Chapter 5

Back on the home front, I must confess that I had let things go. My normal duties as wife and mother seemed trivial and boring indeed compared with the excitement of working for S.E.X. Needless to say, it was only a matter of time before I had a confrontation with Fred.

"You bitch!" he cornered me one night after I'd served TV dinners for the fourth time in a row. "How long do you think I can stand living like this?" I tried to weasel out of it, but it was no use. The irritation had been building up inside him for some time, and a lot of steam was going to have to escape before the pressure of his anger died down.

"Please, Fred," I tried to reason with him, "the twins are in the next room. They'll hear you." "So what?" he thundered. "I'll bet they're just as disgusted with the job you've been doing as a mother as I am at the crappy job you've been doing as a wife." "That's not fair," I protested. "I've got rights, too." "Name them," he sneered.

"Well, for one thing," I answered defiantly, "I've got a right to some kind of life outside of this house." "Bullshit!" he bellowed. "A woman's place is in the home... and that's it!" "I don't buy that," I retorted.

"Then try this on for size!" he yelled, and let loose a slap that 'caught me right across the cheekbone.

Staggering backward until I bumped against the wall, I cried, "You hit me! Who do you think you are, you barbarian?" "Your husband," he hissed. "And I'll do anything I damn well please to you, you good-for-nothing bitch."

"Such as?" I challenged him.

"Such as knocking some sense into you, if I think that's the only thing that'll work," he blustered.

"I dare you!" "Okay, cunt, you asked for it!" He'd closed the distance between us and was just starting to rain a torrent of open-handed blows on me when the twins came into the room to see what all the commotion was about. They were just in time to see their father knocking their mother to the floor.

"Stop, Daddy, stop!" Julie pleaded. "You're making Mommy cry." "Hmmmppph," he grunted, "that's nothing. She deserves to bleed." With that he began kicking me. The paints of his shoes cracked into my ribs, bringing forth gurgling cries of abject pain.

Jimmy leaped at his Dad and tried to stop him from brutalizing me. However, Fred was much too strong for a boy not yet in his teens, and shook him off like King Kong disposing of a petty annoyance.

Then, with the twins looking on goggle-eyed, Fred swooped down and picked me up off the floor. Cradling me in his arms as though he was a monster abducting a human sacrifice, he carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed from several feet away. I could hear Jimmy and Julie crying as he kicked the door closed and advanced menacingly toward me.

"What are you going to do to me?" I quaked with fear as his shadow loomed over me.

"The same as any husband would do," he sneered. "Teach you a lesson you'll never forget." I was afraid to ask what that was.

He told me anyway. I "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, you bitch," he snarled. "There's nothing wrong with a woman that a good, strong fuck won't cure." "In other words, you re going to rape your own wife," I summoned the courage to reply.

"If you want to put it that way, go right ahead," he answered. "The only thing a woman understands is a man's cock between her legs. When God made women he gave them a pussy instead of brains." "I'll fight you every inch of the way," I defiantly promised.

"And I'll come visit you in the hospital," he chuckled evilly as he started stripping off his pants.

All of a sudden the focal point of his rage shifted from his contorted face to his throbbing groin. Looming from the center of his loins with a brutish hard-on that was so menacing I didn't recognize it as belonging to the man I'd married. No matter what sexual indignities he'd subjected me to in the past, tonight was going to be infinitely worse.

I closed my legs, trying to seal off his access to my cunt. I might as well have tried to stop a flood by blotting it up with a sponge.

Fred reached down, gripped each of my knees, and pried them apart so that I could hear my hip-joints snap. Abruptly, whether I liked it or not, the corridor to my cunt was wide open. He could have driven a truck up the road to my pussy.

Now he reached in between my quivering thighs and grabbed hold of the crotch of my panties. The ripping sound resonated throughout the room as he brutally exposed my palpitating slit.

"You should see your pussy," he sneered- "It's twitching around even more than the expression on your face. I tried to kick out at him, but he grabbed my ankles and snapped my legs so vigorously that I thought he was going to break them. After a minute of such torture all my strength was gone, and despite my anger I was forced to go limp.

Seizing the opportunity presented by my temporary exhaustion, Fred clutched his enormous hard-on like a spear, and got ready to impale me with it. I turned away so I wouldn't have to watch, but that didn't stop the pain when he abruptly penetrated my tight, dry gash.

It was like sand in there instead of the normal lubricating juice as he whammed away, determined to bury every inch up my bone-dry twat. My screams just made him push harder. He thrived on my pain.

Then, when he was in me to the hilt, he began working on my asshole with his fingers. Two of them punctured the constricted orifice and pulled it apart despite the resistance of my anal sphincter.

After a few moments of forcible widening, he was able to insert a third and fourth digit. Then, when he stuffed his thumb inside, he had his entire hand engorging my aching shit-pit.

As his cock pistoned up my dry fuck-hole, his fingers balled within my rectum. Picking up the rhythm of his prick, he began fist-fucking me in tandem with his brutal rape of my pussy.

At some excruciating point within me, I could feel the thrust of his cock-head colliding through meaninglessly thin membrane with the surge of his knuckles. It felt like I had branding irons inserted simultaneously up my ass and cunt.

Either that, or hot lead! Every impulse in my being made me want to cry out in pain. A prisoner of war would have revealed every military secret they knew under this kind of torture.

But, incredibly, I didn't give in. My self-respect was even more dear to me than my physical well-being.

So, with his fist up my ass and his cock turning my cunt into chop-sucy, I retaliated. My voice was the only remaining instrument of my body over which I had control, so I lacerated him with words.

Hateful, vengeful words. "You pansy," I suppressed the tremor of agony and snarled, "is this the best you can do? Are you sure you re fucking me? I can't even feel you inside me.