At My Brother-in-law's Mercy, Part 1 To understand my predicament you have to understand one thing: I love my husband very, very much. I would do anything to make him happy. We've been happily married for six years. My husband, John, has his own buisness and recently he gave his older brother Ian a job. Ian has been abroad for the past three years. He was living with his girlfriend in Denmark but they split up and he decided to come back to England. John has always worshiped Ian and at once offered him a job and our spare room. This was the first time I had met Ian and he seemed pleasent enough. It's easy to see the family resemblance but whereas my husband is as open and honest as daylight, Ian has a more crueler and secretive cast to his features. Although they both work together they don't always go to work together. One of their major clients lives in the city about an hour's drive away and likes to have either early morning or late evening meetings. This means that around three times a week my husband has to either leave at seven in the morning or come home around eight in the evening. Yesterday was one of the mornings he had to leave early. He tried to get up without disturbing me, as usual, but I was already awake. When he noticed he came back to kiss me and with very little presuading returned to bed to make love to me. The only thing in our marriage that isn't perfect is our sex life. For some reason my husband can't bring me to orgasm. We've tried various different methods but now we just accept it. Sometimes he helps me use a vibrator or watches me masturbate but it's become that we just accept that he is the only one who will orgasm. I don't mind since it feels pleasureable and I love giving him pleasure. Once John had left I was still turned on so I got my vibrator and used that to bring myself to climax. We try to be quiet about our lovemaking as Ian is in the next room but he has never said anything. I was almost asleep again when I felt a cool draft as the covers were lifted. For a moment I thought John had returned for some reason but when I rolled over I could see in the dim light creeping under the curtains that it was Ian lying next to me in the bed. I was still befuddled with drouwsiness and before I could react he was laying on top of me. The feel of his naked flesh on mine quickly brought me to a realisation of the situation and I tried to push him away. He grinned at me and hooked his hands under my shoulders and let me struggle. His weight was pressing me down into the matterass and I couldn't move him. Even worse, the more I struggled, the more I became aware that he was aroused. "What are you doing?" I asked. "That's a stupid question," he said. "What do you think I'm doing. I'm horny and I'm bored with jerking off. I want a nice juicy cunt so I came in here." "I'm your sister-in-law!" I said. "You can't do this to me." "Who's going to stop me?" he asked. "There's no one else here. You can scream if you want but I don't see anyone breaking in to save you. And as you can see I'm much stronger than you." "If you rape me I'll report you to the police," I told him. "Well you could do that. But how is John going to feel if you do that?" "What do you mean?" "I think if you claim I raped you John would be devastated. His wife and his brother. And he wouldn't know who to believe, especially after I tell him how you seduced me. Even if he does try to believe you he would never be sure. I would, of course, describe in great detail how you came, something you never do with him. Oh yes, if you tell him I think you might just ruin his life." There was nothing I could say. Every word was true. "Don't you care about John?" I asked at last. "You don't really want to hurt him like that." "I won't be the one hurting him, you will be. I just want to fuck. If you don't say anything, no one will get hurt." "Except me." "Oh I'll make sure you have a good time," he said, and then he kissed me. It wasn't a nice gentle kiss like John's kisses are. Instead he ground his mouth roughly against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He pushed his tongue in and out of my mouth while his hips pushed against mine in a similar rymthm. I tried again to throw him off and this time I managed to get him half off me. I tried to sramble out of the bed but he caught me and threw me back down. He grabbed my knees and forced them apart, wedging his torso in between my thighs. I could feel some of the coarse hairs around his belly button tickling my clit. With my legs splayed his skin was pressed against my pussy. I was still wet from the orgasm I had had with the vibrator and I knew he could feel it. I pushed and thumped him with my fists but he ignored my struggles and grabbed my breasts. He wasn't anymore gentle with them than he had been with my mouth. He squeezed and kneaded them but to my shame my nipples grew hard. He twisted them between his fingers and I gave an involuntary moan. He began sucking them each in turn into his mouth, ocasionally blowing across them first. The warm heat of his mouth felt so good I soon forgot to struggle. He would cruelly graze my nipple with his tongue, then gently swirl his tongue across it. The sensations he produced were so pleasureable I was moaning and tugging at his hair to encourage him and I was instinctively thrusting my hips aginst him. He paused and looked triumphantly at me and I realised what I was doing. "You've got great tits, sister-in-law," he said. "I've been looking at them for ages wondering what they would be like. They're not massive but they're just the right size. And you've got the biggest nipples I've ever seen." I began to fight him again, even shouting and screaming for help. He just laughed and started squeezing my breasts again, nipping and biting them and trying to suck the entire mound into his mouth. He even squeezed them hard together and tried to get them both in his mouth at once. Although he was being rough he was still somehow giving me pleasure and it was difficult to keep resisting him. Taking me by surprise he suddenly turned round and knelt over me. His head was now between my thighs and his cock was swinging in my face. It looked so different to John's Ians was noticeably shorter and thicker and a much darker red in colour. At the thought of it plunging into me I felt a thrill of mingled terror and antcipation that produced a flood of moisture between my legs. The next moment I stiffened in shock as Ian's mouth dived on my pussy and bagan sucking and licking. His hands were on my thighs, forcing them wide apart so I was completely open and at his mercy. He didn't show any mercy though, as he relentlessly used his tongue, first on my clit, then in my cunt. He flicked and swilred and jabbed with it, and even used his teeth on my clit in a similar fashion to the way he had treated my nipples. I was still shouting and thrashing around on the bed but I no longer knew if it was fron fear or pleasure. Then the mindlessness of an orgasm swept through me and my body shook under a torrent of pleasure such as I had never known. I was limp when it had gone but Ian hadn't finished with me yet. He turned back round and, grabbing my hips, thrust his cock deep into my cunt. I don't know how to describe the sensation. He seemed to fill and stretch me. I could feel him throbbing deep inside me and it seemed to echo the tremors still shaking me. He began to relentlessly thrust into me, seeming to go deeper each time. I could feel another orgasm beginning as he fucked me harder and harder. Then I came, my back arching off the materass. I was dimly aware that he was coming to, pumping deep inside me. He collasped on top of me, both our bodies trembling and covered in sweat. At last he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me sprawled on the bed. When he had left to go to the office I had a long shower and changed the bed. I tried to forget what had happened but the remaining tremors in my body wouldn't let me. I knew I wouldn't say anything to John, or the police. I had no proof and I was too afraid that John might ask me at some point if I had enjoyed it. He can always tell when I'm lying so I wouldn't be able to deny the pleasure I had found in being fucked by his brother. So I have been pretending that nothing happened. Until tonight. John has another early morning meeting tomorrow and Ian just whispered in my ear: "I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow morning, bright and early. I'm getting hard already." I wish I could believe he was joking but I don't think he is. I'm afraid he's going to fuck me again tomorrow and there's nothing I can do about it
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 2 I lay awake all night, trying to think what to do. I couldn't help remembering the last time my brother-in-law had raped me. I'd tried hard to forget it had ever happened but it had been difficult. Now he was threatening to do it again. I had to find some way to stop him. The alarm went off at six and my husband rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. By the time he returned I had come up with a plan. He was quietly getting dressed when I startled him by saying 'John, could I come with you this morning?' 'I'm sorry, baby, did I wake you up?' he asked, 'I was trying to be as quiet asI could.' 'No, I was already awake.' 'Oh, OK. Now what's this about coming with me? You couldn't come to the meeting. What would you do for half an hour? Just sit in the car?' 'Yes, or go for a walk or something. I just thought it would be nice to have some time together with just the two of us.' 'It does sound like a nice idea. If you're sure you want to I'd love it. You'd best get a move on though, I have to leave in ten minutes.' By the time John dropped me back at the house I was feeling very pleased with myself. I had had a lovely time with my husband and I had foiled any plans of Ian's to rape me. Hopefully he would get the message that I wouldn't co-operate with his perverted scheme. The two men returned home together and I could tell at once that Ian was furious with me. The first chance he got to speak to me alone he grabbed my hair and pulled my face close to his. 'You are going to regret avoiding me this morning. You are going to regret it very much.' 'I'm not scared of you, you bastard.' I told him. 'Well that shows what a stupid bitch you are, doesn't it.' he snarled, and he cruelly twisted my nipples before pushing me away. I tried to tell myself he was just threatening me because he was annoyed but I soon found out he meant every word. About three days later I was just finishing dusting the sitting room when I heard the front door open and close. It was about the time the men usually returned home from work so I headed to the hall to welcome my husband. The next moment my brother-in-law came through the sitting room door and grabbed my arms and bent me over the back of the sofa. 'What the hell are you doing?' I cried, trying to struggle free. 'Where's John?' 'He's had to go into the city for a meeting. It's just you and me, babe.' Ian told me. I tried to struggle even harder but it was impossible. He shifted me so that my feet were no longer on the ground. All my weight was on my stomach which had the sofa back digging into it, making it hard to breath. He fumbled open my bra and pulled it and my top over my head and tangled them around my arms. The he pushed my skirt up around my waist and ripped my knickers off. I tried to kick him but he just forced hi way between my thighs so I couldn't get the right angle. He then smacked me hard on my exposed bottom. I cried out with the pain, which made him laugh and smack me several more times. When he stopped my bottom was stinging and I was gulping back tears. He reached forward and grabbed my hair, twisting my head so he could look into my face. 'That's your punishment for avoiding me. Don't do it again. Now guess what's going to happen.' For a moment I had a wild hope that he was going to let me go. He must have been able to tell because he gave a loud laugh. 'I'm going to fuck your brains out bitch.' he snarled. He let go of my hair and grabbed my legs, pushing them apart. He used his thumbs to spread my pussy lips wide, then he drove his cock into me in one brutal movement. I was completely unprepared and it felt like he was ripping me apart. I screamed and tried desperately to get away but it was impossible. He pulled back and slammed ruthlessly back into me, chuckling when I screamed again. He reached forward and found my breasts and began squeezing and pinching them in time to his relentless thrusts. I could hear myself crying and begging him to stop but all I was conscious of was the feel of his cock stretching my cunt as he pounded away. Then to my horror I began to feel tendrils of pleasure, beginning from my breasts and rapidly spreading to my cunt. Some part of me was enjoying being used like this. I tried to fight it but it just seemed to intensify the feelings that were a strange mixture of pain and pleasure. I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed when he came. I lay across the sofa back, exhausted and ashamed. I could still feel small twitches through my muscles and knew that I had almost come. I felt Ian pull out of me then heard him walking round the sofa. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, thrusting his cock in my face. 'Clean me up.' he ordered. 'What?' I exclaimed, unable to believe he meant it. His cock was still semi-hard and covered with cum. My hands were still twisted up my back and entangled in my clothes and my feet were off the ground so I was helpless to move. 'Lick my cock clean, bitch. You'd better hurry or some of it's going to drip on your sofa. Won't that make a nice stain?' To my horror he was right. I had no choice but to comply with his orders. I had occasionally given my husband a blow-job but it wasn't something I particularly enjoyed. Reluctantly I began to lick at Ian's cock, cleaning the juices off. The taste was just as bad as I remembered but it soon became obvious that Ian was enjoying it very much. His cock gradually became hard again and soon he was holding my head still and thrusting it into my mouth. He pushed harder and further until it felt as if I was going to choke. I moaned and tried to pull away but he was holding me too tightly. My moans drew his attention though and he stopped. 'I was getting a bit carried away there wasn't I?' he asked. 'I'm glad you stopped me. After all we're not finished yet.' Before I had chance to comprehend what he was saying he had walked back round the sofa and pulled me to my feet. My legs were weak and trembling and I staggered and had to hold onto him to steady myself. He took advantage of my momentary dizziness to completely remove the rest of my clothes and drag me into the hall. He pushed me up against the closed kitchen door and took his own clothes off. 'Just to make sure you understand the situation, I'll explain a few things for you. I'm still horny and I want to fuck again. However since I've just come it's going to take longer this time for me to get off. Your husband is going to be coming through that door in just over half an hour. I'm not stopping until I've come. So unless you want the first thing your husband to see when he walks through the door is his beloved wife and brother fucking like rabbits I suggest you do everything you can to bring me to orgasm.' To my horror I realised he was serious. I tried to think of someway out of my predicament but I was trapped. 'Please don't.' I whispered, 'please.' 'Begging isn't going to change my mind but it my turn me off, you don't want that after you did such a good job of sucking me off do you. Come on, let's get fucking. After all time's ticking away.' Reluctantly I co-operated as he lifted me up against the door and slid his cock inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to his shoulders as he supported me by holding my bottom. To my shame it felt wonderful. My cunt was still slick with his cum so he slid in easily. This time the stretching felt wonderful, like I was being completely filled. With my back braced against the door we began to move together. I could feel the pleasure start up again inside me and struggled to hide it. My clit was pressed against his skin and every movement rubbed against it with occasionally a stray hair adding an extra sensation. I closed my eyes and tried not to moan with pleasure. 'Give me a tit.' he ordered me. Flushing with humiliation I used a hand to push my breast close to his mouth. He smirked at me, enjoying my embarrassment, before attacking my nipples with his mouth. He wasn't gentle but he was through, tugging it deep into his mouth before using his tongue and teeth on it. It was all I needed to send me over the edge. My hips moved faster and my nails dug into his back as I orgasmed. My cunt clenched around his fat cock and I could hear myself gasping and shouting out loud. Gradually the spasms slowed and I opened my eyes to see Ian smirking knowingly at me. He was still hard and he kept thrusting away. He removed a hand from my bottom so I had to cling even closer to him and began to massage my clit. 'You are such an easy lay.' he said, make me flush with shame. 'Give me that other tit, lets see how quickly you'll come again.' Even as I compiled I could feel my insides tightening again. It felt like only moments before I was coming, shouting as he thrust in time with my spasms. My orgasm lasted even longer this time and still he hadn't come. This time when I had finished he pulled out of me and went to sit on the stairs. He beckoned me over and made me straddle him. He pushed on my hips until I lowered them enough to impale my cunt on his fat cock. We were right next to the window and anyone coming down the path would have a clear view of us. At the back of my mind I knew time was running out before my husband came home. My whole body seemed concentrated on the waves of pleasure that were centred on my pussy. I didn't need much encouragement to begin to ride him, sliding his cock in and out of my eager cunt. He had easy access to my breasts and I encouraged him with little moans and gasps, as he played with them, thrusting them deeper into his mouth. The rougher he was the more I seemed to enjoy it and I came twice more before eventually he grabbed my hips and came himself, thrusting savagely into me. I lay against him as the sweat cooled on our bodies and the full shame of my behaviour hit me. I scrambled up, collected my clothes and ran upstairs to the bathroom. I was scrubbing furiously at my body when Ian strolled in. He was naked still with his clothes draped over his arm. 'Well bitch, I told you I'd teach you a lesson. The next time John goes to work early I expect to find you laying in that bed with your legs wide open ready to be fucked.' He turned and walked away leaving me ashamed and desperate thinking how to escape from this situation.
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 3 After my last humiliating encounter with my brother-in-law I'd tried to avoid him. I felt violated and ashamed, especially about the way I had responded to him. My husband noticed I wasn't myself but I fobbed off with the excuse that I had a touch of 'flu. Then, just to complicate matters, my husband made love to me one night and for the first time brought me to orgasm. Our love-making was nothing like Ian's assaults on my body and my orgasm was on a fraction of the ones I had experienced with Ian. Nethertheless it was special because it was with my husband. He was so pleased and proud that he had at last managed to give me an orgasm but a little voice at the back of my mind wondered if Ian's rape had contributed something to this. I knew if John ever found out about Ian raping me that would be the conclusion he would draw and it was one more reason why I could never tell him about Ian's attacks. Neither was there any possible way I could go to the police without John finding out. I wasn't physically strong enough to fight Ian off. I began working out every day at the gym to try and build muscle but Ian was taller and heavier than I and it was unlikely I'd ever be able to win against him. I casually suggested to my husband that I should start taking self defence lessons of some kind. He wasn't opposed to the idea until we went to look at some of the clubs. They all seemed to be in rough areas and more geared towards teaching people to injure each other rather than defend yourself. Then Ian heard what we were looking into and offered to teach me the basics at home. He claimed to have taken classes in several different martial arts for several years so that was the end of that idea. I was still trying to think of a way out of my situation when Ian attacked again. I hadn't realised that John had another of his early morning meetings until I heard the front door closing and realised he wasn't besides me in bed. I was still half asleep and it hadn't sunk in before the bedroom door crashed open and Ian hit the light switch. Dazzled by the sudden light I was to busy shielding my eyes to fully comprehend the situation by which time Ian had tossed the covers aside and had my t-shirt pushed over my head. He attacked my breasts like he was starving and they were the first food he had seen in days. I began struggling and thumping him but he easily brushed my blows away and continued. Already my body was responding, my nipples hardening and my insides tightening. Desperately I brought my knee up with all my strength. It caught him in the stomach and he momentarily rolled off me, gasping for breath. I somehow scrambled out of the bed and half ran half fell down the stairs. I heard Ian's roar of anger and could hear his feet thudding down the stairs behind me. I fled into the kitchen and grabbed my biggest knife from the block on the side. I whirled round and as Ian came towards me jabbed it at him. He stopped and quickly stepped back out of reach. For a moment things were at an impasse. I held onto the counter-top while I tried to get my breath back, the knife gripped tight in my hand. I could see him thinking but I was totally unprepared for what he did next. He took a step forward until the knife tip was resting against his chest and grinned at me. 'If you want to use that knife, go ahead. However you're going to have to seriously injure me to stop me fucking you. In fact you'll probably have to kill me. How are you going to explain that away. And even if you just cut me you'll still have to explain to John why. If he asks me you know I'll tell him the truth, or at least my version of it. Is that really what you want?' I started at him like a memorised rabbit. If he had attacked me I would probably defended myself with the knife in the heat of the moment. But he had calmed the situation down and made me look at the consequences. 'Come on decide.' he demanded and moved my hand so the knife was resting against his throat. 'Either kill me or put the knife down and come upstairs.' Feeling more trapped than ever I slowly put the knife down on the counter and let him lead me back to the bedroom. There seemed little point in resisting him when he pushed me down on the bed and dived between my legs. He used his mouth on my clit and cunt but somehow my whole body felt numb with despair. It felt as if he was doing it to someone else and I was just watching. He didn't seem to notice and soon he positioned me on my hands and knees and began fucking me from behind. He had barely started when the sound of the front door being unlocked jerked me back to an awareness of my surroundings. For some reason John had returned. I couldn't let him walk in and find me being fucked by his brother. I quickly pulled away from Ian and hurried into the hall. John must have heard my footsteps and he put his head round the corner of the stairs and looked up at me. I leant over the banister, striving to appear normal. 'Morning darling,' John whispered, 'I didn't mean to wake you. Can you believe it, I forgot my briefcase.' 'Won't you be too late for your meeting now?' I whispered back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ian quietly walking towards me. I tried to concentrate on John's explanation of how he had phoned to explain and the meeting was still on. Ian had reached the hall and sunk to his knees besides me. He put his hands on my thighs and began forcing them apart. I tried to stop him but I was more concerned with John not noticing something was wrong. I gave some reply to John's explanation but most of my attention was on Ian. He had succeeded in opening my legs and was now using his tongue to torment my cunt while his fingers played with my clit. I tried to concentrate on what John was saying but it was so difficult. I wanted to squirm and moan and the pleasure being generated by Ian's assault on my pussy fizzed through me. Then to my alarm I realised that John was coming up the stairs to kiss me goodbye. I leaned further over the banisters to kiss him so he wouldn't come to the top and see what his brother was doing, even though this gave Ian even more access to my pussy. John smiled as my breasts swung towards him and he caressed them gently as he kissed my mouth. It was too much and I couldn't help giving a moan. John was surprised and pleased by my response and gave each nipple a gentle kiss. I moaned again as my nipples hardened and Ian intensified his actions on my pussy. John nuzzled my breasts some more, whispering the intimate things husbands and wives say when they're making love, before kissing me again. I kissed him back desperately, aware that I was close to the edge of orgasm. 'I wish I could stay and play,' John whispered reluctantly, 'but I'm already late and I have to go. We'll go to bed early tonight and fool around, OK. Now you'd better hurry back to bed before we wake Ian up. Think how embarrassed you would be if he came out here and caught you with no clothes on.' He gave me one last kiss and caress of my breasts, unaware that his brother had two fingers pounding in and out of my cunt while he sucked on my clit. I didn't know if I was glad or sorry to see John go. The moment the door closed behind John Ian stood up and pushed his cock into my dripping cunt. I braced myself against the banister and met every thrust. I dimly heard our car start up as the first wave of orgasm hit me. Ian came too and collapsed against me. I could feel him laughing against me but I was beyond caring. Even though I had just come it wasn't enough. When Ian pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock in my face I didn't hesitate. I went to work licking and sucking, needing it hard again. I didn't make even token resistance when Ian led me back to the bed and pulled me on top of him. I rode him like a wild animal, grinding my clit against him and impaling my cunt repeatedly on his cock as orgasm after orgasm hit me. At last the orgasms grew shorter and I collapsed on the bed, hardly aware of whether Ian had come again or not. 'Well you're starting to get the hang of this fucking business, aren't you.' Ian said, sounding very smug. 'Are we going to have an end of this fighting me off now?' 'What do you mean?' I asked wearily. 'Well I'm getting tired of having to fight you before I fuck you. I want you to do what I say from now on without arguments or resistance. If you don't I'll tell John exactly what happened today. I'll tell him that while he was kissing his beloved wife I had my tongue up her cunt and five minutes later we fucking each other senseless.' 'I've had enough of you and your threats.' I said, dredging up some defiance from somewhere. 'Go ahead and tell him what you want. I'll tell him you're making the whole thing up because you're jealous of our happiness after the mess you made of your relationship. I think he'll believe me.' Ian slapped me hard across the face, knocking me across the bed. He grabbed my hair, pulling me close to his face. 'Listen you little bitch, he'll believe me. I could hear every word he said to you, include all his little pet names for your tits and your cunt. How are you going to explain that away?' He had trapped me again with his logic. Still I was trying to think of a way out. 'You want me to let you rape me without fighting you?' I asked slowly while thinking as fast as I could. 'Is it still rape when you enjoy it so much like the slut you are?' he asked, sneering at me. 'If I don't want you to do it then it's rape.' I snapped back. 'What do I get out of this deal?' 'Apart from me not spilling the beans to John and about five or six orgasms every time we fuck? What else do you want?' 'I'll co-operate on the condition that you move out within a month.' I told him. Once he was no longer living here I knew it would be easy enough to make sure I was never alone with him again. It was the only way out of the situation I could see. 'I think I can live with that. You be my sex slave and I'll be out by the end of the month. Deal.' 'Deal' I agreed. 'OK. From now on when John goes to work early I expect you to crawl into my bed and wake me up by sucking my cock. The first thing I want to see when I open my eyes is your pussy. Got it? No more arguing and fighting, you just do what I say from now on. Now come suck me clean, I'm going to be late.' Hoping desperately that I had done the best thing possible I obeyed.
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part 4 I didn't know how to look John in the face when he returned that evening. When he suggested we get an early night all I could see was the smirk on Ian's face. My face still felt sore from when Ian had slapped me and I was so tired. It was difficult to raise any enthusiasm for more sex. John made love to me slowly and gently. He stroked his hands along my body, each touch a gentle caress reminding me how much I loved him. Afterwards he held me close and told me how much he loved me and I knew I was so lucky to have him. For his sake I could endure his brother's abuse for four weeks. Nether-the-less I was dreading the next time my husband had to go to an early morning meeting. It didn't happen for a few days and the tension of waiting got to me. I was irritable and spent long hours down the gym trying to work my tensions away. Eventually John told me one evening that he had an early morning meeting the next day. I saw the self satisfied grin on Ian's face and wished wholeheartedly I could slap it away. I lay in bed pretending to be asleep as John got dressed and left. I waited until I heard the car start up and pull away before reluctantly going into Ian's bedroom. He seemed to be asleep but there was no real way to tell. Following his instructions I crept into bed besides him. I knelt across his shoulders and felt around under the covers until I located his cock. It was soft and wrinkled. I sucked it into my mouth but it was difficult to keep it in because it was so floppy. Fortunately it started to get hard. I concentrated on sucking it, sliding it in and out of my mouth as it hardened. I heard Ian give a small grunt, then his hands were on my bottom and I knew he was definitely awake. It was hard to breathe under the covers and I had to keep swallowing hard so I didn't dribble onto him. He was pushing my hips, urging me to move faster. He was thrusting upwards with his hips, driving his cock so far into my mouth I started to gag. His hands were between my thighs, his thumb rubbing my clit and a finger stabbing at my cunt. I could feel myself starting to get wet and respond to him. I didn't want that. I went to work faster on his cock. I sucked as hard as I could and ran my tongue around the head. Pre-cum was oozing out of it and it tasted horrible but I kept going. I was hoping that if I made him come soon enough he wouldn't have time to get me aroused. My breasts were grazing against his stomach each time I lurched forward and the friction against my sensitive nipples was exquisite torture. My legs were starting to tremble and I was finding it harder to resist when I felt his body tense. I knew he was about to come and tried to pull back but he put one hand on my head and the other on my back and held me down while he thrust his cock deep into my mouth. I felt it jerk as he came and my mouth was flooded with his cum. It was thick and tasted even worse than the pre-cum. I struggled to get away but he held me there until he finished coming. As soon as he released me I sat up, spluttering and trying to spit out the cum I hadn't swallowed. It had overflowed all over my chin and neck leaving a sticky trail. For some reason Ian seemed annoyed instead of pleased that I had obeyed him. He grabbed my hair and pulled me close while he shouted at me. 'What the hell do you think you're doing, bitch? You swallow all my spunk and say thank you. I don't ever want to see you spit it out again. Do you understand? Go get something to clean up the mess you've made. You've got it all over me and the sheet.' I hurried into the bathroom and returned with tissues and a cloth. He glared at me while I mopped up as much as I could from the sheet and wiped his body clean. When I disposed of the tissue down the toilet I took the opportunity to clean myself up and brush my teeth to try to get rid of the lingering taste. I didn't realise Ian had entered the bathroom before he grabbed my shoulder and span me round to face him. 'You don't learn do you, you stupid cow. I didn't say you could clean yourself up. And I told you that you have to be grateful when I fill your mouth with spunk, not try to get rid of it. I'm going to have to teach you a lesson.' He grabbed hold of me and dragged me back to the bed. He sat down and pulled me face down across his knees. He forced one hand between my legs. His fingers found my clit and began tweaking it while his thumb easily slid into my cunt, which was still wet from his earlier attentions. Then he began smacking me. Each time his hand landed on my bottom he thrust his thumb deep inside me. The wave of pain from my bruised skin was strangely echoed by the wave of pleasure coming from my pussy. I moaned and squirmed not knowing which hand was causing the strongest sensation. My breasts were pressed against the bedcover and as I squirmed my nipples hardened, adding to the sensations colliding in my body. The blows on my bottom were hard and stinging and I knew my skin must be red. I didn't know if I was trying to pull away from the smacks or if I was trying to push down on the thumb. Inevitably an orgasm hit me and I screamed as it shuddered through my body. Ian pushed me off his knee as I collapsed limp and exhausted. I was half knelt on the floor, half-lying on the bed. He crouched behind me and positioned his cock against my pussy lips. Then he plunged into me, his balls slapping against my clit. He kneaded my sore bottom as he pounded his cock into my cunt and I could hear myself whimpering. I had forgotten just how fat his cock was and how it stretched my cunt. He shoved his hands under me and found my breasts. The way he kneaded them as they were squashed against the bed was painful so I raised myself up on my elbows. He gave a grunt of satisfaction and went to work on my breasts. He pulled and pinched my nipples roughly but perversely by body enjoyed it. Another orgasm hit me and I bit hard on my lip to keep from yelling out loud. Still he hammered his cock into my cunt. I could hear my pussy juices squelching as he rammed in and out and feel them trickling between my swollen lips and clit. Another orgasm took me and still he kept going. At last I felt him stiffen and jerk inside me. It was enough to trigger another orgasm for me and our gasps and moans mingled together as our juices mingled in my cunt. He pulled off me and gave me a final slap on my reddened bottom. He pulled on a dressing gown and went downstairs. I could hear him watching TV while he ate his breakfast. I crept into the bathroom on trembling legs, cursing my body's betrayal. I went back to my own bed and curled up on top of the bed, hating the quivers I could still feel inside me. Ian came upstairs and found me there. 'Come on, I want you to wash me,' he ordered. Reluctantly I followed him into the bathroom and stepped into the bath with him. He turned the shower on and pulled me under the spray. 'Get your tits all soapy and rub it onto me,' he ordered. Obediently I worked up some lather and worked it into my breasts. Then I began rubbing his body. My skin was still sensitised and the combination of the slick soap and his rough body hair drove me crazy. I moaned and pressed myself close against him. He guided me around his upper body, clearly enjoying himself. I used the soap to renew the lather then he pushed me to my knees. I ran his legs up and down my cleavage with his co-operation. His foot was between my thighs and I realised I was grinding my pussy against it. Ashamed I straightened up. I began to stand again but Ian made me sit on the side of the bath. He placed his cock between my breasts, squeezed them around it and began thrusting. 'Lick the head,' he groaned as he pumped. Each time the fat purple head popped out from between my breasts I swiped my tongue across it. The flow of water from the shower and the soap from my skin combined to combat the taste of the pre-cum. His thumbs were rubbing across my nipples as he regularly squeezed my breasts in time with each thrust of his hips. I found myself thinking that I would have to try this with John and immediately felt ashamed. I wasn't supposed to enjoy Ian's treatment of me. Before I had a chance to sort out my confused thoughts Ian jerked me to me feet. He looped my knee over his arm and pushed me up against the wall. His cock slid into my eager cunt and I braced my free foot against the bath rim as he settled into a steady rhythm. With my legs wide spread my clit was fully exposed to the friction of his skin. His mouth was on my nipples, the heat of it in contrast to the cool water pattering down on us from the shower. An orgasm crashed through me and I lost control, bucking wildly against him and yelling out loud, my nails digging into his shoulders. As soon as one orgasm died another started and I writhed helplessly against him as his thrusting cock caused one after another to twist my body until eventually he came and at last stopped. I slid down and sat on the bottom of the bath as he finished his shower, lacking the strength to move. By the time he got out and started towelling himself my breathing had slowed to it's regular rhythm. 'Well you're starting to get the hang of being my sex slave,' he said smugly. 'I'm keeping my end of the bargain,' I reminded him. 'I want to see some evidence that you're keeping your end.' 'OK, I'll phone some agents today. Are you sure you want me to go? Who's going to teach you how to fuck if I'm not around, hmm? Who's going to make you scream when you come for the twentieth time?' 'John and I don't fuck, we make love. And you can make me come as many times as you like but you'll never know what making love is like. All you know is fucking. I feel sorry for you.' He glared at me. 'You're a fucking bitch. I don't give a fuck about 'making love'. Just make sure you spread your legs whenever I tell you.' I was pleased I'd annoyed him. 'Yes master,' I drawled sarcastically, and laughed as he stamped out of the bathroom. I might have agreed to let him fuck me but no one said I had to be nice to him. I just hoped he didn't take his revenge next time John was away
At My Brother-in-law's Mercy, Part 5 Inevitably an evening arrived when John had to work late. I sat on the sofa, tense with nerves, dreading Ian's arrival. The moment he walked in it was obvious he was in a bad mood. He slumped down in a chair and closed his eyes. I waited, wondering how his mood was going to effect his treatment of me. He opened his eyes and looked at me. 'I've had a horrible day and I don't want any messing about from you. Get your clothes off and come here and give me a blowjob. I need some kind of tension relief.' Reluctantly I obeyed. He had kept his side of the bargain so far and I didn't want to do anything to spoil things. He had come home with an armful of estate agents details and told John he was planning to move out at the end of the month. John had been upset that he was leaving in such a short period of time and I tried to imitate his sorrow. He confided to me in bed that night that he would like our privacy back but that he would miss his brother a lot. I echoed his sentiments wholeheartedly although I would miss Ian for totally different reasons from John. So all I had to do was to get through the next three weeks and this torment would be over. With these thoughts running through my head I stripped off my clothes and dropped to my knees in front of Ian. I slid his fat cock into my mouth and began bobbing my head up and down, sucking as hard as I could. 'Try to use a little imagination,' Ian snapped. 'Lick and suck along the sides and use your tongue on the head. And be careful with your teeth.' I counted to ten mentally and managed not to yell back at him. I attempted to follow his directions and soon found myself warming to my task. I could tell by Ian's reactions when he was enjoying my actions. I hadn't realised that there were some many ways to give a man pleasure using my mouth. I took notes and decided that the next time John and I had time to fool around I would experiment a bit to see what he liked. The pre-cum still tasted disgusting but I found that I could usually smear it out of the way with my lips before it reached my tongue. Ian wasn't speaking or touching me and I could almost forget it was him I was pleasuring. I heard his breathing quicken and knew he was about to come. Remembering last time I reluctantly slid him as far into my mouth as I could and tried to swallow. My mouth was filled with warm cum, overflowing and dripping down my chin. It tasted as vile as I remembered and I struggled not to let my distaste show on my face. Ian leaned back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face, his cock rapidly growing limp. 'I'll get some tissue.' I offered and he made no objection. I hurried into the kitchen and as discreetly as possible rinsed my mouth out. When I returned to the sitting room Ian had the TV on. I cleaned the lingering damp traces from him as unobtrusively as possible and retreated to the sofa. He seemed to be engrossed in an episode of Star Trek and I could hardly believe my luck. I could handle giving him blowjobs whenever he wanted. Maybe the novelty of abusing me had worn off. Just as I was beginning to relax he spoke. 'I haven't finished with you yet. Lay down next to the TV and play with yourself.' I gaped at him in disbelief. After his order he had gone back to watching activities on the Enterprise. Reluctant to annoy him I unwillingly crawled over to the TV. I slid my hand between my legs and half-heartedly started rubbing my pussy. 'I want to watch,' Ian told me. 'Come on, spread your legs. I want to see fingers diving into your cunt and plenty of nipple sucking.' I knew better than to argue however strange his orders. I spread my legs wider and gently poked a finger inside myself. I wasn't the slightest bit turned on but I tried my best. I had a vague idea of trying to fake an orgasm and hope that that would satisfy him. I pushed a breast towards my face and bent my head so that my tongue could reach the nipple. The cool air had made them hard but not responsive. Somehow being sprawled out on my sitting room carpet in broad daylight was embarrassing me. When I played with myself it was in the dark and privacy of my bedroom. Even without the added tension of Ian watching me I wasn't the slightest bit aroused. Even so I preserved as it was still better than Ian raping me. 'This is a waste of time,' he said impatiently. 'I can't see a thing for all that hair. Go get a razor and some water and shave it off.' 'What!' I squealed, sitting up in shock. I saw the look on his face and hurriedly changed my mind about protesting. I had ached for days after the last time he had hit me and did not want to repeat the experience if I could help it. I fetched a bowl of water, a razor, some soap and a towel and resumed my position on the carpet. It wasn't the easiest task in the world. My neck and back ached from bending over to peer between my legs. The hair wasn't too thick but it was long and curly and it took several attacks with the razor to clear even a small space. I took my time, nervous about the sharp blade near the most sensitive part of my body. I was also hoping that if I took long enough there wouldn't be enough time for Ian to humiliate me anymore before John returned. When I glanced up I saw Ian intently watching my every move, one hand absently stroking his growing cock. My heart sank but no matter how slow I was eventually I had finished. Ian dropped to his knees next to me on the carpet. 'Lets have a look then,' he said, pushing my knees wider apart. I could feel the air on my exposed pussy in a totally new way without the shelter of my curls. Ian ran his finger down from my stomach over the newly shaved area and along a now naked lip. My skin felt ten times more sensitive than previously and I could not control the shiver of pleasure. 'It's so smooth,' Ian marvelled, his fingers exploring further. He pulled the lips surrounding my clit apart, examining every inch. He moved closer and the next moment I felt his tongue on my clit. I bit my lip trying hard not to respond as he worked his way all over my pussy with his mouth but it was impossible. Nerve endings I hadn't previously known existed were now exposed to his exploring tongue. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears as I approached orgasm. Ian plunged his tongue into my cunt and I came, writhing on the carpet. He removed his mouth and instantly thrust his cock into my still spasming cunt. He circled his hips, extracting every possible fraction of friction from my newly shaved skin. My ebbing orgasm returned in full force and I twisted beneath his thrusts, the carpet rough against my bottom. To my relief he came quickly and withdrew, leaving me trembling on the carpet. When I regained the strength to move I collected the shaving equipment and limped upstairs. Ian was once again absorbed in Star Trek and hardly noticed me leave. I took a shower to remove as much of his touch as I could. The unfamiliar feel of water on bare skin was extremely stimulating. My fingers drifted down of their own accord. I told myself that I was just checking I hadn't missed any hairs but I soon forgot the pretence. My clit seemed more accessible and sensitive than ever before and I soon stroked myself to orgasm. Surprised at myself and hoping that Ian hadn't heard me I towelled myself dry and began preparing tea. I spent the evening wondering how John would react and what explanation I could offer. I was tense all evening and relieved when he headed to bed early. I pottered around waiting until he was in bed before beginning to get undressed myself. 'I did something today and I'm not sure if you'll like it,' I told him nervously. 'What is it, baby?' he asked. 'Come on, don't keep me in suspense.' Shyly I turn round so that he could see. His eyebrows shot up in surprise then a slow smile spread across his face. He sat up and pulled me closer with an arm around my waist. He gently dragged his fingertip across the newly exposed surface and smiled when I shivered reflexively. 'Is that nice?' he asked. I nodded dumbly. 'What made you decide to do this?' 'I don't know, an impulse I guess,' I lied. 'Well I like it. I need to explore more to be sure, of course,' he teased, pulling down besides him on the bed. The loving caress of his hands and mouth soon created my fourth orgasm of the day and when he entered me I came again. Exhausted but happy I fell asleep in my husband's arms wondering if I should be grateful to Ian. Any kind feelings I had towards Ian soon disappeared. John had to work late again a few days later. Ian came hurrying into the house and pulled me upstairs. 'I'm off out tonight to watch the match down the pub,' he explained, rapidly removing his clothes. 'Some of the lads are picking me up so I don't have much time. I'm really horny though so get those clothes off and spread your legs.' Resentfully I obeyed him but not quick enough. He impatiently pushed my skirt to the floor and shoved me face down onto the bed. He used his fingers to spread my lips then rammed his cock hard into my pussy. I cried out involuntarily as his cock forced my cunt to stretch around it. He took no notice and began rotating his hips, pressing his cock deeper and deeper inside me. His hands fumbled under my body to find my breasts. I felt his hand on my hair and levered myself up on my elbows to give him more access before he could yank my hair. He gave a grunt of satisfaction and began a vigorous massage of my breasts. Incredibly my body began to respond to him. My cunt was rapidly becoming wet and my nipples were swelling and hardening. The material of the bedspread was rubbing against my clit every time he thrust his cock into me. My whimpers of pain rapidly became moans of pleasure as an orgasm built. Just as the orgasm swept through my body I heard a knock at the door. Even as I writhed in ecstasy, the room filled with my yells, a panicked part of brain tried to work out who it could be. Ian pulled out of me and stuck his head out of the window. I could hardly hear the murmur of his voice over the pounding of my blood but I clearly heard the door open and close. I pushed myself to my feet but Ian caught hold of me and pushed me back to the bed, this time on my back. 'I haven't finished with you yet,' he said, wasting no time plunging back into me. His mouth fastened onto a nipple and my back arched in response as pleasure spread through me. After only a few thrusts of his cock I could feel another wave of orgasm take control of my body. Even as I cried out and twisted under it's onslaught I realised that someone was coming up the stairs. I opened my eyes to see two unknown men lounging in the doorway. Ian didn't stop fucking me, looking down at me with a cruel gleam in his eyes. 'Sorry I'm running a bit late lads,' he said to the new arrivals. 'This little slut was just begging for a fucking and I could hardly refuse her, could I?' I writhed in embarrassment as the strangers' eyes crawled appreciatively over my body. Ian pushed himself up on one arm so more of my body was exposed to their gaze and began rubbing my clit. His touch started the tremors deep inside me and I tried to move away. It would be too humiliating to climax with his friends watching. 'Got great tits, hasn't she?' Ian asked them. They came further into the room to get a better look. 'Give her tits a squeeze, makes her go crazy.' Ian suggested. I drew in my breath to make a protest but Ian gave my clit a cruel nip. I moaned and saw the look on his face. The message was clear; if I didn't co-operate he would hurt me. He slid his arms under my knees to spread my legs even wider and increased the vigour of his thrusts. His friends were sat on the bed either side of my head, their hands greedily reaching for my breasts. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself a million miles away from this humiliation. It was a mistake. Deprived of sight my other senses sharpened. Two pairs of hands stroked and squeezed my breasts, soon joined by two mouths tugging at my nipples. Ian's fat cock was pounding in and out of my cunt with my legs widespread to maximise the friction on my clit. Helpless under their stimulation I came and came again. With each climax they intensified their attentions. Overwhelmed by my body's convulsions I barely realised when they took my hands and wrapped them around their cocks. Ian came at last and withdrew and I gradually regained my senses. My hands and breasts were spattered with strangers' cum and Ian's was dripping out of my cunt. Ian disappeared into the bathroom leaving me with his two leering friends. They were both busy cleaning their cocks with tissue before zipping them back into their trousers. Ian reappeared and kissed me hard on the mouth, his tongue thrusting inside. I could see his satisfaction at my humiliation in his eyes. 'Clean this mess up, there's a good girl,' he told me. 'Don't worry, you may see the guys again this weekend. I know they'll be pleased to see you again.' He gave me a smirk and departed, his friends trailing after him. I lay there as the cum dried on my skin, wondering what Ian had planned. I had totally forgotten that John was away at a conference but obviously Ian hadn't. I dreaded to imagine what he had thought up.
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part Six I tried as hard as I could to get John to take me to his conference with him. The thought of a whole weekend at Ian's mercy made my skin crawl. However short of putting my foot down and insisting it didn't seem practical. I could have done that but Ian would have heard and then our agreement would be null and void. He had a list of flats and houses he was interested in and he planned to have a look at them the following weekend and then move in the next. As I kissed John goodbye Ian put his arm around me and assured John that he would take very good care of me. I tried to control the shudder of fear that ran through me at his words but John was smiling and saying he couldn't think of anyone else he would be happier to leave me with. If only he knew the irony of his words. The moment John's car pulled away Ian yanked my skirt up and slid his cock into me. Pinned against the front door by his thrusts I obeyed his instructions to remove my top and bra and hold my breasts up to his mouth. Despising my body's traitorous response I though hard but was unable to control the orgasm that swept through me. Ian watched me come with a satisfied smirk on his face before concentrating on his own orgasm. 'We're going to have some fun this weekend,' he promised me, cruelly tweaking a nipple. 'Number one rule, you are naked at all times unless I give you something to wear. Got it? I'll give you further instructions as needed. Knowing better than to give him the satisfaction of asking his plans I made my way to the bathroom to clean up. When I had finished my ablutions I heard Ian calling me from my bedroom. When I entered I found he had rearranged the furniture to accommodate a video camera on a tripod and his computer. He flashed me his by now familiar evil grin and waited for my comments but I stood dumbly, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He was only too eager to explain though. 'We are going to create an Internet site starring you, my dear sister-in-law. And before you protest your identity will be kept secret. I've got some temporary hair dye and a mask for you to wear. I thought that would add a sense of mystery as well and give our site something a bit different to stand out from the crowd. So here you go, get back in the bathroom and turn your hair red. I want to get started.' Reluctantly I obeyed his orders. If this was the worst ordeal he came up with I could cope with this weekend quite easily. My imagination was obviously a bit more vivid than his. The nightmares I had been torturing myself with over the past few days were hopefully going to remain nothing more than phantasms. With my normally light brown hair transformed into bright auburn I looked very different. Vamp red lipstick and heavy mascara further added to the transformation. The mask Ian gave me was a narrow gold spangled thing that fitted across my eyes, with large openings for me to see out of. It didn't really conceal much of my face but along with everything else it helped to disguise me. I discovered that I had underestimated just how humiliating an experience I was about to endure. Ian had me pose in a variety of lewd postures while he directed me. In addition to the video camera he had a normal camera that he snapped away with, getting in close to take intimate shots of me holding my cunt open to the camera's view. At first he just had me pose, then he moved onto action shots. He ordered me to play with my breasts, then my pussy, urging me to slide my fingers inside my cunt as he focused on every movement. Much as I hated it my body seemed to enjoy the attention and I was well lubricated. Ian was naked and was also wearing a similar mask to mine to conceal his identity as he crossed the video camera's range of view. He handed me a vibrator and told me to get myself off with it. It was difficult with the constant whirr of the camera in the background but I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself elsewhere. I was worried that I wouldn't manage it and I had no desire to anger him so I was relieved to feel the orgasm build and take over my body. Once I had stopped coming Ian took a break to change films. He set the normal camera up on another tripod and attached a remote control. Then he had me give him a blowjob. He had hooked the video up to a portable TV. The screen was within my field of vision and I watched myself licking and sucking on Ian's cock. The woman on the screen didn't look like me even though I knew it was. In some strange way it was intensely erotic to watch and I found myself being more and more turned on. Once Ian had come and I had obediently swallowed all the sperm he pumped into my mouth he gave me a bigger black vibrator and told me to masturbate again. The video camera was still feeding through the TV and for the first time I saw myself orgasm. I was so aroused I came again and again, forcing my eyes to stay open as I watched myself. The result was that it looked as if I was staring directly into the camera as I climaxed and it was extremely erotic. Ian could hardly believe my co-operation or the pictures he was getting. After I had come for the fifth time he pulled the vibrator out of my cunt and replaced it with his mouth. He had already proved himself something of an expert at oral sex and with my already high state of arousal I completely lost control and went crazy. I could hear myself moaning and yelling encouragement as my hips bucked enthusiastically and my fingers twisted in his hair and pushed encouragingly. I could hardly tell where one orgasm stopped and another began. I moaned in protest when he removed his mouth, then sighed with satisfaction when I felt his fat cock pushing it's head into my cunt. He pushed my legs wide apart and pushed in torturously slowly. When I found the strength to open my eyes I discovered he had the video camera in his hand and was intent on filming his cock disappearing and reappearing out of my slippery cunt. He pulled apart the lips of my pussy with one hand and focussed on my clit. He hardly touched it with his fingertip before I came. Relentlessly he brought me to orgasm again and again, somehow maintained the slow movements of his cock and his grip on the camera. At last he reached the limits of his self-control and he placed the camera back on its stand and returned to the bed to fuck me hard and fast until he climaxed. When he had finished I lay limp and exhausted on the bed without the energy to even close my sprawled legs. Ian took the video and made a long slow pan of my exhausted body, finishing with a long close up shot of my dripping cunt that was still occasionally spasming. He finally turned both cameras off and began to fiddle with his computer, brusquely telling me to make him something to eat. Deeply ashamed of the way I had performed for him I crept from the room on trembling legs. I took as long as I could preparing the food but found when I took it up he was still working at the computer. Obviously creating a webpage took more work than I had realised. Relieved at the respite I returned downstairs and tried to distract myself with some TV. I must have dozed off, exhausted by my body's exertions, because I awoke to Ian roughly shaking me. I trailed after him up the stairs to his impromptu studio. He wanted a more or less repeat performance with a few variations. Unless you have experienced it you have no idea how humiliating it can be to be forced to pose provocatively for someone you despise. Ian was obviously enjoying himself. He circled round me snapping away with his camera yelling things like: 'Stick your tits out more, come on squeeze them together. Now lick a nipple, good, good. Right now pout at the camera, try to look like you're begging to be fucked. Yes excellent. Now bend from the waist. Spread your legs wider so I get a good shot of your tits. Now pull your pussy open. Oh yes, that's the shot.' I obeyed his directions like a robot, trying to pretend this was happening to someone else, some strange red-haired woman with too much make-up plastered on her face. Then Ian started fucking me again and I found it impossible to divorce myself from the proceedings anymore. He relentlessly manipulated my body to climax after climax until I was lost in a never-ending sea of sensation. At last he stopped and gave me a patronising slap on my bottom. 'Not a bad afternoon's work. You're staring to get the hang of this. But then I always knew you were a slut despite your protests. All women are.' I swallowed hard to control my anger. I swear if there had been a knife handy I would have stuck it in him without a second's thought to the consequences. Perhaps it was all for the best that there was no weapon within my reach. Instead I seethed silently. 'Now go clean yourself up. There's a fancy-dress dance at one of the nightclubs tonight. I picked your costume out myself.' I showered quickly, my uneasiness returning. I had hoped he had planned to work on his webpage all weekend. I didn't like the idea of going out in public with him, even disguised by a costume and dyed hair. On the other hand there would hopefully be less scope for him to abuse me if there were other people around. When I returned to the bedroom and saw the costume he had chosen I knew my hopes were foolish. It was supposed to be a belly dancer's outfit. There was a flimsy halter-top that did nothing to conceal my nipples. Over it was a sleeveless cropped jacket. While it was slightly more substantial it had no kind of fastening to keep it closed across my breasts and unless I clutched it together it constantly swung open. The trousers were made of the same flimsy material as the halter-top. There was a wide embroidered waistband that sat low on my hips. Each trouser leg consisted of four separate strips of material that were only attached to the waistband at the top and an ankle strap at the bottom. The only underwear Ian allowed me was a flimsy g-string that did not help me feel any less exposed. The only part of the costume I liked was the mask. It was only another flimsy bit of material, which hung from my nose and concealed the lower half of my face. Combined with the other mask it would at least ensure that no one could recognise me. Ian filmed me as I dressed, making me even more self-conscious. His only attempt at a costume was to add a cowboy hat to his jeans and shirt. I had the ominous feeling that this evening was going to be just as bad as my nightmares had predicted. While we waited for the taxi he had ordered to deliver us to the night club Ian attacked my breasts with his mouth. By the time the taxi driver beeped outside I was flushed and gasping and the wet material had become virtually transparent and was stuck to every curve. I was grateful that it was already dark so the neighbours wouldn't see me leave in this get-up. The interior light of the taxi gave the taxi driver a good view though. His eyes bulged in their sockets and he twisted round for a better look. I burned with humiliation and didn't know where to look while Ian smirked in satisfaction. He sat behind me and slid his arms around me to cup my breasts. 'Hasn't she got great tits?' he asked, forcing me to thrust them almost in the drivers face. The driver licked his lips, mesmerised by the view but clearly unsure what to say. 'Yeah, they're great,' he muttered at last. 'Where was it you were wanting to go?' 'The Blue Lagoon.' Ian answered, sitting back and pulling me with him. He continued to suck and squeeze my breasts throughout the journey. It was a miracle that we survived without an accident as the taxi driver spent more time watching our activities in his rear view mirror than looking at the road. Some deep hidden part of me seemed to actually enjoy the fact that my body could invoke such a reaction but I tried to ignore the fact. Inside the nightclub the lighting was mercifully dim. Only when someone was very close could they notice the transparency of my outfit. I relaxed and partially began to enjoy myself. The generous measures of alcohol Ian was supplying me with also contributed to my relaxation. By the time Ian tugged me onto the dance floor I was feeling a little light-headed. I'm not normally a heavy drinker and I more typically drink wine than sprits. Still anything that helped to distance me from my situation was welcome to me. I was grateful for the support of Ian's arms around me but you could hardly call what we were doing dancing. He had my hips pulled firmly against his so every sway of our bodies rubbed his burgeoning erection against me. His hands roamed over my body, moulding the curves of first my body, then my breasts. I swayed passively in his embrace despite his blatant actions until he began fumbling with his zip. 'What are you doing?' I yelled in his ear over the pounding of the music. 'We're going to fuck right here on the dance floor,' he replied, freeing his cock. I tried to break away from his grasp but he was too strong. 'You'll get us thrown out or arrested,' I protested. 'Only if you draw attention to us,' he replied, finally freeing his cock. It sprang out of his trousers, hard and ready. It only took a second for Ian to push my g-string to one side, then his cock was prodding at the entrance to my cunt. I glanced around nervously but all the other couples seemed pretty self-absorbed and no one seemed to be looking directly at us. 'You're going to have to hook your leg around my waist,' Ian instructed. I unwillingly obeyed and with the aid of his hands lifting my bottom we achieved the right angle and his cock slid in. Neither of my feet were any longer on the ground and I was entirely supported by his hands on my bottom and my leg gripping his waist. My breasts were within easy reach of his mouth and he began sucking and nibbling them. He timed his thrusts to the beat of the music that seemed to be echoed by the thunder of the blood in my ears. Helpless I felt the orgasm build deep inside me and I was grateful the music drowned out my cry of release. Ian walked through the crowd to a corner with his cock still buried inside me, which was the strangest sensation. He pulled out and pushed me to face the wall. I braced myself against the wall as he took me from behind. His cock slammed mercilessly into my cunt and his fingers grasped my nipples and clit as he pounded us both to orgasm. Satisfied for the moment he directed me to the toilets and arranged to meet me at the bar. He had two drinks already waiting for me and he introduced me to a couple of men who wanted to dance with me. As he handed me over he whispered in my ear: 'Be very co-operative or I'll be angry. I'll be watching your every move.' As the evening progressed my partner's faces dimmed into one homogeneous blur. Only Ian's face remained clear, smirking as he watched me submit to total strangers groping and mauling my body. Several of them came by rubbing themselves against me while others took my hand and closed it around their cock to gain release. I was dancing with some man, if you could call it that, when the announcement came that the nightclub was closing soon. Ian joined us and I found myself trapped between two heavy male bodies. This particular partner had been gentler than some of the others and my body had responded to his touch. With Ian's hands added to the action I was soon moaning and twisting under their ministrations. Ian pulled down my top, completely exposing my breasts, and lifted them to the man's mouth. He sucked eagerly on them as his hands stroked my clit through the damp material of my trousers. My hand was trapped in his trousers as his cock jerked in my grasp. I felt myself coming and involuntarily clenched all my muscles. It triggered his orgasm and Ian laughed as we both gasped and moaned in unison. When I removed my hand from the stranger's trousers Ian guided it to my mouth and instructed me to lick off the semen deposited on it. The stranger watched my every movement avidly before turning his attention to Ian. 'Yours is she?' he asked. Ian nodded smugly as he pulled my top back over my breasts. 'You're a damn lucky man. Will you be here next week? I wouldn't mind another 'dance' with her.' 'Maybe,' Ian replied vaguely. 'We're off now to a club I know that will still be open for a while. Come along and you'll get to see her dance a bit more.' 'I'll be there,' he promised, eyeing my body greedily.
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part Seven As we left the club Ian grabbed my hand and pulled me outside and round to the alley running down the side of the building. I saw this in a film once and always wanted to try it,' he informed me as he led me towards a wire fence surrounding some bins. He leant back against it and freed his cock. 'Take hold on the wire above my head, brace your feet at about my waist height and lower yourself onto my cock,' he directed. He didn't seem in the mood to be argued with so I attempted to follow his instructions. I had a vague hope that fucking now may serve to distract him from his plans to visit the club he had mentioned. While it was a very strenuous position I found that I liked it. I was in control of our rhythm as I moved my cunt up and down on his shaft. The club patrons spilling out on the pavement only a few feet away added a fillip of excitement. In fact a couple of drunks came stumbling down the alley and gave a cheer when they saw what we were up to. I was slightly disconcerted when we had finished to find that they had been leaning against the wall behind me, watching and masturbating. Glad to be out of there I followed Ian without protest as he led me back to the pavement. When I found we had arrived at the club he had mentioned I balked. 'What have you got planned?' I demanded. 'There's no way I'm going to let a load of strangers rape me just because I have an agreement with you.' 'Look ,I promise on my word of honour that if you obey me no man apart from myself will fuck you tonight. You have to admit, whatever else I've done I've never lied to you. You can believe me.' 'I don't trust you,' I retorted. 'Are you going to wait until after midnight and then claim that you had technically kept your word, or say they hadn't really fucked me, they'd had sex with me? That's just the kind of thing you would try.' Ian sighed. 'OK, how about this. I swear that when you return home tonight no man's cock apart from mine will have entered any part of your body as long as you do exactly what I tell you. Does that cover everything?' I considered for a moment. It seemed a pretty all-encompassing promise but the gleam in his eyes made me uncomfortable. Still I was lucky to have rung any kind of promise from him. Judging by his previous behaviour he was quite capable of tying me up and letting any number of men rape me if he felt like it. Still uneasy I capitulated and followed him inside. It was one of those dim lit smoky places devoted to drinking and playing pool. The bar was presided over by a formidable woman who would have been quite at home in a Western. Ian collected some drinks and led me into one of the back rooms. A full sized snooker table dominated the room and seemed to be the only piece of furniture apart from a decrepit jukebox. Ian gave me both drinks and made me swallow them both straight down while the room gradually filled up. 'Now I want you to get on that table and strip for all these nice people,' he ordered me. I looked at him in disbelief. 'You have to be crazy. There's no way I'm doing that,' I informed him. His smile became crueller. 'My promise was only dependent on you obeying me,' he reminded me. 'I'm sure I'll find it just as entertaining to watch every man here rape you.' 'You wouldn't!' I protested, knowing even as I spoke that he would. I'm going to go over there and put some music on. When it starts one way or another you are going to entertain this crowd. The choice is up to you. Oh, and don't think about trying to make a run for it. All the exits are now locked and bolted. You wouldn't get far and all you would do is make your audience angry. If that happens I may not be able to control them. You don't want that, do you.' I was really left with no choice. At least he was talking as if he was planning to honour his promise. In that case nothing too bad could happen to me other than some more humiliation. So I climbed awkwardly onto the snooker table and prayed I would not make too big a fool of myself. The music started, some half-familiar song with a throbbing bass line. I could almost feel the eyes crawling over my skin as I began to move. I tilted my head back and fixed my gaze on the coving running around the top of the wall. If I distracted my thought from what I was doing I could go through with this. The only way was to think about something else. I tried to concentrate on the coving, admiring the workmanship and debating if it was something I would like in my own home. I had slid the short jacket off my shoulders and tossed it causally aside. Hands were clapping and feet stamping to accentuate the insistent beat. My fingers began working on the knot that fastened my top as I paraded down the table. It seemed to be stuck so I bent from the waist and freed the bottom fastenings of my trousers. It was getting harder and harder to distract my mind and remove my clothes at the same time. As I twirled to the music I discovered that I couldn't really see any of the watchers. All available lighting was focused on the table and the rest of the room was in murky shadow. For some reason it made it easier to perform and I was almost enjoying myself. The waist fastening was a simple hook and eye that was easily opened. I flung my trousers to the audience with a theatrical flourish. Exaggerating the swing of my hips to the beat I toured around the table clad from the waist down in only a damp g-string and a pair of bell hung ankle straps. I could hear cheers and whistles of appreciation as my fingers fumbled with the knot of my top. At last it gave way and I tossed it in the general direction of the rest of my clothes. I coyly covered my breast with my hands and continued dancing. An insistent chant of 'Show us your tits' began ending in a rousing cheer when I eventually threw my hands above my head. I have to admit I was getting quite a buzz from the appreciation being shown for my body. Getting into the spirit of things I wriggled and jiggled my way around the perimeter of the table. Eager hands grasped at me as I passed but I continued on my way. I couldn't think of a graceful way to remove my g-string so as the music came to a climax I simply ripped it off. I finished by turning a cartwheel down the centre of the table. The last notes of music died away and took my confidence with it. Somehow I had to get off this table and collect my clothes. I spotted Ian's face in the gloom and crawled over in his direction. I swung my legs over the edge of the table so that I could jump down but found myself with a problem. Greedy hands were reaching from all directions for my body. I was grabbed and pulled in all directions and started to feel more than a little scared. I could hear Ian's voice telling everyone to calm down and gradually the hands became gentler. Still I was spread-eagled on my back with a multitude of hands and mouths working their way over my body. I tried to struggle but it was pointless. Imperceptibly I became aware of one pair of hands in particular. They seemed to coax and soothe my traumatised body. Gradually I became unaware of the other grasping hands and my whole body seemed focused on the one set of hands. Starting at my ankle they were stroking along the inside of my leg, slowly reaching higher and higher each time. All the other hands seemed to melt away as the fingers arrived at the top of my thighs. I found I was holding my breath in anticipation of their touch on my pussy. For a long moment they hesitated, then a gentle fingertip grazed across the tip of my clit. A shudder ran through me from just that simple touch and I had to bite my lip to keep from begging for more. The fingers began to tease my clit and the shudders wracking my body increased in intensity. A tongue joined the hands and began lapping at my clit while a knuckle pressed gently against my cunt. The other hand snaked upwards until it found my breasts and began to work its magic there. The pace was torturously slow and I writhed and bucked my hips in a vain attempt to speed things up. The hands ignored me and carried on their sweet torment. The knuckle was sliding easily into my cunt and the mouth was sucking delicately on my clit. The hand had succeeded in making my breasts almost unbearably responsive and was tugging gently on a nipple. All it took was a sudden thrust of the knuckle into me and I was experiencing an orgasm of almost mind-blowing proportions. I gradually returned to some sense of reality to find the hands still busy on my pussy but the mouth had moved up to my breasts. As the warm wetness enclosing around my nipple sent me spiralling into another orgasm I had a dim impression of blonde hair and tanned skin. When I had calmed down again I discovered eager lips pressed to mine and that clever tongue probing into my mouth. Even though I could taste myself on the foreign tongue I welcomed it in. Arousal spread uncontrollably through my body like electricity but I became vaguely aware that something was out of place. Then I realised the source of my uneasiness. As I arched my back I didn't feel a hard ribcage above me but the soft swell of breasts. There was no erection jutting against me, only the smooth skin of a shaved pussy. Even as realisation dawned my lover sat back and smiled sardonically down at me. Without a doubt she was female and a very beautiful one at that which some how made it worse. She had long wavy blonde hair and generous breasts. Horrified I tried to struggle free but found that I was being held down. Looking around I could see a circle of men eagerly watching our every move, most of them stroking their cocks as they did so. I felt the by now familiar hand slip back between my legs and she bent her mouth to suck on my nipples again. I fought hard to resist but my body didn't care what gender the person stimulating it was. As I came she pressed her body tight against mine, branding on my mind that it was she had created my orgasm. She moved away and I prayed that she had finished with me but she returned all too soon. She knelt across me and slid a long slim double-headed dildo inside herself. Then she inserted the other end into my extremely wet cunt and lowered herself onto me. The sensation of the smooth hard plastic gliding inside me was fantastic and I couldn't stop myself moaning in pleasure. She fumbled with my clit for a moment as she fitted hers around it. She nestled our clits side by side, trapped by our swollen pussy lips. Then she leant forward so that her hard nipples brushed against mine with her every movement. I was trying with all my might to think of the most revolting things that I possibly could to dampen my aroused body. But then she started moving and all control of my body passed to her. She must have been pretty turned on herself because she came almost immediately. I could feel every muscle spasm as she pressed against me and it triggered an orgasm in my body. The two of us bucked and writhed against each other, creating more new and intense sensations. I had never experienced or imagined anything remotely like that orgasm. I felt so close to her I could feel the blood throbbing through her veins and, unlike a man, I had a pretty good idea how it felt for her. Yet at the same time every fibre of my body was crying out that this was wrong. I am not, nor ever have been, attracted to women. If I had known that it was a woman touching me my only reaction would have been repulsion. Yet by the time I had realised I was far too aroused to stop. Orgasms after orgasm racked my body and I was powerless to exert any kind of control. Ian had repeatedly raped my body and humiliated me but now I felt as if my mind had been raped also. Eventually she climbed off me and removed the dildo. I became aware that I had been spattered with copious amounts of sperm but I hardly cared. Someone handed my clothing and I numbly dressed myself. The crowd was gradually dispersing and I soon found myself in a taxi with Ian heading home. I didn't even feel indignant when he made me give him a blowjob to pass the time. As soon as we got in he produced the video camera from his pocket and dragged me upstairs. He hooked the camera up to the TV screen and fucked me while he watched the highlights of the evening replay themselves. By tilting my head back I could see every degrading moment and slowly my numbness melted away to be replaced by a burning anger. Even as he orgasmed inside me I vowed that I would find some way to make Ian suffer for what he had done to me.
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part Eight I'm not a particularly violent person. I never tread on worms and I catch spiders and throw them out the window instead of squashing them like most people do. But Ian had pushed me too far. I'd like to think that the alcohol buzzing around my system had some influence over what I did next. I'd also like to think that if he hadn't given me such a perfect opportunity I would not have done anything. Despite everything he did to me and all the bruises and humiliation he gave me I still feel guilty. He was busy playing with his computer and camera. I was still sprawled on the bed where he had left me, the remnants of my costume twisted beneath me. Dried sprem was scattered over my skin and I fancied I could still feel the wet trails left by that woman's tongue. 'I'm hungry,' Ian announced. 'Go get me something to eat.' Obediently I stumbled down the stairs. I poked around the kitchen listlessly, wondering what he would like. He had kept me so bust posing for his web page all day I hadn't had chance to go shopping. So there were no staples such as bread or milk available. Then I spotted his leftover curry. The curry itself was in the fridge but on the side was a half-empty container of rice. I knew all about the rules for rice. Never reheat because there is a danger of food poisoning. If you must reheat it make sure it is piping hot. Knowing this I tipped the rice onto a plate and set the microwave to low. I let it heat for five minutes, then put it in the fridge to cool down again. I must have done this four or five times. When the rice was lukewarm I tipped the curry over it and heated it for a few more moments. I left the plate by his elbow and went to get a shower. When I came out he had eaten half of it and was still taking occasional mouthfuls even though it was now stone cold. Already starting to feel guilty I made my way to bed. I dreaded what I would find in the morning. After all people have been known to die from food poisoning. It was almost an anti-climax to find Ian alive and well and working at his computer. 'This page is looking great,' he said when he noticed me standing in the doorway. I've had thousands of visitors already. Come and have a look.' Reluctantly I walked over until I could see the screen. On it in big letters it said 'Welcome to the Masked Slut's Site'. Underneath was a picture of me wearing the mask. Although I was obviously naked it didn't really show anything, as I was half turned away from the camera, looking over my shoulder. The caption said 'click on me if you want to see more'. Ian clicked where instructed and the picture changed to one of me bent down with my head and breasts swinging between my legs. The caption now said 'click on my pussy if you want to enter'. Ian positioned the pointer over my exposed pussy and clicked. After a moment the screen displayed a picture of me laid on my back exposing my pussy. Overlaid on top of this picture were various icons with titles such as 'Watch in close up detail as the Masked Slut sucks cock.' 'Some of the site is free but the hotter stuff I'm going to charge for. Most of them have a choice of still photos or live footage from the video camera,' Ian explained. He moved the pointer to where it said 'Watch the Masked Slut get fucked by a beautiful blonde woman'. 'This is from last night. It's really hot. Here you watch it. I have to go to the toilet. I seem to have a bad stomach.' I watched him go with a mixture of satisfaction and compunction. Then I caught sight of the screen. I cringed as I watched the blonde bring me to orgasm and any regrets I had vanished like beer at a football match. He was soon back and outlining his plans for the day. Apparently he wanted to do some role-playing. He had various costumes and scenarios he wanted me to act out ranging from schoolgirls to nurses. Inspired by the images still parading across the screen I sweetly offered to get something to help his stomach. Digging through the medicine box I found some stuff to cure constipation. Since he already had the runs taking this mixture on top would hopefully put him out of action for the rest of the day. While he still retained the use of his voice he spent the majority of the day on the toilet. He couldn't manage to get hard once during the day so all he could film were shots of me masturbating or stripping. I heartlessly watched his suffering with only an occasional pang of guilt. I even gave him several more doses of the constipation medicine. Eventually about seven o'clock he gave up and told me to go get showered. Jubilant that for once I had got the better of him I found it difficult to restrain myself from bursting into song in the shower. When I emerged I found him waiting by the door clutching his stomach. 'Your clothes are on the bed. Get dressed,' he ordered as he dived for the toilet. Slightly puzzled what he meant as he was clearly in no state for sex I went into the bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a skimpy cropped white top, a black leather jacket and a bright red leather mini skirt. Fishnet tights, spiky black high heeled shoes and a black g-string completed the outfit. When I put them on I found they left little to the imagination. The top only was stretched tight across my breasts and only just came low enough to cover them. Not that it made much difference, as the material was transparent enough to clearly show my nipples. The skirt was stretched equally tight across my hips but did not hamper me walking, as it was so short. It displayed the lower curves of my bottom and if I bent slightly the black of the g-string showed. Fearing the worst I waited with trepidation to hear what Ian planned to do. He didn't really give me much information, just told me we were catching the train into the city. I was relieved when he tossed me the mask to wear but it wasn't until we were sat on the train I thought about the significance of it. Suspiciously I examined him as he got up to go to the toilet. Sure enough I could see the end of the video camera sticking out of one pocket and a bulge that had the shape of a camera in the other pocket. Nervously I wondered what he planned to film. I should have known of course. Sometimes I am incredibly naive. Why else would he dress me like a whore and take me to the red light district of the city? Yet when he told me to start selling my body I couldn't believe he was serious. 'You promised,' I stammered, horrified. 'Last night you promised. No man but you, you promised.' 'That promise was just for last night, you silly bitch. I've brought no money with me, just a plentiful supply of condoms. If you want to be back home tomorrow morning to greet your husband I suggest you start earning some money.' 'I can't,' I whispered. 'I can't and I won't.' 'You will,' he snapped. 'If not I'll tell my brother how I've been screwing his wife every chance I got and that she loved every minute of it. And I've got the pictures to back my story up. I'm pretty sure John will manage to recognise you despite the mask. And I know he'll recognise your voice panting 'yes, yes, oh I'm coming, yes, yes.' Don't you?' I cringed as he loudly parodied my voice. Heads turned and several men looked me over. Once more Ian had trapped me in a situation I could see no escape from. For a moment I wished I had killed him with the tainted rice. He gave me a push towards a group of men. 'Get over there and ask if they're looking for some fun. Smile and stick your tits in their face. Try to act like the slut you are. I'll be right behind you as I'm going to be your pimp for the night.' Sickened to my stomach I plastered a smile on my face and tottered towards the group. They soon spotted my approach and I became the cynosure of several lewd looks. Following my instructions I dropped the jacket off my shoulders and thrust my chest forwards. 'Looking for some fun?' I asked in as suggestive a voice as I could manage. 'Could be, could be,' one burly man replied. He hooked a finger in my top and pulled me towards him. You look like you know all about having fun.' Despite my revulsion I forced myself to lean towards him and smile. From behind I heard Ian's voice. 'Twenty quid for a blow-job, fifty to fuck her,' he said. Dimly I was aware of money changing hands as I was hustled down a side alley. Somewhere along the line my clothes disappeared and I found myself on my knees sucking on an unknown cock. As soon as it had filled my mouth with sperm another replaced it. Two more followed in quick succession until I was struggling not to throw up. I was relieved when I was pulled to my feet but my relief soon dissipated when I was pushed flat on my back on a car bonnet. A condom clad cock slammed into my pussy without the slightest warning. Meaty hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed hard as the cock relentlessly pounded into my cunt. Trying not to whimper I closed my eyes and endured until he came. Thankfully I slid off the car only to be seized and turned around. The next moment I found myself bent over the bonnet and another cock sliding into my cunt. Groping hands located my breasts and started an erotic massage. To my horror my nipples were hardening and my body was responding. The owner of this particular cock was using long smooth strokes to enter me and I could feel the orgasm building. His balls were gently slapping against my clit with each thrust, stimulating it more and more each time. Desperately I tensed my muscles, trying to force down the orgasm but it was no use. Inexorably it grew until it took over my body, shaking every limb and muscle as I cried out. I was so ashamed I barely registered when the stranger came. He pulled out and slapped me familiarly on my bottom. 'She's a hot one that's for sure. Wouldn't mind fucking her again next week if you're around here again.' 'I'm not too sure what our plans for next week are,' I heard Ian reply. My clothes were dropped onto the car besides me and I reluctantly pulled them on. When I turned round only Ian was left in the alley. 'That's was a good start,' he observed. 'Try to be a bit more enthusiastic, will you. Moan and pant and talk dirty. Still, you'll get better with practice.' I trailed behind him back to the street. He made me stand on the edge of the pavement, my breasts thrust out towards the on-coming traffic. Soon a car pulled up next to me and Ian entered into negotiations. When they had struck a deal we both got into the back of the car. The back seat already had two young lads on it so I found myself draped across their knees. They happily groped me as they removed my clothing. All too soon we stopped on a deserted stretch of road. Ian stepped out of the car and I manoeuvred around the car until I had given all four occupants a blow-job. They dropped Ian and me outside a seedy hotel and drove off after paying. Ian disappeared inside and reappeared with a satisfied grin. 'Right, we now have a hotel room,' he announced. 'Turns out it's only going to cost us a tenner and a shag. So you go fuck the guy behind the counter while I get my cameras set up. I'm going to get some great stuff for the web page tonight.' I don't know what the worst experience of that night was. I had to let men of all shapes and sizes fuck me. More then that I had to encourage them and pretend I was enjoying it. I tried to divorce myself from the proceedings but twice more my body betrayed me and I came. Throughout it all Ian's leering face loomed in the background. The only genuine smiles I gave all evening were when he clutched his stomach and headed for the toilet. At last sometime after midnight Ian announced that I had earned enough to get us home. Wearily I dragged my clothes back on and followed him out of the hotel. Pulled up at the curb was a brilliant white stretch limousine. In disbelief I watched Ian disappear inside and beckon me to follow him. For a few minutes I gratefully relaxed on the soft seats, sipping the champagne Ian gave me to at last remove the taste of sperm from my mouth. Before too long Ian was tormenting me again. He ripped off my clothes and began coaxing my body into a state of arousal. His hands and mouth worked away at my breasts and pussy and no matter how I tried to resist him my body responded. When I was flushed and panting he pulled me from the seat and thrust my upper torso through the open sunroof. He draped my legs over his shoulders and went to work on my clit and cunt. The cool night air rushed over my hard nipples, making them even more taut. His fingers were sliding in and out of my cunt as he sucked my clit and flicked the sensitive tip with his tongue. Helplessly I sprawled on the roof, exposed to any curious passer-by. As my orgasm grew I knew I was becoming more vocal but it was a Herculean task to contain my moans and cries. Neither my embarrassment at being on public display, nor the roof digging into my back or even my hatred of Ian could stop the orgasm that ripped through me. The shudders were still lingering in my body when he pulled me down. He sat back on the seat and had me straddle his legs so that I could ride his cock as he played with my breasts. Aftershocks soon became another orgasm and he smirked as I writhed and bucked against him. I was too bone-weary when we pulled up outside the house to notice the driver's lascivious look but Ian was more observant. Inevitably I was ordered to climb into the front and give him the chauffeur a blow-job as a tip. Exhausted I stumbled up the stairs to bed, thankful that the end of my ordeal was in sight. Within a fortnight Ian would have moved out and all I would have left would be bad memories. I could hardly wait
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part Nine I'd never been so pleased to see my husband return from a business trip away. At the same time I cringed with shame to think of his reaction if he ever discovered the way his brother had forced me to spend the weekend. I tried to push memories of my humiliation to the back of my mind and just enjoy spending time with John. Unfortunately Ian was hanging around, making cryptic remarks to ensure I couldn't forget. My only consolation was that in less than a fortnight Ian would be gone. John didn't have to work any extra hours that week, so I was safe from Ian's attentions. I enjoyed the week, and was even happier when I learnt that an old friend of Ian's was coming to stay for the weekend. He was going to give Ian a hand with fixing up the new place. I didn't really care what their plans were, but this Richard's presence would mean that I was safe from Ian's attentions. Richard had arrived on Friday evening. He was a big man, with damp sweaty hands and a permanent grin. Ian and Richard were full of their plans, which seemed to be more about going to the pub than decorating. I didn't care, as long as Ian was busy elsewhere. So when John had to go out Saturday morning, I quite happily snuggled back down in our bed. I was just drifting back off to sleep when the covers were ripped off me, bright lights were shining in my eyes and a mask was snapped over my face. For a moment I was completely disorientated, then the significance of the mask dawned on me. I panicked and made a dive for the door, but I was slammed back onto the bed. The next moment I found myself trapped between two unmistakably aroused male bodies. "Are you in for a treat, slut," Ian's hateful voice said in my ear. "You're going to get the fucking of your life." I struggled to free myself but achieved nothing, except to arouse my assailants more. Even worse, I was beginning to get aroused myself. Squirming between two male bodies, my body was reacting instinctively. My nipples grew hard and a tell-tale wetness gathered between my legs. Ian was pressed against my front, his arm firmly pinning me down. I presumed it must be Richard behind me, his hands roving over my body. He found my breast, and began squeezing it. I tried to ignore him, biting hard on my lip to keep from moaning. To make matters worse, Ian moved down the bed and began licking and sucking at my other breast. Richard had discovered my nipple. And was twisting and pulling it. My squirming became more due to enjoyment than any desire to escape. I was pulled out of my daze of pleasure when Ian threw my leg over his hip, and Richard shoved his hand between my legs. He dragged his finger across my clit, then rammed it inside me. I gave a cry of pain, then really started trying to get free. I kicked and thumped and scratched, but they easily held me and I didn't even manage to dislodge Richard's finger. I should have known by now that Ian liked it when I struggled, and judging by his laugh Richard also enjoyed my struggles. They eventually got tired of me fighting them, however. "Give it a rest," Ian commanded me. "You know you like it really." He tweaked one of my nipples to emphasise his point. I ignored the shiver that ran through me, and brought up my knee. I narrowly missed his groin, and Ian retaliated by slapping me hard across my face. "I see what you mean about her being feisty," Richard chortled. "Yeah, well if I soon fix her," Ian said. The next moment I felt cold metal closing around my wrist, my arms were yanked above my head and I was handcuffed to the bed. They knelt either side of me and smirked down at me. Behind them I caught a glimpse of the inevitable cameras. I flailed around uselessly on the bed, but it was obvious I wasn't going to be able to free myself. Ian lay down next to me and pulled me back against him. He reached around my body and cupped my breasts. "Told you she had great tits, didn't I," he said proprietarily. I swallowed a sob, trying to pretend that this humiliation wasn't happening to me. "Yeah, not bad," Richard replied, twisting a nipple. I flinched away, but Ian was holding me firmly. "Hey, squeeze her boobs together, mate." Ian obliged, and Richard knelt over me and placed his cock between my breasts. He began sliding it back and forth, and Ian commanded me to lick the head every time it popped out of my cleavage. A yank on my hair was reminder enough what would happen if I didn't oblige. Richard grunted as he thrust away, and within moment he was spurting big gobs of sperm all over my chest and face. They both seemed to think this was hilarious, especially as I couldn't clean myself up. Richard fell back on the bed and Ian replaced him, sticking his cock in my mouth. He held my head and thrust away. There was nothing I could do to stop him so I concentrated on not gagging as he forced his way further and further into my mouth. Richard provided an unwelcome distraction by sliding between my legs and applying his mouth to my clit. Each time I moaned or gasped in response to Richard's ministrations, Ian pressed further and further into my mouth. I was so relieved when I felt him stiffen and climax. He was so far down my throat I could hardly taste his cum. Ian rolled off me, and began idly playing with my breasts, flicking my nipples into hard nubs, then sucking them into his mouth. Richard had moved on from my clit, and was now swirling his tongue around my entrance, his nose rubbing against my clit keeping it still stimulated. With growing despair I could feel an orgasm building inside me. I fought it as hard as I could to stop it, reminding myself that I hated the men touching me. My body didn't seem to care who was creating the sensations though, and I lost control. I arched off the bed, twisting as I cried out. "She's a noisy one," Richard remarked. I squirmed with embarrassment, hating my body for betraying me. "Hey, look at that, she's blushing all over." Richard forced my still trembling legs apart, and took a good look at my dripping wet pussy. "Right, I want to fuck her now," he announced. "Hey, not without a condom," Ian told him. "We had a deal remember." I was partially relieved to hear the mention of condoms, but I was more concerned that Ian was prepared to let Richard do whatever he wanted. So I had mixed feeling as I watched Richard roll on a condom, then smear it with some lubricant. He rolled me onto my stomach, still tethered to the bed by my handcuffed hands. He jammed his knees between my thighs and grabbed hold of my hips to position me for his convenience. I didn't realise what he intended until he was pressing against my arse hole. Too late I yelled a protest and tried to tighten my muscles. He had already got the tip of his cock inside me, and he kept up a firm pressure as he forced his way in. I screamed and yelled, trying to wriggle away. He held me too firmly though, and just laughed at my efforts. I'd never felt a sensation like it, stretching and filling me deep inside. It was completely different to normal sex, yet in some ways similar. Once he was lodged as far in as he could he paused, and I could feel my body adjusting to the invasion. I tried not to moan, refusing to let my abusers know how I felt. Just as I thought I could just about bear it, Richard took hold of my waist and rolled over onto his back, taking me with him. A whimper escaped me as his cock moved deep inside me, and I didn't think things could get much worse. Then I opened my eyes and saw Ian kneeling over me, stroking his erection. I started to struggle, but soon stopped as my efforts just caused the cock impaling me to move within me. Ian smirked as he leant forward and rammed his fat cock into my wet pussy. In addition to the familiar stretching of my cunt, I felt more filled then ever before. Ripples of pleasure began and I groaned in protest. Fight it as much as I tried, an orgasm rocked me. Since they had both already come recently, neither of them were in any hurry to orgasm again. They took their time, alternating between slamming into me in unison or taking it in turns to thrust into me. Both ways created unique but different ripples of sensation, which caused orgasm after orgasm to crash through me. I writhed between them, hoping that my body would stop but caught helplessly as the pleasure shook me again and again. At long last, I felt Richard stiffen and grab my hips painfully hard as he thrust hard into me. I could feel him twitch and shiver against me, then he fell back with a satisfied sigh. Ian kept thrusting away for a few moments, until I felt the warmth of his sperm being sprayed into my cunt. Ian rolled off me and staggered to his feet. He picked up one of his cameras and began panning it over my body, taking in every detail. Richard helped by rolling me over and parting my arse cheeks so Ian could get a good shot of my abused arse hole. Once he had finished, they released my handcuffs and departed, giving me a patronising smack on the bottom as they left. Left on my own, I curled into a ball and whimpered. My body ached in places I hadn't even known I had places and I had never felt so degraded and humiliated in my life. I heard Ian and Richard leave and I crawled into a hot bath. I kept telling myself that if I could endure for just one more week, this whole nightmare would be over. That night I was surprised when Ian and Richard volunteered to cook tea. I cuddled down on the sofa with John and it was almost like old times. We relaxed together and I was almost able to forget what had happened to me that morning. I was feeling all happy and at peace when Ian put his head round the door and asked where we kept the grater. I tried to describe its location but Ian obviously couldn't follow my directions as he came straight back. I reluctantly dragged myself up off the sofa and went to get it for him. I don't now how I could have been so naive. The moment I walked into the kitchen, Ian dragged my top and bra up to expose my breasts, while Richard ripped open the fly of my jeans and yanked them down along with my knickers to tangle around my feet. I gave a yell of protest that was smothered by Ian's hand. "Now, now, don't yell," he admonished me. "We don't want my beloved brother to hear you and come to find out what's wrong. Just imagine if he walked in and discovered me fucking his beloved wife's brains out." Even as he spoke, he bent me over the counter-top and slid his cock into me. I gave an involuntary shiver and tried not to gasp out loud. Ian reached forward to grasp my breasts and began squeezing them in unison with his thrusts. I tried as hard as I could not to respond, but then Richard sat on the floor below me and began lapping away at my clit. My legs began to quiver and my stomach tightened as I climaxed under him. Ian gave a satisfied grunt and began pounding away harder until he came too. He stepped back from me and I slid off the counter-top, shaking with a mixture of anger and pleasure. "My turn now," Richard declared, slamming me up against the back door. "I want to see if your cunt is as tight as Ian here boasts." "No way," I protested, trying to fend him off. "Just open your legs and stop making a fuss, you silly whore," Ian said, buttoning up his trousers. "No!" I snarled. "If he lays one finger on me I'll start yelling rape so loud, they'll be able to hear me in the next town, let alone the next room. And you can try to explain to John why you just stood there and let him molest me while your friend takes a trip to the police station." Richard slapped me hard across my face and hooked one of my legs over his arm, preparatory to thrusting into me despite my objections. I aimed a flurry of futile blows at Richard with little hope of success, until Ian pulled Richard away. "The slut's right," Ian said reluctantly. "I'm afraid you're going to have to do without fucking her this time." "Hey, you promised me," Richard said, glaring at Ian. "I want to give it to her up her arse again too." "I know, but this is the wrong time and place," Ian replied. While they had been arguing, I had pulled my clothing straight and tried to mop up the sperm dripping down my leg with some kitchen paper. I didn't want to hang around while they discuss whether Richard should rape me or not. I pushed past them and dived out of the kitchen, and up to the bathroom. For the rest of the weekend, I avoided Richard as if he had the plague. I made sure that I was never alone with Richard, as I was under no illusions as to what he would do to me. I was so relieved when he departed on Monday morning. John was going to drop him at the train station to save him a walk, so they all left for work earlier than usual. I stood at the door waving good-bye, and as they got into the car I closed the door, relieved that I would never see him ever again. My illusions were almost instantly shattered. I had one foot on the bottom step of the stairs when the front door crashed open. "What, what are you doing back here, Richard" I stammered in horror. "I told them I forgot something," Richard declared, kicking off his shoes. "And it's true. I forgot to fuck you." Too late I turned and ran up the stairs. Richard grabbed my feet and flipped me onto my back. He dropped his full weight on top of me, forcing the stairs painfully into my back. I elbowed him in the face but he didn't even notice as he tore my top in two. He dug my breasts out of my bra and bit one, cruelly twisting the other nipples at the same time. I kicked him as hard as I could and pummelled his back, but he carried on regardless. He was knelt on a stair between my thighs, and it was an easy manoeuvre for him to push up my skirt up and ripped my knickers away. "Are you ready, bitch?" he asked, grabbing a handful of my hair and forcing me to look him in the eye. He ground a hard kiss against my mouth, then shoved a hand between my legs and pinched my clit. I cried out and tried to jerk away but I was trapped. The next moment, Richard rammed his cock deep into me. I cried out as he filled me, forcing his way into my unprepared cunt. "Oh yeah, you're tight, baby," he exulted, slamming into me again. "Now you're getting some dick from Dick, ain't you slut. Not going to forget this fucking, are you slut?" I bit my lip to distract myself from the pain, trying again to push him off me. He ignored my efforts, effortlessly crushing my hands in a grip above my head as he continued to thrust into me. Then the front door crashed open again, just as Richard threw back his head and grunted as he came, spewing his seed inside my cunt. Half-hoping, half-dreading to see John, I was mainly relieved to see Ian looking down at us. He dragged Richard to his feet, helping him to rearrange his clothing more respectably. "Are you insane?" Ian demanded impatiently. "Her fucking husband is waiting right outside in the car. Come on. And you, bitch, you don't say a word about this or I'll show John some interesting photos and vids. All right?" With a final glare at me, he dragged Richard outside. I was left sprawled on the stairs, bruised and battered and yet again raped. I weakly dragged myself up the stairs to the bathroom and set about cleaning myself. I couldn't believe what had happened so quickly and suddenly. I felt numb, both emotionally and physically. I was beginning to wonder if it was all my fault, if somehow I sent out signals to men that I was available to be used as they pleased
At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Part Ten Somehow I got through the rest of the week. I spent most of my time curled up under a blanket on the sofa. I don't know if I had a touch of 'flu, or if I was just suffering from the after effects of Richard's rape. Whatever the reason, I had no energy and couldn't muster up the strength to care about anything. I would have stayed in bed, but I had too many memories of the times I had been violated there. John was worried about me and took care of me, doing everything he could to make me feel better even though he didn't really know what was wrong. Ian, however, was as callous and unfeeling as usual. He even dragged me upstairs one evening when John was absent to pose for more pictures for his webpage. I didn't care what he did to me, but let him pose me as he pleased. I even lay passively when he took me in the arse. He told me with great glee how he was already making money from my degradation, but it was as if he was talking to some other woman. At long last, Saturday arrived and Ian was at last moving out of our home. All his stuff was packed into boxes and hauled out to the hired mini-van. John persuaded me to go along with them, and I agreed, in the hope that seeing Ian moving in somewhere else might help to snap me out of my apathy. We arrived at Ian's new place, a small terraced house near the centre of town. The men ferried the boxes in while I figured out how to turn the central heating on. "Darling," John called to me. "Ian has a favour to ask you. We are going to pick up the rest of Ian's boxes, then we have to go down to collect his furniture. He was wondering if you would mind staying here and finishing off painting the spare room. You know how good you are at decorating, I was sure you wouldn't mind." For a moment I hesitated, but there seemed to be no good reason to refuse. I did like decorating and since Ian wouldn't be around, I agreed. Ian led me upstairs and dug around in a box to find some old clothes. He gave me a t-shirt and a sweatshirt, along with a pair of old tracksuit bottoms. Then he showed me where the painting paraphernalia was and left me to it. For once he didn't make any lewd comments, just thanked me for my help. I settled in to my task, finding the rhythm of the job soothing. I had finished, and I was in the bathroom cleaning the brushes when the men returned. John popped up to admire my handiwork and give me a kiss before he left to collect the rest of the furniture. All the house had at present was a bed, a sofa and a glass topped coffee table. It wasn't until I left the bathroom that I discovered Ian hadn't gone with John. "Thanks for your help, dear sister-in-law," Ian drawled. He stepped back to allow me to precede him down the stairs. "There's just one more thing I need your help with." We had reached the bottom of the stairs, and I unsuspectingly turned round to ask him what he wanted. To my horror he snapped a by now familiar mask over my eyes and gave me a hard push to send me stumbling into the sitting-room. A solid body behind me halted my fall. I span round to see Richard leering down at me. Turning, I found that I was at the centre of a ring of naked men. Some of their faces I recognised from the various escapades Ian had put me through. Cursing my foolishness, I tried to force my way out of the circle. The men closed up to confine me, pushing me to stumble towards one side of the ring, then the other. Each time I reeled against a man, he groped some part of my body and ripped my clothes. As I was pushed back and forth, my clothes were gradually ripped to shreds until I was clad in nothing but my underwear. Eager hands grasped me, lifting me off my feet and swiftly removing my last items of clothing. I was assaulted from all directions by hands and mouths, exploring and examining every intimate part of my body. The more I objected and tried to fight them off, they more persistent they were. My legs were held apart and I shuddered as a mouth fastened onto my pussy. I tried to jerk away but I had no purchase to push against. Hands were caressing my breasts and I had two sets of mouths attacking each sensitive mound. I cursed my body as familiar sensations started swirling in the pit of my stomach. My moans of protest soon changed, and even to my ears they sounded like moans of pleasure. Then I felt a cock probing for the entrance to my cunt, then sliding smoothly into my slick opening. I groaned at the sensation and felt my internal muscles clench around the hard cock inside me. The next moment I was orgasming uncontrollably. A cheer went up from the men holding me, then the cock inside me was twitching and spasming as its owner came. I was relived to discover that he was wearing a condom, then he withdrew and another cock replaced him. I lost count of the number of men who entered me. I had never been fucked while suspended in the air, and it created a whole new range of sensations. I came twice more before they had all taken their turn with me. I was dropped face down on the coffee table. Before I had opportunity to realise that the top had been removed, I was tied to the table frame. Some unseen man was thrusting into my cunt again, while a couple of men crawled under the table and began sucking and nibbling my breasts. Ian knelt in front of my face and grinned at me. "Guess what we're going to be using this end of you for," he said, stroking his cock as he placed it against my lips. "I'll bite anything you put in my mouth," I threatened. Ian grabbed a handful of my hair. "Now listen real well, bitch," he hissed. "You will co-operate and you will suck and lick every cock that gets stuck in your mouth, or I will have to use this." He displayed an enormous dildo in front of me. It had to be at least a foot long and as thick as my fist. "So, what's the difference between that and what's happening to me now?" I asked. "Well there's this," he said, sliding a sleeve covered with hard plastic spikes over it. "And it won't get rammed up your cunt, it will be rammed up your arse. Understand me?" I couldn't help flinching at the image he conjured up and he knew he had me. He presented his cock again and I reluctantly opened my mouth and swallowed it. As soon as Ian had finished filling my mouth with his sperm, another cock was pushed into my mouth. Soon all I could taste was salty cum, and my cunt was becoming numb from the constant friction. I distracted myself by trying to work out how many men were abusing me, and calculated that there had to be at least eight of them. When they weren't fucking me they sprawled on the sofa, drinking beer and giving lewd encouragement to the men busy thrusting away at my body. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, Richard knelt in front of me and grabbed my hair to force me to look at me. "Remember me?" he asked. I remembered him all too well, and, reacting instinctively, I spat in his face. He wiped his face with my hair, then gave me a grin that made me shiver. He moved round behind me, and then I felt the cold wet smear of lubricant being forced into the crack between my buttocks. Then I felt Richard's cock forcing its way into my arse hole, just as it had a week ago. I tried to yell, but when I opened my mouth a cock was pushed into it. Helplessly tied down to the table, I was forced to lie there while Richard slammed repeatedly into me. It felt as if he was ripping me open, and I could only be grateful he had used so much lubricant. Just as my body adjusted to the invasion of Richard's cock, he came. Richard informed all the others of his activities, and of course they all wanted to have a go at my arse hole. My only comfort was that my body soon expanded to take their cocks. At last they slowed down in their abuse of me, and I began to hope that the whole ordeal was over. Then I heard a van pull up outside, and Ian went to peer out of the window. "Oh shit, it's John. Quick, get the slut upstairs to the bedroom," Ian ordered. "Why don't you see how many of you can fuck her at the same time." A cheer greeted that idea. Hands untied me, and supported me upstairs. I was dropped on the bed on my hands and knees. A man lay beneath me and pulled me down on his erection. Another knelt at the top of the bed and pushed his cock into my mouth. Another knelt behind me and thrust his cock into my abused arse. Then my hands were taken and each wrapped around a hard throbbing cock. Dimly I could hear my husband's voice downstairs, then with horror I heard him coming up the stairs. Ian led him into the spare room and I could hear them admiring my handiwork. Then I heard them coming towards the bedroom. Desperately I buried my head deep in the crotch of the man in front of me, hoping that John wouldn't recognise me. "Look what the guys got me as a house warming present," Ian was saying. "A whore. She loves cock, any which way you give it to her. Look at her go, six at a time. She even likes it up her arse." "Good grief Ian, I can't believe this," John said, revulsion evident in his voice. "Hey come on, John, she loves it," Ian said, giving the bed a kick. Anxious to co-operate and have them gone, I started moaning and squirming as if I was having the time of my life. The men fucking me took this as encouragement, and redoubled their efforts. "You can have a go if you like," Ian offered. "We're all using condoms, so it's perfectly safe." "Thanks, but I am happily married, in case you have forgotten," John declared. "She keeps me more than satisfied, thank you all the same." "Yeah, but I bet she never lets you fuck her up the arse, a classy girl like your wife. And I bet you have always wondered what it felt like. This is your chance. Your wife will never know." I stiffened in outrage at Ian's suggestion, praying that my husband would tell him to get lost. My sudden tension was too much for the man thrusting away at my arse and he came with a loud shout. "There you go, there's a vacancy," Ian laughed. "Thanks Ian, but I'll pass," John said firmly. "When you fall in love and get married, you'll discover what it's like. I just don't want to be intimate with anyone apart from my wife. I'm going to have a quick look around the bus station to see if she's there, then I'm heading home. You enjoy your party." Sometimes I forget why I love my husband, then he does or says something wonderful and it's as if I'm falling in love with him all over again. Despite the men spurting their sperm all over me, all I was aware of was my love for John. Eventually the men had all come, and they made their way back downstairs to where there was now a TV. I dragged my weary body into the shower and leant against the wall as the water fell down on me. Ian came into the bathroom and dropped my clothes on the floor. He climbed into the shower with me, and began soaping me over. His slippery fingers found my clit and began caressing it. "Just for old times sake, I want to hear you come again," he told me. Unwillingly, I felt my body respond to his touch. Ian grabbed my bottom and lifted me up so his cock could slide into me. He hooked his arms under my knees to spread my legs even wider and provide more friction. His hands squeezed my buttocks in time with his thrusts, ducking his head to nibble at my nipples. My body began to tremble and I clung to Ian's shoulders. I began to gasp for breath as the sensations swirled through me, and not even Ian's satisfied smirk could dampen my growing excitement. Maybe the knowledge that this would be the last time Ian would assault me contributed, but soon I was orgasming uncontrollably, shrieking and yelling my release. Ian mercilessly kept thrusting into me until I came twice more, each time more intense than the last. When at last he left me, I slid to the floor of the shower, weak-limbed and ashamed. "I told John that you left when the guys arrived, and that you planned to have a look at the shops before catching the bus home," Ian informed me casually as he towelled off. "By the way, don't forget to leave the mask, unless you want to keep it as a souvenir." He departed sniggering. I cleaned myself up and pulled my clothes back on. I crept out the door, praying that none of the men would spot me departing. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. 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At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Epilogue. In the weeks following my ordeal in Ian's new house, I stayed in my bed. I didn't get up at all, just lay there day after day. John was seriously worried about me, and did his best to take care of me. I just couldn't pull myself together. I just felt as if I was a walking victim. I had strange ideas that if I stepped outside I would be immediately jumped by the first man I met. So I stayed huddled under the covers in my bed, reliving each degrading moment. The worst part was remembering how I had responded, especially to Ian. I should have been completely repulsed, but instead I had climaxed repeatedly. Maybe Ian was right and I was a slut. Eventually, John had a long talk to me and insisted that I tell him what was wrong. I couldn't tell him the whole truth, but I needed to give him some sort of explanation. So I told him that Richard had raped me. He was understandably horrified and sympathetic. He tried to help me, but came to the conclusion that I needed professional counselling. So I found myself one sunny morning sat in a psychiatrist waiting room. The receptionist had apologised as they were running late, and offered me a choice of herbal teas. The magazines on offer were not exactly riveting, so I was quite willing to be engaged in conversation with the only other occupant of the waiting room. She appeared to be a stunningly beautiful and confident woman. Over the next few weeks, I saw her on a regular basis as her appointment was nearly always scheduled at the same time as mine. While the psychiatrist did his best to help, I found it difficult to completely open up to him. I found myself looking forward to talking to April more than talking to the psychiatrist. I couldn't work out why April was seeing a psychiatrist, until one day she told me she was actually a man. Once I got over the shock, I found myself telling her, or him if you want to be technical, all about what had happened to me. April was a sympathetic listener, and said pretty much the same kind of thing that my psychiatrist kept saying. However, she differed in one major area. While she agreed that I wasn't to blame for anything that had happened to me, she thought that the only way I would ever get peace of mind was to take revenge. Each week she had some new suggestion of how to exact vengeance, some wacky and some cruel. I resisted her ideas until one week, when I had received a phone call from Ian. He called me up to tell me that he hadn't found any girl with as tight a cunt as me, so he wanted me to drop by. When I refused, he threatened to send a couple of interesting photos of me having sex with several men to John. I arrived for my appointment trembling and shaken, and April made me tell her all about it. She was of the opinion that if I didn't do something, Ian would blackmail me into having sex with him whenever the whim took him. Much as I hated to admit it, she was making sense, so I went along with her plans. Accordingly, the following weekend I was sat in a dark booth at the back of a dingy pub waiting for Ian to arrive. I had phoned him the previous day and told him I was willing to do whatever he wanted. His smug laugh had dispelled any lingering doubts I had about April's plans. I spotted Ian swaggering in through the door, and ducked down in my seat, pulling my cap further down over my face. Ian brought a beer and sat down in the booth next to mine. Ian hadn't had chance to take more than a sip of his beer before April slipped in next to him. April looked stunning in an extremely short dress and long stocking clad legs. I couldn't hear exactly what she murmured in his ear, but he was soon laughing with her, and her hand was resting on his inner thigh. Soon they were kissing, and I had no trouble hearing Ian invite April back to his place. "Why wait that long?" April asked. "I want you right now. Come on, give it to me right here." "You want me to fuck you here?" Ian asked in disbelief. "Yeah, why not. These booths have high backs, no one will notice. If I kneel on the seat, you can just stand behind me and fuck me. And I tell you what. You fuck me right here, and I'll let you do me in my arse," April offered. Ian hardly took a moment to think about it, before he was unbuttoning his trousers. He moved behind April just as she had described, and all I could here was quiet grunts and gasps. However, April had talked the owner of the pub, a friend of hers, into letting her hook up a camera above that particular booth. I could clearly see what was happening on a monitor, just as every other customer of the pub could. Ian was plainly enjoying himself, and April was apparently having a good time too. Right at the moment Ian began to orgasm, April winked at the camera and took Ian's hand and placed it firmly on her cock. Absorbed in his pleasure, it took Ian a moment to realise the significance of what was under his hand. He gave a cry of outrage and leapt away from April, his cock still twitching in the final throes of its orgasm. Knowing Ian as I did, I wasn't surprised when he raised his hand to slap April's laughing face. Ian, however, was surprised when his hand was caught in a strong grip. Turning, he was confronted by a group of burly leather-clad men, who had been playing pool earlier and who were some more of April's friends. Without a word, one of them thumped Ian in the face. Then they dragged him over to the pool table, and bent him over it. They yanked his trousers down, then they took it in turns to fuck him. I cringed in sympathy each time he yelled, remembering all too well how it had felt when I had been subjected to a similar experience. April, on the other hand, was having a great time, circling the pool table with a video camera recording every action. When they had finished fucking Ian, they forced him to his knees to suck their cocks clean. When he protested, they hit him again, then threatened him with a huge dildo similar to the one he had threatened me with. Overcome with empathy, I couldn't stand by and watch any more. I went over to put an end to proceedings. I caught hold of April, and begged her to stop. She gave me a pitying look, and told me to listen to exactly what Ian was saying. When his mouth wasn't filled with a cock, he was begging them to wait a bit. "I've got a girl coming. She's really hot and she'll let you fuck her any way you want. She'll be here any minute, mate, honest. She's got a real tight cunt, and a slick arse hole. She sucks cock like a pro too. Just wait until she arrives, I'll make her do anything you want." Why I hadn't expected Ian to offer me in his place, I don't know. My sympathy evaporating away, I still couldn't stay and watch. But before I left, April showed Ian some of the film she had shot and the photographs that had been taken. "Take down that site you created of my good friend here," she ordered. Ian caught sight of me for the first time, and his jaw dropped in amazement. "I also want every negative and every copy of those pictures you took of her. Otherwise, the pics I took today will start appearing in very embarrassing places. Furthermore, if you ever lay a finger on her, or even threaten her in any way, my friends here will pay you a visit. We borrowed that key you gave your brother and had a copy cut. So be good, OK?" "OK," Ian agreed through gritted teeth, glaring at me. "Good. And just to help you remember, take this." Without any warning, April took the massive dildo and rammed it into Ian's rear. I left with his cry of outrage still echoing in my ears. I don't know if April's revenge had helped or not, but I definitely felt safer and more confident after that day. Seeing the person who had subjected me to such abuse so easily turned into a victim himself somehow made it easier for me to accept that it hadn't been my fault. In addition, I no longer had to tremble with dread every time the phone rang or we were invited to a family gathering. Ian did his best to avoid me, obviously taking April's threat seriously. Eventually, my life more or less returned to normal. In fact, the long term results of what Ian had put me through were all positive. Not only did I gain a new and unique friend, but my sex life with John became much more adventurous, which just made our marriage stronger. So I didn't suffer to much in the end from being at my brother-in-law's mercy
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