THE COP'S WIFE,  PART SEVEN

   "So, Tommy-boy," Marcus Dupree said, "which tape you think we should 
mail out? And to who?" 

     "Please, Daddy," Amy begged, "please don't...I swear I'll be good..." 
She was kneeling at Dupree's feet, her arms wrapped around his legs.  Tears 
ran down her beautiful face. 	

     Dupree ran a hand through Amy's hair in a parody of tenderness. "I 
know you have, bitch," he said. "But Tom disobeyed orders. He watched you 
with those Mexicans when I tole him to stay in the car. So now he's got to 
pay the price. I tole you what I'd do if either of you got out of line. I 
tole you I'd send out the tapes I made. An' I always do what I say I'm 
gonna do, you know that." Amy began weeping even harder. "So who's it gonna 
be, Tom? Who you want watching your wife get fucked? Your partner? Amy's 
parents? You better choose, Tom, `fore I do it for you." 

    Tom's brain raced madly in circles. The tapes that Dupree and his 
friends had made of his wife showed her eagerly sucking and fucking men, 
women, even a dog. And all of them featured her talking about how much 
better the fucking she was getting was than anything Tom could do. They 
featured her graphically describing, even laughing at, Tom's small penis. 
The thought of anyone at the police station seeing those was more than Tom 
could stand. And Tom  knew Amy's strait-laced, religious father might very 
well have a heart attack if he saw his daughter being defiled and begging 
for more. Who could he pick, who would do the least damage....

    "Her sister," Tom said. "Send one to Amy's sister." 

    Amy's head snapped up to look at Tom, her mouth open in shock. "No," 
she breathed, "you can't..." 

     Amy's older sister Holly had always lorded it over her younger 
sibling. Holly had been head cheerleader, valedictorian of her senior 
class, a straight-A student in college, and was now married to a successful 
heart surgeon. She had never missed an opportunity to make Amy feel like a 
second class citizen. And now she would be the one to whom Amy's 
degradation would be revealed. But it was better than any other choice Tom 
could think of...at least for him. 

   "You BASTARD!" Amy screamed. "You son of a BITCH!" She attempted to jump 
up and launch herself at Tom, but Dupree grabbed her hair and pulled her 
back. "Plese, Daddy," she pleaded as she looked up at him, "Not her, not my 
sister, send it to his buddies at the police station, let them know what a 
wimp he is, but please, not my sister..." 

   Dupree grinned maliciously. "Naw," he said, "I like Tommy's idea. There 
might be one o'his cop buddies that might decide to do somethin' about me 
whorin' you out. No, I think yo' sister might be just the ticket. `Sides, 
she may even decide to come and get some o'what her sister's been enjoyin' 
so much." 

   There was little chance of that, Tom knew. Holly was the ultimate Ice 
Princess, a slim blonde with a supercilious attitude.  Tom had never even 
seen her hold hands with her husband other than at her wedding. 

     "God, I hate you, Tom," Amy hissed at him. "You picked my sister 
because you couldn't stand to be humiliated in front of your buddies. So 
you decided to humiliate me instead. I'll never forgive you for this, Tom. 
Never. You're so goddamn WEAK..." 

   And that, Tom realize too late, was the essence of Dupree's 
punishment.Dupree knew Tom's weaknesses, knew he  would do anything to 
avoid a bad image with his friends....and in  avoiding it, Tom would make 
his formerly loving wife hate him even more. He hung his head and sobbed 
brokenly. 

    "Come on, get up, bitch," Dupree said to Amy. "Tom may have time to lay 
there blubberin' but you got to get to work."  She cried out as he pulled 
her to her feet by her hair. He dragged her to the bedroom. Tanya, Dupree's 
blonde assistant whore-trainer, got up from the couch and followed, a smirk 
on her face. "We've got another little surprise for you, Tommy," she 
whispered, as she disappeared into the bedroom. 

    In a few more minutes, Tanya came back out. "We were going through your 
closets, Tommy," she said. "And  look what we found. Some of your old 
clothes." She clapped her hands commandingly.
   Amy came out of the bedroom. Dupree and his assistant had dressed her in 
Tom's uniform from his early days as a beat cop. His patrolman's hat was 
perched jauntily on her head, her  thick curly brown hair sticking out from 
under it. His dark-blue uniform blouse was stretched tight across her big 
tits, so tightly that Tom could clearly see her nipples. Even the aureoles 
were clearly defined against the strained fabric. From the waist down, she 
wore only  a sheer black silk thong and a pair of 5-inch heels. Tom's 
gunbelt hung around her waist, his handcuffs and nightstick dangling from 
it.

    "Looks good, don't she Tommy-boy?" Marcus Dupree grinned as he followed 
Amy into the living room. "She gonna make a big hit at the party tonight. 
We got some guests that'll really appreciate it. You even know some of 
`em." 	He ticked the names off on his fingers. "You remember Jermaine 
Riley, don't ya? And Antonio Jones? And I know you remember Cleotis 
Jackson, Manuel Ortiz, Big Otis Gaines..." 

    Tom racked his brain for a moment. Then the import of the names came 
rushing back to him. Dupree saw the look on Tom's face. He threw back his 
head and roared with laughter. "That's right, Tommy-boy," he said. "They 
all men you arrested and sent to the joint. I found ten of `em. Its gonna 
be a reg'lar class reunion, with yo' wife as the entertainment."

    "Oh, God,,," Amy whimpered. "Please...don't let them..." 

      Dupree winked at her. . "Don' worry, bitch," he said. "I tol' `em 
they couldn't kill you. Or cut nothin' off. Don' want my merchandise 
spoiled. But other'n that..." He laughed again. "You might get banged up a 
little." He grinned at Tom. "Specially when they  see her in yo' cop 
uniform. It's gonna remind them of old times." Tom started towards him, but 
suddenly Dupree had a gun in his hand. The smile was gone. "Now don't do 
nothin' stupid, Tommy-Boy," he said. "She gonna get fucked, whether you 
live or dead.."  He stood up. "Time to go." 

    This time it was Tom in the back seat with Tanya holding the gun on 
him. Dupree sat up front with Amy. They had no sooner pulled out of the 
driveway when Dupree turned to her. "We better get you warmed up," he said. 
"Take out my dick and suck it while we drive." 

    "Yes, Daddy," Amy whispered. She ducked her head down below the level 
of the seat. Tom couldn't see what she was doing, but he heard the soft 
hiss of a zipper going down. Then Tom heard soft slurping and sucking 
sounds and Dupree's grunts of pleasure.   

    "Yaaah..." he said softly. "Thass right...suck it good, bitch." Tom 
looked out the window so he didn't have to catch Dupree's smirk reflected 
in the rearview mirror. But he couldn't escape the sound of Amy's soft 
moaning as she serviced him.

    "Listen to her, Tom," Tanya whispered. She seemed to delight in 
torturing him. "She really does love sucking cock...now that she's learned 
what real a cock is." She reached over and dipped her hand between his 
legs. "And you love listening to it, don't you? Your little dick is as hard 
as a rock." 

    Shut up, Tom screamed at her in his mind. But he kept silent. Tanya 
massaged his dick slowly, still smiling. Tom gritted his teeth to keep from 
making any sound that would let her know how good it felt. But the 
combination of her expert stroking and the sounds from up front were 
driving him out of his mind. Finally, he couldn't contain himself any more 
and his hips began squirming. The evil blonde chuckled deep in her throat 
and took her hand away. "No, Tommy," she whispered. "Not yet. Not before 
the show."   

    They drove through the streets for a long time. The houses and 
businesses became shabbier, and the faces of the people hanging out on the 
streets went from all-white to mixed, to black. Young men hanging out idly 
on the corners gave the car hard looks as they went past. Finally, they 
pulled up in the parking lot of a small dilapidated building. The asphalt 
of the lot was broken and dotted with potholes and some of  the windows of 
the place had been boarded over. The few intact ones were painted black. 
Loud pounding rap music came from inside. 

     Dupree made no move to get out. "Jus' a second," he grunted. "Let Amy 
finish me off." He dropped his hands from the wheel to Amy's head in his 
lap. She squealed softly in pain  as he yanked her hair. "C'mon, slut," he 
grated. "The boys are waitin'." Tom heard the sucking and slurping double 
in intensity, along with Amy's moaning. In a few moments he was  grunting 
with climax, the animalistic sounds ending with a long sigh of pleasure. 
When he was done, Amy sat up. She put the cop hat back on her head as they 
got out. Tanya and Tom got out of the back. 

   "Now," Tanya said, "We need to make sure Tom doesn't misbehave again and 
whack that little dick without permission." She took a pair of handcuffs 
out of her back pocket. "Put these on him, won't you, Amy?" 

   Tom looked at his wife. Her eyes were smoky with that look of lust he 
had come to know and hate. There was a light sheen on her lips that Tom 
knew was the last remnants of Dupree's cum. She licked it off her lips with 
a slow sensuous motion. As she walked over to him,  he could see that the 
crotch of her thong panties was damp with excitement. "I hope you enjoy 
this," she whispered savagely as she cuffed his hands behind his back. 

   "I see you already are," he shot back. She didn't answer, but her hands 
on his wrists were shaking.  

     They marched over to the heavy iron door of  the old building. Dupree 
pounded on the door heavily with his huge hand, trying to be heard over the 
pounding of the music. After a moment, Tom heard the clicking of several 
heavy locks. The door swung wide. 

   A short stocky black man stood in the doorway. He held a beer in one 
hand, and a smoking joint dangled from his lips. His hair was styled in 
tight cornrows and his eyes were bloodshot form the beer and weed. He 
nodded to Dupree. "S'up," he said laconically. Then he looked at Amy and 
his eyes widened. His face split into a grin. "Dayum," he said. He looked 
at Tom still standing behind. "Hey, Officer Barkley," he said with a 
malicious gleam in his eye. "You remember me?" 

    Tom nodded dumbly. He had arrested  Antonio Jones  years before on 
charges of repeatedly raping and sodomizing a twelve year old girl. The 
girl had been so traumatized that she was unable to speak, so the only 
evidence of Jones' guilt had been circumstantial. He was allowed to plead 
to a lesser charge and was out after only five years. 

    Jones took the joint out of his mouth. "I'm looking forward to doin' to 
yo' wife ever'thing I done to that little white bitch," he said. `An' a few 
other things besides." Tanya dug the gun into Tom's back, keeping him from 
reacting. 

    Jones turned and walked back into the darkness behind him. They 
followed down a short hallway. The music became deafening as they walked 
into a large open room. There was a bar along one wall with liquor bottles 
behind it. Along the opposite wall from the bar was a low crude wooden 
stage with what looked like a fire pole rising out of the center and a DJ 
booth on one end. The air was thick with the stench of pot smoke and beer. 
A motley assortment of flimsy tables and mismatched chairs was scattered 
throughout the room. There were a dozen or more men seated at the tables or 
standing around with beers or drinks in their hands. They all turned to 
look at the entourage coming through the door. When they saw Amy, a ragged 
whoop went up. It was an ugly sound, the sound of a pack sighting its prey. 
Amy turned and tried to run. Tom could see the panic in her eyes. Dupree 
grabbed her by the back of the neck and tossed her easily, like a rag doll,  
to the center of the room, where she was caught by a laughing fat man who 
looked Hispanic. The man  pinned Amy's arms to her sides and pulled her 
back against him. He planted a sloppy kiss on her neck and flung her into 
the arms of a tall skinny black man with a scarred face. Amy was weeping, 
her face streaked with tears. "HOLD ON!" Dupree shouted. Someone turned the 
music down. 

   "Now come on, brothers," Dupree said. "This ain't no way to treat a 
guest, now is it?" He walked over to where Amy sagged in the scarred man's 
grasp. "Somebody get this lady a drink and a smoke," he said. Tanya guided 
Tom over to a chair and sat him down as Antonio Jones stepped over to Amy. 
"Hol' her up, Jermaine " he told the man holding her. The man  pulled her 
upright. Jones reached up and adjusted the patrolman's hat, which had 
fallen askew on Amy's head. Then he flipped the joint  around and put the 
lit end in his mouth. He leaned over into Amy's face. 

     "Pucker up," Jermaine said, "Like you was givin' a kiss. Then suck the 
smoke in." 

      "I never..." Amy protested. 

       Jermaine shook her. `DO IT, cunt!" 

     Tom made as if to get up, but Tanya poked the gun into the base of his 
neck. "Don't try anything, Tommy," she said, "or you'll miss the show. 
Here, let's make sure you don't get not any mischief." She undid the cuffs 
around Tom's wrists, then refastened them so that he was shackled to the 
chair, his hands still behind him. 

      As Jones blew a long stream of smoke into Amy's face, she puckered up 
and  inhaled. After only a moment, she was racked with a paroxysm of 
coughing, which sent the men gathering round her into hysterical laughter. 
"Again," Dupree ordered. Jones passed the joint to the fat Hispanic, who 
blew her another shotgun. "Now hol' it in," the first man said. Amy held 
the smoke in, her eyes bulging, until her face turned red and she blew it 
out. "Do it again, Manuel," Dupree said. Grinning, Manuel complied. This 
time Amy seemed to be getting the hang of it. When she blew the smoke out, 
Tom could see that her eyes were beginning to glaze again, this time with 
the pot. Someone shoved a beer into her hand and she drank deeply. "Now," 
Dupree said, "lessee the bitch dance."  She stumbled slightly as he led her 
over to the stage. Someone turned the music up and switched on the stage 
lights. The stage was bathed in read and yellow light. A rap song with a 
heavy beat came on, an old one by DMX.

It's all good, It's all right, 
fuck all day, fuck all night... 

   Amy stood on the stage, dressed in Tom's old police hat, belt, and 
uniform blouse up top, only a thong and high heels beneath. She looked 
terrified. "I said, DANCE, bitch!" Dupree yelled. The other men took up the 
chant: "Dance! Dance! Dance!" Amy closed her eyes and began moving her hips 
slowly, her arms crossed across her chest. The men continued to yell at 
her. "C'mon white bitch!" "Work it!" "This ain't the senior prom!" As their 
shouts became more insistent, Tom could see Amy's dance became sexier. The 
throbbing beat and heavily sexual lyrics, combined with the pot and beer 
forced on her, were obviously beginning to get to her. She began moving 
sinuously, running her hands over her lush body, her tongue running over 
her lips. She put her hands behind her head and thrust her hips in short 
sharp motions, as if she were being fucked. The movement made cuffs on her 
belt jingle. The men were cheering now, and it seemed to egg her on. She 
opened her eyes and looked into the crowd, making eye contact with 
individual men. Her hands came up and cupped her breasts outside the 
uniform, squeezing and rolling them until the nipples stood out under the 
fabric. She toyed with the top button, looking coyly at them, until they 
began shouting at her to "take it off!" The, with a violent motion, she 
ripped the blouse open. A huge cheer went up as her big tits spilled free. 
Amy played with her naked breasts for a moment, rubbing the nipples to even 
further hardness and erection. 

    "Hahha," Tanya said. "Look at that little bitch go. What a fucking 
slut." 

    Amy  sashayed over to the pole in the center of the stage  and began 
rubbing sensuously against it, up and down, up and down.  She threw her 
head back, her legs on either side, and rubbed her panty clad pussy against 
the pole as the men continued to whoop and holler. She left the pole and 
turned back to face the men. She slowly slid the nightstick on her belt out 
of its sheath and held it up to her lips. The cheers redoubled as she began 
running her tongue up and down the long black baton, then slipped her lips 
over he end of the handle as if she were sucking a cock. But when she slid 
her free hand down inside the thong panties and began stroking her pussy, 
the men's control broke. As one, they poured onto the stage. Amy yelped in 
surprise and the patrolman's hat slipped off of her head as she was seized 
and dragged off, back onto the floor. She was forced to her knees as the 
men encircled her and unzipped their pants. Amy was surrounded by black and 
brown cocks, poking and thrusting at her from all angles. She opened her 
mouth and slid her lips down over the  enormous black cock of the man  
directly in front of her. She reached up and wrapped her hands around two 
more, stroking them slowly as she sucked. The men not being pleasured 
mauled Amy's body savagely, their dark hands all over her breasts and 
buttocks. Periodically, one of the men would jerk her by the hair to force 
her to change from one cock to another. She seemed past the point of 
caring; she sucked and slurped greedily at whichever penis was before her. 
When all of the men had had a turn at her mouth, she was jerked to her 
feet. Someone ripped  the thong panties away from her and threw them aside. 
She was shoved over roughly, her arms pinned behind her, her big tits 
dangling and swinging beneath. One  man took the cuffs off the belt at her 
waist and fastened her hands behind her. Antonio Jones  stepped behind her 
and began forcing himself into her. "AAAAHHHHHHH..." Amy cried out in pain 
and pleasure as the huge penis  violated her cunt. Jones her grabbed her 
thick curly brown hair and yanked her head up. As soon as he did, another 
was before her, forcing his dick into her mouth. The two men began slamming 
Amy's helpless body  back and forth between them brutally like a rag doll, 
fucking her mouth and cunt with deep, pile driver strokes. Amy's cries of 
pain were muffled and gagged by the huge invader in her mouth, but Tom 
could tell when they began to transform into  by-now familiar muffled 
groans of animalistic pleasure , then the spasmodic grunts of  orgasm. 

    "Oh, look at your wife, Tom," Tanya cooed in his ear. "Look at how much 
she loves it." Her hand stole down to his crotch and began toying with his 
zipper. Slowly, she worked it down, then her hand was inside Tom's pants 
pulling out his cock. It was rock hard and throbbing. Tanya began stroking 
it with her skilled fingers, and Tom couldn't repress his groan of 
pleasure. A few of the men standing around waiting their turn at Amy 
noticed. They began laughing and pointing at Tom. 

    "Sheee-it, man," one of them jeered. "Is that all the dick you got to 
give this lil' slut?" 

     "I know," Tanya grinned. "Pathetic, isn't it?" She speeded up her 
stroking until Tom was gasping and squirming against his bonds. His eyes 
were locked on the sight of his wife's brutal ravishment.   He was on the 
verge of coming when Tanya abruptly took her hand away. He cried out in 
frustration. 

    "Oh, no, Tommy," she said. "You're being punished, remember?" 

     "Please," he begged, "Please..." 

    She kissed him lightly on the ear. "Don't go `way now," she giggled. 
She walked over and knelt by Amy, smiling up at the men fucking her. "Check 
this out, boys," she said. She reached up to where Amy's breasts were 
swinging underneath her impaled body. She cupped one breast and massaged it 
gently.  Then she grabbed and twisted it savagely. Amy shrieked in pain, As 
she did, Jones grunted in surprised pleasure. `Damn," he said, "bitch 
tightened up like a little girl  when you did that." 

    "Yeah, " Tanya said, "she's a real pain-slut, isn't that right, Amy?" 
Amy's only response was a moan of  fear. Tanya twisted her breast again, 
wrenching another muffled shriek around the cock sawing in and out of her 
mouth. "Ahhh...." Jones groaned as the spasmodic twitching of Amy's cunt 
set off his climax. Tanya continued to torture Amy's breasts as he pounded 
her savagely, grunting with each spasm of cum blasting into Amy's womb. Amy 
was obviously coming too, her body quivering and shaking with her own 
orgasm. The man in her mouth pulled out and began pumping his dick with his 
hand. "Oh, GOD," Amy cried out. "Yesss...yesss....come for me...drown me in 
it...come on..."  She stuck out her tongue at the same moment he yelled 
that he was coming. The first spurts of his jism coated her tongue and 
lips. "Ahhh...ahhhh...." Amy groaned as the man continued ejaculating, his 
sperm splashing onto her panting face and into her hair. Their orgasms 
complete, both men pulled away from Amy, causing her to collapse to her 
knees. Drops of come glistened on her flushed face, and she extended her 
tongue to lick one off her lip. Tanya knelt beside her, grinning, and 
scooped some more up with her finger. She extended the finger to Amy's 
mouth. Amy moaned and licked delicately a the finger before sliding it into 
her mouth. Tanya laughed delightedly and looked at Tom. "Just when I think 
this little whore can't get any nastier," she said and winked at him. She 
reached out and picked up the patrolman's hat lying on the ground nearby. 
She put it back on Amy's head. 

   "Please," Amy groaned. She crouched helplessly on her knees, unable to 
rise with her hands bound behind her. "Please, somebody fuck me....who's 
going to fuck me like a man and make me come again?" 

     A grinning black man sauntered over and lay on his back a few feet 
away. "Whyn't you come over here and get you some, slut?" he sneered at 
her.  Tom recognized Big Otis Gaines, a brutal pimp who Tom had put away 
for nearly beating one of his whores to death. As he pulled down his pants, 
Tom realized why he was known as Big Otis. His cock was enormous, even 
bigger than Dupree's.  "Oh, God," Amy gaped. She began  crawling towards 
him, awkwardly shuffling across the floor. "Huh," Gaines said, lazily 
stroking his massive shaft with his hand, "It ain't the first time a white 
bitch has crawled on her knees for this..but I ain't never seen one 
crawling on her knees for it in front o' her husband!" That sent the men 
into gales of laughter. As Amy got closer, Gaines sat up and grabbed her. 
He pulled her on top of him, her knees on either side of him. Tom could see 
his cock rubbing against her pussy. She squirmed against him, trying to 
force the big shaft into her, but with her hands still shackled behind her, 
she couldn't put it in. . "Ohhhh...." she groaned. Please...please put it 
in me..." 

   "You want it, huh, slut? You want Otis' big dick in you?" 

    "Oh, yes...please, I'm begging, I need it, I need cock..." He reached 
down and positioned his cock at the entrance to Amy's vagina. She gasped as 
the massive head stretched her abused pussy lips. Then she was screaming as 
he thrust up into her, shoving half his cock inside Amy's cunt with one 
stroke. "AAAAAAAAAH!" she cried out. "OH GOD! STOP! IT'S TOO BIIIG!" Gaines 
reached up and slapped her across the face, hard. `Shut up, whore," he 
snapped.. "Shut up and take it!" 

   Amy bowed her head, weeping. Hers tears dripped onto his chest as she 
squirmed her hips, trying to get away. . "I CAAAN'T..." she cried, "It's 
too AAAAAAAUGH!" she screamed again as another thrust buried another inch 
of cock into her. Then another, and another, each thrust wrenching another 
scream from Amy's contorted lips. Finally, he was buried in her to the 
hilt. He let her rest there for a moment. She was panting like a distance 
runner, her breath coming in short sobs. Then Tom saw her hips begin to 
squirm again, this time in pleasure. She whimpered as the feel of the giant 
cock inside her gradually overwhelmed her senses. Then she was moving, 
writhing and twisting on the shaft impaling her. Gaines grabbed her hips 
and began fucking up into Amy's stretched pussy. She was screaming again, 
this time in pleasure as she rode that big cock. "YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK 
ME!" Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstacy as she strained 
towards another orgasm.  Another man took up position behind her and 
started force feeding his cock between Amy's buttocks. Her eyes opened in 
surprise, then narrowed with passion as she looked back over her shoulder. 
"Yes...." she hissed. "Fuck my ass...split your whore's ass wide 
open...."he pushed forward and she cried out. "YES! YES! HARDER! FUCK ME!" 
As the man shoved himself to the hilt in Amy's tight ass, she began coming 
again, her hips jerking and thrusting uncontrollably. The two men began 
fucking her in unison, buffeting her helpless bound body between them. 

    Meanwhile, Tanya had seated herself on the floor next to Tom's chair. 
Periodically, she would reach out to lightly run a finger over Tom's  cock 
or give it a few quick strokes. She continued, however to deny him orgasm. 
Tom was in agony, his cock throbbing with pain from the sight of his wife 
being gang-fucked. 

   She seemed to be in state of almost constant climax, screaming and 
cursing and sobbing with joy. "Someone put a cock in my mouth," she 
groaned. Within moments, her wish was granted by Manuel, the fat Hispanic. 
She slurped and sucked noisily on his thick cock, her eyes closed in bliss. 
The men fucking her began coming, their shouts blending with the sound of 
her sucking and her own grunts of climax. In moments, the man in her mouth 
was coming too. Amy swallowed as fast as she could, but some of the come 
dribbled down her chin. 
		
   When the three men were done with her, three more took their place, 
fucking Amy in the ass,  mouth and cunt, riding her hard  through another 
set of writhing screaming climaxes. Then she was thrown face down over a 
table and sodomized brutally while another man fucked her mouth. Then they 
freed her hands, but only so she could kneel in the circle and service the 
men with her mouth and hands again. After that they spread eagled her on 
the bar and took turns fucking her mouth and cunt.  All the while, Tanya 
continued to torment Tom, stroking his cock to the point of orgasm, but 
refusing to let him come. He begged. He pleaded. He cursed her. He promised 
her anything if he could just come. She just smiled and shook her head. The 
men laughed and jeered at him, telling him that a little dick like that 
didn't deserve to come. Then they went back to fucking his wife.  

   Finally, all of the men had fucked her several times. She lay half 
conscious on the bar like a broken doll, her legs spread. Tom could see the 
come leaking out of her well-used cunt and ass, puddling beneath her on the 
bar. 
								
    Dupree sauntered over to him, clutching a fat wad of bills in one big 
hand. "Yep," he said with satisfaction, "Yo' wife is a good little 
moneymaker, Tommy Boy." 

   Tom gritted his teeth. He wasn't going to give Dupree the satisfaction 
of a reply. It was hard for him to maintain his dignity however, with his 
cock sticking straight out exposed in front of him. Tanya knelt beside him 
again and placed a hand on his thigh. "Poor Tommy," she said. "I think he's 
been punished enough, don't you Daddy?" 

     "Yeah," Dupree said grudgingly. "I reckon you can let him get off 
now." 

      Tom looked at Tanya, his eyes filled with frustrated agony. 
"Please," he whispered. "Please. He said you could get me off. Please." 

       "Me?" Tanya said with exaggerated outrage. "I'm not making that 
pathetic little prick come! I only fuck real men, Tommy." She stood up and 
clapped her hands. "Amy!" she barked. "You have another customer!" 

    Amy sat up slowly. Tom could see her face streaked with a mixture of 
come, sweat and tears. Her heavy mascara was streaked around her eyes like 
the mask of a raccoon. Tom looked in her eyes and saw nothing there. She 
looked like a zombie, her mind totally broken by the degradation to which 
she had just been subjected. 

     She climbed off the bar and walked over slowly to where Tom sat cuffed 
to the chair. "On your knees, bitch," Tanya ordered, and Amy knelt 
obediently. Her eyes showed no recognition that she was kneeling before her 
husband. He was just another cock for her to service. 

   " Hol' on a second," Dupree said. "I said he could get off. I din't say 
he could get off for free." 

     Tom closed his eyes. "Just tell me," he whimpered. "Tell me what you 
want." 

     "How `bout that Beemer of yours?" Dupree said. "Only seems fair. It 
was bought with my money." 

    Tom shook his head no, but Tanya was there whispering in his ear. "Come 
on, Tommy," she said, "I know how bad you want to get off. And you know how 
good she can suck, now that she's been broken in properly. Imagine that 
warm, wet mouth wrapped around you, taking you in all the way..." 

    "Okay," Tom said. "Okay...take it, I don't care..." he opened his eyes 
to see Dupree standing in front of him with an official looking document on 
a clipboard. . It was the title certificate for the BMW. Tanya freed his 
hand and handed him a pen. Tears of shame spilling down his face, Tom 
signed his car away. Amy continued to kneel on the floor her head down, her 
eyes unseeing. 

   When he was done, Dupree took the clipboard. "Okay bitch," he said to 
Amy. "Suck." 

   Tom leaned back in the chair as Amy leaned forward and plunged her mouth 
down over his cock, taking him to the root in one swallow. After Tanya's 
long tease and denial, Tom began coming almost immediately, screaming out 
his climax as he emptied what seemed like a gallon of sperm into her wetly 
sucking mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue moving expertly 
against the underside of his cock. Finally, she had sucked the last of the 
come form his spasming cock and she pulled her head back. She smiled up at 
him, the false professional smile of a well-trained whore. "Thanks, baby," 
she said. "Hope you liked it..." 

     Tom hung his head. "Can we just go now?" he mumbled. 

     "Sure," Dupree said. "Amy needs to rest up. We filmin' tomorrow and 
she needs to look her best." 

     "Filming?" Tom said. "What do you mean?" 

      "Amy's lil' tapes are selling like hotcakes," Dupree said. "She 
practically a movie star." 

    "You...you you're SELLING them?" Tom yelled. 

    "All over the Internet, Tom," Tanya broke in. "She's even got her own 
website now."

     "Come on, slut," Dupree told Amy. "Can't keep those fans waitin'..." 

TO BE CONTINUED....