Here is a small story I did for the the HitRecord.org website. It didn’t really get any attention on there, but hey maybe you guys will like it! Along with that, feel free to check out my other tiny/short stories and collaborations over at their site. My name is LastWord there!
“Again!” she cried.
He glanced at her flushed face. The scarlet hue of her cheeks made her green, lust filled eyes pop at him. She was really enjoying this. He turned back to the “man” sitting in front of him. Her husband was already beaten to a bloody pulp, but still she wanted more.
He almost felt bad for the poor sap. But then all of her black eyes and bruised cheeks came to the forefront of his memories, the most recent was a set of broken ribs she had been given after the bastard had drunkenly attacked her. He looked down at his bloody and busted knuckles.
The man deserves this he thought, and his rage rose up once more and turned his normally gentle hands into instruments of pain.
He stalked in on the man, his hands and legs tied to the wooden chair he was propped up in. As each blow connected with the man’s face and torso, they slammed with a meaty thump, but their noise was nothing to compare with the sounds of ecstasy the woman began crying out behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as she ran her hands over breasts and the smell of her arousal splashed in some lust with his anger. His attack would continue for a long time, until neither she nor her husband could take anymore.