forced to watch my wife abused

[paintpig]

Anyone, male or female, interested in sexually abusing my lovely, schoolteacher wife while forcing me to watch? Home intuder fantasy...

 

[a1stories]

I'm in

I'm into this sort of thing. I'd definitly love to force you to watch
me rape your sweet innocent wife. What do you say?

 

[paintpig]

let's here what you have to say on the subject, A1

 

[brunoone]

I'll tell you this much...

If I'M the one that steals into your house and lashes you to the spectator's chair, watching your wife's cunt sawed open by another cock will be the least of your worries. You may count on seeing her ass stretched with a vicious fuck, after which she will, of course, be made to lick her own nastiness from me.

The important thing is that your wife be a means by which I may exact revenge on you. The most effective way to do that? To tie her forearms to your thighs as I fist her, so she can bury her pleading face in the lap of her impotent husband.

Finally... to raise the stakes just a little higher... I've been picking through your trash at the curb for weeks now. It's not hard to spot the bloody leftovers of your wife's period among the other garbage. That plus a calendar and I can pretty much guess the night of the month when my intrusion would be most -- shall we say? -- effective.

But hey... what do I know? Just my two cents worth... take it or leave it. But don't leave your first floor windows open...

 

[Big-n-Hard]

I would love to fuck your wife while you watch. Give me a discription of her and what she wears. I have alot of perverted ideas for her.

 

[angie girl]

the Wife

OOC: Sounds like my kinda role (the wife) but not sure I can keep up unless another a my threads dies off. Which may be happening. I guess I could try?

i/r/l -
I am Angie
23 fem, five four and a size 4, 34b stairmaster butt and the whole thing
the original brunette hunkette
sassy and always in trouble

I see the wife as a cat fighter and a spitter, claws and all, used to being in control over her hubby, but I can go with any other suggestions?

email me if you want me to play?

 

[paintpig]

forced to watch

my wife is 33, 5'4", slender with green eyes and auburn hair, her soft voice and demeanor giving little hint of her fiesty personality and dedication to physical fitness and mental toughness. A person who prides herself on being in command of any situation, she would not be easily subdued or broken. But this night was to be very different...

 

[angie girl]

Michelle (the wife) 33, 5'4", slender with green eyes and auburn hair -

Being this wimps wife was never easy and seldom rewarding. Home was no different than the office or the gym. At the office I was the power killer broker and the so called men all knew it. I was the top performer for three years and would be this year too. I did it just one way, I took no prisoners and I ate the dead.

Same at the gym. I did the free weights, handball and swimming. Scorned the pretty misses in their tye dyed leotards up in the aerobics room. Looking at themselves in the mirrors and making sure they didn't sweat. I wore a sports bra, old crop top tee and cotton gym shorts. No panties, they just gave me a wedgie anyway.

To get to the women's locker area from the weight room was a walk up and around the men's, so by now most of the men were used to me short cutting right through their locker room. No averting my eyes either. Would they avert theirs in the woman's?

Afterwards skip the juice bar, go next door to the hole in the wall pub and enjoy a beer with a jack back. Then into the beemer without a word to the guys in the bar.

I often wish I could come home and not have to be in charge and in control. But somebody had to right? God knows 'he' never will. I admit he tried to make up for it by pampering me with foot massages and fixing the all veggie meals we shared. Of course last week I see him coming out of Burger King with a double Whammer or whatever in his mouth. He knows he doesn't really like those things, he is just so weak he gives in. See what I mean? what am I suppose to do?

 

[paintpig]

She's late again, demands of career and all that. Not that being married to the ultimate self actuated woman is totally without its benefits; an income I could never produce on my own beng one. It would be nice, ocassionaly, not to be treated like an extension of her office staff, scheduled, directed, memoed...whatever it takes, right? Why should this evening be any different? An odd noise downstairs interupts my thoughts, maybe she's back...

 

[angie girl]

Michelle in the Beemer

OOC: I just noticed that Michelle is suppose to be a school teacher? If I blew it I can start over with her.

IC: The gym had felt great and the two shots of jack had my shoulders and mind relaxed. I seldom drank but once in a while it helps. Whizzing along in the beemer, speeding of course, the tickets just keep piling up. Petty cash. Not far from home now. The winding road through huge lush properties and stately three story homes. Not bad for thirty-three Michelle.

I did wish I had a sweatshirt at the gym. I had to change back into my Armani business suit. Dark charcoal with a stripe. The skirt more than a bit too short, but if you got the legs, why not? Gave me an edge over the boys. The look was stern and strong, but underneath the suit, expensive lingerie, a lacey demi bra and matching french cut panties and thigh highs that flashed a glimpse of thigh when I sat down just right, made me feel sexy and feminine. Loved the touch of silk on bare skin.

Gunning the beemer through a curve.

 

[paintpig]

As I walk through the darkened house I can't help but think of Michelle as she left this morning, her well-taylored suit giving little hint of the expensive, designed to stun underwear I knew was there. That's my girl, if an advantage was to be had the base would be covered, so to speak. Pausing to straighten the Jasper Johns hanging in the stairwell landing I heard that odd noise again, funny she wouldn't have announced her arrival by now. Michelle doen't like to go long untended to. Down the stairs, into the kitchen, searing pain in my head, darkness...

 

[angie girl]

Michelle...grrrrrrrrr

Closer to home now. Traffic. Kill em all.

Sigh, any chance I would get laid this weekend? Worse yet, any chance I wouldn't fall asleep during it? Honestly, in the back of my mind I thought I might do anything to have some wild sex kinda life.

I mean I loved him. I did, I do. But whew.

Wanna just run up over that Toyota in front a me.

OOC: if this gets rolling, it is kinda cool to post your characters name in the Subject line? Thanks.

 

[paintpig]

Andre'

My mind and eyes start to clear, but slowly. Head feeling like it's going to explode, maybe already exploded. Realization that something is terribly wrong, can't move...tied sitting up in a chair feet to the legs, hands behind my back cinched up high...excrutiating pain in my shoulders. There's something stuffed in my mouth {fabric?], hard to breath around it. As my vision clears I see figures moving about the house. Who, how many, what the hell is happening? Panic setting in, my god...the familiar growl of the beamer as it pulls into the garage...

 

[angie girl]

Michelle

Gawd! he hasn't even fixed the light in the garage door opener like I asked ten times! What does he do all day? I slam the beemer into the four car garage and jerk the parking brake. I bet he forgot the fresh crab legs for dinner too.

A big sigh as I step out of the car.

 

[paintpig]

andre'

Fighting to control my panic, I try to assess the situation; three, maybe four, figures dressed in black, faces obscured {masks or vision blured from a blow to the head} moving with a purpose and efficiency thats almost looks choreographed. They're here for a reason, this isn't some random breakin. Can't avoid making the connection, Michelle's business dealings are sometimes fast and loose, skirting the spirit if not the letter. But thats white collar stuff, matters for the high-powered attorneys and analysts she surrounds herself with, this is something very different and dangerous. I'm snapped back to reality by the sound of high heals clicking on the marble floor...God, Michelle! Trying to scream a warning, muffled by the gag. She's calling my name in that patented demanding tone {what a strange thought to have}...she must have heard me, her voice breaks off abrubtly. The figures in black must have frozen at the sound of her entance, now they move with alarming suddeness...

 

[angie girl]

Michelle at Home

clickety click clickety click...heels on the polished floor...tossing keys on to the small table...dropping briefcase, cell and purse and the WSJ on the floor. Will pick them up later. Now I need a martini.

But damn it's dark in here? No TV no stereo no nothing. His car was in the garage wasn't it?

'Andre'? Andre' hon?'I aim my voice up the spiral staircase thinking my husband might be in the bedroom, 'I'm home Andre'! Three day weekend, no appointments, cell phone off, just like I promised sweetie!'

Shit, maybe he was in the shower. I'll fix my own fucking martini.

Did something just move behind me? was that a shadow?

 

[Guest]

I fuck your wife in front of you

 

[paintpig]

andre'

Sounds of a scuffle in the kitchen foyer, Michelle's voice startled, alarmed but still arogant and demanding, "...what the hell, take your fucking hand off me..." My mind is racing, don't fight them, baby...damnit I know she'll fight, that's her nature, nothing that rock hard little body and steel-trap mind can't handle. Please don't, these people mean business. I struggle to free myself but only succeed in turning the chair over. One of them is standing over me and I stare 'till his kick lands square in my stomach. The breath leaves me, I can't even double over with the pain. A cold male voice is talking..." hope the money was worth it dog fuck, the bitch should have known who she was dealing with. God, baby, please don,t fight...

 

[angie girl]

Michelle Crouching

As the hand grabs my shoulder I spin (for a milli second thinking it might be Andre’ but then thinking better safe than sorry, hit him anyway) and whap! I get lucky, figuring he’ll be just a couple inches taller than me in my heels, I aim blindly and catch his ear with a flat hand. I can almost hear his eardrum pop. I’m sure he heard it.

‘Keep your fucking hands off me!’ I bark and back away.

‘Jeeeeeeeezzzzz, muutha fucking bitch!’ he nearly screams, holding his ear and stumbling back into the shadows. My mind racing, car keys? cell phone? damn, where I dropped them, over by him. So I turn and bolt toward the kitchen, as fast as I can in the fucking three inch heels! Damn clacking on the marble floor. At least my skirt is short enough to run in, and is now hiked up to my butt. A hint of my white panties almost glowing in the damn darkness. White stockings, bare white upper thighs, all so damn white. So revealing. Now I think I hear a loud thud and a grunt from the lower level, maybe the game room? Not going there.

‘Get that miserable whore! And now!’ I hear Mr. Eardrum shout, ‘I want her pretty ass on a spike!’

Shit, that meant there were more. In the damn dark kitchen fumbling for those eight hundred dollar chefs knives. Keep it dark, I am thinking, they don’t know the layout. Crouching behind the cooking island, a nine inch razor sharp carbon steel knife in my hand. Tugging the skirt up around my waist, getting it out of the way altogether. Waiting and controlling my breathing. Trying to recall all those karate, judo and whatever self-defense classes. Waiting.

‘the bitch should have known…!’ a voice from downstairs. Oh shit, something in my mind just clicked, I hope these are not those guys! Please just let it be burglars! Not those guys! Please. No longer controlling my breathing.

OOC: We need some bad guys? Brunoone? or do you wanna play them too Paint? It's your thread. Hope my character is doing OK. (Plus, as weird as it sounds, I find pool tables to be incredibly sexy. Go figure. Must be one down in the game room huh? just a thought, lol.)

[Edited by angie girl on 03-18-2001 at 07:45 AM]

 

[angie girl]

Just for fun, check out my visual image of Michelle -

http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/michelle4.jpg

 

[paintpig]

andre'

OOC: sorry to have been away...enjoyed the Michelle image, pool table is a great idea! IC: Scuffling noises have errupted into the sounds of all out violence, male voice bellowing in pain, Michelle screaming invective. Dark figures are running toward the kitchen, crashing utensiles and more yelling...the sickening sounds of fist meeting flesh. It seems to go on for an eternity, then abruptly, silence. The intruders return, with michelle in tow. She's obviously put up a hell of a fight, ripped clothing, a nasty cut down one of their faces attest to that. But they have her now, one of them pinning her arms up behind her back, another with his hand wound in her hair and a knife to her throat. A large bruise is forming under one eye and blood is trikling from the corner of her mouth, the taylored suit ripped and in disarray. They pull her, still struggling, into the game room. One returns to me, dragging me along chair and all..."come on dog-fuck, you'll see how debts are collected in our business..."

 

[Big-n-Hard]

Dirk

We had her. The bitch put up a hell of a fight but we had her right where we wanted her. Carl pulled the hubby into the room so he could watch our little game. Man, my ear and eye were still stinging from the fight this bitch put up.
My boys took her over to the pool table. I stood in front of her. SMACK, I hit her with a right to the jaw. Two more punches followed. I needed to make sure the bitch was submissive.

 

[angie girl]

Michelle - gets it started

All I saw was a huge form in front of me, but its back turned to me, so vulnerable. I struck. I pounced, high with my slim strong thighs pushing me upward. He was tall but I got him by his neck and the Carver cutlery knife was almost on his throat when whack! Guuufgh! All the air went outa me but I felt the knife hit flesh, not sure where, but it cut. But I went down. Hard. Dark.

‘The cunt cut me!’ I heard as I bump bump bumped down the steps to the lower level. ‘Donn worry,’ some other voice, ‘we got all weekend to get even with the rich bitch.’ They laughed and damn they were strong. Forget the tae kwon do shit now. My arms jammed so far up behind me I actually had tears in my eyes. No subtle technique for them, just two hundred plus guys with hands like hams making my little shoulders burn. Fuck them, I will get out of this!

‘So the Princess has arrived?’ a new voice says, but shit I think I recognize it, ‘ slam her over the table there! Now! that bitches ass is gonna pay for what she did upstairs! Now!’ Angry. The broken ear drum guy.

I am pushed and shoved till I am bent over the big pool table, hard, green with its soft felt against my face. All I can see is an eight ball and a yellow striped eleven. Man they are big. The men, not the pool balls. But once bent they relax.

‘…come on dog-fuck, you'll see how debts are collected in our business...’

Is that my husband? Dragged like some Hannibal Lector trussed up madman? In a straight chair? Yes. But the distraction eases the pounding pain in my arms. They slack off. And I twist and turn, the spike of my stiletto heel finds the arch of his foot and he screams, and my teeth find the flesh of the other one. Anothe curse and scream. So I am about to turn the tables and escape? Right? Like would be fair?

Nu-huh. ‘Fucking cunt!’ I hear. ‘Turn the bitch!’ and I am spun around and then crack. Stars, total stars. ‘Hit the cunt again! put her down!’ Jam! Whack! Like being hit with a frozen leg of lamb. But then I bet these guys didn’t eat leg of lamb?

When the eyes focused again I was bent over the table again. Blood on the table. Blood on my forearms and I think on my expensive suit. Which was ripped and torn. My blood or theirs? Or both? A pounding ache in my head.

‘…come on dog-fuck, you'll see how debts are collected in our business...’

‘our business’…oh shit now I recognized the voice…it was them…those guys. And I had fought and cut them, damn, why had I pissed them off even more? These guys didn’t slap people around, they didn’t punch and frighten people. These guys played for keeps. And I had ripped them big time. And now they had found me.

I look back to see hubby…his eyes so wide in fright or anger…like it made a goddamn bit a difference with these guys.

‘Guys? Please? Ok…now I know who you are? Ok?’ I gasped and had to spit some blood, ‘ I know…I get it…come on…I’m a business woman…let me get the money back? This doesn’t….’

I don’t think I made a sound. Maybe a gush of air when what musta been a knee went up in between my thighs. Hard. Crushing.

‘Let’s get this started,’ I could hear that voice in the back of my mind.

OOC: Love the way you guys are going. And thanks for joing Big! Kiss. I don't wanna lead this story so will juss try to follow? As long as the pool table fits in a little bit? LOL.

 

[Big-n-Hard]

Dirk

It's payback time Michelle, I'm tired of waiting so I'm here to collect in my own way. I drop my pants and step out of them my already hard cock pointing at her. I take my cock in my hand ad start stroking it as I look at this beautiful woman. My other hand caressing her stocking covered thigh. I then rip her blouse and bra off exposing her beautiful tits to me and the guys. There are whistles and sounds of approval. I then lift her skirt, tear off her panties and push myself into her. I start fucking her hard and fast. I've wanted her sense I first saw her and now I was taking her in front of her husband. I continued fucking in and out of Michelle's pussy deep and hard.

 

[angie girl]

oops

OOC: I have a post written but I left it on a disk that I don't have with me. I will post it tomorrow night. Or just go on without me for now.