Marital Stress.  Part 2. Trauma. 
By GW
Husband Don finds it nearly impossible to deal with his beautiful wife Ellen's wrestling victory over him.


This story contains violence and n/c sex, f/m rape and should only be 
read by mature adults 


Trauma 

When Ellen woke up the morning, after she unexpectedly defeated her 
husband in a hotly contested wrestling match,  Don was gone. Later that 
morning, she called his office. After a delay, Tracey, his secretary 
told her he was in conference, and too busy to talk right then. Things 
went on like that for a week. Don left early and came home late. He ate 
out, and slept in the guest room. He buried himself in his work trying 
to forget his traumatic humiliation. He tried to get over it and forget 
it, but he was obsessed by it. He couldn't get it out of his mind for 
more than a few minutes at a time. 

At first, Ellen was ashamed of her behavior that night. She was contrite 
and tried to make amends. But it was as though she had ceased to exist 
for Don. Every gesture was rebuffed. Don ignored her, or answered her in 
monosyllables, as though she were a stranger. He wouldn't look her in 
the eye, and every time she tried to discuss what happened, it drove him 
out of the house. 

Ellen was painfully hurt by Don's refusal to acknowledge her existence, 
or even give her as much consideration as a family pet. They had enjoyed 
a very active sex life, and Ellen was used to frequent sexual 
gratification several nights a week. Don's refusal to even sleep in the 
same bed, was driving her crazy. She missed the playful attention as 
much as the sex. As the days went by she got more nervous and edgy, 
every day. She could have handled abstinence, but not on top of Don's 
cold, glaring, seeming hatred for her. After one week, she was a nervous 
wreck. At the end of two weeks, she was like a cat in heat. 

One night, Ellen couldn't take any more. She had to resolve things, or 
go crazy. She crept into the guest room, while Don was taking a shower. 
She waited in the guest bathroom, until the water stopped. Don stepped 
out of the shower naked. 

Ellen was wearing a lacy, pink nightgown, her most expensive perfume, 
and she'd just been to the Beauty Parlor. She knew without false 
modesty, that her big boobs, slinky athletic build, and blond curls, 
made her sexy as hell. 

After two weeks without sex, Don's big muscular body, wet and naked, set 
Ellen's heart aflutter. She felt weak in the pit of her stomach. "Don, 
please we've got to talk. I love you. I need you! I'm sorry for what 
happened, please, won't you forget it?"  Her voice was contrite and 
humble. 

"Don't you understand? Every time I see you, all I think about is you 
beating me up and raping me. I always though I was some knd o he-man who 
could protect you! Now, I'm the weak, defenseless one!" Don said 
plaintively. "It's as though you castrated me or something." He blurted 
out red-faced at having to make such an admission. 

Ellen glanced down suggestively at his huge penis. "Oh Honey, no one who 
saw that, could ever think you were castrated." She said soothingly in 
her most seductive voice. She swayed over to him, and kissed him on the 
chest. She sank down on her knees in front of him. 

"Oh its so big and powerful." Ellen said in her most ingenuous tone. She 
hugged Don's legs and began kissing his powerful, muscular thighs. Her 
lips slid upwards, and Don responded. Timidly, she touched her pouting, 
pink lips to his big pole. She began kissing and sucking. His huge penis 
sprang to erection, and Ellen sucked with desperate enthusiasm. 

Don was shaking. He couldn't deny he was turned on. He knew only a fool 
would turn down a passionate, infinitely exciting woman, like Ellen. 
Yet, Ellen's babyish, submissive behavior tonight, only brought back 
their last sexual encounter; when, she'd imprisoned him helplessly under 
her hot, thrusting body, forcefully dominated him, and callously used 
him as her sex toy. Don broke out into a cold sweat, at the thought of 
that night. Remembering again, Don gave a sudden jerk of his powerful 
body. He tore away from Ellen, pulling his penis from her adoring mouth. 

"No don't take it away, please Don. I need it. I need You! Don please, I 
love you so much." Ellen whimpered as she clung abjectly to her 
husband's brawny legs. 

When Don turned and tried to walk away, Ellen was dragged along still 
clinging to the backs of his legs. Seeing his proud, beautiful wife 
humiliated, almost sickened Don. "Please, Ellen, don't do this!" He 
begged. 

Don felt like a pig, treating Ellen this way, yet he couldn't get forget 
the horror of that other night, either. When Don stopped, Ellen stood 
up. She hugged his waist raining kisses on his back. Her hands were all 
over his body, intimately fondling him. Don tried to get loose, but it 
was as hopeless as shaking off a clinging limpet.             

Don moved forward, dragging Ellen with him again. "Ellen, damn it!  Let 
go! Please!"  Don pleaded. Ellen's arms were wound tightly around his 
chest, and then she wrapped her legs around his hips riding him almost 
piggy back style, humping herself against him. He felt sorry for her, 
but he was horrified by her behavior. "She's like a bitch in heat!"  He 
thought in near-disgust. 

Unable to deal with his chaotic feelings any other way, Don reacted with 
unthinking physical force. He flung himself backwards. Ellen's back 
banged against the wall with shocking impact. Her grip on Don's body 
loosened. 

"You bastard!" Ellen hissed as she dropped to her feet behind Don. 

Ellen was near hysteria. Two weeks of Don's apparent hatred, followed by 
his boorishly, brutal rejection of her physical advances wounded her 
feelings and her pride. Her emotions were so chaotic, she could hardly 
distinguish between love and hate. The physical hurt drove her over the 
edge, to a nearly insane fury. 

Without even thinking, Ellen picked up a heavy glass bottle of shampoo 
from the counter and hurled it. She didn't even aim, she was so angry, 
but the bottle struck Don squarely on the back of the head. 

Don saw flashes of light and almost keeled over unconscious. Even the 
sight of Don staggering and nearly falling didn't appease Ellen's raging 
anger. In a frenzy, she ran at him and grabbed him around the waist with 
both arms. This time, instead of a caress, her arms tightened violently 
in a bear hug just above his hips. 

"You want to play games, Lover?  O.K. I can play games too!"  She 
hissed, furiously. She reached down and grasped Don's scrotum in a claw-
like grip of steel, not relaxing the bear hug at all. Her hands clutched 
so hard, that Don nearly passed out at the pain. He cried out shrilly. 

Ellen's grip on his scrotum hampered Don's struggles. He tried to duck 
down and grab her ankle, but she hopped nimbly aside.  Ellen sensed Don 
was going to try to ram her into the wall again. She leaned backward, 
gave a desperate heave, and hoisted Don off the floor. He kicked his 
legs and waved his arms and struggled insanely. 

Dangling foolishly helpless in his wife's arms again, Don didn't have 
time to dwell on his humiliation. When he shouted "Let me down, Goddam 
you!" Ellen tightened her grip on his testicles instead, intensifying 
the pain unbelievably. Ellen squeezed unmercifully, until Don almost 
wept. He got woozy, and his body hung limp in Ellen's strong, punishing 
arms. Feeling Don weaken, Ellen finally set him down. 

Don almost fell over, but he stumbled away on wobbly legs, anxious to 
get as far away from his wife as he could. He was holding his injured 
testicles in his hand. They still hurt like the blazes. 

Ellen didn't let Don get far. She swooped down and grabbed his ankles 
from behind and pulled his legs out from under him. Don tumbled flat on 
his face. He was too surprised by Ellen's attack to protect himself. His 
beautiful wife knee dropped onto the small of his back, pinning him 
immobile to the floor. Ellen only knelt there a moment, before twisting 
Don's limp arm into a hammer lock. She twisted and wrenched his muscular 
arm until the pain became unbearable. 

Once again Ellen had handled her husband and pinned him helplessly to 
the floor. She was inflicting  incredible pain and worse humiliation. 
Don couldn't do anything at all to stop her. He knew he was awake, but 
he seemed to be in the midst of his worst nightmare. Don relieved his 
intolerable frustration the only way left, he wept helplessly for the 
first time in his adult life. 

Ellen's fury abated when she realized her husband was sobbing softly. 
Perplexed, she got off him and let him up too. In amazement, Ellen saw 
there really were tears running down Don's strong, handsome face. The 
sight almost shattered her. 

Awkwardly Ellen patted his arm. "I'm sorry Hon!" She said, almost 
weeping herself. "I'm so sorry!" 

Don cut her off with a near hysterical outburst." You dirty perverted, 
little bitch, you're sick!" He shouted. 

"Oh don't, Don, please!. It's just that I do love you so much and you 
act just as though you detest me. It drives me crazy!"  Ellen begged. 
She tried to explain, but Don continued to hurl abuse at her. On the 
verge of hysteria herself, Ellen couldn't deal with it. To stop him, she 
slapped him across the face. She'd already hurt him badly, and Don 
staggered sideways. Ellen slapped him again, unable to stop herself. Don 
stumbled away from her, through the doorway back into the bedroom. Ellen 
followed closely. Poised on the knife edge between fury and remorse, she 
instinctively tried to maintain close contact. 

"Get away from me!" Don shouted, "You sadistic, little, macho, bitch." 

That remark drove Ellen over the edge. She hit Don with her fist, right 
in the gut. In her fury she put all her considerable muscular power into 
the blow. Preparing to defend himself from another slap, Ellen, once 
again, caught her husband off-guard. Feeling like a mule kicked him in 
the belly, Don folded up, and fell face down, across the silk coverlet 
of the guestroom waterbed. 

Oblivious to everything but her wrath, Ellen jumped on top of her 
husband, striking wildly without doing much damage, but adding to his 
humiliation. Knocked down and pinned under Ellen's solid body one more 
time, Don struggled furiously, but on the waterbed he had no leverage, 
and his fierce little wife had already taken a lot out of him.  He just 
wallowed around, helplessly. 

Contact with Don's body was driving Ellen mad.  She was torn between 
sexual desire, her genuine love for Don, and new, darker feelings 
aroused by their violent physical confrontation. Her swirling emotions 
drove Ellen into a sexual frenzy beyond control. She had to have her 
husband, one way or the other. She stopped hitting Don, and instead 
hugged him with passionate desperation. 

Ellen rubbed herself against Don like a cat in heat. She flattened her 
big, silk-sheathed breasts against the bare muscles of his back. She 
desperately wrapped her arms crushingly around his chest. She mashed her 
silk clad loins against his hard muscular buttocks, riding them 
dominantly. 

Don was helplessly caught between his strong, young wife, and the 
yielding silk-covered waterbed. The combination of Ellen's passionate 
assault and Don's own struggles, rubbed his already stiff penis against 
the silk coverlet, until he thought he'd explode. Finally he did! After 
two weeks of denial himself, Don came tremendously. Afterwards, his big 
body went limp. 

It took a few moments for Ellen to realize what happened. She was sick 
with disappointment, shaking with her un-assuaged, passionate arousal. 
She stumbled dumbly off her husband's body, all hope of salvation 
snatched away from her. 

Don rolled over on his back. His penis already shrinking. The results of 
his gigantic ejaculation stained half the bed. "I guess you won't be 
getting any tonight after all." He said. The nasty, smugness in his 
voice was like a knife in Ellen's heart. Her own husband was happy that 
he'd denied her. 

"Goddamn you!" Ellen wailed in disappointment. "Don please! I'm on fire! 
I need you. You've got to finish me! Don please." Ellen pulled off her 
silken nightgown. Naked, her proud, slim body was shaking in distress. 
"Don, please? I really need you!" 

In his fury, Don callously taunted: "Why don't you do it for yourself 
Ms. Macho?" 

That final insensitivity drove Ellen mad. She had to have some release 
or she'd go insane. She threw herself on top of Don's chest, pummeling 
his face. "You will do it! You will! One way or the other. You've got 
to!" She wailed hysterically. 

Don was pinned down on the unstable waterbed by Ellen's frantic 
onslaught. Her hard, little, fists smashed his unprotected face. Ellen's 
fists nearly closed his right eye. He tried to throw her off, but she 
kneed him in the crotch, still throbbing from her last attack. 

Don shrieked, his face turned pasty white, and his struggles grew 
noticeably weaker. Ellen sensed that he was weak and groggy. Roughly, 
the small, naked, blond manhandled her husband until his head dangled 
over the side of the bed. The back of his neck pressed painfully, down 
on the bed's board frame. 

Ellen squirmed around, and straddled Don's face with her thighs. His 
head provided a steady platform, and she sat directly on his face. Her 
solid body pinned his head securely in place, while he floundered 
helplessly on the unsteady, lurching waterbed. Ellen's sturdy, little, 
thighs crushed the sides of his head. She had a cruel, implacable, grip 
on his thick, black hair. 


Ellen pushed Don's face against her wet, open pussy. "All right, you 
miserable bastard, now you can finish me, this way! I don't care whether 
you like it or not! If you don't do it, I'll strangle you. It doesn't 
matter to me one way or the other, anymore!" Ellen shrieked. She 
tightened her thighs convulsively, to demonstrate her power. 

Don looked up helplessly, from between Ellen's unrelenting thighs. He 
saw the fury in her flushed face. It scared him! There was no knowing 
what Ellen would do in her nearly insane fury. He had no choice. In his 
heart, he knew too that he'd brought it on himself, and that made it all 
the worse. 

Fearfully, Don complied with Ellen's command. It was a task he usually 
loved. Now he hated Ellen for forcing him to do it. He hated himself 
more, for being too weak to stop her. He stuck out his tongue, and 
licked her salty sticky pussy. He kissed it and sought her clitoris. 

While her husband abjectly serviced her, Ellen rode him like a newly 
broken horse. If his enthusiasm flagged for a moment, she tightened her 
legs threateningly, and pulled his hair, vengefully. Ellen came with all 
the pent up frustration Don's long denial had cost her. Her reaction was 
so violent, she almost broke his neck. Her thighs tightened with such 
convulsive strength, Don was terrified she'd crush his head like an 
eggshell. 

Ellen nearly swooned in relief at her release. She swayed, but didn't 
release Don from the fleshy prison of her svelte, steely thighs. As her 
mind cleared though, she looked down at Don's face and noticed he was 
sobbing like a girl again. 

Now that it was over, Ellen was terribly ashamed, but she was still 
angry and too proud to admit it, even to herself. She took out her anger 
and confusion on Don. She looked down and taunted him, as she stepped 
off the bed. 

"Stop whimpering you miserable crybaby. Admit it, damn you!  You loved 
every second of what I did to you!"  With a contemptuous slap at his 
groin, she sneered, "Look at that useless piece of meat between your 
legs. It's all excited again.  If you were a real man you could have 
used that, instead of having to lick my pussy like a eunuch!" 

Ellen picked up her night gown, and swaggered toward the door. Don was 
still weeping, but Ellen's contempt filled him with boiling, frustrated 
rage. He scrambled awkwardly off the bed, oblivious to his huge erection 
waving in front of him. He ran after the triumphant, swaggering, blond. 
When he caught her, he twisted her around by her arm. 

"Now what do you want?" Ellen sneered. "If you want to talk to me, stop 
that blubbering!" 

"You, miserable bitch!" Don shouted in fury, and slapped Ellen across 
the face. 

"How dare you?" Ellen screamed. Her fury boiled over again, at his 
audacity. "You detestable little wimp, do you want some more? You must 
really like having a real woman pussy whip you like that." She laughed 
scornfully. Driven nearly out of his mind, Don slapped Ellen's face back 
and forth, his anger totally out of control. 

Ellen was knocked this way and that. Don looked like he'd kill her if he 
could. Instead of being scared though, Ellen was exhilarated. The pain 
stimulated her. She hardly realized it, but her darker side was excited 
at the challenge of subduing Don again. She reacted with a vengeance. 

Using a technique she'd learned in rape prevention class, Ellen coolly 
caught Don's scrotum in her left hand. She'd already nearly ruined him 
there tonight, and that made him even more vulnerable. She got one of 
his testicles between her thumb and forefinger, and squeezed without 
mercy. 

Don screamed in shock. He forgot all about punishing his cruelly, 
dominating, wife. The only thing that mattered now was the excruciating 
pain. He grabbed at his crotch with both hands. Don's head bowed in 
agony exposed his chin. Ellen cold-cocked her screaming husband, putting 
every thing she had behind the punch. 

Don's eyes rolled, and his went body limp. He crumpled up, and almost 
fell. Only hatred kept him on his feet. "You castrating, lousy, bitch!" 
He wept. "You'll pay for this, you dirty, little slut. I'll make you 
pay, if it's the last thing I ever do!"  

Ellen still had hold of Don's scrotum. She had his body completely under 
her control, with just one hand. She slapped him across the face. "Shut 
your mouth, and don't you ever dare talk to me like that again!" She 
commanded, in a cold fury. 

Unable to do anything else, Don continued to hurl abuse at his beautiful 
wife. He ranted and raved, wilder and wilder. Ellen had never heard Don 
use such language, or seen him in such a rage, certainly never at her. 

Don's rage strangely filled Ellen with a fierce, nearly insane, 
excitement. Her crazy excitement didn't dim her cool common sense 
though. Even though she'd already beaten Don twice tonight, he was much 
stronger than she was. She knew, as only a wife could, that she'd turned 
him into a vengeful animal, mean and nasty, desperately fighting to 
salvage some vestiges of his plundered pride and manly self-respect. 

Ellen decided the safest course was to keep Don away from her, to 
torment him, while she wore him down. She released her punishing grip, 
turned, and ran for the door. 

Don flung himself after his wife. He grabbed her by the hair at the back 
of her head, and pulled her backwards. He kneed her naked rump, and bent 
her backwards. "You want to fight Bitch, that's what you'll get!" He 
shouted. 

Ellen screamed at his grip on her blond hair. Don spun her around, and 
slapped her across the face. Then he slapped her across the belly. Ellen 
doubled over, and Don's big hand slapped her face again. Ears ringing, 
Ellen was flung back into the wall. She saw the cold, insane hatred in 
Don's eyes, but she snarled through gritted teeth. "You'll pay for that! 
You, lousy Bastard!"   

Ellen tried to dodge away, but Don caught her and flung her against the 
wall again. He slapped her face back and forth relentlessly. Ellen was 
still insanely furious herself, but if she didn't do something soon it 
would be too late. Don's eye was swollen and discolored from their last 
encounter. Soon it would be black. Ellen punched him in the same eye 
again. 

Don cried out at the renewed pain. "Oh, you little Bitch!" He shouted. 
He threw Ellen to her knees. Ellen remembered the night of their first 
fight. Don had fallen for it then, so she tried it again. She grabbed 
his ankles and upended him. Once again he fell heavily on his behind and 
then over on his back, hitting his head soundly on the floor. 

In his fury, Don didn't even feel the bump. He jumped to his feet. Ellen 
stood up at the same time. Don made a furious grab for her. 
Instinctively Ellen used the judo toss, she'd mastered only a few weeks 
before. Grabbing Don's wrist as he grabbed at her, she pivoted, and 
flipped him. Don landed on his back with another hard jolt. 

Ellen still had a grip on Don's wrist. She stamped on his chest, as hard 
as she could with her bare foot, and then on his throat. She stepped 
over his arm, and leveraged him over on his belly. She twisted his arm 
in a hammer-lock. Don was still resisting too fiercely to keep that hold 
though. Ellen let go of his arm. 

As Don started to get up, Ellen pounded the back of his neck with rabbit 
punches, tying to keep him down. Don scrambled to his knees anyway, but 
Ellen drove her knee up into his jaw. Stunned and still on his knees, 
Don glared in hatred at his beautiful, blond wife. 

Ellen instinctively reacted to the hatred she saw in her husband's eyes. 
She smashed her fists into Don's face with reckless fury, until she 
toppled him over on his side.  A white-hot fury possessed Ellen. When 
Don tried to roll away, she kicked him in the crotch. Even bare footed, 
Ellen's toe stabbed into his testicles. 

Don screamed, and writhed in agony. Ellen threw herself on top of him. 
Her knees sank into his abdomen. She clawed his chest and face, gouging 
and tearing his flesh. She jumped up and grabbed two handfuls of his 
hair. He screamed at the pain, but she enjoyed his sounds of pain. They 
only inflamed her anger. She pulled his heavy muscled body to a sitting 
position, and kneed him in the face again. Then she dragged him over on 
his knees. 

"Get up, I'm not finished with you yet!" She screamed. She let one 
handful of hair go, so she could bat his face back and forth. "Get up!" 
She yelled, with another slap. Panting uncontrollably, his heart 
pounding, Don stumbled to his feet. Hatred was his only motive power. 

Instantly, Ellen was all over him. The relatively small, blond beauty 
drove her big, powerful husband across the room, hammering him with 
punches to the belly and ribs. Her attack soon had Don groggy. All he 
could do, was slap ineffectually at her. She shook off his blows with 
contempt. He tried to hit her with his fists, but she ducked and bobbed 
out of reach. 

After a clumsy roundhouse swing missed her completely, Ellen deftly 
seized Don's arm. Twisting and pirouetting, she shoved his arm up behind 
his back. She quickly immobilized him with another hammerlock. Don cried 
out, as Ellen twisted his arm viciously. Taking a chance, Ellen held his 
powerfully muscled arm in place with just one hand. Even then, Don 
couldn't break the hold. 

The sexy blond now had her husband completely under control. She reached 
between his legs with her free hand. With steely fingers she gripped his 
scrotum in another punishing hold. She could do about anything she liked 
with him now. She used her mastery to ram him face first into the wall. 
With only one arm to cushion himself, Don smashed full length against 
the wood paneling. 

Ellen plowed her weight into Don's back, as he struck the wall. It 
excited her to use her big, naked breasts as deadly weapons against her 
husband. Don always loved to caress her exciting, up-tilted boobs so 
much. Now she'd teach him what else she could do with them. She eased 
backwards a foot, and slammed into his back again. Her boobs drove his 
chest against the wall again with paralyzing force. Ellen was laughing 
like a maniac by now, fiercely savoring hurting the man she'd loved for 
twelve years. 

Now Ellen felt safe to let Don loose. Don backed away from the wall on 
rubbery legs, his back still to Ellen. She raised her hands over head, 
and drove her nearly helpless husband to his knees, with a formidable, 
two-handed rabbit punch. Ellen grabbed both his arms by the wrists. 
There was no resistance at all, just choking sounds of pain. 

Ellen bent Don's arms backward, as far as they would go. She kicked his 
back with her bare foot. His pain filled groans didn't even register in 
her mind. Bare footed kicks weren't hurting him nearly enough.  She 
craved to really hurt him. 

Ellen had a maniacal new thought. Standing on one leg, she wriggled her 
big toe between Don's hard, muscular, male buttocks. Don squawked in 
shocked protest. Ellen laughed insanely, ignoring his squawks, but she 
relished them, nonetheless. She jerked Don's powerfully muscled arms 
helplessly behind him. 

Ellen cruelly probed between Don's gluteus muscles, with her long 
wriggling toe. Her husband's broad, manly, back quivered in desperate, 
uncertain fear. When Ellen's toe found his anus, Don shuddered in 
horror. When she forced her invading toe deeply into the tight opening, 
he stiffened in pain and shock. 

Don screamed like a girl, as Ellen stripped him of his very manhood. 
Every man's nightmare fear of violent, anal rape came horribly to life 
for Don. Don experienced the horror of violation like a helpless, young 
maiden. The ultimate horror was that the rapist was not some brute of a 
man, but his own demure, softly feminine, blond, wife. 

Ellen still loved her husband, and some part of her dreaded the 
terrible, emotional damage she was doing to him, yet her bloodlust was 
even more primitive and powerful then her love. Ellen drove her toe as 
far into her husband's body as it would go. Don threw himself forward, 
away from the furious, vengeful harpy tormenting him. He almost wrenched 
his arms from their sockets, but he tore himself free. He tried to crawl 
to safety. 

Ellen felt cheated of her prey. Her rage grew violently. She leaped for 
her fleeing husband.  She caught him by the neck and slammed him, face-
down on the floor, again. 

"Lie still, Asshole!" Ellen screamed, when Don tried to get up on his 
knees, again. Ellen straddled his legs, wheeling about as she did, so 
she was facing his feet. She grabbed a leg under each arm, and lifted 
them in the air, wrenching Don's injured back as hard as she could.  Don 
couldn't resist, as Ellen forced his big body into a "Boston Crab." 

Viciously Ellen wrenched Don's back. She bent it at an unbearable angle, 
until Don was sobbing uncontrollably. He screamed. "Noo, noooo, let me 
go. Please! Please! Ellen, for God's sake let me go. You're killing me! 
Pleeeaase Ell let go." 

As Ellen bent her husband's back nearly double, at the waist, she 
exulted at his screams for mercy, until a more rational part of her 
responded to his tearful pleas at last. She let his legs drop 
nervelessly to the floor. Then she was furious at herself for being too 
soft. She kicked him over on his back. Don looked up at his wife in 
helpless terror, still sobbing audibly. 
                                             
Ellen felt a momentary pang of sympathy. Then she glanced down and noted 
that Don's huge penis was again engorged in a mighty erection. This had 
all started when she had lovingly tried to seduce Don back into her bed. 
She remembered his vicious rejection of her love starved overtures. The 
memory inflamed Ellen's fury to new heights. 

"You disgusting, ungrateful, pitiful wimp! You're getting a bigger high 
from me waling the tar out of you, then you'd get from making love to 
me. You, vile scum, you don't deserve me!" She pounced vengefully on 
him, and took his huge throbbing organ in her hand. Her cruel grip was 
like a vise. "I ought to rip this thing out by the roots." She stormed. 
She gave it a vicious, painful twist, first one way, then the other. 

"Please Ell." Don sobbed, brokenly. 

Ellen laughed hysterically at her husband's terrified plea. "All right 
then. Keep the damned useless thing." She cried, but she didn't let go 
of his frightened manhood. She began to rub the swollen knob with rough 
contempt. It only took a few strokes, before the huge organ exploded in 
another colossal orgasm. Ellen deliberately aimed Don's penis like a 
gun, so the cum spattered his face and chest. She laughed as he winced, 
in shame. 

When, Ellen did release her husband's limp, drained tool, she was filled 
with contempt for his weakness. Almost casually she knee-dropped onto 
his muscular belly. 

Don sat up with a jerk, an agonizing cramp twisting his gut. Ellen 
pushed him flat again. She flung herself on his chest. He floundered 
about, but couldn't budge her. She straddled his chest, and tucked his 
arms under her knees, pinning him securely. 

Sitting triumphantly atop her beaten, sobbing husband, Ellen cocked her 
fists, menacingly. As she raised her fists, Don sobbed through trembling 
lips. "Don't do this to me, Ell please?" Ellen cut off his plea with a 
straight right-handed punch to his mouth. Her fist split his lip. She 
pummeled his face furiously, batting it back and forth. 

Ellen felt her body blaze with passion. She could hardly control 
herself. The sadistic beating she was giving her defenseless husband 
kindled her lust. She felt intense sexual pleasure. 

Ellen was suddenly sick with shame. She jumped off Don's writhing body. 
She ran into the bathroom, where the horrifying episode had begun, only 
minutes earlier. She turned on the cold water in the shower. Before she 
could jump under it, she collapsed on the floor. She crouched there 
helplessly, her body helplessly responding to wave after wave, of 
explosive pleasure. When it was finally over, she continued lying there, 
sobbing in shame and remorse. 

To be continued...