DONT RESCUE ME, PART 3 - Broken
By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com
She enjoys her new degree of dominance over him.


(In Parts 1 & 2, 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 was learning several martial arts, and during
one of their lovemaking sessions she seized the top position, discovering that
she could dominate and control Stanley physically as well.)

Part 3

For her part, Debra always knew instinctively that Stanley's unconditional
love and complete sexual worship of her gave her all the power in the
relationship, allowing her to emotionally intimidate and manipulate him with
ease. But now, the morning after she had physically overpowered him and forced
him to do something that utterly revolted him, and then made him LIKE IT, she
realized that she could do anything to him she wanted and there was absolutely
nothing he would or could do about it, except perhaps flee. She would,
however, make sure he knew that even that cowardly challenge to her power
would be only temporary. She could always find him again if she chose, and
then her punishment would be severe and exceedingly enjoyable, for her at
least. Love might die eventually, but dominance lasts forever. This new
feeling of power was invigorating and incredibly arousing to her.

The next morning, she was standing at the Keurig machine in her pajama top,
waiting for her coffee to finish. Stanley came down the stairs and into the
kitchen with a dire need for caffeine after his physically and spiritually
exhausting night before. He stood back a little, waiting; she turned and
stepped into him, wrapped her arms around him and crushed him to her while
kissing him hard on the mouth. He trembled and did not kiss her back, but she
soon felt his mound of male flesh growing larger between them. She kept
kissing him until he DID kiss her back, but then she abruptly broke off the
kiss and pushed him backward until his butt bumped the bare kitchen table.

She pushed him over it onto his back, grabbed the legs of his pajama bottoms,
and yanked them down just enough to expose the turgid toy she lusted to play
with. She climbed up onto the table, straddled and mounted him, fucking him so
hard the heavy wooden table began to creak as if about to collapse. The
feeling ofabsolute power had Debra near the edge in no time; she could tell
Stanley was holding on as long as possible, unsure what she would do if he let
go too soon, and she smiled with satisfaction even as she was about to lose
control herself.

Her breath quickened as she neared her peak and still he was holding on,
grimacing with the effort. She wanted to make him come with her; at the very
least she couldn't let him outlast her, dammit! She put her hands around his
throat, squeezed hard, and bellowed: "COME! NOW!"

"AAAAGH!" he cried as his back arched and his hips bucked upward, powering out
his cum in several long expulsions. His consciousness faded slightly from
herchoking him even as he was still coming, making his orgasm more intense;
his entire body felt released. "OOOOOOHHHH... " he moaned, his very essence
seeming to flow from him along with his cum.

"YEAH! YEAH! FUCK YEAH!" she roared as her orgasm vibrated through her,
causing her to release her grip on Stanley's throat. She furiously rode it
out. Her love glove clamped down and her contractions made him spew the very
last of his seed. She settled on top of him, recovering quickly. She quietly
smiled down at him as she felt his softening snake collapse and slide back out
of her. She climbed down from the table, picked up her coffee cup and took a
sip while she admired her handiwork: a disheveled pile of man flesh covering
the top of the table. He just lay there on his back, completely spent. He
could never understand how orgasms always seemed to drain him but energize
her.

She looked over at him amusedly. "How was THAT for breakfast, eh, baby?" He
nodded his head and gave a weak thumbs-up sign, still recovering his breath
and his wits. "Good!" she said happily "because it's time for dessert!"

He groaned, knowing what dessert meant. She put her cup on the counter,
grabbed his briefcase from where it sat by the door to the garage, and laid it
on its side under the end of the table where his head lay. She grabbed his
armpits and slid him forward on the table until his head lolled over the edge,
then stepped up on the briefcase and leaned her pussy into his face. Without
hesitation he began the job of thoroughly cleaning her with his tongue, his
face upside-down in her crotch. By the time she finished, his pulse was
pounding in his head.

One orgasm for her and one neck strain for him later she stepped down, went to
the coffee machine and made another cup. She very graciously offered it to
Stanley, which gave him incentive to get himself off the table and not make
her wait. He struggled to his feet, gratefully accepted the steaming cup of
joe and took a sip: White Castle, his favorite! On rare occasions she was
really nice to him. He savored the aroma and taste of the delicious coffee
with every sip until it was gone, and put the cup in the dishwasher while
Debra half-sat on the edge of the table, reading the folded newspaper.

As he walked by her on the way out of the kitchen, WHACK! she smacked his ass
and did her best wolf whistle. "Nice ass, Toots!" He smiled wanly in response
as he continued out of the room, his appreciation tinged with more than a
little bit of fear. He sensed that this was the beginning of something new,
but of what he wasn't sure.

He would soon find that her new sense of physical as well as sexual power over
him had made her insatiable. After fucking and then again nose-raping him
Sunday night, she slept late the next morning while he rose and prepared for
another workday. When he returned from work, she again met him at the door,
dressed in her Princess Leia slave outfit for GenCon, sans collar and chain.
She danced before him, the "skirt" swaying back and forth, putting her strong,
shapely legs on full display and offering brief glances of her Gates of
Heaven. She slunk toward him, swaying her hips as she walked.

Mesmerized, he was completely compliant while she dragged him down to the
floor and roughly had her way with him. She fucked him there before dinner and
then twice on the leather couch before they went to bed. In the wee hours of
the next morning he was awakened by her rolling him onto his back to
immediately mount his morning wood. She fucked him ruthlessly until he cried
out and came, then schoolgirl-pinned him in the usual fashion and made him
"clean her up" until she came twice, after which she abruptly dismounted from
him and without a word went into the bathroom to shower.

He laid there for several minutes recovering from the "Wham bam, thank you
Ma'am" she had just forced on him, the fourth one in less than 24 hours. After
regaining some of his strength, he dragged himself down to the kitchen to make
a cup of coffee, which he would sorely need to make it through the day at
work. He felt quite literally depleted: Debra's athletic fucking seemed to
have drained more than just his cum supply. He downed the coffee, set the mug
on the counter and then leaned against it, closing his eyes and hanging his
head for a moment, dozing.

"Hey!" startled him awake a few moments later. He turned to see her standing
in the doorway, dressed in the red silk shorty robe that he loved so much
because it exposed every inch of her strong curvy legs, and gave just a peek
at the bottom of her gorgeous round buns of velvet-covered steel. The steamy
wetness of her body caused the robe to cling to every one of her dangerous
curves. Her hair had been brushed but was still wet and stringy, framing her
face, accentuating the fresh radiance of her skin and the burning intensity in
her eyes.

She languidly crossed the floor toward him like a runway model, in three long
strides, her hips swaying exaggeratedly. She pinned him to the counter with
her hips, bear hugged him and forced a deep kiss, her tongue pushing past his
lips to invade his mouth. He was weary and weak, but with her marauding kiss
he became wide-awake. She sucked his tongue into her mouth so far that she
could practically swallow it, and so hard that it hurt him. He felt like she
was devouring him, like a male spider being devoured by the bigger female
after mating.

Her bear hug pinned him to the counter and kept him completely immobilized. To
his astonishment she suddenly broke off the kiss, moved her bear hug down
below his elbows, and lifted him off the floor. He struggled weakly, knowing
he had no chance against her superior strength, especially since she had his
arms wrapped up and his feet off the floor. She turned and carried himonce
again over to one end of the big table and set him on his feet with his butt
up against it. She yanked his pajama bottoms down and pushed him back onto the
table. He was embarrassed to find that his overused and abused cock was
nevertheless standing hard and tall.

"Can't get enough, can you baby?" she chuckled with satisfaction. She moved to
the side of the table and took his meat rod in hand, pumping it furiously. No
preliminary teasing touch, no loving caress; this was a display of sexual
power and she made sure he felt it in every one of her rough strokes. In about
30 seconds the head of his shaft glistened with pre-cum and he moaned, knowing
he was about to lose his load. She knew it, too, and grabbed his hair and
raised his head to make him look down the barrel of his own love gun. He knew
what she was making him do but was powerless to stop it, her expert
power-stroking quickly sending him over the edge. "YEAH!" she yelled when she
felt the love wand in her hand spasm and fire off its load. Owing to Stanley's
depleted condition the blast was a small one, but it still set new velocity
and distance records, rocketing a spray of drops directly into his eyes and
mouth.

She released his hair, dropping his head back to the table. She gripped his
shaft tightly with her thumb and forefinger and squeegeed the spilt cum from
the outside of his cock as well as milking the last drops from inside it. She
licked the fruit of her labor off her fingers and hand, savoring its salty
flavor.

"Mmm... " she hummed with satisfaction, and bent down and forced another hard
kiss on him, pushing the residue of his cum from her mouth into his. When she
was done, she smiled as she looked into his defeated eyes with amusement and
satisfaction, and then walked away. He laid there on the table completely
exhausted, and dozed off. When he finally awoke and dragged himself upstairs
to shower and dress, she had already left the house.