"Not tonight, Stan – please, I have a headache." Alice Thurmond pushed her husband's hand from her naked thigh and then stroked her forehead as though to soothe an awful pain.
"Not tonight, not last night, not the night before that. For Christsake, Alice – my cock is so hard I can't stand it! What the shit is wrong with you?"
"I told you, I have a headache!"
"You always have a headache!"
"No, I don't!" she said sharply.
"You're right… last night you were too tired. The night before, you'd just had your hair done, and you didn't want me to mess it up."
"Stan!" she said impatiently, "you know I can't go to work in the morning tired and looking like a sleazy whore."
"That's it!" His eyes gleamed in their darkened bedroom. "That's when it all started – when you got that stupid job!"
"Being the assistant buyer for this town's biggest store is not a stupid job. You know – I earn more than you do now…"
"You don't have to remind me!" That had been a sore point ever since Alice got her last raise.
"And you know how much we need the money I bring home," she added, like twisting a knife in an open wound.
"What money you bring home? You spend most of it having your damn hair done, eating out and buying new clothes. We had to get another car, buy gas and pay for parking. Shit, I'll bet we end up in the hole."
She gave him a look of total disgust and turned her back on him, angrily fluffing her pillow. "I've got to get some sleep. I have an important meeting firt thing in the morning."
"You have an even more important meeting right now!" Stan grabbed her shoulder and pulled her toward him, flattening her on her back.
"Stan! What are you doing?" He had never acted so forcefully before.
"I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago. I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not!"
"Staaaaannnnn!" His name became a prolonged screech of disbelief.
Stan grabbed the scooped neck of Alice's filmy nightgown and ripped it open clear to her crotch. Then he snapped on the lamp above the bed and gazed hungrily at her heaving tits.
Alice had a beautiful figure. That made her frequent excuses to avoid fucking all the more painful. Her breasts were full and soft, crowned with dark nipples that bulged invitingly, especially now when tensed with fear.
"You've gone crazy!" she gasped when she saw the wicked gleam of lust in his flashing eyes. "You're jealous because I have such an important job…"
"Alice…" Stan said with a grin of mocking sweetness, "…shut up!"
He tore a large wad of lacy film from the neck of her gown and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Mmmuuunngh!" she groaned, raging with frustration when he caught her wrists and swept her hands away from her face.
Fear and fury gave her startling strength. Stan didn't think he could hold her for long with just his two hands. He threw a leg across her chest and dropped on her with such force that a gush of breath almost popped the gag from her mouth. He pinned her flailing arms beneath his knees and calmly began tearing her nightgown into long strips.
"Bbbrrraaahhh!" She forced the gag out with her tongue. "Stan, you can't do this to me! It isn't right – it isn't fair!"
"Neither is turning your Goddamn back every time I want to fuck!"
As he spoke, he twisted two long strips of filmy material until they were as taut and strong as braided rope. Then he knotted one tightly around each of his wife's flapping wrists.
Alice gazed in horror, stunned by the violence of his angry desire.
"You-you were always so kind and understanding!" she gasped, watching with widened eyes as he pulled the knots tight.
"What that got me was a lot of shit and an aching cock!" He grabbed her right arm and tied it to the heavy wooden bed post.
"Stan! You can't DO this to me! I'm your wife!"
"I thought sure you'd forgotten," he said with a chilling grin.
Then he leaned down, stretched out her left arm and knotted it to the far side of the bed.
"Stan!" Alice never could stand restraint. She wouldn't even ride in a crowded elevator.
Satisfied that both of Alice's arms were securely tied, Stan slid off of her and stood beside the bed, his gaze drifting toward the wide, thick spread of gleaming black pussy hair between her two long and elegantly tapered legs. While he stared, amiously wetting his lips, he twisted two more long strips of cloth into tight ropes.
"No!" She kicked both her feet so hard and fast that he had trouble grabbing one. "Uuuugh!" she grunted angrily, lashing out with her free leg.
Stan's leering grin tightened like the knot of twisted cloth around her ankle. He dragged her right leg down, bending it at the knee over the end of the bed. Alice kicked for his head when he bent down to bind her ankle to the bed leg.
"Oooooh, God!" she moaned.
She couldn't twist enough to deliver a good kick, and suddenly she felt another sharp tug and could not move at all.
"I'll have your ass for this!" she warned. "I'll divorce you, take every damn cent you ever made and have them slap your ass into jail where it belongs…"
Stan's icy stare cut her off. "Alice…" he said again sweetly. "SHUT UP!"
He bent down and stuffed the gag back in her mouth, bunching it hard this time. She fought him, clenching her teeth and twisting her head, but it was no use. He was too strong – insanely strong, she thought with a shudder.
With the gagging wad wedged firmly in place, Stan took another long strip and tied it around her head. No way now could she spit it out. Her eyes looked like two glazed pools, wide, lifeless and still.
Stan circled back to the foot of the bed and stood gazing at her, a crooked smile on his lips. Satisfaction. Satisfaction at last! Sweet revenge for how many months of headaches and other flimsy excuses?
His gaze followed the sharp V of her wide-spread legs to the pink lips of her cunt. Those were spread too, and pulsing. Maybe in anger, maybe in fear – it didn't really matter. Before that joyous moment, Stan thought her fucking cunt had died and shriveled like a prune.
He smiled hungrily and traced a slow circle around his lips with his outstretched tongue, remembering how rich and musky his wife's pussy used to taste… a long time ago. A long, long time ago.
He wanted to dive on her once again, bury his face in that thickly furred pussy of hers and lash at it with his tongue. But she'd made him wait so long now, a little longer wouldn't hurt. In fact, he thought with a wicked twinkle in his eyes – waiting is going to make it even better!
Alice lay rigid with fear. A look of contempt blazed in her eyes. That sonuvabitch! His fragile male ego can't stand my success.
It never occurred to her that it was her neglect that hurt him so. When she had gotten her job and then a promotion, her husband had become less important in her life, and she had never even noticed the change.
Stan wished he had a bullwhip – ten feet of gleaming black braided leather with a forked popping tip like a serpent's tongue. Like his wife's sharp tongue!
"How many people did you have to tell when you started making more money than me?" Stan asked. He scratched his head, like he was trying to remember. "There was that party at Frank and Jana's across the street. You could hardly wait to get it out – tell everybody and make me look small!"
Alice cowered, trembling with fear. She wanted to say she was sorry, but she really wasn't. She was very proud when she got that promotion, prouder still of the raise that made her take-home pay more than his.
Stan could read the look in her eyes. "Too bad you forgot to tell them the difference is a fucking three bucks a week, that you spend double that just to park the Goddamned car downtown. Or that twenty a week comes out of my check for the credit union so we can take a nice vacation every year. I get nicked for all the medical and dental insurance too. Your fucking fancy job doesn't even offer that!"
Alice began to see she'd not been completely fair, but it was too late. With a gag in her mouth, there was nothing she could say. She tried desperately to plead for forgiveness with her eyes, but it was too late for that, too. Stan wasn't even looking, he was bending down along the wall at the foot of the bed.
"I've been wishing I had a fucking whip," he said, "but this will have to do." He pulled loose the heavy black rubber extension cord that brought power to their portable color TV. Stan had won that in a contest at the plant, being foreman on the shift with the best safety record for the entire year.
"You probably never even thought of that," he said with a sneer. "The color TV you watch every night – where the hell do you think it came from?" Stan swung the thick cord, snapping it like a whip. "I know… you get a fucking fifteen percent discount at the store. And what did you do with that? You bought a Goddamn leather coat that cost two months' pay."
Alice shivered when she thought of that beautiful suede leather coat with its wide, rich cob of gleaming silver fox. The first time she'd worn it was to that party last winter when she talked so much about her job and the wonderful raise she'd just received.
Stan swung his arm in a vicious arc. The black cord hissed and slashed through the air, running right up the middle of her chest. The plug at the end hit just below her chin and left a red knot the size of a half dollar.
"Muuugh!" Alice screamed, the sound of her terror muffled by the thick wad of cloth tied securely in her mouth. Her eyes blazed like torches – fiery torches ignited by searing pain.
"That's for the party. This is for doing the same damn thing at the company picnic, making me feel like an ass in front of guys I have to work with every day!"
The heavy cord began another swirling arc. It fell slightly to her left this time, rolling up and over the soft mound of her tit, leaving a raised red welt where it touched.
"And this is for all the damn times I don't know about!" Stan swung his arm to the right this time, striping his wife's writhing body with the third red welt.
He hauled the black wire back and doubled it, grinning as it slid across her trembling body, twisting in long S curves like a venomous snake. When he lashed out again, the doubled cord hit on the white domed surface of her belly and made an upside down teardrop-shaped welt. The two stinging red lines of the burn pointed directly toward her cunt.
Alice pitched wildly, first to one side, then to the other, fighting against silky strands of cloth that had seemed so soft only moments before, when draped on her lush figure. Now, twisted hard and knotted tight, the fabric of her sheer nightgown chafed her thrashing wrists and ankles.
"That's to wake up your cold and lifeless cunt," Stan said, rolling back his arm to launch another hissing loop of black cord.
The burning lash struck closer to her cunt this time and left a rounded welt just above her abundant spread of sleek dark pussy hair.
Her writhing body gleamed with sweat. It gave her cunt hair a sheen like oil floating on the restless water of a lake. Alice felt choking fear. When each bolt of pain swelled, a scream formed, but could not escape beyond the gag. It remained trapped inside until her lungs burned. Then with her mouth stuffed full, she could not breathe in air enough to cool the heat of her torment.
"Now for that Goddamn hair of yours!" Stan dropped the cord and disappeared into the bathroom. "You know how I hate the way it is now?"
He began running water into a plastic bucket from the bathtub spigot.
Alice's hair swept up the back of her long neck and was set in a billow of swirling curls. Like a crown, her kinky hairdresser had said.
"It looks like an exploding volcano to me! And it's sprayed with so much shit, it feels like a helmet and stinks like my old chemistry set. I'm going to LOVE messing it up!"
Stan walked back to the foot of the bed carrying the sloshing bucket full of water high in front of his chest. Alice's eyes widened in stunned anticipation. She held her breath and then squinted until she could not see.
Worn soft and loose, her shining black hair reached the middle of her back. And that's how Stan liked it. He pitched the bucket toward her face and jerked it back, leaving a long, arched column of after suspended briefly in midair.
Alice chanced to look just before it splashed down on her face. She gasped in a swelling rage, and when the flood hit, it felt like she was drowning. She sucked in water through her nose and sputtered violently.
He stripped off the pajamas that she'd insisted he wear lately. Stan preferred to sleep and fuck completely nude.
"And damn it, that's the way it's going to be," he said. "For you too!"
His cock seemed to lunge at her. Long, thick and hard, his prick was poised, swaying like a snake prepared to strike. Alice felt a nervous shiver when she saw his huge cock. It was enormous! And so beautifully repulsive with its web of pulsing blue veins.
As soon as his pajamas hit the floor, Stan stepped out of the heap and bent toward her to tear away the remains of her nightgown, leaving her wet and shivering and completely naked under his leering gaze.
He dropped on his knees between her bound legs at the foot of the bed. Alice felt a strange, gnawing sensation. Never in the ten years of their marriage had Stan acted anything like this. And never in those ten years had he excited her so wildly. She felt both drawn to him and compelled to squirm away. Every nerve and fiber in her body twitched from the awful strain of intense desire mixed with loathing.
Stan dug into her pussy with his lips churning. No teasing, no tenderness. He simply pounced and began to spear her cunt with his tongue while the hard tip of his nose ground and twisted on her clit.
"Hhhuuummmph!" she gasped, muffled by the gag. Alice felt tingling shock spiral into her from the base of her cunt. Her face clenched itself in a knot.
His tongue worked deep into her juicy pussy slit. Soft cunt walls ringed with writhing bands of muscle closed on him, moving with a wave-like motion, puffing in and pushing out – both at once.
"Mmmuuuuphhh!" Alice cried in strangled delight.
Bright beads of water flew in all directions from the frantic tossing of her head. Wet curls broke from her elaborate crown and scattered themselves around her face.
Stan slid his hands up her sides, into the curve of her narrow waist, over the ridge of her rib cage and onto her creamy soft tits. His fingers, spread like claws, marched up the heaving slopes of her tits and gathered tightly on her nipples. Then they spread and slid back down to feel her up all over again.
The next time, he reached up to the sides of her craning neck, across her cheeks and into her tangled wet hair. He tugged and demolished the hairdresser's work, chuckling to himself as long strands of her black hair spilled, free.
Alice could feel his lips nibble at her belly, a softly sloped little hill of flesh still red and smarting from the sting of the electric cord.
"Hhhhaaa!" she moaned. She could also feel the heat of his cockhead edging nearer to her wet cunt.
"I'm going to take the gag out now," he told her. "Just because I want to hear you scream!"
"Bastard!" she hissed, still trying to work the stiffness out of her jaw.
He only grinned and covered her squirming lips with his. Her hot breath bulged his cheeks. His tongue shot out and clashed with hers. It tasted like cunt, and it made her groan and roll her head, trying uselessly to get away.
Stan reached down and strummed her juicy clit with the knob of his cock. He could feel his heartbeat in his aching prickhead, sense the boiling pressure in his nuts as their heavy load of stored jism raged to burst free.
"Beast!" she whined. "You're a savage, fucking beast!"
"Yeah!" Triumph flashed in his narrowed eyes. "You're vile! Lewd! Disgusting! Revolting and obsceeeeene!" The last word tightened into a shrill scream.
His knobby cock had pierced the tightly drawn lips of her cunt, slowing forcing them apart, spreading and straining her pussyftesh as he forced his cockhead in.
"Oh, God! I can't believe it! I'm being raped!" He laughed at her. "Your mouth bitches while your cunt begs for more!"
That was true. She could sense the wet friction in her sucking pussy. Bands of her clinging cunt muscle were spread, almost ripped apart, by the huge swelling of his cockhead, but they convulsed the instant the head of his prick passed through. Then they contracted and clutched his cock in an oily embrace.
"You dirty fucking bastard! Aaaaggghhh. Damn you… wife raper! You're shit, that's what you are. You're pure, stinking SHIT."
"Keep talking and I'll fuck your ass when I get through fucking your cunt!"
"Uuunnngh!" She shivered in disgust.
"Aaaaggghhhh!"
He rammed his cock a the way into her cunt. Hot and deep. Alice could feel him twisting his prick around at the root, mauling her puffed cunt mouth.
"Oooooh, your cock… it's hurting me. Stop. Don't twist your prick. Don't shove it so far IN!"
Stan lunged forward so the hairy stump of his big prick would grind on Alice's cunt with every thrust of his hips.
"Hhhhooo!" she moaned. She couldn't stand that more than a few seconds. He knew just the right moves to make her come.
Alice felt the ripping sparks of joy, the gathering pressure inside her cunt swirling like clouds before a thunder storm. Electric tension twisted every nerve.
"Shit," she groaned in a soft voice of surrender. "Fuck me, damn you. Fuck me hard. Rape me if you want to. Fuck my cunt until it's black and blue. Rape it! Twist my pussy… shit, I don't care!"
He increased the speed of his slamming thrusts, gasping and tensing as he felt the swell of his boiling jism. His cum throbbed in his nuts as they slapped against her thighs, it burned in the pulsing tube of his cock, and finally it gushed out his tortured prickhead to trigger her searing climax.
Breathless after he shot his last wad of jiz, Stan felt the tremors in his cock fading. Drained at last. He felt Alice's cunt grip his cock even tighter, quaking with spasms of intense delight.
Stan slowly raised his head, grinning expectanly. He wanted to see her face when he told her. He wanted to watch her expression when he said he'd decided to spend his vacation at the beach with a sexy little blonde he'd met at work.