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Subject: {ASSM} A Pattern in Parts Ch. 2 (M/f noncon anal)
Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2003 16:10:04 -0500
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A Pattern in Parts Ch. 2

I thought I was finally free of the pig.

I hosted a mixer for the student government on a Saturday night, which meant
plenty of beer and bullshit. Near the time when people were drifting out of
that century-old mansion that had been cut up into off-campus student housing,
I overheard my buddy Craig politely rejecting my girlfriend Peggy's advances
behind the sliding oak pocket doors of my roommate Steve's bedroom.

Steve was hunting in Northern Wisconsin that weekend. Bagged an eight-pointer
that fed us for a month. Matthew, a grad student in historical cartography, was
back in England for his mom's birthday. This grand old home was all mine for
the weekend ... to clean up all day Sunday.

Politics is never a clean business.

Neither was getting rid of Peggy. She was 18 and built like a farm girl, not as
smart as I thought she was before I banged her, but we tend to build people up
before sex, no? The experience either strengthens our convictions or rips them
down.

Peggy had good qualities - a kind heart, a knowledge of her limits. Kind of a
dead fuck though. Admitted the first time we were in bed that she couldn't suck
cock but I asked her to try anyway ... and she was right. A beaver is a good
thing between a woman's legs, but a bad thing when you're describing oral sex.
It was like she was trying to dam a river by gnawing off my tree. We tried it
with me on my back, with her between my knees in a chair, even with her on her
back and me fucking her mouth. Too many teeth in all positions. That's usually
a pretty good sign that she just doesn't want to. I didn't see this
relationship going far.

What sealed my decision to lose her was the morning previous to the meeting,
when we were walking up State Street to get coffee. She grabbed my arm and
pointed at something in a jeweler's window. "It's so pretty!" she said.

It was a half-carat diamond engagement ring.

"Yeah. Let's get coffee. I'm freezing." If this little pig thought I was going
to marry her, she was nuts.

Peggy the Pig. She wasn't ugly, but she was a good long ways from being even
moderately cute. A dead-fuck pig who couldn't give head and was now trying to
seduce my partner in my roommate's bedroom.

That's what Craig and I were: partners. We both had a certain aristocratic
business sense; the difference was that his family came from old money, and
mine were poor. His tuition came from a trust fund, while mine was supplemented
by income from the Wisconsin Army National Guard. He had a good head for the
big picture, and I liked making things happen so the big picture conformed to
our plans. Individually, we were both powerful in state-wide student politics.
Together, we were The Team.

I kissed Pat on the cheek as she left, and then it was the three of us. I
grabbed a garbage bag and started cleaning up. I knew how the Pig's seduction
would end. Craig wouldn't have something like that hanging on his arm. Either
way, I was out. Her attempt was disloyalty to me. In the mean time, it pleased
me to be working in the vaulted great room with the last of the night's wood
burning slowly in the fireplace. 

They finally emerged. "Have fun, you two?"

Craig knew I knew nothing happened, so that's what he said. "Nothing happened."

"I know, I heard the whole thing. Trust is important," I said, sweeping empty
bottles from the coffee table into the trash bag.

Craig smiled. "Yes it is. I'll see ya Monday."

"You got it bro."

I wish I could say that Peggy the Pig stood in the great room silently. At the
moment I would have been glad to have her help clean the place up. Instead, she
decided to stand motionless and talk.

"Nothing happened!"

"Be quiet, it's 3 a.m."

"Nothing happened!"

That was enough. I covered the distance between us in two strides and yanked
her by the back of her sweater with my left hand, pushing her into the foyer
with my right hand in the small of her back. There was a brief struggle when my
right hand went to the front door knob, but I cinched the sweater in a knot
with my left hand until she was choking and the door was open. Then I kicked
her out into the fresh snow and locked the door.

Man, I was ready for bed. Sometimes you can do those 36-hour days, sometimes
you can't. Grab three hours in the sack, then finish cleaning the place before
Steve and Matthew came back - crap, in less than 10 hours now.

So I went back to work. The bottles were easy, it was restoring the giant
persian rug that was taking time. Whoever said that grinding cigar ashes into
the carpet gives the carpet character should be shot. It was probably somebody
who never had to take a horse-hair brush and baby shampoo to 90 square feet of
rug. You go in square feet. Get one row done, move on to the next.

The doorbell kept ringing. I had the first nine-foot row done before I
answered. Peggy was freezing because her jacket and purse were still inside.
"Please," she said, "it's all a mistake!"

"Sure was. You could have walked home by now. You want a ride home?"

"Yes! Thank you!" She started to move into the door, which I kept cracked at
two inches. "What's wrong?"

"Regretably, I'm closed for business," I said. "I'm going to bed. Just as soon
as I finish the carpet. You'll have to wait until morning for a ride."

"I'm FREEZING out here!"

I really didn't want to have her as my burden anymore. I should have just
shoved the coat at her. Damn testosterone. "I'm going to give you two options."

"Please! Anything! Hurry!"

"First option: give me all your clothes."

"What's the second option?"

"That's for later. Do it or don't. This door's closing. I don't want the heat
from the fire to escape. Next time you knock, be naked. And fold your clothes."

I was half-way through the next section of the rug when the knocks started. I
just hate to leave a job half-done. I turned on the shower to full-blast hot
and sank a couple towels into the bath tub. It was another ten minutes before I
saw her through the chilled front door glass shivering. She was naked.

First I took the small square of her clothing. Then I grabbed her arm and led
her to the fire. She curled up like she was trying to hug the warmth. The first
towel was steaming when it went on her back and caused her to shiver some more.
I told her to lay on it, then got the second towel to drape over her front.
When the heat left the wet towels I zipped her into my Army-issue Arctic
sleeping bag, arms inside, so she was completely immobile and laying at my feet
in front of the coals. Only her pig face showed. I went to bed, and took her
clothing with me.

*****

I slept in until eight that Sunday morning. I fried a couple eggs (Steve showed
me how to flip them without a spatula and still keep the yolk whole), made
coffee, put toast in the oven. A glass of last night's wine and I was enjoying
a perfect Sunday.

"JOOONNNNNNN!!!"

I immediately regretted having pity on the pig. 

"JON!!!!!"

Toast was done. I sopped up some yolk with it.

"HELP! HELP ME! HELP!"

I flipped an egg onto one slice of buttered toast and covered it with another,
then though better of it. Ketchup was required.

"HEEELLLLLLLPPPPP!!!!!!"

Sandwich in hand, I wandered into the great room, where Peggy was crying. She
didn't know how to get out or where her clothes were, but most of all, she was
hungry.

"Good morning!" I said.

"Fuck you. I'm going to sue you so bad ... !"

"Stuck for a metaphor, m'dear? How's this: Sue me so bad I'll shit green every
Thursday for the rest of my life, and purple on Tuesday."

"Laugh now, you won't laugh when the cops come!"

I picked up the phone and dialed Craig's number. I knew he would still be
asleep, but his machine would be on. "Hey, Craig? That slut that wanted to
seduce you last night? She showed up at my place half an hour later naked and
demanded shelter - hell, she's only a couple miles away and she had her clothes
in her hand, neatly folded. I know Ben Benson's your family's attorney, you may
want to let him know about this. She's threatening to sue."

To my surprise, Craig picked up. "She's there?"

"Yeah. Gave her my sleeping bag next to the fire so she could warm up. Whaddaya
think ol' Ben will do with this?"

"Her family got money?"

"Dunno. Peggy, your family got money?"

"Fuck you!"

"I don't think so."

"I see." Craig usually scratches the crook of his neck right above his adam's
apple when he's thinking for dramatic effect. I imagine that's what he was
doing right now. "Well, Ben's going to countersue for defamation, of course."

"Yeah, defamation," I said, so pig could hear.

"Then there's the value of your life-saving efforts. You think she was drugged
up?"

"Drugged? Absolutely. She has injection marks all over her right arm."

"Seems like Ben would play it like a classic modern tragedy."

"Right," I said. "Hopeless junkie shows up naked at her estranged boyfriend's
home after a political meeting, naked as a jaybird and demanding shelter
against the cold, he gives her warmth and offers food and she sues for a fast
buck because his friend is a senator's son. Keep this tape."

"Of course."

I looked down at the pig, who was whiter now than she was when she was frozen.
She still hadn't figured out how to unzip the bag from the inside. I went to a
mahogany box on the mantle and extracted an antique syringe of which I was
quite fond and a vial of morphine solution. "You've given me no other choice,"
I said.

"No! Please!"

"Remember I said last night that there would be two options? Well, here's
number two."

"I'll do anything!"

"Pretty much," I said. "Last night's option had two choices: Walk home clothed
or be here naked. This morning's option has three choices. The first is, I fuck
your ass and then you walk away and keep a low profile. You've also got to
finish with the carpet."

"Oh no ... "

"Second choice: I call the cops for you, explain the situation with Ben Benson
present, you go to jail and I get your daddy's farm. That's, what - 93 acres
south of Beloit? Near the Illinois border? Not much, but I can sell cheap and
still make a profit."

"No!"

"Of course I'd have to stuff you full of smack first and turn you out to
anybody who wanted a free fuck ... gotta get a lotta jizz in there. Probably
keep you doped for a couple of weeks to let the track marks show age, then turn
you in."

The pig was crying now and couldn't wipe her own tears. They ran down her
temples and were absorbed by the hood of the sleeping bag.

"Hmmm. Maybe the third choice is more appealing. It still gets you ass-fucked
and you still have to clean the carpet, but you get the rights of a slave. Let
me spell it out: Choice one means you drop out of society. Choice two means
you're attacked and defeated. Choice three keeps you under my protection. Pick
now."

The fear I could feel from her was incredible. She was helpless. Great heaves
of weeping contorted her body inside that thick Arctic bag. Now more than ever
I really didn't want this.

So I got her clothing out and laid it on the kitchen table. Then I returned to
the great room. "Toward the zipper at the top of your right shoulder you'll
feel a tab. Pull it down and you're free."

She latched onto that idea real fast. Peggy the Pig was free of the bag in
seconds, but she crawled around like she'd been in a straight-jacket for a
month. I was going to just let her go, but her ass was there, and I'd promised
to fuck it. So I pushed her to the ground. "Spread your legs as wide as they
can go. It'll be easier on you."

My dick was getting really hard when I left for the kitchen, where Matthew kept
his extra-virgin olive oil. It took only a few seconds, but when I got back I
saw the pig with the phone in her hand and her finger on the button for the
operator. Thank god this was before 911. I leaned casually against the door
frame. "Get me the police!"

I could hear it all in my head: "What city and state?"

"Madison Wisconsin!"

And in my head: "That number is 555-0000. Thank you."

Her head sunk. We both knew it was over. And now I was no longer feeling quite
so generous. "Put the phone down," I said. "Bend over."

She laid the phone in its cradle and leaned forward. "Not good enough. Put your
elbows on that phone desk and arch your back."

I grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and forced her into the
position I desired. Her legs were tight together. At this point, I didn't want
it to be easy. I yanked her head back and crunched an elbow just above her ass.
"Now that's a graceful curve," I said. "Hold that position ... unless you want
me to do that again."

Peggy was shaking. But she held the position.

I thought she was going to break when she heard the sound of my zipper. Bitch
should have gone when she had the chance. I poured a little oil on the head of
my cock and worked it in with my right hand, my left pressing against the small
of her spine to make her ass stick out. It was perfect for spanking.

"Peggy? You've been a very" <smack! "Ooooh"> "naughty" <smack! "Ooooh"> "girl."
<smack! "OooOOOHHH!!!">

I put the head of my dick slightly into her asshole and shoved. She fought it
with her muscles to no avail. I was in and she was crying again. "If you don't
cooperate it's going to hurt worse."

I pulled another handful of hair and brought her body back into mine until I
was up her ass so far my balls were next to her pussy. I used her hair to set
up a fucking motion. I was hard to start out with but now I was throbbing, and
every throb seemed to cause her more pain. That made me throb even harder. Her
mouth was set in a silent "Oh!", which, on reflection, would have been perfect
for blowjobs, and she would probably not have found herself in this position,
bent over my phone desk with my cock ramming into her asshole.

Everythign was building, there wouldn't be much more time, I slammed and
slammed into her rectum until my dick felt like it would explode, and then it
did. I drove it all the way home and felt spasm after spasm rip into her ass.

Now I took the needle and stretched her arm back, my cock still enjoying the
warmth of her butt. The vein was easy and the drug almost sucked itself into
her system. I don't know why I did it since I was planning to let her go. But
now she had an arm-full of smack. After my cock got soft and was expelled, I
led the dazed pig to my room, where I crammed her naked on the floor of my
closet.

I locked the closet door.

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