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CHAPTER TWO

During the long ride to Cindy's apartment they chatted about old times, news of family and friends, and recent happenings in both their lives. After a while Nancy fell silent and sat staring out of the window at the passing scenery.

"It may not be any of my business," Cindy said, "but is something wrong?"

"Of course not. Why would you think that?" replied Nancy a little too rapidly.

"Well, I was surprised that you suddenly took me up on my invitation to visit. First I don't bear anything from you for months, and then you call to say that you have plane reservations. It just seems pretty odd to me, that's all."

Cindy continued, "I'm not trying to pry. And maybe I'm wrong, but there just seemed to be something bothering you. I won't be offended if you tell me that it's none of my business. But we go back a long way, and I'd like to help if I can."

"I do sort of have something on my mind, but…" responded Nancy with her sentence trailing off into silence.

For a number of blocks she sat thinking, Nancy knew that her cousin knew her too well for her to be able to conceal anything from Cindy. In fact she had decided to vacation in California in the hope that the other woman would be able to help her with her problem. Still, talking about something so personal and painful was difficult.

She drew a deep breath and began to tell Cindy the real reason for her vacation. The first several months of her marriage had been perfect. She was so much in love with Rick that she had really overlooked or explained away the first warning signs that there might be something wrong. But in the last couple of months it had become too blatant to ignore.

The first thing she had noticed was that Rick had begun to work a lot of overtime. Even when he worked late, he usually stopped off at a bar near the plant to have a drink with his friends. Nancy hadn't really minded.

As time passed, it seemed that Rick came home later and later, and he was often a little drunk. When she tried to talk to him, he acted like he didn't know what she meant.

At first she had feared that he had another woman, but in the last few weeks she had begun to suspect that he had a drinking problem. When he had been drinking, he treated her differently – he was not as loving and kind as he had been as a young bridegroom, and their sex had taken on a rough and hurried tone.

The young bride could feel a tear trickle down her face as she talked.

"You are upset," Cindy commented soothingly as she handed the pretty young blonde a Kleenex. "Just tell Mother Cindy all about it."

A sad calm moved over Nancy as she continued to confide in her cousin. In the beginning their fucking had been good, really good. Even now it was not so much that Rick had lost interest in fucking as it was that he didn't seem to care about her needs or desires.

As his drinking had increased, his consideration and tenderness in bed had decreased until it seemed that he expected to fuck solely on his terms. It had begun to seem that their fucking was a convenient way for him to satisfy his own selfish needs.

Rick had been late coming home from the office again, although he had known that she was leaving for California the next day. When he finally came home, she could tell by the way he walked that he had been drinking. Nevertheless, Nancy was determined not to make a scene. She was very much in love with her husband and wanted their last evening together before her trip to be like old times.

As she kissed him, she smelled the Scotch on his breath. "I'll go start dinner," she said as she moved toward the kitchen.

"Oh, no rush. I'm not particularly hungry. I thought we could have a drink and relax a little first. How about it?"

Nancy settled onto the couch as Rick went into the kitchen for some ice. She had hoped that they could spend a quiet evening together, but it looked like her plans weren't going to work out.

Whenever he had several drinks, Rick was never in the mood for quiet talk and hand holding. He certainly would be in no mood to hear anything about her reasons for taking this trip to California.

At that moment he returned to the living room with two large glasses of ice. Filling the glasses two-thirds full of Scotch, Rick added a splash of soda to each drink as he continued to talk about things that had happened at work.

Not much was said as they finished their drinks. Nancy's lack of responsiveness to his comments about work told Rick that she knew he had been drinking, and he didn't want to risk her saying anything about it. Rick rose from the couch to fix more drinks even before Nancy had finished the one in her hand.

Midway through her second drink, Nancy felt the liquor begin to affect her. As its warmth spread through her body, she noticed the stirrings in her pussy. In spite of the problems they had been having, Rick was still the most important person in her life.

Gazing at him seated at the other end of the couch, Nancy's physical need to fuck continued to mount. She was still hurt by his insensitivity about their final evening together before her vacation, but she also longed to feel his arms around her.

Perhaps, she told herself, I have just blown this whole problem out of proportion. Maybe things really aren't as bad as they seem.

Nancy finished her drink and started toward the kitchen to begin dinner. As she passed him, Rick reached out, caught her hand, and pulled her into his lap.

Holding her close and flattening her tits against his chest, he began a series of long, slow kisses with his tongue teasing into her mouth in search of hers. Rick felt Nancy's breath quicken and her nipples grow rigid as they pressed against him. His hand moved up her body to her tit and tugged and squeezed the sensitive flesh.

Then his hand traveled downward across her slim body until it cradled her cunt mound. For some minutes he continued to hold and kiss and fondle his beautiful young wife before releasing her.

Loosening his hold on her, Rick leaned forward and whispered, "I just wanted to give you something to think about while you are making dinner."

The meal was uneventful. Rick insisted upon opening one of the bottles of wine given to them as a wedding present by Rick's boss, and they both had several glasses.

It was unusual for Nancy to drink very much, and the alcohol was going to her head. She was becoming more relaxed and less reserved, and she chatted animatedly through dinner. Their appetite dulled by the liquor, neither ate very much.

After dinner they moved into the living room. Rick fixed them both a large brandy, although Nancy protested that she didn't want anything else to drink. He had drained most of his drink even before he rejoined Nancy on the couch. Sitting down close to her, he slipped his hands under her blouse and roughly grasped her tits.

"You want me, don't you?" he hissed in a deep, throaty voice. "Why don't you show your old man just how much you want him?"

He grabbed one of Nancy's hands and forced it down onto his hard, bulging cock. Through his clothing, Nancy could feel his cock swell in response to her touch. Drawing her face to his, Rick gave her a rough kiss which left her upper lip bruised.

"Please honey, let's talk for a while," she said as she tried to squirm out of his grasp.

Tightening his grip on her, Rick growled, "Listen bitch. I want you, and I want you now. Don't give me any of that later shit. You're my wife, and I'll fuck you whenever and wherever I want." As if to emphasize his point he clutched one of her tits so hard that Nancy winced in pain.

The harshness of his tone and actions frightened the young woman, and she hastened to undress to avoid making him any angrier. Although looking away from him, she could hear the sound of Rick's belt as he pulled it from the belt loops of his pants, the metallic scrape of his zipper going down, and clanking of the change in his pockets as he dropped his trousers to the floor.

She did not look up but pictured his big cock swaying from side to side as he freed his prick from the confines of his underwear. His cock was a sight Nancy usually loved to see, but not tonight. Her husband's mood frightened her.

Just then she felt his mouth on her tit. Rick was kneeling front of her with his arms encircling her milky white hips as his teeth nipped at her darkly colored nipple. In an involuntary response, her nipple hardened and darkened.

Rick sucked and bit first one and then the other with an ever increasing intensity until the manipulations became painful. When Nancy attempted to move away, she found that Rick's arms held her firmly in place.

Continuing to nip and suck her round, upturned tits like a hungry child, Rick ignored Nancy's whispered pleadings for tenderness. In fact, her begging requests seemed to excite him to even more roughness.

Moving her back against the arm of the couch, he held her pinned with one hand as he slipped his other hand down to her cunt. With two of his fingers he parted the pink lips and raked his jagged thumbnail across her sensitive little clit. A lightning bolt of stimulation mixed with pain shot through Nancy's body and made her knees almost buckle.

Nancy tried to struggle out of Rick's grip, but she could not. Quickly he pulled her closer to him and suddenly thrust his thumb up into her dry cunthole. Her parched pussywalls clung to his thumb, and his uneven fingernail scratched into her tender cuntflesh. The young woman was unable to decide which ached more – her bruised and tooth marked tits or her battered violated pussy.

Not wanting to wait any longer before he fucked her, Rick held his bride against his chest and lowered her lovely pale body to the carpet. Pulling her knees up and shoving them apart, he ran hiss thumb back and forth across Nancy's throbbing clit with a harsh pressure. He fucked his long middle finger into her clutching, dry little cunthole. Nancy attempted to stop Rick from fucking her by bracing her arms against his shoulders, but he took her wrists into his hands, moved them above her head, and pinned them there with his left hand.

Taking his cock into his right hand and forcing her thighs even farther apart, he pushed the bulging, purple tip of his prick part way into the tight opening of her pussy. The golden curls fringing her cunt were drawn into the crack, pulling her outer pussylips inward also. Again Rick fucked forward trying to fuck more of his cruel cock into her resisting cunt. Still her tight, dry little pussyhole would not submit to his fucking prick. The pretty woman felt as if she were being ripped in two.

"Honey! Honey, please stop! You're hurting me. Oh, please stop!" she pleaded.

"Well, cunt, you'd better open it up for me then. Or I'll show you what pain really feels like!"

The tone of his voice was one she had not heard before. Harsh and demanding but also unemotional, his voice sent a shiver of fright up her spine. Rick freed her hands, and she wasted no time in using them to pull her pussy hairs, lips, and outer lips of her cunt out of the way of his steadily fucking prick.

With another hard push, his big cock finally slid into the dark inner recesses of Nancy's pussy. She moaned softly at the cruel thrust and lay still underneath him. Although she was resigned to submitting to this assault, she had no intention of giving him further pleasure by her movements. What he was doing was no better than rape.

Rick was furiously fucking his big cock into her pussyhole. Each fuck-stroke seemed to carry the full force of his body weight as his prick flicked into her fucked-up cunt. Using his knees as a lever, Rick nudged her thighs even farther apart. He attempted to fuck even more of his swollen prick into her pussy.

"Go ahead, bitch, fight me. You don't like what I'm doing? You don't want me to fuck you? Then fight me! Show me how you feel. Let's see some life!" growled the frenzied man.

But Nancy was determined not to play Rick's game. She intended to remain motionless and unresponsive until he had finished fucking her. She refused to give him the satisfaction of thinking that she had gotten any pleasure from the awful fucking he was giving her. And more important, she certainly would not accept a role in his sadistic rape fantasy.

Even as she made those vows to herself, she could feel the juices of hot cunt begin to flow and lubricate the cock that fucked into her. She hated her body for betraying her in this way. Rick was so intent on his own pleasures she thought that perhaps he wouldn't notice. At least his powerful fucks were beginning to be more comfortable as her slippery fuck juice spread over, the walls of her pussy.

Just then Rick shifted his position slightly and placed one hand on her left tit. "Fight me, you prissy little bitch," he hissed as he bit deeply into her shoulder at the point where it met her neck.

As pain shot through her, Nancy squirmed to loosen the grasp of his cruel teeth. Rick's response was to quicken the pace of his fucking prick. His hand tightened around her tit and his nails dug into her tender tit-flesh as if he were trying to separate it from her body. Again she felt searing pain and struggled to pull away from him.

"That's right, cunt, fight me! Let's feel some movement, or I'll pull this thing off," he said in a hoarse whisper as he grasped her nipple between his thumb and index finger and twisted sharply.

The awful truth of her situation suddenly became clear to her. The gentle man she had known as her husband had been transformed into a fiendish brute who was perfectly willing to use pain to get the fucking he wanted from her. Perverse as it was, he actually wanted her to struggle, to try to get away from him. He was enjoying inflicting pain on her.

Nancy redoubled her efforts to squirm away from his fucking torso, but she could not. Her movements seemed to excite Rick even more, and she could feel his huge cock grow larger in response to her futile attempts to escape from his cruel fucking.

Worse, the young woman felt her own body responding to his fucks. Shame, humiliation, and anger filled her. In spite of her efforts to control her own feelings, she could not prevent the passion that was welling up inside her pussy. Her cunt was on fire, and her husband's every fuck-stroke brought her nearer and nearer to her own cum.

Suddenly the balls that had been banging against Nancy's upturned ass began to shoot their hot cum-load deep into her pussy. Short, powerful bursts of gism sprayed her pussywalls filling her with his steamy fuck fluid. With a groan he collapsed on top of her and lay still?

The force and heat of Rick's cum swept Nancy to the brink of her own climax. The sensation of the fuck fluids cascading through her pussy set up a chain of contractions that drained his cock dry. But just as she was about to cum herself, Rick's prick shot one last spun and stopped moving. It was unfair! Cruel! He had simply used her for his own satisfaction without any concern for her enjoyment.

Damn him, she thought.

Before his prick became flaccid, the young woman slipped her hand between their bodies and began to finger her clit. Her hips swayed from side to side and undulated up and down in a jerky movement.

Nancy felt the contractions of her cum beginning. As she pushed herself even harder onto his rapidly dwindling cock, Nancy was swept with the warmth and sweet release of her own cum.

Their mingled fuck juices began to trickle out of her cunt and run down into her ass crack as Rick's prick grew soft and slipped from her pussy. By rocking her body to one side, Nancy was able to roll Rick's heavy body. He lay motionless and seemed to be asleep.

Passed-out, she told herself.

For a while she sat beside him thinking about the events of the evening. They certainly confined her worst fears about her deteriorating relationship with Rick. When they had married less than a year ago she never would have dreamed that such terrible things would happen between them.

The kind, loving, and solicitous man she had married had become a cruel, unfeeling beast… at least when he was drinking. She felt lonely, desperate, and helpless.

After a half-hearted attempt to wake her slumbering husband, Nancy went alone to bed.