I read a story a while back about a couple on holiday where they were held at gunpoint after they had strayed out of the tourist safe area. The wife was raped and the husband severely beaten. They never caught the culprits, but some of the locals told of stories where the couple had sought revenge.
This story it one of fiction based on the event that happened many years ago, it's the second episode and you need to read Lost In Texas to follow the story properly.
Feel free to comment and give positive feedback, but more importantly... enjoy.
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I woke to the sound of TV news. My head was thumping from lack of sleep and too much alcohol. Lisa was sat up, one pillow supporting her back against the headboard; the other held firmly against her stomach like a child's cuddly toy or comfort blanket.
"There's nothing on the news about those two hicks," she commented as the anchor-man transited seamlessly from the news headlines, back stories and into the weather forecast for the day.
"No I don't suppose there would be," I added. "I doubt they'll find those two assholes, and if they do there'll not be much left of them after the birds and animals have had their feed.
I turned to face Lisa. "Are you ok babe?"
She nodded her head, "Yeah I'm fine, just shaken up."
"You sure? We still got time to go to the cops and tell them all. We are the victims here."
Lisa shook her, "No baby, not after I cut off their cocks. That's mutilation after death and a premeditated act too, so I don't think we could use self-defence. More like a brief period of insanity."
Lisa picked up the remote and switched off the TV. Then she tossed the pillow she was clutching and she hunkered down and laid faced me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and we kissed.
After our ordeal I didn't think that we could have had such great sex that night, but Lisa was like a nymphomaniac. She took me in pretty much every which way she could think of. Whatever Joey had done to my wife, he had turned on a switch in her that I just wished had been turned on a long time ago and not as a result of last night's horror.
Lisa pushed her midriff against mine. Her nakedness felt warm and soft as my flaccid penis rubbed against her pubic mound.
"Will you fuck me again please?" she asked softly and followed up with a long wet kiss.
My cock stirred and she felt the movement. Her hand slid under the sheet and took hold, slowly pulling back and forth exposing and then covering my cock head with my foreskin. It felt good.
"Baby, what's going on?" I asked as her lips left mine.
"Nothing babe." she shrugged off my question.
I smiled and kissed her again.
"Lisa, what happened last night, it's changed you, it's changed us. Not the bloody part at the end, but the part with you and Joey. Look at you. You're a totally different women, demanding sex and..." my voice tailed off as she stared deep into my eyes; it was a cold look that I'd never seen from her.
Several moments of unpleasant silence passed. Outside our cheap motel room, other guests were opening and closing their car doors, starting engines, driving cars, muffled talking.
Eventually Lisa spoke.
"Oh baby, I want to say I hated every moment of last night. But I don't know what happened to me when that bastard was raping me. I just wanted to get away from him, from that stinking breath and that filthy body. My mind was screaming out to be saved.
"But I just can't fathom it out babe, as he was violating me, my body wanted more. Can you believe that he actually made me cum three or four times? And when he shouted to that Billy guy, I wanted Billy to do me as well... wait a minute, not I want Billy, no it was my pussy that wanted Billy." Tears appeared in Lisa's eyes.
"I understand babe," I comforted my wife. "Many things our bodies do are totally beyond our control, involuntary, just like breathing or blinking. I've heard that with the right level of stimulation, you can reach orgasms even though, in your head, you don't want to.
"Last night was one of those times baby," I tried to make sense of what was happening to Lisa's body in Lisa's head.
"I love you so much," she whispered and kissed me again.
We laid in each other's arms with Lisa stroking my penis. She was enjoying the feel of my cock in her hand and I was enjoying the attention.
We didn't make love. Instead I drifted off to sleep for another hour.
I woke with the sound of the shower running. Lisa was washing herself down again. It would be her fourth shower since we'd checked into the motel.
I picked up the phone and rang through to reception and booked us in for another 24hrs.
Eventually the bathroom door opened and let out a cloud of steam as Lisa emerged, wrapped in a towel. Her skin was red from the hot water.
"Feel better babe?" I asked.
"Yes, for a while anyway," she replied. "I just can't seem to get myself clean."
"You're spotless," I told her. "It's just your mind playing tricks on you."
"I know," she replied, "but... Dave, will you fuck me please?"
Lisa walked over to the bed, lost her towel as she knelt between my legs and took my penis into her mouth. The soft organ quickly hardened and as soon as it was stiff enough to stand, she scrambled up my legs and mounted me.
"I'm going to need a lot of this baby," Lisa explained as she rode me cowgirl style.
"I want your semen to cleanse me on the inside baby."
I smiled at my wife. Clearly the ordeal had taken more out of her than she realised.
"Look baby, I really think we need to talk to someone about this," I tried to reason.
"NO," Lisa shouted at me. "No, it will be fine I just need to do this to satisfy myself, just to make sure I'm good inside."
I pulled her down so her chest was resting on mine and I kissed her hard on her soft lips.
It took a long time for me to reach an orgasm, and in the meantime, Lisa had thundered through three. The bed sheets were as wet as Lisa's vagina after I had cum.
"Does that make you feel better babe?" I asked softly.
"Yes my love, much."
The next three days we picked up our travel itinerary, albeit three days behind schedule. I had called ahead to the hotels we'd book and made the necessary changes to our bookings. Rather than staying the three nights at the next three hotels, I had slimmed down to two nights' stay. By the time we reached Las Vegas we were back on track with our diary.
Lisa's behaviour had slipped back to her normal state, with the exception of her vicious appetite for sex. The lost look, the gazing into space, the not listening and random answers to questions were replaced by her former sharp witted self.
I was beginning to lighten up myself too, I hadn't realised that my behaviours had changed. I hadn't been raped but I had inadvertently shot a man to death and was responsible for a slower death of a second.
I tried not to think about it, but a number of times I bolted upright in bed, sweat pouring from me as I'd woken from the nightmare of a rerun of the events.
If I woke Lisa, and I did twice, she'd hug me and we'd end up fucking.
It was a wild situation we were in and as time was passing, we accepted the increased sex drive and slowly started to drive the rest of the ordeal to the backs of our minds.
On our third and final night in Vegas, at the Treasure Island hotel, Lisa and I decided to try our luck at a few of the casinos. We were lucky and bagged more than $6000 between us. To celebrate we decided to have a few extra drinks at the bar before hitting the sack for the night.
