Ravished
by Joe Brewster
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Copyright 2009 Joe Brewster and Transgressive Fiction
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"It's over. Forget it. We're through." Gina said.
"Just like that?” Dean asked. “After twenty years of marriage?"
"You lied," Gina stalked the family room agitated. "I thought we had something special. None of our friends--- the ones that are still together--- none of them ever did the things we did. Having lunch together almost everyday. Always making time for each other. Wanting to be together--- I thought--- all the time."
"I did." Dean said. "I mean I DO."
"Liar!"
"I'm not lying."
"You suddenly start blowing me off for lunch--- how come? I know you were having an affair. You started coming home late every night, with alcohol on your breath, you were having an affair. Admit it."
"I wasn't," Dean said.
"She told me," Gina countered
"She's a liar," Dean told her.
"Then why did you suddenly stop wanting me around ? Suddenly you didn't want me coming to your office? I saw you arguing with her in the parking lot. Not the way an employee and her boss would argue. No. It was a lover's spat. You two were arguing like couples in love do."
"Couples have a way of arguing?” Dean asked. “You and I didn’t. We never argued."
"Maybe we should have,” Gina said. “Maybe then we'd have worked things out."
"What’s to work out? I wasn't having an affair. She's lying. She's a two-fisted ball-breaking Bitch. She's disrupting the entire office. She puts stress on everyone. That's the reason I started begging off lunch. So you wouldn't be involved in her disrupting behavior. And after work I needed to stop off for a drink on the way home. To cool down. I didn't want to burden you with office problems from work."
"That's rich,”Gina huffed. “As if the owner of a company would let some little bitch ruin his office for him--- like I believe that. Why not just fire her if she’s such a disruption? Answer me that. Liar."
"It's complicated,” Dean sighed. “You know how I hate to fire people. She’s still young and wild. I wanted to give her a chance to straighten things out."
"At the expense of your business and our relationship...? Our marriage...? I don't believe it. That's too stupid even for you."
The whole conversation was going nowhere fast.
"Please leave." Gina said. "NOW."
"Tell me one thing, Gina,” Dean wanted to know. “Tell me why, after twenty years of what I thought was the perfect marriage, then, one day, all of a sudden, that little tramp turned you around on me? You're lovers? How did that happen? Suddenly now you're a lesbian? I never even knew you were bi-curious. What is that all about?"
"She showed me what a sexual coward you are," Gina said plainly.
"She doesn't know me," Dean told her.
"Oh, but I do." Gina said. "I confronted her about your affair and she admitted it. Then she took me into the ladies room and had her way with me. She didn't care that anyone could have seen us. She didn't care. She just didn't care. She took me into a stall and ripped my clothes off like she owned me. That Chanel number... she tore it off my body and stripped me naked. She ravished me.
"I could have screamed and someone would've been there in an instant,” Gina said with conviction. “She risked it. She licked my nipples hard the way you never could. She kissed my mouth like her life depended on it. She wanted me. She had to have me. She was all over me. Her desire rattled my bones. DESIRE. WANT. Not masculine need. Not the physical deprivation that turns you men into whining idiots. No. A passionate feminine eye that saw something beautiful in me and needed to possess it. Go ahead laugh."
"I'm not laughing," Dean said.
"She saw in me something wonderful and rare that she had to possess just to go on breathing. A life force. A connection. She adored me for what I am-myself-an exquisite creature. In my entire life I've never felt so wanted. So completely and absolutely desired. Down to my soul. She saw her chance and she took it. SHE TOOK ME. Like a thief in the night. She took me. And I wanted to be taken.
"She gave me a chance to back off,” Gina said. “After she ripped my clothes off, licked my nipples and kissed me hard. She paused long enough for me get my mind together and gave me a chance to call it off. To yell for help. I looked her in the eye and stood my ground and then she knew.
"She forced me to eat her pussy right there in the toilet,” Gina said proudly. “She couldn't wait to have my mouth on her cunt and neither could I. I had to have the taste of her wet sex on my tongue. It was glorious!
"She showed me what sexual courage was all about. She risked everything to be with me. Once we were through, once I was done going down on her for the third time, licking her pussy like I'd die if I didn't get every last drop of cum her pussy had to offer, even then I could have called the police and said she'd molested me. She knew it. As physically fit as she is-- and the way she tore my clothes off-- I could have said she strong-armed me into having sex with. It wasn't true--- we both knew I wanted it --- even so how could she know for certain I wouldn't have a change of heart? She had the courage of her sexual convictions. She was confident enough to risk everything on the need she saw in me and the desire she felt inside her own body.
"God I so love that woman!" Gina triumphantly declared.
"You went down on her just like that?" Dean asked, mystified. "I haven’t gotten a blow job since our honeymoon. And you went down on that slut the first time she asked?"
"She didn't ASK, you stupid idiot wimp, she took me. She wasn't worried about hurting my feelings or whether or not she followed proper sexual etiquette,” Gina told him.
"She saw something in me that she wanted so bad she couldn't do without and she took it. I responded the only way a red-blooded American slut could--- you'd know that if you ever wanted it so bad you couldn't play it safe anymore. If you wanted ME I should say."
"How can you call yourself a slut?" Dean asked. "I never thought of you like that. I respected you. Always."
"Oh, yeah." Gina said. "Even when you wanted head. If you'd have acted like a man possessed and made me your slut I'd have sucked your cock till it fell off.
“I'd have been so turned on with arousal,” Gina said. ”But no. You respected me. You laid it out like a business propositon. All the pros and cons. Expecting Quid Pro Quo for going down on me and making a logical argument out of how I should reciporcate-- in that whining voice of yours-- instead of just taking what you wanted and making me your slut and demanding I go down on you. Making me satisfy my man. My Wimp is more like it.
"Get out. NOW,” Gina demanded. “Please, just get the hell out of here."
Dean knew he was beaten. That lying little bitch from his office had taken his whole life away. He left.
As Dean walked out the door he found Shanna, the home wrecker, waiting for him. She had a bag of goodies with her.
"Don't look so down." Shanna told him. "It ain't over till it's over--- and it ain't over by a long shot."
Dean just stared. Drained of all emotion.
"Cheer up." Shanna said. "Show some gumption. You don't actually believe I intend to set up house with Susie Homemaker do you? It's fun turning these Bourgeoisie housewives into stone She-Freaks but it gets old quick. You can have her back after tonight."
"So it's all just a game to you?” Dean asked. “The world is your personal X-Box(tm) to play with as you see fit? Pushing everybody's buttons? Altering other people’s lives without regard for the mess you leave behind?"
"You could say that." Shanna looked right at him, she didn't appreciate him trying to be put her on the defensive. "Or you could say I put things right. Your namby-pamby personality got things way out of whack. Here and at the office. Once I'm outta here I'll leave a workable ecology. Things'll be in balance. I'm a regular relationship environmentalist."
Dean had no idea what she was talking about.
"You're too damn nice for your own good." Shanna told him. "That's not a compliment.
“Anyway, the fact that Gina turned so easily is a tribute to you,” Shana told him. “She went all ‘lesbo’ so easily to see what it was I had over you. She thought you had the hots for me and she needed to believe I was some super-sexy broad otherwise it didn't make sense.
“All the passion she felt for your marriage became directed at me. I didn't give her a chance to think critically. I played on her passion. I played HER.
"Don't get me wrong I do like her. She's a beautiful woman. God, can she eat pussy and fuck! You've got something special there, Buddy-boy, don't fuck it up."
"You fucked it up." Dean told her. "She kicked me out."
"She wants to see you fight for her." Shanna said. "She wants to see some passion. But that's not you, is it? But I've got a plan." She held up the bag. "I've got a nice little outfit in here for you, and some toys. We're gonna dress you up in stockings and heels and use you as our obedient little slut.
"I'll say it's a test and you have to prove how much she means to you but submitting to us,” Shana told him. “You'll be our sissy-bitch. By the end of the night you'll be degraded in every way possible. When she sees the depths you're willing to grovel in order to save your marriage she'll understand how much she means to you.
"If you do that, after we're through, I'll tell her the truth. That we never had an affair. She'll do anything you ask of her after that. You'll be getting blow jobs for breakfast. You won't have to ask."
"Then you'll leave us alone?" Dean asked.
"Yes. Understand, tonight I will fuck with you big time." Shanna looked Dean straight in the eye. “You’ll be tied up watching Gina go down on me before I use a strap-on on the both of you. One after the other. That thing will be sloppy-warm from Gina’s tight pussy when I slide it up your ass. Then she’ll take her turn hiding the salami, riding your ass, while you go down on me.”
"Is that it?" Dean’s voice shook. He was excited in spite of himself.
“That’s just for starters.” She said. “There will be pain involved too.I plan on tanning your ass raw with a riding crop and letting Gina have a go at it. No telling how vicious she’ll be swinging that thing. So it’s not gonna all be just fun and games. Your ass is getting punished tonight, Bitch. Who knows? A wuss like you might like it.”