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| Drew_Heller |
When I first found out I was in shock, then pain, then rage, then nothing. I didn't so much mind you cheating on me with another guy – our relationship was based upon the blurred lines of hedonism and perversion: I'd arranged in the past for you to be gangbanged while I watched enthralled by the acts of sexual depravity happening in my home – it was the fact that you said this guy completed you more than I did. How? I gave you my all – when you wanted lust and sexual violence, I would provide it in abundance – the punching, kicking, biting, fisting, sodomy; you had it all and more. When you needed love, I was there, holding you, cuddling into you when you were ill, making sure you were ok when I wasn't there. It's this that I'm struggling to understand – I gave you my heart and soul and you've rejected it for someone less than me.
Of course you don't realise that I know. You didn't notice me when you got out of his car one morning and kissed him on the lips – you thought I was at work. It was merely coincidence that I happened to be getting home earlier than planned otherwise I would have been in the dark. You didn't know that I did my research, finding out who he was, where he lived, what his occupation was. Research is a skill of mine, finding out the intelligence on my opponent.
But for you, oh for you my beautiful love, I have but two needs – the need for you to realise how much you have hurt me and the need for you to realise just who you would be leaving.
You are truly a goddess amongst mortals; you're tall and slender and toned. Draping down your shoulders and back is this mane of ferocious red hair and these blue eyes that can strike you down with their gaze. You rock my world with your beauty and your grace. Your fiery personality and sheer passion for life revitalises me every day.
But here we are, I'm aggrieved and you're none the wiser for what you are about to have unleashed upon you.
I come home one evening to find you getting ready to go out. I know where to – to his where you'll fuck all evening then come home to me. You look stunning – this amazing long black and white striped dress and stunning five inch black patent stiletto heels. You're towering over me as you finish your make-up with some red lipstick. “You're a bit dressed up for a gallery preview aren't you?” I ask innocently. You shoot me an accusing look, part suspicious, part hostile. “Don't you like me looking my best for the public?” You reply. Touché you fucking bitch. “Of course I do, you look amazing. When are you home?” “Later” Is the only reply I get.
What she doesn't realise is that I'm well aware of where she's going and at what time and to see whom. I've had her phone hacked for weeks now – all the information I needed has been at my disposal for a while, all I have been waiting for is the moment to put my plan into action. Now
She's getting up and putting on her favourite little black leather jacket, in my mind, the countless occasions that I've pinned her over the bonnet of our car and fucked her arse while wearing that jacket spring to mind. Yes this is definitely the time to strike.
As she is walking across the room I ask one question, “Give my regards to John when you see him tonight” It's like she is struck with paralysis, she stops halfway through her stride and turns slowly to face me – her look of surprise is priceless. She's trying to mouth the words to express what she wants to say but it's too late. By the time she can say anything she's on the floor out cold. My punch to her jaw is spot-on, rendering her unconscious immediately.
I pick her up and carry her over my shoulder and into the garage. I gag her mouth and bind her legs and arms and then dump her in the boot of my car and head out. No-one in the neighbourhood is none the wiser to what has happened. I've taken her phone and text her lover on it to say that she's had to cancel as we've had a domestic at home. The rage felt towards him is immense – at some point he will feel and understand my wrath, but for now she is my focus.
I drive for an hour – away from the city we live in and out of our county. I don't want to take the chance of anyone remotely local knowing what I am about to do. I don't think about the contents of my boot – I simply don't want to. All I am focused upon is reaching my destination by the correct time.
My location has been planned for over a month. The preparation is all done; all that is required is its execution this evening. I drive up a long rural pathway to an old derelict set of farm sheds. The largest one of these is an old slaughterhouse – looking like a ramshackle on the outside but on the inside it's been restored to the way I want it. I open the boot and she's still unconscious – good. I want her to wake up when I'm ready and inside. Lifting her up out of the boot, I smell her, that delicate scent she wears on her neck that is so alluring, like the flower drawing you in for the nectar.
Inside the shed, the white tiled walls and smooth floor have been scrubbed spotless – I've spent hours here, with buckets of bleach and disinfectant, taking out my rage upon these walls, scrubbing the animal blood away until the clean white has returned. High on the ceiling is a pulley – the one used to haul the carcasses up in the air when they had been slaughtered to let the blood drain. A thin smile crosses my lips when I see this.
I lay her down and unbind her hands and feet. Attached to the pulley is a steel chain with one metal cuff attached to it. I place the cuff on her wrist. It's tight enough onto her wrist that she can't slip out of it, I padlock the cuff shut so she can't undo it with her free hand. There is no need for the gag – there is no-one in this area for a five mile radius and even she can't scream that loud for help. I want to hear her scream and shout at me, but I also want to hear her when she is broken – sobbing and begging.
I place my stool, a short bar style stool a couple of metres away from her. Her cuffed hand is in the air, so even if she tried to lunge at me, she would never reach. I take her head and crack the smelling salts open under her nose. Walking away and sitting back on the stool I watch as she coughs and retches back into consciousness – sitting there I merely observe as she takes in her surroundings and then focuses on me. “What the fuck are you playing at you fucking psycho? Fucking let me go you cunt!” She screams at me in fury. I say nothing “Fucking answer me and tell me what the fuck this is all about!” I stand up. There is a look in her eyes of uncertainty – she can read my expression, one of clinical sadism. “It's about you. It's about you finding me unfulfilling, it's about you treating me these days with disdain and contempt. It's about you realising that I'm not here to be your fucking pushover. Tonight you're going to learn some things – about how to endure and how to behave. You'll have all the sexual fulfilment you've ever wanted this evening”
With that I walk towards the barn doors and open them. I take the torch out of my pocket and flash it three times. Instantly the darkness outside is illuminated by several sets of car lights flashing back.
I walk over to you and smile. As you get up I punch you hard in the face – you scream and fall to the floor, your lips split and bleeding. “Get used to that sensation darling – you're in for a long night of it”
Oddly enough I feel little delight as I see the dozen guys walk in. People of various sizes, ethnicities, it doesn't matter – they are here for only one thing. Her “Right guys”, I bellow, “You've all had the email from me – she's here. Dead simple rules. Firstly no kissing, secondly if you want to fuck her without a condom it's double the cost. Other than that, pay your money and you can fuck her cunt, arse and mouth as much as you want. If she resists, well, feel free to make sure she doesn't. No permanent damage like broken bones, but other than that go for it”.
She looks over at me in horror, her face is aghast with terror as she tries unsuccessfully to back away into a corner. I go over to the guys and see them getting the rolls of cash out. Money is exchanged, twenties, tens, one guy gives me a fifty and tells me that he wants every hole. I grin and tell him to crack on.
These guys aren't fucking stupid, like vultures circling over their prey they surround her and then close in. I pull my stool up to a wall and watch as the first punches and kicks fly in to make sure she's down. I hear the screams and the wails as their feet kick into her ribs and the fists into her face. I listen as I hear the ripping sound of the dress being torn from her – these guys are really like a savage wolf pack – merciless and relentless. I hear the screams as the first two guys start to fuck her, one in her cunt and one in her arse. She's being held down by two other guys – I watch as she looks at me and begs me for help. I simply look at her. Reap what you sow my love.
It doesn't take long for her lust and anger to take over and I can hear her moaning and grunting as these guys fuck her. I listen to the retching as a third bloke grabs her long red hair, squeezes her mouth open and begins to face fuck her. She tells him to fuck off and gets some hard slaps around the face. I sit and count the money earned from this as the first two guys cum inside her. They dismount and immediately the next two join in, it's non-stop for her and it's not getting easier. Two of the guys are discussing double vaginal fucking close to her and she's screaming at them not to do so – one of the guys starts pulling on the other end of the chain to force her up. As she's dragged up, the other guy starts punching her hard in the stomach – all I do is watch as she cries and sobs for mercy. None is coming for you.
She collapses back on the floor and is forced into having a man underneath her fucking her cunt while the other guy (the one who gave me the fifty) pushes his cock into her cunt. She's screaming out in a mix of absolute pain and pure pleasure at her ordeal. As she screams out, I watch two of the other guys wank over her face, spraying her with cum – they laugh out loud as they watch the cum dribble down her beautiful face. “Not so fucking sexy now are you bitch?” One of them laughs – this more than the fucking cuts her down. The sheer degradation of her situation, at the mercy of these guys is something she's never known before. Yes I've arranged gangbangs for her, but it's been fun, under OUR control and for our pleasure. This isn't about pleasure, this is about making her realise that I can't be used and discarded, I do have feelings and at the end of the day I hurt.
For another two hours the guys rotate around her, the cum dribbling out of her holes is keeping these guys nicely lubed up. But soon it's time for a break.
“Thirty minutes guys then you can crack on again”, I say stretching myself as I get up. She's laid on the floor in the foetal position – I can already see the bruises, scratches, bite marks, cuts and welts forming all over her body – these guys have left hardly any skin untouched. I grab her hair and pull her face up. She looks at me, her mouth is cut and bleeding, her eyes are already bruising and her face is scratched to hell from all the times these guys have ground her into the floor. “I've given you all I can – what else can I give you? You wanted sexual fulfilment – here it is” She looks at me and sobs, these aren't tears of fear or self-pity, but tears of understanding and regret. “Sorry”, she croaks, “I understand” I smile and nod my head, “this needs to reach its conclusion. You know that”, I say to her – she nods in assent at this. “How you deal with the second half of this is up to you my dear. I'll be sat over there watching”
I let go of her hair and walk away, I know those blue eyes are following me as I walk back to the stool. Looking at my watch I know it's time.
“Right guys – break over. She's waiting” The guys all stand up and look over at her – some with their cocks in their hands wanking back to hardness. But even I can see the paradigm shift here – she's raised herself off the floor and slicked her hair back. No longer broken, but like a phoenix out of the flame, reborn and ready to play. She looks at me and smiles slightly, a wink and a little grin. She understood my pain and realised the necessity of this. She realises this is an opportunity for redemption and to prove herself to me.
“Right boys. Who's first?” She asks. I sit back and watch as the hyenas circle and close in on their prey, but this time, the prey isn't as wounded as they think.
| 19 Sep 10, 8:25 PM goodcatholicgirl UK, 4 yrs  |
Whoa! i'm not well & my temperature has just shot up another notch  If there's no chocolate in heaven ~ i ain't going! |
| 19 Sep 10, 8:28 PM hollythedolly UK(NN), 2 yrs  |
Shame i'm only 4 ft 10 and my eyes are green otherwise i'm there baby. begging is my business |
| 19 Sep 10, 8:30 PM River_Deep UK, 6 yrs |
Girl POWER is where it is at...don't you think? It is not what you say or do but the way you say or do it |
| 5 Dec 10, 1:05 PM CIr_cum_spec_tion UK(PR), 18 mths |
Outstanding!
If you can't take the heat, don't tickle the DragonLady. |
