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Room Service at the Rape Hotel

It happened a long time ago, circa 1979-81.  During the unrestrained 1970s,
I spent my weekends driving around England hurting and fucking women.  They 
were usually married and their husbands were almost always present, if not
actually taking an active part.  You see, I advertised in contact magazines 
that I would chastise and humiliate errant wives.  I never charged for this 
service, but I probably could have.  Hurting women gave me great enjoyment.
There seemed to be plenty who fantasized about being abused by a stranger as
long as their husband was nearby to insure that they did not come to any real
harm.  It may be because I regularly indulged in such encounters, I possibly 
somehow cast a air of authority over women I had not yet met.  Or it could be 
just a coincidence that I was chosen, but one night when I was staying at a 
hotel near Sheffield, I had the most exciting experience, not least because 
it was unplanned and completely unrelated to my advertisements.

I had checked into the hotel on my own, wanting only a good night's sleep to
prepare me for a long drive to the West Country the following day.  I was on
my own, reading a paper and having a quiet drink around eight in the evening
before my planned early night, when I suddenly noticed two people at a table
some distance away.  An attractive dark-haired woman wearing a blue dress was
sitting with her legs crossed, having a drink with a man. The woman, her blue
dress, and her crossed legs all looked very nice, but not in any way special.
Being a man, I wanted to take a long hard look at her just because she was in
my sights.  I was staring when she looked up and our eyes met, but instead of
looking away or pretending to be concentrating on something behind her, I did
nothing. She turned to tell her companion about me, but still I kept looking.
When he finally got up and headed my way, it seemed that an ugly incident was
about to occur, yet I did not seem able to turn my head away.  Whatever might
have been on my mind, I was surprised to discover what was on his.

He asked if he could join me and I leaned back in my chair, folded my paper, 
and extended my hand toward the adjoining chair.  As near as I can remember,
once he was seated, the conversation went something like this:   
	'You seem to find my wife interesting.'  He spoke with a discernable
uncertainty in his voice, and I knew that I had nothing to fear from him. 
	'She's a good looking woman, easily the best thing on view right now.'
Use of the word *thing* was deliberate.  He made no reference to it. 
	'You find her attractive, then?'  Spoken as a question.
	'I find most women attractive to look at. Its only when you get closer 
to them that you find out what they're made of.'  I was starting to sense that
I might soon be on familiar ground.  'Some of them have ideas inappropriate to
their station.  We all need to know what our rightful place is, don't we?'  He
licked his lips nervously, like a man who wanted to say something that he was
not comfortable saying.  My words seemed to have pushed him up to the point of
broaching the subject at the heart of the matter, and he was not finding it to
be easy.  His wife was now staring at us, as if waiting for the signal that he
had accomplished his mission.  
	'You might actually be able to resolve something for Helen.  That's my
wife, Helen.  I'm Tony, by the way'  He was approaching what he wanted to say
with obvious difficulty, so I decided to help him out by introducing myself to
him.  I was thinking that he was one of those men who wanted to watch his wife
having sex with another man, but it would have to be more than just sex if it
was going to interest me.  When he finally managed to blurt out what he'd come
to say, I suddenly became very interested. 
	'Helen has always wondered what it would be like to be raped.  We have
talked a lot about it and she wants to experience it. We were thinking because
of the way you looked at her that you might be interested. I'd have to be near
you, but I wouldn't interfere in any way.  Would you do it?'  

I had to admit that I was intrigued. He did only propose to watch, but to rape
her in his presence was much closer to the sort of things I normally did, only
this was spontaneous and not connected to my contact advertisements.  Rape was
not an idea I was happy with, however. All the women I usually abused were not
enduring anything they did not want to experience, but then neither would this
one.  She wanted to be raped.  She sent her husband to request my services.  I
decided that I would only get involved on my terms, not theirs. 
	'If that's what she wants, get her over here to ask me herself.  Would
not want any misunderstanding on something like this.'  I told him.  Instantly
his arm was in the air signalling her to come and join us. She stood up slowly
and picked up her drink to bring with her. As she approached my table, I got a
good look at her for the first time.  She was older that I had first thought,
around 40.  Her dress was highlighted her assets without being outrageous in
any way.  Solid bright blue in colour, close fitting rather than tight, square
neckline showing only a hint of cleavage, with the hemline above the knee but
not short enough to be called a mini.  Her high heels matched the blue of her
dress as did her earrings. She looked attractive and respectable. Her face was
round and smiling, but I was confident I could quickly wipe that smile off it.
Tony introduced us and had little else to say after that. I was blunt and very
sharp with her.  We would do it my way or not at all. 
	'So, you want to know what its like to be raped, do you?  Well, forget
it.  I can go through the motions, but you can't be raped with your consent.'
Neither one of them attempted to speak, so I continued.  'Rape is not actually
about sex, its about power. The power of a man to do something to you that you
are powerless to stop, no matter how much you hate it.  I can do that to you,
but it has to be me in complete control.  It doesn't matter what you want or 
how much it hurts when you're being raped.  You get whatever the rapist wants 
to give you.  Don't agree to this if you have any doubts, because you 
will not 
be able to stop it once it starts.  I'll take you any way I want, and it will 
hurt, I promise you.  Are you sure you are up to it?'  Tony leaned towards her
as if to offer his advice, but she spoke directly to me without taking notice
of him.  She knew what she wanted and I liked that. 
	'I know the definition of rape, thank you. You guarantee that there is
no permanent damage and that Tony stays with us, that's all I ask.  You can do
anything you want to me until midnight.'  She stared right into my face as she
spoke, but I did the same to her. We understood each other, and I was going to
give her a night she would never forget.  They had no reason to suspect that I
was what might be called a professional at this sort of thing.
	'Go and wait in your room.  Tony and I will be joining you soon.  Keep
your clothes on unless you're wearing tights ((or pantyhose in America))  Get 
rid of them, but nothing else, understand?  Now, go.' Without further ado, she
got up and went.  As soon as she was gone, I turned to Tony.  'You just follow
my lead and agree with whatever I say.  I'm going to rape your wife and you're
going to help me.  I got an idea I'd like to try out on your Helen. Let's go.'

Tony and I approached her room together.  Room 204 it was, I remember that as
if it were yesterday.  He knocked, she asked who it was, and he replied 'Room
Service' as I had instructed. When she opened the door, I pushed my way inside
without asking.  Tony followed me in locked the door behind him. I did all the
talking, pretending that she had never seen either of us before.
	'Listen carefully.  I'm Cal and this ((indicating Tony)) is my pal Al.'
She laughed at my little rhyme and I slapped her face.  'Shut up, bitch. We'll
tell you when you can laugh.  We are going to take you, and all you have to do
is exactly what you are told to do the instant you're told to do it.  You will
find the punishment for hesitation or disobedience to be extremely severe, so
don't do anything silly.  Nod your head, but don't speak unless you're asked a
direct question.  Do what you're told and you won't get hurt.  Well, you will
get hurt, but not as much. Understand?'  She nodded silently and was rewarded
by having me grab her left breast and pull her over to the bed.  I sat down on
it and motioned for Tony to sit next to me. Helen stood facing us.  'Pull your
dress up.  Quickly.  Higher, up to your waist.'  With her hands at her sides,
she took hold of her dress and did as she was told, leaving Tony and I sitting
there looking directly at the slight bulge in her panties caused by her pubic
hair.  I brought my hand up the inside of her leg until I reached that point.
Immediately, I put my fingers inside her undergarment and pushed two of them 
into her vagina without hesitation.  She jumped slightly and made a groaning
sound just as I entered her body, but did not allow her dress to fall.  In the
absence of any kind of stockings or suspender belt, I assumed that she'd been
wearing tights and had disposed of them as instructed.  I pushed my fingers as
far up inside her as I could, as if I was trying to lift her off the ground by
this unique method.  This took place just inches away from her 
husband's face. 
Having poked around inside her as hard as I could, I then ordered her husband
to do the same thing while I sat back and watched.  It was essential that his
identity was established as my sidekick Al and not Tony, her husband.  I stood
up and went behind her, placing my arms around her waist and moving up to her
breasts.  Once there is rubbed them briefly before squeezing them hard.  Tony
was still fingering her below while I set about hurting her upper assets.  Her
response to my actions was too restrained, almost as if she was enjoying it. I
moved one hand inside her dress through the neckling and dug my fingers inside
her bra to begin clawing at her left tit. It was very soft and small 
enough to 
fit in my hand easily. I squeezed and twisted at the same time and she let out
a yelp to indicate her pain, which encouraged me to do it harder. He looked up
from his work below the belt to show some concern about his wife's distress. I
brought my other hand down on her ass as hard as I could without releasing her
breast from my grip.  She yelped again, but he wisely remained quiet.  Finally
I moved us along to the next step. 
	'Okay Al, come up here.  This bitch is about ready.' He stood up and I 
spun her around to face me.  'Get your fucking clothes off and be quick about 
it.'  She fumbled for the zip at the back of her dress but both her 
hands were 
shaking, so she opted to pull it up over her head.  Her underwear was 
white and
offered no pretensions of sexiness, which made it better for my 
purposes.  Many
women feel more humiliation being viewed in their private underwear than they
do being admired in the nude.  'Hold it right there' I commanded. 
'Come on Al, 
lest give her a good grope.  You'd like that, wouldn't you.  Four strong hands
moving all over your body.'  She did not speak and I began feeling her up.  He
followed my lead, but without enthusiasm.  As I travelled around her 
body, I'd 
hurt her tits and smack her ass.  I rubbed her front, then tried 
putting three 
fingers inside her through her cotton briefs, pretended annoyance at 
not being 
able to do that and slapped her between the legs several times, 
closing my hand
a little each time so that it changed from a flat palm to a fist. 
Tony was busy 
rubbing her ass and missed it all.  She tried to be brave and stay 
silent, but 
I continued hitting her with increasing force until she yelled and doubled up.
	'Shut up and get it all off.' She was nothing if not obedient.  Totally
naked a minute later, I surprised them both by ordering her to kneel 
on the arm 
chair facing the wall.  She rested her hands and chin on the top of 
the chair's
back and I instructed my assistant to spread her cheeks so we could 
inspect her 
points of entry.  I poked around both holes and encouraged him to 
talk about as
many things as he could think of to do to her.  I speculated about 
how long ago
she had last experienced anal sex and how relatively soon it would be 
before it
next happened.  Her husband picked up on that theme very quickly and I assumed
this was something that interested him.  

I told her that she was about to be fucked by both of us in either hole, quite
possibly at the same time.  When we were ready to come, we would both do so in
her mouth, but she was not allowed to spit it out or to swallow it until given
permission to do so.  She would later be whipped between the legs with leather
belts ((from our trousers)) and whenever either of us wanted to take a piss, I
would order her to get on her knees, lean her head back, and open her mouth. I
kindly allowed her to swallow all piss without having to get permission.  This
was her moment of truth.  Just as her husband was about to protest about these
latest instructions, she spoke the two words that mattered:  'Yes, master.'

Helen agreed to everything because I had found what she really wanted.  It was
not rape, but domination that she craved.  Her husband was clearly not the man
for the job, and her rape fantasy was her compromise to avoid hurting his ego.
Rape had to be by another man and it almost necessarily would give her some of
what she wanted.  Fate had clearly worked overtime to bring us together. Helen
and I were perfect for each other, but this one evening was our only 
encounter.

 ..... and this is how it happened .....


     The following is the detailed account of what
happened to that Yorkshire hotel room with Helen, Tony,
and myself. I have relived it in my mind many times over
the years.  It is the one day I would most like to live
over again. Not to do it differently, just to do it all
again one more time.  Alas, that is not possible. 
     Anyway, you asked for it, so here it comes. I hope
you enjoy reading about it half as much as I enjoyed
living it.  There are quite a few other encounters I
could write up from my days as a traveling domineer. 
Those were great days, but I must stress that I have 
retired from such activities so there will not be any 
new encounters, but I am quite happy to enter into 
discussions and answer any questions on the subject if
you would care to do so.  
     Please let me know what you think of it as a story
and as an event.  Good or bad, I am never offended by 
constructive criticism.  At the very least, please zap 
me a line to let me know that you received it.  Thanks. 

               FLASH@xxxb.demon.co.uk

                               
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     What a strange world this is. Around 9.00 PM on the
night in question, I found myself in a Yorkshire hotel 
room with two people I had only known for about an hour.  
Helen was kneeling stark naked on a chair while her 
husband Tony was pretending to be my apprentice rapist 
named Al. Helen has been completely submissive and shown 
an admirable ability to endure pain in relative silence. 
In other circumstances I would have quite liked her to 
scream a bit and beg for the mercy which would not be 
forthcoming, but it would serve nobody's interest to 
alarm hotel staff or other guests.  I told her that she 
would be gagged if she made too much noise, but she had 
so far not given me any grounds for doing so.  Not yet. 
The evening was young and I had great plans for her.    
     I went around to the back of the chair and unzipped 
my fly, which permitted 'you know what' to spring out 
directly in front of her face.  She opened her mouth in 
anticipation of the next command but I did not want to 
become predictable, so I told her to shut her mouth until 
ordered to do otherwise.  I ordered her husband to "fuck 
her hard" and I began to slap my semi-erect cock back and 
forth across her face.  Her old man was getting into it 
at the other end, but this was too simple for my tastes. 
     "Not like that Al, she's probably enjoying that.  
Jam it hard up her asshole."  (( A joining of assholes, 
I mused ))  He stopped his rhythmic little dance and 
shifted his position slightly so that he could more 
comfortably penetrate the second orifice.  He tried his 
best, but he failed to break through.    
     "I can't get in.  Its too tight.  Maybe if it was 
lubricated a little, I could do it."  Even Helen could 
not fully suppress her laugh at his latest dilemma.  
     "Just do it." I said impatiently.  "Its like pushing 
a car up a hill.  If it don't go, push harder."  She was 
probably thinking at this point that it was not going to 
happen due to his inability to get in.  She may have even 
relaxed a little, but whatever the cause was, Tony 
suddenly burst through and she let out an almighty yell. 
      "Now you can start licking it, bitch."  I felt that 
it would be better to call her by some derogatory nickname 
rather than use her own name.  This was not exactly what 
you would call a social occasion.  
      Helen began licking my cock by extending her tongue 
outside her mouth.  I positioned myself so that she would 
have to do it like that. In that way, she had to go after 
it rather than just enduring something that was being done 
to her.  (( Attention to detail is very important.))  My 
assistant was pounding away and starting to look a bit 
overexcited.  It was too early to come.   
    "Oi, Al.  Slow down.  Get back in the other hole."  
Helen stopped licking for a few seconds to look up at me 
as he withdrew, even though he immediately entered her 
vagina to continue his rush to climax.  I was not sure if 
she was trying express her thanks or her disappointment 
at the cessation of her anal violation, but it made no 
difference as her relief was destined to be short lived. 
Her old man was happily humping her and using up strength  
he was going to need later on, so I had to intervene.   
     "Come around this side Al,"  I ordered.  "quickly." 
     He looked up with ill-disguised annoyance at having 
to pull out at that point, but he did what I asked him 
to.  When he joined me with his erection poking through 
his fly, I explained to him the technique I wanted him to 
employ.  
     "I want you to rub your cock all around her face, up 
one side and down the other.  Drag it slowly across her 
lips each time you get to the bottom.  When it starts to 
soften, use it to slap her in the face with.  Relax a 
bit.  You don't want to come just yet."  
     He evidently thought that this was a good game to 
play.  It was the sort of thing he could never have 
brought himself to even suggest normally, but now he 
could do it because he was just merely obeying orders.  
I then went around behind her to pursue much more urgent 
matters.  My erection was holding up well, as it should 
do when you remember that this was my show and they were 
both doing what I wanted them to do.  
     Once in place, I forsook the vaginal delights that 
were on offer and went instead for her anal aperture, 
unceremoniously shoving my cock straight in at great 
speed.  Helen let out a long grunt and dug her fingers 
into the chair back, pulling herself slightly forward as 
if she was attempting to crawl out of her own skin to get 
away from this painful intrusion.  Without further ado, 
I withdrew completely and then immediately reentered to 
duplicate the pain she had just felt. She reacted in much 
the same way the second time, so I repeated the exercise 
and, after five or six more rapid reentries, she adjusted 
to what was happening.  As the grunting and clawing 
abated, Tony seemed to have forgotten what he was doing 
and was watching me with his mouth half open.       
     "Your trouble was that you were trying to have sex 
with her," I explained.  "I'm just clearing a path for 
future use.  Remember, she exists for our pleasure.  It 
doesn't matter how much it hurts her."  As I spoke, my 
eye fell onto something sitting on the top of the small 
dressing table near her head.  "Give me that thing."    
     It was a Braun battery powered portable hair curler. 
This item is about 15 inches long, half of which is a 
smooth white handle which contains the batteries.  The 
other half was black with little knobbly bits all around 
it.  The handle looked a bit like a dildo, but it was the 
curler end that intrigued me.  Obediently, Tony had taken 
his cock away from her face and fetched to item I had 
requested.  Helen had turned her head to look back at me 
as if to ask what I was going to do with the thing.  Deep 
down in her mind, she already knew.  
     Examining the device closely had caused me to lose 
my erection for the moment, but thinking about its 
possible applications soon brought it back.  I began to 
move it slowly around the crack in her bottom, making 
sure that each nodule would be clearly felt as it 
progressed from her backside to her frontside along the 
length of her vaginal opening.  Once there, I moved it 
rapidly back and forth while pressing harder against her 
skin.  She made a moaning noise which could possibly be 
interpreted as an expression of either pleasure or pain. 
Not wanting to give her any pleasure at that time, I 
ordered her to stand up.   
     "Maybe we ought to take a break now."  Tony 
suggested nervously.   
     Helen turned and said in a reassuring voice only 
just above a whisper,  "Its all right, dear."  I was 
really starting to like her.   
     I rubbed the curler roughly over her breasts and was 
somewhat surprised that she appeared to suffer greater 
distress from that than anything else she had experienced 
so far.  I brought it down and pushed it between her 
legs, roughing up her delicate parts without making any 
attempt to push it inside her.  In truth, I was not sure 
if it was safe to do so, and was about to leave it as an 
unenforced threat when an idea struck me.  
     "Sit down in the chair, please."  She sat.  "Now put 
your left leg over the arm."  She complied, but I was not 
quite satisfied with the view.  "Okay, put your right leg 
over that arm."  This left her sitting in a chair naked 
with her legs sprawled wide apart in front of two men who 
were both fully clothed except for being unzipped.  I 
handed her the hair curler.   
     "Put it in." I said.  The instruction was abundantly 
clear.  I felt it would be much safer for her to do it 
herself, but I couldn't resist the threat.  "Unless you'd 
rather have me do it."  I made a gesture intended to 
indicate inserting it all the way up at great speed.  She 
got the message.  
     Tony and I stood and watched as she inserted the 
spiky device into her vagina, moving it further in slowly 
and carefully.  None of the bits that protruded from it 
were sharp or jagged, but it was hardened plastic and had 
no give in it.  When she had got it in about five inches, 
I wanted to grab the handle and wiggle it around but I 
was still afraid of damaging her.  Instead, I thought of 
a new direction for this game.  
     It was a lovely sight to behold.  A nice middle-aged 
woman sitting nude and spread-eagled with a hair curler 
stuck into her vagina.  Why is it that you never have a 
camera when those special moments arrive?  Still, maybe
I could still share the moment.  I was standing directly 
between her and the door.  Who can tell who might be 
walking down a hotel corridor at any given moment?      
     I opened the door and looked up and down.  There was 
nobody about, but they didn't know that.  Leaving the 
door wide open, I stepped into the corridor and said to 
nobody "Come here and have a look at this slut."  Turning 
to her, I simply said  "You, stay."  It was a nice clear 
instruction of the type you might give to a dog.      
Tony jumped up and rushed toward me.  I held the door so
that he could not close it, and he eventually realized
that there was nobody in the corridor.  His wife had
instinctively tried to get up when I first opened it, 
but that isn't such an easy thing to do with your legs 
straddled over opposite arms of a chair.  Having failed 
to get up quickly and then been ordered to stay there, 
she sank back into her seat.  
     Discipline is terribly important in this sort of 
event, and I pride myself on attention to detail.  While 
Helen did remain in the same position, she hung her head 
down as if she was trying to avoid eye contact with those 
strangers out in the hall who might view her humiliation. 
This could not be tolerated.  I crossed the room in three 
strides and pulled her head back by the hair.       
     "Look at the doorway.  I want you to see everyone 
who sees you.  Maybe we'll invite a few of them in for a 
closer look.  Yeah, we can have a party.  You can make 
lots of new friends that way."  I still had a handful of 
her hair.  
     "Please, ....please close the door."  She was close 
to tears.  "I'll do anything."   
     I leaned forward to speak into her face.  "You'll do 
anything anyway."  I motioned to Tony to let the door 
close.  Privately I was pleased that we got through that 
stage without anyone coming along to see what we were up 
to, but I was not going to tell them that.  
     While I was holding her hair and deciding what next 
to do, I grabbed a breast with my free hand and began 
squeezing it and pinching the nipple.  She obviously had 
never done any topless sunbathing as her tits were both 
extremely white and very soft.  The nipples were pink and 
did not appear to have any matching base, standing out 
like the lone cherry atop the white icing of a bakewell 
tart.  Once again I observed that her tolerance for pain 
in this area was almost non-existent.  Considering how 
well she had coped with other things, this was quite 
surprising. Instead of telling her to stand, I let go of 
her hair and pulled upward on the breast I was holding. 
     As she stood up, the hair curler slipped out and she 
instinctively put her legs together to stop it falling. 
It took it and held it up to her face, allowing her a 
close look at what had been inside her.  "Any sign of 
disobedience from you and you'll get this back where it 
hurts the most."  I let her imagination decide where that 
would be.  "Now, get on that bed and spread them wide.  
I want to be able to see what you had for breakfast, 
bitch."  Sometimes it was difficult to keep a straight 
face, but I managed.  I put the hair curler down on the 
dressing table, but it instantly began to roll and fell 
off onto the floor where I left it.   
     Helen lay on the bed with her legs as far apart as 
she could get them.  I observed some stretch marks on her 
and I pondered what her children would think if they 
could see her now.  Alas, there was insufficient time to 
explore such matters, so I began to undress and told Tony 
to do the same.  It was getting late and there was a lot 
I wanted to do before we finished.  
     Tony appeared on the other side of the bed wearing 
only his socks, a hardon, and a foolish grin.  He seemed 
to think that it was straight sex time, but life is never 
that simple when I'm around. I ordered Helen to turn onto 
her left side so that she was facing me and told him to
hold her right ankle up as high as he could.  I picked up 
my recently discarded trousers and pulled the belt out of 
its loops.  For some reason, she suddenly looked slightly 
apprehensive.  I folded the belt in half so that I held 
the buckle and the other end in my left hand (( I always 
whip left-handed )) and I gave her a friendly smile.    
     "If I were to tell you that this was going to hurt 
me more that it will hurt you,..." I said in a very soft 
voice, still smiling, "I'd be lying through my teeth."  
With that, I began whipping her firmly in the crotch.  My 
aim was to land each stroke on the clitoris but my rate 
of accuracy was only around fifty percent.  Helen made 
just the right sound with each stroke, a sort of muffled 
gasp to acknowledge she felt some pain without being loud 
enough to attract attention.  I could not help admire her 
resilience, making it even stranger that her breasts 
seemed to be so sensitive.  From all of my experiences 
with submissive women over the years, I usually found the 
opposite to be the case.  Nevertheless, being able to 
adopt to the person you are with is extremely important. 
      Her apparent ability to withstand pain in this area 
spurred me on to hit her harder, as if I needed to break 
her spirit and leave her sobbing in a corner to make sure 
she knew who was boss.  Unfortunately, Tony's arm was 
getting tired holding her leg up, and I didn't want to 
wear out my whipping arm as I had plans to use it on 
someone else in Monmouthshire the following day.  So, I 
stopped the whipping and immediately pushed my other hand 
along the area I had been hitting, only to be pleasantly 
surprised at how moist she was after such an ordeal.  I 
knew that I could do fantastic things with this woman if 
I had more time, but time was at a premium.       
Dropping the belt, I climbed onto the bed and  fumbled
around with her until we got to the position that  I was
on my back and she was above me.  I was well hard  after
everything that taken place, and she guided me  easily
into a very moist and welcoming pussy.  She began  to
move slowly up and down and I would be lying if I  denied
being tempted to lay back and enjoy it, but I  still had
an agenda to get through.   
     "Okay Al, climb on." I couldn't just leave my 
assistant on the sidelines pulling his own weight.  "Get 
up here and give it to her in the ass.  She wants us 
both, don't you bitch?"  
     Helen showed disbelief more than anything else in 
her facial expression when I ordered her husband into 
action.  I was not certain if she had ever experienced 
anal sex before that night, but I was absolutely sure she 
had never had it when she had somebody else inside her 
other port of entry.  My own preference would normally 
have been to be the one poking into her back passage, but 
I wanted to be in a position to study her face.  Her 
compliance had so far been outstanding, and I was 
prepared to take her further if her reactions indicated 
that she was up to it. 
     When her anus was entered, she let out the loudest 
yell of the night.  At the same time, her muscles 
tightened and she dug her nails into my shoulders, in the 
same way she had grasped the chair back earlier that 
night, and she again appeared to be trying to climb out 
of her body to get away from the pain.   
     Of course, she was going nowhere.  Her husband's 
modest thrusts were giving her great discomfort, but she 
still attempted to grind down on me in those moments of 
lesser distress.  Her face showed constant pain and her 
mouth never fully closed.  She was back to exercising her 
self-control, preventing herself from making any audible 
protest about her pain.  I reached up and pulled her head 
down towards my face.  I kissed her on the lips, still 
holding the back of her head.  As I moved my tongue into 
a position to force its way into her mouth, I suddenly 
lost the initiative.  Before I knew what happened, her 
tongue was in my mouth, wrapping itself around mine.    
     Despite having two men insider her, Helen took the 
lead in engaging in a passionate kiss that I rate to this 
day as the greatest kiss I have ever experienced.  My 
trouble was that I had a strict set of rules that I 
imposed upon myself when dealing with married couples.  
Basically, I vowed never to do anything to incite or 
encourage interference in their relationship, but this 
woman stirred feelings in me which I did not seek.  There 
was something about her that made me want to tell her to 
forget Tony and come away with me.  As an alternative to 
such an conventional proposition, I thought of asking her 
to come and be my slave.  I could promise to keep her in 
chains and give her a thorough beating every day.       
In the event, I proposed neither option.  There was  a
indescribable something in her demeanour which led me  to
believe that she might accept either proposition, and  I
had just enough conscience to be unwilling to risk  that. 
As a result, I finished up wanting her but being  unable
to have her.  An interesting perspective since I  was
having sex with her at the time.  
     It could not be the way I wanted it to be, and that 
made me want to hurt her even more.  It was not so much 
anger I felt, more like a desire to push her to a point 
that was unacceptable to her.  If this happened, she 
would dislike me enough that I wouldn't need to keep 
kicking myself about letting her get away.  
     I decided to push her to her limits.  Then I could 
be sure that her answer would be a refusal.  But, from 
the way she was kissing me, I feared that this might be 
virtually impossible.  Still, I had to try.  
     I broke away from her kiss just in time to hear from 
Tony's breathing that he was about to come in her ass.  
I was sick of trying to regulate his activities to stop 
him from coming and then going limp for the rest of the 
night.  I had formed the opinion that the motive for his 
participation in this evening's entertainment was solely 
to give him an excuse to ram his cock up Helen's ass.  I 
had to try to get us back on track, so I pushed her off 
me so that she fell onto her back beside me.  Tony lost 
his grip and had to grab hold of the headboard to keep 
from falling on the floor, which effectively cancelled 
any possibility of him coming too soon.  
     I sat up in the bed quickly, anxious to break free 
of the confusion that was clouding my thoughts.  I looked 
down at Helen who was lying naked on her back, her right 
leg straight and the other one bent at the knee so that 
her left foot was under the right knee.  This position 
left a beautifully open view of her most intimate parts. 
     I was looking at a woman who was a few years older 
than me, a woman who had a nice ordinary body complete 
with a few moles, stretch marks, and a small appendix 
scar.  Nothing special to look at, but there was some- 
thing about the way she looked at me.  I formed the 
impression that she wanted to see me looking at her in 
her thoroughly exposed state.  It was humiliation that 
she wanted to feel more than anything else.  She was 
naked, exposed, and completely at the mercy of two men. 
She was loving it, and so was I, but I still knew what 
had to be done.   
     For a short while nobody spoke.  Her husband was now 
watching us both closely.  Rather than use his brain to 
employ speech, he diverted all his energies to attempting 
to reactive his erection singlehandedly.  I knew that he 
would ultimately be successful, but I wanted to make best 
use of the time available before that happened.        
     "Get up, bitch."  I commanded impatiently.  "Go and 
fetch that hair thing and bring it to me.  Hurry up."  I 
saw from the corner of my eye that Tony was picking up 
speed in his quest for sexual fulfilment and I doubted 
that he would be denied his reward much longer.       
"Don't forget to come in her mouth when you're  ready. 
Make sure she takes it all."  I thought I had  better
remind him of the ground rules.  
     Helen had returned to me, proudly holding her hair 
curler for my approval.  I took it from her and gently 
kissed her lips, diverting her attention while I turned 
it around so that when I suddenly shoved it inside her, 
it was actually the smooth handle that violated her.  She 
naturally assumed that I had jammed the knobbly bit into 
her and therefore she imagined a degree of pain that was 
not there, letting out a yelp of pain louder than any she 
had made previously.   
     I laughed and withdrew it slowly, allowing her to 
see which end I was holding, but while she was watching, 
I turned it again and began to put the rough end into 
her, albeit with much more care this time.  She held her 
breath as it entered her and was pushed steadily into her 
waiting pussy.  She had done it earlier, so I knew it 
would fit.  Her eyes rolled but she made no sound and 
gave no clear indication of how uncomfortable it might be 
for her.  When I was satisfied that it was in far enough 
to stay in, I ordered her to lie down on the floor, which 
she instantly did.  Without being told, she opened her 
legs as wide as she could without touching the wall or 
some furniture.  
     I stepped inside the 'V' of her legs and pulled my 
leg back as if I was about to kick her or even worse, to 
kick the implement inside her further in.  She took a 
sharp intake of breath, but she didn't move.  I really 
liked this woman, but she would never know that.  I was 
going to try to make her believe that I hated her.  It 
was necessary to complete the programme.  So, instead of 
kicking her, I tenderly put my big toe into her anal 
opening, catching the base of the hair curler on the 
front of my ankle for a moment, pushing it just slightly 
deeper than it was.  She made a moaning noise which could 
have indicated pleasure or pain.  It didn't matter to me. 
     Just then, Tony had worked himself into a frenzy and 
he rushed over and knelt down over her head.  I presumed 
that he was shooting his load into her mouth.       
     "Don't forget, Helen.  You must not swallow until I 
tell you to."  This was the beginning of the end.       
I kept my big toe in her ass until Tony had finished 
filling her mouth with his sperm.  The small appliance 
was slipping out of her vagina but that no longer 
mattered very much.  Tony stood up as soon as he had 
completed his task.     
     "All right then, Helen,"  I tried to emulate the 
soft tone of a school teacher addressing a pupil.  "Open 
your mouth and show us what you've got in there."  For 
any other woman, this should be quite humiliating, but 
this woman did not humiliate easily.  She opened her 
mouth, stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, and 
generally appeared to be enjoying it.  I found this 
sufficiently stimulating to add my own contribution in 
the same way her husband had.  I also rubbed my cock all 
around her face while I was at it, but she actually 
appeared to be trying to get her tongue on it as if to 
make certain she had not missed a drop.  She was good.  
     To my way of thinking, she had won.  She had beaten 
me fair and square.  I had subjected her to everything I 
could think of that was not potentially dangerous and she 
had taken it all with great composure.  I would even say 
dignity.  What a woman.  There was only one thing left to 
do, and I had never done this to any woman without prior 
discussion and agreement.  I looked at her lying on the 
floor with semen escaping out of the corner of her mouth. 
To me, she looked absolutely beautiful like that.  
     "Okay bitch, get up onto your knees.  Head back and 
mouth open.  Quickly, I gotta go."  Without a word of 
protest, Helen got herself into the desired position.   
     "Wait, I'm not sure about this," protested Tony.   
     "I am." I replied. "You can go when I've finished." 
     I had moved into position.  My cock was only about 
two inches from her open mouth when the stream began to 
flow.  "You can swallow now."  I kindly allowed.    
     Tony stood watching helplessly as I pissed in his 
wife's mouth.  His protest had been instantly discarded 
when she failed to support it.  Three audible gulps 
confirmed that she had washed down two loads of sperm 
with a long drink of urine.  Toward the end, the stream 
weakened and failed to reach her open mouth. dropping 
first onto her chin and them splashing onto her chest.  
I did not mind as she had swallowed most of it, and there 
were no complaints from her.   
     When I indicated that it was Tony's turn to piss in 
her mouth, he claimed that he did not need to go.  That 
was up to him.  I had done everything I could to break 
her spirit, but she emerged victorious.  I was in love. 
     I had actually drawn a deep breath in, as you do 
when preparing to speak at length.  I was going to ask 
her to come away with me.  It all made perfect sense.  
There was no way she would refuse me.  Tony had gone to 
her and asked if she was all right and apologised for 
allowing her to go through this, all in one breath.     
     "Of course, darling,"  she replied, placing a hand 
softly on his cheek.  "I'm fine.  This was just what we 
agreed we wanted."  I'd swear I heard her giggle after 
she said that, but I was already gathering up my clothes 
and getting dressed by then.    
     After everything I had done to her, if I had asked 
her to come away with me, I was the one who would have 
been humiliated that night.  
     I opened the door and was on my way out when Helen 
came after me, trying to wrap a towel around her still 
naked body.  Some splashes of yellow fluid remained 
visible on her upper body.   
     "Wait.  I want to thank you.  It was everything I 
hoped it would be," she said.  
     'What a woman' I thought to myself.  'Too bad.'    
     "It wasn't rape, you know.  Nothing like it.  You 
weren't terrorized or in fear for your life.  Don't you 
think for one minute that you know what it feels like.  
This was just a bit of fun, that's all."  It needed to  
be said and I was anxious to trivialize the whole event 
as if to imply that it was merely the first lesson.     
  "I know.  But it was quite an experience.  We've 
talked about doing this for years.  I never thought we 
actually would, and I can't say I enjoyed every minute, 
but I'm glad it happened.  Maybe we'll run into you again 
sometime," she said with a voice that was filled with 
promise of future delights.  "You never know, do you?"  
     "Yeah."  I said curtly.  "Whatever."     
     I stepped out into the corridor and pulled the door 
closed behind me.       


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