Message-ID: <13465eli$9807300147@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gwalb25@my-dejanews.com Subject: Story: After the Tournament PtIII Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.fetish.wrestling,alt.sex.femdom Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pl5ca$dr5$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> After The Tournament. Part III by GW Mature adults only rape violence F/M femdom Sandy knew she still loved Frank, but that somehow that made her all the more eager to dominate him. She had a compulsion to break him completely to her will. She didn't care how much she made him suffer, or humiliated him. She wouldn't be satisfied until she made him crawl on his belly like a whipped puppy. Getting her breath back, Sandy reached down and patted Frank gently on the face. "How ya doin' Love?" She asked with genuine tenderness and concern. Then she viciously slapped his face. Goaded by her viciousness, Frank lunged from his sitting position, and grabbed Sandy's legs. She could have easily kicked free but instead, Sandy gave her hips a hard bump and grind. She smashed her naked crotch into Frank's face and knocked his head back against the wall. Frank hung on doggedly, trying to upend her, and Sandy smashed her crotch into his face several more times, until her husband's head was reeling again. She easily pulled loose from his arms, and looked down in his face. "What's it feel like for a big, strong macho guy to really get pussy-whipped by his wife?" She sneered cruelly. Frank snarled painfully "You dirty lousy bitch! I'll get you for this." He was almost sobbing in frustration. "Oh Gee, big words from a big man!" Sandy laughed. "I'm really scared!........Not! I'd be even more scared if you could get up off the floor and face me like a man." Stung by Sandy's laughter, Frank made another lunge at her. She stepped gracefully out of reach. "Come and get me!" Sandy taunted leaning over, and beckoning her husband. Frank lunged again, on his hands and knees now. "C'mon!" Sandy challenged again, and kicked at his face. Frank couldn't get up, but he crawled doggedly after his wife, sobbing in rage and frustration. Sandy whipped around to Frank's side. She slipped her arm around his throat and pulled him up straight on his knees, so she could entwine her arms about his, in a full-nelson. Frank couldn't break her hold. Sandy wrestled his heavy body around, until she hauled him to his feet. She pressed her voluptuous body against his broad manly back. She savored the feel of his feeble struggles, as she held him helplessly trapped against her. As she heaved him about Sandy laughed in Frank's ear. She had to bend him backward to control him, he was so much taller than she was. Frank couldn't loosen Sandy's masterful hold, no matter how he fought. He was almost insane with frustrated rage. Sandy forced her furiously struggling husband forward a step at a time. Frank resisted with all his dwindling strength, but step by step, Sandy shoved him to within several feet of the wall. Sandy wrenched Frank's body back and forth, building up momentum. Frank fearfully tried to dig his feet in, but he slipped and slid. Suddenly, Sandy lunged and smashed him face first into the wall. Frank's arms were trapped above his head; he couldn't protect himself from the jarring crash. His body shuddered against Sandy's belly. Sandy dragged Frank backward a few steps, to repeat the maneuver; his struggles were pitifully weak now. "No don't!" Frank yelled, but Sandy drove him even harder into the wooden wall this time. When Sandy dragged him backward this time, there wasn't any resistance at all. Frank's huge body just sagged against her own. Sandy prepared to smash Frank into the wall a third time. He broke down completely. "Oh God, not again! Please Sandy for the love of God! No more, I quit!" The whining fear in Frank's voice was just what Sandy wanted to hear. She paused a moment breathing deep, gathering all her strength. Then she drove forward. Frank screeched, as Sandy slammed him full length against the wall a third time. Sandy let him go, and spun him around facing her. His magnificent torso was bruised and scraped from neck to crotch, his knees skinned, and his face looked like raw meat. Frank cowered against the wall, moaning. His legs quivered violently. He couldn't stand erect, but his half closed eyes still glared resentfully. Sandy moved a step toward him, and a look of fear crept into his face. He flinched when she raised her hand threateningly. Sandy liked the hunted look on Frank's face. She pinned him to the wall, with one hand against his broad chest. When she raised her other hand, he tried to defend himself but his trembling arms barely functioned. Contemptuously his wife slapped him across the face, enjoying the shudder of fear. Still holding her husband pinned, Sandy dropped her other hand to his crotch. She fingered his dangling rod and fondled his scrotum. She enjoyed the shocked revulsion on his battered, but still handsome face. Sandy's groping hand shamed and terrified Frank. "Leave me alone!" Frank nearly wept. "What's the matter Big Man?" Sandy purred cruelly. She seized Frank's huge rod in her hand, and twisted it slowly. She'd never seen such naked terror in anyone's face. "Afraid I'll tear this thing out by the roots?" Sandy taunted. Frank shuddered, afraid to resist her. His huge penis shriveled in Sandy's hand in fearful surrender. Sandy let go and jabbed her fist into Frank's belly. Even a light punch sank deep into his corded belly now. Frank gagged. "Please Sandy! I love you, please stop!" Frank wept abjectly. "I'll stop when I get damn good and ready!" Sandy answered with a nasty purr. "Come here, and do exactly what I tell you, and maybe I won't rip your balls off!" She ordered. "Anything, anything!" Frank moaned in terror Sandy started to take Frank's, wrist to lead him, but changed her mind. Instead, she grasped his limp member. Frank could barely walk, but he didn't dare resist. The big muscular bodybuilder meekly let his slim, blond wife lead him across the room, pulling him by the penis, the most humiliating leash imaginable. Sandy stopped by her makeup table. Frank stumbled and almost fell twice before they got there. He looked in the mirror above the vanity. The damage Sandy had done scared him even more. He was mangled and bruised beyond belief. Sandy grabbed the back of his neck and easily pushed him face down across the table. Frank trembled fearfully, afraid to move, and hating himself for letting Sandy put him in this mortifying plight. Sandy picked up her ornate, silver backed hairbrush and Frank groaned in fear. Sandy had deliberately let him see it, and she smirked when his hard round buttocks clenched in fear. He tried to stand up then, but Sandy held him down with one hand on his neck. Sandy rubbed the stiff pig bristles across Frank's naked buttocks, letting him feel the rough, sharp edges. The hair on the back of his neck prickled. Sandy's eyes gleamed as his hard bottom trembled "Don't please?" Frank choked. Sandy laughed at his whimpered plea, far beyond any thought of mercy. Sandy struck with sudden violence, slamming the brush down as hard as her strong arm could swing it. Frank shrieked and jumped, when the sharp bristles struck his behind. Sandy methodically forced him back in place and struck again. Frank's first, horrified cries died to shamed sobs, as Sandy savagely abused his naked bottom. Suddenly Sandy's crotch was sopping wet and on fire. She shivered in a sudden involuntary orgasm. She half collapsed across her husband's shuddering body after her violent release. It took Sandy several minutes to recover. When she looked down, Frank's buttocks were raw and red as butcher's meat. He was still sobbing, his body shuddering. Sandy still wasn't satisfied. She pried Frank's raw, bottom cheeks apart. He cried out fearfully as soon as her cruel hand touched him. Sandy was almost in a trance, unable to consider what she was doing. She reversed the brush and shoved it between Frank's solid buttocks, pushing against his clenched anus. "No don't! Not that! Please Sandy, not that!" Frank shrieked in mindless terror. Snickering sadistically at his pitiful pleas, Sandy drove the long, thick brush handle deep into Frank's body. "How does it feel to have me do that to you Big Man? Huh?" She shouted exultantly. She triumphantly shoved the huge ersatz phallus in and out of Frank's ravaged rectum. Instead of the strong, manly voice of the athlete she married, Sandy thought her violated husband's shrieks sounded more like a woman being raped. Her hunger to degrade and humiliate her husband still unsated, Sandy reached between his legs and grasped his huge flaccid penis. She roughly massaged it back to life. She vigorously continued his rectal violation while she jerked Frank off. He ejaculated with the massive brush handle still ramming in and out of his ravaged body. Sandy came again, herself, but that only made her hornier. She wrestled Frank off the table onto his knees in front of her. She grabbed his ears and mashed his weeping face against her crotch. "Suck me off Wimp!" Sandy ordered fiercely. Her husband was petrified of his suddenly invincible, and terrifyingly dominant wife. Frank abjectly kissed, sucked and tongued Sandy's inflamed, throbbing pussy, even while the hateful brush still dangled obscenely from his ravaged behind. -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/rg_mkgrp.xp Create Your Own Free Member Forum -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----