Using the damp cloth, she covered the big mans mouth and nose with it for several seconds until even the small amount of struggling he had been doing ceased all together. "Formaldehyde." She explained. "I don't want to take any chances, he's a big son-of-a-bitch and I want him good and secure when he wakes up."

She went back to the black plastic bag and pulled out yet another leather strap. This one was quite different from the previous four in that it was much thinner and had a large rubber ball in its center. Sally stuffed the ball into the big mans mouth then lifting his head she fastened both ends of the straps together creating a most perfect gag.

"Jesus Christ!" Harry said after she had finished with the gag." Where in the world did you ever learn about leather hardware like this stuff?"

"These are all the toys big boys and girls play with on the dark side. Remember tonight that's your and my playground." She reminded him.

"Humm." He commented shaking his head wondering what in the hell else she could possibly have in that black plastic bag.

"Come on," Sally said. "help me drag him into the garage. I don't have any idea how long he'll be out."

Together they pulled the big mans unconscious body through the kitchen and into the garage. Harry was surprised to find several chains with snap hooks on their ends attached to the ceiling rafters and far walls of the garage. He didn't say anything and only watched while sally attached a ceiling chain to each of the leather straps on the big mans wrists then a wall chain to each of his ankles. She pulled the chains taunt leaving him in a uncomfortable sitting position, held up by his outstretched arms.

"Now what?" Harry asked when his wife had finished chaining him.

"Now we wait. I want him good and alert." She answered coolly.

Sally went upstairs and undressed. She put on a knee length skirt, absent of both slip and underwear and a loose fitting tank top tee shirt, which she had cut so it just barely managed to cover her breasts.

When she got back downstairs, she joined Harry in the living room, who had fixed himself a stiff scotch and was obviously attempting to make short work of it. "I think I'll join you." She said walking to the bar and pouring herself four of five fingers of the clear light brown liquid.

Harry noticed the odd way she was dressed but did not comment. He was finding it difficult to honestly believe they had done what they had just done, but strangely enough he liked it.

About an hour and three scotch doubles later they heard chains being rattled and scraped and banged around and knew the big man had finally come to life.

"Sounds like two skeletons fucking on a tin roof." Sally commented at the noise coming from the garage. "I guess our partner is ready to dance." They found the big man had gotten to his feet, obviously favoring his right foot, yanking and pulling at the chains in an attempt to free himself. Having noticed Sally and Harry enter the garage he ceased struggling with his bonds and stood glaring at them with venomous contempt in his eyes.

Sally pulled both of the wrist chains taunt leaving him spread eagle upright with arms high over his head and constantly switching between the toe and heal of his injured foot to help relieve the pain standing on it caused.

Sally pushed a heavy wooden crate behind the big man. The crate had been used to ship ceramic tiles and was six feet long by four feet wide and about one foot in height. Using the crate as a step stool she loosened the connections on the gag straps and allowed the gag to dangle around his neck. "You fucking bitch! When I get out of here you'll wish you were dead! I'm going to make you sorry you were ever born! You don't even know who your fucking with!" He yelled as soon as his mouth was free of the ball.

Sally stepped off the crate and walked around to faced him. Reaching into the black plastic bag she withdrew a two foot long horse crop. Raising the crop over her head she brought it down in a viscous arc across his chest. "Awoo.." He yelled feeling the sting of the crop.

"If you yell any more I'll be forced to gag you again." She hit him with the crop a second time only harder. "Owww...Goodddd." He yelled.

"Listen.." He said. "Lets.....Owwwww.." She struck him again.

"No talking!" She told him, then reaching into the plastic bag she brought out his stiletto knife. She pushed the button on the knifes handle and watched the thin surgical blade extract. After removing his belt she used the knife to cut away his pants and underwear. During the cloth surgery he fidgeted and constantly asked her what she was doing. She remained silent then took a step back to admire her work of getting him completely necked.

"You are the most despicable piece of crap there is." She said.

"Fuck you bitch!" He answered.

"Do you remember theses." She asked pulling her tee shirt over her head exposing her bare breasts to him. "Would you like to feel them.. hum?"

She looked between his legs but didn't see any indication of an erection. "Oh! It seems my titties don't turn you on anymore. Maybe this will get you hard." She lifted the hem of her skirt and bundled it around her waist. "You told me you'd never forget this pussy. You said it was as addicting as cocaine. Well.... Look at it. Look at my hot tight cunt. Doesn't it get you hot?"

He turned his head to the side. "Fuck you!"

Sally used the horse crop on his chest several times raising nasty red welts wherever it landed. "I said look at my pussy! Now Look!" Sally felt a tingling between her legs and she was starting to get wet. Torturing this bastard was really turning her on.

He looked down between her legs with obvious pain in his eyes.

"Hummm.... Even looking at my pussy isn't getting you hard. What ever am I to do? Oh. I know... let me give it a little help." She took his soft member into her hand and started stroking back a forth on it. After a few minutes she felt her fingers slowly spreading apart as blood pumped into his organ stiffening it. "Oh yes. Here it comes. Oh. Look how hard it's getting." She continued stroking back and forth until he was in full erection, then she took a step away from him.

"Oh my. Look at how big and hard it is. Oooo.... Whatever are we going to do with it. Should we put it inside my tight little hole? Or maybe you'd like me to suck it! Would you like to fuck me in the mouth? No! I believe it's been bad." Using the horse crop she swung downward very quickly three times across his erect cock bursting blood vessels in the appendage with each "SWAT" of rawhide covered plastic against flesh. She could feel her pussy nectar running down her thighs now, as sexual desire pounded along her clitoris and loins. She was having a difficult time concentrating on anything but the feel of a hard cock filling her.

The big man pulled and yanked at his bonds crying out in excruciating pain then dropped his chin onto his chest in exhaustion.

"Well my goodness! Just listen to the racket your making. Whatever will the neighbors be thinking? I'm afraid your just going to have to wear your little mouth piece, since you can't behave." She climbed back onto the crate and in spite of his struggling she re-gagged him.

"Look at what you've done to me. God you gotten me so hot!" She ran her hand between her legs saturating it with her juice's then standing on tip toes she smeared it all over the big mans face.

"Hmmm.... "She said looking up at him. "What's that you say? You don't know what that is. Oh I see you only fuck women by force. Now I understand Well, you see when a woman is a willing partner she gets excited and lubricates herself and... Oh never mind I'm sure you don't have any use for that information. You couldn't get an erection with a willing partner anyway."

Sally reached into the black plastic bag and took out a jar of K-jelly. "Remember," She said to the big man. "you told me I should have some boy butter on hand. I didn't forget. See." She held up the jar for his inspection. "And," She continued. "I brought a big... a big... Oh what do you call this thing?"

She reached into the bag and withdrew a foot long extra large in diameter slick black dildo and held it up.

When he saw the dildo he began struggling again his eyes becoming large as saucers.

Sally watched him twist and turn and said. "You shouldn't get that upset at not knowing with this is called. We'll get it. Hmmm.... I seem to remember it sounds like some a wild dog in Australia or something... Bingo.. Ringo... No... Hmmm... Dingo. Yes! That's it. It's a DILDO!"

She hummed to herself as she open the jar of K-jelly and applied it to the surface of the dildo, but the feel of the smooth surface on her hand running along its length got her as horny as ever she had been. If the drive to destroy the animal that was chained before her had been any weaker she would have demanded Harry fuck her right then and there over and over again until the heat she felt and the relief she so badly needed was appeased. Then she also remembered she needed Harry's cock for another more important purpose and held her own need's in check.

Standing on the crate once again she probed at the big mans anal opening with the lubricated dildo. He moved his body in every direction unconcerned with his painful foot, so frightened was he of that large hard object being forced into his body.

Sally was relentless and persisted time and time again moving with him. Once again the adage "If at first you don't succeed try, try again." proved itself once more. After numerous try's Sally felt the head of the dildo push into his anal hole. He jerked forward and muffled cries of pain spewed from the corners of the ball in his mouth. After several minuets he relaxed a little and Sally took that opportunity to ram the hard long rod home. The pain was so sever after several gasps he passed out. Sally noticed blood running out of his ass and flowing down his cheeks.

"Okay Harry. This is your dance." She said turning to her husband. She reached into the black plastic bag and took out a wrapped condom and tossed it to him.

"When he comes to, fuck him in the ass."

"Your out of your mind! No fucking way! I can't do that!" He had stood by silently watching someone he didn't even recognize as his wife inflict pain and torture and humiliation as easily as if she were cleaning house. He had become mesmerize and perhaps even a little afraid of her watching the spectacle. But now she wanted him to sodomies a man. It would be impossible for him even if the idea wasn't so utterly repugnant. After watching everything that occurred, getting a hard on was completely out of the question.

"This is the dark side Harry. You can and will or leave now!" She was un-wavered in her persistence.

"No!" He said. "Come on! Shit!"

"Do you want to leave? Remember our pact. Well....." She waited.

"No I don't want to leave. But... Well.. Shit I couldn't even get it hard."

"Maybe not. But I'll help. We'll get it hard together. Come up here on the crate with me." She stepped onto the crate.

Reluctantly he joined her on the crate. If he had not consumed so much alcohol earlier in the evening he probably would not have found the courage to to even consider what she asked. She undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles, then she took his soft prick in her hand and rubbed along it. "Don't look at, or even think about him. Think about fucking me. Think about your cock plunging in and out of my hot, wet pussy. Ohoooo..... Yeah! Fuck me honey. Oh! Fuck the shit out of me. You feel so good inside of me. Your so big and hard. Oh give it to me. Give it all to me. Fill me with your cream baby!"

She heard the big man stirring and knew he was about to wake up.

She took her husbands balls into her hand, gently massaging them, then bending over she took his now semi-hard cock into her mouth sucking the entire thing in. As it stiffened in her mouth she dropped down to he knees and tilted her head backward allowing the head of her husbands dick to slip past her gag point and down into her throat. Harry felt his cock slip down into the tight hole of Sally's neck and thought of nothing else, she had never allowed him access to that part of her body before. His eyes closed in fevered heat.

Sally took the condom from Harry's hand and ripped open its covering while bobbing her head forward and back taking Harry's dick deep into her throat on each up stroke.

The big man had woken up and was attempting to see what was going on behind him when sally took Harry's cock out of her mouth and quickly slipped on the condom.

She continued jacking Harry off with her hand and yanked the dildo out of the big mans ass at the same time. "Oh! Harry! Fuck me baby. Fuck my wet pussy raw. Then I'll deep throat you and let you come down my throat so I don't miss swallowing any of your hot juices." Then she guided Harry's cock into the big mans ass and Yelled." That's it Harry! Fuck me hard. Oooo.... I love your big cock! Pound me Harry! Pound in my pussy! Your so big and hard! Ohooo.... " And harry pumped driving his stiff rod into the big mans ass hole.

The big man felt himself getting butt fucked and screamed time and time again into the rubber ball unable to vocalize any of the torment he felt.

When Harry finished Sally reached into the black plastic bag for one last time. Out of the bag came a small leather pouch with two pockets about the size of a man's scrotum. The pouch had attached to it two small chains, about three feet in length with a sharp needle on one end. There was a thin leather tie string on the pouch so it could be tied at the top.

The big man could only watch while Sally slipped his balls into the leather pouch. Then using the tie strings she attached it to his scrotum. Taking the small chains she drove their sharp needles under each of his nipples piercing them thereby connecting his tits to his balls via the thin chains. He screamed in agony and pain into the rubber ball as the needles punctured his skin causing blood to flow down his chest.

Sally walked over to the workbench and took down Harry's propane torch. Using the torches self igniting feature a steady blue yellow flame soon streamed consistently from its tip.

Giving the big man some time to recuperate from having had his nipples pierced, Sally once again picked up the stiletto. Looking directly into his face she said. "In as much as you have those two little chains to hold up your balls you won't be needing that little piece of skin on your crotch to hold up your scrotum. I think I'll just cut it in two. Seeing as how it's extra."

The big man screamed internally so hard the blood vessels on his neck stood out as if they had a life of their own. She allowed him enough time to fully understand he was about to be castrated.

Sally leaned over and took the little leather pouch into her hand, then slowly drew the thin blade of the stiletto across the small piece of skin that attached a mans scrotum to his body.

The big mans balls came free hanging suspended in the little pouch supported by the thin chains pierced under the mans nipples. Blood spurted in every direction. Sally quickly picked up the torch and cauterize the area between the big mans ball-less crotch, scorching a lot of flesh between his legs in the process.

Harry threw up, emptying his stomach's contents of everything he had eaten that day, along with all the Scotch he had consumed earlier. The big man passed out and Sally knew he would be out for a long time.

The End