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I killed him. Three months into our marriage, he had just finished beating me into submission, then he shoved himself in me, it hurt, it hurt so much. He made me bleed and he laughed at my screams and cries for him to stop. His fat hands were wrapped around my throat to shut me up, I was losing consciousness too fast to think straight, I was thrashing around to find something to make him stop. His letter opener was right there next to me on his desk, the desk he always used for my punishment intercourse.
The desk he raped countless women on, the desk he raped me in front of my own father who sold me to him. I grabbed that opener and stabbed him in the neck, blood sprayed everywhere, I tasted it on my tongue as I stabbed him over and over again. We fell to the floor, he was still in me but I didn’t care.
I rolled us over leaving me on top of him. It finally felt good. I writhed on him like a whore as his body released into me. Once my euphoria wore off I realized what I was doing, I tore up his fat hideous face but it was like I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking. I was chasing that euphoria once again. I vomited everything that was in my stomach. One of his elder maids found me bucked my hips on a dead man that I vomited on. She lifted my tired body off of him.
She washed the blood off my naked body, washed the puke from my hair, washed the cum from my vagina and thighs. She scooped his seed out of me letting me ride her fingers as she did it. I needed more, she carried me to my and now mine alone room. She fished around my victim’s drawers. She pulled out a wooden box, she opened it and pulled out a long thick wooden peg and a jar of gel looking stuff.
She covered the peg with the gel and walked to my legs I spread them apart. She gently placed the base of peg in my hand and guided me to my entrance, she pushed my hand causing the tip to slip into me. I gasped and shoved it in losing my mind at the feeling of being completely stuffed. I bounced and rode the peg all night only stopping when my body could not move at all.
A week later a young officer knocked on my door, to inform me that my dear husband died in an awful gruesome bear attack while on one of his many hunting trips. I let him in to comfort me in my time of grief and he did the whole week long, vigorously and pleasurably in every room even in the same room I fucked my husband for the last time.