THE COP'S WIFE

"I tell you, Tommy boy, I been waiting for this moment a 
long time. Every time I had to get off in my hand or 
some jailhouse punk's mouth, I thought of your wife. I 
can't wait till she gets home." 

"Leave her alone, you bastards!" Officer Tom Barkley 
screamed. He pulled futilely at the handcuffs--his own--
that secured him to the kitchen chair. The effort almost 
caused him to tip over, and the three other men in his 
kitchen laughed uproariously as a frantically attempted 
to right himself. 

There were three of them. One was a white guy, an 
obvious biker type, with long stringy black hair and a 
scraggly Fu Manchu mustache. Tattoos covered his bare 
arms and chest. He was enormously fat, his belly 
drooping over his belt. The other was a stocky Hispanic 
with what looked like a permanent sneer on his face. 

Tom only recognized the biggest and meanest looking one: 
Marcus Dupree, who Tom had arrested five years ago on a 
charge of dealing in cocaine. Dupree was a huge black 
man, almost seven feet tall, with a shaved head and a 
face badly scarred from jailhouse knife fights. He 
seemed to exude a menacing power as he stood up and 
approached Tom. Tom stopped struggling and looked up at 
the man towering over him. 

"Every day you was testifyin' against me," Dupree said 
softly, "I saw your sweet little wife in the audience. 
Was she proud of you, Tommy? Was she proud of you for 
puttin' that badass nigger away? She shore kissed you 
like she was proud." He chuckled. "Wonder if she'd be so 
proud if she knew what you done with my cocaine after 
you put me in th' joint. You get a good price for it, 
Tommy?" 

"I --I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Lying sack o' shit," Dupree sneered. He almost casually 
backhanded Tom, rocking the chair legs back. The two 
other men snickered. Dupree bent down and looked Tom in 
the face. Tom tried not to flinch at the overpowering 
stench of alcohol on the man's breath. "You think I 
don't hear stuff in the joint? I heard you got a couple 
hundred grand for my product. No wonder you got a nice 
house like this on a cop's salary." 

"I can get you the money," Tom said, almost pleadingly. 
"I can pay you back." 

"This ain't about money," Dupree said. "But you are 
gonna pay me back." He gestured at the other two men. 
"After conferrin' with my associates, y'see, I decided 
to change careers. Duke and Tito convinced me that there 
was more money to be made in pussy than in coke. So I 
decided to go in the entertainment business."

"You're a pimp," Tom said contemptuously.

"Not yet," Dupree said amiably. "But soon." 

Suddenly Tom caught his meaning. For a moment, he was 
too shocked to speak. Then he said, "You're crazy. Amy 
would never--" 

The three men laughed again, nastily. "Oh, I think when 
we get done wit' dat bitch, she's gonna be real happy to 
do anything we want her to do," Dupree said. 

At that point, the Hispanic guy spoke up for the first 
time. "Don' you worry, cabron," he said. "We got some 
techniques to make a bitch get industrious." 

Dupree leaned down and leered into Tom's face. "Think 
about it, Tommy-boy. Think about sweet little Amy layin' 
up in a ten-dollar hotel downtown, taking niggers and 
spics down her throat, in that tight little pussy -- but 
that ass is what'll be the big seller, I think. That 
sweet brown hole gonna be a big moneymaker. But don't 
worry, Tommy. Maybe we can arrange for her to do you for 
half-price." 

The three men laughed again, and Tom redoubled his 
efforts to get free. At that moment, there was the 
rattle of a key in the front lock. 

"Amy!" Tom bellowed, "GET--" he was silenced by Marcus' 
big hand clamped over his mouth. Duke and Tito silently 
vanished from the kitchen, heading for the front door as 
Marcus leaned down and whispered in Tom's ear.

"Showtime," he said. 

"Tom?" he heard Amy's voice. "Tom, what's AIEEEEE!" he 
heard a scream, abruptly cut off, and a crash that 
sounded like the coat rack in the front entrance being 
knocked over. There were brief sounds of a struggle, 
then Tom clearly heard Tito's voice. "No noise, puta, or 
you're dead." 

"Man," Tom could hear Duke say. "Marcus wasn't lyin'. 
Look at the tits on this bitch." There was a chuckle, 
then Amy cried out in pain. Tom leaped against his 
cuffs, but only succeeded in cutting his wrists on the 
cruel metal. He heard a sound like cloth ripping, 
followed by a low moan of despair from his wife. 

"What are you bastards doing to her?!" Tom yelled. 

Marcus chuckled. "Cut 'em some slack, Tommy-boy. They 
been in the joint a long time." 

"Tom!" Amy called out. "Tom, are you there? Help me, 
they're -- they're, AAAAH!" 

"Oh, does that hurt, puta?" Tom heard Tito's sneering 
voice say. "Your nipples are sensitive, eh? How about --
this?" Amy squealed in pain. 

"Hey, boys," Marcus called out. "Let the rest of us 
enjoy the show!" 

In a moment, the two men returned. Duke was holding 
Amy's arms pinned behind her and pushing her in front of 
him. Her long curly brown hair was disheveled by her 
struggles, and her big green eyes were wide with pain 
and fear. Her expensive silk blouse had been torn open 
and her bra ripped off to expose her 38DD tits. 

The position in which Duke held her arms caused her 
breasts to thrust out even more prominently, and as Tom 
watched, Tito reached down and gave one of the firm, 
full mounds a vicious squeeze that left Amy whimpering. 

Then the Hispanic man grinned evilly at Tom, turned back 
to Amy, and bent down to take one of her large nipples 
between his lips. Amy squirmed to get away, but Duke 
only laughed at her attempts to escape and held her 
fast. 

Tom tried to turn his head away, but Marcus grabbed his 
chin and yanked his face back towards the horrifying 
scene being played out at the kitchen sink. "Keep yo' 
eyes open, Tommy," Marcus whispered, "Or I'll cut your 
eyelids off." He chuckled. "Don't want ya to miss 
nothin."

Tom gave a sob of anguish and opened his eyes. Tito was 
still sucking at Amy's breasts, slurping like a baby at 
its mother's nipple. Duke was whispering something in 
Amy's ear that caused her to whimper in terror. When the 
biker saw Tom watching, he extended his wet tongue and 
gave a long, sensuous lick to her cheek. 

Tom looked at Amy. There were tears in her eyes and her 
voice was a little girl's plea as she said. "Tom? Help 
me, please, Tom. Don't let them hurt meeeeee--"

Tito released his lip-lock on her breast, stood up, and 
punched her in the stomach as hard as he could. Only 
Duke's vice-like hold on her arms kept her from being 
doubled over by the force of the blow. She gasped for 
breath, the wind knocked completely out of her. 

"See, bitch?" Marcus said. "He cain't do shit for you. 
We gonna do anything we want." He jerked his head 
towards the living room. "Get her in there." 

As Duke and Tito dragged the still-struggling girl past 
him towards the doorway to the kitchen, Marcus turned to 
Tom. "We gonna just let you listen fo' a while, Tommy-
boy. Enjoy the show." 

"Tom?" Amy's voice was rising as they dragged her off. 
"What were they doing!? Help me! Tom? TOM!" Her scream 
was nearly drowned out by the men's laughter as they 
hauled her into the living room.

At first Tom felt a shameful relief at not having to 
watch what the men were doing to his wife. But after a 
few minutes of hearing the sounds coming form the other 
room, he realized the true sadism of Marcus' plan. The 
images put in his head by the sounds were, if anything 
worse than seeing. 

There was the sound of a slap, followed by Amy's cry of 
pain. A grunted "Get her on her knees." Another cry from 
Amy, followed by another plea for Tom to help her. The 
sound of a zipper being pulled down. Amy: "Oh, God --Oh, 
no, please--" then her pleas were muffled as if 
something had been shoved into her mouth. 

Then comments of the other men left no doubt as to what 
that something was: "Yeah, man, fuck that mouth, ram it 
down the bitch's throat!!" and "You like sucking cock, 
whore?" Frantic gagging sounds from Amy. "C'mon, bitch, 
suck that dick!!" and then, "My turn, man, let me have a 
crack at that mouth."

Tom heard a gasp as Amy caught her breath, followed by a 
sob: "Tom --?" Then another groan as another man (Duke?) 
shoved his dick into Amy's unwilling mouth. "Hah! Bet 
your old man ain't got nothin' like that to stick in 
you, huh, whore?" A sound from Amy. "What's that, slut?" 
Marcus taunted. "Tommy Boy ain't got nothin' like that 
for little Amy-slut? Let her answer, Duke." 

Then there was an audible pop as Duke pulled out of her 
mouth. "No," Amy whispered. "Tom's not as big as you." 
The men whooped in delight. 

Tom felt like screaming. She had always said that size 
didn't matter that much and that she was satisfied with 
his four inches. Now she was telling these thugs about 
his endowment, something that had always been a secret 
shame of his. He silently cursed Amy as Duke said "Well 
get back to work on it, bitch!" 

Tom thought he heard a change in Amy's grunts and groans 
around their cocks, as if she was starting to respond. 
No, he thought. I have to be imagining it. But when he 
heard Marcus' silky whisper "Thass right, baby, now you 
getting' into it," he did scream. 

Tom tried to shove the chair towards the open doorway 
between the kitchen and the living room. He managed to 
"walk" the chair legs a few feet. Then he overbalanced 
and tipped over, landing on his side with a crash that 
knocked the breath out of him. But by craning his neck 
slightly, he could see what was going on. 

Amy was on her knees, stripped to the waist. The shreds 
of her blouse were twisted into a kind of rope that 
bound her dainty wrists behind her. Marcus Dupree had 
one of his big hands wrapped in her thick mane of hair 
and he was pulling her mouth back and forth up and down 
the length of his huge prick. Amy's eyes were open and 
she seemed dazed. 

Two men were standing on either side of the bound, 
kneeling girl, their cocks pulled out of their jeans. 
Their huge erect cocks occasionally rubbed against Amy's 
cheeks as they awaited their turns at her mouth. The men 
were mauling Amy's big tits savagely, occasionally 
pausing to administer a harsh twist one of the big brown 
nipples. Each time they did this, Amy let out a sound 
that might have been a moan of pain -"or of pleasure.

As Tom watched, Dupree pulled out of her mouth. She 
whimpered. Dupree used his grip on her hair to turn her 
towards Tito, the Hispanic guy. She obediently opened 
her mouth and took him in. Duke, the biker, got down on 
his knees behind her, gripping her large breasts in both 
hands, pulling and tugging harshly on her nipples. Then 
he snaked one hand down across her flat belly to cup her 
brown-furred pubic mound. He began massaging her velvety 
pussy lips, all the while whispering something in her 
ear that caused her to sob around the cock in her mouth. 

"Hey boys," Duke crowed as he pulled his lips away from 
her ear. "This bitch is dripping wet." Tito threw his 
head back in an exaggerated gesture of pleasure and 
sighed. theatrically. "Ahhhhhhh...." he said. "Keep 
doin' that, bro, she likes it. I can tell by the way she 
sucks." 

Tom sobbed as he saw what Tito meant. Amy was no longer 
passively accepting the cock in her mouth; her lips had 
tightened around his hardness and she was slowly moving 
her head back and forth.

"That's right, puta," he taunted. "Suck it nice an' 
slow. Take your time, baby, we got all night." She 
moaned softly. Tito turned and looked at Tom lying 
helplessly on the floor. "I guess she likes having some 
real cocks to suck for a change, huh, Tommy-boy?" 

The men clapped and jeered as tears ran down Tom's face. 
Finally, Dupree silenced them with a wave. "Get the cunt 
in the bedroom," he ordered. "Tommy and me be in in a 
minute." 

The grinning men yanked her to her feet and marched her 
towards the bedroom, her head down. Dupree pulled out a 
gun and put it to Tom's head. "Now," he said, "we gonna 
go in and watch us a show. I bet she never had it three 
ways at once. This gonna be a real treat for her." He 
used his free hand to unlock Tom's handcuffs. 

Tom lay there on the floor for a moment, staring up at 
Dupree in hatred. Then he heard Amy's scream from the 
bedroom. "Oh. NOOO," she squealed. "Oh, GOD, NO. IT'S 
TOO AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" 

"Damn," Dupree grinned. "Looks like they started without 
us." 

"UNNH! UNNH! UNHNH!" Amy cried, over the sound of 
squeaking bedsprings. Tom was insane with rage. He 
turned to rush at Dupree, but stopped when he saw the 
look in the man's eyes. 

"Go ahead, Tommy," Dupree whispered. "Try it. I'll gut-
shoot you and leave you to bleed to death on the floor. 
And then I'll go in and fuck your wife anyway." Tom 
stopped, cursing himself for being a coward. Dupree 
gestured with the gun. "C'mon," he said. "We missin' the 
show." In a daze, Tom turned and walked into the bedroom 
where the other two men were raping his wife. 

What he saw, however, could no longer be called rape. 
Oh, sure, Tito was kneeling on the bed, holding Amy's 
hands pinned over her head. She was lying crosswise 
across the mattress. Duke was between her legs, his 
pants pulled down around his knees. He was fucking in 
and out of Amy's cunt with harsh, brutal strokes. His 
hands were mauling and squeezing Amy's big tits. 

Amy looked like she was loving it, Tom realized numbly. 
Oh god, she's loving it. There was no denying it. Amy's 
slim legs were wrapped tightly around Duke's broad back 
and her lush hips were pumping, rising to meet his 
thrusts. What was unmistakable, however, was the glazed 
look of pure lust in her green eyes and the soft moans 
of pleasure that spilled from her slack lips. 

Tom had never seen his sweet, demure wife look so 
wanton, so sexually alive. He felt his cock rising to 
its full four inches. Dupree laughed as he saw the 
slight bulge in Tom's pants. 

"I think Tommy-boy's enjoyin' the show," he laughed. He 
took the cuffs out of his pocket. "Kneel on the floor at 
the foot of the bed," he ordered, gesturing with the 
gun. Tom complied, never taking his eyes off the 
spectacle of his wife being fucked by the enormous 
biker. Dupree cuffed one wrist to the brass bedrail at 
the foot of the bed. 

"I'll leave one hand free so you can jack off," he 
smirked. Tom gritted his teeth in shame, but he couldn't 
stop his free hand from going to his crotch, massaging 
his cock through his pants as he watched. Amy was 
squirming with sexual bliss, her head whipping from side 
to side in a frenzy of lust. Tom could hear the wet 
sounds of her aroused pussy as Duke fucked in and out of 
her. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. 

"Shit man," Dupree jeered. "That what you got? No wonder 
this little cunt is so hot. She hungry for some real 
cock." Tears spilled down Tom's cheeks, but he began 
rapidly jacking his cock, never taking his eyes off the 
obscene spectacle before him.

"He likes watching his wife get fucked, I think," Tito 
said. "You like it, too, don't you, puta?" Tito said.

"Yes," Amy whimpered. "Oh God, your thing is so big..." 

Duke raised his hand from her breast and slapped her 
across the face. "My what, whore?" he grated harshly. 

"Your...your p-penis.." 

He slapped her again. "Say it, cunt," he demanded. "Say 
it right like the whore you are." 

"Please," she begged, "Please don't make me say it." 

Grinning sadistically, Duke pulled his cock almost 
completely out of her, leaving only the head stretching 
her cunt lips wide. His thick cock glistened with her 
flowing cunt-juices. 

She looked up at him, her eyes wild with frustration. 
"Please," she begged again. "Please don't stop." 

"Beg for it," Duke ordered. "Beg for me to fuck you with 
my big cock." 

Tears spilled down her face and she shook her head 
frantically. "I can't," she sobbed. "I can't say 
that..." 

"Then I guess you don't want this," he taunted, giving a 
few short thrusts that slipped only an inch or so into 
her sopping wet cunt.

"I do want it, I do, please, oh god, I can't stand it, I 
need it so bad..." She looked up at him. "All right," 
she sobbed, tears of shame spilling down her cheeks. "If 
you want me to beg, I'll beg. Please. Please f-f-fuck me 
with your big c-cock. Your big hard cock. In my cunt. 
Fuck me with your big hard cock in my cunt. Make me cum 
with your big hard cock in my cunt..." the words spilled 
out of her in a torrent, as if they had been pent up for 
years, waiting only for this moment to release them. 

She screamed in pleasure as Duke shoved himself back in 
her hard and began pounded her pussy again. She was so 
wet that the slurping sounds of his cock going in and 
out filled the room. She continued to urge him on with 
the filthy words she had never used in bed with her 
husband. 

"Yes, oh god, fuck me, fuck your whore, make my pussy 
cum with your big hard cock, oh, yes, fuck me, hard, 
hard like that, I need to be fucked so bad, make me, 
make, me, I'm going to, oh god, I'm, I'm, gonna, c-c-c-
I'm CUMMING! CUMMING! GOD! YES! YES! CUMMING SO GOOD ON 
YOUR BIG HARD COCK!" 

Tom groaned and came as well, spurting a load of semen 
into his rapidly pumping hand. Duke gave Amy no quarter. 
He pounded her mercilessly as if he meant to drive her 
through the bed into the floor. 

"Oh, GOD," Amy cried out. -~I'm going to cum 
AGAIIIIIIIIN!" She climaxed again, writhing and groaning 
as Duke's big cock took her to places she had never even 
dreamed of before. 

With a deep grunt, Duke began climaxing as well. His fat 
buttocks jounced and quivered obscenely as he slammed 
down into Tom's orgasming wife. When he was done, she 
lay still, moaning softly as his remaining thrusts shook 
her limp body. 

"Move over, brother," Dupree rumbled. "Lemme get some of 
that." 

"She's a fine piece of tail," Duke said with a smirk. 
Dupree dropped his pants and knelt between Amy's spread 
thighs. She screamed softly when he thrust himself 
inside her and her hips began moving again. 

"Oh, God," she groaned. "It's so good..." 

"Come on, slut," Dupree said. "Work it. Move that ass. I 
know you want Daddy Marcus to make you cum again." 

"Oh, yeah," she grunted, moving her hips more strongly. 
"Make me cum again..." 

"You ever cum like that with your husband?" Dupree 
grunted. 

She shook her head. "I never... oh, god that's good, 
hard like that... I never came with my husband... fuck 
me, Daddy, please, make me cum like he never does..." 

"Shut up," Tom said in an agonized voice, but his pleas 
were drowned out by their hoots of derisive laughter. 

"I know it hurts to hear that, maroon, Tito grinned at 
him. "Let me put something in her mouth so she won't say 
those things no more." He released her arms and dropped 
his own pants. As his cock sprang free, he and Dupree 
shoved Amy across the bed so that her head was hanging 
backwards off the edge, her long curly brown hair 
reaching the floor. She opened her mouth eagerly and 
began sucking as Tito slid his big cock into her mouth. 

Tom's prick sprang to another erection as the two men 
fucked her from either end. She writhed and squirmed 
between them, cupping her own big tits in her hands and 
massaging them roughly. She groaned and sucked eagerly 
at the cock in her mouth. Within moments she was 
obviously climaxing again, her moans turning to muffled 
screams as her hips worked frantically. 

Her orgasmic cries around his cock and the feel of her 
lips working eagerly around his cock off Tito's long-
delayed orgasm and he grunted with pleasure as he pumped 
his cum into her mouth. She tried to swallow, but gagged 
as his spunk overflowed her mouth. It ran down her 
upturned face in sticky white trails as Tito pulled his 
softening cock from her lips. She raised her head and 
looked wild-eyed at the big man fucking her. 

"God, Daddy," she whispered. "You're even bigger than 
the other one... fuck me, Daddy," she begged. "Fuck your 
slut hard... make your slut come." 

"Whose slut?" he grunted. 

Your slut, Daddy, all yours," she promised. "Your slut, 
your whore, your fuck-toy... anything Daddy, anything 
you want...anything, just make me cum again... yes... 
like that... hard, I love it hard, like a slut, fuck me, 
fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEEE!" 

She threw her head back and screamed with another 
orgasm. She rebounded from this one more quickly and 
began fucking him back vigorously. "Oh, God, Daddy," she 
whimpered, her voice hoarse from screaming, "you make it 
last so long...I don't know how much more I can take..." 

"As long as I want it, bitch," he snarled. 

"Yes, Daddy," she said submissively. "Anytime, as long 
as you want it..." Suddenly, she cried out in 
frustration as he pulled out of her. "Turn over," he 
ordered. "Up on your knees. I'm going to fuck that ass. 
I bet Tommy-Boy ain't never done that." 

"No," she moaned as she complied, raising her ass in the 
air. "He's never done that. So please Daddy, let me get 
something to lube myself with. You're so big, I'm afraid 
you'll split me." 

"Okay, baby," Dupree said in a parody of tenderness. 
"You been so good, I'll let you lube up. Duke," he said, 
turning to the big biker. "Take Tommy in the bathroom. 
Let him bring something to lube his wife's ass with."

Duke grinned as he took the handcuff key and unlocked 
the cuffs. He yanked Tom to his feet and half-dragged 
him into the bathroom. "Be quick," he said. "Marcus 
ain't gonna wait long." 

Tom heard his wife groan with pleasure. He looked in the 
bathroom mirror where the bedroom behind him was 
reflected. Dupree had penetrated Amy from behind and was 
fucking her doggy-style. She was pushing her hips back 
against him, moaning as he fucked her.

Tom turned back to the medicine chest. He quickly 
located a jar of Vaseline. "Here," he said in a broken 
whisper. He tried to hand it to Duke. 

"Uh-uh," Duke said. "Marcus said for you to bring it." 

Every time Tom thought there was no way they could 
humiliate him further, they found a way. He shuffled 
back into the bedroom like a sleepwalker, over to the 
bed where his wife was climaxing noisily again on 
another man's cock.

"What you waitin' for, Tommy?" Dupree demanded, "grease 
her up!" 

"Yeah, Tom," he heard Amy's voice saying. He turned his 
head. She was looking up at him. Her sweat-soaked hair 
fell across her face and she lazily brushed it back. 
"You have to lube me, baby," she said. "This is a real 
man, with a real cock. He's going to tear my ass open if 
I'm not lubricated. You don't want me to be hurt, do 
you?" 

Yes, he thought. "No," he said. 

Her sluttish smile was cruel. "So be a good little boy 
and lube me up, will you?" 

Tom took the cap of the Vaseline and coated his fingers 
with it. Dupree slackened his pace, moving his cock in 
and out of Amy slowly as Tom brought his fingers to his 
wife's asshole. He felt the tight rosebud contract with 
each thrust of the big man's cock. Gritting his teeth, 
Tom thrust a finger inside, too angry to be gentle.. 

"Unhh." Amy grunted. "Oh, yeah, baby, that's nice." Tom 
thrust another rough finger in, sawing them in and out 
harshly. "Yeeaunh, unh, unh," Amy groaned with each 
thrust. She squirmed her buttocks back against his 
plunging fingers. Tom had always been gentle, afraid of 
hurting his sweet wife. But it appeared, rough treatment 
was what she had needed and wanted all along. He had 
found out too late. 

"That's good, Tommy," Dupree said finally. "Step back 
now." 

"Thank you, honey," Amy whispered. "Thank you, for 
lubing me up so a real man could fuck me in the ass." 
Duke cuffed Tom back to the foot of the bed. Amy gasped 
as Dupree placed his cock at the entrance of her ass. He 
pushed forward, spreading her lubricated asshole with 
the blunt head of his prick. 

"AaaaaaaAAAAAGH," she cried out as he buried more of 
himself. "Slow, Daddy, please go sloOOOOOOAAAAHH!" she 
screamed as he penetrated her further.

Tom looked on wide-eyed, his hand once again moving on 
his cock. Dupree had only half of his cock buried in 
Amy's greased asshole and she was sobbing in agony. 
There was no way she could... he thrust forward again 
brutally and her ass absorbed his cock to the hilt as if 
swallowing. 

 "AIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Amy screamed. She dropped her head 
to the bed. "Please Daddy," she panted, "please I can't 
it's to biAAAAAGGH!" 

He began fucking in and out of her with slow hard 
strokes. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against 
him causing her to cry out again and again. After a few 
hard strokes, however, she began to quiet. Her cries of 
anguish turned to soft whimpers, then to gasps and moans 
of slowly building arousal. 

"Mmmmmmmhh... MMmmmh...oh....God..." Her buttocks were 
moving in slow circles as Dupree picked up the pace.

"Like it, cunt?" Dupree said. 

"Yes..." she sobbed. "I like it! I like it! Fuck my ass 
harder, Daddy, please..." 

"Told you," Dupree said to his associates. "This ass 
gonna be my biggest moneymaker."

"Yeah, man," Duke agreed. "I got a party scheduled next 
week with the Lobos," he added, naming a local 
motorcycle club. "I think Amy's tight little ass is 
gonna be the main attraction." 

"We'll see how tight it is after a night with the 
Lobos," Tito laughed. Dupree grabbed Amy's hair and 
pulled her head up. "You hear that, baby?" he said. 
"Daddy Marcus is gonna turn your ass out for gangbangs. 
Maybe we make that your specialty until you work off the 
money your hubby stole from me." 

"Yes," Amy said, totally broken. "Anything. I'll fuck 
them all, take them in my ass, squeeze their cum out 
with my asshole..." her obscene recitation was cut off 
by Duke, who shoved his cock back into her mouth. In 
moments she was screaming around his dick as she came 
again. 

They continued to fuck her for almost three hours, 
taking turns and swapping back and forth between Amy's 
mouth, cunt and ass. She writhed and groaned and 
climaxed repeatedly as they penetrated her again and 
again. Finally, they were satiated and she collapsed 
across the bed. The three men got up and pulled their 
pants on, laughing as they went into the kitchen. 

Tom couldn't take his eyes off Amy. The sweet innocent 
young girl he had married was gone. Her hair and face 
were covered with drops of cum. More rivulets of male 
jism leaked from her cunt and asshole. She turned her 
head to look at her husband, kneeling by the foot of the 
bed in a pool of his own cum. He had jacked his cock to 
at least four orgasms as he watched his wife repeatedly 
violated and sodomized. 

"Bitch," Dupree called out from the kitchen, "get in 
here and fix us somethin' to eat." 

Without a word, and without looking at her husband, Amy 
got up and put on a robe. She paused at the door to look 
at him before leaving the room. She left without saying 
anything. Tom, exhausted and miserable, leaned his head 
against the bedstead and slept.

He awoke some time later. The room was dark. He could 
hear the mean laughing and joking in the next room. It 
sounded like they were playing cards. Tom sensed someone 
else near him and turned his head. Amy was kneeling a 
few feet away, just out of his reach. She was naked. 

"I can't believe you," he said, his voice choked with 
emotion. "I can't believe what you did for them." 

She looked at him with contempt. "And what did you do to 
stop them, Tom?" she said bitterly. "What did you do to 
protect me? And I found out, it was you stealing from 
Dupree that's the cause of this. He would have left us 
alone. But now... now..." tears spilled down her face, 
"now I'm his whore. He's going to sell my pussy and 
my... my ass until he's satisfied he's got his money 
back." 

"Didn't look to me like it took much force," Tom 
sneered. "Looks like you liked it." 

"No," she hissed at him. "I didn't like it. I loved it. 
I came like I've never come before. And If you'd been 
half a man, I wouldn't have needed it so bad." She stood 
up, her large breasts jiggling with the motion. "You 
know what I'm going to do now, Tom?" she said looking 
coldly at him.

"Yes Tom, I'm going to go back in there. And I'm going 
to get on my knees for them. I'm going to suck each of 
their cocks, nice and slow, deep into my mouth until 
they hit the back of my throat. And then I'm going to 
ask them.... no, I'm going to beg them to fuck me. In 
here. In front of you. One at a time, two at a time, all 
three, whatever they want, I'll do."

She smiled cruelly at him and continued, "And you can 
jack off while you watch. Assuming you can get it up 
again. And when they're satisfied again, I'm going to 
leave with them. But I'll be back, Tom," she said. "When 
they're done with me tonight, I'll be back. And I'll 
tell you about every cock I've sucked and fucked. For 
money. His money that you stole." 

There were fresh tears on her face. "Was it worth it, 
Tommy?" she said with a trace of bitterness. "Was it 
worth the money?" 

Tom just shook his head, tears running down his face as 
she went back out to the kitchen.