LYNNE: CHAPTER 10. OBEDIENCE.
" You're not to have a shower tonight. You're not to clean your teeth
or rinse your mouth tonight. I want you to taste and feel his cum in all
your holes all night. Get up."
He grabbed her robe off the floor and wiped her between the legs with it
then threw it at her and said." Put this on. You have a visitor."
She knew straight away that either Stephen or Darren had come back
to fuck her. Stephen was a nice bloke. But Darren was the one she
wanted.
" I need to take a piss Lynne." She knew what he meant and followed
him into the bathroom and held it as she had done for Ross. But he
moved and some of it squirted on the tiled floor before she could adjust
the direction she was pointing his cock in.
When he was finished he looked down at the small puddle on the floor
and said. " Wipe that up." Lynne took off her robe and got down on the
floor and wiped up the mess with her robe.
" I've wiped it up Sir." She said almost defiantly as she put her robe
back on. She knew he'd moved on purpose but she hadn't hesitated
she'd just done it and she was smugly pleased with herself until he said.
" I meant with a towel you stupid bitch."
In a perverse sort of way she felt her pride was at stake if she didn't obey
quickly and without flinching. She'd done it without thinking, not out
of obedience but out of stubbornness, out of an attitude of " I'll show
you." She'd let her emotions interfere with the simple role she had
of doing as she was told.
" I'm sorry Sir I just thought...."
" It's not for you to think Cunt. We will do your thinking for you. All you
have to do is to do as you are told. Simple obedience bitch, dogs
understand it so what's your fucking problem ?"
" I don't know Sir I'm sorry....I can learn...I can learn to be obedient....."
" Oh you will Lynne, believe me, you will."
His voice was low and threatening but the smile on his face frightened
her more.
" Now come with me, you have a visitor waiting to see you."
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair was knotted and
twisted, her makeup smudged and she had little white cum stains on
her face. Her robe was stained with her juices, Ross's cum and her
husbands urine.
In that instant she understood what Desmond had meant. She couldn't
think of a word to describe what she saw in the mirror.
Ross had regained consciousness and was getting dressed when they
walked back into the bedroom. " How was she Ross ?"
" I haven't got any skin left on me dick." The two men laughed. " I know
she's your wife mate but fair dinkum she's like a mongrel dog on heat,
she's feral. She's probably out in the backyard fucking your dog when
you're at work."
Lynne saw the look on her husbands face. She'd forgotten about what
she might have to do with the dog and it seemed like her husband had
forgotten too. Now Ross had reminded them both.
" Have you been fucking the dog Lynne ? Have you been giving the dog
head jobs ?"
" No Sir. But I would if you told me to." Her voice shook.
" I know you would Lynne." He could almost see the blood drain from her
face. She looked so scared, so confused and vulnerable. Lynne knew
her husband was enjoying her anguish. The mental torture he was
inflicting on her. She could see the pleasure her discomfort gave him
all over his face.
The worst part for Lynne was not knowing. She wished he would just tell
her if she had to do it or not. And if she did she just wanted to get it over
with. But he wasn't going to tell her, her agony gave him too much
pleasure.
" Go and get Ross's joggers off the porch."
" Yes Sir." Lynne said relieved to have an excuse to get away from the
tormenting silence that had descended upon the room.
The fresh air outside felt good and Lynne took a few seconds to enjoy
it before returning to the bedroom with Ross's dirty joggers. Ross was
sitting on the bed and her husband instructed her to put his shoes on
him.
Lynne tried to ignore what they were saying about her as she knelt on
the floor at Ross's feet putting his shoes on him and doing up the laces.
" Why don't you kick her out on her arse mate, you can do a lot better."
Ross said.
" Eventually I will." Her husband replied casually. " But I'm not ready to
kick her out just yet."
They were still talking about her as her husband walked Ross to the front
door.
" You're a lucky man Ross. What I really want is a woman like Debbie. "
Lynne never heard Ross's reply as her husband shut the door. But she
did hear her husband say. " Actually Ross old mate, what I really want
is Debbie. And Lynne's going to help me get her."
" Aren't you Lynne ?" He said walking into the bedroom. "You're going to
help me bed the lovely Debbie, aren't you ?"
" If that's what you want Sir." Lynne was surprised at the ripple of
jealously that swept through her.
" Oh that's what I want Lynne. Debbie is what I want. And you're going
to help me get her. Just like...."
He didn't finish what he'd started to say. " Time to entertain your guest
Lynne."
She followed him down the hall to the games room at the back of the
house. Darren was sitting on the couch watching the end of the Tigers
V Dragons game as he sucked on a can of Tooheys Draught. He was
obviously even drunker than when he'd left earlier. He looked up and
saw Lynne walking towards him.
" Jesus Fucking Christ."
" Hi Darren, I'm glad you came back. I..."
Darren leapt up from the couch as Lynne stood in front of him, there
bodies collided, Lynne stumbled but managed to keep her balance. The
can of beer was jolted from Darren's hand and fell back onto the couch.
" Clean that up you stupid bitch." Her husband roared, as beer spilt
from the can and ran out across the slate tiles.
" What with Sir ?" Lynne asked, not wanting to make the same mistake
as before.
" With your filthy fucking robe cunt." He snapped back as he pulled the
belt on her robe undone. Lynne quickly removed the robe and started
crawling around the floor mopping up the frothy mess.
" What the fuck...." Darren had looked at Lynne, and he didn't like what
he saw. He stood up again and stepped over her like she was a piece of
garbage on the footpath.
" Jesus Christ Almighty...."
" You can take her into the bedroom and fuck her as soon as she's
cleaned up the mess she made." Lynne's husband said delighted at
Darren's disgust.
" No fucking way mate. I'm drunk, but you could never get me drunk
enough to fuck that."
" I know she doesn't look too good at the moment Darren, but I'll clean
her up a bit for you."
" Don't bother mate. She's a fucking bush pig."
" Just turn the lights off mate and you won't have to look at what you're
fucking." He was talking to Darren but looking at Lynne.
"I'm going home to fuck my wife." Was all Darren said as he staggered
out onto the patio and down the stairs.
" So. The one you wanted can't stand the sight of you. You disgust him.
How disappointing for you." Her husband said mocking her. " He almost
ran out the back door when he saw you, didn't he Lynne ?"
" Yes Sir." Lynne mumbled.
" From now on you will call me Master."
" Yes Master." She said meekly as she stood up and put her robe back
on.
" I've got something else for you to do anyway. Come with me." He said
moving towards the kitchen. The Telegraph was open on the bench, she
was trying to see what her husband had been reading when she heard
the low growling bark of the Rottweiler coming from the laundry.
Her body froze, and a cold chill ran down her spine.
" What's your fucking problem." Her husband asked sarcastically.
" Nothing Master." She said trying to steel herself for what she had to do.
The Kitchen was a galley style and the laundry was at one end of it. She
walked slowly towards the door, her hands and knees shaking, her
head spinning. She stood in front of the sliding door, and forced herself
to reach out and slide the door open.
The big dog growled when he saw her. Lynne had never liked the big
Rottweiler. He was too big, too aggressive and unpredictable. And the
dog didn't like Lynne either. But she knew that the huge animal would
change his opinion of her after she had done it to him.
She lowered herself to the floor and crawled towards the dog. Her
husband sat at the kitchen bench reading the newspaper while she did
it. He looked up through the open door to the laundry as he heard the
loud yelping noises his dog was making.
Lynne staggered into the kitchen, her face drawn and pale.
" I've done it master." She said in a pathetic whisper.
" Done what Lynne ?"
" I've sucked the dog off like you told me too." Her voice shook.
" I didn't tell you to suck the dog off Lynne."
" But you said......You told me...." Lynne's mind was racing. She looked
around the room frantically then back at her husband's face trying to
make sense out of what he was saying.
" I told you I had something for you to do. I didn't say anything about
sucking the dog off. By the way, it's a pity you didn't hear what I said to
you just before you made yourself cum for the boys. I told you that you
could lie on the floor if you wanted to. You would have enjoyed your
orgasm more not having to stand up like you did."
Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she realised what she'd done,
what her husband had done to her. Anger started to seethe inside her.
She wanted to tell him what a fucking bastard he was. She wanted to tell
him how much she hated him.
Lynne ran from the kitchen through the house, sobbing loudly until she
came to a stop at the sink in their bathroom. She held onto the sides
of the sink as she cried quietly.
Then she looked up and saw herself in the mirror. She saw what was
on her face. She wanted to wiped it off.She wanted to scrub the skin off
her face, but she didn't. She just stood there staring at herself.
She had looked more pathetic each time she had looked at herself in a
mirror over the past three weeks. She had watched herself descend into
what she had become, she had written about it in the diary.
She suddenly felt strangely calm. The tears stopped. She liked what she
saw in the mirror. She couldn't describe how she looked and she didn't
understand why she felt the way she did. But she knew that this was
how she wanted to look, how she wanted to feel.
She suddenly felt ashamed of herself. Not for what she had done in the
laundry, but for the way she had acted towards her husband. It wasn't
his fault. They'd told her many times that all she had to do was to do as
she was told. But she hadn't done that. Her husband hadn't told her to
do it. If she'd waited and done as she was told like she was suppose to it
wouldn't have happened. It wasn't her husbands fault that she was a
stupid slut.
She realised that he had just taught her the most important lesson she
could learn if she was to become the Blonde Woman's slave. Obedience.
It sounded so simple, just do what you're told when you're told. But she
hadn't done that, and she had paid the price. She thought she now knew
the true meaning of obedience.
She wiped her face, and was about to brush her hair and straighten up
the robe that was now stained in a few more places when she realised
she was doing it again. She hadn't been told to do any of this. If he
wanted her to wipe her face or brush her hair he would tell her to.
" You stupid fucking slut." She said to herself in disgust.
Her husband was still sitting at the bench in the kitchen when she
walked back in. He didn't look up at her as she moved towards him.
She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his leg and
rested her head on his knee.
" I'm sorry Master. I'm so sorry."
" It's alright Lynne." He said in a gentle, loving voice. " It's alright."
He allowed her to cry for a while and then reached down and stroked
her head and ran his fingers through her hair.
" You've come a long way in a short time. Just make sure you never do
anything like that again."
" I won't Master. You know I won't. I love you."
" I love you too." He said softly.
He felt her hug his leg tighter when he told her that he loved her. And
he kept stroking her hair as he let her cry herself out.
Shortly after the tears stopped he heard her laughing quietly to herself.
She looked up at him. " What was it you wanted me to do master ?"
" I'm horny. I need a good old fashioned fuck."
She closed her eyes and savoured his words. It seemed an eternity since
she had fucked her husband. She quickly rose to her feet and stood
beside him.
" How can I please you Master ?"
He looked at her face and into her eyes. To him, she had never looked as
beautiful as she did at that moment. They stared at each other for a
long time, their eyes telling each other how much they loved each other.
He passed her the newspaper he had been reading. It was open at the
Adult Services section. " Pick a whore for me to fuck. I'm going to have a
shower. When she gets here, pay her and tell her to wait for me on the
bed, but don't let her get undressed. I want to undress her myself."
A huge smile spread over Lynne's face. She loved this new life her
husband and the Blonde Woman had given her.
" And tidy up the bedroom before she gets here. You and Ross made a
hell of a mess in there."
She watched her husband disappear down the hall then started reading
the adds.
' Jane. Mature, Busty Lady available for Outcalls. All suburbs.'
" No. Mature means old." Lynne said to herself. She wanted the best
prostitute she could get for her husband.
' Asian Angel. Attractive Thai Lady. Slim Sexy, High Class Service..."
" Hmmm Maybe." Lynne said as she grabbed a pen from phone
organiser and circled the Asian Angel add. She spent the next few
minutes reading the adds, circling the ones that she liked. Then she
found the one she wanted.
' Melanie. 20 yo. Busty, Long Blonde Hair. Very Sensual. I love to
touch and to be touched. I'm Available for you now. Outcalls only. Phone
me now on.....'
" Hi, this Melanie."
" Hi Melanie, my name's Lynne, how are you."
" I feel really good Lynne."
" I need a really special lady for my husband Melanie."
" Ooh, that sounds like fun Lynne. Is it for both of you or just your
husband?"
" I don't know Melanie. He may want me to watch, or he may want me
to join in, or he may want me to wait outside. He'll decide while he's with
the lady I get for him."
" Well let me tell you about myself Lynne. I'm twenty years old, 5'4" and
I've got long blonde hair. I'm slim, a size 8, about 51 kilos. I've got soft
milky skin and fairly large breasts, but I don't wear a bra, I don't need
any support. My nipples are a soft pink, they're not very big, but they're
very sensitive.
I'm a natural blonde and my pussy hair is trimmed into a neat little
triangle, and I love to have my clitoris touched and licked."
" I want a woman who will touch and kiss my husband all over. Will my
husband have to wear a condom Melanie."
" Yes, he'll have to wear a condom Lynne, but I love kissing and licking
and touching. Your husband won't be disappointed when he sees me
Lynne. He won't be disappointed when he touches me and when he
feels himself inside me."
" If you look half as good as your voice sounds Melanie, he won't be
disappointed about anything."
" Thank you Lynne. It's $120 for half an hour and $180 for the hour.
And he can cum as many times as he wants. So can you if he lets you
join in. I hope he does Lynne."
" So do I Melanie. And I'll give you a lot more than the $180 if you please
him."
" I'm sorry to waste any time Lynne, but I'll need your number so I can
call you back. I'm sorry, but I have to check..."
" That's Ok Melanie I understand."
Lynne gave Melanie the address and phone number and hung up, the
phone rang a few seconds later.
" Hi Melanie."
" Hi Lynne, I'll be there in ten minutes or even quicker if I can. I'm
coming now, bye."
" I'll wait for you out the front Melanie. Bye."
Lynne ran into the bedroom, made the bed, and tidied up the mess that
she and Ross had made. Her husband called out to her from the
bathroom.
She knocked on the door, and waited for his instructions.
" Get your arse in here Lynne."
She opened the door and walked in. She could see her husband in the
shower through the clear glass screen. She'd forgotten what a great body
he had.
How many times had she seen him in the shower and not taken the time
to enjoy what she saw she wondered to herself. When did she start
taking his body for granted and why. Why had she stopped appreciating
how lucky she was to have him?
" There's a woman on her way Master." As soon as she said it she knew
she'd done the wrong thing again. He hadn't given her permission to
talk. He hadn't asked her if she'd ordered a whore for him. She should
have stood there and kept her stupid mouth shut until he told her
otherwise.
The concept of obedience is as complicated in practice as it is simple in
theory. Lynne knew she still had a lot to learn. But her husband ignored
her indiscretion this time.
" You'll frighten her away if she sees you like that. Put on a nice
negligee, and try to fix yourself up a bit."
" Yes Master." Lynne did as instructed. She made it out onto the front
porch just as the white Magna pulled into the drive. The light came on
inside as Melanie opened the passengers door. Lynne could make out
the figure of a large framed man in the drivers seat.
She heard the sound of high heels on the concrete driveway as Melanie
walked towards her. Melanie had not exaggerated how attractive she
was. Lynne couldn't believe that a young woman as stunningly beautiful
as Melanie would be working as a whore.
She looked like a Hollywood model on her way to an awards night. Her
long blonde hair and her soft milky white skin looked incredible
contrasted against her expensive black dress, black stockings and heels.
The dress plunged at the neckline, displaying her large firm breasts.
Melanie stepped up onto the porch. " Hi Lynne."
" Your absolutely gorgeous Melanie." Lynne said without thinking.
" So are you Lynne." Melanie replied, her deep blue eyes looking at
Lynne invitingly.
Melanie was exaggerating, but Lynne did look good in her long sheer
black lace night-gown. She had nothing on underneath, and Melanie
could see the outline of Lynne's body. She had done her hair and put on
some make up. Lynne had seen herself in the mirror, she knew she
looked good, but she also knew she looked nowhere near as good as
Melanie.
And Melanie had a style and elegance that Lynne did not. Class was one
of the words that Lynne used in her mind to describe Melanie. She may
be a whore, but Melanie had class. A word Lynne knew could not be used
to describe her. Not any more.
Lynne opened the door for Melanie and led her into the bedroom.
" My husbands in the shower. You're to wait on the bed until he's
ready for you." Lynne put six folded fifty dollar bills in Melanie's hand.
" There's three hundred dollars there, and there's another hundred
for you if my husband enjoys himself. "
" Thanks Lynne." Melanie said as she put the money into her handbag
and sat on the bed. Lynne hadn't noticed her legs until she crossed
them slowly as she sat on the bed. They were long and slim and Lynne
had an almost overpowering urge to kneel at Melanie's feet and lick
her way up the sheer black stockings that hugged Melanie's legs.
" Do you know if you'll be joining in with us Lynne ? "
" No she won't be." Lynne's husband said as he walked into the room
wearing nothing but a white fluffy towel around his waist and some
Cool Water cologne. " She'll just sit on the floor in the corner and watch.
Hopefully she'll learn something."
Lynne noticed Melanie's response when she looked at him. Melanie
obviously liked what she saw. She stood up and moved seductively
toward him.
" Hi, I'm Melanie." " Hello Melanie. "
Melanie put her hands around his waist and stood close to him, just
close enough so as their crotches gently brushed against each others.
She lent forward and kissed him hard and passionately on the mouth,
running her hands up over his chest as she did.
Lynne couldn't help but wish that it was her. She wished that it was her
kissing her husband, and her kissing Melanie. She watched her husband
as he took Melanie into is arms and kissed and nibbled her neck.
Lynne was standing at the foot of the bed, she didn't know whether she
should go and sit in the corner or wait for her husband to tell her what
to do. She decided to wait to be told what to do.
He looked at Lynne and pointed to the corner, she scurried off squatted
on the floor and watched as her husband undressed Melanie and gently
laid her on the bed.
For the next hour Lynne watched as her husband and Melanie sucked
and fucked each other with a passion that seemed out of place between
a prostitute and her client. They were so gentle, so tender with each
other it was as if they were making love not just fucking.
Her husband came three times, twice while he was inside her, and once
in her mouth. Each time Lynne had to remove the condom from her
husbands cock and dispose of it in the bathroom. She loved the way
she could taste Melanie's juices on the used condoms.
Melanie faked orgasm the two times he came inside her, Lynne knew
she had to be faking, but god she was good at it. She moaned and
panted and thrashed around underneath him, her face flushed, her
eyes wild with excitement.
When the hour was up Lynne listened from the bedroom as Melanie and
her husband took a shower together, and then watched as they helped
each other get dressed.
Lynne passed Melanie the extra hundred dollars as she walked her to
the door. " Thank You Melanie, he really enjoyed himself with you."
" Thank You Lynne. You're husbands a wonderful man, make sure he
calls me again like he said he would. Maybe next time he'll let you join
in."
" I'm sure he will." Lynne said, knowing full well that he would call
Melanie again, but that he would never let her join in.
" Where did you get the money to pay her from Lynne ?" Her husband
was standing behind her as she watched the white Magna disappear
down the street. She turned to face him, she wasn't sure if he knew
what she had done this last week.
" I paid her with some of the money I made as a street prostitute in the
Cross Master."
" How much did you pay her to fuck me ?"
" Four hundred dollars."
" And how much did you charge men to fuck you."
" Usually fifty dollars, and my pimp took twenty five percent."
Her husband smiled at her and walked back into the bedroom. But he
had made his point. She had fucked ten men to make the money it had
cost her to pay Melanie to fuck him.
So much had changed since that night in the garage. Everything
was different now. Dark was light, wrong was right bad was good, usually
much better than just good. But of all the things that had changed
the one Lynne loved the most and understood the least was her now
seemingly insatiable appetite for sex in it's various forms.
Back when she was the old Lynne, before that night in the garage,
before the blonde woman took control of her life, Lynne had sex two
or three times a week with her husband. She climaxed on most
occasions but not always and wasn't overly bothered if she didn't. And
unlike most couples their sex life had become more interesting and
imaginative the longer they were married.
She'd masturbated a lot as a teenager and as a single woman in her
early twenties, and had continued to do so after marrying her husband
four years ago. She spent a lot more time with her vibrator than she had
admitted to her husband that time he caught her.
But her hunger for pleasure both physical and psychological had become
like an addiction. The more pleasure she received the more she craved.
It was as if her sole reason for existing now was for the pleasure and
the pain they inflicted on her body and on her mind.
Watching her husband fuck Melanie had left the bald soft flesh between
her legs dripping wet. She'd cum twice in the past few hours yet her body
ached for relief again.
" That negligee is too good for a cheap slut like you, isn't it ?" Her
husband said as he grabbed the front of the negligee and started ripping
it off her body.
Lynne moaned softly as she heard the sound of the material tearing
and the moister from between her legs started to roll down her thighs.
Like most women, Lynne had her own rape fantasy that occasionally
crept into her mind. And more than just a few times in the past it had
been her rape fantasy she thought about when she masturbated.
She closed her eyes and saw the tall faceless man standing over her,
ripping her clothes off her.
" Get on the fucking bed bitch." Her husband demanded but she never
heard him. The tall man was throwing her on the floor. Then he was
ripping her panties off her. The tall man shoved his cock inside her.
Lynne cried out as the back of her husbands hand struck her hard
across her face.
She fell to the floor landing on top of the shreds of material that were
once the beautiful negligee her husband had bought her for their
anniversary.
" Listen when you're being spoken to cunt." Her husbands voice was
low and angry.
" I....I'm sorry Master." She grabbed at the stinging pain in her cheek
and felt the trickle of blood that had run down her chin from the corner
of her mouth, just as it did when the tall man hit her.
" Get up on the fucking bed."
Lynne tried to pull herself up onto the bed but her head was still spinning
from the force of the blow to her face. Her husband helped her by
grabbing his wife by the hair and dragging her up off the floor and onto
the bed.
For a few seconds Lynne neither saw nor heard anything. Having her
clothes torn from her body, being struck violently across the face and
tasting her own blood from the blow had been even more thrilling as
when the tall man did it in her fantasy, and it left her in a daze.
" What were you thinking about Lynne ?" Her husbands voice was calm
almost gentle this time. He grabbed her arms, pulled them behind her
back and bound them with a pair of cold heavy steel handcuffs.
She was lying on her stomach, her arms shackled behind her back.
" I....I was thinking about being raped Master,"
" Tell me what happened when he raped you Lynne."
Lynne closed her eyes and moaned softly as she strained against the
cold steel of the handcuffs.
" It happened when you were over in the Perth office for a few weeks
last year. You rang me from Perth airport and said you wouldn't be able
to make it to the bedroom when you got home, and that you'd have to
fuck me on the floor in the entry.
You're flight was due in Sydney at 9.20 which meant you'd be home
around 10.30.
I took a long hot bubble bath and put on that beautiful black negligee
you bought me for our anniversary. Then I sat in the loungeroom with
the lights dimmed and some soft music playing waiting for you.
I'd been sitting there waiting for you since about 6.30 drinking wine and
thinking about what we were going to do when you got home. About
8.00 o'clock the door bell rang. I thought it was you. I thought you were
teasing me, playing games with me. I ran to the door and saw the
silhouette of a man standing on the porch. A tall man.
I couldn't see his face because the porch light was out, which I thought
was odd because I'd put it on for you earlier and it worked fine. But he
started talking and I didn't think anymore of it.
He said he and his wife had bought the house next door, you know the
one that had been For Sale and empty for months, and he'd just popped
over to introduce himself.
He was just making friendly Smalltalk about his wife and kids. I don't
know if it was the wine or whether I was distracted thinking about what
you were going to do when you got home, but it never occurred to me
that I was standing there in that skimpy sexy little a negligee. And I
know it was a dumb thing to do but I unlocked the screen door and
opened it. He was just trying to be friendly and it seemed rude to talk to
him from behind a locked security door.
But he just kept on chatting away the way a new neighbour does. He
asked about you and whether we had any kids. I told him you were
away and no we didn't have kids.
He said something about how nice all the trees and shrubs were and
looked out over the front yard and said how much privacy they gave us.
I still couldn't see his face and I couldn't remember if he'd said what
his name was. Then I remember he said ' Well, you've got company.'
And I know it was a stupid thing to say but I said ' No I'm alone at the
moment.'
Everything felt wrong as soon as I said it. The porch light not working,
the porch hidden from view by the shrubs and trees. Telling him that
I was alone. And I suddenly became aware of what I was wearing
And I knew. I knew the faceless man wasn't our new neighbour.
Then it was like everything was in slow motion. His head turned back
towards me and although I still couldn't see his face I knew he was
smiling.
Suddenly his hand was around my throat choking me as he threw me
up against the wall. The entry light went off and I heard the door slam
shut.
I couldn't breath his hand was squeezing me tighter around my throat
and I pulled at his hand with mine trying to get away from him. Then he
let go of me, I was coughing and gasping for air and trying to scream.
He hit me with a closed fist across my face and my head thudded
against the wall as I fell to the floor.
He grabbed me around the throat again, dragged me to my feet and
pinned me up against the wall. He told me if I screamed he'd hit me
a lot harder than he did the first time. I wanted to scream but I didn't,
he hit me again anyway and told me ' That was for wanting to scream.'
I started crying the first time he hit me but I was sobbing after he hit me
the second time. He pulled me towards him by the throat, our faces only
inches apart in the darkness and said ' Shut the fuck up'
Despite his words his voice was the same calm friendly voice he had
when he was pretending to be our new neighbour. He said he wasn't
particular about the women he raped, but he liked to rape them in the
comfort of their own homes.
He let go of me and there was a terrifyingly long silence. Then the light
came back on. I looked up at him and he had a balaclava on. I just stood
there frozen in fear. I could see the lust in his eyes and the smile on his
lips through the little slits in the balaclava.
He started tearing my negligee open at the front. But he did it so slowly
almost sensuously and the sound the material made as he ripped
it open seemed so loud. It was torn open to about my crotch level, and
he ripped the rest of it in one fast almost violent motion and he peeled
it back. I could see his eyes wandering over my body through the little
slits in the balaclava.
I almost screamed when he grabbed my breasts but I held it in. Then his
hands were squeezing and pinching and pulling hard on my nipples and I
couldn't help it, I screamed from the pain.
He threw me onto the floor and started yelling all sorts of threats at me.
His voice was different this time, loud and angry as he told me what he'd
do to me if I screamed or cried again.
He leant down and started pulling at my panties. I heard the tearing
sound as he ripped them off me and I saw the smile on his lips as he
stuffed them in my mouth.
He pulled my legs open so far and so hard that I grunted from the pain.
Then he undid the zipper on his black jeans, took his stiff hard cock out
through his open fly, and threw his body on top of mine knocking the air
out me.
I could feel his cock rubbing me between the legs as he pinned my arms
to the floor with his hands. His breathing grew heavier as his cock
started stabbing me between the legs trying to find the opening that
would allow him to enter me.
I closed my eyes but he told me to open them, I obeyed him. I looked up
at him just as his cock slid up inside me with one violent thrust. He
buried his cock as deep inside me as he could force it and stopped. He
just laid on top of me, enjoying the feeling of being inside me.
Suddenly he laughed and started fucking me. He fucked me on the floor
of the entry just like you said you were going to. And it seemed to last
so long, he seemed to last so long. His body just kept pounding against
me.
He told me to listen to the sounds of our bodies slapping together and I
obeyed him. He told me to listen to the sound his cock made as it slid in
and out of me and I obeyed him. He told me to tell him how good it felt
and I obeyed him.
Every so often strands of my pubic hair would get caught in the mettle
teeth on his zipper. I grunted loudly each time one of the little hairs was
pulled from my body.
I kept looking over at the door to see if you were there. At first I wished
I would see you there. See you running to save me,to rescue me from
the man who was raping me. But after a while I was wishing and hoping
that I wouldn't see you there.
I didn't want you to see what the tall man was doing to me. I didn't want
you to see him raping me. I didn't want you to hear the noises we made
as he raped me. But most of all I didn't want you to see me cum."
Lynne's husband had listened in silence as she recounted how she had
been raped. The way she told it, the expressions on her face, the tone
of her voice, the movements of her body, it was as if it had really
happened.
She had started grinding her crotch into the bed as she told her story,
by the time she had finished the story she was thrusting herself against
the bed as if she were fucking it.
" Do you want me to undo the handcuffs so you can play with yourself
Lynne ? "
" Yes....Yes please Master I do..."
Lynne grunted loudly as her husbands hand smacked her hard on the
cheeks of her arse. She stopped humping the bed and just laid there
on her stomach with her hands shackled behind her back waiting to
feel the pain again.
Her husband grabbed her hair and lifted her up till their eyes met, their
faces almost touching.
" What you want doesn't matter Cunt ! "
" No Master. What I want doesn't matter. I'm only hear to do as I'm
told....." She spoke quickly and breathlessly through the pain as he
pulled on her hair.
" Then why were you humping the bed Cunt ? You weren't told to do
that."
" No Master I wasn't I'm sorry I...."
He threw her back on the bed and smacked her hard across the arse
again. " Look over here Lynne." He reached into the draw of her bed
side table and took out her vibrator.
Lynne's eyes lit up for an instant, but it soon gave way to a glazed
confused almost sad look. She was learning. She bit her lip to stop
herself saying anything.
" Do you want me to put this under you Lynne? Under your wet pussy?"
Lynne closed her eyes and moaned softly at the thought of it.
" Oh Fuck Yes." She said to herself. " What I want doesn't matter
Master." She said to her husband.
He slid the vibrator between her wet crotch and the bed. Lynne had to
force herself with every ounce of willpower she had not to start humping
herself against the hard plastic cock.
" Look at the clock Lynne." She turned and looked at the red numbers
on the digital clock on the bedside table. 12.03 AM.
" When the clock ticks over to 12.04 I will turn the vibrator on for you
Lynne. You will hump yourself against it and cum before it clicks over to
12.05. Do you understand ?"
" Yes Master I understand thank you Master thank you for..."
The sting of his hand on her arse again shut her up. As she knew it was
meant to. The handcuffs cut into her wrists again as she squirmed on
the bed positioning her clitoris on the vibrator all the while staring at the
bright red numbers on the clock.
Her breathing was getting heavier and her crotch was getting wetter just
from the anticipation of the clock ticking over to 12.04. But there is no
second hand on a digital clock, no flashing lights to indicate each second
as it passed by. All she could do was stare at the 3 and wait for it to
become a 4.
" This will be your last orgasm for a week Lynne,"
She heard him and knew what he said was right, but she couldn't
remember why. But her mind and body were too consumed in watching
and waiting for the 3 to become a 4 for her to think clearly.
The vibrator purred to life between her legs as the 3 became a 4. She
humped herself hard and fast against it, the bed rocking from the force
of her thrusting body.
She buried her face in the pillow and started grunting loudly as her
orgasm grew closer. Her breathing got faster and shallower as she felt
the first waves of pleasure about to rip through her body and she started
chanting: " No Oh Fuck No Oh......"
The clock had ticked over to 12.05 and her husband had pulled the
vibrator out from underneath her.
" You were told to cum before the clock ticked over to 12.05." Her
husband said with a smug smile on his face.
" I'm sorry." Lynne sobbed pathetically. " Please Master....Please don't
leave me like this please...."
" We're sick of hearing you say you're sorry Lynne." He put the vibrator
on the bedside table beside the clock. It still purred at her, teasing
her. " You could have had an orgasm Lynne if you had done as you were
told. You would be thrashing around on the bed cumming right now if
you had been obedient. "
Lynne started crying softly as her husband left the bedroom and closed
the door.
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