THE COP'S WIFE, PART EIGHT "Wake up, bitch," Marcus Dupree's rough voice raised Amy from slumber. She opened her eyes to see him standing beside the bed, the usual evil smile on his black face. She closed her eyes again. Dear God, she thought, will this nightmare never end? A sharp slap across her face caused her to open her eyes again in shock. The slap had been delivered by Tanya, the sadistic blonde who Marcus called his "ho' trainer." "Daddy Marcus said wake up, you lazy cunt!" she snarled. Painfully, Amy sat up. She was nude, as always; she was only allowed clothes now if Dupree decided. Her entire body was sore and aching from the rough gang-bang she had experienced the night before. Her pussy and ass felt rubbed raw by the dozen or more big cocks that had been thrust repeatedly into her helpless body. Even her mouth was sore from being forced to suck off the dozen thugs that Marcus had recruited to use and abuse her in front of her husband. Her husband. God, how she hated him now. It had been his stealing from Marcus Dupree that had set the wheels of revenge in motion, a revenge that Dupree was taking out on Amy's body by repeatedly raping her, then turning her out as his whore. And the worst part of it was that she had come, not just to love it, but to need it. She shuddered as she remembered the multiple orgasms she had experienced the night before, climax after climax forced from her traitorous body as she sweated and groaned and begged for more. All her life, Amy had thought of herself as a good girl. She had been a virgin when she married Tom. She had always done what her strait-laced mother called "her wifely duty" in his bed. She had accepted the fact of his small penis, because she had never had anything to compare it to. But she had never allowed much beyond straight missionary position sex, in the dark. Now, in the space of a few short days, all that had changed. She had been fucked by multiple partners, most of them black or Latino. She had sucked cock. She had eaten pussy and taken Tanya's big black dildo in her ass and cunt. She had even been fucked by a Great Dane as Dupree caught her degradation on videotape. And she had come, over and over, like she never had in all her years of marriage to Tom. Even now, as the memories of the past few days whirled through her mind like a kaleidoscope, she could feel herself becoming aroused. She felt the now-familiar dampness between her legs, the stiffening of her nipples, and the flush of excitement on her skin. "Look at this little slut," Dupree said. "She just woke up and she already pantin' for it." "Good," Tanya said. She reached over and grabbed Amy's wrists. She pulled then above her head and fastened them into the padded leather cuffs that had been affixed there. Amy moaned in fear and tugged uselessly at the cuffs. Tanya stepped back and looked at her watch. "Almost time,' she said. "T...time for what? " Amy whispered. `Showtime, Amy-slut," Tanya said. She stepped aside to reveal the camera mounted on a tripod by the bed. "You're on live in three minutes." "What do you mean?" Amy said. `What are you going to do?" Dupree ginned and put his arm around Tanya. "Tanya know all about this Innernet stuff," he said with pride. "She set us up a site where fellas'll pay good money to watch you get fucked. Some of 'em even send suggestions for special shows." "Oh, God.." Amy said. "Please...don't...I'll whore for you, you know I will, but isn't that enough? Does everyone have to know?" "Not everyone, " Tanya said. She picked up a red ball gag. "Just everyone with a credit card and a stiff dick. Your husband was one of our first members." Tears spilled down Amy's face. Her husband had been present at her first rape by Dupree and his sadistic friends. He had watched every minute, and he had loved it almost as much as she did. Now he was a willing partner in her whoredom. "Open wide, Amy-slut," Tanya said. Amy didn't dare disobey. Tana could be even more brutal and sadistic than Dupree and she knew every way there was to bring agony to the female body. She opened her mouth and Tanya fastened the ball gag securely in place. "You're on, bitch," Dupree said. Amy turned her head to see the red light on the camera by the bed had come on. Tanya sat down on the bed, in view of the camera, and addressed the unseen audience. "Hi guys," she said in a low seductive voice. "Welcome to our first live show with Amy-slut. We really appreciate all the e-mails you've been sending us after seeing Amy's videos on the site. Today we've decided to use one of your kinkier ideas. Watch and enjoy." She turned to Amy with a smile and began running her hands sensuously over her bound helpless form. Amy whimpered in fear and growing arousal. She knew that Tanya delighted in inflicting pain, so she knew what the pleasure she was experiencing would soon turn into. But she couldn't help the feelings that the blonde's experienced hands were bringing to her. She began to squirm as Tanya caressed her big breasts, the blonde's thumbs gently stroking the large nipples. A small moan escaped her, muffled by the ball gag. Tanya laughed and bent her head down to lick delicately at one nipple, then sucked it gently into her mouth. The nipple popped erect, standing up like a small nail under the tender flesh. Tanya began nibbling at it, causing it to stiffen even more. The other nipple hardened in sympathy, and Tanya moved to that one. She began alternating back and forth, teasing Amy's nipples with her lips, tongue and teeth until Amy was writhing and moaning with desire. Tanya looked up and into the camera. "Amy's such a horny little cunt," she whispered. She slid a hand down Amy's belly and over her pubic mound. Amy groaned aloud as Tanya slid a finger into her already dripping pussy. "I think she's ready now," Tanya said. She raised her voice. "Jock! Come on in!" Amy saw a tall man with long stringy blonde hair enter the room. Dark tattoos snaked up both of his arms. Amy thought that Dupree had brought another of his biker friends in to fuck her on camera. She didn't care who it was. Tanya had aroused her to the point where she craved cock, any cock, to put out the fire deep in her belly. Then she saw that Jock was carrying a small leather case. He sat down on the bed on the other side of Amy and opened the case on the bedspread. Amy looked at the contents and squealed in fear around the gag. The case was filled with long wicked looking silver needles. There was also a small alcohol burner, and a pair of silver rings. No, she thought, oh god no, please... "A lot of guys thought you'd look extra slutty with your nipples pierced, Amy-slut," Tanya purred. "What do you think?" . Amy frantically shook her head no, but Tanya just laughed. "Good thing you don't have anything to say about it, then." Jock had set the alcohol burner up on the bedside table and lit it. He looked at Amy with a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he picked up one of the needles. He held it in the flame, turning it slowly. Amy stared at the needle, whimpering in fear, as it slowly turned bright red, then white hot in the flame. Oh god, she thought, he's not even going to use any anesthetic... She looked up at him pleading with her eyes for him to have mercy. His only response was to grasp her right breast, squeezing the nipple until it stood out even further. Then, with one quick motion, he shoved the white hot needle all the way through the nipple. The pain was more intense that anything Amy had ever felt. She was pulling so hard on the cuffs that she felt like she was going to dislocate her wrists and shrieking in agony around the gag, her back arched in pain leaving only her feet and head on the bed before she collapsed back, sobbing and soaked in her own sweat. She was nearly fainting from the agony. As if from very far away, she saw Jock slowly withdraw the needle, sending fresh bolts of pain though her sensitive breasts. Quickly, Jock picked up one of the silver rings and fixed it in her nipple. He took a cotton swab dipped in alcohol as brushed it lightly over her tortured nipple, wrenching another scream from her throat as the liquid burned her. "One down, one to go, bitch," Dupree chuckled. Amy shook her head frantically, no no please no.... "I think she want to say somethin'" Dupree said. "Take the gag off her." Tanya reached down and unbuckled the ball gag. As soon as she pulled it out, Amy was babbling frantically. "No, please, no more, please, I'll do anything, anything you want..." She looked at Jock and licked her lips sexily. "I'll suck you...I'll make it good for you, you can come right down my throat...or my pussy, you can have my hot pussy...my ass, take my ass, anything I'll do anything, just no more please...." The only response was a burst of laughter from the three of them. "You fucking whore," Tanya said, "how do you think you're paying for these piercings?" "No," was all Amy could say, "no..please..." Jock picked up another needle and roughly grabbed her other breast. He toyed with her for a moment, barely pricking her skin with the hot needle, then pulling away as she begged for mercy. Then he shoved the needle through her nipple. This time, the pain was so intense Amy did faint. Thank you, god, was her last coherent thought as darkness claimed her. When she awoke, the first thing she was aware of was the exquisite sensation of a large cock filling her pussy. Her hips were moving and she heard her own voice coming in animal grunts of lust. She opened her eyes. Jock was fucking her. He had stripped naked, and Amy saw the rings in his own nipples as well as the tattoos that covered his chest and shoulders. He was fucking her, hard and fast, his cock slamming her pussy like a battering ram. Even though she had been unconscious, her traitorous body had responded for her. She felt the pleasure washing over her, the masochistic pleasure she had come to crave. The pain in her nipples was still there, but it only seemed to intensify the lustful burning in her pussy. Amy's wrists were still bound, but she wrapped her legs around Jock's slim hips and began fucking him back more vigorously, her bare feet pounding his naked back to urge him on. . "You like that huh, cunt?" he grated down at her. "Oh God, yesss," she groaned. "I love it...fuck me...fuck me harder....make me pay..." There was still some part of her that writhed with shame at the sluttish way she acted when she was being taken hard, but she couldn't help herself. She had been broken to the cock, and the more rough fucking she got the more she wanted, and she wanted it rougher and nastier. She gyrated her hips up in circles against him, gasping as the movement rubbed his cock against different places inside her. She raised her head and licked delicately at Jock's nipples, taking the ring between her teeth and pulling gently. A spasm of joy ran through her as she heard his groan of pleasure. Just as she wanted, he began pounding her even harder, and she threw her head back onto the pillow and screamed out her orgasm as her body began convulsing. She had never dreamed climaxes like this were possible when she had only been with Tom. She wallowed in hot spasms of lust, groaning and screaming as he seemed to tear the climax from deep in her belly. Jock gave her no quarter, but continued to pound her relentlessly. Amy felt the pressure of another body on the mattress and turned her head. Tanya was there, that ever-present evil smile on her face. She reached over and began flicking the ring in Amy's left nipple, back and forth. The motion sent jolts of pain through her still-tender nipple, pain that weirdly turned to pleasure, deep in her belly. Amy felt herself rising to another orgasm when Tanya hooked a finger inside the ring. `How about it, Amy-slut?" she said in a loud stage whisper. "You want it. You know you do. Admit it." She gave the ring a slight tug, and Amy let out another masochistic groan. "Oh, God," she said. "Please...it hurts..." "But you like it when it hurts, Amy-slut," Tanya insisted. " I taught you that. All you have to do now is...ask for it." Amy closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. If Tanya pulled the nipple ring, it would be agony. She knew it. But she wanted it. God, she thought, what kind of a sick slut am I, who wants to be hurt... She opened her eyes and looked at the blonde whore. "Do it..." she hissed. "Hurt me...hurt me...HURT ME YOU BITCHAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The scream erupted from her throat as Tanya pulled up sharply on the ring through Amy's nipple. The pain was enormous, all consuming, and Amy exploded in orgasm. She felt as if her tits were being torn off. Tanya pulled again, almost but not quite hard enough to tear the sensitive flesh. Amy screamed louder and came again, even harder this time. Her pussy tightened spasmodically around Jock's huge hardness inside her. The tattooed sadist groaned as he too began climaxing. He pulled out of Amy's cunt and levered himself up over her tortured body, positioning himself over her aching breasts. She could feel Tanya's hand slide between her wide spread legs. The blonde immediately located Amy's clit and began stimulating it with experienced fingers. Jock grunted and stroked his cock as he spurted jet after jet over Amy's tits and neck and face. Amy stuck out her tongue, trying to reach his cock. He rubbed it over her tongue and she came again, gushing all over Tanya's fingers as she tasted his hot jism. Finally, Jock gave one last shuddering groan and slid off of Amy's body. He was done. Amy lay there, panting with the exertion of her orgasms. She turned her face to the camera. She imagined all of those men out there, her husband among them, jerking off to her image. Incredibly, the thought caused her to experience another wave of arousal. She licked her lips sexily, searching for the last few drops of cum that she could reach. "I hope you liked it," she said, her voice hoarse. "I did. I fucking loved it. Thanks for the suggestion." "Til next time, boys,' Tanya said. "Cut," Dupree said. The red light on the camera went off. to be continued ....