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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: VICTORY REWARD
Summary: Thad throws his slut-wife's sorry ass out of his life, and Bill
gets an unexpected reward.
Keywords: M/F rough het Mdom Fsub Mpov nosex copr scat caution
Language: english

   VICTORY REWARD By Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   Thad woke up early the next morning after the game.  Lynne still wasn't
back yet.  He called Steve and Marc on the off chance that she forgot their
room number and was in one of their rooms.

   He glanced out of the window to the hotel driveway below.  Two college
buses were parked under the lobby canopy as the away football team loaded
their gear to leave.

   _I wonder,_ thought Thad.

   Just then, the latch to the door clicked.  Lynne walked in, looking a
mess.

   "Where the hell were you all night?" he demanded, rushing over to his
wife.

   "Please honey," she begged.  "Just let me clean up for a moment.  I'll
explain."

   Thad grabbed her sheer top as she tried to scurry into the bathroom. 
Pulling her back, he ripped her top half its length.

   "Thad!" she screamed.

   "Where have you been all night?" he screamed at her.

   "I..." she stammered.

   "What's that smell?" asked Brad.  "Your breath smells like urine." He
released his grip on her torn clothing.  "You filthy disgusting slut!"

   "Thad..." she cried.

   "Get out, slut!" he screamed.  "Just leave!  Now!"

   ****

   Bill was returning to his tiny off-campus apartment after math class the
day after he returned from the away game.  From a distance, he could see
someone sitting on the front steps..  Nothing unusual about that--the house
was cut up into several apartments.

   As he got closer, he recognized her.  "Holy shit!" he said as he walked
up to her.  "You're that girl from the hotel the nother night." He suddenly
realized that he never knew her name.

   "Yes," she said in a flat voice.

   "What happened to you?  How'd you get here?"

   "My husband threw me out.  I'm your problem now."

   "Okay," said Bill.  "You look like a train wreck.  You better come in."

   Following him in, she just stood in the middle of the room.

   "Now what?" He asked.

   She looked at him with an utterly blank expression.  "Whatever you want.
I'm yours now.  I've no family anywhere.  I've nowhere else to go."

   "Where's your clothes and stuff?" he asked.

   "My husband threw everything of mine down the trash chute in the hotel.
I had just enough money for bus fare here."

   "So what do I do with you?" he asked.

   "I don't care," she said flatly.  "Anything you want."

   "Really?  Anything?"

   "Yes," she said.

   Bill crossed his arms.  "Okay, I'm calling your bluff.  Take off your
clothes."

   She immediately removed all her ripped and torn clothes without any
expression or emotion, and dropped them on the floor.  She then stood there
completely naked waiting for his next command.  Bill picked the rags off
the floor and dropped them in the trash.  He then noticed the numerous cuts
and bruises and black-and-blue marks all over her body.  "Oh fuck!  Did
your husband do that to you?"

   "Yes," she said.

   "Shit!  Well, have you eaten?"

   "No.  Not since two days ago."

   "You haven't eaten in two fucking days?  Holy shit!"

   He boiled a pot of rice and set two steaming bowls on the table. 
"C'mon! Eat," he said.

   Without a word, she sat and started eating.

   "You're welcome," he muttered.

   She looked up at him and pulled the rings off of her fingers and tossed
them to him.

   "Huh?" he gasped as he took the rings.

   "Those are yours now.  Together, they're worth about seventy grand.  Use
them to support me for the next few years if you want.  Or kill me and pay
for your tuition."

   "Don't joke about that," he gasped.

   Without emotion, she said, "I'm not joking.  Kill me if you want, and
take the money.  I don't care.  Suffocate me with your penis and drown me
with your urine like you almost did the other night.""

   Bill pused in thought for a moment.  "You didn't try to kill yourself,
did you?"

   "I almost did a couple of times on my way here.  I thought about how
easy it would have been to step out in traffic waiting for the bus, or leap
off that high bridge on my way from the bus terminal to your house.  Then I
decided to let you decide whether you wanted to keep me or to kill me. 
Though you'd be doing us both a favor if you'd just kill me.  But it's up
to you.  Do what you want with me."

   "Okay," he said.  "If you really want to be my slave, go lie down on
your back on the floor here and open your mouth.  I have to take a shit."

   "The kitchen floor here?" she asked.

   "Yeah.  That way if any shit squirts out between my ass cheeks and your
lips, it's easy to clean up."

   She did as ordered.  She lay on the cold tile kitchen floor, opened her
mouth, and waited.  He stood above her, straddling her head, pulled his
jeans down, and...

   * END *