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Chapter 2: New
Beginning
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AUTHOR NOTE: This
section of the story is mostly done. It needs a bit of polish, and suggestion
is quite welcome.
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Today was the
day. Today was the day I'd start to steer Lisa's safe and secure dream life
towards the rocky shores.
I showed up at
her house just after Mark left. I parked my car a couple blocks away and biked
the rest of the way, hiding the bike behind some bushes on the porch. I didn't
think I'd need it, but in case she got clever and decided to call Mark
immediately, I would be able to beat a getaway and be back at work well before
Mark could get to the house and back. I let myself in quietly and had a seat in
the kitchen while I waited for her to wake up. As an afterthought, I got up and
started going through her purse in the living room. Pulling out the cell phone,
I turned it off and put it in my pocket. They didn't have a house phone, opting
to spend the money on Cable TV instead.
She was a late
sleeper. I was staring off into space as she stumbled into the kitchen, looking
dishevelled and sleepy and half-naked at almost 10 AM. She was halfway to the
fridge when she noticed me with a start.
"You!"
She exclaimed. "What are you doing here? Mark already left. and.."
I cut her off.
"Got
something to show you, Lisa."
I spread the
photos out on the table. Curiosity spurred her on and she gazed on the photos
with a mixture of shock, disgust, and awe.
"These are
just copies, Lis. You can destroy them if you want, I got better ones,
photo-quality prints in some safe places. For instance, sitting on hold with a
courier company in Honolulu. I can have them to your husband within the hour.
"You sick
piece of shit! I'm going to call him right now and.."
She trailed off
as I held up her cell phone. I removed the battery and tossed it to her. She
glared at me.
"You know if
he gets those before you call him he won't beleive you," I gloated.
She said nothing.
"He trusts
me more than you now. He'll see these and there'll always be at least some
doubt in his mind, no matter how convincing you are, that I had nothing to do
with this, that you just picked me up because he's spending time with me and
not you lately... That is, unless he just leaves you outright."
I knew that much
was unlikely, at this stage at least. Still, If there was just a little doubt
it increased my chances by a lot.
She slumped onto
a barstool and leaned on the kitchen counter.
"Alright,
Jay. What the fuck do you want. I hope it isn't money because you won't get
any. We hardly have any with all the payments. And you can't steal our stuff
without my husband wanting to know why."
I smiled at her.
She knew what I wanted. Well, what I was going to take from her right now.
"You, baby.
I wanted you from the moment I saw you. I'm a little obsessive, but you do what
I want for a couple days, you put some effort into making my fantasy reality,
and I promise I'll move on, and you can have all my nasty little copies to burn
or keep and masturbate to or whatever your little heart desires."
I smiled a little
more.
She put her head
in her hands. "Alright. I'll do what you want. Just so long as you leave
me and Mark the hell alone."
How little she
knew.
"I promise,
baby. I promise."
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So, I told her
what to do. What to say and how to say it. I turned on the charm and made her
beleive that I cared, that I kind of loved her in a weird way and all she had
to do was sell this and I would be out of her live forever. Then I told her how
to dress. I didn't really care that much but I needed to get her out of the
room for a couple minutes.
That, and I
really wanted to fuck a woman in a business suit.
I knew where the
video camera was and how to work it. I'd used it before taping bowling meets. I
set it up on a tripod behind the couch, where I knew she probably woudln't even
notice it with all the shit going through her mind right now.. Having to cheat
on her husband to keep some psycho from ruining her marraige. Poor girl. She
really did love him.
And she walked
into the room, a thin line of resolve hiding the inner turmoil. That was
fucking hot. She told me how much she wanted me. How she was kept up nights
thinking about me from the moment she saw me. That she had been waiting for a
chance like this for months. I thought about having her say something about
Mark, but I knew that might be a sticking point, even not knowing about the
videotape. I didn't want her to have to think too much. Just guide her and make
her do the easiest thing. Make the path I wanted her to take the smoothest one
that required the least thought. Keep her off balance, make her think this
would all be over or that she could gain the advantage at some point.
And then, like in
a dream, she stepped towards me. The world seemed to spin around me. I pulled
her in close. One arm around her waist, other arm grasping her arm. I kissed
her, long and hard. She responded, but it was a little forced. It didn't
matter. I could feel her tears damp against my cheek.
We remained in
that strange and mirror world for about a minute. It was sort of a time and
place unto itself. I could have loved her, perhaps... a different time, a
different place, a different circumstance. But not here, not now, not after all
this. Back to business. I pulled away.
"Show
me", I whispered.
She looked down
at the ground, bit her lip and began to unbutton her suit top. I stopped her
once her breasts were nearly exposed. I pulled her in again and began to fondle
one for the benefit of the camera while I kissed her again... but it was
different this time. The world didn't bend. This was just part of the act.
I brought her
around to the side of the couch. I laid her down against it and gently spread
her legs. She resisted just slightly, but let them open. I rolled up her skirt
a bit and entered her. I fucked her gently, putting myself just to the side so
the camera could catch her face. I fondled her exposed breast and kissed her
more. I licked up her tears.
In and out,
slowly and smoothly, tenderly. After about half an hour of teasing and
caressing and fucking I was able to bring her to a quiet orgasm despite
herself. Her legs shuddered and her pussy tensed as she so gently betrayed her
husband. I saw that she was about to begin to cry in earnest, so I took her in
my arms again and kissed her to quiet her. As she calmed down, I whispered
again to her.
"Change into
a T-shirt and shorts, darling, Then fix us some sandwiches and come back in
here." I kissed her softly on the lips again and sent her off.
As soon as she
was out of the room again, I strode to the camera, removed the tape, put a new
one in, and stuck the tape in the VCR and rewound it. I paused it at the start
of our affair and switched back to the TV and started to watch the morning
shows. A couple minutes later, I heard her pad softly down the stairs and into
the kitchen.
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She emerged a few
minutes later with a plate of sandwiches, some potato chips and even a couple
glasses of water. I hadn't asked for all that, but I suppose she either figured
if she pleased me I'd leave her alone sooner or perhaps it was just force of
habit. If there's one thing a mother of 3 can do automatically it's prepare
food. Or possibly there was something more in that kiss... but no. There was,
but that was another place and another time.
"Come here
and sit on my lap."
She obliged
quietly and we watched the rest of Regis together. It was a wonderful clear
morning, I could hear the birds chirping outside, the cool breeze coming in
from the kitchen window, the soft light of a new day, so full of promise and
opportunity.
When the program
ended, I picked up the remote and switched to the video and played it. I
grabbed both her shoulders hard before she took in what was happening. She
watched in shocked silence for a few minutes as she saw the video of her giving
herself to me, kissing and fucking me, apparently quite willingly. She began to
sob softly.
I slid her off my
knee and sat her down on the floor in front of the couch. I let her cry for a
few more minutes.
I grasped her
wrists, softly but firmly.
"Lisa."
She was still
sobbing.
"Lisa, Look
at me."
She stopped, and
looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes.
"I don't
need the photos anymore. They're fake. This tape is real. He'll never beleive
your story if you tell him. I can send him this tape right now and I guarantee
you that he will leave you."
She didn't say
anything. She looked like she was going to cry again.
"You will do
what I tell you. This will all be over after today but if you refuse me I will
ruin your life. Do you understand?" She nodded glumly, a faint glimmer of
hope evident in her expression.
I smiled at her
sweetly. "Very well, Lisa. This is what I want you to do. I want you to
unzip my trousers, take out my penis, and lick it."
She stared at me
stunned, in horror. Poor little Lisa had never done anything like this. This
was't what nice girls did. This was immoral! Somehow, I wasn't surprised that
she was more accepting of a stranger fucking her than giving a blowjob.
"I.. I
can't," she stammered. "It's not right.. it's disgusting.."
I let go of one
of her wrists, drew my hand back, and slapped her across the face. Hard.
"Lisa,"
I said, softly but sternly. "I do not care about my job. I do not care
about you or your husband. You will do what I tell you or I will send this tape
to your husband and it will ruin your life. Now you can either pleasure me with
those pretty lips or I will ruin you."
Still crying, she
tentatively obeyed.
Her trembling
fingers reached towards my crotch. Another moment, lost in time. She seemed to
be taking forever. Obeying, but slowly, eternally slowly. Her fingers crawled
towards me, across the centuries. I watched them come, pleased and content. I
licked my lips in anticipation.
Time seemed to
return to normal as she laid her fingers acrossed my erect member and unzipped
my fly. Her delicate fingers still shook as she carefully bent it to get it to
flop out of the opening. There.
She looked again
at me, one last time, pleadingly but without any real hope. I stared back at
her, expressionless.
She closed her
eyes and moved her head slowly, reluctantly, as if hoping the world would end
before she reached me. I could have yelled at her, slapped her, rushed her. But
I wanted to enjoy this moment. Whether she knew it or not, this was the moment
where she accepted my control. And I would never relinquish that control. I
would only clamp down tighter.
Another eternity
passed. She poked out her tongue shyly and opened her eyes a little bit.
Delicately, she poked the tip of her tongue against the very tip of my glans
and retracted it back into her mouth with a tiny shudder. She looked up again
at me, her eyes pleading - again, not with any real hope, but this time with
utter desperation. I raised my eyebrows and gave her an expectant and utterly
unsympathetic glare.
With resignation,
she lowered her eyes again and stuck her tongue out further and began to lick
the shaft and head in earnest, in long, somewhat clumsy strokes. Her chest
heaved and she broke contact frequently as barely supressed sobs wracked her
body. Even so, this had to be the best blowjob of my life.
I've never quite
understood the mentality of the common rapist. To take what you wanted, by
force... Well, I could see the point, but it just seemed so coarse and base.
That was rape of the body. This, now this was something. She didn't want me any
more than any other victim, and she was as helpless. But she wasn't chained,
wasn't restrained in any way. She could have run out of the door and into the
street. But she knew what would happen if she did that.
So, she raped
herself as I sat there passively. Because I told her to. And in her mind, she
knew that this was bad, that she should just run, but she was weak and afraid.
I'd assured her that if she played along, she would be fine. And if she really
thought about it, she would realize it didn't make any sense. But she wanted to
beleive my words, because I spoke them kindly and because I was being charming
and protective. And she probably knew that she would betray me, that she should
have run out and taken her chances when I showed her the photos, and that she
should have run out when I showed her the video, and that she should run out
now. But she didn't. And in the months and years to come, she would look back
at this moment and realize that her own stupidity and timidity led here to
where she is now. She'd realize she probably could have stopped it.
And as she looked
back, she'd be filled with pain and regret. She'd know she'd failed her
husband, failed her children, failed herself. And she'd think, hell, she'd know
in her own mind that she deserved this, for being so weak, so indecisive.
Occasionally, in the times to come, I'd order her to me, and as she reached me
and becan to kneel, I'd slap her so hard she fell over. And when she looked up
at me, prostrate on the floor, tears running and cheek throbbing, I'd see a
different kind of desperation, a desperation for acceptance and love and
validation from her rapist. And she'd know that while I was the only one that
would give her those things, she'd also know that that just sent her further
down into the hole of degredation and worthlessness. But she coudln't stop
herself. She needed me now. And she hated herself for it. And the more she
hated, the more she needed.
And that's the
thought that got me off. My figurative cock raping her mind. And unlike (most)
cases of the brutish physical rape, after the first thrust she was bucking
back, doing all the work. Rape of the body is cheap and base entertinment,
lastings only for the moment. Rape of the mind is a piece of art, lasting
forever, becoming more enticing with each day.
And so I came
into her mouth. She didn't seem sure what to do, and so I took her hand and put
it under her chin and softly ordered her to spit it out. She did so, and I
tightened my grip on her wrist and pushed her hand back into her face, smearing
my seed all over it.
She looked back
at me, eyes watering, mouth quavering in surprise and wordless, abject fear.
I smiled back,
truly pleased. She had no idea.
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