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Chapter 1: Gracie’s Fantasy

Gracie McGuire liked it rough.

So you can imagine her disappointment when her current lover continued to plunge in and out of her body with all the enthusiasm and finesse of a lame horse put out to pasture. Her lover’s sweaty, going-to-flab, body was a testament to too many hours behind a desk, and his farmer’s tan was attributed to too many business meetings on the golf course.

John Johnson was a stud in the banking world, but he was a dud in the bedroom.

Gracie watched with detached amusement as he gave a final thrust and groaned out a climax. His face mottled bright red with the exertion of success and the veins in his forehead bulged. She thought briefly of faking her own orgasm, but decided he was already past the point of noticing that she hadn’t been satisfied. At least he was starting to last a little longer. She’d had time to go through her entire grocery-shopping list before his “Big Finish.”

“Oh, Gracie, you are one hot little number. It just keeps getting better and better,” John panted, giving her breast one last squeeze before he pulled out of her and discarded the condom.

“Mmmm,” she moaned and rolled her eyes. It wouldn’t do any good to expound on his false virtues. His ego was already inflated enough. Not to mention she was afraid if she opened her mouth to speak she’d tell him how much she hated being called a hot little number in that condescending Texas drawl. She was a tax attorney for God’s sake, not an exotic dancer.

John flopped down on the bed beside her and was almost asleep before she’d turned onto her side to face him. “Don’t forget we have that dinner tonight,” he mumbled. “There will be a lot of important clients there.”

“I know,” Gracie said, annoyance lacing her voice. “You sent the invitation to my office a month ago. I’ll be representing Decker, Deets and McGuire if I can live up to your expectations. I might even make it through the night without embarrassing you or my firm.”

“Now, honey, don’t take that tone. You know that’s not what I meant. Any man would be lucky to show up with an intelligent, beautiful woman like you on his arm to an event like this. You’ll make me proud. Just make sure you wear something conservative.”

Because I always dress like a slut at business functions, you moron, she thought.

“I have just the thing in mind,” Gracie said in a breathy tone that would have done Marilyn Monroe proud and fluttered her eyelashes. She leaned over John’s still form and bit the lobe of his ear gently.

“Now Gracie, honey, you’re going to have to make due with what you just got. I’ve got to rest up for tonight. I know you’ve been reading those magazines about multiple orgasms and such, but the same just isn’t true for a man. Maybe if you’re real good tonight I’ll be in the mood again when we get home.”

“How about if I don’t wear any panties under my conservative dress and you fuck me in the elevator,” Gracie whispered. She found satisfaction as John’s breath hitched just a little at her suggestion. There might be hope for him after all.

“There are cameras in those elevators.”

“Even better,” she said, taking a firm grip on his flaccid penis.

“You’re not thinking of your career,” John stammered. “Or mine either. What’s come over you, Gracie? This is crazy talk.”

“I heard how excited you got when I suggested you fuck me in the elevator. Everybody has an adventurous side, John. Sometimes it’s just a little suppressed. Does the idea of me having a kinky side turn you on?”

Gracie held down John’s hands next to his body as she rubbed her body against him and kissed him hungrily. She licked her way down to his chest and nipped lightly at his nipples with her teeth before kissing her way down to her ultimate goal.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“What was that, John? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said the idea of you having a kinky side turns me on,” he said louder, with more conviction, as if he were trying to convince himself.

Gracie felt the wetness between her thighs and knew John wouldn’t deny her satisfaction this time. She’d see to it herself.

“Would you like me to tell you about my kinkier side?” she asked, taking his hardening cock between her lips and swirling her tongue around the bulbous tip.

“Y…yesss,” he hissed, gritting his teeth at the onslaught of new pleasure. Gracie worked him in her mouth a little longer before she spoke of something she’d never told anyone.

“You see, John, I have these fantasies,” she said, working him with her hand and cupping his sac gently in the palm of her hand. “In my fantasy, a masked stranger comes out of nowhere, ripping at my clothes and pressing his hard body against me. I scream, but that only makes his cock harder. He likes it when I fight him. He might even have to punish me a little. You see, in my fantasy I like to be dominated. Do you want to be my stranger and make my fantasies come true? Can you imagine what I’d look like tied to your bed? Black satin sheets beneath my pale body, a blindfold covering my eyes and my limbs straining against the handcuffs that hold me captive?”

John gasped aloud, and Gracie smiled as he hardened further in her hand. So much for men needing recuperating time, she smirked.

“Mmmm, I bet you’d like to dominate me, John. Maybe even turn me over and spank me till my ass is red and welted with your handprints.”

John was really panting now, and Gracie figured she could get him to come again just by talking dirty, but her pleasure was the goal this time. She slipped her finger between her lips and wet it while pumping his shaft in a steady rhythm. Drops of moisture gathered on the tip of his cock and she leaned over and lapped them up like a cat licking at a bowl of fresh cream.

“Yum. You taste so good,” she said as she brought her finger down and circled her moist nub, gathering more wetness. “My ass is red from your spanking, John. What will you do to me next?”

Gracie left her own pleasure for a moment, enjoying her roll as temptress. She took her dampened finger and massaged the sensitive spot between John’s balls and anus, reveling in the harsh groan he admitted.

“I’m waiting for an answer, John.”

Gracie blew softly along the damp trail left by her finger and watched as goosebumps covered John’s entire body before moving her finger lower. She circled the puckered hole of his anus with her finger and gently pushed it in up to the first knuckle. “Would you fuck me here?” she asked.

John was panting like a steam engine, and Gracie knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He was harder than she’d ever seen him. She withdrew her finger and moved up his body so she straddled him.

“I’d love to have you ram that nice hard cock right up my ass. I bet it would hurt real good.” With that declaration, Gracie slammed herself down on John’s cock and moaned at how hard he was, how full she felt. Even as wet as she was, the invasion was painful and would be felt for days to come. Her muscles clamped around him like a vise, and she rode him as if he really were the lover of her fantasies. Gracie cupped her full breasts in her hands and pinched her nipples, the effect causing her vaginal muscles to spasm. She was lost to her own pleasure and didn’t protest when John took hold of her hips and slammed her down on his cock in a frenzy of passion and lust.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he yelled.

“Ohmigod,” she screamed.

“I’m coming!” they shouted together in ecstasy.

Gracie collapsed on top of John, her body sated and content. Finally. She should have done this sooner. Nothing bad ever came from liking it rough.

Rest assured no Diva’s were harmed in the making of this audio – Quite the contrary ;)

This was written by SplendidSpunk as a representation of my audiodiva persona. People may respond strongly to the content as it includes blackmail and non-consent. If you dislike that type of content please do not listen, as it is not our desire to offend anyone.

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“My name is Dina and this is my confession. Before I tell you who I am, that is an important part of this confession, I must tell you where I am. I am in my Master’s home and secured naked to His punishment couch. He had required me to make this aural confession and is here as I do it, He will assure that I do not stray and do not lie. I have no choice but to tell you the complete truth about me, to confess. I’ve read other stories here about sluts writing their stories at their Master’s command, but this is live audio, and so I can’t be sure how easy this will be for you to follow. Master has told me that he will use me during this recording and I may lose my place.”

I am thirty-five years old and in some ways happily married to a wonderful man. I am also a slut who finds submitting herself to Her Master an addiction I cannot and will not abandon. I used to submit to a variety of older men, yes, I find older dominant men very attractive. I did this quietly, or so I thought, never allowing this side of me to be seen in what I call my everyday life. That woman, the professional I am, is very straight laced, very prim and proper. She is always dressed conservatively in either her work clothes or when running errands or visiting friends. She or I stand five foot nine inches tall, sport a D cup chest, have brown eyes and hair. If you met me at work or a party you’d think I was aloof at first, but after getting to know me you’d find out how non-judgemental I am and start opening up to me with things you might find hard to say to others. I’ve been told that I’m good at finding answers for others but as I lay here naked under my Master’s control I realize that I’ve no answers for myself. Only the truth, I am a submissive slut and crave having my body used to serve and pleasure others.

My current and now only Master, learned of my inner slut by watching me when I thought no one was. He saw me being forced into sleezy motel rooms by older men and then listened to me beg and scream as they used and abused me for their pleasure. Master was no fool and he worked hard at trailing me, using a digital video camera to record what he could; assembling a montage of images that left no doubt about the real me. When he’d asked if this was something my husband would enjoy, or perhaps my boss, I fell to my knees and hung my head. Master is like my others but so much more. He’s older maybe the oldest man I’ve attached myself to and He is smart, smart enough to make me drop all the other men and focus all my free time on serving His needs. He’s shown me levels of my own debauchery that I myself didn’t see inside me.

(Oh my god, please Master no, no please not my ass — aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh damn it Sir its too bigggggggg oooooooohhhhhhhh pplllleeeaaaaseeeeeeeee)

I…. I mean….OH god my ass is full, its so hard to concentrate Master. Nooooo please

(Slap Slap Slap)

Yessss Master I can control myself, I will explain, please I’ll finish. I am trying to recall where I was, I don’t have the aaaaahhhh ability to go back and read as this is all audio and Master will not edit or replay for me. I neeeeddd tooo telll you that He has forced a large plug into my assss. Oh it feels so good but so fucking big. Sorry Master I will continue my confession. Yes Sir I’ll tell them. The slaps you hear are Master spanking me when I lose my place, as I did when he forced that plug into my ass. He says that I must learn control and that as I relate to you my confession, He will spank me, play with my tits, my pussy my ass, everything but my mouth. I am to take all this and continue, my confession and if I lose control he will punish me again. The plug in my ass vibrates and shitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt itttttttt now onnnnnn damn (Slap slap slap slap ) Owwwwww

Yes Master, yes, sorry Sir.

Master uncovered my secrets and with the videos and photos he’d assembled allowed me to sever my ties to the other men and to devote myself to Him. My inner slut has developed under His training, my submissive desires have grown. Now He demands this confession while He is using me, while I am naked and exposed to His every wish, only my mouth remains free to continue to confess.

Master insisted I tell all the other men I was now devoting myself to Him and to suck each of their cocks, swallowing their cum as a final gesture of my submissive life to them. Master filmed every one of those episodes and uses that along with everything else as my chains to Him.

OHHHHHHHHH (slap slap ) Sorry Master, yes I’ll explain. Master has removed the plug from my ass and intends a larger one but promises if I cannnnn talk wwwiiiithhhhouuuutt interrruppptiioooon thattttt hhhheee”ll usssse llluuuubbbee


UGHHH, UGHHHHHH so fucking full, damn my ass is so fucking fullll. I can’t adjust to it, OH Master its so fucking wide (Slap slap slap slap ) Master this slut is so sorry, please Master have mercy on my ass. (Slap Slap Slap Slap) I’llll trrrryyyyy Siiiirrrrrr

Masterrrr haasss uused hiisss laarggeest plluugg iinn mmyy asssssss. I nneeddd jjjstttt sssomme ttiimmee to accepptttt iittt. He’s spanking meeee toooo (Slap Slap, Slap) trying…ttooo…get….mee….to … focus..on…my con….fesssion. (Slap Slap Slap) I….am…Master…

My first day…with…my true Master was one I can not forget. When I arrived at His home, He took all of my clothes on the step, exposing my naked body to whoever might be looking, then gabbing my by my hair he pulled me into his house. He took me to the kitchen and attached a serving tray to me, using a leather strap with clamps on it to secure the tray to my nipples, then after loading the tray with drinks and food he made me lift the tray with my nipples stretching them severely and led me to a room full of His friends. I was made to serve all of them, and if I used my hands to fend off a hand feeling up my cunt, the weight of the tray pulled harder on my tits. So I was helpless to defend my body and all the men grabbed and penetrated me as I served the food and drink. Later I was made to service their cocks, in my mouth, my cunt and my ass. Many of them came on me, spraying their hot cum all over me, coating my body and filling my three holes. One by one they left when their cocks were spent and left alone with my new Master, I took his cock in all of my well used and cum filled holes.

That day he let me go naked, forced me to hurry to dress on the front porch as he closed the door saying only.

“You will come to me when I call slut.”

My clothes stuck to the drying cum that coated me and my pussy and ass leaked cum as I walked back to my car. I cried in my shower realizing that my life, once so controlled and secret was now in the hands of this Master. I would go t him often after that and each time he peeled away another layer of my public persona. Today as I tell you of all of this, I admit that I will never hesitate to serve Him, to serve His friends, to serve without hesitation without question.

He made me come to him one morning after I admitted having fucked my husband the night before and extracted my husbands cum from my cunt and had my husbands DNA identified then told me he would do the same to any cum he found in me, and if it did not belong to my husband he would expose me for who I am to my parents, my bosses, my husband. In this way he controls my cunt, my ass and my life in every way and only he can allow a cock other then my husbands to fill me.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (Slap Slap Slap ) Ohhhhhh yessssssss Master….I….will…..explain……..

Master…has..decided to fuck me now and His hard cock is pumping in my cunt now….I…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (slap slap slap) Yes Sir. I…am…sorry… yes oh god please Sir…;(slap Slap slap) Yes…..Master’s cock is filling me as I speak and.. I aamm trying,, to finish this story. (slap slap slap) Master, yes I am telling my confession not a story, yes Sir I, will not make that error again Sir.

I’ve been with my true Master now for two years and he has used me in everyway, he has taught me to service his friends both male and female and I’ve taken men in me and women who strap on a cock have also used my holes for their pleasure.

(Slap Slap Slap ) Ouchhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes Sir I’ll explain. Master is slapping my tits now and not my ass. The plug is still deep inside my ass as His cock fucks my pussy, I can feel my juices running down my legs and I can not cum, no I am forbidden to cum without his permission and He will not give me that until my confession is complete.

(Slap Slap Slap ) Yes Sir, I was just getting to that Sir. Master’s cock is not fat but it is very long and when he takes me from behind like He is now His hard cock pounds against my cervix, I’ve come to love that discomfort as I’ve come to need and love serving Him. When he uses my mouth He fills my throat and He has taught me to ignore the gagging reflex that I feel. Yes Sir, I am almost finished Sir.

I now spend all my time when not working or home with my husband here with Master. He only uses a whip on me when my husband is gone for days so the welts have time to dissipate before he comes home. I love the times when Master can use his whip on me and the exquisite pain that I endure for Him. When Master allows me to cum, that pain makes my orgasm so intense, so wonderful I kiss the whip and thank Master for His generosity. Yes, the prim housewife you see, the professional who cares for you, the woman who entertains you with her husband is in reality nothing more then a slut, a submissive cum slut. Dina exists somewhere inside me but a much larger part of me is Dora the submissive cum slut who never says No to her Master and whose cunt and ass have taken cock after cock at Her Master’s whim.

I confess to all of this and to the fact that I am happy to be this slut.

Yes Sir, thank you Sir. I am now allowed to tell you what Master is doing to me. He is fucking me vigorously and working the plug in my ass — oh shit it feel so fucking good, His hard cock is plowing my pussy, yessssssssssssssssssssssss I love it yesssssssssssssssssssohhhhhhh Master fuck your slut, yes Master fuck this useless slut, fill her with your cum, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh thank you Sir thank you, yes this slut will cum for you — ohhhhhhhhhhhhhyesssssssssssssssssssssssssss, yes yes yes oh god yes I’m cuming Sir ohhhhhhhhht thank you sirrrrrrrrrrr, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Diva Exposed was written by SplendidSpunk specifically for Audiodiva to record and I thank him kindly for it.

That 20 minute walk to Danny’s house felt like a lifetime.

He lived in a largish house that opened onto the canal so after I had put my dress back on and dusted off my knees he led me out past the front of the club, over the bridge and down the towpath.

I couldn’t believe it was only 20 minutes, it actually felt like I was being led to the gallows as this fat ugly man took every opportunity to wind me up and make me feel helpless. Knowing Ben had told me to tell the truth he asked me a relentless series of questions, about my sex life, my pussy, my ass and anything else he could think of.

Any time he wasn’t satisfied with an answer he would ‘punish’ me (as he called it). The first time, he pulled my dress down to my waist and twisted my nipples a few times, making me cry out. The second he did the same but made me walk for a while with my chest on display to the world.

A couple of times it seemed he couldn’t contain himself and he pushed me up against the wall and rammed his tongue down my throat as his hands groped my pussy and my boobs. I think, in all honesty that was the worst – this sweaty guy with breath that stank of booze and cigarettes slobbering over me while touching me like that.

As we neared his home, he told me that as he enjoyed the movie of me all tied up and Cumming so much he was going to make a little movie of his own tonight, something I didn’t like the sound of at all. He said he ‘wants to hear me beg’ him to stop.

Through it all my mind kept going back to Ben, my gorgeous, strong boyfriend. I couldn’t have guessed how depraved he was – even with all the kinky shit we had done – and I couldn’t decide if I was feeling utterly betrayed by him or loved him even more for putting me in this position.

I mean, I’m submissive; there are no two ways about that, but giving me over to some fat pervert and not seeming to care..

We got to his house, a large place set back a little bit form the path and as scared as I was I don’t mind admitting I was very pleased to see it. Danny had had me handcuffed for the past mile or so and I didn’t know if the people we had passed had seen why my hands were tightly clasped behind my back.

The house had a porch, a little oblong roof with no walls that covered the front door; Danny stopped there and turned to face me. He pushed me backwards until I bumped into one of the posts that held up the porch, reached around me and undid one of the cuffs before slipping the short chain around the pillar and reattaching it to my wrist, then he pulled my dress down off my body and had me lift my feet as he picked it up from under my heels.

He looked me up and down as I nervously glanced at the path which was about 10ft away and grinned.

‘Now, I need to sort out some things inside before I’m ready for you,’ he said with an evil smile, ‘so be a good girl and wait there for me.’

‘Yes sir,’ I said fearfully not wanting to antagonise him and with a final pinch of my nipple he opened the door and went inside, leaving me alone and helpless in the dark.

I don’t know how long I was out there for but it was long enough. After a few minutes a young couple walked past but they didn’t see me, that didn’t stop my heart from hammering so hard I thought I was going to faint though.

The next people did notice though, a couple of young lads who were obviously a little drunk were walking past when one of them suddenly pointed.

‘Holy shit Brian, look at that!’ One of them said as they both stopped mouths agape.

‘Please, please, please,’ I was praying under my breath, praying they would just move on but of course they didn’t. Within seconds they had opened the small gate and were standing in front of me.

‘You alright love?’ the taller of the two asked – smirking, they couldn’t have been more than 17. ‘All tied up there?’

‘Yes sir,’ I replied remembering that Ben’s instructions.

‘Kinky game is it?’ the boy continued chortling.

‘Yes sir,’ I said hating every moment.

‘Fucking hell she’s fit!’ the other boy said as he got out his phone. ‘Hang on, let me get a pic!’

The first one reached out tentatively and grabbed my right breast and I closed my eyes as I heard the sound of the phone’s camera going.

‘Hey, she loves it Pete,’ the one mauling my boobs said laughing, ‘come and have a go!’

‘The one with the phone put it back in his pocket moved beside me and reached out, one hand went on my pussy and the other slid up the crack of my ass.

‘She’s fucking soaking Brian, here have a feel!’

They swapped places, the one called Brian roughly shoving what felt like a couple of fingers into my pussy while Pete decided it would be a laugh to pinch and twist my nipples. Despite myself I moaned at the invasion, my body reacting in a way my mind certainly didn’t want to and taking the noise as encouragement Brian tried to ram a third finger in, hurting me.

However, before they could get any further the light went on in the porch and between that and the noises from inside the house the two boys got spooked and ran off laughing.

I never thought I would be pleased to see Danny

but after being molested by a couple of randoms I almost wept with relief.

‘So you met some locals then?’ he chuckled as he undid my cuffs.

‘Yes sir and thank you for introducing me to them sir,’ I said having by now thoroughly learned my place.


Once inside he led me through to a large living room where he had set up a video camera on a tripod. Making me kneel on the floor with my hands still cuffed behind my back he fussed with the camera for a moment before settling back onto his armchair and pressing a remote, starting the recording.

‘Tell me your name?’


Why are you here Jayme?’

‘Because my boyfriend knows that I will hate every second of it.’

‘Every second of what Jayme?’

I swallowed, knowing the honest answer would piss him off.

‘Every second of being used and abused by a fat, ugly stranger sir.’

‘Look into the camera and say..I’m a fucking whore who deserves everything I get’

‘I’m a fucking whore who deserves everything I get sir.’

He chuckled.

‘Say..If I don’t do exactly what Danny wants I’ll find myself outside on the street, naked and handcuffed.’

I did.

After that I serviced him in a number of ways, I sucked his cock which was quite big but, as it turned out, wasn’t any cleaner than the rest of him. He made me lick his ass while I masturbated (all this for the camera) and then he dragged me upstairs.

His bedroom was open plan and he roughly pushed me down onto my face on the bed before fastening my hands to the headboard above me. By now I really didn’t care that he was setting up the camera at the foot of the bed, I just wanted this nightmare to be over.

After a while I heard the beep of the record starting and then felt his weight as he pushed my legs apart with his thighs, spreading me wide open in front of him.

‘I want you to say..Please Danny, please fuck my ass because I’m a whore.’

‘Please Danny,’ I started, stopping with a gasp as he squirted some cold lube on my helpless asshole. ‘Please Danny, please fuck my ass because I’m a whore!’

He did, ramming his way inside me and making me squeal before pulling back and ramming inside again. His cock wasn’t massive but was quite thick and the stretch on my ass was painful especially as he wasn’t being gentle in any way. However, despite myself I felt an orgasm build, one that crashed over me as he yanked my head back by my hair and spat on my cheek.

He didn’t last much longer after that, one moment he was pumping away and the next he had pulled out, leaving me feeling suddenly very empty, and was kneeling by my head.

‘Turn over’ he commanded and awkwardly with the handcuffs I did so, just in time for his first splash of hot cum to hit me in the face. He must have been saving up for a while as there was a lot of it, dribbling down my left cheek and forehead.

After he had finished he pushed his softening cock into my mouth, while he fiddled with the handcuffs, readjusting them so I could lie on my back properly and this done he pulled his dick away from my face and sat back on the bed.

‘Did you enjoy that princess?’ He asked with a smile.

‘No sir,’ I said, feeling his cooling cum dribble down my neck and into my hair.

‘Well, your night’s not over yet princess, this

next part will be loads of fun I guarantee you.’

With that he stood up, his now soft dick looking ridiculous under his sagging belly and I suddenly felt violated as I realised I had just cum hard with this ugly fat bastard’s cock up my ass. Suddenly I realised that the camera would have just recorded my face then, and I wondered if he would get a kick out of my disgust when he watched it.

Danny came back carrying my ankle cuffs that Ben must have lent him, he quickly buckled them on me and, using a couple of short lengths of rope, attached them to the bed frame – stretching my legs wide apart. Next he came back carrying my small, but very powerful, bullet vibrator and a roll of gaffa tape.

‘No no no,’ I said quietly shaking my head but the bastard just kept on coming. Kneeling between my legs he ripped off a length of tape before positioning the vibrator over my clit, then he carefully taped it in place, the hard plastic pushing onto me with my clit about halfway up the shaft. Then he tore some more tape and secured it into position, leaving only the twist-speed control exposed.

‘There you go, don’t want that falling off, do we?’

‘No sir,’ I replied. The fucker wanted to recreate the video he loved so much and sure enough he extended the camera on its tripod to its highest setting, looking down on my whole body. With that he clicked the button, making me groan as the powerful vibrations hit my sensitive clit.

‘Right then princess, I’m going to go and have me some supper. Have fun!’


A lot of women have problems coming but I’m not one of them. Any sexual stimulation will get me off hell sometimes even a massage can give me a little one if I’m extra horny.

So you can imagine what being left with a vibrator taped to my clit would do?

The first one took a while and I fought it, sweating heavily in my bonds, until I realised that was probably just what the bastard wanted me to do. It washed over me, making me cry out and writhe and I have to say, it felt amazing. The problem is that there was no let up and before that one had subsided I had a series of super intense ones around my clit and hips that made my stomach muscles knot up and my legs shake.

After that I kind of lost track, each subsequent orgasm became incrementally more painful as my poor abused clit became more and more sensitive – never painful enough to stop me fucking Cumming though!

After a while, and I have no idea how long, Danny came back upstairs, picked up the camera from the tripod and got some close-ups of my face as I begged him to make it stop. He also took the opportunity to run his hands all over my taught body and twist my nipples.

Finally, mercifully, he pulled the tape and vibrator away from my body, the lack of sensation almost as shocking as the vibrator had been. Still holding his camera, he quickly knelt between my legs and fed his hard cock into my swollen pussy and started fucking me.

I couldn’t help but cry out every time his pubes brushed against my swollen clit and I was helpless to resist, bound as I was, when he dropped the camera and leant over me before shoving his tongue into my mouth as he came, his cock pulsing inside me as his fat, heavy body juddered.

After a while he raised himself up to his knees in-between my legs and picked up the camera before focussing it on my face.

‘Say..Thank-you Danny for fucking me,’ he said with a smug grin.

‘Thank-you Danny for fucking me, Sir,’ I replied, my body still thrumming with the effects of the vibrator.

He clicked the camera off and put it down carefully. Then he untied my ankles – although he left the cuffs on – and chuckled as I groaned when I pulled my aching legs together.

Leaving my wrists tied above my head he simply threw a thin sheet over me before walking out and turning off the light.

At the door he stopped for a moment, looking back at me.

‘Best get some sleep Princess, you’ve got a long

day ahead of you tomorrow.’


Despite Danny’s advice, I really didn’t sleep very well.

Aside from the fact my arms are still tied securely to the headboard, my clit was throbbing from the lengthy overstimulation earlier and my ass was aching from when he had roughly fucked it. At least I didn’t reek of some stranger’s cum…Oh wait, that’s right I totally did that as well.

It didn’t help that despite my predicament I couldn’t shake the image of Ben touching that Blonde slut Eve, it all seemed so natural, less like strangers flirting and more like people who know each other intimately.

I must have dozed off at some point though as the next thing I knew I was being woken up by someone running their hands over my body, up in-between my legs and probing at my pussy with their fingers. I remember thinking, before I was properly awake, that it was Ben and we were in our lovely bed after a night out but when I opened my eyes I found myself looking at Danny as he rubbed at my moistening pussy.

‘You are such a slut,’ he said with a grin holding up shiny, slick fingers. ‘Nice dreams?

Right let’s get you in the shower.’

With that he wiped his hand on my belly and leant over to unlock my wrists.

I was so grateful that I could rub some life back into my shoulders and wrists I barely noticed the sunlight streaming through the window.

‘What…what time is it?’ I asked him as he led me to the bathroom.

‘About a quarter past eight,’ he said glancing down at his watch before looking up at me with an evil little smile. ‘You must have been pretty tired; I was fingering your cunt for ages before you woke up.’

I shuddered but didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I loathed the idea of him touching me while I slept. Sitting down on the loo – of course he watched – I gratefully voided and I suddenly realised how hungry I was.

Quickly I jumped into the shower and washed the filth of the previous night off myself, it felt good to be clean though I realised getting rid of the memories would take a lot longer. Danny of course, had videoed me in the shower and he kept it on as he showed me his ex-wife’s makeup and hair products. Eventually he gave up and told me to come downstairs when I was done and I had a few precious moments to myself.

All I felt was loathing, both for this sad bastard who had used me last night and for myself for Cumming so hard and so many times while he cheapened me. It was only remembering that this was my choice that kept me going. I found myself wanting to prove myself to Ben, wanting to test myself to destruction.

He was right when we spoke in the pub, I was already thinking differently. I was, I realised, thinking like a true submissive – rationalising Ben’s callousness and disregard for me as a test of my love for him. I knew that if I made it through this weekend I would be utterly his and he would be able to do anything he wanted to me.

‘Come on then Jayme,’ I said to the pretty girl in the mirror, ‘let’s go further down the rabbit hole.’

Walking into the other room I saw that Danny had left my dress, shoes, the leather ankle-cuffs and the metal handcuffs on the bed, I was eerily reminded of getting ready the previous evening when I was a lot more innocent.

Realising I had been taking my time I quickly buckled on the shoes, slipped into the dress – which had remained remarkably clean – buckled the ankle cuffs and, after making sure everything was as perfect as it could be, put my hands behind my back and snapped the shackles shut on my wrists.

‘A vision!’ Danny exclaimed as I carefully stepped down the stairs in my heels. I forced a smile onto my face as I certainly didn’t want to antagonise him and I desperately, desperately wanted to be away from him.

I saw he had just finished a bowl of cereal and my stomach grumbled. I hadn’t eaten since the previous night and had been through a lot of stress in that time. If Danny noticed he didn’t care though, all he was doing was eying my lean body as I stood in front of him, unsure what to do.

He stood up and walked to the dresser where he picked up some sunglasses and his car keys.

‘Right then princess, we are going for a little drive,’ he smirked. ‘Don’t worry, I’m taking you to where Ben will pick you up.’

‘Oh thank you sir,’ I exclaimed, perhaps this nightmare would be over soon I thought. He just smiled and opened the front door – gesturing me to go through.

A little nervously I stepped into the porch where, only a few hours ago I had been molested by a couple of young lads. I shuddered again at how I was changing when I realised my pussy had become damp just thinking about it – when only a day ago the thought would have horrified me.

The towpath was only ten feet away and I was standing here, dressed like a whore and blinking in the bright Saturday morning sunlight with my hands cuffed behind my back and I didn’t really care, beyond a pleasurable twinge in my clit, as I realised anyone could see me.

With a hand in my lower back, Danny pushed me towards his car – a big, black BMW – and clicking the fob the boot lid popped open.

‘Get in then, princess,’ he said irritably, seeing my confused expression and seeing no other choice I sat myself awkwardly over the lip and swung my legs into the boot. Once I was in he slammed the lid shut, leaving me curled up awkwardly in the grimy smelling darkness.

I heard him get in and the engine start and then was bumped about as the car started to move. To be honest I didn’t know how long I was in there but I was pretty sure it was a lot longer than it would take to drive back to Ben’s house. After a while I realised I had been in there for ages and I was pretty sure we had been on a motorway for a stretch, no corners or acceleration for a time at least.

Finally, after a bumpy few minutes, the car stopped and he turned off the engine. I heard him get out and then my eyes were tearing in the bright sunlight.

‘Get out,’ he said reaching in and lifting me easily with one hand under my ribs and the other under my thigh.

He put me down and I tottered unsteadily on my heels as my cramped legs regained circulation.

‘Where are we?’ I asked a little fearfully as he shut the boot and locked it. I looked around but all I could see were a lot of trees surrounding a small gravel car park. Thankfully there were no other cars there at the time.

‘This is where Ben and I grew up princess; we used to play here a lot as kids. He wanted me to show you our old den.’

‘I thought you said you were taking me to him?’

‘You were right, it’s just he’s not here yet, don’t worry princess you’ll see Ben soon enough.

Now,’ he said pointing to a dirt path the other side of the car park, ‘get walking.’

We walked for about ten minutes, deeper and deeper into the woodland. Danny kept a hand on my back as between the heels and the rough ground I stumbled a lot. I hated that I had to rely on him but with my hands cuffed behind my back I would have fallen otherwise.

We passed a couple of ramblers, a nice looking old couple, who tutted when they saw me, making me feel deeply embarrassed and ashamed. However it wasn’t long before Danny turned off the path altogether and into the woods proper.

The reason for his turn was soon revealed as, about twenty feet in from the path a small glade opened up with a pair of overgrown, rusty benches. It looked exactly the kind of place kids would hang around in and I could immediately see a fire pit complete with burned out beer cans and cigarette butts.

Author’s note:

Here we go again. Part 7 of a one-part serial.

Questions answered, questions asked, and fan-service for everyone who wanted Sable to take charge and give subs everywhere something to fantasise about.

This really is a series in rigidly ordered parts, not a series of loosely connected stories set in the same universe. If you haven’t read the rest, you will have no idea what is going on.

Now, let the action commence.



Outside the laboratory door Catherine took a deep breath, smoothed down clothes that didn’t wrinkle and braced herself. It was her turn.

The door slid open with the smooth, low purr built in to announce it was working.

The Engineer was standing against a high desk, leaning on his elbows with his head in his hands.

After the first time one of them had tried to tiptoe up to him, she made sure her heels clicked on the floor.

“MRI,” he said as she got closer. “CT scans. Functional MRI. PET. None of it shows any fucking difference, and I don’t know if any of it is different to normal humans anyway!


He straightened up suddenly and hurled a pen straight through a monitor and its metal frame and out the other side, embedding it in the wall.

“Collecting scientists doesn’t work because they live by this world’s rules, so they don’t know there is any difference between humans and … them.

“I can build a machine that finds Supers, but it doesn’t work on you two. I can’t build a machine that finds humans, it just DOESN’T. FUCKING. WORK!”

He stood very upright and very still, breathing heavily with his hands clenched into fists by his side as the broken bits of monitor finished tickling to the bench and the ground.

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

His hand shot up, one finger extended in the universally recognised “shush” gesture.

“I’m going to let some steam off,” he said in a very controlled voice, turned sharply and marched out the door. The last thing she heard before the door closed behind him was a very polite “Could you please clean that up?”


Arnaud made coffee by instinct, avoided finding out the dangers of playing with boiling water while naked, found china cups and a silver tray and carried it all back through to the bedroom.

He stepped inside the door and instantly froze, blind and unable to move as black bands appeared over his eyes and around his calves, thighs, and chest and upper arms.

He was lifted off the ground and the tray lifted out of his hands before his arms were forced to his sides and bound there.

He instinctively reached out to the link between him and Sable and instead of a clean line through to her mind he found a muddy, vague sense of direction ending in a flaming wall of anger.

“Try and get into my mind again,” she said with the dispassionate, even tones of absolute certainty, “and I will rip your balls off.”

He felt a band encircle his scrotum at the base and slowly tighten, stretching it and forcing his testicles together. She didn’t stop until he gasped in pain.

“Do you understand me?”

“You did not want me to? You asked me what my powers were …”

He screamed as the band around his scrotum clenched.

“You did not get permission to use them. You’re new in this city, you’re new in this world, so I’ll tell you this very clearly. You can choose to be good or evil but if you choose evil I will hunt you down like a dog.”

“I believe I am a Villain,” he said tentatively, but she cut him off with a force he almost felt as physical.

“FUCK THAT. You are a HUMAN now, do you hear me? That means you make your own fucking decisions.

“I was bought into this world as a Hero. I thought what we did was pretty fucking stupid, and the way we went about it even more so.

“Then I came here and suddenly because I wear black I’m a Villain. Well, fuck that. I am what I make me. I look after myself and I choose to look after people who get in the way of selfish, fucked-in-the-head Villains or who get caught in the crossfire when Heroes with simplistic fucking value systems fire at will.

“And you are NOT going to just accept some fucking label put on you by fate because the mere fact of being human means you make your own fucking fate, do you fucking understand me?”

“This word ‘fucking’, …” he began.

“Is multiply useful,” she said brusquely. “It began as another verb for sex, now it can be whatever you want it to be, mostly emphasis. Don’t dodge the fucking question.”

“I think I understand you,” he said slowly.

“Good. Because I am telling you: I decide to be a Hero now. You live in this city, you make a life here, and by any gods anybody here believes in if you fuck with the people of this city I will fuck you up because I am appointing myself defender of anyone who can’t look after themselves, I don’t care how fucking unofficial I am about it.

“Because I don’t care about their status – if they’re old humans, or brand new, or just making up the scenery. While they look human they deserve all the rights of humans, you got that?”

There was silence, for not quite too long. “I understand you,” he said. “How am I to tell what is right and what is wrong?”

“What did you get while raping my fucking mind?” she snapped at him.

He was silent again. “Emotions,” he finally said. “Something … empathy?”

“Good. You keep that. You throw away the rest but you keep that. You feel what you do to people and you remember that.”

He almost nodded, but her bands still kept him locked rigidly in position. “Okay.”

She stared at him, drawing the silence out until he wondered what he had missed, what he was supposed to say. “Can I trust you?” She finally asked. “Can I trust you to behave yourself and stay the fuck out of my head?”

“I promise I will not do that again, now I know what I am doing,” he said with sincerity in his voice.

She stared at him, drawing the silence out past the point of discomfort once more. “Good. And believe me, if you try you may even succeed but I will go down fighting, and if you ever let me go again I will see to it I destroy you as completely as a Super can be destroyed.”

He didn’t need to wonder about the emotion the tone of her voice induced in him then. He knew immediately it was fear.


“Good afternoon!”

The Engineer’s only reply was a strangled moan of exhaustion and pain.

His latest guest was a Heroine called Mercura who dressed in a miniskirt and low-cut latex blouse, cape, face-mask, gloves to over her elbows and boots to mid-calf and who could project blasts of energy from the space in front of her belly.

She needed to curl forwards and use her hands to summon the ball of energy, so the Engineer had shackled her wrists and ankles to the corners of the room, face-up, and lifted her off the ground by a belt around her waist, arching her backwards.

Lying down, she would have been merely helpless. But by stretching her in a backwards arch around a thin belt cutting into her back he kept her in a constant state of tension and pain.

She may have been able to endure it if he hadn’t already conducted a full interrogation, but even a Super can reach exhaustion with an hour of continuous arousal followed by half an hour of orgasms while being forced to answer questions.

But not even a tall, fit, big-breasted Heroine in the throws of continuous orgasm had been able to distract the Engineer from his frustrations after she was unable, even in a state of complete delirium, to give him any insights into the nature of the reality of the world they were in.

He hadn’t even fucked her himself.

He fully intended to change that.

As he walked in the door she was side-on to him. He stopped a moment to admire the graceful, strained arch of her torso and limbs and the way he had kept her breasts out of the way by pulling her nipples up, using the rings he had inserted out of habit, pulling them at an exactly calculated angle perpendicular to her chest.

For purposes of symmetry, he had done the same thing to her clit, the thin lines from either end of her body now nicely balanced, the slight stretch on her clitoris sufficient to reduce her to mindless flesh but not cause any unnecessary pain.

She was still sweating and still delirious, body shivering as the piercings kept her at a level of arousal that should not, physiologically, have been possible even for a Heroine for so long.

He strolled slowly around her, relishing the view from all angles as he stepped over the chain holding her right wrist and moved in front of her. For the sake of convenience, he had strung her up so her head and hips were at approximately hip height, and then bought in a chair so he could interrogate her face to upside-down face.

He sat in that chair and regarded her.

The proud, defiant and noble face of the Heroine was now drawn, red, sweat-covered, slack-jawed and with unfocused, staring eyes. He had tied her hair to the floor to keep her head in one spot and it was pulling her forehead taut.

He waved in front of her vacant gaze. “Anybody home?”

Not even her pupils reacted.

With a sigh he took the remote out of his pocket and relaxed the tension on the three lines to her piercings.

She responded surprisingly rapidly, tone returning to her face and her eyes settling, coming together and focusing on him. She tried to speak, but it was a dry rasp.

He bent down for the water bottle by his feet. It was in the shape of a large dildo and the drinker had to suck hard to open the valve.

She already knew what it was and thirst overrode any revulsion she might still have. She opened her mouth wide and he slid it smoothly and with the ease of practice into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed and she drank a litre from the self-filling reservoir before she stopped sucking.

He pulled it out of her mouth. “You were saying?” He asked, politely.

“What do you want with me?” she croaked. “I couldn’t answer any of your questions. What do you still want with me?”

“Well …” he began, then stopped and frowned. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She wasn’t supposed to have reached that point in bargaining, ever. There was a script – near two hundred years had taught him exactly what it was. She was supposed to …

“If it would help at all,” she whispered, “I promise not to attack you if you let me down.”

She was definitely not supposed to say that!

“Who are you?” he snarled, eyes narrowing. “And what have you done with the two-dimensional NPC I left strung up in these chains?”

“I am still Mercura,” she croaked. What is an ‘NPC’? I don’t understand.”

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, opened them to see her staring at him in pain, confusion and something that was definitely resignation. She had given up.

She had given up.

They never give up.

It was a fundamental rule – Heroes never give up, never admit defeat, keep fighting in the face of the most blatant proof they’ve lost, all up until their minds are controlled.

But she had given up.

He leaned forwards in the chair to stare into her eyes, nose to forehead.

“Were you human?” he asked, harshly.

“No,” she gasped. “I was never human. I began here.”

This was becoming hard to take. He’d have to go and fuck one of his maids to recover composure, at this rate.

He took a deep breath. “How old are you?”

“I’m not sure … maybe a year.”

One year? That was far more random than he had guessed.

“When did you have this sudden realisation?” he asked flatly.

“I’m not sure … I just … realised.”

He looked at her, dragging the moment out while trying to sort it through in his head and the look on her face, without the constant stimulation to her clitoris keeping her consciousness suppressed, becoming more and more drawn and stressed.

“What do you want with me?” she asked again, breaking the silence first. “Do you want to fuck me? Let me down and I’ll fuck you.”

He blinked, completely blind-sided. That was far too much like Sable, and unbalanced him for a second too long to maintain his composure.

“You’re a Heroine,” he snarled. “Heroine’s do pure and chaste, they don’t offer to fuck their captors to be let off punishment.”

“Why not?” she gasped, staring him straight in the eye. “You’ve done everything else to me. You’ve tormented me with sex for I don’t know how long. I can’t remember everything you’ve done to me. I got captured two weeks ago and raped and I didn’t enjoy it but you’ve forced me to enjoy this.

“So fuck me. Tie me to a bed if you like. Rape me as much as …”

“STOP!” He held up his hand, shaking a little with a confused mixture of bafflement, the fear of the strange and a murky rage at his assumptions being violated.

He pointed a quivering finger at his face. “You are changing,” he snarled. “You are evolving. You are becoming more intelligent, more self-aware and more reasonable. Soon you will be indistinguishable from actual human. Why are you doing that? HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?”

“I don’t know!” she almost shouted, without the energy to do so properly, tears of frustration adding to the tears of pain in her eyes.

He abruptly lifted the remote, pressed it. The lines attached to her piercings tautened slightly. She moaned, eyes rolling back in her head but consciousness still lingering.

“Ask me again,” he said softly.

“Fuck meeee,” she groaned, body beginning to tremble in the inverted suspension.

“Be specific.”

“Shove your dick in me,” she gasped out. “Fuck my pussy. Please!”

“Beg to suck my cock. Beg to be allowed to suck my cock.”

Body and mind already broken, no amount of self-control could have prevented her from begging to wrap her lips around his head, begging to be allowed to suck him and show him what a good little cock-sucking whore she could be.

Her inventiveness impressed him so much he was convinced she wasn’t trying to deceive him, wasn’t just playing along with her kidnapper.

He slid off the chair into a crouch, ducked underneath her and came up between her legs, spreading his lab coat and pants with practiced ease and efficiency.

He turned off the tension once more and slipped the remote into his pocket before unclipping the line to the ring through her clitoris and flicking the thin cord out of the way.

“Mercura,” he said, mildly. “Are you sure you haven’t ever been fucked and enjoyed it?”

“No,” she whispered, barely audible to where he stood in front of her glistening, spread pussy.

“It feels like this,” he said, still mild, before seizing her hips, lining up and plunging in right to the core of her in one movement.


He pulled back and slammed in, his cock swelling, stretching her, finding her limit in girth and length, filling her as completely as was possible, adjusting his hips and leaning slightly forwards so he slammed into her clitoris every time he bottomed out inside her.

Her body, stretched tight but not locked in position, writhed under his hands as he groped her wide hips, muscular ass and thighs, narrow waist and up to the unnaturally firm globes of her breasts.

He settled into the tireless, superhuman speed and power he could maintain for hours, letting a little precum leak to seep into her bloodstream and make her his, all the while keeping up a running monologue.

“This is what it feels like, and it can feel better. Later on it will feel better. Oh, it’ll take me a long time to finish with you. I’ll fuck your pussy until you cum, and I’ll fuck your ass until you cum, and I’ll fuck your mouth until I cum all over your pretty Super Heroine face and I’ll fuck your tits and drench you with my cum and all the time you’ll be desperate for more, you’ll be begging, you’ll be pleading, because this is what happens to Heroines after I’ve been playing with them for hours.

“You’ll recover, but until then you’ll be mine. You’ll be mine in body and soul and you’ll be my willing fucktoy desperate to do anything I tell you to do, any sordid thing with me and my other toys because I know your body, I know how it works and I know how to make it mine and right now, strung up like meat, you can’t fucking stop me.

“Now cum, bitch.”

He let himself shoot inside her as her scream hit a pitch to shatter glass and her body thrashed in her bonds, clamping around him feeling so good he wondered, as he always did, how a non-Super could ever satisfy him again.

He pulled out of her abruptly, leaving her body desperate for more, his cock sticking grotesquely huge out the front of his pants.

Then he pulled out the remote and lowered her to the ground, the bonds falling away from her limbs and her body as limp as a rag doll.


Arnaud felt himself moved forwards, still bound rigidly upright.

“The thing about having sex while under mental control,” Sable said, her voice dropping from angry to a calculated, meaningful purr that made his skin crawl from the more unmanning fear of the unexpected, “is that you don’t remember it all. It’s hazy, a jumble of sensations, emotions, images and snatches of events.

“The problem with that is, apart from being unsettling and just maybe intensely terrifying, is it’s unsatisfying.

“It’s just not fair if your body has all the fun and you didn’t experience it properly, you know?”

Arnaud could sense her standing right in front of him, not by his powers but by the prickling of his forehead. He could also sense, as adrenalin washed his system and the pressure from the band around his balls did not let up, an involuntary erection.

“Luckily, I have almost everything I need to correct that. And you’re now providing the missing piece very nicely.”

He futilely tried to jerk backwards when he felt her grab his erection but his fear, based in uncertainty and his growing awareness of morality, was being fought by a deeper, more basic excitement and a desire to return to the sex he had only just discovered.

She began slowly massaging his cock a little too hard, a little impersonal, almost mauling it.

“I think, for the good of your further education, you should experience what being a toy feels like.” Her voice dropped further, became a husky whisper that slowly caressed his libido even as it made him instinctively fight to get away. “I think I’m going to take my payment out of you.”

He was hard beyond the point of return now. His body refused to listen to the reservations of his mind, it just wanted stimulation.

He knew she had no power over his mind but that was now a moot point when he didn’t even have power over his own body.

He felt himself moving again, twisting in the air, turning so his sense of gravity became confused and he wasn’t sure where he was until he landed on his bed, face-up.

The bands around his balls and the base of his cock kept him pointing straight upwards.

The bed moved as she slid onto it, shifting and rolling him until he felt her thighs settle around his waist and his bound arms, her naked flesh pushing his into the bed. The sensation was more exciting than he could have expected.

She shifted and he felt her buttocks press around his vertically trapped shaft and begin slowly rubbing up and down. The sensation was silken, intimate, erotic but absolutely maddening because, by touching only the top of his shaft below the head, she avoided all the most sensitive flesh.

She twisted her hips and he felt the dampness on her lips slide over his cock a second before her nipples grazed his chest and her full and firm breasts pressed him against the bed.

“You used me entirely for your experience,” she whispered, so close her breath tickled his nose. “So I’m going to use you entirely for my pleasure. You’re my toy now until I’m satisfied. You bound my mind so I will bind your body. You won’t get to cum until I’m good and ready to let you, and since I don’t have powers of mind control, I may just have to use pain instead.”

He suddenly felt pressure against his anus, tried to jerk away again but could do nothing as it slowly built, something round pressing against him until, no matter how hard he desperately clenched, it forced inside him. He whimpered, the sense of violation jarring violently with the remembered image, from her mind, of how good this intrusion could feel.

He throbbed even harder.

“Feel that?” she purred, her breath tickling his face. “Just like Supers and their machines keep doing to me. It’s such a pity you can’t feel yourself being invaded front as well as back.”

The pressure in his arse grew and he felt the thing slide inside until it passed where he had nerve endings and kept moving. It stretched him until he whimpered in pain and then stopped. His cock was now throbbing constantly.

She slowly licked his face, sliding her tongue up one cheek from his jawline to over the band around his eyes. He whimpered again.

She moved, her flesh suddenly no longer pressing against his cock, leaping athletically up the bed, landing with her calves pressing against his shoulders. He could smell her suddenly, a sharp musk more intense and arousing than the mere scent of her skin.

“Open wide,” she said from far above him. “I know you know how.”

He did know, from flesh memories filtered murkily through how badly her mind had been destroyed at the time.

He opened his mouth and felt her move, lower herself onto him.

His first taste of her awoke second-hand memories in his mind and instincts in his body. He suddenly craved her, began licking and sucking on her lips, finding her entrance with his tongue and forcing his way inside her as she purred and gasped above him.

“I don’t know what it is,” she gasped, “about revenge that is … oh! … So FUCKING HOT!”

She grabbed his hair, forced his head up. His tongue slid out of her and along, finding a hard, protruding nub that made her shake and exhale violently when he traced its outline.

She crushed his mouth against her with both hands, making it difficult for him to breath as he desperately laved her until she shuddered violently, let out a long groan and wet his face.

The taste of her cum was new and exciting, and when she released him he started licking it off his chin until her fingers trapped his tongue.

“Leave some for me,” she purred, before her weight shifted again, he felt her roll sideways, twist and stretch to lie alongside him, not touching his now painful genitals before slowly licking his chin clean, lingering on every stroke of her tongue.

She sucked on his chin, then slid higher up and kissed him harshly. He eagerly returned the kiss until her thumb forced his jaw wide open and she explored inside his mouth with her tongue, still tasting of her own juices.

When she pulled back he had to gasp for air.

He felt her slither down his body, her skin sliding over his with skin-crawling eroticism, until he knew without feeling it that her mouth was next to his groin.

When her lips engulfed the head of his now painfully hard cock an uncontrollable shiver went through every cell of his body, making the skin on his head crawl.

She effortlessly slid further down, sliding him through the warm hollow of her mouth to the snug wetness of her throat and down, sheathing him inside her tight oesophagus. The sensations, as she slowly slid him in and out, sucking a little when just his head was behind her lips and then swallowing him back down again, made his nerves scream, a strangled gasp of half pleasure, half pain, all desperate frustration bursting from him.

She pulled off, leaving him aching for more and the bands around the base of his cock allowing him no closer to release.

“Have to get you properly lubricated,” she purred, the bed shifting as she moved and positioned herself. He whimpered behind his blindfold, knowing exactly what she meant, before her nether lips pushed down onto his head and she slowly impaled herself upon him.

She squeezed as she lowered herself, forcing her flesh around him, squeezing his head. The sensations from his cock were now fire and ice, his whole body alive and aroused but burning. He opened his mouth to scream and she plugged it with a short, thick gag that forced itself to the back of his throat. He took it without gagging, the memories from her head telling him how.

She purred as she settled herself fully onto him. He could feel the entrance to her womb deep inside her. She moved, pressing and rubbing him at her limit, gasping in pleasure as he tried to scream around the gag.

She began to ride him, pressing her palms into his chest to support her, breathing heavily, fucking herself on him as hard and as fast as a Super could, a searing ribbon of pain from his oversensitive cock only adding to his body’s lust.

Her breathing turned to gasps. Inside his head, curled around himself while his body was wracked by sensation, he was begging her to finish, to climax, to stop torturing him.

Her pussy around him clenched even harder, pure agony making his nipples stand up like bullets and his balls clench futilely, full of cum they couldn’t release.

She began shouting, urging herself on, moving in a blur of speed until she spasmed around him, squeezing his shaft so hard he nearly blacked out, her cum squirting out even from that seal, soaking his belly and thighs, his ears assaulted by the shriek of a Super in absolute, dominant ecstasy.

She fell onto him when she came off her peak, hungrily sucking and licking the sweat off his face, almost eating his flesh.

She lifted herself off his still impossibly rigid shaft, shuddering with delight as it slowly left cunt while he almost wept with relief.

He felt her lie down next to him, her leg thrown over his, her breasts pressing into his side as she lightly tickled his chest.

“Was that too much for you?” she purred into his ear, breath tickling him. “I had to last three hours of that torment once. Don’t tell me you big, strong men are weaker than us soft women?”

She began loosening the bands around his cock and his balls, very slowly, his nerves not capable of registering a small change they were so drained.

“I guess the rules are that every torture ends with the victim cumming, hmmm? So I guess I’ll have to make you cum, then, won’t I?”

He almost quailed from that, terrified of what it would feel like when he was finally allowed release.

Blood began to flow more freely in and out of his shaft, bringing the same sort of blessed relief as severe pins and needles bring to a cramped limb, but on a scale of a hundredfold.

“The question is,” she continued, her fingers softly running over where his chest was bare between his bonds, deftly avoiding his nipples, “is how.” She tweaked one nipple, sharply, the pain a muted, pleasurable spike to his libido after the torture from his groin.

“I really don’t want to do you any favours if you’re my prisoner, now do I?” She grabbed his nipple and stretched and twisted brutally, blood surging back into his cock, a pulse so close to cumming running through it.

“After all, little fuck-toys get used, they don’t get pleasured, am I right?” She switched to his other nipple, crimping it between her fingernails, stretching until his skin would stretch no more and then releasing it with a sharp snap. The sensation felt as good to his cock as her lips had.

He felt himself turned, rotated as if on a spit, facing away from her. The plug in his arse, which had faded into inconsequentiality, suddenly came back to sharp prominence in his mind.

She pressed up against him, breasts pillowing against his back, hard thighs against his, hips against his buttocks, and the plug shifted.

“I’ve always wanted to use a strap-on,” she purred into his suddenly newly terrified ear, “but I never liked girls. Which was always a dilemma, until now.”

She flexed her hips, and the plug inside him moved, stretching and rubbing his anus. He was still wearing the dildo gag and couldn’t whimper, but he tried anyway.

“Do you know your G-spot is inside your arse?” she asked him, chattily. “It’s true. Right up with your prostate.”

She began pumping her hips, fucking him with what was clearly a longer and thicker shaft than a mere plug.

He tried to squirm away but despite her distractions his bonds did not give a millimetre.

She buried the dildo inside him and wriggled her hips. He could only feel it at his entrance, but that was more than enough. His traitorous cock began to pulse, without touching anything but the air.

She lined herself up and began a long, slow, in-and-out stroke. “I was never quite sure what men saw in this,” she said, still friendly and chatty. “They always seemed to want to shove things in my arse. But you know, I can see the attraction of this. There’s such a great sense of power about fucking you from behind.”

She punctuated her last word by slamming deep inside him, tears of humiliation squeezing out of his eyes.

“Don’t try and tell me you don’t like this,” she purred into his ear. “I can see you twitch.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, deeply ashamed. It was true. His cock was throbbing demandingly, was slowly building towards cumming, desperate for any sort of touch, even the sheets on the bed, but denied everything. The only stimulation was to his arse and deep inside it.

“I always wondered what it was like to fuck someone this hard,” she said with teeth in her voice, slowly pumping harder and faster into his arse. “I’ve always been on the receiving end.”

She was slamming into him now, bruising him, her hips slapping his buttocks so fast the sounds almost merged into one continuous noise, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge of cumming.

“It feels,” she ended, a tigerish grin in her words, “FUCKING FANTASTIC.”

He came, spurting so violently he sprayed over the edge of the bed and halfway to the wall, pumping out cum as she continued to fuck him, only his last spurts landing on the bed.


The Engineer carried Mercura to his bedroom in a reverse of the traditional fireman’s carry, head first, her lips stretched hungrily over the top half of his cock, every step making her bounce on her pneumatic boobs against his belly, fellating him without any effort from her exhausted body and glazed mind.

Siobhan was standing to attention by his door and licked her lips as they passed. He ignored her, so she began idly frigging herself when the door closed between them.

The Engineer marched up to his bed and flipped Mercura up and over and onto it, dropping her sprawled with her feet up towards the pillows, her shoulders on the edge, her head hanging over the edge, her lips not moving from his cock.

He began rocking his hips to slide a few inches in and out of her mouth as he stripped to the waist, then he leant forwards and grabbed her breasts, the hard piercings and her almost as hard nipples pressing into his palms as he put almost his entire weight on them and slid all the way into her throat until she was suffocated by his balls.

She took her first ever deep-throat with ease, even though her lips and her throat were stretched to accommodate his girth. He couldn’t remember if he had ever met a single woman in this world who had a gag reflex. Or, for that matter, a hymen.

Her body began twitching from lack of oxygen before he pulled back and opened her nose again, slowly fucking her throat as he leant hard enough on her breasts to lift his heels off the ground.

Her hips began twitching in involuntary fucking motions before he pulled back, left just his head inside her lips, said “Swallow all of it,” and came, pouring a gallon into her mouth, her throat opening and accepting it like a speed drinker, closing to swallow convulsively only as the stream slowed into a trickle.

He stepped back and ripped off his pants, kicking off his boots as she gasped for air, mouth slackly open, face flushed and sweaty hair reaching the ground.

With one movement he leapt onto the bed and twisted, landing straddling her, cock slapping against her belly. He pushed himself up, grabbed her torso and pulled her underneath him so her head lay on the bed, staring up at him so doped on his cum her eyes barely reacted when he put himself right in her line of sight.

“Where you serious about being prepared to fuck me?” he asked evenly.

“Yes Master,” she croaked, her throat now lubricated but still too drained to talk properly.


“I wanted … to bargain.”

“Would you have tried to defeat me?”

“I would have … kept my word.”

He stared at her, completely nonplussed.

Sable had been genuinely happy to have sex for the sake of having sex. His maids had been lifestyle submissives looking for a live-in Master. Felony had been looking for a good time. Every woman in this world had either resisted sex or welcomed it. Now Mercura said she would have accepted it because she thought she had to?

He had spent several weeks now watching his assumptions, his knowledge, his comfortable and well-worked out sets of rules crumble around him, culminating in finding Mercura growing and evolving as a sentient entity almost as he watched.

Now the Heroine’s use of sex as merely another bargaining tool – possibly the most human thing any non-human inhabitant of this world had ever done – made him feel suddenly and irresistibly angry.

He slid down her body far enough to line up at her entrance and shoved into her in one violent movement, shouting with rage as he did so.

His girth and her muscles made it a fight but one he was equal to. She screamed with pure pleasure, arching up underneath him, lifting them both off the bed and lifting them higher when, bottoming out, he drove her piercing ring into her clitoris.

He fucked her brutally, driven by a passion that completely overrode his normal calculating enjoyment.

She found the energy to scream in ecstasy over and over again, every time he slammed into her, jolting her up the bed and driving the air from her lungs. Her body was still too weak to wrap her limbs around him so her legs convulsed on the bed and her fingers clawed into the bedclothes.

Her pure enjoyment made him angrier, made him double his efforts, plunging into her so hard every time it would have shattered a non-Super’s pelvis, crushing her clitoris with its piercing, the mind-robbing lust from it joining the explosion from her whole cunt to make every cell in her body seem to explode.

He started crying, soundlessly, not letting up his fucking as his rage began burning itself out in her eagerly receptive body.

She screamed in prolonged orgasm three times before, feeling drained and hollow, he came deep inside her at the entrance to her womb, the most unsatisfying ejaculation he could remember, and collapsed on top of her.


Sable had let him go after she had dressed, and ordered him to get dressed immediately.

He was learning – he was very carefully not looking at her face, although she wasn’t sure if it was the best solution since it meant he spent a lot of time looking at her cleavage instead, and it kept distracting him.

“How many other … Supers are there?”

“In the world? I don’t think anyone knows. In this city? I’m not sure. I’ve met five or six Villains, I’ve met three Heroes, I think, and I’ve no idea how many there actually are. I haven’t had time to try and do any sort of census yet.”

He frowned, confused. “You tell me I am human, not Villain, but …”

She cut him off, sighing. “You are unique. I am … not quite unique. We are both different to every other Super in this city, and almost all the other Supers in the world. I used to be human. You are new and you are … less defined, more flexible. You know you are new, and you have the capacity for growth. They, so far, have … Actually not no capacity for growth, but …

“Ah, fuck it. Look: The Supers in this city, Heroes and Villains both, have grown since I arrived, but they grew in very predictable, very similar ways. Heroes and Villains did not blur the lines, they did not muddy the waters, they did not start overlapping. They become more complex stereotypes, but they are, all of them, still stereotypes.

“That is what I am warning you against, do you see?”

He was silent for a moment, frowning. “I … think so. What do I do now?”

She smiled, faintly. “You can start by making us more coffee. The first lot got cold.”


The Engineer lay on top of the limp Mercura until he got his breath back then, with a sudden feeling of self-loathing, twisted to pull out of her and throw himself sideways, landing on his back and lying without touching her.

As soon as his shrinking cock left her deliciously sore vagina, Mercura’s eyes began to clear, tone returning to her face and her Super powers of rejuvenation giving her back speech and fine motor coordination.

She rolled her head to look at him, lifting an eyebrow in surprise at the look of bleakness on his face.

He detected her movement, knew it signified a recovery more rapid than she should have been capable of, but no longer had the energy to be offended or even surprised by the fact. It now seemed perfectly normal. He would deal with complexities later.

He made a complicated gesture with one hand in the air, a gesture detected by a small camera in the corner of the room, interpreted by his house computer and relayed to the kitchen where Catherine put down her copy of The Ages of Lulu, picked up a pre-prepared tray, and walked briskly out past the hot water tap on the Engineer’s rococco espresso machine.

When she walked in, she automatically licked her lips at the sight of the two Supers, sweat-sheened and exhausted, sprawled across the bed. She was surprised when Mercura rolled her head backwards to see her, lifting an eyebrow at her costume and then rolled tiredly over to be able to take the drink Catherine offered her.

The maid moved from surprise to concern when she saw the listless, depressed look on her Master’s face and went sideways to shock when Mercura, with no hint of mental submissiveness, dismissed the maid as sexually uninteresting and gave the Engineer a calculating look.

Catherine retreated, burning with questions and desperately keeping her place by not asking any of them.

She stopped outside the door, giving the slightly dishevelled Siobhan, who had heard the entire session, a look that snapped the brunette out of her quiet self-satisfaction.

“Who the hell has he got?” Catherine asked, uselessly.

Inside the room Mercura, gulping orange juice to moisten her throat, kept steadily looking at the Engineer’s face and let the silence drag out until she no longer felt parched.

“I wouldn’t like to think it was me making you feel like that.”

He rewarded the joke with a short, harsh laugh. “You are now human,” he said flatly.

She frowned. “I told you …”

“You are NOW human,” he emphasised. “You hadn’t lived before this world, you weren’t reborn as I was, you were as complicated as a character in a movie but you are now human. Somehow, somewhy, your mind evolved.”

She tried to digest that and failed.

He detected her frown even without looking at her, and smiled bitterly. “Now,” he said, “you may imagine some of what I have been feeling.”

She mentally backtracked over the conversation. “What do you mean I was as complicated as a movie character?”

“You lived to a script. You didn’t learn, or adapt, or move outside the narrow confines of that script. You displayed a morality as complicated as a children’s book. You weren’t autonomous. You were a character.”

She opened her mouth for a reflex angry response, and managed to stop herself. And think. And light slowly dawned.

“Okaaay,” she said, slowly, as memories came flooding in. “I …”

She hurled her glass across the room and twisted to sit bolt upright on the bed, the room lights glinting off the large chromed rings in her nipples as she glared at him. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

Authors note: some quick hits. This chapter marks my 50th story on Literotica. I couldn’t have timed it better as this one ends with a bang. Also a huge thank you to author Sydney Blake (How to save a life. The hottest romance series on lit!Check it out for yourselves)for doing a lights out job editing this chapter.As for my dedication: This reader has always stayed anonymous, but has commented many times and e-mailed me as well. He is by far my biggest Megan hater so on that note, this chapter is for “sparekeys”. As for this chapter itself. SWB is a pretty grim story, and honestly not nearly as popular as some of the stroke series that are currently running right now. I am fine with that. From day one this has been my story written my way. Now that I am getting near the end, not only am I going to continue that, but am going to rev it up. The remaining chapters will not be heavy on erotica, but will be heavy in general. If you are a sensitive sort, brace yourself. For the next three chapters, ladies and gentlemen, the gloves are off. As always thank you for reading! Lovecraft68


I sat in the back of the cab with my head down, using my long black hair to cover most of my face and the fact that I was crying. I’d managed to hold it back during the ten minute walk from Mark’s office to the Biltmore. I needed a taxi and they were always circling the hotel, and this way I didn’t have to wait in front of his building for one. It hadn’t been easy holding it together, but I was getting enough looks as it was in my current ensemble. Had I started crying, people would have thought I was some distraught, strung out prostitute. Not that I hadn’t had some experience with that particular situation back in the day, but I would never want it thought of me again.

Within a minute of reaching the hotel, I flagged down the cab. I noticed the driver passed an older couple and a guy in a suit so he could pick me up. I got in and gave him my mother’s address. The driver, a big greasy looking guy in his fifties, took one look at me and asked, “How you gonna pay for this?”

I rolled my eyes. Under different circumstances, I would have told him to go fuck himself and gotten out. Right now, however, all I cared about was getting back to my parents’ house so I could hide in my old bedroom and cry. I reached into my purse and pulled out a hundred dollar bill and showed it to him.

He smirked, “Business must be good.”

I smirked back, “It always will be because there are always fat, ugly men who can only get laid if they pay for it.”He gave me a dirty look, but put the cab in gear and quickly pulled into traffic. I caught a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror and winced. So much for trying to not look like a mess; I had already been crying at Mark’s office, and my allegedly waterproof mascara had run in black streaks down my face. My good old manic panic Goth foundation had held up, however, so I now looked like a sick, sad clown straight out of a Marilyn Manson video.

Sliding over to the right corner of the seat, I let my head drop, my hair fall over my face, and my tears flow. I was devastated and confused. What had just hit me the last two hours? My father, the pictures, Mark’s lies to save me. As if that wasn’t enough to take in, Mark put me on the spot. I did love him. I knew that now. Not that I should have needed my brother’s sacrifice to make me realize that. Those feelings had been there for years I had just pushed them aside, telling myself I would ruin my brother, and pretending the feelings weren’t there. This time around, Mark took all my excuses away from me. He pointed out that I was sober, successful, and, most of all, he told me how he felt. My mind was still reeling. How, exactly, did my brother think we could pull this off?

I told him I loved him, sort of, by simply saying yes. Had I just kept my big mouth shut, we might have been able to sit down and talk things through, like we had planned. Instead, I put a fatal “but” in there, and my exhausted, emotionally spent brother did what he always did when he was hurt, he lost it

I did my best not to react to his rage. My brother had been through a lot in the last year, and I had not been there for him. As much as the Winthrop trial had helped his career, it had taken everything else from him. Mark had tears in his eyes as he numbly told me how my father told him no one ever wanted him. I now knew why he was avoiding Mom, and it was wrong; she loved Mark dearly. Unfortunately, I knew too well that feeling of being unwanted, of knowing that no matter how good life was now, that we had been given away, as if we were unwanted pets. For my brother, who had already been dealing with the heartache of missing his chance to be with me back then, hearing those things from Dad caused him to believe them.

I was also struck with guilt, hearing how badly he missed me, and how he so desperately wanted to be with me. I’ve never regretted moving to Chicago. I would not have achieved as much surrounded by nothing but painful memories. But in leaving all that pain, I left behind the best part of my life. Mark, who, of course, told me to go ahead and do what was best for me. Had I not been the selfish bitch he had rightly accused me of being, it would have occurred to me that sometimes, Mark said things because he felt it was what I wanted to hear, not because it was how he really felt.

So as Mark got more and more wound up, I just sat there and listened, trying to wait for an opening. That is, until he started really going off the deep end and talking about us fucking others and ending it by throwing my words from twenty years ago in my face: “We’re not for all the time.”

I wanted to tell him that I was in love with him, but he got me rattled. All I could think of was my journal entry when I had ‘given’ him to Cynthia so he wouldn’t know how I felt. I said the word ‘was’ and Mark turned lawyer on me, treating me like a witness he had just crossed up. If Mark had been rational he would have heard the emotion in my voice and realized that I was still in love with him, but he was too far gone. When I tried to tell him he had told me to fuck myself. I was stunned; short of a couple of times when I had been wasted Mark had never spoken in that tone to me.

Before I could get anything out Mark had simply looked me in the eye and told me to leave. I had felt my own anger rising, but seeing the raw pain in my brother’s eyes stopped me from making things even worse. I tried to tell myself he didn’t mean it, that he would calm down and we could talk. I told myself that when we did I would simply tell him how much I loved him, take him in my arms and let him feel how much I did. We would still need to figure some things out but I needed him to at least know he was loved.

Sadly, I never got the chance. He stared out his office window while I sat there crying softly, hoping he would calm down and come back and hold me. No, that was the kind of thought, that made Mark seem right. When he came to me, I would hold him. After several minutes however, without turning around to look at me, Mark asked, “Why are you still here?”He spoke softly, but there was something in his tone that told me it was over. There would be no apologies, no making this right.

Standing up, I let out a sob, and as I did, Mark shook his head disgustedly. On that note, I turned to leave, when it occurred to me that I was going to take his car. Normally, Mark always took me back to the airport, but obviously this time would be different. Taking his keys from my purse, I tossed them on his desk so that he would hear them. When he still didn’t turn around, I felt my temper flare at being dismissed like a child, but I was smart enough to simply turn and storm out of his office.

Now sitting here in the cab it hit me that this had been my own fault, Mark had warned me that something’s were better left unsaid, but I had pushed. I took a deep breath and seeing that we were already at the exit for my parent’s house I tried to pull myself together. I had no doubt Mom and Dad were both home, and I had no idea how I was going to get past them to go upstairs to my room.

As we pulled up to the house I saw that as I had feared both cars were there. I paid the fare, then stood on the sidewalk for a minute staring at the house. If I went through the front, I might run into Dad. I had no idea how I could look him in the eye right now, knowing what he had seen. Not only that, but knowing that, in his mind, it was over, while in reality, I had just fucked my brother in his office not two hours ago.

This made my heart sink; Mark seemed to think no one would ever find out about us. I disagreed, but even if he was right, and we could pull it off, I would need to tell my parents. I could not lie to them for the rest of my life. Mark, by his own admission, had made this even more difficult by lying to my father. The cat had been out of the bag last year. Had I been around, I would have come clean and admitted that we had been and still were lovers. I would have taken whatever repercussions there were. Who knows? Maybe that would have brought Mark and me close back then. No. I was with Laura, and believed I was in love.

With a sigh I walked along the side of the house. I would take my chances with my mother. I reached the back, and taking a deep breath entered through the back door. Feeling like I was back in my teenage years and sneaking in after curfew, I stood in the small hallway listening at the door that led into the kitchen. I didn’t hear Mom’s small TV going and, opening the door entered the kitchen. To my relief it was empty. Once again, just as when I was teenager, I slipped my heels off and quickly made my way towards the stairs that led upstairs. I didn’t have a car and my parents would never know I was there. I had made it half way to the door when Mom’s voice stopped me cold.


I didn’t answer right away. I just stopped and let my head slump down, as if I were that teenager who had just gotten caught. I heard Mom coming up behind me and with a resigned sigh, I turned to face her.

“Megan, why are you…” Mom stopped when she saw my face. “Honey, you’re crying! What’s wrong?”

“I…” I stopped, unsure of what I was going to say.

“And why are you dressed like that?” Mom asked, looking me up and down. “Well I…”

I had nothing. The events of the day had left me completely drained. I tried to push my exhausted mind to come up with yet another lie to my mother, but the well was empty. I started to try to say something about a date but what came out was a sob as my emotions finally overwhelmed me.

“Come here honey!”

Mom immediately came over, reached up and put her arms around me. Feeling foolish but unable to help myself, I put my head down on her shoulder and started crying, not just the tears that had been trickling on and off since I had left Mark, but full, gut-wrenching sobs. Mom didn’t say a word, just held me and gently rubbed my back.

Even as I continued to let myself go, I could feel that old familiar comfort of my mother’s embrace. In the midst of my despair, I remembered how many years I denied myself this embrace, denied my mother the chance to help her daughter.

My sobs increased as I pictured my brother alone in his office, with no one to be there for him. I knew by now Mark’s rage was gone and that he was as upset as I was. I could feel my brother’s loneliness, as if it were my own, because for years it had been.

When my sobs finally died down, to just the occasional embarrassing hiccup, Mom stepped back from me, and, taking my hand, led me over to the kitchen table.”Sit down and talk to me”

I allowed myself to be led and after I sat down, Mom walked over to the sink. I heard the water, and when she came back, she had a small, wet towel in her hand. Without a word, Mom took my chin in her hand and started wiping off my face. I tried to pull away, but Mom just smiled and told me to stop fidgeting. I stopped moving and closed my eyes as Mom pressed the warm towel to them, gently dabbing at my ruined mascara. As I sat there, letting Mom wash my face like she did when I was a little girl, I felt myself beginning to calm down somewhat. As always, Mom had a way of making even the worst things seem a little better. When she was finished, I opened my eyes.

Smiling, Mom said, “Now there’s my beautiful girl!”

I couldn’t help but smile a little at that, which caused Mom’s smile to widen. She turned and, after tossing the towel in the sink, went over to the fridge. Coming back to the table, Mom handed me a bottle of water and sat down across from me.

“Really, Megan, I don’t know why you cover yourself in that Elvira make up. You’re pale as it is, and it covers up how pretty you really are.”

“Just part of the persona, I guess,” I told her with a shrug. “Megan Decosta, the underground artist, wouldn’t wear pink blush and a pony tail.”

“Well, if you were at a showing, I could see that,” Mom said, nodding. “But today?”

Mom was quiet for a minute as she waited for me to respond. Although I felt a little better my mind was still locked up and I had no idea what I was going to tell her.

“Megan, why are you so upset?” she asked. “And really, why the hell are you dressed like that?” She shook her head. “You didn’t leave the house like that.”

I laughed to myself as this really was becoming a teenage flashback. Leaving Mom’s in a jeans and a t-shirt, only to go to Betty’s and change into something trashy. Looking at Mom and still having nothing, I simply went with a version of the truth.

“I…I had a lunch date.”

“Dressed like that?” Mom asked, pointing at my chest.

Looking down I saw that the top two buttons of my blouse were undone and the red corset plainly visible.

“You must have been expecting it to be a great first date!”

“No, I…” I sighed and let a little more truth come out. “It wasn’t a first date, I… I’ve seen this person before.”


“Yeah,” I hesitated then, picturing my brother said, “I’ve known him for years, and whenever I come up here, if I’m not with someone, we get together.”

“Oh,” Mom said. “So is he a, what do they call it? A friend with benefits?”

Continuing with the half truths I answered.

“More like an old flame.”

“Oh, I see.” She nodded. “Trying to get over Laura?”

I looked at my mother, and for a moment felt a desperate urge to tell her. To simply blurt it out, that I thought I was in love with Mark. Tell her that he loved me and wanted us to be together. As I sat there I could feel the urge growing stronger, the desire to get twenty years worth of lies off of my chest, to ease that guilt, and to maybe even get some help on what the hell to do. Mom was looking at me calmly waiting for me to speak and the urge began to fade. In the end if there was to be no future for my brother and me, which is how it was looking at the moment, why would I want to do that? Go through all of the repercussions for nothing. Still, maybe my mother could help me.

“Mom, what would you do if you loved someone that you shouldn’t?”

Mom looked at me for a moment before answering.

“Well what do you mean by shouldn’t? Are they married?”

“Well no.”

“Well hon, I’m confused,” She began. “If they’re not married, and considering you…”She paused, trying to find the right words. “Since you have no problem with either a man or a woman, I don’t see why else you shouldn’t love someone.”

“I…” It was my turn to try to pick my words. “It’s just complicated, Mom it’s more like who it is, could cause some problems.”

Mom leaned back in the chair and seemed to be thinking. I felt myself getting worried, wondering if in reality, I was all but telling her who it was. No, now I was just being nervous. Mom, nor anyone else, for that matter, would suspect that I was closer than I should be with my brother.

“Before I say anything, I am not sure I understand, I mean you just broke up with Laura not two weeks ago, and now you’re asking me about…”

Mom trailed off, then giving me a slight smile, asked, “Honey, have you been in love with this person all along?”

“I…” I stopped, as I once again felt this conversation could end up being too revealing. But, then again, I was at least getting the chance to talk about it. “I think maybe…” I put my head down. “Yes.”

“So I guess what I said about you seeming as if you were waiting for something was close to the mark after all,” Mom said, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess so.”It’s not Tommy is it?” Mom asked.

“No, of course not!” I exclaimed. “Tommy’s married!”

“Well, you said it’s someone you’re not supposed to be with,” she said, spreading her arms out. “Plus, you said old flame. I mean, the two of you were engaged at one point.”

“It’s not Tommy, it’s,” I sighed. “Someone you don’t know about.”

Mom nodded and went on. “So does this person feel the same way?”

“I…” I swallowed hard as I told myself to end this now, but so badly needed to try to talk about it. “That’s what we tried to talk about over lunch.”

“I see that it didn’t go well.” Mom said. “So he doesn’t feel…”

“Actually ” I cut her off. “They do feel that way; I’m the one who…” I shrugged. “Same old me, I just can’t seem to make it that easy.” I looked at her. “I think I’m in love with him.”

“Ahhh, so at least I know it’s a him now.”

“But there are so many buts” I told her, feeling myself getting worked up again. “It could cause problems, and mostly for him…”

“Does he care?” Mom asked.

“Well… no but…”

“Then why should you?”

I stopped. That answer made it sound so simple. In most situations, it would be the right one, but Mom had no idea who I was talking about.

“Megan have you told him you love him?”

“Sort of,” I said softly. “That’s how the fight started. I just can’t…”"But you do.”

“Yes.” I nodded as much to myself as to her. “I do but…”

“You say that word a lot” she laughed. “Funny how years ago you were so impulsive, now you play it so safe.”


I frowned. I did not see myself as a safe type of person. Then again, I had to admit that once more, Mom was right. Program had taught me to be careful, to think everything through, lest I put myself in a bad situation. I was safe, and my brother, who had spent his entire life planning and scheming six moves in advance, had thrown caution to the wind.

“Megan listen,” Mom cut into my thoughts. “I don’t have a lot of experience myself with this subject, “Mom leaned forward and gave me a small grin.

“But,” she emphasized the word causing me to roll my eyes, “I’ve seen a lot over the years, and unrequited love is a tough thing.”

“Well, it’s not really unrequited,” I pointed out. “I did kind of…”

“Megan, until you have point blank looked each other in the eye and said ‘I love you’ with no room for interpretation, then it is unrequited, understand?”

As I nodded, I heard my brother’s voice in my head from Saturday night. “Megan, I love you, I love you so much.” The best I had come up with today was ‘Yes’ and ‘I was in love.

“The thing about it, Megan,” Mom continued. “Is that if you never acknowledge that love, then it becomes unfair to a lot of people.”"It’s unfair to the person you truly love, as they will never know it, and it’s unfair to people like Laura.” As she continued, Mom was looking directly into my eyes. “They become casualties, Go-betweens, while you try to give your heart to someone other than who you truly want to give it to.” She pointed at me.

“And of course, hon, it’s unfair to you, as well. You’ll spend your entire life never feeling whole and always wondering what could have been.”

“B…” I caught myself. “What if it doesn’t work, then what?”

“Then you move on At that point, you’ll have gone after your heart’s desire, found out it wasn’t meant to be, and now the next time you meet someone like Laura, you will be open for it to work.”

I was silent as again I heard Mark in my head, this time explaining how he had set Samantha free in order to know once and for all if I was his true love.

“So if I were you Megan, I would tell them how you feel and let all the other stuff work itself out.” Mom smiled. “You’d be surprised how easily things can fall into place when your heart’s where it belongs.”

“Yeah well, I think I lost the chance.” I told her sadly.

“Honey, if you didn’t really say it, then it’s never too late to do that. Trust me no matter how upset you may have made him, hearing those words from you will make it all better.”

I…” I shook my head. “It’s too late for now Mom, it got pretty ugly and,” I put my hands up. “I have to leave at six; I can’t miss the meeting with Walsh.”

Mom frowned, and I had the feeling she did not agree with what I had just said. A moment later she proved me right.

“Money isn’t everything Megan,” she shook her head sadly. “Look at Mark, he put his name on the map the way you’re hoping to be and he’s miserable.”

Reaching across the table she took my hand.

“I know it’s not easy honey, love is the best feeling in the world, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t take work. If you feel you blew it, and need to go back home then go ahead.” She shrugged. “You said this has been going on awhile, maybe there will be another time.”

“I…I don’t think so.” I whispered as I felt the tears start to trickle from my eyes again. “He… pushed me for an answer Mom and I…”

I stopped as I knew if I kept going the sobs would come back. Mom had in essence said everything my brother had, why was I the only one who didn’t get it? Was I that broken? Was Mark right? That I really didn’t know how to be happy? Mom squeezed my hand then standing, came around the table and hugged me from behind. As she did I felt her touch the locket she had given me, reaching up I held her hand to it, pressing my own over it.

“I love you Mom.” I said softly.

“I love you too Megan.” Mom said in my ear. “Listen honey, things didn’t go well today, but you never know what can happen. For now though things are what they are. You’re upset and exhausted.” Mom turned her head and kissed me on the cheek.

“It’s only three, why don’t you go upstairs and lie down for a couple of hours. I’ll get you up at five.”

“Okay.” I doubted I would sleep, but a couple of hours alone would hopefully help me get myself together. After all I had a name to make for myself. I felt the tears flow more as I heard Mark’s last remark; “Go take care of yourself; it’s what you do best.”

Mom let go of me and I slowly stood up to head upstairs. As I passed Mom, she asked;

“What time is Mark picking you up for the airport?”

“He’s not.” I said quietly

“Really? He always does.”

“Yeah well he’s kind of busy, tying things up at work.” I sighed. “I…I was hoping you guys would take me.”

“Of course we will honey.” Mom frowned. “You know you said yesterday you had a fight with Mark, things okay with you two?”

I nodded

“Yeah, like I said he’s busy.” I started to walk away and stopped again. “Oh by the way he promised he was going to call you tomorrow and see if you wanted to go to dinner.”

“With no prompting from his big sister of course!” Mom laughed.

“Of course not.” I said giving her a pathetic attempt at a smile and hoping Mark would follow through on his promise that he would.

“Yeah well I won’t hold my breath.” Mom said then reaching up and wiping the tears from my cheek said;

“Go get some rest honey.”

I entered my old bedroom and noticed that Mom had picked up after me. All the clothes I had tossed around had been washed, folded and put into my suitcase, which was sitting open on the foot of the bed. I dropped my heels on the bed next to the suitcase, and then quickly peeled out of the corset and mini skirt.

As I took the corset off, I looked in the mirror, and shook my head at the silver chain running across my tits and down and around my waist. It had been a nice surprise for a little while, anyway. I fumbled with the clasps, my trembling fingers causing me to make several attempts, and removing the chain walked over to put it into the small compartment built into the top of the suitcase. The room was not as hot as it had been, and reaching into the suitcase I pulled out a plain black t-shirt.

I closed the suitcase, put it on the floor, and closed the blinds so I could lie down. I probably wouldn’t sleep, but at least I might rest. I went to pull the covers down, and I froze. The journal was on my pillow. There was a note attached, a post-it from Mom. I switched on the lamp so I could read it.

Megan, found this on the floor and wasn’t sure if you wanted it or not. If not just toss it back in the box.

Toss it was exactly what I wanted to do, but right in the trash where it couldn’t be found. With my luck, Mom would take that box to a church bizarre, and some Latin student would find it and get his rocks off.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I put the top half on the nightstand. It hadn’t all been bad; there were some sweet memories in there. I found myself thinking of my entry about that rainy Saturday morning when my brother and I had felt more between us. All those years, had they been wasted? Or would we have ended up doing more harm to each other than good back then?

Shaking my head, I picked up the second half of the journal. My intention was to put it on the nightstand as well. Instead, I held onto it and caught myself staring at the black ribbon marking my last entries. I wrote most of it while in New York and had finished it while staying at Mark’s and my parents before entering rehab for the last time.

I started a new journal in rehab, and had vowed to never read about those dark days again. In fact, had I known this book was still floating around, when I got out; I would have burned it in a ceremony to rid myself of it and those painful memories.

I started to put it down, but, as if it had a will of its own, my arm stopped. I thought back to earlier, when Mark made that ‘big girl’ crack. I had taken him up on it and gotten a lot more than I had bargained for. The ‘be careful of what you wish for’, expression at its finest. As I continued to stare at the half of a book in my hand, my heart started to pound. I had gotten in my brother’s face and yelled at him about how I was no longer that weak, needy person anymore, that I could handle both my past and my present.

Still, did I need this? There was nothing but heartache in those pages, the culmination of ten years of addiction, when things had gotten so bad that it caused my brother and me to turn on each other. There was no reason to do this to myself.

Yet my arm still moved no farther. I narrowed my eyes. There was something more there, something I had forgotten, and that had a connection to the present. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what I did remember from those entries. I saw my brother over me, a look of tenderness on his face. As before, the image came and went before my tired mind could latch onto it Opening my eyes, I stared at the journal. Like a train wreck, I knew I shouldn’t want to see it, but I had to look.

I shook my head. What would Mark do?

“Fuck it,” I whispered.

After all, it’s not like I could feel much worse than I already did.

Reaching back I propped up the pillow and, leaning against it, I pulled my knees up like I used to do when I was a kid. Resting the book on my thighs, I took a deep breath and took the plunge into my last days of addiction.

Dark Days Part one.

I awoke slowly, and as my eyes opened I found myself staring at an old wall with badly peeling wallpaper. Beneath the ugly yellow paper was an even uglier cracked and water-stained wall. Lying there, I tried to focus through the dull ache in my head and remember where I was. This was certainly a far cry from the beautiful bedroom in the East side apartment Tommy and I had been living in the last four months. I was lying on my back, and propping myself up on my elbows, looked around the room. All the walls were a mess and there was one window that was covered with threadbare curtains. I winced at both the light streaming through the curtains and how dry my throat was as I swallowed. Sitting up straight I glanced over the bed and saw that I was only lying on a mattress.

On the floor next to me was a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a half empty bottle of Budweiser. I saw my clothes in a pile near the end of the bed, and, realizing I was topless and a little chilly, I leaned over to grab the blue blouse on top of the pile.

As I did, I felt movement next to me and with a start; I noticed I was not in bed alone. I closed my eyes before I looked over, hoping to hell it wasn’t a guy. I was engaged after all. Turning my head, I opened my eyes and saw I was in bed with a young, pretty blond who my hazy mind recognized as Amber.

Well, that told me where I was, anyway. Amber was the younger sister of Jake Harris, a small-time dealer and notorious party hound. As I looked at Amber, I shook my head, I had just turned thirty-one and she had graduated high school not more than a few weeks ago. I slid the blouse on and found myself hoping that I hadn’t actually fooled around with her; maybe we had just slept together, as I was sure there were several guys spread out around the apartment outside of the room we were in.

Bringing my right hand to my face, I sniffed my fingers. I sighed softly at the sweet smell of her pussy and quickly removed my hand before I got myself worked up again.

I should be ashamed of myself; this girl was barely an adult. On that note, all thoughts of sex left my mind as it hit me that Amber wasn’t the only thing I should be ashamed of.

Reaching down to the floor, I grabbed the cigarettes and, after lighting one, felt Amber stir next to me. I looked over to see that she had rolled over onto her back. As she did, the sheet pulled away from her and I found myself staring at her perfect little perky tits, with their adorable pink nipples. I quickly shifted my eyes from her soft, young flesh to her face.

Amber opened her eyes. I winced at how bloodshot her normally beautiful green eyes were. Her skin was pasty white and she was sweating. She turned her head slightly to me and mumbled, “I don’t feel good.”

I pulled the sheet up over her tits, and, after gently rubbing the back of my hand across her cheek, I whispered to her, “Go back to sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

She attempted smile and closed her eyes. I caressed her cheek until I could tell by her breathing that she had gone back to sleep. I finished the cigarette, then got up and slipped on the black panties and short black skirt I had worn last night, and, grabbing my heels and purse, I quietly left the room.

My head pounded as I slowly made my way through the living room. Jake and two guys I didn’t know were passed out on the couch and the floor. I went into the small bathroom, and, after going, I stood at the sink and looked at my reflection in the cracked mirror. My eyes were as red as Amber’s, and I saw with dismay that my nose was running. I sniffed and felt an all too familiar burning in my nostrils. Yeah, Amber really was the least of the sins I had committed last night.

I started to open the door when my stomach convulsed, and I vomited into the sink. I retched several more times before sinking to my knees, my eyes watering and I to tried to catch my breath. Without looking, I reached up and turned the faucet on, letting the water run. After a couple of minutes, I stood up, and, using toilet paper, I washed out the sink as best as I could.

I walked back through the living room. Jake was sitting up on the couch, smoking. He nodded at me as I walked by. Going into the kitchen, I found a glass in the sink that didn’t look too dirty and forced myself to drink some cold water. Reaching into my purse, I took out the purple Daniel Steiger watch that Tommy had bought me for my birthday-and that I had been smart enough to put in my purse- and saw that it was 10am. I frowned. What day was this? Tuesday, it was Tuesday and…

“Shit,” I said softly.

I was supposed to be in work at 9am. Oh, well, too late now. Even if I were to drive there right now, I was a fucking mess and could barely walk, never mind smile and put make up on women all day. Putting the watch on and making my way out into the living room, I saw Jake had pulled the coffee table over to him and was already cutting cocaine into lines on a glass plate. Looking up at me, he smiled. I saw his eyes were bright and knew that he had already snorted a couple of lines.

“Hey Megan, up for some breakfast?”

I looked longingly at the table. I wanted it so bad. It was just what I needed. Hell, if I did a couple of lines and took a shower, I would be good enough to go to work. I knelt down across the table from him. I fumbled in my purse, and to my dismay, I only had fifteen dollars in my wallet. Hell, I’d had over two hundred last night.

“I…I’m kinda broke,” I told Jake.

Jake ran his hand through his long black hair and gave me a smirk. “Well, hey, kiddo, you’re already on your knees.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I…I don’t do that anymore, I have money at home Jake.”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t seen you around in months. How the hell do I know you’ll pay me?”

I shook my head and started to get up.

“Hey, how about the watch?” Jake asked.

“I can’t.” I told him. “It was a….”

“I’ll let you do a couple off of what’s here and give you a little for later.” Jake leaned over to stare at the watch. “My girl would love that.”

“I…” I hesitated.

I couldn’t. What the hell would Tommy think? Of course, I could always tell him I lost it. I frowned as I thought of Tommy. I hadn’t even gone home last night.

As Jake looked at me expectantly, I jumped as the front door opened and Joe, Jake’s roommate, came in.

“Hey, you get smokes?” Jake asked.

“Yup.” Joe reached into a bag and tossed Jake a pack of Marlboro’s then he pulled out a newspaper. “Hey, check this shit out, Megan!”

I looked at the paper and my eyes widened as right there on the front page was a picture of Mark. My brother was standing on the steps of the courthouse, facing a group of reporters who were all pointing microphones at him. Before I could make out the headline, Joe turned the paper to face Jake.

“Look at that!”He laughed. “Fucking Mad Dog hitting the big time!”

“No shit!” Jake said, nodding. “Hell, I remember when his punk ass was bouncing at Babyhead.” He shook his head. “I saw that crazy bastard kick the shit out of three guys at once one night! So what’s it say?”

Joe turned the paper to him and started reading.

“Despite numerous witnesses recanting their testimonies, attorney Mark Phillips not only vows to obtain a conviction, but warns reputed mobster Vincent Dimucci that he has until Friday to accept the AG’s last offer or he will take it off the table for good and pursue a maximum sentence.” Joe laughed. “Fucking Mark!”

Seeing the picture of my brother made me feel lower than I already did. Standing up from the table, I told Jake I had to go.

Jake shrugged, “Don’t be a stranger.”As I left, he added, “And no hard feelings about you thinking my sister’s hotter than me!”

Joe laughed.

I didn’t know what was worse, that I had taken advantage of Jake’s sister, or that he thought it was funny.

I walked outside into the cool September morning and, getting into my car, I drove a couple of miles towards Cranston before pulling over in front of a small playground. My stomach felt nauseous and I needed some air. I also had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do. There were a couple of small benches in front of the currently deserted swings and, getting out of the car, I went and sat down on one of them.

Once I sat, I realized that I had been here several times with Dad. He would always take me to playgrounds alone. It was our special time together. I put my head in my hands and started to cry. Even though I had, up until a week or so ago, been sober for several months, my father barely spoke to me. I had done so much damage in the last few years that he still held it against me.

I didn’t blame him. That day that he stood with me in court because Mark was out of town, and he heard the judge read off the charge of prostitution had been more than he could handle.

Taking my head from my hands, I removed the cigarettes from my purse and lit one. As I took a long, deep drag, I saw the cell phone that Mark got for me, and with a feeling of dread, I took it out.

I had fifteen missed calls and several voice mails. Scrolling through the calls I saw they were mostly from Tommy, starting from yesterday when I was supposed to come home from work, and the last one was at one am. There were also three from my brother, the first at eleven, when Tommy must have called him to say he couldn’t find me. I saw a number from this morning and saw it was work. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I put the phone to my ear to listen to the voicemails. The first few were Tommy, starting with a casual ‘When you coming home?’ and escalating to the final one:

“Megan, honey call me back, it’s…” He paused and I felt the tears start, as I could hear his voice breaking. “It’s okay if you’re well you know…, just please come home Megan, I’m not mad honey, just worried.” He paused again. “Please Megan. You know I’ll always love you.”

The next message was from Mark:

“Megan, you need to call me, sis. Tommy’s worried and so am I.” He sighed into the phone. “Look Meg, Tommy told me you… you haven’t been doing well lately. I know how you get when you fall. You think you hurt us and we’ll be upset.” Mark paused and I pictured how sad he was as he tried to tell me things were okay. “But, it’s okay, so just call me. If you don’t want to go home, you can stay with me. If you need a ride, I’ll come get you, I don’t care where you are or who you’re with, just…” There was another pause before he added quietly, “Please call me, sis.”

As I sat there, crying with the phone to my ear, I listened to the last voicemail. It was Joanne from work:

“I’m sorry, Megan. I know you have problems, but today was the third no-call-no-show in two weeks. I have to let you go.”

I shook my head, fired from a job that most teenage girls could handle. I went to put the phone back in my purse, then stopped. Swallowing hard and doing the best I could to control my voice, I called Mark. I knew he was in court and it would go to voicemail. I left him a brief message, saying that I was okay and would call him later. I didn’t call Tommy. I knew that no matter where he was, he would answer, and I didn’t have it in me to hear the disappointment in his voice. Putting the phone away, I sat back on the bench. That old feeling of guilt was gnawing at me.

After nearly six months of sobriety, last week I succumbed to that huge empty hole in my heart and filled it with the only thing that gave me comfort: drugs and alcohol. After ten years, I knew all too well that that comfort was only temporary, but it was better than suffering constantly. The last few months, everyone had been happy with me, Mark, Tommy, and Mom, all thrilled that I was sober and healthy. They didn’t have to worry about me.

Four months ago, Tommy took me up to his parents’ beach house and proposed to me. Caught off guard, I said yes. I did love Tommy, and God only knew it was a miracle that he loved me after how poorly I had treated him and how many times I had disappointed him.As I thought of Tommy, I looked at the beautiful half karat Marquis on my finger and shook my head in disgust. I shouldn’t be wearing it. I shouldn’t be living with Tommy in his beautiful apartment and letting him take care of me. In my defense, two weeks ago, after I had gone back to cocaine, I tried to give Tommy the ring back.

“You deserve better,” I told him.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Tommy replied, “I love you. I’ll never give up on you.”

The shame of it was that I had not just wanted Tommy to take the ring back over the drugs. Since I had become engaged, Mark would not have sex with me. I’d spent a week with him not too long before Tommy proposed, but had not been with him since.

I longed for my brother’s embrace!

This, by far, was the longest we had ever gone, and I needed him badly. I had done my best to behave and not seduce him out of respect for Tommy, but lately, Mark had been all I could think about. Until I picked up my habit again that is. As I thought about Mark, I felt another wave of remorse pass through me. My brother was on the brink of making or breaking his career. The last thing he needed was to worry about his disgrace of a sister.

Two months ago, taking advantage of a loophole in Rhode Island law that allowed a case to be prosecuted by an attorney from the private sector, Mark conned the AG’s office into giving him a case involving a reputed mob hit man. Vincent Dimuccio had been tried twice, and both times, the case was thrown out of court, due to witnesses changing their stories. This was round three, and the AG’s office was ready to drop it. But it was an election year, and they needed to try to save face.

Mark strolled in and told them to let him have it. What did they have to lose? After a lot of negotiation, Mark took lead on the case, and he somehow pulled new witnesses out of thin air. The trial had been getting a lot of attention and my brother a lot of press. But lately, things had been going sour. Once again, people were shying away from their testimonies. Mark had received several death threats. The last time I saw Mark was last week, and he looked completely exhausted. Jim Howard had promised Mark junior partner at the age of thirty if he could pull this off. But if he lost, he would gain the reputation of being a loose cannon who couldn’t back up his claim of being the best attorney in the state.

I felt my eyes filling yet again as I remembered the last time I saw Mark. He was not only tired, but completely frustrated, as well. Up until a few weeks into the case, he’d had a live-in “pet,” as he referred to them. This one, a twenty-year-old journalism major named Kelly, had been with him for three months. My brother claimed she was the best he’d ever had. Unfortunately, Mark was forced to move her out due to the scrutiny of the press and the threats he was receiving. He complained that he hadn’t gotten laid in three weeks, and that he’d barely slept in the same time frame.

And I was sitting there feeling guilty as hell, because two nights before I had come to see him, I had stayed at Jake’s house after doing an entire eight ball. Tommy promised not to say anything to Mark. I felt terrible as my brother commented on how proud he was of me. Once Mark grumbled about needing sex, however, I forgot all about my relapse. I slid over to him on the couch and kissed him long and hard. Mark initially gave in, kissing me back just as hard and shoving his tongue into my eager mouth. I had his jeans unzipped and his hands were on their way under my shirt when he quickly pulled away and told me that we couldn’t.

I started crying. “I need you. I miss you. Not just the sex, but you holding me, and being in your bed.”

Mark looked as upset as I was, but he held fast. “It’s not right. You and Tommy are getting married, and our rule is if one of us is involved, then there wouldn’t be anything between us.”

He did let me lie back against his chest, his arms around my waist, in the corner of the couch, and we fell asleep for a few hours. I woke up first. I felt myself yearning to feel my brother’s embrace every night, to be with him and not Tommy. I knew it could never be, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. That is, until I went out the next night and got falling down drunk. Upon coming home, I tried yet again to give Tommy his ring back.

I sighed as lighting another cigarette, I sat back on the bench and stared off into space, trying to let my mind drift and calm down. I closed my eyes, and suddenly opened them again as something dawned on me.

As Mark had put it in his message, I had fallen again.

The difference this time, however, was that with crystal clarity, I realized that I did not want to get back up.

As a matter of fact, it occurred to me that I had never wanted to get back up, at least not for me. I always tried to stay clean for the people who cared for me. When I was sober, they were happy. Yet while they were happy, I was miserable. If left to my own devices, I would simply keep using, keep numbing the pain. On the heels of that thought came another — each time I did straighten out, it caused more pain when I failed. In fact, by continuing to try, I was really hurting everyone around me more. Getting their hopes up, making them think that maybe this time, Megan would really be okay.

I began to nod my head, agreeing with this new found clarity that I had stumbled upon I was completely miserable right now. I was living a lie with a man who loved me who I was not in love with. The man that I kept refusing to fully acknowledge that I was in love with was the one man I could never be with. My father had all but disowned me. I had broken my mother’s heart more times than I could count, and it was only a matter of time before she found out that her loser of a daughter was fucked up again.

In the past, their hurt had forced me to try to do better, but now I knew I had been wrong. The right thing to do would be to stop trying and get it over with. Sure, I would cause one more round of pain, but it would be the last one.

One deep cut, rather than a thousand small ones.

Matter of fact, I could make it so there was no pain at all. Mark, Tommy, and Mom all claimed they would never give up on me. But what if I could make them?

I felt a pang of sadness as I knew there was nothing I could possibly do to Mom that could make her hate me. I also would not have the heart to even try to hurt the woman who had saved my life. Well, maybe not saved it, but prolonged it and gave me as many good years as she could before my inherent weakness and darkness caught up with me. No, sad to say, Mom would have to deal with one more blow to her heart, courtesy of her unworthy daughter.

Moving on, Tommy had claimed he would never quit on me, but I had no doubt I could come up with something. No sooner had that thought passed through my mind, then it struck me that it wouldn’t be that hard at all. The way to do it had been put right in front of me.

I lit yet another cigarette and began rocking back and forth as a sick form of excitement at my potential freedom built up within me.

That would just leave Mark. My excitement started to fade. How could I possibly turn my brother against me? Over the last ten years, I had put Mark through hell and almost gotten him killed defending me at the Wolves’ Den. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and again let my fevered mind drift, hoping to again catch a glimpse of what I should do.

I was not disappointed. Mark and I were both broken and, for the most part, in the same way. The one glaring difference, was that I was weak and self-destructive, letting my sorrow lead me to a life of addiction and humiliation. Mark, on the other hand, was purely destructive. My brother harbored a level of rage that was as unnatural as it was unhealthy. Even with the voice out of the picture, my brother was capable of extremely erratic behavior.

Yes, the time was now. Mark was battling insomnia, fighting for his career in a case he was expected to lose, and worried about his sister, who he now knew had failed again. I could do it. I could push him so far that he would snap tell me he was sick of me, that I was a disgrace. I would continue to egg him on. Hell, I could even get him to fuck me nice and hard first!

After all, I thought, as a slow smile spread across my face, it’s not like after tonight I would be engaged anymore. I laughed out loud at that last thought. I would take my beautiful little brother for one last wild ride, before he finally cut me loose like the anchor I was.

For once in my selfish life I was going to do everyone else a favor, and make so they would never have to worry about me again.

Flicking the cigarette away from me, I grabbed the phone from my purse and dialed Jake’s number.

“Hey Jake, its Megan. Still want that watch?”

I felt better than I had in weeks.

***** I stood in the shower, letting the hot water beat down on my back and enjoying the warm, steamy air. The shower was huge and, looking down, I saw that black marble bathtub was two-thirds full. Shutting the shower off, I turned the faucets on full blast to add some cold water before sitting down and stretching my legs. I lay back in the warm soapy water, put my feet up on the edge of the tub, and slid down as far as I could. I sighed contentedly, I would miss this tub.

I closed my eyes and smiled. I was within hours of breaking Tommy’s heart once and for all, and I felt amazingly relaxed. It was the best thing for him. Tommy would be free to find a nice girl who would appreciate him and treat him the way he deserved.

Then again, my state of relaxation might have a little to do with the pint of Captain Morgan I had been steadily sipping for the last hour. I reached over the edge of the tub, picked up the bottle, and drank the last few swallows. I sighed again as the liquor blazed a warm, happy trail through my body.

Considering how upset I was when it started, today had been a pretty good day. I traded the watch for a gram bag at Jake’s, and, after doing a couple of lines, I decided that I was feeling so good that I wanted to feel real good!

I went back to the bedroom where Amber was still sleeping, and, after stripping off my clothes, I woke her up with my tongue on her right nipple and my fingers sliding into her deliciously tight, young pussy. Amber moaned as my thumb found her clit, then, a moment later, I swung my leg over her head, putting us into a perfect sixty-nine, and we were both moaning. Amber had very little experience, and I made her cum twice before she managed to send me over the edge with her unskilled, but oh, so eager tongue.

Afterwards, I removed the small mirror from my purse and shared the rest of the coke with her. I was going to get dressed when Amber giggled. “I want to play some more,” she said.

Well, I couldn’t resist her pretty little pout, so we spent another hour, licking, fingering, sucking and teasing each other’s pussies. Amber released the cutest little squeal when she came. I also loved the shocked look on her face when the last time I came, I threw my head back and practically howled, as between her fingers and the coke, I went off like a rocket.

After dressing and leaving Jake’s, I saw that Mark had called, so I called him back. I could hear the relief in his voice change to concern as I giggled into the phone at practically everything he said. At the end of the call I agreed to meet him for coffee at the shop across from his firm, then went back home.

Tommy was there as I knew he would be, he had called out of work, not wanting to miss me when I came home. The first thing he did was try to tell me things would be okay.

I laughed, “Of course they will!” Much sooner than he thought.

He shook his head and pretty much left me alone as I flitted about the house, wired for sound. After I came down some, he tried to talk to me again. “Maybe you should go talk to your sponsor.”

“Tommy, I’m fine. It was just a slip up.” Then, remembering my plan, I asked, “Where’s Brendan?” Brendan was a friend of Tommy’s who was recently separated from his wife and was staying with us for awhile.

“He’s at work. He gets home around eight.” He went on to say something about not being disappointed in me, but I was no longer paying attention.

All I needed to know was that Brendan would be around later.

After all, he was the way I was going to get Tommy get rid of me.

I took a nap, and was admittedly a little disappointed that Tommy didn’t want to come fool around with me. Then again, he didn’t know that he only had maybe one more go around with my pretty little pussy before I left.

I got up, showered, and went to see Mark. On the way, I stopped at a pub and did a couple of quick shots. Then I met Mark at the coffee shop.

I felt the first sting of guilt that I had all day when I saw the look on my brother’s face after he hugged me. I kissed him so that he would be sure to smell the booze on my breath. We sat at a corner table and drank coffee. I noticed how worn down Mark looked. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark circles beneath them. While Mark awkwardly tried to keep the conversation away from my latest fall from grace, I noticed that his hand was shaking, and he was chain smoking. Back in the day, all my brother would have needed was a night in his big sister’s bed to make everything okay.

Part of me wanted to offer, but in addition to knowing Mark would say no, I didn’t want him to remember me for anything good right now.

Finally,he sighed and asked, “So what happened?”

Smiling, I answered, “I’m happier this way.”

“You want me to take you to a meeting?” he asked.

“You didn’t hear me did you?” I asked.

“Mom was asking about you today.”

My twinge of regret quickly turned into a flash of anger. Mark had tossed that out there on purpose. “Stop trying to make me feel bad.”

“Keep your damn voice down.” He whispered looking around the shop.

But I just got louder. “Are you ashamed of me?”

Mark shook his head, and rather than argue, simply put his head down.

I almost forgot myself for a moment and caught my hand reaching for his across the table. I stopped and, after a few minutes of awkward silence, changed the subject. “I saw this morning’s paper. How’s the case going?”

With a groan, he confessed, “Well, I’m talking tough, but the damn thing’s falling apart. Dimuccio’s ex is my ace-in-the-hole, but now she’s hedging. I can force her to testify, but it’s not looking good. Everyone’s afraid of Dimuccio and his connections.”

I joked, “My little brother’s not afraid of anyone.”

He quickly replied, “I’ve received over a dozen death threats. I’m carrying a .25 caliber Beretta in an ankle holster right now.”

I wasn’t laughing then. I felt my resolve waver as I realized how deep the shit my brother had gotten himself into really was. That feeling didn’t last long, though.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said. “All that matters is you right now.”

In a nutshell, this was exactly what I was trying to free my brother of, the constant burden of his sister.

Mark’s phone rang for the tenth time since we had been sitting. He rolled his eyes and answered it. Within a minute, he was all but yelling at whoever was on the other end. “If you don’t come through, I will bring you down with me!”His eyes were bulging dangerously, and when he hung up, he put his head in his hands and rubbed at his red rimmed eyes.

I nodded to myself. My brother would be ripe for the taking tomorrow.

“Well,” I said, “I have to get going. I don’t want to get Tommy worried again. I’ll call you tomorrow night.”

Mark nodded. “There’s no court tomorrow. I asked for a continuance so I could hunt down another potential witness that’s been calling me.”

Hearing that Mark would be at his office tomorrow gave me an idea. This would end up being easier than I thought. I gave Mark a kiss on the cheek, and somehow held onto my aura of not caring, even as my brother hugged me to him and whispered in my ear, “Please take care of yourself. I need you.”

But Mark only thought he needed me. He would soon see how much better off he was without me.

I sat up with a start as I heard a bang. I had dozed off and had dropped the empty liquor bottle onto the floor. Getting up out of the tub, I dried off and slipped on a black thong and the short red robe wandered out into the living room where Tommy and Brendan were watching the Sox game.

I smiled as I walked slowly past Brendan His eyes locked onto my long, shapely legs. I stopped in front of him and, turning to face Tommy, I asked him if he wanted anything. Brendan was sitting on the couch opposite Tommy. Since I was standing between them, I had no doubt that Brendan was looking directly at me.

The reason I knew that was because since he had come to stay with us, all Brendan did was stare at me. He never flirted, or said or did anything inappropriate. But they were more than casual glances. Last week, I was lying on the couch in shorts and a tight tank top, and Brendan had been sitting across from me. I dozed off, and when I woke, I caught him staring. The look in his eyes was pure lust. I remembered thinking that if I gave him a chance, he would probably take it.

Tommy said he was all set but noticed that he also looked my legs up and down, but then gave me an odd look. I sat down next to him, crossed my legs, and gave Brendan a great view of my creamy upper thigh.

For the next hour, I sat there, feigning interest in the game. All the while, I shifted my position on the couch and fidgeted to keep catching Brendan’s attention. At one point, the phone rang, and when Tommy got up to answer it, I sat back on the couch, put my feet up on the cushion, and I casually let my legs open.

Brendan’s eyes bulged. He stared at the thin strip of my black thong. I cleared my throat, and when his eyes immediately looked up, I winked at him. He blushed furiously, and, as soon as Tommy returned, he disappeared to the bathroom. When he sat next to me Tommy remarked that I should really be wearing more. I laughed and kissing him told him jealousy was an ugly emotion.

Brendan came back, and I began making a show of hanging all over Tommy, even sliding up and sitting in his lap, my long legs dangling over his. My robe hiked up near my hips. Tommy was getting aggravated. Finally announced he was going to bed. I told him I wanted to stay up to finish the game, but leaning over Tommy told me to just come to bed. I playfully flicked my tongue across his ear and whispering ‘yes sir!’ hopped up and followed him into the bedroom. I let Tommy get a few feet in front of me, then, glancing over my shoulder and seeing Brendan looking, I flipped my robe up, giving him a glimpse of my ass.

Tommy entered the bedroom and I told him I would be right in. I went into the bathroom and reached up on top of the medicine cabinet and grabbed the small packet of coke I had put up there a couple of days ago, Taking a razor blade from under the sink, I cut the coke on the edge of the sink and did three lines in rapid succession. I shook my head at the rush, then smiled at my reflection in the mirror before going to say goodbye to Tommy.

When I entered the room, Tommy was lying on his back under the covers, his eyes closed. Stripping off the robe and thong, I lifted the covers to crawl in. He was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms, a clear signal that he did not want to play. But I knew I could change his mind. Sliding in next to him, I leaned over and began tonguing his nipple.

He groaned, “Not tonight. Go to sleep.”

Ignoring him, I swirled my tongue around faster and, sliding my hand down his stomach, I grabbed his semi-hard cock through his pants. I started sliding my tongue down his chest, heading for his stomach.

Tommy grabbed my wrist and, pulling my hand from his cock, he growled, “Enough. I don’t want to play.”

Looking up at him, I let in some of my emotions from earlier. I put out my lip and felt my eyes well up with the crocodile tears that had served me so well over the years. I choked out, ” I knew it. You’re ashamed of me. You don’t want to be with me.” With that, I rolled over onto my side and waited, stifling a giggle.

As I knew he would, Tommy put his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, “I would never be ashamed of you. I love you.”

I shrugged against him, then let out a soft sigh as he moved my hair to the side and began kissing my neck. His lips roamed from my neck to my shoulder, then, grabbing my arm, he gently rolled me over onto my back. He kissed me slowly and sweetly, his soft lips teasing across mine, and I felt my heart beating fast, and my pussy beginning to respond. I let out a contented sigh as his lips left mine and trailed down to find my left nipple. I began to run my hands across his back as he sucked on my nipple and fondled the other.

I gave him a push on his shoulders, and, taking the hint; Tommy slid down between my legs, spread my pussy, and started slowly swirling his tongue around my swollen clit. I moaned softly as he slipped two fingers inside of me while sucking my clit into his mouth. I rocked my hips gently into his face, and brought my hands up to tease my hard, pink nipples. As it always did, the cocaine heightened every sensation, and within minutes, I arched my back, wrapped my thighs around his head, and let out a loud squeal as I came for my fiancée for the final time.

Tommy stood up, slipped his pants off, and climbed back onto the bed. He slid up between my legs and slowly eased himself into my warm, wet flesh. I moaned as he began slowly thrusting his hips into me while bending his head to tease my nipple with his tongue. Tommy then slid his arms under mine, drawing us close together as he continued to move in a slow steady rhythm. His lips found mine, and he moaned in his throat as we kissed.

As he had countless times in the past, Tommy was trying to make love to me.

I let him go for longer than I usually did, figuring it was the least I could do. After a few minutes, however, I pushed against his shoulders and whispered to him. “My turn.”

He hesitated. I knew he was happy with what we were doing, but, as always, he let me take over.

Tommy let me roll him over onto his back, and I immediately slid down between his legs and took him into my mouth. I groaned at how good my pussy tasted off of his hard flesh. I took his cock all the way down in my throat and held it there, taking a minute to savor my last taste of us. I started bobbing my head in a slow, steady rhythm, enjoying the little moans He made as I worked the length of his cock with my soft, full lips. I removed his cock from my mouth, and, sliding up, I straddled his hips. We both sighed as I guided his cock to my pussy and eased him into me. I groaned as I sat up straight on him, impaling myself on his cock. I started rocking my hips, slowly at first, but after a couple of minutes, I leaned forward, braced my hands on his chest, and started bouncing up and down on him. His breathing started coming in gasps as I rode him faster and harder, driving myself on and off of his hard cock.

I leaned over further, letting my small, well-shaped tits dangle in his face, teasing my nipples across his lips as I continued to buck up and down on him. Tommy groaned, and, grabbing my hips, he began driving his cock hard into me. Within seconds, I felt his cock explode inside of me, and I resumed sliding slowly back and forth, enjoying the feel of his cock painting the inside of my pussy with his hot cum. Leaning over, I gave him a sweet kiss and lay down on top of him for a while. I closed my eyes and felt my eyes well up for real this time as I let him hold me one last time.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.” I rolled over onto my side. Tommy put his arm around my waist for a few minutes, but, as was his habit, he eventually rolled over onto his back.

I waited until I could tell by his breathing that he was asleep, then carefully slid out of the bed. I slipped the robe back on, and, leaning over the nightstand, I set the alarm for ten minutes from now. Looking down at Tommy, I bent down and risked giving him a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I whispered.

I quickly left the room and walked out into the parlor. Brendan had shut the light off, but was still watching TV.

He looked up as I came in. “Can’t sleep?” he asked.

Without a word, I walked over in front of the couch and untied the robe, letting it drop to the floor.

Brendan gasped but made no effort to look away from my naked body.

I smiled at him. “Do you like what you see?”

He finally looked away. “I can’t,” he said, “Tommy’s my friend.”

“What Tommy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Reaching down, I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and tugged on it.

Brendan hesitated for just a moment, then raised his hands over his head. After tossing his shirt to the side, I grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into my right tit. He eagerly sucked almost my entire tit into his mouth as his arms encircled my waist and gave my ass a hard squeeze.

Shoving him back against the couch, I dropped to my knees, and, after pulling his pants off, I grabbed his cock and in one smooth motion, took it all the way down my throat. Brendan moaned loudly as I started sucking him fast and hard.

As I was blowing him, sucking on my second cock of the night, I found myself recalling my days at the strip clubs. Blowing guys for drugs and doing it as if it meant nothing. There was nothing in me that wanted him. He was just a means to an end.

He was moaning like an idiot and I could already feel his thighs trembling. I slid his cock from between my lips and, glancing over at the clock, saw I still had five minutes. At this rate, Brendan would cum too soon.

Standing up, I placed my hands on his shoulders and, after putting my feet on the couch one at a time, stood up on it. I placed my right foot on his shoulder and leaned forward, shoving my pussy into his face. Brendan immediately began licking my pussy, his tongue moving with almost a hint of desperation, he wanted it so bad. I let out a moan as I thought of what a nasty girl I was, having my clit sucked by two guys in less than a half hour.

I also had the passing thought, as he reached around and grabbed my ass, that this was supposedly Tommy’s best friend.

Then again, I was supposedly his fiancée.

I looked over and saw that it was almost time. I crawled off Brendan, got on my knees, and, lowering my head to rest on my folded arms, I lifted my ass in the air. He got on his knees behind me, grabbed my hips, stopped. And whispered, “I…I don’t have anything.”

“I’m on the pill, now just hurry up and fuck me!” I snapped.

Brendan didn’t have to be told twice. I put my head down and let out a muffled squeal as he drove his cock hard into me. He started fucking me fast and hard, but within a minute, he started to slow way down, trying not to cum quickly. I rolled my eyes, hoping to hell this loser could last longer than a teenager.

I put my head down to muffle my moans as he continued to fuck me. I heard Brendan begin to breathe harder, and his moans were sounding desperate.

I had just begun to wonder if I was going to have to let him cum and start sucking him again when Brendan gasped again.

This time, however, I heard him exclaim, “Oh shit!”

I looked up to see Tommy standing in the doorway, staring, dumbfounded at us. I felt Brendan slide his cock from inside of me.

“T..Tommy, I…” he blurted out. “She came onto to me, I…”

“Megan,” Tommy whispered, staring into my eyes. “H…how could you?”

Even as he spoke, I could see the tears beginning to flow from his eyes. Without missing a beat, I smiled broadly at him and said, “Oh come on Tommy! Don’t be mad!” I waggled my tongue at him provocatively. “My mouth’s all yours, baby!”

Tommy started to say something, and then, backing away, he quickly turned and all but ran from the room. I heard the door slam shut and found myself unable to believe how easy that was. I heard Brendan say something behind me.

I looked back over my shoulder at him. “Well, you going to finish or what?”


“That’ll be your fourth Captain and Coke in an hour,” the bartender said as he frowned at me. “Not to mention two shots of tequila.”

But I didn’t give a shit about any bar policies they might have at Finnegan’s Wake. I was on a mission. “I appreciate the concern,” I said, “but I’m not driving. A friend of mine’s coming and I’m just getting a head start.” Then I flashed him my best smile.

He nodded and went to get it. What the fuck should he care, anyway? I gave him a five dollar tip after each round. I couldn’t see his problem with me sticking around.

I glanced at my wrist to check the time. Then I rolled my eyes. I didn’t have a watch anymore. Jake’s girlfriend had my watch. I hoped she was enjoying it. I pulled out my cell for the time.

Then my eyes drifted from my bare wrist down to my equally bare left hand. The bartender brought me the drink and after paying him, I took a sip and sighed as I thought of the events of the morning.

After Brendan finished fucking me, he packed his shit while I sat on the couch and smoked a cigarette. He came out with two duffel bags and said, “Figure I better leave.”

“Okay.” I blew smoke up into the air.

He hesitated. “I’m going to stay at a motel for a couple of nights until I figure something out?” he paused and with what I’m sure he thought was a sexy smile asked, “You wanna come along?”

I continued smoking. “Not for nothing, Brendan, but I could have had more fun by myself. No wonder your wife kicked you out.”

“Fucking cunt,” he grunted, and he left.

I did feel kind of bad. After all, my little game cost him his best friend, and who knew where he was going to stay? Then again, I sure as hell didn’t twist his arm. He did very little to resist. Besides, last thing I needed was someone with a crush on me, I was trying to get rid of people in my life, not add them. I sat on the couch and, looking over at a picture of Tommy and me, I allowed myself to shed some tears for a man who had never done anything but care about me. Eventually, I fell asleep. I woke to Tommy’s saying my name. I opened my eyes and regarded him silently, waiting to see what he would say. Tommy sat down next to me, and I felt a twinge of anxiety at the look of sadness on his face.

I hoped to hell he wasn’t going to try to forgive me. Then what the hell would I do? Turned out I had nothing to worry about. He looked me straight in the eye and said, “It’s time for you to leave. I can deal with supporting you with your problems and the baggage from your past, but I won’t be humiliated like that.”

I put my head down and nodded sadly.

“I can’t tell you did that to me, how you could be that cruel, and being strung out is no excuse!” He stood up. “I’m going to work; I’d like you gone before I come back.”

Before he walked away, I slid the diamond off of my finger and tried to give it to him.

Tommy looked at it and grunted, “You keep it. Go pawn it like you did the watch.” Turning his back on me, he walked away, muttering, “Goodbye Megan. I hope you learn how to be happy someday.”

I went and sat on the deck until Tommy left for work. Then, after taking a shower, I dressed in a very short red skirt, with a low-cut black shirt, and a pair of red stiletto heels. I packed up my clothes, my makeup and jewelry.

As I left, I glanced into the extra room that I had set up with an easel and did my painting in. I thought about packing up the paints, but why bother? I couldn’t paint when I was fucked up, and I planned on being that way from now until my body couldn’t handle it anymore.

On that note, partying cost money. It was time to see what I could scrape up.

It was payday at Sears, so I went down and grabbed my last paycheck. I shook my head in disgust as I looked at it, less than four hundred after taxes. I was thirty-one years old and making twelve dollars an hour. Hell, back in New York a couple of years ago, I was getting a hundred dollars an hour as a dominatrix at a high-end strip club. Never mind how much they paid me for private sessions. There were weeks when I made over two thousand dollars.

Yet somehow, I still managed to blow it all on, well, on blow.

That reminded me. The time was after twelve. I had a small address book in my purse, I kept telling myself to throw it out, but never did, and I looked up Julie, a girl I had lived with for a few months the last time I was in New York. Julie and I had partied together, as well as shared a bed, during that time, and she was thrilled to hear from me. I told her that I was getting tired of walking the straight and narrow and wanted to come back up for some real fun. Julie said she had an extra room then giggled as I asked her why I would need my own room. I wrote down her address and told her I would be up within a couple of days.

After cashing my check, I cleared out my meager savings, account; a whopping seven hundred dollars then headed over to the pawn shop on Broad Street where I got four hundred dollars for pawning my engagement ring, and a diamond pendant Tommy had bought me for my thirtieth birthday. I had several other pieces of decent jewelry but figured I would save them for when I would need money up in New York. I started to feel bad about selling the ring, but shrugged it off. Tommy said to do it. Why make a liar out of him? I smiled at that thought. I was already enjoying my new found freedom. Well, I wasn’t free yet; there was still Mark to deal with.

Mark’s being at the office today was going to make things even easier for me to get him to rid himself of me. I was already dressed slutty, all that remained was to chill out at a bar for awhile and get myself good and buzzed. I finished the drink and called over to the bartender to bring me one more shot. I salted my hand, licked it, and threw back the shot. I put a ten on the counter, and slowly made my way out of the bar.

I got into the car and drove carefully through downtown until I reached the building where Mark’s firm was. Parking down the street, I walked the last block, enjoying the looks of all the guys I passed. I entered Mark’s building and took the elevator up to his floor. Getting off, I made my way down to the suite of offices where my brother worked.

I walked past the receptionist, who started to say something, but stopped when I saw my brother standing in the conference room doorway and I loudly called his name. Mark was standing with Jim Howard, the head of his firm, and two other men in suits.

My timing couldn’t be better!

Mark didn’t hear me and as I drew closer.

I could hear one of the men, a guy with grey hair wearing a black suit, yelling, “I knew this would happen! I should have never listened to you! You’re out of your league!”

My brother put his hands out and told him, “All I need is a few more days and I’ll nail this.”

The man shook his head. “I’ve looked bad long enough!”

I saw Mark start to talk, but Jim got in front of him and started talking softly to the guy, his hands up in a placating gesture. As he spoke Mark, stepped back and started to speak with the other man who had been standing there.

Taking a deep breath, I started walking towards them and called out, “Hey, Mark!”

They all turned to look at me. I gave a big smile and wave, even though I was only a few feet away from them. One of the men’s eyes dropped down to my long legs, but Jim and the guy who had been yelling at Mark simply stared at me. I let my eyes focus on Mark and saw his eyes widen as I approached. I knew that he could tell I was drunk and an ‘oh shit’ look appeared on his face. I walked past the guy who had been yelling and, reaching Mark, I threw my arms around his shoulders and gave him a huge wet kiss on his cheek.

“Surprise!” I exclaimed.

“Megan,” Mark whispered. “What the hell are you…”

“I came to see you!” I said, still standing with my arm around his neck.

“Sis, please,” he said softly. “You can’t…”

The guy in the black suit asked, “And who exactly do we have here, Mark? One of your little playmates?”

“No, Barry,” Mark said quietly. “This is my sister Megan.”

“Your sister?” Barry asked, looking me up and down.

“Yup!” I said, giving him a huge smile. “See the resemblance?” I pressed my cheek to Mark’s face.

Mark quickly pulled away from me. I turned to look at him and he said quietly in Latin, “Get out Megan! Please!”

The other man laughed and said, “I do actually, but I have to say you’re much prettier.”

“I don’t know about that!” I laughed loudly, too loudly, and I quickly reaching out and pinched Mark’s cheek. “My little brother is beautiful!”

Barry shook his head, and I saw Jim behind him pointing at Mark, then at me.

“Well, Megan,” Barry said my name with disdain. “Your brother is a little busy at the moment. We are discussing…”

“You weren’t discussing,” I said, shaking my head. “You were yelling.” I now nodded sadly. “Yelling at my brother.” I made a clucking sound with my tongue. “Not very nice, Barry.”

“I…” Barry looked at my brother. “Mr. Phillips, do you think you could have this little family reunion on your time?”

As Barry spoke, I stared hard at him. I had seen him somewhere before. Mark was uncharacteristically stammering, but I didn’t hear. I was trying to think. Then it dawned on me where I had seen good ole Barry.

Oh, this was just getting better by the minute!

“Hey! I know you!” I said, tapping Barry on the chest. “I’ve seen you before.”

“I’m the attorney general dear,” Barry said condescendingly. “I’m sure you’ve seen me on the news.”

“I know who you are,” I said, smirking. “I voted for the other guy,” I laughed. “So did Mark.”

“Megan!” Mark snapped.

“Well…” Barry began, but I cut him off.

“Nope, I know where I’ve seen you.” I winked at him. “Down at Mario’s, you used to come in through the back, and stay in the VIP room!”

“I…I don’t go to those places, young lady, I think you…”

“Oh, no, I don’t forget a face.” I smiled. “See, I worked there for a couple of months and saw you a few times.” Stepping away from my brother, I did a playful spin. “You don’t recognize me?”

“I’m telling you…”

“Well, I guess you wouldn’t. I mean, I’m wearing clothes now, and I’m sure you weren’t looking at my face.”

“Mark, do something,” Jim snapped.

“Megan, I need to talk to you,” Mark said, grabbing my arm.

“You’re wrong,” Barry said. “I never saw you at any….”

“Sure you did, but only on stage,” I laughed again as Mark began to guide me into the conference room. “If I remember right, you had a thing for blonds! Used to take them in the back…”

I stopped as my brother all but threw me into the conference room and slammed the door, and pulling the blinds down on the window turned to face me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he exclaimed.

“Aww, don’t be mad!” I stepped up and put my arms around his neck. “I came to visit you, little brother!” I leaned into him. “Give your sexy big sister a kiss.”

“You’re drunk!” Mark snapped, pushing me away from him.

“Well, duh,” I said, giggling. “And I really did see that guy at Mario’s.” I pursed my lips in thought. “Come to think of it, I may have even given him a lap dance.” I shrugged. “Who knows? I used to be all messed up there.”


“Mark!” I smiled at him.

Mark looked as if he were about to snap. I waited. Instead, he put his head down for a moment, then, looking back at me, said quietly “Megan, you need to leave. Please, sis, this could cost me my job!”

“You don’t want to see me?” I asked.

“Not now. I’ll see you later.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “Just go home.”

“I don’t have a home,” I said, shrugging.

“What do you mean?”

“Tommy threw me out, see!” I showed Mark my bare left hand.

“Oh, Megan,” Mark said softly. “What did…”

“I mean, jeez, fuck a guy’s best friend on his couch and he gets all upset!” I let out that giggle that I knew Mark hated. The one I only made when I was drunk. “So I got nowhere to go Mark!” I reached out to touch his face. “So I came to see you!”

“You can’t be here Megan,” he said. “Especially like this.”

“Like what?” I asked. “Fucked up? You don’t want your friends to know your sister’s a loser, that it, little brother?”

“Megan, get out!” Mark snapped. “I don’t have time for your shit right now!”

“Oh, that’s nice!” I snapped back at him. “Yesterday you said nothing else was more important, but now….”

“Here!” Mark reached into his pocket and handed me a set of keys. “Get out of here and go to my place. Go sleep it off, and I’ll be there later.”

Before I could speak, there was a knock on the door.

“Mark?” It was Jim. “Get your ass out here. He’s going to leave!”

Grabbing me by the arm Mark pulled me back to the door. “Now keep your mouth shut and go wait for me!”

“Yes sir!” I said.

Mark was just starting to open the door when I quickly turned into him and, catching him off guard, I kissed him hard on the lips. The door was part way open and Mark spun me to the side and away from him so hard I almost fell. Grabbing me by the arm again, he practically dragged me through the door and back out into the foyer. As soon as we were out, Mark called out, “Joe!”

I looked up to see the security guard get up from the desk and come over.

“Take my sister downstairs and walk her to her car, please.”

“Of course,” Joe said and gave me a smile. “Right this way, miss.”

“Oh, fine,” I said to Mark. “I see how you are. Put a suit on you and you forget where you came from.” I made a disgusted noise. “Sorry I have problems! Can’t all be perfect like they think you are!”

“Ma’am please,” Joe said quietly next to me.

“Okay,” I nodded and started to walk with him.

As we passed Barry, who was looking in the other direction, I pulled away from Joe and standing directly in front of him, I looked into his eyes and whispered in my best smoky voice, “Hey baby, you just sit back and let Raven give you a little show.” Barry’s eyes widened and I smiled wickedly at him. “Oh, you do recognize me, don’t you baby?”

I quickly turned away from him and, after winking at Mark, who looked as if he wanted to crawl into a hole, I took Joe’s arm.

“Lead the way!” I said happily, then squeezing his arm added loudly. “Hey you’re in real good shape! What are you doing later?”

Joe rolled his eyes, but laughed and gave me a smile as we walked away. Behind us I heard the other guy say, “Mark, is that lipstick on your mouth?”

I smiled as Joe led me down the corridor.

Oh, was I going to get it when my brother got home.


I was standing in the middle of my forest, and for the first time in years, I felt at peace. I smiled as I looked around to see several small animals scurrying through the thick bushes, and running across the branches of the tall trees. I took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh clean air and, bending over, removed my shoes. I began to walk along, reveling in the feeling of the thick, soft grass beneath my bare feet.

It had been a long time since I had been here, but nothing had changed, it was as beautiful and peaceful as ever. I came upon the small pond that I would always sit by and saw that my easel was still set up there, as if I had never left. I sat on the edge of the pond, dipped my toes into the cool water and, looking around, felt tears of happiness fill my eyes. It was absolutely perfect here, no pain or sorrow, no struggles or humiliation. Just peace.

That peace was shattered by the loud beeping of Mark’s alarm clock. Swinging my arm out to the side, I hit the button to shut it off, and, rolling over onto my back, stared at my reflection in the mirrored ceiling. Knowing that this was the last time I would be lying in Mark’s amazing bed, I had stripped naked, and I loved the look of my ivory skin on his black sheets. As I stretched, I thought back to my dream of my forest. It had been years since I had been able to will myself to go there, but I had no doubt that it would be waiting for me when I left this place of pain.

My attention turned back to my reflection, and I arched my back further, pushing out my perky tits and stretching my long legs. I’d had quite a bit to drink, and, after driving the few blocks to Mark’s apartment and letting myself in, and had gone straight to bed. It had been two-thirty, and gambling that Mark, if for no other reason than to avoid me, would not be home for a few hours, I set the alarm for five and went out like a light. At first, I was surprised that I didn’t wake up with a hangover, and then thought that this was yet another sign that I was doing the right thing. Even knowing what was coming with my brother, I felt rested and relaxed.

I watched in the mirror as I slowly slid my long red-tipped nails along the soft skin of my stomach, then reaching my tits, I cupped them, and moaned softly as I began playing with my nipples. I let my right hand trail down between my open legs, and moaned again as I slipped my finger into my always eager pussy. I slipped my finger from inside and started rubbing my clit in hard fast circles, while squeezing my nipple harder.

“Oh yes, little brother,” I whispered. “Oh just like that! Look at you licking your big sister’s pussy.”

I gasped as I could already feel an orgasm building within me. As good as I looked playing with myself, I closed my eyes and envisioned my beautiful little brother over me, thrusting that huge, hard cock into his sister’s needy little pussy. My fingers began stroking my clit faster and feeling myself right on the edge, gave my nipple a hard twist. I threw my head back and cried out my brother’s name as I came, writhing and squealing on his bed. I removed my hand from my pussy, and after bringing my fingers to my lips so I could suck on them, let out a long sigh. I would miss this incredible bed nowhere near as much as I would miss my brother, but I knew it would be for the best.

Forcing myself to get up, I slipped my red thong back on, but left my clothes on the floor. Walking over to Mark’s closet, I found the short black silk robe that I’d left here, because he loved me in it. I left the bedroom and, going over to the small bar Mark had in the living room, I grabbed a glass and a bottle of Southern Comfort. I sat down on the couch after filling the glass and taking a couple of sips, picked up my purse where I had left it on the floor. I removed one of the two packets of cocaine I had bought and opening it, poured it directly onto Mark’s glass coffee table. I went back into the purse and finding the razor blade I had folded up into a napkin, used it to cut the coke into four lines. I rolled up a twenty and did the first line.

“Damn!” I exclaimed.

The only advantage to being straight for a few months was that I had lost my tolerance and the coke hit me hard. Grabbing the glass of Southern, I sat back on the couch and waited for Mark to come home.

It wasn’t an easy wait, as even though I was steadily sipping at my drink, the cocaine was calling to me. I told myself I still had another gram and why not? But I had no idea when Mark would be home, and I knew I would want some for afterwards, to take the sting out of how guilty I would feel when I made my brother throw me out of his life. I held off, and just sat there, staring off into space and wondering how long it would be before I would get to stay in my forest all the time. Weeks, maybe months. Who knew? I planned on having as much fun as possible before I went.

I sat up quickly when I heard Mark’s key in the front door. Leaning over the table, I quickly did two lines in succession, leaving the last one. I put my glass down next to it so it would not be visible right away. I heard Mark close the door behind him in the hallway. I leaned back on the couch and stretched my legs out. Mark entered the room and I felt my heart begin to race from something other than the coke as I saw the look of anger already on his face. “Hey baby,” I said. “Why so late? Your sexy sister’s been waiting for you.”

“Cut the shit, Megan!” Mark snapped at me as he stood in front of the couch. “I can’t believe you came to see me like that! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh, come on, Mark!” I laughed, sitting up. “I was just playing. Those stiffs looked like they could use some fun!”

“Oh, they had some fun alright! They had a lot of fun asking me all about my fucked up sister, was she really a stripper? Hey, Barry, did she really dance for you?”

“I might have,” I shrugged, then laughed. “John’s, Barry’s they all look the same after a while.”

Before he could say anything, I stood up from the couch and walked up to him.

“What about you, baby, you look like you could use a little fun yourself.”

I reached out to put my hand on his shoulder, but he shoved it away.

“You think this is funny, Megan? Think ruining my career is funny?”

“Oh, come on,” I told him. “They’ll get over it they…”

“They took me off the fucking case!” Mark yelled.

I stopped for a moment as what he said sank in.

“They did?” I asked softly.

“Yeah, sis, they did, Jim’s going to try to get them to change their minds tomorrow, but it isn’t looking good!”

That case was my brother’s shot at junior partner, a launching point for his career. No, I told myself, this was perfect and Mark would get another chance, he was too good not too.

“Well, hey, look at the bright side!” I said, spreading my arms open. “Now you’ll have plenty of time to spend with me!”

“Megan, you are the last person I want to fucking spend time with right now!” he yelled at me.

“Awww,” I gave him the pout. “You don’t mean that, little brother.” I walked up to him and, batting my eyelashes, said. “Come on, baby, let me make it up to you! Let your nasty big sister show you what she does best.”

“What’s that, sis, fuck shit up?”He asked, stepping away again. “I can’t fucking believe you did that to me!” he yelled. “I’m good to you, Megan, for a long time I was the only one that was, and you do this to me?”

“All about you huh, Mark?” I asked, shaking my head. “Your job, your reputation, oh, poor you!” I put my hand on my chest. “Your poor sister doesn’t even have a place to live, and it’s all about you!”

“You don’t have a place to live because you’re a drunken whore!” Mark snarled at me. “And damn straight my job matters! I’ve worked my ass off to prove I’m better than all those rich little pricks that have had their jobs handed to them!”

“Yeah, ‘better than’ is exactly what you are these days, isn’t it, Mark?” I asked him. “Better than your sister who made you what you are, now you call me a whore!”

“You didn’t make me, I…”

“You were sitting in a corner of a group home when we found you,” I reminded him. “Staring at walls and talking to your little friend in your head. The only person you talked to until you met me. But, hey, you don’t owe me for anything, right? You would have done just fine for yourself!”

“You,” He stopped and seemed to notice the bottle on the table for the first time. “You’re fucking drunk again.” He shook his head. “There’s no point in yelling at you, you’re not even going to remember it.”

“You know, little brother, you’re right.” I approached him again and this time he let my hand drift up to his face. “We shouldn’t be fighting, especially because,” I held up my left hand, “I’m a free woman again! We can play now.”

“Megan, I don’t even want to see you, never mind fuck you. Go to bed.”

He turned and started walking away from me.

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “Don’t tell me you don’t want me, you always want your sister!”

Mark turned back to me. “You’re not my sister.” He said quietly. “My sister wouldn’t hurt me like that.”

As Mark spoke I saw to my dismay that the angry look had left his face and he looked upset. He was giving in to his hurt rather than getting mad like he always did. Well, one way to fix that.

“That’s not true, Mark, see this” I pointed at myself, “is your sister.”

Reaching down, I picked up the glass and took a huge swallow.

“So I like to party, who cares? Better learn to deal with it, Mark, because I’m tired of playing good girl!”

“Megan, you’re drunk.” He said simply. “Just go to bed and….”

As he spoke I put the glass down on the table next to the coke, banging it loudly. Mark’s eyes followed the noise, and he stopped in mid-sentence as his eyes found the white powder. I watched in sick anticipation as I saw his eyes darken.

“You…” he stopped as if he couldn’t get the words out. “You… brought coke into my house.” He finished, his voice trembling.

“Well, yeah, where else was I…”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!?” he screamed at me. “I’m working for the fucking state! I have people fucking watching my every move, and you bring coke into my fucking house?”

“Mark I…”

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” he demanded. “Jesus fucking Christ, Megan, how dare you do this to me!”

“Well it’s not like I bought it here or…”

“I don’t care where you bought it!” Mark shouted. “I…I knew you were drinking, but fucking coke again, Meg? Do you like being a fucking loser? You want to be called ‘easy bake’ again?”

“What if I do?” I asked, letting out a deliberate giggle. “Megan’s boring, ‘easy bake’ is fun!”

As Mark stared angrily at me, I laughed.

“Speaking of fun!”

Stepping away from him I went over to the table and, grabbing the twenty, went to do the last line.

“No!!” Mark cried out.

“Oh I… oh shit!” I exclaimed.

Mark had stepped forward and kicked the coffee table. The glass shattered and the bottle of Southern went into the air to break against the wall, showering his expensive couch with its contents.

“Don’t you ever do that shit in front of me!” Mark screamed in my face.

“You asshole!” I snapped, recovering from my shock. “That was expensive stuff!” Then I smiled and started to undo my robe. “Now you have to make it up to me by fucking me nice and hard!”

“You’re fucking sick!” Mark said. He was breathing heard, and as I watched he put his hand to his temple and winced. “I don’t want you, Megan.”

“Oh, going to play hard to get, are you?” I asked as I stepped up to him. “Okay, please, Mark?”

I reached out to touch his face and cried out in surprise and pain as, with a backhanded swing, he slapped my hand away from him.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” he yelled at me. “I don’t want you, you fucking skank! You want to get laid, go back to selling yourself on the fucking corner, but stay the hell away from me!”

I looked at my hand, shocked. When I looked back up at Mark, he was also looking at my hand, and then turning quickly, he began to walk towards his bedroom.

“Hey!” I yelled. “Don’t you dare walk away from me!”

I began to follow him down the hallway.

“Who the hell do you think you are, treating me like that?” I demanded.

“Stay away from me,” Mark yelled over his shoulder as he reached his bedroom.

“Or what?” I asked, catching up with him. “You think I’m afraid… hey!”

I jumped back as, entering his room; Mark slammed the door in my face. I heard a click as he locked it.

“Get your ass out here,” I yelled through the door. “Face me like a man, you little bitch!”

I found I was really mad. I, of course, had wanted to piss Mark off, but I wanted him to at least want to take it out on me, take his sister one more time before I made him truly hate me. I was also angry that Mark kept getting mad, but then seemed to keep calming himself down, as if he didn’t really want to fight. I banged on the door again.

“What’s the matter, Mark? Can’t handle me anymore? Used to those little girls you fuck with?”

“At least I know where they’ve been!” he yelled through the door. “Now either go to sleep, or go get wasted somewhere, but stay the fuck away from me!”

Mark had screamed this so loud, I stepped back away from the door. I shook my head. This was not going to work. If I let it go here, Mark would go to bed, and by tomorrow morning he would try to reason with me. Looking down at the doorknob, I remembered that I still had the keys Mark gave me at his office. Walking back out into the parlor, I grabbed the keys and, making my way back to his bedroom, inserted the key and, turning it, quickly shoved the door open and entered the room.

Mark had lit the candelabras and was standing in front of his bureau. He had removed his shirt and was starting to undo his belt when he turned to look at me.

“Get the fuck out of my room!” he snarled.

“No!” I said, walking right up to him. “You do not tell me what to do you little shit, you got that?” I asked him. “You remember your place!”

I pointed down at my feet.

“Get on your knees and…”

“I told you I don’t want you!” Mark snapped.

I forced myself to hold my ground as Mark stood directly in front of me, his bulging eyes looking into mine.

“This isn’t the game, Megan, I am not touching you, I will not lower myself to touch, a fucking crack whore, even if it’s you! Now get out!”

Mark grabbed my arm and shoved me towards the door.

“How dare you…” I began, feeling my own temper rising.

“Dare I what? Say the truth? You’re a fucking drunken whore, Megan, a weak-willed, lying, stealing, fucking skank!”

“I…” I was speechless at the amount of sheer venom in my brother’s voice.

“You’re a disgrace!” he continued. “A failure! All you do is hurt the people who help you, and I’m fucking sick of it!

He gave me another shove towards the door.

“Tell you what? Think you’re so funny? Go see Mom like that!” Mark yelled. “Go show Denise what her little girl has been up to! I…”

Mark stopped, as hearing my mother mentioned sent me over the edge. I swung my right hand up and caught my brother hard across the face. Mark’s eyes widened and I swear they began to get even darker.

“You… hit me.” he whispered.

“Don’t you talk about my mother!” I yelled in his face. “She doesn’t deserve…”

“An addict for a daughter!” Mark finished. “That’s what she doesn’t deserve you fucking…”

I hit him again, this time with my left hand and even harder, hard enough that I felt the impact all the way up my arm. Mark’s head snapped to the side, and when he whipped it around, I was already swinging with my right again. I cried out as he caught my wrist, and, as I tried to pull it away, he squeezed hard enough to make me cry out in pain. Still holding my wrist, Mark yanked me into him;

“For the last time get away from me you… Oww!”

With a rage driven by the cocaine, I reached up and, hooking my fingers into a claw, raked them across Mark’s neck, drawing blood. Taking advantage of his surprise, I yanked my hand free and swung up and around, slapping him in the mouth with the back of my hand.

“Take that back!” I screamed as I hit him. “Take… huh!”

I gasped as moving faster than my eyes could follow, Mark’s left hand came up and grabbed my throat. My rage was replaced by a stab of fear as I looked into my brother’s face. His eyes were not only black, but were bulging. The veins in his neck were standing out, and his lip was curled into a snarl. Worse, I could feel his hand trembling around my neck, as his powerful fingers dug into my soft skin.

“Oh, you fucking bitch.” Mark hissed, blood dripping from his mouth.

“M…Mark…you’re hurting me,” I choked out.

“You wanted the game.” He whispered.

“ I…”

I cried out again as Mark’s hand left my throat to grab a fist full of my hair. He grabbed it close to the back of my head, pulling it hard and forcing me to bend my head back.

“Oh, yes, whore, it’s time you were shown your place once and for all.”

The thought of Mark fucking me in his present state frightened me, and, despite my plan, I found myself trying to stop him.

“I…I’m sorry Mark,” I whispered as my eyes filled up with tears from the pain in my scalp.

“Sorry? Damn straight you’re sorry, sorriest fucking whore I’ve ever seen.” He smiled through the blood in his mouth. “But not sorry enough. Now get on your knees!” he snapped.

I didn’t see my clothes anywhere. No car keys. No shoes. There wasn’t any way I was going to walk three miles back to my apartment. Being bare ass naked at ten o’clock at night. I needed to think.

Tony probably wasn’t horny any more. I’m sure he would be more reasonable. Now that he shot his load up my ass. He was probably sleeping it off in the bedroom. I quietly padded down the hallway to his room. The door was slightly ajar. I peeked around the corner. It was dark. There he was. That horny bastard was watching some porn flick on his computer. I couldn’t tell what it was, but somebody with a squeaky voice was begging for cock.

He turned to me when I let more light into the room. He was completely dressed. This made me feel even more naked. I was kind of covering myself behind the door.

“Hey, Buttfuck.” he announced. I flushed a beet red. I hoped the neighbors hadn’t heard him yelling.

“Get your ass in the bathroom and clean yourself up.”

I whined back “I can’t find my clothes.” As though, for no reason known to man, they had suddenly disappeared.

“I’ve got them Cumslut.” He laughed. “And I’m keeping them.” “You’ll be wearing what I tell you to wear from now on.”

“Now. Go clean up.” he ordered me. “I’ll be back In the living room shortly.” He announced.

“And so will you.” “Now, Git.” “Silly Bitch.”

I would have thought after all I let him do to me. He would be a bit more grateful at this point, I reasoned. Maybe he was just nervous. Maybe he thought I’d tell on him for fucking me. I’d have to re-assure him later. I sure as hell didn’t want anybody to know Tony had fucked the hell out of me. I also hoped Tony hadn’t noticed that I had liked some of it. I shouldn’t worry. He was really way to preoccupied to have noticed that I had gotten excited.

I went into to the bathroom. Washed up the best I could. Tried to comb my hair and sat on the pot for awhile. Pointless exercise. Then washed my butt good. Inspected my self. Really red knees. Purple fingerlike bruises just below my waist. Overall, not too the worse for wear. I’d been in here for fifteen or twenty minutes. I wondered what I would have to do to get Tony to give me my clothes back.

I entered the living room. I saw he was sitting on the couch. He was watching porn again. Drinking beer. He motioned me to come over to him. He pointed at a bath towel spread out on the floor by his feet. He obviously wanted me to sit on the floor. I wasn’t really in the mood to watch any porn right now. I started to tell him. But he shushed me and said:

“You are really going to want to watch this.” “I guarantee you, you will want to see it.”

Slightly intrigued. I walked over near the towel. I wasn’t going to sit down on the floor. I am an adult. I’d sit in a chair or something.

All of the sudden it hit me. The naked guy in the porn movie was ME! I dropped to the floor next to Tony on the towel. In the porn flick, there I was naked as all get out. My penis flopping in the breeze. I was begging to get butt fucked. Then, the big penis dangling next to me mumbled something. Then I started saying I loved to suck cock. The quality wasn’t very good. The subject was to far away. I had became a film critic all the sudden.

It was me alright. Far away or not. Anyone could tell it was me. Pleading for an ass-fuck. Pleading for cock in my mouth. My penis looked really small to me too. Tony’s looked just fine. This explained why Tony had wanted me to talk to the book shelves. Now I got it. He’d hidden the video camera in there somewhere among all the crap on the shelves.

“You know what this means, Don’t you my little Buttfuck?” Tony looked down at me, his evil grin showing. His eyebrows arched questioningly.

“Umm.” I stalled.

“This is my film. I can show it to anybody I want. Your friends at work say. Your party buddies. Maybe your family. Mom and Dad. Bro and Sis. Who’s your local preacher? A Sissy Bitch like you probably still goes to church on Sundays.”

“Get me?” he asked.

In my defense, I started to say I didn’t go to church except on x-mas and Easter anymore. Then I realized what Tony was telling me. Fucking blackmail. If I didn’t do exactly what Tony wanted me to do. He’d make sure everyone I knew would be seeing this. I’d be ruined. I’d get fired. I’d have no friends. My family would disown me. I’d be an outcast. I couldn’t let that happen. No matter what Tony wanted me to do. I’d have to try to please him. I’d have to wait for my chance to get this film back. Fat chance. What else could I do?

“So Buttfuck, There are going to be some changes in your life.” “From now on you will address me as Sir.” He really liked that one. I could tell from his smile.

“If you forget. Even once. I’ll spank your naked ass like the little Bitch you are.” “Hell, I’m going to spank your ass at least once a day. Just to remind you who’s owns your ass.” He really was digging this. I was his sex toy now. I’ll bet he has wanted his own sex toy all his fucking life.

I had to say something quick. I had to try to draw some limits. Quickly, I said.

“OK, Tony. Sir. You leave me no choice. I’ll be your slave. I don’t see how I can get out of it.” I gave in to him.

“But, I’m not going to let you hurt me. I’ll bolt right out of here. From now on – no bruises. You don’t get to draw blood. No permanent scars.”

“You have to remember I’m a human being.” You just can’t do ANYTHING you want.” “You are going to have to have some limits.” I eyed him carefully. Watching for him to give in a little.

“No tattoos.” I blurted out. I didn’t want to forget that.

“I’m going to need food.” I demanded.

He nodded slowly. Seems I was making sense. “I’m going to need sleep.”

“Maybe not as much as you might think.” He pushed back.

“I still own you.” “Butt Fuck.” His creepy grin was back.

“I plan on enjoying the hell out of this.”

I’d never seen Tony so happy. I’ll bet all the shit he had to put up with all his life must have been hell. Now it was payback time. He probably had to answer to everybody. Now, finally Tony had someone that HE could push around. I think he’ll go easy on me, at least at first. I think he really wants this one sided relationship to last.

I didn’t know what I’d be able to tolerate. I knew I wouldn’t be able to do all the stupid shit Tony was going to demand from me. At least, not for very long. I knew, deep in my heart, that I had actually enjoyed being sexually abused by him. I just hoped he wouldn’t find out.

Tony had been thinking. He had orders for me already.

“Later. When I say.” he went on. “Your going to go to your apartment and pack up all your shit.”

He pauses for effect. “Your moving in here.”

“I’ll be going through all your stuff.” He said. “I’ll take what I want.”

“Maybe, I’ll let you keep some of your shit.” “If I’m feeling generous.”

Tony really wanted to get busy taking over. It occurred to me, this last bit was kind of clever on his part. If I had no place to go, it would be harder for me to leave. I didn’t really have jack shit at my place. I worked part-time at a fast food place. I had crap. Maybe, some nice clothes. They wouldn’t fit Tony. He wouldn’t want them. What did that leave, clock/radio. Fifteen bucks at Wal-Mart.

“Here.” He tossed me a sex toy from off of the coffee table. It was a pink butt-plug. About an inch in diameter. Very tapered. “Put some lube on this and stick it up your ass.” He ordered.

“Right here in front of me.” He licked his lips.

“I want to watch.” He couldn’t stop grinning.

This will be interesting I guess. I grabbed the lube and pulled out a finger full. I rubbed it slowly around the butt plug. Then I shined the whole thing up with my finger. I sure hope Tony enjoys this. The things I do for him.

I turned over placing my shoulders on the floor and stuck my butt up in the air. I spread my legs pretty wide. Then reaching between my legs butt plug in hand. I rolled the slickery end around my asshole greasing it up good. I pushed the head of my new pink toy into my hole. It slipped right in an inch or two..

I felt my sphincter muscles stretch out some. Not so bad. I fucked myself with the toy for a few seconds. My ass was actually liking this. I had no leverage on the plug. I took one hand out from between my legs. I reached around. Switched hands holding the base. I pulled my other hand out and used it for a head rest.

I started fucking myself harder with the butt plug. I pushed longer and more firmly. Then when I thought I could never get this thing up my butt. I felt it go over the edge and slide in. It went in like it had a mind of its own. I put both my arms under my chest. On elbows, I rested for a minute.

Then I turned on to one side. One knee slightly bent laying on the floor. The other pointing straight up. With my legs spread like this. I gave Tony an excellent view of my cock, balls, and butt plugged asshole. Tony puts his hand on my upright knee, pushing it upward. My foot floated in the air.

“Hold it.” He orders.

I reach up and grab my upper calf. Spreading my crotch open for him to see better. Then it happened.

My butt ring had been clutching the butt plug. As it tired. It let go. My natural body functions kicked in and tried to expel the foreign invader. I wasn’t pushing hard at all. I’m sure I could have blown it right out if I’d wanted to. But when my body pushed on it. It slid about an inch out. Stretching my ass ring. It felt pretty good actually. Then my butt ring kicked into action. Trying to pinch it off like so much poop.

As it was tapered and smooth. My butt ring tightening up made it slid right back in to my ass hole. Then the cycle began to repeat. Natural push. Out an inch. Stretch. Auto tightening sphincter. Right back in. This was so cool!

I was just laying there with my legs apart doing nothing. While my asshole was fucking itself! On automatic. I don’t think I could have stopped it if I wanted too. An oooh escaped my lips. Then I realized Tony was watching me fuck myself.

“Goddamn.” He swore. “You’re a fucking whore, Bitch” He laughed at me. I just smiled.

“Your getting a boner again.” He said.

“Just like you did earlier while I was butt fucking you.” He added.

So much for my big secret. He knew I liked getting fucked. My secret was out of the bag.


My master has issued me orders. I am to wear the corset with diamantes on and the grey tights with the hole in the crotch. I am allowed to wear black panties over them whilst at work — but have to remove them immediately upon arrival at home. Over this I have to wear a black pencil skirt and grey blouse. I am also told to wear black leather boots.

I arrive home and take my knickers off, as usual. The hall door is closed with a note stuck to it. The note says to remove the skirt and blouse and to put on the blindfold left on the hall table. Alongside the blind fold are two silk scarves. I look at the note again to see that I must bind each breast with a silk scarf. Once complete, I am to knock on the door. I shiver with fear and lust and do exactly what the note tells me.

I knock on the door and wait in the cold for my master to come for me. After waiting for a while — I can’t tell how long, as I’ve lost all sense of time – but my skin is cold and my nipples are hard from the cold. Eventually my master opens the door and says “Slave you are now in use for my pleasure, if you are a good slave it will be for yours too. Do not defy me, follow every order and do not speak unless I ask you a direct question.” I nod in agreement.

I feel something clipped onto first one nipple and then the other and feel a jerk and move forward towards the motion. I’m thinking that He must have my nipple attached to a chain somehow. He pulls me forward and I feel an obstruction in front of me. He pushes me over and lays me over what seemed to be a table and tells me to stay there.

I hear him move around the room and He then ties one arm down to possibly the leg of the table and continues until my arms and legs are completely tied. This is uncomfortable and the nipple clips are digging into my body as I lay against the table. At the same time I’m on fire with expectation and anticipation and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

He feels my stockinged legs, rubbing up and down, almost like a drum beat, very rhythmically feeling my legs, covered in nylons. Slowly He unzips my boots and breathes very deeply, the leather smell on my feet immediately makes His dick jump and stand to attention. He continues to smell and lick my feet for ages, getting harder and harder and suddenly He shoves my boots back on my feet, zipping them up with force.

He moves towards my head and I hold my breath. He kneels down and gives me a wet kiss leaving my mouth sodden with His saliva. He stands up and takes my hair in His hands and moves my mouth to His cock. I open my mouth and let him put His dick inside. It’s semi hard and He tells me to “suck it nicely slave, make me hard and above all you are to take it — do you understand?” With my head hanging over the table with His cock in my mouth, it’s hard to face up towards Him, so I breathe out around His dick “Yes Master” and began sucking and licking His cock with all my effort. As my mouth gets wetter, my Master starts to slowly fucking my face, in and out moving deeper and deeper. He lets my throat become accustomed to His cock which was by then thick and hard. Slowly He starts moving faster and faster with His hard dick; hitting the back of my throat until I gag.

Suddenly He stops and pulls out, leaving me wanting more. By this time my pussy is so wet; it’s dripping all down my legs. My Master moved behind me. He wiped my juices from my legs and feels my hot wet slit with His fingers and laughs. He puts three fingers in my hole and fucks me for a few seconds and then leans over and shoves His hand in my mouth. My pussy tastes like pure lust and I so badly wanted my Master to fuck me, but dared not ask. I hear him pick up something and suddenly feel a sharp sting on my butt followed by a soft rub and again the sting and then the soft rub. He’s spanking me! This goes on a few more times and then He opens my pussy lips and smacks me right on my pussy and follows this up with a lick. My body was freaking out – it feels pain and then pleasure within a second and all my clit wants to do is cum — one touch and I’ll be gone.

I hear a vibrator turn on and it’s put straight up my pussy — only once – and then my Master puts it on my anus and I tense, this isn’t something he’s done before. He continues playing with my sphincter, pushing in and out slowly, and letting it relax my arse. He gently pushes against the muscles. He pushes it in a little further each time until my arsehole is open and taking it. And it’s making me so horny that I want him to fuck me with it and move my hips to encourage Him. I feel a sharp smack on my arse cheek “Stop it! Do not move until I tell you.” I immediately cease my squirming. He pushes it all in, very slowly. I can’t believe it! It’s a vibrating butt plug. He lets me feel the sensation for a while and then turns it off but leaves the plug in place. I am so horny at this stage I can just scream and beg Him to fuck me but I hold back and just whimper and groan letting him know I’m close to the edge.

He notes my fervour and says “You’re such a horny bitch.” I say nothing. I feel movement around me and feel him untie me. It’s only then that I notice how uncomfortable I am and how sore my nipples are. I yelp in pain as He unclips my nipples and kisses them and then me. He licks and sucks them until I’m moaning with pleasure. Then slowly He put the nipple clips back on. Oh the exquisite pain and pleasure — it makes my pussy jump. By my tits He leads me through to another room and reties me — onto the sofa this time I think — with my legs and arms spread out wide. He then stands over me and again slips His dick in my mouth and give my face a quick fuck. He pulls out and squashes my bound tits together. He seems to clip my nipple clamps together so that they are pulling my tits to squash together. “Beautiful” and then shoves his dick in between and He fucks my tits, squeezing and bruising them and pulling on the clamps, making me feel every movement of His hands and His dick.

He then steps back and turns the vibrator in my arse on. He first puts the setting on low; moving slowly on to medium and then firing up onto high. He then plunges His hard cock into my hot and desperate pussy; and kisses me hotly on the mouth and pulls at the chain holding my nipples and starts to fuck me hard. I immediately started to cum hard and long, He continues to fuck me long after I came. Harder and harder with my pussy sucking on his dick, soaked in cum.

He slows down and moves His cock from my pussy into my mouth and fucks my mouth until He spurts, spilling His seed all over my face and tits, with me lapping up everything I can. Suddenly, He steps away from me again and says “This is not over slave, you have one hour to get cleaned up and to make Me something to eat. In exactly one hour I expect you to be sitting on a chair I will place in the lounge, dressed as you are now.”


Authors notes: This is my first, what do you think? Should I submit Two?

“What do you think?” I asked as I did a slow twirl in front of Jared after donning my costume.

Turning from the computer he glanced up at me, his dark blue eyes taking me in for a moment. With a shrug he turned back around saying, “Looks good to me. Have fun.”

My shoulders fell. I had hoped that dressing up in a sexy costume would get his attention. If it didn’t turn him on, the least it could have done was make him angry. Any emotion was better than none. I looked down at myself. I was wearing four-inch black and red heels, thigh-high stockings, one black, one red with the opposite color bow at the top of each on the back. A few inches above the stockings I was wearing a black and red skirt with plenty of frilly layers underneath to make it puff out. The skirt was so short that the costume came with matching bloomers with little frills on the rear. My top was a bustier, black on one side, red on the other, that cut dangerously low, showing off the inner sides of my modest C-cup twins. I had elbow length gloves that didn’t cover my fingers, my thumbs sticking out of a hole cut into the side of each one. Around my neck I wore a black choker studded with fake, blood red gems. My golden blond hair I’d tied in pigtails on top of my head like a little girl, tying them up with frilly bands that had tiny bells on them. I’d even painted my lips black and red and applied fake eyelashes with little red gems on them. I’d spent a lot of money on this costume in hopes of getting Jared to react.

Apparently it wasn’t enough. So I carefully made my way over, trying hard not to fall on my face in too-tall heels. When I reached my husband, I snaked my arms around his neck and down over his chest from behind. I put my full lips close to his ear and slowly slipped my tongue out, just barely letting it slide along the outer edge of his ear, hoping to feel at least a little shiver. Nothing.

But I wasn’t giving up. I moved down to his neck and placed hot kisses along the strong muscles there and gently licked him from his earlobe to where shoulder met neck. I even ended that with a little nip of my teeth. That’s when Jared shrugged me off with a sigh of annoyance. He turned his head some so he could look at me.

“I’m in the middle of a game here, hun,” he said impatiently as he wiped at the spot where I’d bit him.

I stood back, trying not to cry. We hadn’t had sex in almost half a year. It was even rare if I could get him to let me give him a blowjob. He hadn’t touched me intimately at all during this time. I’d taken to using my toys in the bath almost every night, hoping to relieve some of the built up tension. Nothing helped, though. If anything I was hornier than ever.

As I stood there, staring at the back of his head, listening to the idiotic game he played on the computer, anger replace sadness. I had tried hard for months to get him to come back to me and nothing worked. He just brooded in his computer chair chatting to his online gaming friends. The only time I ever saw any emotion in him was when his real life buddies came over with their computers for a LAN party. I was sick and tired of trying. If he didn’t want me, then I’d find someone else who did. I knew I looked good. I was still young and I deserved to be treated like a queen for at least a night.

Before I caught myself I went over to the wall where the surge protector strip was plugged and yanked it from the socket. As he jumped up and hurriedly plugged the strip back in, yelling at me as he did so, I grabbed my coat, purse, and car keys and left the house for the costume party. I had tried to get Jared to go with me, thinking this would be something fun for us to do together but he refused and no amount of begging, pretend sadness or anger would move him. His loss. I was going to find me a gorgeous, masked man and have my way with him tonight.

By the time I arrived at my friend’s house where the party was, there were cars filling the driveway and lined up and down the street. I parked my car, got out, and began the trek to the house. At the door I was greeted with cheers when I took my coat off and my friend pushed her way through the crowd, handing me a drink as she took my coat.

I downed the alcohol and grinned at her. Unfortunately she could see right through my act and pulled me to her bedroom where she threw my coat on the bed.

“Alright, spill,” she demanded as she closed the door behind me and threw my coat on the bed.

I shrugged. What was there to say that I hadn’t already? “Same old stuff,” I said, a lump suddenly forming in my throat. I took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep the tears from my eyes.

My friend, Ashley, placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I thought this costume would do the trick. I figured if we whored you up a bit then maybe he’d do something.”

Shaking my head I laughed, a short, bitter sound. “So did I. I was stupid enough to believe that maybe he wanted a little something different. He didn’t even get angry that I was going out like this. Normally I can always play to his jealous side.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure something else out.”

“No!” I said suddenly. “I’m tired of trying. I’ve been working my butt of and wracking my brains trying to think of something to get his attention. I know something’s bothering him and I’ve tried to get him to talk about it but he just pulls inside himself even further. I’m done with it all. If he won’t give me what I need, then I’ll find it with someone else!”

“Lis, I don’t like that kind of talk. That’s not like you at all. You love Jared too much to cheat on him.”

With a sigh I sat on the bed, sinking down among the myriad coats. “I know,” I said slowly. “But I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’m horny as fuck all day, every day and it just gets worse. I’ve had to stop myself several times from just grabbing some random guy and sticking my tongue down his throat. It’s gotten so bad that even my boss is looking like a movie star.”

Ashley and I laughed then shuddered. My boss, Mr. Blake, had to be the grossest man I’d ever met. What little hair he had was always greasy and you could smell the unclean scent from a mile away. His face was severely pockmarked from not only the chicken pocks as a kid but his horrible acne when he was a teen. He still suffered from acne, even at forty-five, and the man refused to at least clear the bumps of the white heads before leaving his house. His thin lips were so dry they were cracking and peeling. It was torture having to shake his hand because his handshake was slick and floppy. I wish I could say he also had a gut but the man was a beanpole. His only redeeming feature was his height. He towered over me by a foot and I was five feet and four inches. But Ashley and I had agreed one drunken night that he wasn’t entirely gag-worthy. Sometimes we plotted to kidnap him and make him wash his hair, apply chap stick and use a strong acne treatment on his face. Then he’d have some potential.

As we thought for a moment about my boss, the sound of something shattering in the rest of the house brought us back to reality. Ashley looked at me with sympathetic eyes before leaving the room to investigate the noise. For a moment more I stood there wondering if I could really go through with cheating on Jared. The truth was that I just wanted him to notice me again. We’d been together since high school and after we were married, his attention to me began to wan. At first I didn’t think anything of it. He’d just started a new job and was tired most of the time. After a while I’d managed to trick myself into thinking nothing was wrong at all. Ashley made me see the light and since then I’d been trying to save our marriage. I only wanted him. The thought of another man touching me set my stomach to rolling.

With that thought, I took a deep breath and left the room to enjoy the party, no longer thinking of finding another man to satisfy me. I would just have to think up something really clever to get my husband to want me again.

It was some hours later when I felt my cell vibrate inside one of the cups of my bustier. I stuck my hand under my breast and pulled my phone out. The number on the screen was unfamiliar. Flipping it open I held it to my ear, my other hand plugging the opposite ear.

“Hello?” I said, yelling to be heard over the din.

“Hello? Mrs. Wright?” the female voice on the other end yelled.

I began pushing my way to the front door so I could step out onto the porch. When I was outside I answered. “Yes, this is she.”

“This is Valley Memorial Hospital, I’m calling about your husband, Jared Wright.”

My heart stopped and I backed myself against the railing as I felt my knees wobble. “Is he all right?”

“He is now, we’ve got him stabilized. We’d like you to come to the hospital to fill out the insurance paperwork.”

“Okay, yeah, sure, I’ll be there in a bit.” As I closed the phone, Ashley stepped out of the house, fanning herself. When she saw me, the smile fell from her lips. “Jared’s in the hospital,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Then what the hell are you still doing here? You didn’t have too much to drink did you? You can drive right? If not, I’ll grab Kenny and he can take you. He’s on another diet and he says alcohol has too much sugar and calories in it so he hasn’t had a single drink tonight,” she said.

“I haven’t had too much to drink, but I think I might still need a ride. I don’t think I could make it there safely myself.”

Ashley nodded and ran back inside. Moments later Kenny, her husband, came out carrying my coat, his keys and my purse in the other hand. He kissed Ashley bye and directed me to his car. On the drive there we sat in silence. The woman had said Jared was stabilized, but what had happened? Who had called 911?

“I’ll wait here for you,” Kenny said as he dropped me off at the front doors. I nodded and got out of the car. He then pulled into a parking space nearby.

Rushing inside I went to the front desk and asked about Jared. The nurse gave me a room number, telling me to stop by the nurse’s station on that floor before seeing my husband. I thanked her and made my way to the elevator.

At the third floor nurse’s station I was handed a clipboard of papers to fill out and no one would answer my questions. Instead of arguing, I took a seat nearby and hurriedly filled out the forms. On the last page a nurse came up to me.

“Are you Lissy Wright?” she asked. The voice sounded familiar. I looked up and nodded. “Hi, I’m Nurse Fairweather, I’m the one who contacted you earlier.”

Standing, I shook her hand. “Oh, right, I thought I’d heard your voice somewhere before. So what happened to my husband?”

She motioned for me to follow her. As we began to walk she explained. “Neighbors heard shouting and a loud crash and called the police. When they arrived at your house they found your husband on the floor unconscious. An ambulance was called and the paramedics were able to restart your husband’s heart.”

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. “His heart had stopped?”

“Yes. He was believed to have been dead for several minutes before the police arrived. Luckily one of them began administering CPR, which helped immensely. We might not have been able to save your husband otherwise. His heart did stop again in the ride over here, but since he’s been here, we haven’t run into any problems. He seems to be doing all right. We’re not sure what happened at your house, but all that matters is that it wasn’t a heart attack and that he should be back to normal in a day or two. We’re going to keep him here overnight for observation, though, just to be sure.”

We stopped by a door and the nurse knocked then opened it. Inside, Jared was reclined in the bed, his face pale. He turned to look at me and something passed through his eyes for an instant. He held up one trembling hand and I ran to him, grabbing it and holding it against my lips as I sat in the chair next to the bed.

“I’ll leave you two alone then,” Nurse Fairweather said and quietly closed the door.

“What happened?” I asked, tears filling my eyes. Jared looked weak. It scared me.

“The computer crapped out,” he rasped. “When I tried to fix it, I was electrocuted.”

I leaned forward and gave him a hug. I then felt his lips on the top of my head and the tears that had filled my eyes began to spill. When I leaned back, he stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you, hun. I don’t know what was wrong with me.”

I shook my head emphatically. “No, no! Don’t worry about it. I don’t care about that. All I care about is your well-being.”

He chuckled. “Don’t lie, I know you’ve been upset. I promise I’ll make it up to you. We’ll do something special as soon as I’m feeling myself again.”

“Okay,” I nodded and climbed into the bed beside him. It wasn’t long before the nurse came back and told me I’d have to leave for the night and could come back to get him tomorrow. I kissed him passionately and wished him goodnight then made my way back outside to Kenny.

The next day I threw my hair up in a quick ponytail and wore a light blue tank top with a knee-length black skirt. I felt giddy as I rushed around the house trying to get ready. With the way my husband had acted last night at the hospital I was excited to see if he’d be as sweet today. Grabbing a bag I’d put a change of clothes for Jared in I hurried to the car and navigated through the nearly empty streets to the hospital.

A doctor stopped me in the hallway a few feet from Jared’s room to let me know what had happened before I arrived. He laughed and said he’d never seen such a recovery and that he was shocked to see Jared up and moving around as if he’d had a few cups of coffee. When I entered the room he stopped in his aimless pacing and turned to me, a broad grin spread across his face. Coming up to me, he wrapped me in his arms and squeezed me so tight my back popped in a few places.

“I missed you,” he said lovingly as he stood back and caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes and reveled in his touch, a smile playing on my lips. I couldn’t remember the last time he was like this. It had been a slow but steady downhill slope since we were married.

“I missed you, too,” I replied then handed him the clothes. He took them and immediately pulled off the hospital gown. He still had on the boxers from the night before and I’d brought him a new pair since he usually changed them every day, but he just tossed the clean pair aside and began slipping into the jeans.

When he had the jeans buttoned and was about to put the shirt on, I told him to wait. He looked at me quizzically and then smiled when he saw the way I was looking at him. Jared was by no means buff, but his muscles were defined and he had just the right amount of fat around his stomach so he wasn’t stick thin. His chest and shoulders were broad with a thin covering of hair over his pecs. The hair trailed down in a neat line over his stomach, disappearing into his jeans. I was glad it had been a hot summer because Jared now sported a light tan that gave him a healthy glow.

As I stared, I walked slowly over to him and lightly ran my fingers over his chest and stomach. You could barely see the outlines of his abs through the thin layer of fat on them, but that was just how I liked him. Healthy. Normal. Because he wasn’t incredibly buff or stick thin, those dimples that so many woman love that poke out above the jeans were non-existent on Jared. Every time I saw him in pants and no shirt I thanked God that Jared didn’t have them. I found them revolting.

Jared’s hand took mine and I looked up into his dark eyes. His dark, brown hair was unruly at times and it was especially so today. I chuckled and used my free hand to move a few strands off his forehead. When I had done so, I cupped his cheek in my hand, feeling the roughness from his day old stubble on my palm. Jared had a long face, but it wasn’t comically long and all his features fit just right. His jaw didn’t disappear into his neck either. And his brown eyes were large and the corners turned down ever so slightly, making him look just a bit sad.

I ran my thumb over his lips, which were the most beautiful pair of lips I’d ever seen in my life. Both were full, the bottom one just a bit more so than the top. They weren’t chapped or peeling and he never wore chap stick. Every time I saw them I was overcome with the urge to kiss them, to nibble on them, to taste them.

Apparently he had the same idea at that moment as his lips came down over mine. A tiny whimper escaped me. I had been without his kisses for just as long as I had been without his touches. I melted into him and his arms went around me as I felt my knees weaken. The kiss deepened and his tongue played along the line between my lips, urging them open. When I opened to him, his tongue lashed into my mouth and his hold on me tightened, exciting a gasp from me that disappeared into his mouth. I was like putty in his grip now. His tongue running over mine, mingling with it, those wonderful lips pressed against my own. It was heaven and it had me completely turned on. I squirmed a bit in his arms as I felt my panties dampen. I felt him chuckle deep in his chest as he placed a leg between mine and gently pushed his knee against my increasingly damp slit. I groaned as he ground his knee into me and my hands went into his thick hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and pulling him more against me.

“Ahem,” a voice sounded behind me. I jumped and pulled apart from my husband, every inch of bare skin on me glowing bright red. I looked at the nurse and her cheeks were just as red from walking in on such an intimate moment. “Sorry to, uh, interrupt,” she said and cleared her throat. “Your discharge papers are ready if you’d like to leave.”

In the car ride home, Jared’s hand found its way to my thigh and began rubbing lightly, idly slipping underneath my skirt and squeezing my leg every so often. I could feel the sexual energy radiating off of him and it was all I could do to keep myself from speeding home.

At home I managed to appear as if I wasn’t hoping he would rip my clothes from me and take me right in the entryway. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge.

“Is there anything in particular you’d like for lunch?” I asked as I bent over to inspect the bottom shelf’s contents.

Hands on my hips and something big and hard against my ass told me Jared was right there. I giggled and stood, closing the refrigerator. When I’d turned completely to face him I threw my arms around his neck and looked at him. Something was different in his eyes. I couldn’t tell what, but I’d never seen him look at me as he was doing now. He kissed me, shoving me against the big appliance, his hands roaming up under my tank top, all thoughts about his look gone as I lost myself in his frantic groping.

One big hand engulfed my left breast and kneaded it then squeezed it hard, making me gasp in pain/pleasure. I took his bottom lip in my mouth and sucked hard on it then nipped it, making him gasp this time. I felt his smile against my lips and his hands at the hooks of my bra. Within seconds I felt the weight of my breasts as the bra loosened and I sighed in relief. He busied himself with taking my shirt of then, sliding it up over my stomach, his hands grazing the skin, sending electric shocks through me to my aching sex.

With my shirt off he tossed it aside and pulled the bra off my arms and tossed it as well. Without another though his mouth descended on my left breast, pulling the hardened nipple into his mouth. I groaned, sliding my fingers into his hair and tugging slightly but not pulling him away in the least. The vibration of his moan rippled through my chest. He sucked harder and grazed his teeth over the nipple, making me cry out at the pain. I returned the favor by tugging his hair harder.

Before I knew what was happening, he picked me up and set me on the kitchen counter. He stood between my knees and pulled me forward. The counter was just low enough so that my panty-covered lips were pressed against the erection that pointed up towards his chin inside his jeans. He took my other breast in his mouth now, his right hand toying with my left nipple. I began grinding my pussy against him, allowing my juices to completely soak through my panties and then his jeans.

For a moment he stopped and undid his jeans and stepped out of them as well as his boxers. I looked down and my mouth began to water. I wanted my mouth over his dick so badly. My lips went dry and I licked them. Looking back up into Jared’s eyes again I noticed something different but didn’t think anything of it beyond a second’s passing thought. With his member exposed I hooked my calves behind his back and pulled him back to me, shoving my sex against him. He threw back his head and groaned deeply then attacked me like never before.

Pushing me to lie back on the counter, he ripped my panties from me and pushed my skirt up onto my stomach. Less than a second passed before he used my hips to pull me to his mouth. I moaned loudly as his teeth nipped at my clit then he sucked hard on it, his tongue just barely glancing over it, making me jump with each pass. With nothing to grab hold of on the counter, my nails scraped against the surface as I tossed my head from side to side, unable to control myself.

He sucked hard and fast on my clit, sometimes going back to nipping it. Then I felt two of his thick fingers slide easily into my vagina and he began pumping them in an out faster than he’d ever done before, making sure to hook his fingers into my g-spot on the way out. I squirmed more, my hands flying to my face as I covered the loud screams of pleasure trying to escape. Jared pulled his fingers from my pussy and grabbed both of my hands, pulling them from my mouth, never stopping in his onslaught of my clit. He wanted to hear me scream. He’d never let me be so loud and it only turned me on more.

The moment his fingers went back to my hole I cried out one last time as my orgasm hit me and my world went black. Wave after wave slammed through me, my back arching, my hands scrabbling at the counter, at my skirt, finally landing on Jared’s head and pulling his mouth harder against me. It took minutes for the pleasure to subside but I continued to shake. My husband pulled my hands from his hair and stood up, a wicked smile on his lips. From the look in his eyes, I knew he definitely wasn’t done.

Pulling me from the counter, he threw me over his shoulder and hauled me into the bedroom. I squealed as I felt myself fall through the air to land on the bed. He pulled my skirt off my and crawled onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. I sat up and looked at him, knowing exactly what he wanted.

I crawled forward and took his cock in my hand and began slowly pumping it. Lowering my head I put my mouth so close to the tip that my hot breath washed over it and it jumped in my grasp. Slowly, almost painfully so, I let the tip of my tongue slide around the head of his dick and then down one side of the shaft, moving my hand aside.

As I brought my head back up, I moved my tongue slowly from side to side and made sure to flick it over the most sensitive part under the head. A jolt went through me as I heard his groan. I licked back down the next side and back up, swirling my tongue over the head. I then began placing kisses on the head, down his shaft and ending at his balls. Those I sucked into my mouth and moaned as they filled it. I felt his hips buck and his hands went to my shoulders and squeezed.

Busying myself with his testicles I began pumping his shaft again. Soon I couldn’t take it anymore and slowly licked my way up his shaft and kissed the tip of his dick again. I pulled back a little bit, my hand still stroking, waiting for a moment. Just when he opened his mouth to ask me why I’d stopped, I shoved my mouth quickly over the head and down onto the shaft, stuffing his cock into my throat where I swallowed. Jared groaned so loudly then and grabbed my head.

He began lifting his hips, pumping his dick in and out of my mouth, fucking it hard. It hurt and it made me gag several times, but he didn’t let up and I found myself reaching between my legs to play among the folds there, moaning when his dick wasn’t shoved down my throat.

My other hand was on his balls, massaging them in time with his hard thrusts. I felt them begin to tighten and knew he was about to finish. I readied myself for swallowing his cum but he had other ides. Ripping my head from his dick, he flipped me around and savagely rammed his cock into my dripping pussy. I cried out as he hit the deepest part of me, sending darts of pain through my body. He didn’t stop, though. With his hands on my hips he thrust and pulled me back at the same time, hitting against my womb each time. Normally I didn’t like it so rough but I’d been without sex for so long that I no longer cared. I let myself scream with the pain and found myself cumming several times in the few minutes he took to finish. With one last thrust he cried out as his seed shot into me. My arms suddenly felt weak and I let my top half fall to the bed, panting hard.

After he pulled out, I rolled onto my side and tried not to let the pain get to me. It felt good but hurt more than I ever thought possible. Jared lay back against the pillows and headboard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. We looked at each other, wide smiles on our faces. Suddenly I winced as the pain flared.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, it hurts, but I’ll be fine.”

With a nod of his own, Jared got up, slapping my ass hard before he made his way to the bathroom. His calling me ‘babe’ and slapping me on the ass was very different than how he ever was, but I just chalked it up to his lack of action in months and the fact that he’d almost died. Sighing deeply satisfied beyond belief, I rolled over and spread my legs, letting the cool air of the room blow over my hot sex. While I cooled off, Jared left the room. I heard him seconds later rummaging around in the kitchen. I let my eyes close for a moment, enjoying the peace that had washed over me.

After a minute I got up and scurried to the bathroom, trying to get there before everything decided to come out and create a mess. I turned on the shower, doing what could only be described as a pee dance, my legs closed to my knees, the muscles clenching tight and impatiently shifting from foot to foot as the water warmed.

As soon as the water became remotely warm enough I threw the curtain aside enough for me to get in and then closed it behind me. I adjusted the warmth, my muscles relaxing even more as the warmth slipped down over my bare skin, sending goose bumps up my arms as a shiver of pleasure went through me. I stood there my head tilted slightly back and my eyes closed to avoid getting any water in them.

By the time I turned to let my back warm up, I heard the heavy steps of Jared’s feet enter the bedroom. The shower curtain was slid back a little seconds later. Jared stuck his head in and grinned at me. I smiled lazily back, the water easing the muscles of my neck.

“You look happy. Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” I purred.

Still being naked, Jared didn’t have to bother with clothes so he stepped into the tub and shut the curtain. He stepped up to me, pressing his stomach against mine. His hands went to my hips and he gently slid his fingers onto my back and began caressing my heated flesh. Gentle circles and strokes all over my back had my muscles turned to liquid. Letting my head fall forward onto Jared’s chest, I sighed contentedly, my arms wrapping around his waist, holding him close.

He then turned me around so I was out of the water and one hand left my back. Before I could even ask him not to stop, he brought it back with the bar of soap and began massaging my muscles as he lathered my skin. The soap trailed down from my shoulder, making its way to my buttocks and back up. After a few strokes, he switched hands and did the same to the other side. When he was finished with my back he made a quick, hard grab at my ass cheek, making me laugh, before he started on my front.

Instead of using the soap directly on my skin, he lathered it in his hands, set the soap aside, and began exploring my body as he cleaned me. Fingers ran over my throat and out over each shoulder, stopping to rub circles there as I groaned, enjoying the massage. They continued down over my breasts where he spent a majority of his time. There he had to lather his hands again and continue lifting, groping, and rubbing each breast.

My back involuntarily arched into the palms of his hands while they worked the firm but malleable flesh there. The rough pads of his thumbs running over my nipples, making them harder than the cool air from the bathroom had done after I was no longer under the water. I gasped when I felt a sudden pinch and opened my eyes to look at him. He looked down at me, a sly grin on his lips. When he moved lower, over my stomach, I closed my eyes again and felt his fingers swirl over my skin, gradually sliding down to my navel and stopping just short of my mound. He lathered his hands up again and continued working on cleaning every inch of my stomach.

I took this time to grab the bar of soap and stick my hands under the running water behind Jared. Lathering my own hands up, I set the soap down and began massaging his shoulders, feeling the muscles under my fingers give as I worked the knots from them. Jared stopped for a moment, leaning forward a little more and resting his head on my shoulder, groaning as I worked out a particularly nasty kink.

“It’s from sitting so long in that computer chair playing games,” I said softly, feeling that my normal volume would break the sweet spell of the shower. Jared only groaned in reply as another knot gave way under my ministrations. I worked up from his shoulders, going over the hardened cords of his neck muscles and continuing up to the base of his skull where it met his spine. As my fingers worked into his hair I felt his hands drift down over my back and grab each of my ass cheeks, giving them a hard squeeze. I gave his hair a soft tug in response then pulled his head up so the water ran over it.

As he allowed me to wet his hair, my fingers slowly working his scalp, Jared’s thick fingers found their way downward to the apex of my legs, one hand cupping my sex while the other hand began working on the muscles of my hip. The hand covering my sex pushed against the lips, putting pressure on my clit just between the folds. He ground his palm there, making small, circular motions, causing my body to react and my juices to begin to flow.

I did my best to continue working, grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting a dollop in one palm, then scrubbing his hair, continuing my massage. But the more I tried to work, the harder Jared pushed and the faster his hand moved. By the time I had his hair lathered, Jared took his hand from my hip and grasped one of my breasts in it, squeezing it, then pinching the nipple hard. I bit my lip and began to rinse the shampoo from his hair.

His eyes bored into me as he watched the changes in my expression and body while he worked on me. He could see my cheeks turning red, my chest rising faster as I began to pant. It was easy to tell I was succumbing to it all, but I continued to fight it, enjoying the play and getting to touch him. Then he stopped and as my body was coming down from the building tension I took a deep breath. That’s when he plunged two fingers inside my pussy and began to work them hard and fast. I gasped and my knees went weak. Jared was a step ahead of me, pulling me to him, holding me tight against his chest as I squirmed and moaned, the water cascading over my face.

I began to shake as an orgasm overtook me and as I screamed out, “Oh God! Jared!” my mind blanked and my entire body went lax in his grip. I heard him chuckle as he pulled his fingers from my dripping hole. He moved so the water running over my face was no longer blinding me then moved me so I could look at him.

The fingers he’d used on me came to my lips and pushed their way into my mouth. I instantly began sucking on them, wrapping my tongue around one then the other, cleaning my cum from them, enjoying the taste of it and his skin mixed together. I hungrily grabbed at his hand and ravaged his fingers, moans escaping my throat as I felt my pussy begin to throb again.

Jared took one of my hands and guided it towards his erect cock and helped me to wrap my fingers around it. I began pumping up and down on it faster and faster as I still worked on cleaning every last taste of myself from his fingers. I felt his eyes on me and looked up at him. He stared at me with such intensity it turned me on even more. I stood and turned so I could face him, pressing my body against his. With my hand on his dick, I guided it between my legs, the lips sliding open easily, enveloping his rock hard member.

He stood completely still as I pumped his fingers in and out of my mouth and began to slid myself over his cock, letting it rub against my clit and hole, covering it in slick cum. Groans rumbled up from his chest as I worked.

I began to feel him move with me, his cock sliding over me faster and faster, his breathing becoming labored. His free hand snaked up to my hair at the back of my head and grabbed it, savagely pulling me from his other hand and forcing me to turn around.

Pushing my head down he moved me against the back wall of the shower, turning my face toward the curtain, my shoulders pressing into the wall. I placed my hands on either side of my head and braced myself as he roughly plunged his dick into my pussy. I screamed out and he stuffed his fingers back into my mouth, one hand still locked into my hair.

My tits slapped against the wall with each of his thrusts and my muffled cries escaped around his fingers. He pounded me harder and harder, bringing tears to my eyes. This time there was no pleasure in it for me. It was all for him. He took what he wanted from me, ignoring how in pain I was and when he came with a loud groan, he let me go, allowing me to slid down into the tub while he stepped back and finished washing his hair.

I tried not to cry out loud, just letting the tears roll down my cheeks, my face turned away from him. It didn’t take long for him to finish washing and when he was done, he stepped out and began drying himself off, leaving the shower on for me to clean myself. I waited there in the tub for him to leave and when I heard him close the door I began to sob.


I thought that him wanting me again was a good thing. After the shower sex I put that from my mind and continued on as if he hadn’t pretty much raped me. When we’d gone to bed that first night, I was woken up in the middle of the night by Jared wanting more. I allowed it, thinking, If I refuse, will he stop wanting me again?

Luckily he wasn’t so rough but there was still something different in his movements than what I remembered. Though I didn’t say anything and continued to ignore what my gut was telling me.

After only three days the feeling that something was drastically changed in my husband kept nagging me. Every time I turn around he’s there wanting me to suck him off or ride him while he watches television. I can’t take a shower without being accosted. Hell, I can’t even walk in front of him without him reaching out and pulling me to him so he can grope under my shirt and down my pants.

I was beginning to tire and on the fourth day I couldn’t bare to have any more sex. While Jared was napping in bed I quietly left the house and drove over to Ashley’s.

I hadn’t been able to talk to anyone since the accident. The costume party was on the weekend so on Monday I’d called work and told them I needed some time off to keep an eye on my husband. It was a relief to get out of the house by myself.

Sitting on the opposite end of the couch from Ashley I heaved a sigh. That’s when my friend began pouring the wine she’d brought into the living room. I nearly drained the glass before I set it back on the coffee table.

“Well, I guess I’m in for some crazy news, huh?” Ashley asked as she refilled the glass.

“You have no idea,” I said and picked up the wine and took another long drink. “I think there’s something wrong with Jared,” I began after setting my drink back down.

“Wrong? Is he feeling bad from the accident?” Ashley picked up her own glass then and sipped it delicately.

“No. At least, it doesn’t seem like it. He’s much more active than he ever used to be. It’s all I can do to get some peace. He’s forever wanting to have sex.”

At that, Ashley laughed. “But I thought that’s what you wanted?”

“I did, but not like this.” I leaned in close. “The amount of sex is fine, I guess, but the majority of it is…rough. Much rougher than he ever used to be. He’s hurt me several times and doesn’t seem in the least bit concerned. I could be crying for him to stop and he won’t.”

I gauged the look on Ashley’s face as it hit her how bad things were with Jared. Before answering she drained her glass. “Geeze, Lis, I’m really sorry. Could it just be him being a bit over exuberant about everything since he could have died?”

“That’s what I thought at first, but something else seems different about him. It’s not just the sex. It’s the way he talks to me, the way he walks, what he likes to watch on TV. And I haven’t seen him playing a computer game since I left for the party Saturday.”

“Well now that’s really odd. He’s always on that stupid game.”

“I know! When I realized that, I started thinking about everything. He’s starting to scare me. He’s treating me like a slave. All he does is sit on the couch watching television or on the computer looking up porn and he demands things like bringing him drinks or fixing him dinner. He knows I don’t cook very well. Before he used to make sure he was the one who did the cooking. I don’t understand. And if I don’t get to bringing him whatever he wants fast enough, he starts yelling.”

“Yelling? But he never yells.”

“Exactly. That’s where it’s starting to scare me. I’m afraid that he’ll get violent one day.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

I gave Ashley a look as if she were crazy. “You honestly think I could talk to him about something like that when I think he might go over the deep end one day and hit me?”

“Ah, yeah, true. Well, what else can you do?”

“I’m not sure. But I’ve gotta figure it out quick. I can’t take much more of this.”


It was late when I walked in the door. I could hear the television in the living room and so made my way quietly to the bedroom. I was halfway down the hall when Jared’s voice stopped me.

“Where’ve you been?” he asked, a slight edge to his voice.

I turned. Seeing him standing there in the hallway I smiled at him. “I just went over to Ashley’s for a bit of girl time.”

“And you didn’t think to ask me?”

“I didn’t know I needed permission,” I said slowly.

“I don’t like it when you don’t run things by me first,” he replied.

Trying not to fidget and show off how nervous I was, I just chuckled and said, “Sorry, next time I’ll let you know before I go somewhere.”

He stood there for another moment, his eyes looking at me as if he were trying to read my mind. Somewhere in the back of my head I was afraid that, somehow, he could. After another moment he turned and went back into the living room, calling out behind him, “You need to fix dinner, I’m starving. And don’t burn anything this time!”

I took that moment to run to my room to collect myself before coming back out to make something to eat.

While in my room I ran to the bathroom and shut and locked the door. Sitting on the toilet I let myself cry out my fear at the changes in my husband. I would gladly go back to him ignoring me and playing his online games if it meant he wasn’t this sex-crazed angry man.

“How long are you going to take?” I heard him yell through the house. “I haven’t eaten since before you left!”

“I’ll be out in a minute!” I yelled back and quickly cleaned up my face then changed into some baggy pajamas, hoping I could look unappealing to him.

Later that night, I lay in bed wide awake. I hadn’t made it without having to have sex with Jared, but luckily he fell asleep afterward and was out like a light. The clock on the nightstand next to my side told me it was well after one in the morning. Looking at Jared I carefully slid out of bed and tiptoed into the living room to the computer.

Once it was on, I began searching for anything relating to changes in behavior after near death experiences. I found several links to people posting on forums asking for help with their loved ones who’d become complacent or deeply depressed. Others were expressing their happiness at how energetic and loving someone had become when, before, they’d been so-so. I did manage to find some who talked about the person becoming easily agitated and restless. Those were the ones I read all of.

By three I hadn’t found any useful information and was beginning to fall asleep at the keyboard. I figured I’d try one last link and then go to bed. I’d passed it over earlier because it was some ghost story site and I didn’t believe in those kinds of things, not to mention ghosts were not my problem here.

After clicking on the link, the site came up and I began to read. The more I read the more awake I became. This covered every kind of behavior change in a person who’d nearly died. Not only that but it talked of changes in personality as well as mannerisms, which most of the other sites had not.

Then I read over one part and had to read it several more times to make sure I’d read it correctly.

While some people who have near death experiences are the same in everything else but their outlook on life, there are those who seem to be missing pieces of their memory. Those who seem completely changed. You might not notice it at first because you’re too happy that your loved one is alive and safe now, but it’s not long before you begin to wonder what’s going on with them.

Sometimes a near death can unlock a part of them they never knew they had in them, but I have found that most of the time, these changes mean that your loved one is no longer with you.

You see, there are earthbound spirits everywhere. Sometimes they forget to go, sometime they don’t want to. Whatever the case may be for them, some have figured out that they can possess those who’ve recently died. It may only take a second of the heart stopping, but as long as the body’s soul has vacated the premises the earthbound spirit may take over. This accounts for some memory loss and the other changes your loved one may be suffering from.

Sometimes they’re not too bad, all they want is another chance at life, but other times they possess people in order to fulfill some mischievous task that could very well harm those around them.

If you’ve realized that your loved one may be possessed, don’t panic. If you’re lucky, you may get their soul back, but I won’t say there haven’t been times when the original soul has moved on. Sometimes it was just that person’s time to go.

I have visited several people who began to wonder if their loved one was possessed and when the original soul is still lingering, I have been able to send the earthbound spirit on, allowing the body’s actual soul to come back.

If you believe you are experiencing this and would like help, please contact me. I have had this happen to someone in my family and I know how scary it can be. I want to help.

It was the closest thing I could find to my problem. I had nothing to lose if I contacted this person. Scrolling down the page I saw that the writer, a man, lived in the same state. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly copied his e-mail address and went to compose a message to him. I could only hope he’d get back to me soon.

The next morning after more rough sex with Jared, he announced he was going out for a while. Inwardly I sighed with relief and hoped that he’d be gone for several hours.

As he grabbed the car keys and opened the front door he stopped and turned to me. “I don’t want you leaving this house, you hear?” he said, his face stern as he looked at me.

I smiled weakly and nodded. He smiled then and quickly pulled me to him, crushing my lips against his. His tongue forced my lips open and he ravaged my mouth. As quickly as he had begun, he stopped and let me go.

“I’m not trying to control you, hun, I just think you’re too pretty to be going anywhere by yourself. You need me there to keep the losers away,” he said with a wink and a chuckle then left the house.

As soon as I had the door closed and locked behind him I ran to the living room and peeked out the window, watching him get in the car and drive off down the road. I then turned around and sat on the couch for several minutes to make sure he wouldn’t suddenly turn around and come home because he forgot something.

When I felt it was safe I jumped up and went to the computer, turning it on. I sat down in the chair, my right leg bouncing with impatience as the machine booted up. After everything was running I opened a web browser and checked my e-mail. Nothing in the inbox. I sighed. I had hoped the guy would get back to me soon. I went to close out of the window when I noticed I had something in my spam folder. Opening it up I found a reply from the ghost guy.

My pulse raced as I read through the few lines he wrote.

Mrs. Wright,

I’m very glad you found my site and have contacted me. From what you mentioned it could be very possible your husband has become possessed. If he’s as touchy as you say he is I would advise caution and I would like to make a visit as soon as possible. Are you available any time today?

-Gary Farmer

I quickly typed out a reply, letting him know that I was not busy at the moment but not sure how long my husband would be gone and sent it. Once that was done I decided I’d surf the net for a bit, hoping he would reply within minutes.

It didn’t take long at all to receive his answer.

I am in your area right now. If you can make it to the little coffee shop on Main I would be happy to talk about this.

For a moment I sat there debating on if I should go or not. What if Jared came back while I was out? I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought. Would it be worth it to get caught by Jared should I be gone when he got back? What if this set him off enough to hit me? Of course, if I didn’t find out if possession could actually be real and what’s happening to Jared, I could end up with an abusive husband for the rest of my life. That did it. What were a few hits compared to how many I could receive in the years to come should I not try and fix things? I sent a reply back saying I’d be there in ten minutes and briefly described myself then ran to get ready to leave.

At the coffee shop I stood just inside the entrance, scanning the crowd. I had no idea what this man looked like. I should have taken a few minutes to go back to the site to see if he had a picture. Since I didn’t I just had to wait and see if he realized who I was. There weren’t very many people in the shop. It was the in-between time for coffee drinkers. Those that were there were spread out over the many tables or plush couches and chairs. I glanced at the little fireplace against the far wall and smiled, no one was sitting there. It would be nice to have a drink and let the liquid warmth and the heat from the fire take some of the edge off since it was an unusually chilly morning.

Taking in the room one more time my eyes roved over those at the counter waiting to order or pick up their drink. One customer was just taking up two cups from the counter when he turned and caught my eye. Something passed in his eyes and I knew that must be him. Sure he enough he began walking over to me.

He was tall. Had to be a few inches over six feet. His short-cropped hair was a dark, steely gray, making him look very distinguished. Sensitive, eyes- that looked dark from this far away- sat under rimless glasses that were perched on a straight nose that wasn’t too small or too big at the end. Under that his lips could just barely pass for full. A stubborn-looking chin led to a strong jaw that was clean-shaven. What few wrinkles he had weren’t deep and only showed that he must smile quite often.

I took in the square of his shoulders under his black trench coat and the way the fabric of his sky blue button-down shirt fit snugly over a broad chest. His shirt was tucked into dark slacks at a narrow waist that led the eye down long legs ending in feet shod in shiny black shoes. The overall appearance was of a man who was comfortable in sensible, business-like clothing but you could easily see him in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He must’ve been at least ten years older than me, putting him in his mid-forties. I felt my heart begin to thud in my chest as he neared me.

“Mrs. Wright?” he asked, his voice soothing with just the hint of a bass tone.

“Y-yes,” I stuttered as I realized he was now standing right in front of me.

He smiled and my heart melted, the parenthesis on either side of his lips deepening as he showed off pearly white, almost perfect teeth. “Good, I was afraid I’d end up approaching the wrong woman.”

“Oh I don’t think any woman would mind be approached by you,” I suddenly blurted then realized what I said.

He flashed me that smile yet again, his dark honey eyes twinkling in amusement. “Shall we sit?” He motioned to the fireplace and I turned and went to it. Once seated he handed me one of the drinks. “Of course I’m not sure what you liked so I asked them to go light on the flavoring. It’s just a regular mocha.”

“Oh, thank you,” I replied as I took the drink, my fingers just barely brushing his, causing a blush to creep into my cheeks.

“So I won’t keep you here long, you did mention that you might not have enough time. The last thing I want to do is get you in trouble with your husband.”

“Right. Well first you have to understand that I’m a bit skeptical about all this ghost stuff. I didn’t even click the link to your site until I’d exhausted all others. It was a shock to see how much everything you described matched my husband to a T.”

“Of course, I understand. Most people are like you and that’s not a bad thing. There’s stuff out there that we are better off not knowing anything about. Ignorance is bliss, right?” He chuckled, making me smile.

“So how do you suppose you’ll know if he’s actually possessed- if that’s what’s going on, that is.”

“Well I’d need to meet him somewhere in a situation that would allow me to shake his hand. I will know then.”

“You’re psychic or something?”

“Or something,” he replied with a small smile then took a sip of his drink, which prompted me to drink my own. “I’ve been this way since an accident when I was a kid. I almost died myself. I was lucky that nothing tried to take over my own body, but the residue of death stayed with me and allowed me to sense things and sometimes see them.”

“Oh, I see.”

“So about meeting your husband. When do you think is a good time? I must insist that it be very, very soon.”


“You see, while it’s possible to put a soul back in its own body or pull an intruding one out, it can take time and a lot of effort. I’d normally need a few people to help me. Unfortunately all those I know are currently out of town for one thing or another. So in order for me to do this I have to use Halloween to get this done. Now spirits are stronger that day, but so is pretty much everything else and a human body was really only made for the soul it was born with. It’ll want to get rid of this wandering ghost. If I can’t get this done on Halloween night, then it could be up to a year before anything is done about it.”

“A whole year?” I gulped. I couldn’t stand a whole year with whoever this man was that was my husband.

“My friends are wanted elsewhere most of the time, as am I usually. I must say, Mrs. Wright, you are one lucky woman. I’ve had an uncanny break in calls for my services so I’ve been happy to be home for a while.”

“I suppose something needs to go right at the moment,” I murmured and took another sip of my coffee.

“So, meeting?”

“Right! Well you could always come by the house pretending to be some salesman or something. Maybe a new neighbor? I don’t know.”

“A new neighbor might work. That way if he happens to see me around the neighborhood he won’t get suspicious. I’ll have to keep an eye on you if it turns out he’s actually possessed. Ghosts sometimes just know things, even when hindered in most ways by a physical form. If the spirit realizes what’s going on, he could try to harm you.”

My eyes grew big at the thought. “Goodness, has that ever happened before?”

“Several times. If they’re showing signs of aggression to begin with then that and the fact that they’ve snatched a body, means they’ll do anything to not leave. I want to keep him in the dark for as long as possible. I have to keep my clients safe.”

“Okay so new neighbor it is, then.” I rummaged through my purse and pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen. “Here is my address,” I said as I wrote it on the paper. “It’s best to come by during mid-afternoon, just before dinner. He’ll get angry if someone comes calling once the sun has set.” I handed him the slip of paper and stuck the pen back in my pocket.

Taking it, the man looked at the address then tucked it in a pocket of his coat, pulling out a small notepad and pen when he took his hand out. “Here’s my cell number. You can reach me on it day or night.”

“Thank you so much for doing this, Mr. Farmer,” I said as I took the phone number and slipped it into my purse.

“Call me Gary,” he replied and I looked up to see him giving me that model smile, thankful that I was sitting down.

“All right, Gary, ” I said and stood. “I should be going now. If you care to stop by this afternoon that would be good.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then. Have a good morning, Mrs. Wright.”

“Lis,” I said with my own smile and was given a nod in return before I walked from the shop.

That afternoon I was in the kitchen going through cookbooks, trying to think of something to make for dinner. I looked up at the clock and saw I had two hours until Jared expected something on a plate in front of him. Gary should be arriving soon. My heart beat hard against my chest. I could find out what exactly was going on with my husband and I only hoped that the spirit inside of him didn’t catch on- if he was actually possessed.

Shutting the book I had been looking at with no sign of inspiration in sight, I went to the fridge and opened it, staring at the meager contents. I hadn’t been to the store in a few days and with my poor cooking skills there were no leftovers as Jared made me dump what he didn’t eat.

I sighed. I really didn’t feel like cooking. I was too nervous to do anything but sit and stare at the clock, waiting.

“Jared, honey,” I called from the kitchen.

“Yeah?” he yelled back from the living room.

“Would you mind if I ordered us a pizza or some Chinese food tonight?”


I walked around into the living room and leaned against the wall, crossing my arms over my stomach. “Well I haven’t been able to get to the store to restock the kitchen so there’s really not much of anything to make a meal out of. Not to mention I think you deserve a break from my awful cooking.” I forced myself to smile at the dig at myself.

“I guess it’s fine. Get two pizzas, meatlovers, and an order of breadsticks and some soda.”

“What kind of soda?”

“Dammit woman, I’m trying to watch T.V! You should know what I like anyway. Just go order it and stop asking so many questions!”

I flinched when he yelled at me and turned to grab the phone in the kitchen and order the food. Just as I picked up the phone, the doorbell rang.

“Who the hell is coming over at this time? Lis! Get the door and tell whoever it is to go away!”

I hurried to the door before the bell rang again. Opening it I found Gary standing there. He smiled and I gripped the side of the door to keep myself from falling on legs that had suddenly turned to jelly.

“Hi there,” he said brightly. “My name is Gary, I just moved into the neighborhood and I realized I lost my cell phone and I haven’t had the chance to set up the phone at my house. Is it possible I could use yours?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I said and stepped aside. “Come in and I’ll get the phone for you.”

On my way to the kitchen, I noticed Jared had muted the television and was now standing up and making his way to the front door. In the kitchen I picked up the phone and waited for a moment, my breath held as I heard Gary begin to speak to Jared.

“Sorry to bother you, sir. My name’s Gary. I just asked your wife if I could borrow your phone for just a moment. I promise it won’t take long.”

“Jared,” my husband said gruffly. “There are plenty of other houses in this neighborhood you know. Couldn’t you have gone to one of them and bothered the people there?”

I took that moment to step from the kitchen and found them just letting go of each other’s hand.

“I just came to the first house that looked occupied, sir. I’m terribly sorry if I’m inconveniencing you in any way.”

“Here’s the phone,” I said quickly before Jared had a chance to respond. When I handed Gary the phone, the look in his eyes told me everything. There was someone else inside my husband’s body. A chill went through my spine and my stomach began to roll, the urge to vomit increasing with each second. Some strange…thing had been having its way with me for the past five days.

Gary dialed a number quickly and spoke to whoever answered on the other end for a moment and then hung up, handing the phone back to me. Jared grabbed it from Gary’s hand before I could even begin to reach for it.

“Thanks for letting me use your phone. You folks have a nice night.” With that he left the house and I shut and locked the door behind him.

“Next time don’t go letting just anyone into the house, you hear me?” Jared said, his voice deadly. I nodded quickly in response and he shoved the phone into my hand. “Order the pizza,” he muttered and went back to the couch and the television.

Again, the next day, Jared went out for several hours. I took the time alone to call Gary and have him come over to explain everything. While I waited I cleaned the house, trying to rid myself of the nervous energy that was building.

I jumped when the doorbell rang and threw down the sponge and ran to the door. As I opened it, Gary took in my bright yellow gloves and flushed faced, quirking an eyebrow. “Nervous?”

“Beyond,” I answered and let him inside as I pulled the gloves off. I stuck my head out of the house briefly and glanced around, hoping no one saw and that Jared wasn’t anywhere nearby. Coming back in I shut the door and led the way into the living room where I motioned for Gary to sit.

“Well?” I asked as before his gorgeous ass made contact with the couch cushion. My own small, but well-rounded, one was on the edge of the couch as I was too wound up to relax and sit back.

“That’s definitely not your husband,” he began with a heavy sigh. “But I assume you realized that last night. You were pretty pale when I left.”

“Yeah, your look said it all. It’s just…sickening. I’ve only had sex with one other guy besides Jared and that was before I ever met him. The thought of someone I don’t know touching me like that and then…” I trailed off at the thought of all the rough sex and shuddered.

Gary cleared his throat, bringing me back from my thoughts. When I looked at him I could have sworn there was a tinge of red to his lightly tanned cheeks. “Yes, well unfortunately you will most likely have endure more of that until tomorrow. If I could I would help with that.”

“Thanks,” I said, looking down at my hands that were perched on my knees. His hand came into my vision and covered my hands. Warmth spread quickly throughout my body and I could feel a throbbing between my legs as my hands began to tingle under his touch. I looked up into his eyes that were much closer as he’d leaned in while I wasn’t looking. I could feel my cheeks flush and Gary snatched his hand away as if he’d been burned.

With a small cough he said, “Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon. I think the spirit is wearing down with all the energy it has put into, uh, well, you know and then your husband’s body is fighting it.”

“Do you think Jared is still around?” I asked suddenly.

Gary sat there for a moment, turning his head as he looked around what he could see of the house. “May I take look around?” he asked.

“Sure, by all means,” I replied and stood. I followed him around the house, wringing my hands.

Our last stop was my bedroom. I let him in and followed him to the center of the room where he peered around, still completely silent.

Finally he turned to me. My hands were clasped in front of my chest and I looked up at him hopefully. I noticed his Adam’s apple bob before he spoke.

“I don’t think he is. I don’t feel anything at all except for some residue left over from the spirit that’s inhabiting your husband’s body. It’s pretty strong. I’m guessing this thing has been hanging around you for quite a while.”

“A while? Like, how long exactly?”

He looked around again and then said, “Maybe a few years?”

“Years?” I squeaked out.

“Tell me, were there any problems between you and your husband before his accident?”

“Yes,” I said slowly, “why?

“They might have been caused by the ghost. They feed off human energy and after long term exposure can cause illness, mood swings, and depression, just to name a few.”

“Jared had been slowly losing interest in me for some time,” I began to explain. “The romance died, the sex disappeared. Finally he would barely even talk to me. I tried everything I could think of to get him to respond to me, but nothing worked.”

“It was most likely the spirit. From the way you said he treats you it sounds like he may be a bit territorial of you. He probably took a liking to you while you and your husband were out somewhere and followed you home. Since then he was probably targeting Jared and pushing him away.”

Suddenly, a horrible thought occurred to me. “You don’t think the ghost had anything to do with Jared’s accident do you?” I held my breath as I waited for Gary’s answer.

He sighed. “It very well may have. What did you say happened to him exactly?”

“Electrocution is what he told me.”

“Yeah, could have been the ghost. They can mess with electrical systems.”

“And you don’t think Jared is around anymore?” I could feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes.

“I’m sorry but no. I’m guessing your husband may have been too weak to really want to stay since the ghost may have been going at him for quite some time.”

I began to cry then. What would I do now? What would be the point in forcing the ghosts from Jared’s body if there was no Jared to fill it afterward? Could I escape this ghost and get a divorce? Would he let me go quietly?

Suddenly I was wrapped up in a pair of warm, strong arms. I buried my face in Gary’s chest and continued to cry and he hugged my tighter to him. I felt his cheek against the top of my head.

“I’m really sorry,” he said quietly, his voice resonating in his chest.

He held me until the sobs subsided and I pulled away. Before I looked at him I wiped the tears from my cheeks. He proffered a handkerchief and I gladly took it and cleaned up the mascara that I knew must be under my eyes now.

With a sniffle I handed it back to him and he tucked it into his pants pocket. “Sorry,” I said thickly.

“It’s all right.”

I looked up at him and my breath caught in my chest. He had his hands on my shoulders and his face was mere inches from mine. I saw something in his eyes that set my heart to racing. The look was gone in a flash and he dropped his hands and took a step back. I took a deep breath, my whole body shaking.

“Let’s go back to the living room, shall we?” he said and let me lead the way.

Sitting on the couch, Gary cleared his throat and looked at me. “We can still force the spirit from your husband’s body tomorrow, if you want. I know some people feel that allowing such an aggressive spirit stay in our world in a loved one’s body is a perversion and disrespectful to the loved one’s memory. It might also be easier for you if we did that. The spirit desperately wants to keep you to himself. I don’t see him allowing you to leave, at least, not without a horrible fight.”

“I was afraid of that.” I looked at Gary for a long moment. “Do you think removing the spirit is a good idea?”

“In my honest opinion?”


“I do. I didn’t feel anything good from it when we shook hands.”

“And you’re sure you can do this on your own tomorrow? Have you had to do it like that before?”

“I’m sure and yes, I have.” He reached over and took one of my hands in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I know you’re scared. It’s all right to be. But you’re in good hands with me. I’ve been doing this for many years. This spirit isn’t even the strongest one I’ve encountered when by myself. If you want to go through with this, I will get everything ready.”

My whole body trembled at the thought of anything wrong happening, but I was oddly comforted by Gary’s hand on mine. With a small, shaky smile, I nodded. “Okay. We’ll get rid of the ghost. When do we do this?”

“Tonight around midnight of course,” he said with a grin, making me smile as well at the cliché.

“I’m not sure how we can do that, though. I mean how do you explain you’re being here at that time?”

Taking his hand from mine, leaving me feeling suddenly cold, he reached into one of his pants pockets and pulled out a small bottle of liquid. “Before he goes to bed, get him to drink something that you’ve put three drops of this in. He won’t taste this and it’ll knock him out cold for a while. You’ll have to time it right because it only lasts about two hours. We can’t do anything until he’s completely out or else he’ll still be pretty strong and put up a bit of a fight. Do it too early and he’ll be awake before everything is complete.” He put the bottle in my hand and curled my fingers over it.

Still holding my fingers over the bottle he said, “Send me a text as soon as he’s finished everything in the glass. And let me know if the drink has alcohol in it, that will make the stuff work faster.”

I nodded understanding. “He’ll probably have a few beers before bed.”

“Okay. If that’s the case, make sure he doesn’t drink too many before you give him the beer with the drops. The more alcohol in his system, the faster it’ll work, not to mention the faster it’ll wear off. Don’t give it to him with the first beer.”

Outside a car door slammed. I looked at Gary, wide-eyed in panic. We both stood. “What do I do?” I hissed.

“I’ll go out the back. My car is parked on another street. Don’t worry, I won’t get caught.”

Hurriedly I let him out the back door and just as I shut it, the front door opened. Jared walked in and looked at the doorknob then at me.

“Why wasn’t this locked?” he asked as he shut it and locked it himself.

“Oh, sorry, I had gone outside to check the mail, I guess I forgot to lock it back.”

His eyes narrowed at me and he pointed to the back door. “What were you just doing?”

“I, uh, thought I heard some kids in the back yard. I opened the door to check and to tell them to go home.”

He walked over to me and placed a hand on the wall next to my head, leaning his face in close, his eyes searching mine. I tried to keep my breathing normal so he wouldn’t notice how nervous I was. Suddenly he pulled me to him kissing me roughly then pushed me away and headed to the bedroom. I swiped the back of one hand over my mouth, fighting the urge to throw up.

By ten-o-clock Jared was into his fourth beer. He’d started early that night since it was Friday. I was afraid he’d drank too much, but just had to hope that one or two more wouldn’t hurt before I gave him the one with the drops. I stood in the kitchen, the bottle in my hand. It was hard to calculate when I should give it to him. Gary had said it would work quicker with alcohol in the system and wear off faster. I couldn’t give Jared anything now or else he’d be waking up around midnight, at the latest. I figured I had to wait an hour. I just hoped he didn’t drink his fourth one too fast.

While waiting, I busied myself with laundry and cleaning the kitchen, my eyes constantly going to the nearest clock. When eleven-o-clock finally arrived I made my way to the kitchen with a basket of clean clothes and set them on the counter.

“Hun, do you want another beer?” I asked as I stood in front of the fridge with the door open.

“Yeah,” he answered.

I quickly took another beer from the refrigerator and set it on the counter. After popping the lid off with the opener I grabbed the bottle from my pocket and unscrewed the lid.

I pulled the dropper out and held it over the mouth of the beer, my hand shaking horribly. Gary said three drops. I’d put in two when a hand grabbed my wrist and spun me around, my other hand flying out and knocking the beer over.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he yelled, his face nose to nose with mine. His complexion was ruddy and his breath reeked of the past beers. I coughed, my eyes watering at the stench.

“You’re hurting me,” I cried, trying to pull my wrist from his grasp. This only made him squeeze harder, causing me to cry out and let go of the dropper.

He flung me aside, my ribs making contact with another counter. Bending down he picked up the dropper and sniffed it. Turning to me, his eyes wild, he shook the dropper at me.

“What is this?” he growled. When I didn’t answer right away, he shoved the dropper into my face and shouted, “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? ARE YOU TRYING TO DRUG ME?”

I tried to answer him but my voice came out in no more than a squeak. Before I knew it, a searing pain exploded on my right cheek and I was knocked to the floor as a scream escaped my lips. A hand twined into my hair and jerked my head up so I looked him in the eyes.

“I give you everything you could ever need and treat you right and this is how you repay me?” he said, his voice a deadly whisper. “What is it? Is there another man? You trying to kill me? How much of that stuff have you put in my beers tonight?”

“I-I haven’t put any in the other beers,” I said as I started to cry.

He glared at me. “I think you’re lying. I’ll bet you put something in every one of the beers I’ve had tonight. Luckily I have a strong constitution and don’t go down easily.” With a grunt he pulled me to my feet by my hair, causing me to scream out again as I gripped the hand in my hair with both hands.

“I’ve been sweet to you all along and I put up with the crying after sex, but tonight I’m not going to be so nice. In fact, I think I’m going to enjoy making you cry.”

He dragged me to the bedroom and tossed me on the bed. Before I could do anything he was on me, ripping my clothes from my trembling body.

I flailed against him, trying to scratch or kick him to make him stop. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, then held my legs down with his knees. I still struggled but it was no use. He grabbed my face with one hand, his other keeping a tight grip on my hands, and forced me to keep my head still as he descended on my mouth, shoving his tongue in as far as it would go. I cried out around it but barely any sound came out.

When he’d had enough of that, he let go of my face and took a breast into his hand and squeezed it savagely then pinched my nipple and tugged on it, making me cry out, tears spilling from my eyes as I begged him to stop. Then his mouth clamped down on the nipple and he sucked hard. It felt as though he was going to pull my backbone through it. Then he bit down nastily and I screamed.

“Please stop!” I yelled between sobs. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I swear!”

“You’ll say anything to get me to stop. You’re just lying some more,” he growled out as he moved to the other breast, his hand replacing his mouth, putting my breast in a vice-like grip.

After he was finished with my breasts he fumbled at his belt then his pants, undoing them and shoving them down his hips with one hand. I began to struggle as hard as I could, knowing the pain that would come.

He took his belt and tied it tightly around my wrists and then picked me up and turned me over, pulling my ass up off the bed. I felt him moving around behind me and I tried to get away but he only shoved my head into a pillow, making it hard for me to breathe. Then I felt something touch not my pussy but my ass hole. I started screaming and trying to push myself away, but he held me too tightly. The next thing I know he shoved himself inside my ass.

I screamed bloody murder then and each time his dry cock pumped in and out of my ass. With the pain and the lack of air my vision began to go black until I lost consciousness.


When I awoke, it was deathly quiet. My wrists were sore and chafed; my chest ached and stung where the sheet rubbed against the nipples. The pain in my ass was beyond description and it throbbed with each beat of my heart, sending shooting pains through my body each time.

I grimaced as I sat up, biting back a cry from the pressure the bed placed on my butt. Looking around I saw Jared lying on the floor unconscious, his face covered in cuts and bruises. On the wall just beyond him was a giant circle with symbols scrawled on the inside and some around the outside. A dark stain, like smoke burns, covered a wide line vertically down the middle. The spot eerily resembled a human.

“How are you feeling?”

I jumped at the voice and whipped my head around to see Gary sitting in a chair next to the far side of the bed. “I hurt,” I said, my voice coming out hoarse.

Gary stood and went to the bathroom sink and filled a small cup with water, handing it to me when he made it back to the bed. As I drank he sat down next to me, his eyes worried. When I was finished he took the cup but didn’t get up.


“I think so,” I said, trying out my voice again. This time is was clearer. “Could I get some aspirin?”

“Of course,” he said and quickly jumped up. “Is there some in the medicine cabinet?”


He refilled the cup and brought me the aspirin and waited for me to swallow the pills and drink before asking, “What happened?”

I sighed, a movement that caused my nipples to press into the sheet I held over my breasts and I winced. “He caught me putting the drops in his beer,” I explained. “Obviously it made him mad and he hit me then dragged me in here by my hair where he began to rape me.” My voice was quiet as I related everything to Gary. “When did you get here?”

“You were unconscious by the time I arrived. I told you I’d be nearby in case anything happened. I heard you scream and came running. When I got here I found your husband…uh, well I suppose you know what I found him doing to you.”

I hung my head, utterly ashamed. Gary’s fingers fit under my chin and lifted my face to look at him. “I cannot even begin to apologize for everything that happened to you tonight,” he said softly. “This never should have happened.”

“You didn’t know. I didn’t know,” I said with a shrug. For a long moment we stared at each other and then Gary leaned in, hesitating just before my lips. When I didn’t pull away he placed a gentle kiss on them, bringing tears to my eyes.

“I felt a connection with you the moment I opened your e-mail. I can’t explain it. It tears me up inside that I wasn’t here soon enough to stop that spirit from doing this to you.” He kissed me again, this time deeper and I responded to him. When he pulled back, he released my chin and lightly brushed his fingers over my right cheek.

“Is there a bruise there?” I asked and he nodded.

“You have several bruises, but I won’t go into where they are, I’m sure you already know.”

Out of the corner of my eye, Jared’s body caught my attention. I looked over at it and Gary did as well. “Is he dead?”

“Yeah. I knocked him out after a few blows and performed the ritual to expel the spirit. You won’t be bothered by it again.”

“Is- is that what the dark stain on the wall is?” I asked and pointed at the thing.

Gary looked and nodded. “Yeah, that’s what the spirit left behind. The meaner they are, the blacker the stain.”

“So it’s all over. Jared’s completely gone now.” I was sad to lose someone I had loved for so long but a calm came over me knowing I’d no longer be dealing with the ghost. While I would mourn the loss of my husband for a while, I was safe and I knew Jared was in a better place where the ghost wasn’t bothering him at all anymore either. “What do we do about the body?”

“I was thinking about that but I’m not sure.”

“We have to get rid of it,” I said suddenly and Gary looked at me, surprise evident in his face. “While you did save my life, I doubt the police would let you off completely since they’ll think you beating him is what killed him. I don’t want you to go to jail.”

He grinned. “What did you have in mind?”


The fire blazed several feet into the air. The smell of cooking meat wafted by me and I turned to the patio where Gary stood by a grill flipping some hamburgers and turning the hot dogs.

Ashley stood beside me and nudged me when she caught me looking at Gary. “What?” I asked with a laugh as I turned back to the bonfire.

“I know you’ve had a rough couple a days and last night especially but aren’t you going a little fast to this new guy after sending Jared packing?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I replied and took a sip of my spiked cider. “But don’t I deserve to have some fun? After half a year with no sex and no real physical contact, then this past week with Jared, I think I’ve earned this. Besides, how can you say no to someone so hot who comes to rescue you?”

Ashley and I both looked back at Gary with girlish giggles, enjoying the sight of his muscled forearms with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“He might be a bit older but he’s gorgeous!” my friend squealed.

“That he is.”

After the impromptu Halloween party had ended Gary and I cleaned up the trash and the food, constantly stealing looks at each other. When it seemed we had looked at each other for the millionth time, we each threw down our garbage bag and ran inside.

We made it only so far as the doorway to the bedroom before we had each other’s clothes off and our hands all over the other’s body as we fell to the floor.

Gary was careful not to hurt me where I was bruised. He gently licked and sucked on my nipples, making me sigh in contentment. Moving up he kissed me tenderly. I slid my fingers into his soft hair and pulled him into the kiss, opening my mouth to him. With our lips locked together, he reached a hand down and slipped a finger between the folds of my sex, running it over my clit, making me moan into his mouth and my hips buck up into his hand.

He played there, circling the little nub, my body shaking in the first orgasm. Then he dipped two fingers into my pussy and began working them around inside. I moved my hips in time with him and moaned loudly when he pulled his lips from mine and moved down to my neck.

Subway Slut 1 -Kidnapped © Literocat 2011

My thanks to editor SAMI for his input and comments. Restructured and edited.

My muse insisted I write this, even against my wishes. She’s even blocked me from writing anything else until this is published. I can only assume it serves a purpose I can’t yet detect. Perhaps it will help persuade someone to avoid either of the situations that led to the suffering and harsh lesson portrayed. If it speaks to YOU or helps YOU in some way, please let me know.


Sue’s birthday was still two days away, so what kind of lame surprise party waits for the right day? Friday night is a great one for parties since we can let loose, get wasted and stay up all night. Sue’s boss gave her a last-minute rush chore to do that gave him, and us, an extra hour to gather at home for the usual ‘surprise’ SCREAM out. Their office is very conservative – during work hours. The ten coworkers who were religiously conservative 24×7 were also with us. They were always in bed by 10:00 p.m., so we only had to be ‘nice’ until 9. Until then, not only could there be no sex talk or innuendo, but we had to REALLY behave. A simple ‘DAMN’ would make them blush crimson. I don’t know how my liberal, exhibitionist mate could stand them all DAMN day. If all goes as I planed it, Sue will be dancing naked for us by 11pm.

We expected Sue by 7, but it was already 8:20 so I was getting worried! Where was she? Sue is hard to fool, so I had to wonder if she knew I had a house full of guests waiting to surprise her. She had admitted that she enjoyed flashing strangers on the subway and has often gone far past her stop just to keep teasing them. Maybe THAT indulgence was keeping her from her party? Of course I can’t tell the Bible thumpers that. The phone rang at 8:45. Caller ID said it was Sue. “Finally! Where the F… umm, heck have you been. You better have a Fu….VERY good reason for scaring the shi… crap out of me. WELL?”

“Is that anyway to express concern for your loving wife?” asked a deep male voice. “Unless you really don’t care if you ever see her again.”

The group was pressing for details so I put the caller on speaker and pressed a finger to my lips to shush them. “WHAT? What do you mean? Who is this? Ohhh, I get it. She guessed I’m having a surprise party for her and she’s turning it around on us. You’re a friend of hers pulling a prank for her. Wow! I hate to admit it, but you got me. For a second, I was really afraid for her safety. Let me talk with her.”

“This is no fucking joke pal! She can’t talk because she’s tied up… very tied up. Don’t you want proof we have her? What was she wearing when she went to work today? Do you even know?”

This guy was playing it well, but I’m already too annoyed to hear any more. “Of course I know. She wore her royal blue jacket and skirt, almond blouse, burgundy shoes and matching belt or sash. But that’s not proof.” I only knew those details because she pestered me for my opinion while she debated wearing her favorite outfit vs. something looser and easier to undo on the train.

“Hmmm. No, of course not. Anyone who saw her could tell you what she wore – on the outside. What kind of panties and bra did she wear? Shit, I guess I should tell YOU that. She wore a monogrammed pink bikini panty and black demi bra with half lace cups. Right? Yet if this is a joke, she could have told me that. She didn’t. I had a good long look for myself, but why should you believe me? Maybe you want me to mail you her finger? Or a tit? Yea, I’ll send you her left fucking tit. You’ll know it by the markings near her tall, pretty nipple at 7 o’clock. Would you believe me then? Hmmm, OK, how would I know what embarrasses her, if anything? I KNOW it’s NOT getting naked for strangers. Sure she could tell me, but what if I make her friends and family see her naked or getting laid? Is that proof enough?”

He was wrong, but didn’t understand her paradoxical compulsions. She would prefer to show him her underwear or her freckled tit rather than just telling him, but that still doesn’t prove kidnaping. How else could he know what embarrasses her unless Sue told him her most guarded secrets? Or he figured them out from intimately observing her? I know she’s embarrassed by odd things and didn’t want anyone to know what those were. “I can accept that. Why are you so fixated on embarrassing her? How do I know this still isn’t a bluff?”

“Go check your e- mail. ‘She’ sent a personal invitation to her closest friends to join her in a private video message. But SHE didn’t. I did. And it ain’t private! Check your trash can at the curb. Her expensive handbag is in it with her ID and all her papers. Might she risk losing that for a prank? Would you like to see your ‘innocent’ wife? Go to URL http://WWW.IMASLUTONTRAINS.COM .”

As a borderline germphobe, Sue would never again use anything that was in the trash for even a minute, so she would NOT put her favorite bag in the trash. Could this be real? My anxiety spiked. Frightened guests crowded around our PC. Dom checked the trash can and returned with her $1200 Gucci bag. The e-mail from ‘Sue’ was there as he said and the CC: list had more than 300 names in it. My heart skipped, and sank. At the web site, we all saw a closeup of bare feet with burgundy shoes between them. “Are you at the website yet? Good. Click on the shoes and enter the password SUEISACOCKTEASINGBITCH to make the picture live, real time. The box at the bottom is how we’ll ‘chat’. See you there.” [click]

Though this guy obviously didn’t understand her need to expose herself, that alone shouldn’t make him this angry. What could she have done to piss him off like this? I typed, “OK, I’m here, what do you want?” In answer, the camera jumped to a live shot and slow scan up over two bare feet and two rope-tied ankles tightly secured to bed posts and held widely apart. Shapely, tanned calves lead to knees folded over the end of the bed and bared thighs. A royal blue, ruffled skirt was still modestly set at a high 8″ above her knees. When the camera reached a burgundy sash on a bared waist, all the guests gasped. The disheveled almond blouse was still buttoned, though all the buttons were offset by one. The still unidentified woman’s arms were tied tightly to opposite bed posts. The camera stopped at the small chested woman’s neck. We could see a dark, lumpy bra thru the translucent blouse. At her left side, on the beige sheet, was a neatly folded royal blue jacket with a name tag. The camera zoomed into it until we could all read the company name and ‘SUE’ clearly etched in it.

Someone wildly jostled the camera up, finally halting when we saw FOUR figures wearing President masks. Playing to the cam, Nixon gruffly asked “Do you know this cock teaser?” They scanned over a flat chest to a pretty face. It LOOKS like Sue! Still, the big red-ball gag in her mouth distorted her face too much to be sure. I still didn’t want to believe it. “I’m turning on my mic so I don’t have to type to you. FDR, pull her knees apart and point the cam up her skirt, show them.” It only lifted 6″ yet we saw much more of her bare thighs, all the way to her bright pink bikini panty. Oh oh!

“She could still be a double. Show me any marks or tats that ID her.” I figured that would either end the prank or, if this were just another game, give Sue the GIFT of an excuse to expose herself to all 300+ of us. So far, they haven’t mentioned the big S tattoo near her asshole. JFK leaned a palm heavily on her mons, and drew a muffled ‘oommpf’. He probed its borders and slipped a switchblade along her thighs, far up her skirt – to her crotch. He pried the point thru the frock and slit the expensive garment from her groin down to the hem. Reversing the knife, he cut to the waist, so splitting the expensive and pretty skirt in two. He flipped it off each thigh, fully exposing her monogrammed pink panty, well toned, now frantic legs and a fattened, obvious camel toe. How could she be aroused by this? This might still be one of Sue’s fantasies and a very expensive, wild birthday gift to herself.

“Type your answers. What marks are you looking for? Maybe the three blemishes under her right nipple or even better, this crescent blue stain on the outer edge of her left pussy lip? How about the big, pale red S on her little ass? That enough ID for you?” He pressed her panty deep into her gash with his fat thumb and painfully stretched her snatch for us to inspect her blue markings. She wildly stomped her feet which let us see the edge of her big S tattoo.

“OK, OK! It looks like her. What do you want?”

“We want you and her friends to SEE what your ‘modest, innocent’ cheatin slut does when you’re not looking. We just want REVENGE! See, she’s teased all of us, except Bush, flirted and flashed us all. But she didn’t stop there. If she had, I’d just be grateful for the show. CAN YOU TELL I’M FAR PAST PISSED OFF? Before I tell you what she’s been up to, let’s get comfortable. We went live on the internet when we slit her skirt and panned to her blouse, so the whole porn world joined you and your house party. YOU HEAR THAT, SLUT?” Sue groaned angrily around her gag. Yet her puffy pussy was still obviously gaping thru the panty. “She really does have a beautiful cunt and I think you should all see it. Looks like 40,000 are watching it pulse and puff up already. She’s such a slut, I’ll bet more than a few have already had a tasty close up.” Six of the conservatives ran out of the house in a full gallop with hands over their ears.

Nixon took the blade and slashed the panty from the inside, across her mons. The flap fell closed again so he cut the waistband at the side and flipped the rendered panty open and onto the bed. Despite pulling her knees against the tight, coarse ropes, most of her pussy was clearly exposed to the camera. “You think this bitch would let us ruin her $1800 suit for a prank? Since she enjoys stripping for strangers, but under her control, we figured taking away that control and fucking her while friends watched should punish her snubbing us!” He twirled his fingers thru her damp curlies. There was no doubt now. I recognized her intricate, puffy, sculptured inner lips. I could almost scent her tasty pussy over the inet.

“By the way sweetie, you are displaying this lovely pussy to all your closest friends by special invitation FROM YOU, RIGHT NOW! – LIVE! Ha haha HAA!” Did he just cackle? “JFK tracked down your email account, cracked it, and sent out invitations to everyone in your address book. The invitations were to a surprise event they could not miss. In case we missed anyone, we’ve also been advertising your public deflowering video on the main porn sites. They’ll spread the word. All I offered there was a tease of what’s coming and that the video would NOT be available until today at 9 p.m.. They won’t know it’s a live feed until my friends are completely satisfied. Your husband can still type to us and only we will see it. It was very helpful that you invited everyone to your party tonight by email! Thanks!

“But you still have too many clothes on. Bush, come closer and try to catch these blouse buttons flying away when I cut them off. Just two buttons and her navel is again exposed to us… oh yeah, and so’s her cooch. One more button gets me to her bra. Oops, the last button flew across the room and let her pretty blouse fall fully open. Well! I wonder why her front-opening bra is so loose.” He slid a hand under a loose cup and pretended to search for something. “Shouldn’t there be a tit in here? Isn’t that what these little cups are for? I don’t feel one, let’s check if we can see one.”

When lying on her back, her tiny A cup tits vanish but leave her tall, perfect nipples behind. He needlessly cut the strapless bra at her right side and harshly yanked both parts off her chest. Grabbing her hardened nipples firmly, he brutally jerked and shook them so the slim tits jiggled off her ribs. She moaned. “Hmm. These looked so much bigger when they were hanging in my face. I’ll check them that way again in a little while. You think they’ll swell up when I use my dick to pump them up thru her ass?”

Bush chimed in and abruptly shoved a finger as deep into her pussy as possible, “can I fuck her now, huh? This wet pussy is calling to me. I want her now. Then you can have her ass.” She groaned in despair …and bliss.

“Not yet Jo… uh Bush. But you can show her and everyone watching why I asked you to join us though you haven’t seen her before today.” Bush quickly dropped his bulging pants. Then he dropped his shorts and let his 10″ snake leap out. Sue gulped at the menacing sight. If the length wasn’t enough to scare her, the baseball bat sized dick head made her eyes bulge. Hell, it scared ME!

Nixon was still mindlessly flipping the switch blade when he moved toward her thick auburn patch. He dragged the flat of the threatening, glistening, razor-sharp blade over her navel, compressed her bush and then over her clit, finally stopping under it with the dull edge displacing the precious clit. The unspoken threat was frighteningly obvious. One slight twitch and her life would be changed forever. I cringed at the slightest possibility that he might detach her cherished clit and maliciously send it arcing toward the web cam. We clearly saw the closeup of her fattened, damp lips and her turgid clit standing tall, awaiting execution. Was the blade cold? Or was she actually enjoying this?

“Maybe a better revenge would be if I cut off these excited little lips and your little man. You’d struggle for life with orgasms and I’d pickle your bud to keep it on a neck chain to remind me every day how I got even with you! I might just stir fry your pussy and have it with a very dry Chianti. Can you feel the cold steel against your priceless clit? First, I’m just going to ensure that all your friends and many, many strangers have a clear photo of this pretty pussy, with a clear bust of you and your tiny tits flattened out as they are right now. Just in case there’s any doubt, I’ll put your name tag on the photos too. You’ll never find all those images around the planet. HAA! You’ll be naked to the world for the rest of your life and beyond. Every job interview, every time you shop, PTA meetings, wherever you go, every fucking place, you’ll wonder if those strangers and any new friends have already seen you and your teensy tits naked. Mr. Presidents, we can finger her while I chat with her husband and friends. Dig in!”

Several more party guests had already left. The rest were actually relieved at Nixon’s subtly implied promise not to harm her. Some relaxed enough to find her planet-wide exposure arousing. If Nixon can be trusted, I can relax a little too and believe she is at least safe from harm. Humiliated for life, maybe, but safe. That was a huge and risky ‘IF’. Remaining calm and protecting her from the worst possibilities was getting harder and harder. JFK and FDR held Sue’s legs apart with their legs. Their fingers cruelly traced her pulsing pussy, swollen clit and open, wet, pink hole for portrait perfect closeups. Nixon bit her nipple hard, leaving deep teeth marks and a drop of blood, before telling his raging story.


In part 2 we learn what she did to earn the kidnapper’s wrath.

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Several more party guests had already left. The rest were actually relieved at Nixon’s subtly implied promise not to harm her. Some relaxed enough to find her planet-wide exposure arousing. If Nixon can be trusted, I can relax a little too and believe she is at least safe from harm. Humiliated for life, maybe, but safe. That was a huge and risky ‘IF’. Remaining calm and protecting her from the worst possibilities was getting harder and harder. JFK and FDR held Sue’s legs apart with their legs. Their fingers cruelly traced her pulsing pussy, swollen clit and open, wet, pink hole for portrait perfect closeups. Nixon bit her nipple hard, leaving deep teeth marks and a drop of blood, before telling his raging story.


“Hubby may already know this, but her friends and the 48,000 new viewers may not. Here’s why I’m so pissed at her. She’d start as soon as you, her deluded husband, dropped her at the subway, often loosening her skirt or unbuttoning her blouse. I noticed her for several days before she first stood over me. By then, she’d already teased a few men and a woman. When they didn’t respond as she wanted, she moved on. Almost as soon as she picked her spot near me on the crowded train, she started teasing.

“That first time, after declining my seat, she further unbuttoned and bunched up her shirt. The bottom of her dressy shirt was wrapped high around her ribs and one button held it sort of closed, below her bra. I guess she liked my reaction since she then hiked up her skirt and exposed her tiny panty to me and several others seated nearby. Then she bent far over while scrunching her shoulders to force some cleavage to appear and make her tiny tits look bigger and rounder. Since I had already been watching her and knew she’d move on if I didn’t play with her, I knew I had to molest her right away. Yet I hesitated a minute. Finally, when I couldn’t stand it a second more, I cautiously stroked her exposed thighs and she didn’t resist. Blaming the crowds, I guess, for pushing or crowding her, she straddled my legs and leaned against my seat. She moved close enough that I could smell her steaming snatch and couldn’t do anything about it. As if daring me, she laughed at my squirming. I responded to her taunting and slid my hands up her thighs, bumped and slid both thumbs along her wet snatch. And finally, being sure to raise the back of her skirt above her waist so others could check out her ass, I wrapped my hands around her muscular cheeks. She groaned, pulled away and left abruptly.

“One day, using the crowd to block for me, I slid my hands all the way up her loose dress. She jumped a little, but then leaned closer, her shins against my seat, her hips arched forward toward my face. Her eyes and smile said ‘It’s about time!’. I cupped her firm ass, circled around her mons, and pulled her panties down to her skirt hem. The panty crotch hung, exposed, below her hem. She barely looked around. Since, at that time, I still thought she wanted to stay covered, I was careful not to expose her to everyone. We know better now! I fingered her back crack, rubbed her winking brown hole, then her front gash. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back- still no objections. What do you think of miss innocent now?”

“I don’t believe you. This sounds like a fantasy in your head.” Actually, I did believe she’d go that far. I accepted her flashing and wildness, but her lying to me by not sharing details of her adventures was more disturbing. THAT was a breach of trust. I could only hope we’d have a chance to discuss it later.

“When I slipped my thumb then two more fingers in her plump, wet pussy, she squatted on them. The noisy train drowned out her squishing snatch for all but me and my friend next to me. He slid a hand up her dress and against her swollen, dripping lips then slipped a finger in her pussy next to mine. She loved it. Like a standing appointment, she was in the same car every morning at the same time. I guess she liked our fingers inside her. Soon, she stopped wearing panties for us. Sometimes my friend finger fucked her ass while my fingers fucked her pussy. She climaxed every day, as quietly but not as subtly as possible. She knew many in the crowd were watching her. We all knew!

“One day she came with a snug skirt. She stood with her feet between each of our legs, with hers spread wide. Her skirt climbed as she opened her legs wider for us. Stockings, garters and no panties were not uncommon either. After two weeks of finger fucking her holes daily, I still hadn’t seen her fuzzy pussy! Before we even touched her that day, she was breathing hard. She moaned pleadingly, swung her hips and made her skirt climb teasingly higher. It went above her stockings and we saw her wetness glistening on her thighs. Each time she dipped her hips she taunted us some more. When we saw her ass and bits of her pussy, we plunged deeply into her holes again. From then on, we didn’t try to hide her from anyone else.

“I couldn’t tell if she liked that more or not. By then we knew she wanted to get publically fucked and didn’t care what else she wanted. She gave us her pussy to fiddle as we liked, so that was a promise to fuck us. She still hadn’t spoken a single word to us. When she wore a loose dress, I pulled it over my head and pressed my face against her fragrant raphe. When she wore a tight skirt, I just pulled it up to her waist quickly. No fanfare, just bare ass/cunt naked. Either way, I put my tongue in her too. All this during morning rush hour! Once she got away with being bottomless for the ride, she started hanging around my neck. That put her tits in my face, so I fished them out of her flimsy bras. My friend took one while I sucked and bit the other. Bent over as she was, her bare ass was in the face of another friend who enjoyed sniffing, fingering and rimming it. Very often, when I reached around her, I found a random hand stroking her bare ass or poking her asshole. Some of those were female. Once, I found a hard cock parked in her ass crack.

“From then on, all she wore was a dress, or skirt and blouse, with no underwear. For a few days, she bent right over and let me compress her clothes to a crumpled belt. In fact, she INSISTED. Until then we were careful not to damage her clothes. Soon, we watched her squeeze thru the crowd to get to us while compressing her clothes herself so she was naked before she reached us. She was already breathing hard and wild eyed! We started to pick other seats so she had to hunt for us. She did. Even so, as soon as she spotted us, she began stripping in the crowd.”

How could he not figure out that if she WANTED to fuck him, she’d have done it by then? Doing it on a public train, in a crowd, would add to the thrill for her. “Really? And all that time, she never touched or exposed your dicks? I don’t believe you. What do you want from me?” I wouldn’t put it past her to be so publicly blatant. Still, hiding this from me was a violation of the extended trust to which we’d agreed. She already had my permission, yet she still chose to ‘cheat’ and lie. Forbidden fruit?

“Oh, she touched our dicks. She unzipped us, pushed her hand in our pants and jerked us off. We started going commando to make it easier for her. She’d grin madly when we spewed, then lick our cum off her hands, but she wouldn’t expose our cocks. THAT seemed to embarrass her. We often left the train with big wet spots in our pants thanks to her. She knew we’d have fucked all her holes right there on the train if she pulled our stiff cocks out. You know, I STILL didn’t mind anything about our play times.

“The last time she came to us, we pushed her a little harder. When she had all her clothes around her waist, we all pulled down the sweat pants we wore that day. She froze, naked above three swollen, exposed cocks. For a minute, she just stared and couldn’t decide what to do. She reached out, but before touching us, she bolted. So after MONTHS of satisfying her to orgasm during rush hour, she stopped showing up. We were ready to stick our dicks in her, as I’m sure she wanted, and she stopped meeting us.

“Tossed aside, demeaned, dicks exposed to all, we were all pissed at your cock teaser. It took us many weeks to find her again. When she saw us, she literally snubbed us – nose stuck up and all! We followed her to work, learned her name and found her home. Now we take what she denied us. We want it in the most humiliating way there is and if this isn’t it, we’ll keep trying! When we’re done with her spent pussy we’ll leave her naked somewhere public.”

“So you weren’t satisfied with finger fucking my wife or getting a hand job from her. THAT sparked your mindless retaliation? Remember the sage advice ‘When planning revenge, first dig two graves.’ Think about it. You’ve already embarrassed her. I think she likes showing her body to people she knows. Yet she’s embarrassed if strangers, who she may never meet again, see her naked. So how does this make sense? I think you’re right about her control problem. That explains the appeal of the subway show. Why not stop here? Send her out the door now – naked. Let her walk in public, with no control, with her hands tied behind her. Isn’t that more than enough punishment for her high crime? Now I’m pissed at her too, so wait an hour before you tell me where you drop her.” Would he buy my feigned anger at her?

In answer, he forced Sue to roll to her side and strain against the coarse ropes. After removing the ball gag, he untied her wrists. This wasn’t an act of kindness. After sitting her up, he pealed the last of her clothes off her back and down her arms. He taunted her with her expensive, de-buttoned blouse for a few seconds. Grinning maniacally, he shredded the last garment inches from her face. Finally, he tied her arms together behind her back. Sue was completely naked and her forearms were laced together at mid back. He cruelly pinched and pulled her nipples, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of screaming out though her tumescent nipples betrayed her arousal. He shoved her back onto the bed and laughed at the way her tiny tits rebounded.

Nixon positioned the cam so we could see the plunging fingers of two men invade her pussy while a third shoved two dry fingers deep into her ass. “Not good enough!” He greased his finger in her pussy too then rapidly replaced the hand in her ass and rushed deep into her asshole. Sue screamed. Blood dripped from her back hole to the bed. Sue wasn’t resisting any longer. She moaned in pain when she felt three fingers stretch her snatch and moaned again when she felt the ass invasion. Nixon brutally poked her ass several times until she loosened her round muscles. He rubbed an aloe lotion into her rectum and she looked up into his eyes and meekly thanked him for the cool balm. THANKED HIM! Even if it were an act of kindness, why would she show gratitude?

“Don’t thank me yet bitch.” He dropped his pants and shorts, roughly pushed a finger back in her pussy then wiped her juices on his dick. I knew where this was going! He untied her ankles and tossed them onto his shoulders. This looked more repugnant than all he’d already done. Sue screeched in pain as he savagely forced his dick head into her ass. I noticed a mark on his balls, a jagged scar. The next time it was visible, I took a screen shot. This is evidence to ID this creep later. He kept pressing until he popped past her inner ring then angrily pushed his revenge weapon into her until his pubes harshly flattened her cushy little ass. Each time his shaft withdrew, we all saw a narrow blood streak along the right side of his rod. “Are you watching this hubby? Are her friends?”

“Yes, we are. The world of strangers is watching. You don’t seem to be enjoying my wife’s ass.” Sue never said she fantasized about rough sex against her will. If that’s another lie, it’s biting her on the ass, and tits, this very moment! “Are you sure this is what you want?”


Part 3 has her punished for her high crimes and betrayal.

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