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"Why I thought you weren't home nearly enough before!
Now you're never here! What on earth are you doing?" Helen demanded. Adam
slumped into a chair in the living room. He'd been trying to avoid this
confrontation for days now, ever since he'd opened up his new lab. Getting
subjects had proved harder than he thought, and the luck that the
middle-aged scientist had had with his first two subjects had not held
true for the rest. In order to be completely scientific about it, Adam had
been forced to decide that he must advertise for his subjects. He had just
returned from placing three separate ads in what were known as "free"
newspapers. He hoped that in this manner he might be furnished with a
constant supply of new subjects. It was no good having Susi the waitress
come back again and again as she wanted to do. He'd already exhausted the
wealth of information that he wanted from the young redhead and was ready
to move on to other things.
"What I'm doing will make us both famous!" he retorted. "Hah!" Helen
turned from the counter where she'd been mixing herself a drink. "What do
I care if we're famous or not? What I want is a husband!"
"What am I?" Adam realized as soon as he said it that he ought not to
have. With a moan, he kicked off his shoes and wiggled his toes inside his
socks. Worrying about his work at the lab, plus teaching classes and
counseling students was beginning to exhaust him. But Adam tried to be
optimistic. Soon he would be able to devote his full attention to the Sex
Lab. The holidays were coming up and he'd have a good two weeks in which
to do all the research he wanted.
"What are you?" Helen downed a fast Bloody Mary, scarcely blinking as the
stiff content of vodka hit her stomach, not to mention the spiced-up
tomato juice. "That's what I've been wondering!" she spat out. "That is
exactly what I've been wondering! Why I hardly know you anymore, Adam.
We're like two strangers living in the same house!"
"That's not my fault!" Adam retorted, even though he was almost sure that
it was. What could he do about it though? He was who he was, and what was
it she wanted from him? "I want somebody to love me, to hold me, to mix me
a drink from time to time. To talk to me when we sit down to dinner!"
Helen blurted out, her lower lip quivering as she regarded her seemingly
impassive husband who had begun to rub his feet. Faced with Adam's
silence, Helen went on. "I want someone who cares what I've been doing all
day!"
Adam looked up at his wife. She'd done something different with her hair,
but he couldn't tell what it was. "Did you cut your hair?" he asked.
"Oh God! That was last year, I cut my hair. I'm wearing it down instead of
tied back," she snapped, starting to make another drink.
"1 knew there was something different," Adam muttered. Why did this
interminable conversation have to continue when he had so many other
important things to think about? "You BASTARD! There's something different
all right! I'm starting a new life. I'm a woman and I need a man, and I'm
gonna get myself one!" Helen whirled and flung the glass she'd been
holding across the room aiming it despite her anger so that it whizzed
just above her husband's head and crashed behind him on the wall, creating
an enormous blotch of dripping red. Then she stood there, still dressed in
her blue wool dress, the one she'd worn to her meeting with her
psychiatrist, her fists clenched, neck tendons taut, her whole being
defensive and belligerent. To Helen's surprise, she saw her husband
rising, anger contorting his features in such a manner that he looked
truly unrecognizable to her. She had wanted to get a reaction, anti for a
split second she was pleased to have gotten some kind of rise out of her
usually passive husband, until she realized that it was going to be a
reaction over which she would have no control whatsoever. Adam looked
crazy, like he'd suddenly flipped out just the way she was often
threatening to do! She was smart enough to recognize that she'd gone too
far and that she'd struck some subconscious chord which was making her
husband respond violently. Quickly she backed away from him as she saw him
coming toward her.
"How dare you?" Adam growled. "How dare you even bother me with this petty
crap? Here I am trying to do the best thing for us, for my career. Trying
to show the world! Here I am knocking myself out and for what? To come
home and get nagged by a shrew" Adam took hold of his wife's shoulders and
began to shake her hard, so hard that her head snapped back and forth and
her teeth chattered against each other.
He's touching me, he's touching me! Helen realized, even as she struggled
to get away from her husband. He's paying some attention to me!
She pulled away and spat out, "So what? Now you won't have to worry, I'll
go get myself somebody young, somebody who can still make love!"
That did it! Helen turned and ran out of the living room, terrified by her
own boldness and by the fact that Adam was coming after her fast. She
zipped into the bedroom and slammed the door trying to lock it before Adam
got inside. Already the scheming blonde wife was wondering if she could
get into the bathroom fast enough to lock that door and then perhaps
pretend she was going to take some pills. Maybe she would take some! Maybe
she ought to! The distressed wife didn't have time to think this plan
through however, for Adam pushed the door open just before the lock
caught.
"Too old!" he bellowed. "If you only knew!" "What! Is there something I'm
supposed to know?" Helen sneered, moving to the far wall trying to reach
the bathroom door. "All I know is that you can't last more than
one-two-three! Mr. Wham Bam, thank you ma'm!" The blonde wife turned and
dashed into the bathroom and closed the door as quickly as she could, but
a robe that was hanging on the back caught in the opening, and Adam was
there before she could get it closed and locked. He pulled his wife by the
hand, with such strength that she came flying out of the bathroom. Taking
advantage of this momentum Adam threw her bodily upon the bed. "I'll show
you!" he said through clenched teeth. "Yeah?" Helen was defiant still,
unable to believe what was happening between her and her husband. Perhaps
Stan was right, perhaps a new approach, was all that was needed. Perhaps
this was it? Flushed and excited, Helen continued to provoke Adam even as
he hiked up her dress unceremoniously. "Some rapist you'd make! Hah!" she
gasped, panting from the exertion of rolling against him and struggling in
a half-hearted attempt to get away. Goddamn! she was treating him worse
than an animal, talking to him like that. He'd show her a thing or two!
With a growl Adam yanked off the sheer panties that covered her loins. If
only he could tell her the things he'd already done, the experiments, the
advances he was making for mankind! And womankind! Of all times for her to
question his virility! His manhood! He stood staring down at the nakedly
revealed split of his wife's blonde pussy. Helen lay completely still now,
hardly daring to breathe. She was painfully aware of her husband's
lascivious stares at her near naked body and wished that she hadn't
started all this, despite the fact that he was obviously interested in her
sexually. But he seemed so strange that for the first time Helen felt
really frightened of him.
She looked at him, lifting her head up a little from the bed and became
aware of the bulge which was growing up between her husband's legs as he
knelt on the mattress before her. She stared at it fascinated and even
while she was staring, Adam's hand pulled down on the zipper of his pants.
The thick length of his hardening penis leaped into view, the head smooth
and glistening, the length of it sinewy and throbbing.
"Like it? Want it?" he leered down at her, waving its length up and down
obscenely.
"Adam!" Despite herself, Helen was profoundly shocked by her husband's
behavior. She'd never seen him do anything like this. Never! It was a far
cry from the love-making she desired, from the tender arms holding her,
wringing pleasure from the tender depths of her soul.
The disturbed scientist's wife wanted to, indeed tried to look away, but
somehow her eyes were magnetically glued to the virilely throbbing
instrument in front of her, and she found herself shivering in lewd
anticipation. Calmer now that he knew what he was going to do, Adam began
to strip off his clothes. He was thinking of the next day's experiment, if
someone showed up from the ads he'd placed. It was all planned out, but
this way he'd get a little advance information. "Damn you, Helen!" he
grunted, "I don't want to do this, but you force me to!"
"Force you to what? What are you talking about? Have you gone crazy?"
Helen was alarmed by her husband's words, beginning to feel distinctly
vulnerable and foolish for having gotten herself into such a predicament
with her normally innocuous husband.
Adam then reached down and, tangling his fingers in his wife's long blonde
hair, pulled until she was forced to turn her head, and eventually her
whole body. Then he pulled her hips upward towards him into a kneeling
position so that Helen was unable to do anything other than balance
herself on her elbows, with her naked buttocks waving lewd and helpless in
the air. She tried to struggle but the tight grip her husband maintained
on her hair caused her such pain that she confined her resistance to
heart-felt moans.
"Quit whining, you! You brought this on yourself. But at least it's all
for science!"
Then kneeling up behind her, he flicked his hand, further bunching her
wool dress up around her hips so that it would be out of the way. Adam
once more regarded the smooth naked ass-cheeks that were mercilessly
exposed to him.
With painful slowness, the professor spread apart the quivering cheeks of
her ass. Helen desperately lurched forward, trying to escape his grasp,
but her husband dug his fingers into her buttocks, his nails scraping the
tender flesh, holding her in place.
Helen began to sob softly. It was no use! She knew that she could scream
her lungs out and still her determined husband would not release her until
he was ready. Somehow it felt as though this moment had been predestined,
that her whole life had been leading up to this dreadful second of time
when her husband would turn into a madman and humiliate her so profoundly
that she would never get over it. Her life was in a shambles. She'd made a
muddle of everything. Hadn't she known all along that she would? Hadn't
her own mother once said as much to her once, long long ago?
Psychologically, the distressed woman felt absolutely helpless, his to be
used as he wished.
Adam ran his hand up the inside of his wife's sleek-fleshed thigh, all the
way up to the softly curling tendrils covering her vagina. His hand grazed
her silken pussy hair and he felt his angrily throbbing cock give an
excited lurch. He wanted to subjugate her now, to hurt her the way she'd
just hurt him, to make her see that he was a man, an important man! Just
when he needed the most support at home, here she was undermining him,
drawing his attention from his work. It wouldn't do. It just wouldn't do
at all.
A shiver of excitement coursed through him as he saw for the first time in
their marriage the tight puckered ring of Helen's anus as it nestled
teasingly down between the milk-white loaves of her flesh. He sucked in
his breath as he saw it clench and contract in fear under his gaze, the
dark ring of flesh flexingunflexing in a most enticing manner.
Experimentally, the scientist probed his outstretched middle finger at it,
feeling his wife cringe under his touch.
"You'll have to spread them wider than that!" he snarled, and Helen moaned
again. She didn't know what Adam wanted from her and was afraid of what he
might do. His thumbs were pressuring her nakedly quivering buttocks even
further apart when suddenly his tongue snaked down and traced along the
soft yielding crevice, and then it was wetly probing at the exposed anal
orifice, darting and teasing at it unmercifully.
Helen had never in her life experienced such an obscene thing, and the
fact that her normally staid husband was performing such an act only
served to frighten her all the more. She groaned helplessly down onto the
bed, feeling the wetness back there. The over wetness that was lewd to the
extreme as it coated her hidden flesh with a slippery coating of his
saliva. There was a motion on the bed behind her, and she realized that
Adam was rising up behind her. The captured housewife cringed and jerked
uncontrollably as she felt the hotly throbbing length of his bloated penis
press into the middle of her widespread anal crevice She could feel the
unrelenting hardness of the tip pressing against her defenseless little
anus, and then Adam's strained and unfamiliar sounding voice reached her,
filling her with even more dread. "Let's see if you like it back there!"
he announced, almost as if he were talking to himself. "No-no!" she sobbed
piteously. Oh God! He was depraved, holding her like this, saying such
awful things. She wouldn't, couldn't, give in to him!
Already her fearfully cringing rectum felt as if it were on fire as Adam
began to grind the bulbous tip of his lustfully engorged penis into the
tight entranceway. Even though Helen tried to block out the very thought
of it, she knew that he was going to try to put his long hard thickness up
into her rectum, to take her anally. The thought of her husband
perpetrating this inhuman, perverted act upon her brought shame and
loathing to every portion of the subserviently kneeling young blonde's
being. In her most secret thoughts she could never imagine such a thing
happening to anyone, let alone her! Yet here it was happening! Here she
was kneeling like a captive slave in front of him, and his obscenely
swollen cock was still prodding at her? worming upward into her painfully
stretched rectal channel, trying to split her wide apart! Vainly, Helen
clung to the last bit of hope she had. That perhaps her husband would come
to his senses and realize what he was doing.
"Please! Please? I didn't mean it, Adam! I swear I didn't mean it. It's
just that I get so lonely. I can't stand not having you as a husband!"
But it was too late, and the terrified wife knew it. Without even
bothering to answer her, Adam looked down angrily at his wife's tightly
resisting, virginal anus. Christ, her asshole is tight! But it's good on
my cock like that, squeezing and twisting. What's it going to feel like
once I get it up all the way inside?
Grunting, the scientist lurched forward with renewed strength and felt her
futilely straining rectal orifice popping slightly and then giving way to
the inward motion of his swollen cock-head. "Aaaaaaah NONONONO!" Helen
cried, flailing herself from side to side trying to escape this barbaric
invasion. "Oh, Adam stop, Oh God, I can't stand it!" forward, pushing her
tightly resisting nether flesh before him with the lusthardened shaft of
his penis.
Helen was engulfed in a shattering, soul-warping agony, which built up and
up to a horrid crescendo as her angry husband continued to worm his thick
rigid cock forward inch by inch creating a torturous path into the depths
of her bowels. "Uununuunnnnnnnnn!" Helen sobbed as she felt the rock-hard
shaft of her husband's sodomizing penis sink to the last centimeter in her
tightly clenching anus. Then he held it there, embedded deeply up inside
her for a long moment. Helen's sensitive rectal passage could feel its
surface pulsing unnaturally, stretching the throbbing walls beyond their
normal limits. Then he began to fuck slowly in and out of her, each
sodomizing thrust widening the already strained channel of her rectum.
Adam moaned through clenched teeth, happy at the steady whine for mercy
that came from his helplessly kneeling wife's lips, glad of the pain he
was so obviously causing her. Glad without knowing why he was so glad! He
could feel a turmoil in his sperm-laden testicles and his massively
pulsating hardness felt near to bursting.
She'll think twice now before tangling with me! he thought, confusedly as
he viciously fucked in and out of Helen's widestretched anus. The middle
aged scientist's breath was short and ragged, and he knew he couldn't keep
up the savage pace much longer.
Dear God, please let it soon be over! Helen prayed. The pain had finally
somehow stabilized into an overall ache that she was sure would never
leave her, compounded by the fact that Helen knew that she was living the
most horrifying moments of her life thus far. She saw herself as a young
and innocent little girl, and then as a romantic lovely teenager, then the
starry-eyed young woman who had married Adam Randolph, visualizing a life
filled with honors and quiet satisfactions. None of these things was true.
Nothing she had thought about the world had fumed out to be so!
Shame and mortification clouded her brain. How could she ever hold her
head up again after this bestial anal rape? It was with nothing but
loathing and revulsion for both of them that she endured the rest of it.
Moaning, Helen felt sick with shame as she felt her husband's fleshy cock
fucking faster and faster into her, his loins flattening harshly against
her nakedly upthrust buttocks with each slamming stroke.
Suddenly, Adam stiffened and groaned out, "Aaaaah I'm cummmming! Oh your
ass! Your beautiful ass. Oh, I'mmmmm cumming!" and he was pumping his hot
cascading sperm deep into her defensively clasping back passage, sweeping
her thighs wider apart as he crushed his loins up against her one last
time, ejaculating the last of his heated semen even deeper than before
into her impossibly widened anus. Finally, Adam slipped down in a
semiswoon upon her as Helen lay stunned beneath him. "1'11 get even with
you! I'll get even!" she muttered under her breath, feeling a shame and
anger that was unequaled in her memory.
"You'll pay, you rotten son of a bitch!"
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