She punishes her unfaithful partner
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Sandmam His patience for the narcissistic woman he had mistakenly married seven years earlier was at an end. Harry could no longer afford to compromise his dreams for her selfish pleasure, nor his budget for her costly cosmetics. Through years of deceit, and ridicule, Carmen had gradually changed her husbands' adoration to contempt, as she blatantly rejected his attempts to restore dignity to their marriage. Even now, as she paraded her nubile yet frigid figure before him while she readied herself for bed, Harry pondered an intimate encounter with the pretty young creature he had recently chanced upon meeting in a small diner close to the warehouse where he worked. She seemed willing, and actually encouraged him with warm smiles and gentle touches as she served him in the noisy environment. Their brief conversations had always been so reassuring to his faltering ego, and her delicate laughter was angelic music to his ears. Harry decided that night, that if the opportunity presented itself, he would most assuredly take advantage of her budding femininity, regardless of the consequences. Several weeks later, the opportunity did indeed present itself when Harry was admiring her fine torso as she served several of his co-workers. She caught a glimpse of his lustful stare as she turned towards his solitary figure seated at his usual table by the door. Without hesitation, she approached him directly with a slight smile and begin to deliberately flirt with him, undoing the top button of her dress while staring at his crotch for some indication of arousal. He firmly grasped her delicate hand and guided it towards his zipper. She smiled and pulled away swiftly, returning his gaze with longing. Without a word being spoken, the rendezvous had been secured, and he found her waiting for him just beyond the warehouse fence after work with an overnight bag and a delicious aura about her. After an overrated movie and a greasy hamburger dinner punctuated by coy advances and nervous responses they found themselves in a cheap hotel room by the freeway. At first Harry was overwhelmed by nervousness but with her gentle encouragement and innocence he was able to gradually overcome his timidness and reveal her delicate feminine treasures. She was a goddess, with tiny firm breasts, and just a faint tuft of pubic hair above the rosy-colored lips of her virginity. Now aware of her inexperience and anxieties, Harry gently employed a combination of sensuous massage and lively mouth music to remove the last vestiges of fear and prepare her for his penetration. As he positioned himself over her with their lips locked in passion, he could feel her breathing quicken in anticipation and her hips rise to meet his throbbing manhood as it slid between the moist lips of her womanhood. At first, his penetration was smooth and unhindered aided by her generous secretions, but as he continued his slow voyage into her deepest recesses, she became dry and extremely tight. He was finally forced to withdraw and renew his assault on her virginity with short and forceful jabs, that at first surprised the frail figure beneath him. But the surprise soon turned to agony, and a sob escaped her trembling lips with each new thrust. Finally, with every ounce of strength she had, she rolled out from under his sweaty body and bolted towards the door, pausing long enough to grab her sundress before disappearing into the darkness beyond. Harry just lay there, staring at his diminishing manhood, now glistening with blood and feminine essence. As she ran through the night, she was barely aware of the speeding cars and angry comments being thrown at her from the passing evening commuters. It wasn't until Vivian eased her pink sedan splattered with cosmetic decals on to the shoulder and pulled the panic-stricken girl into the front seat that she finally broke into sobs and described the experience to her sympathetic rescuer. Once Vivian was able to sooth the young girls demeanor and find out where she lived, she drove her home to the loving arms of her angered parents, fully versed on all the lurid details including the name and physical attributes of the offending counterpart. Vivian snickered to herself as she steered towards the small home she had partially converted into an office. She wouldn't share the information with her favorite customer, Carmen, until they could be alone and have time to consider all of the options together. After their encounter, she envisioned how she would openly disseminate the information to all of her other customers under the guise of genuine female concern. She fell asleep fantasizing of the young girls' encounter that Vivian most certainly would have endured to its steamy completion. As if on cue, Carmen called Vivian with a list of expensive cosmetic requirements the very next day after Harry had left for work. He had left without his usual morning greeting - still frustrated and somewhat apprehensive while fearing the potential consequences of his failed encounter the night before. When Vivian arrived, she displayed an aire of motherly concern, demonstrating the cosmetics with diliberate sexual overtones. Afterwards, Vivian described the events of the preceding evening. Carmen rejected the idea of husbands attempt at infidelity because of his spineless nature, but once names were dropped and certain physical details were revealed, she acknowledged the incident and accepted the truth. Leaving the scene was not in Carmens' play book; but rather making her wormy husband regret his actions would be far more appropriate to her manner of regulating their relationship. After discussing some options with her eager informant, she dismissed her with a generous tip and relaxed at the kitchen counter with a warm cup of cappuccino to plan her revenge. Later in the afternoon, she would procure a muscle-relaxant from her nurse-friend who worked at the hospital, but for now she was drawn to the lure of Harrys' workshop and the myriad of tools therein. She could think of no finer revenge than to turn one or more of his "precious" tools against him. She hated his workshop - everything within had been purchased without her permission and had restricted her ability to complete her wardrobe more lavishly. After much exploring and some experimentation, she settled on a small hand-held belt sander that fit perfectly into her palm without endangering her recent manicure. The maid arrived shortly thereafter, which was Carmens' cue to head out to the beauty parlor and the gentle hands of her new masseuse. She would pick up the tranquilizer and a few other necessities later in the afternoon before he returned home with his weekly pay check. When Harry arrived home that evening, he was surprised to find Carmen awaiting his arrival with a tainted drink in one hand, and a revealing teddy that barely covered her large breasts and evenly trimmed pubic bush. Assuming that she wanted to dig deeper into his already strained financial assets, he remained aloof of her feeble attempts at a meaningful conversation. After the second drink, amidst Carmens' obvious frustration, the narcotic took effect, and even though he was fully aware of what was happening about him, he was unable to physically respond. With infinite care to maintain her manicure and make-up, she pulled his lifeless corpse into the bedroom and up on to the bed which she had covered with a plastic shower curtain. After some jostling and a fair amount of verbal obscenities, she positioned the curtain under his back, and secured his wrists and ankles to the bed with bungee cords she had found in the workshop. Pausing to catch her breath, she stepped over to the dresser to focus the video-camera located there, and after turning it on, began to strip him. Becoming frustrated after just a few short minutes, Carmen began to tear away his clothing; ripping them away with unbridled fury. It wasn't until she was had removed the last remnants of his underwear, that she realized that she had broken a nail and fell into an unnatural silence. An outside observer could have easily compared her countenance to the "before" shot of a dormant volcano as the rage built deep within her. Harry trembled, and tried to swallow, knowing his fate was in the hands of an enraged and dysfunctional woman. Carmen paused to savor her domination of her spineless mate while surveying the torn remnants of her fingernail. After what seemed to be an eternity to Harry, she reached over to grab a leather thong from the dresser near where the camera was positioned as it unemotionally captured the tension of what was unfolding on the bed. As he looked on helplessly with his head supported with soft feather pillows, his heart began to pound in fear of her wrath. Unable to speak, he could only utter meaningless sounds as Carmen cradled his ball sack and gently massaged the testicles within to help them descend away from his heaving torso. She began to explain the fear and agony of being deflowered in a mothering voice that defied her personality. Describing male penetration as a dehumanizing and vicious assault, she condemned him and the intimacy they had shared as "acts of necessity" to obtain the things she desired from him and assured him that when he had taken her virginity on the warm sands of the secluded beach, it was the most painful and distasteful experience of her life. Despite Carmens' verbal assault, Harry gradually became aroused with her gentle massage. It had been years since she had given his genitals any form attention other than ridicule or condemnation. Now, as the cool softness of her meticulously maintained fingers traced the veined intricacies of his sexuality, his dormant memories of former encounters were reawakened; and his arousal became more and more apparent with each passing moments. How Harry now longed to return to the days of his youth when sex was unconditional and life was carefree. He remembered all of their warm smiles, their budding sexuality, and the mystery and magic of their encounters in an avalanche of repressed memories; all uniquely stimulating and fulfilling. Upon sensing his arousal, Carmen smiled to herself, fully aware of the sensations she was stirring in her captive victim. As his manhood reached its full potential and his memories overwhelmed his conscious thought, she abruptly tied off his firm ball sack with the leather thong and produced the instrument of torture that she had carefully concealed beneath the bed. Panic quickly overwhelmed the hapless Harry, as the noise from the power sander filled the air. With his full attention restored, Carmen began to lecture her prone victim on his insensitivities and the need to experience the pain he had rendered in order to fully understand his pathetic role in the scheme of human reproduction. As her verbal onslaught diminished, she turned her sadistic attention on his red and swollen scrotum, reminding him that it would be the closest thing she could imagine to illustrate what a woman experiences when she is "deflowered." The motor sprung to life and she slowly lowered the spinning sandpaper on to the textured and veined skin. First tearing the sparse hairs from their follicles, then beginning its unemotional assault on the delicate skin, his torso became mottled with tiny droplets of blood and emasculated flesh. Overcome by the intensity of the bone-chilling sensation, his reproductive system reacted by sending several large globs of creamy essence on to his heaving belly, squirting his fertile seed into the rapidly accumulating mound of bloody mush. As the last hot ejaculate dribbled from his glans, the effects of the scrotal abuse registered with climatic intensity on his now exposed nerve endings. Harry let out a long wail of agony, followed by gasping sobs as his now aroused wife began drooling at the sight of the carnage she was wreaking on her helpless husband gonads. As if possessed by some unearthly devil, she applied even more pressure on the rapidly warming sander, tormenting the bloody white testicles that were now fully exposed and bouncing around unmercifully at the ends of their long white cords in a futile attempt to escape the savage assault. Soon they became trapped beneath the spinning belt as she guided them towards the base of his penis. Harrys' screams became muffled now as shock closed in and his vocal cords gave out. His twitching pelvis now arched gracefully towards the ceiling in a final gesture of submission as his once fruitful gonads were ground into a pulp and spewn across his body and the plastic shower curtain in a fine moist reddish- colored powder. With a noiseless sigh as his hips returned to the splattered curtain with a dull thud of resignation, he lost his will to respond further and silently passed into darkness. Upon realizing that her husband had ceased responding to her testicular assault, Carmen lost interest and, after turning off the sander and video camera, went into the kitchen to pour herself a strong one. Several hours later, she heard Harrys' rhythmic moans that flowing from the bedroom in a sensual symphony of agony. Rising from the recliner, she stretched and drew a deep breath, reveling in her dominion over her victim and considering her options to demonstrate her displeasure with his infidelity. Strolling into the kitchen, she grabbed the salt shaker and returned to her husbands' side, trying to mask her pleasure with the demeanor of a teacher tutoring a troublesome pupil. The remains of his scrotal sac were crusting over with blood clots and the raw mass of disruptive flesh looked sore and swollen. Appealing to him for understanding in a feigned sympathetic voice, she explained that he would require drastic measures to heal quickly without risk of infection. With a brief smirk, she began to sprinkle the salt liberally over the raw wounds, sending him into spasms of agony so intense that he voided a blood speckled golden stream across his thighs and into the salted flesh. His scream of agony was short lived as he once again passed into the peaceful bliss of unconsciousness. She scolded him for making such a mess and sprinkled more salt on his abdomen while toying with the idea of removing the rest of his manhood now or at some point in the near future. It was already badly mutilated and, with its entire removal, would assure his unfailing faithfulness to her. Even now, Carmen began to fantasize about exposing her neutered husband to Vivian. Knowing Vivian had a motor mouth, Carmen would surely gain respect from her girlfriends, and gain validation for her marital manipulation She wanted to keep her meal-ticket alive and providing for now, at least until something with a larger bank roll took an interest in her. She reached over to the flaccid manhood and thoroughly examined it as she held it upright in her fingertips. It was essentially a wasted appendage, she thought as she released his manhood distastefully and tried to remember if she had ever truly experienced orgasmic fulfillment. Her doldrums were shattered by a sharp rap at the door. The police had been summoned by a nosy neighbor who had claimed to hear screams coming from next door. Carmen flushed and tried to dispel the noises as a porn film on TV, but the blood stained apron and hands quickly dispelled her alibi and the brief ensuing search revealed the prone body of a brutally sterilized victim in his matrimonial bed. The horrified officers quickly restrained her and called for immediate medical attention while secretly empathizing with the agony the victim had endured. Throughout the brief trial and life sentence awarded by the unmerciful judge, the press expounded on the lurid details and idolized the hapless victim who was now on a daily regimen of testosterone. Once the sensationalism was reduced to a memory, the pretty waitress shyly capme to call on Harry during one particularly dark and lonely night. The ensuing childless and sexually active relationship is continuing to grow stronger every day according to Vivian, who, as the star witness to the crime, became famous by her own right and now hosts her own talk show on the local radio station.