Clive & Anja's Cruelty

Clive and Anja's cruelty By Peter I wrote to you a short while ago regarding my wife's infidelity with my boss, a massive, cruel black man. At that time I felt deeply humiliated and felt sure things could not get any worse. They were having unprotected sex in our marital bed while I was reduced to wanking my four inches in the spare room. But now, it seems, the events have unleashed dark desires in both of them. Whereas Clive always did have a bullying streak in him, it seems my wife is now beginning to enjoy watching her black lover beat me. It seems like I am constantly covered in bruises, and my teeth and nose are all but ruined. But still he continues to beat me for kicks in full view of my lovely wife. I have begun to dread the days when he comes round, but Anja, my wife, looks forward to them more and more. Although I see him as nothing but a sadistic brute, she acts like a teenage girl on the telephone to him, giggling at his jokes and flattery. She is in love with him, there is no doubt about it and it seems that he has a complete hold over her. Although she was initially attracted to Clive by his macho demeanour, massive muscles and 10' cock, she is starting to enjoy the way her man physically abuses me. Whereas she used to wait in the bedroom till he had finished, now she has started watching him with an intent fascination, and even actively participating in his beatings. It could be something to do with the rows we have been having lately - Although I still love her I tried standing up to her, telling her that she was being dominated by Clive, and asking her to finish their relationship. I told her that if it were not for Clive's connections in the police force (he threatened to remove my balls without anaesthetic if I reported him) I would have been down at the precinct long ago. Then she got angry, saying Clive was a decent man who occasionally let his temper get the better of him. She pointed out that he bought her the finest jewellery, more expensive than I could ever afford, and said that if I did not annoy him he would maybe leave me alone. Last week was the time when I finally realised she enjoyed humiliating me just as much as he did. She had spent hours getting ready for his visit, and teased me by wearing clothes I had bought for her but she had never worn for me. If she was only planning to be sexed by his thick rod, maybe I could bear that, but I knew that he would be intent on humiliating me again. He loves bullying me, demonstrating his superior physical strength, especially in front of her. Last week my darling Anja dressed in black stockings with little silver sequins, a short, plaited red dress and red high heels. I could smell her perfume and it was torture to know that the woman I loved was going to be sexed by her massive black lover at this, her most fertile period. But at the same time I prayed that he would leave me alone. Clive arrived looking mean, any hopes that he would not be as tough on me were soon gone. After a long, passionate kiss the lovers settled back on the sofa, with her nestled up to his chest. I could see in here eyes how happy she was to be with her man again, how she would do anything for him. "Come here" he said softly, and I had no alternative but to approach them. I spotted that one of his massive hands was curled into a fist, and I was shaking as I walked apprehensively up to him. Suddenly, WHAM, I'm punched full in the face and the power of the blow sends me reeling to the floor. My tongue is bleeding and I think my nose is broken - it looks like the beating has begun. It used to be around this time that Anja would retire to our bedroom to wait for her man's sex, but today she shows no sign of leaving. I remain on he floor as they kiss, and he takes a packet of white powder. He's started giving her cocaine, which she used last time while he was beating me up. They both do a line, and from my prone position I notice she is breathing heavily and her large breasts are heaving noticeably under her dress. "Get up, shit-for-brains," he commands. My beautiful wife giggles shyly as I rise, displaying my ruined nose and bloody mouth to her. "You ugly fuck," he says. "You're so ugly you deserve another slapping." "No, Clive you mustn't" says Anja, who doesn't seem to care that her dress is riding high. "Or at least..." she adds hesitantly, "don't hit him too hard Clive." She kisses him softly on the cheek, then whispers softly. "Go on darling, do it." As my bitch of a wife looks on, Clive lifts me up and begins slapping me, hard, in the face. "You call yourself a man?" he asks as he slaps me, forwards then backwards with his big hands. "You nothing but an impotent fuck." "P-please," I am sobbing now. "I'm sorry. Please Clive, stop. I think my nose is broken." Anja then sidles over to her lover and runs her hands over his broad shoulders. "You're so strong," she says, obviously horny. "I want my baby to be strong, like you. Do you want to have sex me now?" "Wait," says Clive, and holds my battered face in front of her. "Why don't you try. Watch this, and I'll teach you how to do a bitch slap. FORWARDS," he says, slapping me hard across the face with his massive hand, "then BACKWARDS," he says, slapping me harder with the back of the same hand. I cry out in pain. "Like this?" says Anja. She raises her fist back and slams it as hard as she can into my already broken nose. "No baby," he grins. Try again. Like this (SLAM) then like this (SMACK.)" My head is lolling at the side and I am almost unconscious as Anja presses her voluptuous breasts against me and whispers in my ear. "This is almost more fun than sex," before slapping me hard one last time. I fall to the floor in a bloody heap. They retire to the bedroom, and their sex seems to be more passionate than ever, Clive is insatiable, and seems to be able to come again and again. The door to the bedroom is open, and through my blurred vision I see the woman I love with her stockinged legs wrapped round her black lover's muscular frame. "Make me pregnant," I hear her whisper, "do it, and I promise I'll bitch-slap Peter properly for you - ooh, I can feel you coming. Oooooh please, fill me up darling, I'm dying to feel your spunk. Yesss, I can feel it! I love you, Clive, I love you so much. Kiss me...hold me?" I am hoping that the beatings will end after Clive makes Anja pregnant, but now she has acquired a taste for bullying too, I'm not so sure. Peter 5388 1.71/512345