XE-736 Driven To Depravity by Simon Jillson


Chapter 1


Judy Penncroft lay on her back, savoring the soft, silent morning. The 
weight of Mark, her husband, pressed the double bed mattress down 
beside her, rolling her slightly towards him. She thought of that 
pressure and warmth being missing, of the bed being empty, and winced 
at the gut-twisting stab of pain this thought brought.

Resolutely, she forced her mind away from the dread possibility that 
was rapidly becoming a certainty. Instead she told herself to be glad 
that Mark was sleeping quietly for a change. Sometimes, more and more 
rarely, there was the perfect combination of circumstances needed to 
give him total peace. Either physical or mental agony almost always 
kept him twisting and turning restlessly in a sweaty tangle of sheets. 
Or, what was even worse, he would lie there rigid, his muscles knotted 
and straining as he wrestled silently with his torment.

As Judy slipped silently out of bed, twinges of pain reminded her of 
one of the reasons for Mark's tranquil sleep. The bruised ache in her 
shoulders was mute evidence of the power of his grasp on her the night 
before. In her crotch, on the insides of her thighs and her pubic hair, 
was a dry, tugging, crusty feeling.

In the shower, Judy felt the mild bruises, the stiffness, the dried 
semen all dissolving away. It was a sad feeling. Flinching away from 
that train of thought, she recalled how it had all begun. 

*   *   *

As she passed Mark's chair with the last coffee cup, his arm snaked 
out, grasped her around the waist and hauled her down on his lap, 
squealing and giggling. The cup and saucer went flying and bouncing 
across the floor in a clattering testimony to their durability.

"Mark!" Judy protested.

With a growl of mock ferocity, Mark gripped the sides of her pretty 
face, twisting her head, his fingers tugging through her short black 
hair. His lips met hers in a savage, primitive kiss. His tongue drove 
between her lips, wedging her teeth open.

Even as she felt her passion boiling upward, Judy pushed defensively 
against her husband. Her hand slipped down his arm and touched the 
bandages and the hard plastic tubes jutting from his flesh. She jerked 
her hand away as if she had been burned.

She felt Mark's grip on her change, felt his tongue retreat from her 
mouth, felt his muscles go rigid. Desperately, before he could escape, 
Judy forced her tongue to follow his, to drive into his strong mouth. 
Twisting her torso, she ground her small, firm breasts against his hard 
chest. Her petite body writhed in his lap in a primitive dance of 
desire as she rekindled his faded passions.


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