DONT RESCUE ME, PART 2
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com
She had him in an exquisite Hell, until another took him away by force ... .

(In Part 1, Stanley and his wife Debra were looking forward to dressing up and
attending GenCon, the fantasy/science fiction/cosplay convention to be held in
Indianapolis the following week. Debra, a naturally voluptuous and deceptively
powerful woman, had learned long ago how to control and manipulate her
diminutive spouse Stanley through verbal abuse and humiliation. She had
recently been working out and learning several martial arts, however, and
during one of their lovemaking sessions she seized the top position,
discovering that she could dominate and control Stanley physically as well.)

Part 2

Her newfound feeling of power aroused her so much she suddenly felt the urgent
need to wring another orgasm out of him. She dug her heels into the sides of
his chest and smacked his leg, spurring her hobby horse onward. He responded
with firmer, ever more rapid tongue strokes timed to match the steadily
increasing rocking of her hips and the growing volume of her growling,
guttural cries. When she finally did come with a thunderous vibrating orgasm
that reverberated throughout her body, she roared in triumph so loudly that
the windows shook, her cum flowing in a torrent that nearly drowned the
hapless little man below her. She was almost certain that her passionate
explosion had been heard by the neighbors and would likely offend them. FUCK
'EM she thought, as she came back to herself. She vowed that in the future
they were going to hear a LOT more of her bellowing roars of ecstatic victory,
whether they wanted to or not.

She rose up, unstraddled him and slid off the bed. Their oral session had gone
on so long that his refractory period had ended and his reddish pink passion
pillar once again returned to its fully erect state. Debra laughed at the
sight. "Finish that on your own, Baby" she winked, "and don't think of anyone
else but me!" She turned her back to him and walked into the master bathroom
to take a shower. He watched her gorgeous backside recede away from him until
she closed and locked the door behind her, then dragged himself out of bed and
staggered down the hall to the guest bathroom, his rock hard mini-man bobbing
up and down, mocking him with every step. He stood before the sink and began
furiously working his throbbing pump handle, but the unsettling images in his
mind of what had just happened were troubling and confusing, making it hard to
concentrate on the task at hand in order to see it thought to completion. She
had finally taken control of even this part of their life together, and in
doing so had used him as a mere instrument of her own pleasure, like a
sausage, or a cucumber, or more accurately a living dildo. He was so
preoccupied with thinking about how this last bit of control in his life had
been ripped away that it was hard to make himself come.

The mental picture that he couldn't get out of his brain was one that was at
once arousing and disturbing: He saw her on top of him holding him down,
dominating him, making him feel small and insignificant at the same time she
was forcing him to feel incredible pleasure. She had more or less raped him,
which made him feel almost completely emasculated. If that weren't
demoralizing enough, he was humiliated to find that he had to admit to himself
that he had actually LIKED it. He found it had been amazingly freeing to
finally surrender and let her take control of him and his pleasure: with her
in charge he was no longer responsible for the success or failure of their
lovemaking. She would most certainly always make it good for her, which would
most likely be good for him, as long as she didn't kill him in the process. He
hated it when the weak part of him that feared her punishments cried out that
with the current state of their relationship, anything that kept her happy or
at least not angry with him would be a GOOD thing.

He thought about it for some time, and as he visualized that terrible,
gorgeous goddess on top of him, holding him down while using him for her own
pleasure, he absent-mindedly began stroking himself as he finally accepted the
hard truth of what had happened: She had taken over their sex and in the
process completely dominated him, but dammit, he was forced to admit he
actually enjoyed it. She had always been able to get her own way, but this was
different. She had physically forced him to do what she wanted, there had been
nothing he could do about it, and she had made him LIKE it. The realization
made his internal resistance crumble and fall, and in one fell swoop he
completely surrendered and gave himself over to the new reality of their
sexual relationship.

Having done so, his internal visualization of the night's events suddenly
became more erotic to him, and he now consciously began stroking himself as he
relived each moment. He embellished his concrete memories with ephemeral
fantasy, becoming more aroused every second. In his mind's eye she exquisitely
tortured him by making him wait forever to climax, but then after taking her
own pleasure she finally ordered him to come and come HARD. He instantly
obeyed her command in both in his fantasy and in reality. He pumped himself
furiously past the point of no return to finish with several explosions,
groaning and shaking with his most incredible self-produced orgasm ever, and
his seriously depleted cum cannon nevertheless managed to fire off all of what
little ammo it had managed to reload, blasting high velocity droplets across
the sink and onto the wall behind it. His member continued to come, its dry
heaving almost more intense than the previous actual expulsions. He came so
hard he had to hold onto the side of the vanity to avoid sinking to his knees,
moaning so loudly he was afraid Debra would hear him down the hall. Surrender
had been good for him, in the realm of fantasy at least. As he recovered, he
shuddered to think what more she had in store for him ... .

When he finished cleaning up the wall, the sink, and himself, he returned to
the bedroom only to find Debra in bed and fast asleep. He slipped in beside
her, closed his eyes and slipped into a deep, exhausted sleep. Sometime later,
however, he had a nightmare: his wife was naked and dancing erotically in
front of him, making his cock hard as rock, when suddenly she threw him down
on the floor, grabbed his throbbing erect cock and ripped it off, then forced
his legs apart and took the still hard cock and began fucking him in the ass
with it ... .

He awoke to find her still sleeping peacefully beside him, but with her hand
wrapped tightly around his morning wood. He tried to slip away from her and
roll over to get up, but she reflexively gripped him tighter until there was
no way he could extricate himself without disturbing her, with unpleasant
consequences. He went back to sleep, hoping she would release him before he
woke again and needed to go to the bathroom.

Debra awoke early that Saturday morning and discovered she had enjoyed herself
so much the night before that she wondered why she had never seized the top
position before. Since she already controlled Stanley in just about every
other facet of their life together, it only made sense that she should
dominate him in this part of their lives as well, but she supposed that before
now she had rather enjoyed Stanley being on top and fucking her because 1) he
had to do all the work, 2) he worshipped her totally, and 3) it had been
rather relaxing for her to just lie back and enjoy it.

Then, too, whenever he failed to please her it was just another excuse to heap
abuse on him in order to keep him under her thumb, although she tried not to
actually belittle his cocksmanship, since in most respects he was a good lover
and she wanted to keep him that way. No, if he failed to satisfy her, she
would usually just say he was being lazy and had not really been trying, which
worked out well because it always made him try that much harder the next time.
She had loved watching him tire himself out trying to outdo his last
performance, and just when he was about to collapse from exhaustion she would
make him come and then, having outlasted him, she could make him redeem
himself by finishing her orally at her leisure, often more than once; she
really much preferred his tongue work to his fucking, anyway.

Now, however, it had felt so good to completely dominate Stanley sexually that
she wanted to do it again and again. She fucked him in the same way that
night, and for four more nights in a row. She would attack wherever and
whenever she wanted, engage in enough foreplay to get him hard, then seize the
superior position and ride him until he came. After that she would make him
eat her until SHE came more than once. By Friday she was having so much fun
that she met Stanley at the door when he arrived home from work, holding a
pitcher of martinis, dressed only in a see-through black negligée. They sat on
the couch and drank together until Stanley had consumed one more than his
usual proscribed limit of two drinks, then they watched a porn video on TV
while she had two more. After she finished the last one she stood up and
pulled him to his feet, roughly pulled him to her and forced her tongue into
his mouth for a long, lascivious kiss. When she was done she pulled back and
began gradually undressing him.

When all his clothes lay in a little pile at his feet, she sat back down and
commanded him to dance naked in front of her while she relaxed on the couch,
laughing while he gyrated as sexily as he knew how, hoping to please her or at
least please God not to anger her. She continued to giggle as he performed his
goofy burlesque before her, but after a few moments he noted with surprised
relief that she had slipped one of her hands up under her negligee, telling
him to keep dancing until she told him to stop. She gazed intently at his
manhood, and as if by her telepathic will he became rock hard, his cock waving
back and forth as he continued to perform.

She stood, chuckled and grabbed him to her, kissing him hard. After a kiss
that took his breath away, she bent, lifted him up and threw him over her
shoulder, keeping her hand on his ass to keep him steady but also to emphasize
her ownership of that ass. Damn, all that gym work was paying off, he thought:
She had manhandled him with hardly any effort at all. A little tipsy, she
wobbled a bit as she walked but still managed to make it to the bed and
expertly toss him onto his back. As she had all week, she mounted and fucked
him, slowly, leisurely, watching his face contort as she flexed her vagina and
worked her body to made him feel things he'd never felt until she began
dominating him.

She laughed when he moaned as if dying and expended himself into her. Having
accepted yet another form of domination, he never even once in all that week
thought of trying to wrestle her down so he could be on top. No, so far he
didn't mind at all. She was making him feel heretofore unknown ecstasy, so
much that he hardly noticed as each time she smeared their cumbination of
fluids up his body until her sex was at his face, and he dutifully cleaned her
up until she was satisfied. This time, however, owing to her intoxication, she
slid a little too far forward and settled her pussy onto his nose instead his
mouth. "Oh!" she breathed, "Oh, DAMN, that's GOOD!" She rocked herself back
and forth on it, slowly at first, but then faster and harder, until the
cartilage in his nose was clicking and popping with each stroke as if it might
break free from the bone, but just when Stanley was sure his proboscis
couldn't take any more abuse Debra came loudly, shuddering as her juices
flooded into his nostrils until he gagged, which made her giggle as he
thrashed about, stimulating her even more.

She started to finish that way again the next night, and while she was riding
his nose like a springy dildo, he was trying to breathe through his mouth. At
one point, trying to swallow her cum, he stuck his tongue out forcefully to
avoid gagging, and inadvertently poked the tip of it into her asshole.
Revolted, he cringed and withdrew it, but she cried "OH! OH WOW! Do that
again, baby!"

"DOE!" he cried, his nose still stuck in her vagina, making him sound like he
had a cold. "I-I-I CAND'T!"

"Oh Fuck, that felt SO good, Little Man. DO IT!"

"DOE!" he cried again, "I DONWADDA EAD SHIT! I'MB NOD DOIN' IT!"

"OH, GET OVER IT!" she bellowed. "DO IT, OR YOU WON'T BE HAPPY WITH THE
RESULT, I SWEAR!"

"DOE!" he yelled again. She was still holding his arms down with her shins,
but in his anger and desperate panic he thrust upward mightily. It took her
off-guard, since it had been ages since he had said boo much less resisted
her. She was unbalanced and fell backward, her butt landing on his knees and
her legs splayed forward. He forced himself up into a sitting position; he
reached forward to try to throw her off his knees so he could escape, but her
calves slid up to where they were riding his shoulders. Before he could grab
them to push them away she locked her ankles behind his head flexed her
gorgeous, muscular calves into the sides of his neck, hard. "AACK!" he
squawked, just before his breathing was cut off and the flow of blood to his
brain dwindled to almost nothing.

"Night-night, baby!" she said sweetly while staring smugly into his eyes as
the light in them faded. In seconds he was out, collapsing onto his back on
the bed. She slid back, grabbed his ankles and dragged him toward the foot of
the bed a short way, then knelt at his head facing his feet and laid over his
torso with her thighs on either side of his head. She reached back, grabbed
his hair and pulled his head up between her muscular, deliciously curved
thighs until his nose touched her ass. She held it there and waited.

Only a few seconds later, Stanley came to; he immediately realized he was
looking at his wife's gorgeous ass up close and personal. Before he really
knew what he was doing, he instinctively reached up and caressed her velvet
covered buns of steel with his hands. She reached back and grabbed both hands,
pulling his arms out straight. "Stop" she commanded, matter of factly. "You
need to get over this silly aversion of yours. You are going to learn to lick
my ass just as well as you lick my pussy, or I will pop your head off your
shoulders. Understand?" She flexed those gorgeous, massive thighs so hard that
he felt sure his jaw and neck were about to fracture.

"ORRRRRRR!" he screamed in pain.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'" she said calmly. "I'm going to ease up on the
pressure enough for you to get to work, okay?... I SAID, OKAY??"

"Yssh!" he cried into her ass cheeks. Tears were welling up in his eyes, both
from pain and humiliation. He instantly understood the impact of something she
was only beginning to realize: By physically forcing him to do this thing he
would never do voluntarily, something he absolutely abhorred, she had just
crushed much more than just the sides of his face.

"Just do it, Baby" she said softly with a smile, wiggling her ass a little.
Now that they had firmly established who was in control, she knew she had no
need to be loud or forceful, and he did, too. Resignedly he pushed his nose
forward, parting her sexy and oh so powerful butt cheeks. Slowly, tentatively,
he poked her little brown starfish with his tongue. "Mmm ... " she responded,
and sighed as he began to explore, merely touching it with his tongue at
first, but then poking it deeper and deeper into her round brown hole. "MMM,"
she hummed, louder. He began licking her little back door with longer, ever
more forceful strokes. "Ooh, that's good!" she cooed. He tried to concentrate
on the onerous task at hand and put out of his mind the less pleasant of the
new textures and aromas he was experiencing, nevertheless coming to the
realization that he now knew how shit tasted. Soon, however, his joy at her
little sounds of pleasure and the feel of those velvet covered orbs of
rock-hard muscle against his face overcame his revulsion, and he was lapping
at her back door with gusto, like the dutiful little slave he had finally,
completely become.

As he fervently continued with his once now not so unpleasant task, unsettling
feelings of debasement and degradation still continued to nip at the edge of
his consciousness, but then suddenly those feelings disappeared when he was
startled by her shuddering, then crying out in a sharp, short wail that ended
in a loud sigh, which made him feel nothing but joy and satisfaction that he
had succeeded in bringing his Queen to a climax, which seem to make worthwhile
what he'd had to do to accomplish it. There was a trickle of her cum that
dripped down upon his chin. He savored its warmth.

She sat relaxed there on top of him, closing her eyes and savoring the last of
her contractions, then she leaned forward and rested her face on his upper
thigh. She was surprised to find something gently touching the side of her
face. It was the part of him that was most valuable to her, after his tongue
that is, standing hard and tall, twitching slightly. "Ha!" she chuckled, "I
guess you actually like that now after all, eh?" He didn't speak, just lay
there in confusion and shame, overcome by the realization that everything
about her aroused him in spite of the pain she otherwise caused him:
domineering bitchiness, her constant psychological reduction of his ego to
dust, and now her effortless physical superiority over him all served to break
down what little self-respect he'd had left. He had surrendered to her
completely and was willing to let her fuck him in any and every way possible,
and not just sexually.