Marital Stress. Part 5. Rapprochement. By GW Ellen confronts Don for the first time since their separation, and Eric attacks her. This story contains inter-gender violence and rape. It is totally unsuitable for children, and should only be read by mature adults. Rapprochement. When Don left home, sneaking away from his house, like a whipped dog, he just kept driving away from town. He drove for hours not knowing where else to go, nor caring much, as long as it was away from Ellen. The further he got from home though, the more his terror of his wife turned to anger. By the end of the day, growing anger settled into a cold, hard knot of fury in his belly. His fury almost consumed him. He wanted to get back at Ellen, beat her half to death, teach her what it was like, make her pay for what she had done to him. It was only luck, that his road rage didn't land him in jail or the morgue. Finally, Don's anger resolved into a single-minded determination to do whatever it took, to beat the crap out of Ellen. Then he could leave her triumphantly, and be done with the miserable, castrating bitch. He abruptly turned the car around, and started back to town. It was after midnight when he got there, but he found a room in a cheap motel, at a weekly rate. He fell into an exhausted sleep, but was awake again at five, tormented by images he couldn't' live with. He got up and put on his running shoes. He ran for over an hour. After quickly showering and getting a bite to eat, he went directly to his office. He had a small, but profitable, one-man, consulting firm. He knew a mountain of work must have built up in his absence from the office. He threw himself wholeheartedly into the work, to take his mind off Ellen, and the terrible things he couldn't bear to think about. He had been working efficiently for about an hour, when his snippy secretary Tracey came in. She grinned. "Hi Stranger! Where you been?" "Away!" Don answered. He really didn't want to chatter with the girl. Getting no encouragement, Tracey turned to leave his office. As she went, Don said. "Oh if my wife calls, tell her I'm out of town, but you don't know where!" "Sure Boss!" Tracey answered trying to keep her face straight, while thinking."Maybe he's finally going to leave that stuck-up bitch!" "Anything I can do?" Tracey asked aloud, very solicitously. "Yeah! Get back to work! We're way behind!" Don answered, without smiling. "Sure thing!" Tracey said, flouncing out, and thinking. "I'm not the one who's been away for three days, without letting anyone know where I was!" At lunchtime, Don went out, but not to the lunchroom that he usually frequented. He'd noticed an old, rundown gym in the downtown area, near his office. No one he knew ever went there. He signed up for a locker and paid the entrance fee. He had his gym bag with him, and got started right away. He spent an hour working out, before he went back to the office and worked another five hours until six-thirty. Then he went back to the gym and worked out some more until after ten that evening. He got a sandwich and drove back to his dismal motel room. The next morning, he got up and started off the same routine, running, work, exercise, work exercise, sleep. He didn't want to leave anytime for sleep, until he was so exhausted, he'd drop off without thinking. On the bulletin board at the gym, he saw an ad for judo lessons and another for boxing. He signed up for both, adding them to his strenuous routine. Work and exercise were the only things that blotted out the memory off lying over Ellen's lap, while she spanked him, like a child. When he thought of his wife, his hands clenched, and he dreamed of smashing that beautiful grinning face to mush, or sinking his fist into her trim, sexy middle. Sometimes, he'd wake up in the night, and find himself reaching for that familiar form. He'd curse and roll over angrily, and try to get back to sleep. Sometimes, he missed her, so badly, that his arms literally ached to hold her. Those times, he'd think maybe after he beat her up, and showed her who was the real man in the family, they could get back together. One day, about a week after Don got back, Tracey invited him to her apartment for dinner. Maybe, she wasn't as beautiful as Ellen, but she was an extremely attractive girl. For a moment, looking at her trim legs and half-exposed breasts, he was tempted. He was awfully lonely. Then he remembered Tracey was a member of Ellen's Health Spa, and of the unofficial wrestling club, there. Suddenly he felt inadequate and nervous. What if Tracey turned out to be another amazon bitch like Ellen. He couldn't handle that. "Uh, no thanks, Tracey! Thanks anyway!" Don stammered. Tracey rotated her hips in exaggerated fashion, as she left the office. At the door, she turned and smiled suggestively. "Your loss, Big Guy!" She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, as she said it. After Tracey left, Don found he was sweating, and his heart was pounding. He left for the gym early that day, unable to deal with his fear any other way. "You, lousy, gutless sissy! What kind of wimp is afraid to go out on a date with an attractive woman?" He castigated himself. Discovering this new cowardice, Don's self-esteem sank to new depths. As the summer went on, Don knew he was getting stronger. His endurance was improving dramatically, too. He was running at top speed for longer than ever in the morning. The judo and boxing lessons were also having their effect. He was getting kind of good at them. All that, didn't seem to matter much, though. He still felt inadequate, like half a man. Although he had never cheated on Ellen, Don had always had an easy familiarity with women. That charm had completely deserted him, now. When Don looked at a woman, now, his first thought was. "Can she beat me up?" He became shy and tongue tied in the presence of unfamiliar girls. Even Tracey made him nervous, although she was obviously doing her best to become more than a secretary. One morning, a few days after she'd asked him to her apartment, Tracey bounced eagerly into his office, with a malicious grin on her face. "Don! I don't know whether I should tell you this or not, but I figure you've got a right to know. The gossip around the spa, is that Ellen is having an affair with the spa manger. You know, he's that fat ex- wrestler. His name is Eric." "Yeah? Well, that's his problem!" Don snapped, wondering if this Eric was one of those guys, who liked getting beaten up by women. Seeing Don's face, Tracey was quite pleased with herself. "I think he really hates that blond bimbo! Good for him! Better for me!" She thought, as she slunk seductively back to her desk. Don didn't even notice Tracey leave. He felt sick to his stomach, at the thought of Ellen with someone else. The thought of Ellen's beautiful body in another man's arms was pure hell. "Damn her! What more can the bitch do to me?" He wondered, miserably. Even if she was just beating up some other guy, he realized, he'd still be jealous of the guy. He buried the thought immediately in his subconscious, but for a moment, he wondered if it wouldn't be better to have Ellen beating him up, than not have her at all. Don stayed at the gym until almost midnight, that evening. Tracey seemed to delight in reporting the latest gossip about Ellen and Eric. She'd realized it really bothered Don, and if he she couldn't get him to look at her, she might as well torment him, she figured. "What does the nasty little slut have to tell me today?" Don wondered, one monday morning near the end of the summer. He'd learned painfully to tell by the way the girl was grinning, when she had some new tidbit. That morning, Tracey actually came to work a half hour early, unable to contain her news. She rushed into Don's office, starting to tell him, before she was even inside the door. "Well your darling ex-wife..." "She's not my Ex-wife, she's my wife!" Don interrupted snappishly. "Well whatever, she is." Tracey went on, without pausing. "Anyway, your WIFE really got her comeuppance last night!" Tracey exclaimed triumphantly. Don just looked at Tracey, unsmilingly, and not answering. That didn't faze Tracey any. She kept right on. "Well, Eric has this girlfriend; her name's Myra. Myra got sick of Ellen fooling around with her guy, and beat the crap out of your WIFE!" Tracey sarcastically emphasized "wife " again as she said it. "That's hard to believe!" Don said. After his own horrible experiences with Ellen, it was hard to believe that anyone, let alone another girl, could get the better of her. If it was true, he didn't know whether he was jealous of this Myra, or hated her for hurting Ellen. "What the hell do I care, if someone beat her up?" He thought. He might want to beat Ellen up, and, in fact, he'd thought of nothing else all summer, but the thought of anyone else hurting her, tore him up, inside. "It's true!" Myra insisted. "I saw some of it! Myra , marched her through the whole gym, naked, into Eric's office. I guess Myra really did some awful things to Ellen in there, because Ellen was screaming like a banshee all the time. Later, Myra showed me a lock of hair. She said, she ripped it out of Ellen's.. well you know, out of her privates. It was terrible! I doubt, if Ellen will ever be able to show her face there again." Somehow, Don knew the story was true. Tracey was too jubilant to be making it up. Far from being pleased, thinking of Ellen losing a fight was a shock for Don. He felt like it was another defeat for him. He suddenly realized that Ellen was still so much a part of him, that a defeat for her was a defeat for him. Somewhere, in the back of his mind was a stray thought. "If Ellen's defeats are mine, how come I didn't think her victory over me, wasn't a victory for me, too?" He didn't want to think about that. >From the way Tracey described the fight, it sounded like Ellen may have been seriously hurt. Don hated to think of Ellen hurt and alone. Maybe he should call and find out if she was all right? "Ah, let her boyfriend Eric take care of her!" He told himself. The thought of Ellen in a catfight, was disturbing in another way, too. Don was always, a little turned on by women fighting. Even before their separation, he'd always known it would turn him on to see Ellen lose a fight to another woman. Yet, he knew he could never enjoy it either. He'd always root for Ellen no matter what, at least he always would have. Even so, he felt guilty, because he had imagined it happening, from time to time, as if he was responsible in some way. Don couldn't concentrate on work for the rest of the morning. He wouldn't admit it, but he was worried about Ellen. At lunch time, he told Tracey he was leaving for the day. It was the first time, he'd left early all summer. Tracey thought. "Damn, he must still have the hots for that dizzy, blond bitch. I should never have told him. I hope he doesn't go see her!" Don didn't go to see Ellen, although a part of him wanted to, very much. Instead he went to the gym. He worked out all afternoon. Late in the afternoon, he was punching the bag as hard as he could. The more he worked out the greater seemed to be his rage. Even though he was worried about her, and even after almost two months without seeing her, when he was punching the bag, he half-consciously imagined it was Ellen's body he was sinking his fists into. Sometimes, he would realize what he was doing, and be ashamed, especially today. "Don!" A tentative voice said. He turned around. Of course, he recognized the voice; it was Ellen standing there. Seeing her again, was like finding something he'd lost. He almost started to smile, then he remembered, and glared at her. Even so, looking at her blond beauty, his features softened. His first thought was that maybe something happened to the kids. "Are the girls all right?" He asked, anxiously. "Yes they're fine. I talked to them this morning." Ellen answered. "They asked for you. I told them you were working!" Relieved that their daughters were all right, he looked at Ellen more closely. There were bruises on her face, and she looked especially fragile, almost like a porcelain doll. "She's so small, and delicate!" He thought. "How did she do it, to me?" Remembering the anguish, his beautiful blond wife had inflicted, brought back Don's anger. It was never very far form the surface. His face hardened, again. "Your nasty-bitch secretary said you might be here." Ellen said. "The nasty-bitch has a big mouth!" Don commented. He hadn't been aware, Tracey even knew he came here. Ellen didn't tell Don, she'd picked up a paperweight, from Tracey's desk, and threatened to brain her with it, when, at first, Tracey refused to tell her. After what Tracey had done to her the night before, Ellen was almost sorry, when Tracey blurted out the information. "Don, we have to talk! My folks expect to be back Sunday, with the girls. What are we going to tell Jill and Jerri? My sabbatical is up, and I have be back teaching at TCC in two weeks, too!" Ellen said urgently. "And what about us?" She added tentatively, almost shyly, fearing the answer. "Yeah, well lets talk, then!" Don snapped. He was as reluctant to face the question of "us" as Ellen. Seeing her again, he knew he'd never get over loving her, but how could he forgive her? How could he ever live with her, again? He doubted he had the courage to have sex with her, anymore! Then he thought. "She probably doesn't want to come back to me, anyway! What woman wants a weakling, she can pull over her knee and spank!" Don's face flamed at that memory. "That's why she 's going out with some ex-wrestler! She wants a real man she can respect! Damn her anyway!" "Can't we go somewhere, and sit down?" Ellen pleaded. Seeing her husband for the first time in almost two months, Ellen wanted to cry. After what she'd gone through, with Eric and Myra, she needed someone to comfort her. She needed Don to comfort her, she realized. He looked so strong and fit, too. She'd give anything if he took her in his arms and kissed her. "Here, is fine!" Don retorted, in a surly voice, that was like a stake through Ellen's heart. The hurt look, on Ellen's face, made Don feel guilty. " Why should I feel guilty?" He thought angrily. "She's the one having the affair!" Out loud, in order to hide his feelings, he almost snarled. "So what else do you want to talk about? Your boyfriend, Eric?" Ellen gulped in dismay. Don knew! "Of course, that bitch Tracey couldn't wait to tell him!" "Don, I was almost out of mind, when you left me! It's all over, though! I swear it!" "Yeah! I heard, that's because his girlfriend beat the crap out of you!" Don sneered, callously. His voice even sounded pleased. He regretted the words, as soon as they were out of his mouth. "You stupid bastard!" He thought. Ellen heard the malice in Don's voice, and reacted, instinctively. She retorted. "Well, it's a lot more than you could do!" Don gritted his teeth. "Bitch!" He thought looking at Ellen's nasty smirk, at scoring. It was true enough, though. This Myra was more of a man than he was. He managed to keep his face impassive, but the remark hurt like hell. "I heard she paraded you naked through the gym, and she's got a lock of your pussy hair as a souvenir!" He shot back, to get even. "You sick, fucking bastard!" Ellen snarled, hating her estranged husband for rubbing her nose in something, she wasn't sure, she'd ever be able to live with. "That must have been quite a comedown, for our Ms Macho, huh?" Don added, even though he saw the pain in Ellen's eyes, or maybe, because he saw it. That, was too much for Ellen. She swung her hand furiously and slapped her smirking husband across the face. Don's ears rang, from the power of the blond's slap, but he saw red. He balled his fist. Without even thinking, and putting everything he had behind it, he rammed his fist into Ellen's stomach, right below the naval. Ellen was caught completely off guard. She looked at Don in disbelief. Gentlemen didn't punch ladies in the gut, for an admonishing slap! They were supposed to accept it, as a lady's prerogative! All the color drained out of Ellen's face, and her mouth gaped open in soundless shock. She slumped helplessly to her knees. "Y- you bastard!" Ellen gasped, breathlessly, choking out the words. Seeing his beautiful Ellen crouched on the floor, in agony, Don felt sick to his stomach, at what he'd done. His own face was almost as pale as Ellen's. He'd never felt like such a heel, in all his life. He'd dreamed of little else, all summer, but after that one punch, he found there was no joy, or even satisfaction, in hitting Ellen. It was himself he hated, for her victory. It was, his own inadequacies, that were to blame, not Ellen's strength and skill. He realized he could beat her up every day, for a year, and it still wouldn't make up for even one of his own defeats. "I'm sorry Ellen!" Don mumbled. More than anything else in the world, he wanted to help her up, comfort her, and take care of her. Once, he would have done it, without thinking. Now his thought was. "What can a worthless wimp like me do for her?" He was hardly aware of it, but deep within himself, he feared that after what had happened between them, any attempt, for him to be the strong one, was laughable and hypocritical. Unable to help her, he turned, and started to walk away. "He's going to leave me here on the floor, and walk away from me, the Bastard!" For the feisty blond, sick disappointment instantly turned to vengeful fury. Ellen was barely getting her breath back, but when Don turned his back, she jumped up and sped after him. Ellen leaped on Don's back, kicking and scratching, furiously. To her surprise and chagrin, he calmly reached back, grabbed her head and flipped her over his shoulder. Ellen landed on her back, so insanely angry, she didn't even feel the bumpy landing. She jumped up in a flash, and flew at Don, again, spitting and kicking, her fists flying. Don took a step backward, and hit Ellen with a left hook to the side of her jaw. It was defensive, and Don tried not to hit her so hard this time, but the blow spun her around, long, blond hair, flying in all directions. Ellen stubbornly flew at Don, one more time, but he sidestepped and she almost fell. Ellen wheeled around, and without warning dived headfirst at Don's ankles. "Sucker always falls for that!" She thought. This time, though, Don jumped backward, and Ellen landed on her face. "Not this time, Sweetheart!" He muttered. "You bastard!" Ellen screamed, and tried to jump up, again. Don caught her before she was on her feet, and twisted her arm behind her back. It was like trying to hold on to a spitting cat. Not knowing what else to do, he caught a fistful, of blond hair, and gave a hard tug. Ellen couldn't get loose. She yelped at the pain as she tried to stamp on Don's foot, but he deftly avoided her heel. "Stop it! Damn it, before you get hurt, you little idiot!" Don begged plaintively. The thought of hurting Ellen anymore, sickened him, but of course, his remark only increased her fury. She struggled like a wildcat, but Don's grip didn't loosen. She wanted, more than anything, to tear him apart, for doing this to her, but maybe there was a secret place in her, too, that wanted him to throw her down on the dirty gym floor and rape her. Ellen knew that's what she'd do, if she was in control. Don couldn't help, but admire Ellen's stubborn resistance. "What a tough, little bitch, she is!" He thought. "God, she's sexy! Oh I'd really like to fuck her brains out! If I let her go, though, she'll kick me in the balls, or something, and if she ever gets the upper hand, I don't know what she'll do!" Deep down, Don couldn't shake off his uncertainty, and fear of his beautiful wife. The trauma had gone too deep! He might be in control right now, but two frightful defeats had stripped away all his masculine confidence. It was humiliating, to admit it, but he was deathly scared of his wife. She had robbed him of the easy self-confidence, to let go of her, take her in his arms, and kiss her, as he hungered to do. He saw a dangerous adversary, now, rather than a lover! "Oh what's the use?" Don thought miserably. He gave Ellen a hard shove, and she went down on her knees, scraping them painfully. "Now get out of here!" Don snarled sternly. Ellen got up, tense as a cat about to spring, but when she turned around, Don was waiting with raised fists. "What's the use?" She thought, hopelessly. "He looks so strong and intimidating. I don't think, I can beat him, not the way I feel, now, anyway. Even if I did win, it would just make things worse. There's no fun fighting, if you lose, either way!" Ellen couldn't help notice the wary, guarded expression on Don's face, either. "He won't let his guard down. He doesn't trust me, anymore! I guess I haven't given him much reason to, lately!" That thought brought tears to Ellen's eyes. Her shoulders slumped, disconsolately. Ellen turned and sorrowfully started toward the door. Don caught a glimpse of her tears, and saw the sad slump of her shoulders. She looked as vulnerable as one of the twins, when they got hurt. He got a lump in his throat, remembering Ellen standing tall and happy in victory. "Goddamit!" He thought. "I'd almost rather she beat me up, again, than see her like this! Oh hell, though, I don't think I could stand to lose another fight to her! Anyway, it wouldn't do any good to try to fake it! She knows me too well! She'd know I was faking!" "Oh Lord!" Don thought, as Ellen walked away from him. She looks so small and forlorn! I hope she's O.K. That bitch Myra seems to have taken something out of her! I had to rub it in too! I'm a real asshole!" On the sidewalk, though, Ellen straightened up, and squared her shoulders, with a little jerk, like a cat recovering her dignity, after some overly ambitious leap has ended disastrously. She swept proudly out to the car, like a young queen, her long honey-colored hair swinging jauntily from side to side, and her solidly-rounded hips swaying provocatively Don was suddenly terribly proud of the woman he'd married. "God! She's a tough lady" He thought admiringly. Don was loath to admit it, and did his best to hide it from himself, but Ellen's wrestling victory that first night had been incredibly exciting. Though shamed and humiliated, he had been utterly turned on. Was being turned on, worth his self-respect and masculine pride, though? Now, for the first time, he consciously admitted, that the really critical question was, whether his male pride was worth more than Ellen. A life without Ellen, was no life at all! Don called out to Ellen, but she'd reached the car. He sadly watched her drive off. "The way she was wiggling her hips, it was just like she was daring me to ...." He thought, as he walked slowly back to the punching-bag. It was almost impossible to concentrate, anymore, that day. Any thought, of pretending he was hitting Ellen, was suddenly obscene, and disgusting. Don doggedly kept to his workout routine for a couple of more hours, anyway. It was just an excuse, to keep him from doing what every part of him cried out to do. All he could think of was, those impudently-swinging hips, walking away from him. When he finished up, and showered, he thought. "Maybe I should stop at the house, and see if she's all right? Oh, be honest you imbecile, you just have to see the bitch again! Even if she wasn't your wife, she's the most exciting woman you ever met!" It was almost supper time, when Ellen drove home. She knew there was no way she could show her face at the spa, but she had to do something! Thinking was too painful! She went down to the makeshift gym in the basement, and exercised, there, until about eight that evening. Then, she went upstairs and showered. She put on a short nightgown, and Don's old bathrobe. It was much too big for her, but somehow she had taken to wearing it, when she was lonely. It seemed so comfortable. She went to the kitchen and fixed herself a sandwich and glass of milk. Ellen just finished the sandwich, when the door bell rang. "Maybe it's Don!" She prayed hopefully. She was still stiff and bruised from the fight with Myra, not to mention the set-to with Don that afternoon. She had stiffened up again, when she sat down to eat the sandwich, but she eagerly hurried to the door, as fast as her aching limbs allowed. Half-hopefully, half-fearfully, Ellen cautiously opened the door on the chain. Her hopes were dashed! It was Eric! "Get away from here, you lousy bastard!" She snarled hoarsely. "What's the matter, Babe? I can't help, what that crazy bitch Myra did. I told you, I don't get involved in girls squabbles!" "Squabble, hell! You dirty bastard! You sat there and watched that bitch rape me! You didn't even ask her, not to! You encouraged her! Get away from me, and stay away!" Ellen tried to slam the door, but Eric's big foot was in the crack. She stamped on his toe, but he only laughed at her slipper-clad foot. "C'mon? Open the door, Babe!" He said pushing at it. Ellen leaned against the door, trying to get it closed. Eric stepped backward, and threw his bulky shoulder against it, before Ellen could get it shut. The chain snapped loose from its screws. The door flew open, knocking Ellen over on her behind, her long legs exposed to the tops, of her naked, full-fleshed thighs, her naked pussy peeping out. For the first time, Ellen was terrified. She jumped up, and ran! Eric ponderously followed. If she could get to the basement, she might be able to get out the side door to the garage. Ellen thought desperately, but, on the stairs, she tripped over Don's long bathrobe. It tangled around her legs, and she fell the last few steps. When she looked up, Eric was standing over her. She slipped out of the bathrobe, and stood up, wearing just her shorty nightgown. Ellen cocked her fists. "Get away form me, you dirty son-of-a-bitch!" She screamed, furiously. She didn't know what Eric had in mind, but she resolved, she wasn't going to make it easy for him. As the fat man came at her, she kicked at this crotch. She connected solidly, but her slipper didn't do much damage. Eric just grunted, and kept coming. Ellen threw a punch, but Eric caught her wrist, in his ham-sized fist. He smashed his other fist into Ellen's jaw. The beautiful blond went limp. With her last waning strength, Ellen tried to knee the man in the balls. Eric twisted aside, and her knee glanced harmlessly off his muscular thigh. Eric hit her again in the side of the face, and Ellen tasted blood in her mouth. Eric slung Ellen to the floor, and kicked the cringing blond, in the belly. He had on heavy work boots. Ellen gagged, and suddenly vomited up the supper, she'd just eaten. As soon as she stopped retching, Eric kicked her again. His brutal foot landed on her ear, and knocked her sprawling. All the fight went out of the feisty blond. "Please, no!" She begged. "Shut your mouth, you little tease!" Eric snarled. He grabbed Ellen, by the hair, and pulled her up on her feet. She hung there, screaming in terror. Eric flung her, face down, across the pool table. He grabbed her nightgowns by the neck, and ripped it off. Ellen's big, round buttocks bounced up and down, in shock. Eric smacked Ellen across the behind, and she yelped at the smarting pain, his big hand inflicted. His red hand print was clearly outlined on her creamy bottom cheek. "You, sure got one big, beautiful ass, Babe!" Eric smirked, licking his thick lips. "The way you wiggle that fat bottom around, drives me absolutely crazy! I dream about it nights!" Ellen tried to straighten up, but Eric smashed his fist into the back of her neck. Her head smashed against the green felt. Ellen lay there, stunned, but still screaming hysterically. Eric paused long enough to pull down his gym shorts and jock strap. His penis was at full mast, throbbing with excitement. He roughly parted Ellen's generously proportioned buttocks. "No! No! Please, not there!" Ellen shrieked. She'd always had a terrible phobia about anyone touching her there. The thought of Eric sticking his tool in there, absolutely terrified her. "Shut your yap, you stupid bitch!" Eric yelled brutally. He rammed his body at her. Ellen felt his boner probing hard against her defenseless anus. She felt his hot breath on her neck, as he lay across her struggling body. She screamed and struggled, madly, but Eric grabbed her hair, and held her down flat on the table. On the second try, Eric's hard penis drove into Ellen's tightly-clenched sphincter. Ellen screamed and screamed, in shock. "Get it out! Get it out!" She cried desperately, but Eric rammed into her body, as deep as he could. Ellen always thought Eric's tool rather small and unimpressive, but inside her tiny, virginal, anal cavity, it felt like a huge log, driven into her vitals. Eric thrust it in and out, brutally violating her. Ellen never imagined anything so terrible, in her life. "You were always a really great fuck, Babe, but sticking it up your big, plump ass is better than anything!" Eric gleefully chortled into Ellen's ear, as he raped her. Don drove up to the house, feeling a lump in his throat, at being home, after so long. He sat in the car a minute, suddenly afraid to go in. "Damn it! Be a man, for a change!" He told himself, screwing up his courage. He started to take off his driving gloves, but shrugged, and left them on. "Maybe I'll need them!" He thought, ruefully. "God knows, what she'll do when she sees me!" Once he made up his mind, though, he hurried up to the front door. It was open! Don looked inside, and saw the door had been broken in, the chain lying on the floor. "Ellen!" He thought, fearfully. Then he heard muffled screams from the basement. Don never ran so fast in his life, as he rushed down to the playroom. He was horrified to see Ellen's gorgeous body stretched face-down, on the pool table, with a squat, brutal-looking man hunched over her, fucking her from behind. Ellen was screaming hysterically. Her face was bruised, worse than it had been that afternoon. Ellen saw her husband. "Oh thank God!" She thought, but then she instantly remembered that Eric almost beat a man to death, once. He'd served time in prison for it. "Get off her, you dirty, son-of-a-bitch!" Don screamed. It was horrifying, to see Ellen brutalized like this. "Don, run! Get the police! Get out of here, please! He's liable to kill you!" Ellen screamed, almost forgetting her own agony, in her terror for her husband. Don scarcely heard Ellen. It didn't matter, if he did. Nothing was more important than helping her, now. There was no way, he could run off, and leave her in the hands of this animal. He couldn't leave her, even if it did kill him. Don rushed across the room. His only thought was to get this rutting pig away from Ellen. He grabbed Eric, and heaved him bodily off his wife. With a guttural snarl, at being interrupted, Eric pulled up his gym shorts and turned on Don. "Get out of here, you fucking wimp! This cunt is mine!" Eric snarled, as he came after Don. With a roar, of rage, Don smashed his fist into Eric's nose, and punched his face back and forth, stopping the fat man in his tracks. He was thankful, he still had his driving gloves on. They weren't padded, of course, but they provided some protection. This time Eric's snarl, was one of torment. Eric shook his head painfully from side to side. Don kicked him in the gut. The fat man doubled over and Don punched his face, again. He felt Eric's nose bone splinter. It was a great feeling!. Blood spurted from the fat man's nose. After the next punch, Eric spit out a tooth. The fat ex-wrestler was far from finished, though. Terrified for Don, Ellen tried to get off the table to help him, but after three beatings in barely twenty-four hours she was weak as a kitten. She collapsed on the floor, and watched, hopelessly. She was certain Eric would win, eventually. Don didn't have a hope against him! She'd never come close to beating Eric, herself, yet she'd beaten Don up, twice. If a girl could beat him up, what chance did he have against that brute. Hopeless as it seemed, Ellen cherished a spark of renewed pride, at Don's courage. "Even if he hasn't got a chance of winning, he didn't run away! He stayed here to protect me!" Eric bellowed like a bull, tormented by picadores in the ring. He came after Don with his arms extended. Don dodged away from him, and picked up a pool cue. He broke it over Eric's neck. That only made the fat man madder. Don smashed the stub across his temple, still with little apparent effect. Eric swiped at Don, with a gorilla-like arm, but Don escaped again. Ellen trembled fearfully on the floor. She was terrified Eric would kill her husband, but miraculously, somehow, Don seemed to be holding his own. There was once a time, when she would have expected nothing else, a time, when she believed Don was some kind of superman. A hero who could do anything!. That seemed such a very long time ago. Now, she just prayed with all her heart, he wouldn't get hurt, too badly. She tried to get up to help, again, but she just couldn't move. As Don dodged Eric's maddened rushes, he grabbed another pool cue and rammed it like a spear into Eric's fat belly. This time, the fat man grunted and fell on one knee. Don kicked him in the jaw. Luckily he was wearing heavy shoes, too. His toe landed squarely, knocking Eric over sideways. Don smashed the second cue across the back of Eric's head. Eric fell face down. Don viciously kicked him in the side of the head. He kept on kicking and stomping. Eric wasn't moving anymore. In thankful wonder, it gradually seeped into Ellen's numbed mind, that Don had won the fight. He'd beaten the fat rapist into unconsciousness. She looked up at him, and he seemed seven feet tall, the way he did, when she first fell in love with him. "Oh Dear God! I hope I haven't lost him!" Ellen prayed. Thankful as she was for his victory, as Don kept right on kicking the downed wrestler, Ellen began to worry, he'd kill him. As far as Eric was concerned, that wouldn't bother her much, but she didn't want Don arrested. Somehow, she finally managed to stumble to her feet. "Oh, My Darling! Thank God! You're all right!" Ellen wept, grabbing Don and hugging him. As she clung to him for support, Don hardly seemed to notice her. He kept right on kicking Eric. He was still overcome with rage, at what he'd seen the vicious pig doing to his Ellen. Ellen begged. "Don, you better stop! He's not worth killing!" Don looked around . For the first time he noticed that his beautiful blond wife was clinging to him. "I'll call the Police!" Don said dully. Ellen thought of trying to explain the circumstances to the Police. She'd have to testify that she'd had an affair with the fat pig. She wept plaintively. "Don, you know I had an affair with him. I know you must think I'm a tramp and a whore. I guess maybe you're right, but I can't bear for the girls and my folks, to hear about it, when they get back!" Don thought of his daughters hearing of this mess, of their schoolmate's jibes. Then he looked at the tears flowing down Ellen's face. She'd been through hell, this summer. Most of it was his fault. He didn't want her to go through anything more. "You're right!" He said. "This pig isn't worth the suffering it would cost the girls! I'll be damned, though, if this piece-of-shit is going to get away scot free, after what he did." Don's face was set in hard remorseless lines. Ellen never saw it like that. It scared her. Don firmly disengaged his trembling wife from around his waist, and sat her down, in the battered sofa in the corner. As Ellen sat obediently where Don left her, she thought dismally. "He can't bear to have me touching him! He'll never forgive me, and I guess I can't blame him!" Don walked back to Eric. He stopped, to pick up the pool cue, he'd dropped. He gave Eric one more kick to roll him over on his face. He leaned down and pulled Eric's shorts down from his fat backside, again. Then, Don vengefully rammed the cue into Eric's behind. The fat man screamed, as the pain revived him. Don pulled him to his feet, and kicked him out the back door, with the broken cue still sticking out of his behind. "If you ever come near here again, I will kill you, you dirty son-of-a-bitch!" Don snarled. Don suddenly felt weak in the knees. He'd never done anything like that before, in his life. It shocked him, to find he was capable of such brutality. He felt no remorse though. He looked over at Ellen. She was sobbing, softly. Her gorgeous creamy body, still naked, was battered and bruised, from head to foot. "I should get her to bed, before she collapses!" He thought. When Don looked at her, Ellen shivered, fearfully. He still looked half-crazy. She couldn't believe, she'd just seen Don do that thing to Eric, much as the fat pig deserved it. Now, that she was helpless, what would Don do to her? With a shiver, she remembered the terrible things she'd done to him, when she had the upper hand. Don came toward her, menacingly, it seemed. "I deserve anything you do to me!" Ellen begged miserably. "But please don't hurt me any more tonight!" Don hardly heard what Ellen was saying. He was still in a daze, after what he'd done to Eric. His one thought was to get Ellen safely to bed. He grabbed her around the waist, to pick her up in his arms. She stood up, and started fighting and struggling. Not knowing what else to do, Don pushed his shoulder into her middle. Ellen, resignedly let Don toss her over his shoulder, like a sack of hay. Don carried Ellen up to their bedroom. As they got into the bedroom, Ellen desperately started kicking and fighting again. Don dropped her on the bed. On the bed, Ellen was suddenly too heartsick to fight back. She looked up at Don fearfully. Don was beginning to recover from the daze he was in. He saw the scared, hurt expression in Ellen's eyes. Her frightened blue eyes told him, she was getting used to being hurt. Don wanted more than anything, to erase that look. He dropped to his knees, beside her on the bed. Ellen winced fearfully. Expecting one more beating, she lay there, shivering, afraid to move, waiting for the pain. Almost worshipfully, Don kissed Ellen's plump, muscular thigh. "He's toying with me!" Ellen though despairingly. "He's as sadistic as that bastard Eric!" She had lost the ability to hope. Don began talking to her, as he kissed her. His voice was husky with emotion and muffled by his lips against her hot flesh. "Honey, I love you so much! I've been such an idiot. I don't deserve you! Do you think you can ever forgive me?" "He's making love to me!" Ellen realized, in disbelief. She forgot she hurt every place in her body. "Oh My Darling, can you ever forgive, me?" She wept, plaintively. Ellen felt the terrible hunger in Don's kisses. "We can sort the 'sorrys' out tomorrow!" She decided. She put her hand on the back of his head and guided it toward the secret place where her thighs came together. Don kissed his wife's hot, wet pussy until Ellen thought she'd die from excitement. Don whispered. "I know you're hurt, and I'll be as gentle as I can, but I've got to have you. I missed you so much, and its been weeks. I need you, more than anything in the world!" "Yes, yes, go ahead! I want you too, more than anything. Oh I want you inside me so bad! Please, hurry!" Very carefully, Don eased his hugely aroused penis into Ellen's body. It filled her up, deliciously. She came, almost as soon as he entered her, but she was ready again, as soon as he started moving inside her. She kept coming, until he finally exploded inside her. He lay beside her on the bed, holding her gently in his arms, afraid to let her go. Ellen whispered, sleepily. "Oh Don! I needed a real man, so bad! Oh, that was great! I'd almost forgotten how good you were in bed! You're so terrific! I was so proud of you, when you beat up that miserable scum!" "I love you!" Was the last thing Don whispered, as they fell asleep in each other's arms. To be concluded...