1. The Adjustment Service (updated and edited)


    Date: 12/3/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Cheating, Cruelty, Domination / Submission, Extreme, Hardcore, Rape, Scatology, Violence, Author: 90lbsofDynamite, Source: sexstories.com

    The Adjustment Service By Milly Dynamite WARNING – this is a story of forced sex and rape it involves revenge on a cheating wife. This tail contains graphic depictions rape. If this story is likely to offend you, it is best if you refrain from reading it. I am very aware this is offensive – this is why I say it is extreme – because – it is extreme. Consider yourself warned and ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK . The man entered the small cubical, “Bless me father for I have sinned. I am not a Catholic and have never confessed before.” “Tell me what is troubling you, my son.” The started into his story. **** I had tried to figure out when it all went to pieces. When did love, that wonderful, all encompassing, totally into her feeling turn to a compulsive terrible, want to rip her throat out, can’t stand the sight of her, urge to chuck it all and leave – hate? It wasn’t rapid it took several years. In our seventh year of marriage at the ripe old age of 29, I was too repulsed to even be around the bitch. The irony of the seventh year does not escape me either. I had friends all tell me that love doesn’t last. Don’t get married, sooner or later you will hate her guts. I thought they were full of shit, but it was I who was wrong. My wife has always been one of those, ‘WOMEN,’ before she was even a woman she was one of those ‘GIRLS.’ You know the type, that beauty with her perfect, blonde hair pulled back tight, her nose always stuck in the air, viewing others down that cute button nose, ...
    and looking unapprovingly at the rest of the world. Carrying herself as if she possessed the world while everyone else was something, lesser, than she. Nothing was ever good enough for her and I always suspected we dated only because we were the most popular people in our class. We stayed together through college resisting getting married, and even sex, until we both graduated and had good jobs. She was an illustrator for a major fashion magazine while I worked as a submission editor for a major publishing company. I went to work on my great novel, it’s still on my computer somewhere. While she moved through her company like wildfire. Climbing in a few short years to be the head illustrator responsible for the look of the publication, both in print and on the web. In my own profession, I have done poorly. I am still, in what amounts to an entry level position as a submission editor. I read books that are submitted by new authors and pass those that are noteworthy to the next editor. The next editor makes the final decision as to what work is passed on to the committee that makes the decision if it is published or not. It is, at best, a boring job. Even so, as awful as most of the stories are, many of them, with some help and encouragement, could be worthy of publishing. I’m stuck in my job because I like writers and try to encourage them passing on stories that don’t have a shot at publication. I also send manuscripts back to authors with notes on how to improve them and ...
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