>>72548918You come home from a long day of work, exhausted. A rare sound of bare feet grows louder as you walk through the door. Your beautiful wife greets you wearing her crimson dress--. On any other girl it'd be quite modest but on her... on that perfect frame, accented by an angelic likeness... it fills you with diabolical desire. "Welcome home! How was work?" she's more cheery than usual. "It was rough, what'd you cook for dinner?"
"It was rough..." that was the last thing she wanted to hear. Her skin grew impossibly more pale and she fails to shove down the quiver in her voice "W-well I kind of forgot and started cooking late, b-but it should be ready in 20 minutes!"
It's the third time this week, even if yesterday you only had to wait 5 minutes- on Tuesday she was playing Blue Archive when you walked in. This time can't go uncorrected. You think to yourself while locking the door behind. This damn brat needs to learn her lesson, besides, the bruises from last time have mostly faded. She heals so fast it's hard to keep up. As if she was reading your mind during the pause, her eyes well up as she shakes her head and stammers again "I'm really really sorry, please don't be upset, I'm so sorry it won't happen again, I'm sorry." Shondo's visage looks more regretful than scared.
Without word your hand finds purchase under her bare shoulder, only one squeak escapes her throat before the other is squeezing it enough to stop any more noise. Your wife's face shifts from guilt to confusion, this unfitting reaction only furthers your determination. Hopelessly, her legs flail against your body, red dress waving, her nails cut into your hands and arms. The more air she uses the more pathetic the struggling becomes and the more her face turns to desperation, her mouth moving in silence. Gripping even tighter you see the broken girl's lights beginning to dim.
She needs to feel every second of this. Taking caution to keep her conscious, you throw her onto the ground of the entrance-way, her limbs slapping the ground followed by a hollow crack of her skull breaks the silence. The brief surprise of a girl that small hitting the floor so hard is interrupted by her pained gasps and wheezes. Struggling to sit up with her eyes locked on to you, Shondo gasps and squeaks softly "anon-" Before she has time to recover you're on top of her sending a fist to her abdomen knocking the little amount of wind she regained. She rolls to her left and curls in pain, shivering like a scared kitten. Two more slaps hit her face before another fist to her temple bounces her head off the floor. Shondo let's slip a sharp cry and barely audible groan.
Pausing to admire your work, watching your beloved reel in pain, you notice this girl's perverted ecstasy had become too strong to hide. In full spite of the quaking and tears a wicked smile had grown upon her face. This was expected though, "correcting" her always ended up being a reward, maybe she chooses to be awful at housewife duties to give you an excuse. Shondo still on her side while her chest (or lack thereof) heaves out short breaths, you decide to be a good husband and fulfill your wife's need. Rolling her over and pinning her down by the neck you start laying into her again, this time without regard for her safety, not that it was necessary. Blow after blow you assault her abdomen once more, making sure the grip around her throat is loose enough for gasps, whimpers, and moans to escape. Faces of lust mix with pain. Her insides give in as she starts to wretch and gag, bile and blood spew out her mouth to her side. In one last act of love, turning her over to her stomach, you place your foot firmly on the top of her left arm, grabbing her wrist and jerking back with a sickening snap. Twisting the broken arm around, you feel her tissue ripping and tearing under her skin. For the first time she couldn't stop herself from screaming. Seeing the puddle form around her legs it looks like she couldn't stop herself from soaking her dress either. Shondo balls up, face to the floor, writhing in every ounce of emotion, with her grotesquely twisted arm at her side. She wallows for minutes but is eventually able to recover and with your help she gets to her feet, arm hanging backwards.
In the aftermath you fix yourself dinner, helping tend to her wounds and cleaning up her insides from the floor once you're finished eating. Besides twisting her broken arm back around she stays quiet for the rest of the night and eventually you head to bed. Shondo slides over snugly, taking caution with her injuries, and leans over close to your ear, interrupting her soft breaths with a whispered, "I love you."
She's lucky it was a Friday.
