Good Friends, Good Food.
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Category:
DarkFic › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
26,680
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This story is mine and no money was made from it's writing. These people exist only in my twisted mind any resemblance to anyone living dead(yadda, yadda) is unintentional and my bad. Please read and review
The monster Returns
Disclaimer: This story is mine and no money was made from it's writing. These people exist only in my twisted mind any resemblance to anyone living dead(yadda, yadda) is unintentional and totally my bad.
Extra Disclaimer: Murder, rape, and torture, NOT okay. This story is fiction which means NOT REAL. Nobody deserves what happens to the Sinclairs, a fictional family, to happen to them…EVER!
A/N: Thanks to all who’ve reviewed. I enjoy reading ‘em, so keep ‘em comin’.
It took Melody almost 15 minutes to clean up her mess. Another10 minutes to clean (with a mop this time) the two places she vomitted. When she was done, I let her use the shower stall to wash up. My recent gentleness and tenderness with her surprised, and troubled, me. I genuinely felt sorry for what had happened to her – what I had done to her. I took the opportunity, while she was in the shower to prepare myself for what I had planned next. It was time to resume her suffering. As soon as I heard the shower shut off, I was ready. As soon as she stepped into the room, I heard her breath catch. The large chair in the centre of the room had a large metal phallus built into the centre of the seat, leather cuffs for her ankles on the legs, for her wrists on the arms, and one for her neck. I was leaning against the chair, casually with a large, dark blue, ball gag swinging back and forth like a kinky pendulum.
“Sit down,” I said as though I had asked about the weather. I left no room for disobeying. She hobbled over to the chair and slowly sat, the phallus sinking into her anus, drawing a pained moan from her. When it was totally embedded, I set to work, securing the cuffs around her arms and legs. The pained expression was priceless and she looked so gorgeous. The neck strap was studded and the inside of the studs was uncomfortable but considering what she had endured thus far, nothing really worth complaining about. Finally, I knelt in front of her with the ball-gag. The dam that had stopped her tears burst, causing her to sob and weep.
“Ple-e-e-ease Curtis, we’re friends. We’ve had you over for dinner, you’ve baby-sat our kids, we double-dated with you and Sarah. Don’t do this,” she said staring at me intently with her big, beautiful, brown, eyes, full of tears and terror, pain and pleading. I lurched to my feet and smacked her soundly across her face, following up with a back-hand. Her head snapped from side to side as I smacked her two more times, each time followed by a back hand. Her head bowed to her chest, heaving with heavy sobs. I grabbed her chin with my left thumb and first two fingers. Her eyes were shut, tears, pouring like a waterfall, her body still heaving and quaking in fear and pain.
“Look at me,” I snapped at her. When I got no response, I increased pressure, “NOW!” Her eyes snapped open. I relished the pain and fear in her eyes. “We have fifteen more days until Mark gets home. Now you’ll never see him again. That’s a fact. How much pain and suffering you endure is up to you. You just forfeited any food for today. I also have a few errands to do so, don’t go amywhere, I’ll be back in a while,” I said as I stood up, and moved behind to put the ball gag in place. She kept her mouth shut. “If you don’t want to eat tomorrow either, that’s fine but you will wear this until I get back so…” before I could finish my threat, her mouth opened and I forced it snugly behind her teeth and fastened it tightly, cinching the straps extra hard, making sure it was extra tight. Stepping in front of her, I slowly and lazily stroked her thighs. After a few moments, I leaned in, kissed her gently on her forehead. I stood up, allowing a small smile to play at the edges of my mouth, as I watched her silently endure her suffering. Thetenerness and gentleness I had expeirienced earlier was gone. I was looking forward to her continued suffering. I hooked my left hand under her chin.
“Bitch,” I muttered. With that, I turned out the lights, locked all the doors, and left the achingly beautiful, brunette, now my prisoner, alone silently sobbing in the darkness!
Extra Disclaimer: Murder, rape, and torture, NOT okay. This story is fiction which means NOT REAL. Nobody deserves what happens to the Sinclairs, a fictional family, to happen to them…EVER!
A/N: Thanks to all who’ve reviewed. I enjoy reading ‘em, so keep ‘em comin’.
It took Melody almost 15 minutes to clean up her mess. Another10 minutes to clean (with a mop this time) the two places she vomitted. When she was done, I let her use the shower stall to wash up. My recent gentleness and tenderness with her surprised, and troubled, me. I genuinely felt sorry for what had happened to her – what I had done to her. I took the opportunity, while she was in the shower to prepare myself for what I had planned next. It was time to resume her suffering. As soon as I heard the shower shut off, I was ready. As soon as she stepped into the room, I heard her breath catch. The large chair in the centre of the room had a large metal phallus built into the centre of the seat, leather cuffs for her ankles on the legs, for her wrists on the arms, and one for her neck. I was leaning against the chair, casually with a large, dark blue, ball gag swinging back and forth like a kinky pendulum.
“Sit down,” I said as though I had asked about the weather. I left no room for disobeying. She hobbled over to the chair and slowly sat, the phallus sinking into her anus, drawing a pained moan from her. When it was totally embedded, I set to work, securing the cuffs around her arms and legs. The pained expression was priceless and she looked so gorgeous. The neck strap was studded and the inside of the studs was uncomfortable but considering what she had endured thus far, nothing really worth complaining about. Finally, I knelt in front of her with the ball-gag. The dam that had stopped her tears burst, causing her to sob and weep.
“Ple-e-e-ease Curtis, we’re friends. We’ve had you over for dinner, you’ve baby-sat our kids, we double-dated with you and Sarah. Don’t do this,” she said staring at me intently with her big, beautiful, brown, eyes, full of tears and terror, pain and pleading. I lurched to my feet and smacked her soundly across her face, following up with a back-hand. Her head snapped from side to side as I smacked her two more times, each time followed by a back hand. Her head bowed to her chest, heaving with heavy sobs. I grabbed her chin with my left thumb and first two fingers. Her eyes were shut, tears, pouring like a waterfall, her body still heaving and quaking in fear and pain.
“Look at me,” I snapped at her. When I got no response, I increased pressure, “NOW!” Her eyes snapped open. I relished the pain and fear in her eyes. “We have fifteen more days until Mark gets home. Now you’ll never see him again. That’s a fact. How much pain and suffering you endure is up to you. You just forfeited any food for today. I also have a few errands to do so, don’t go amywhere, I’ll be back in a while,” I said as I stood up, and moved behind to put the ball gag in place. She kept her mouth shut. “If you don’t want to eat tomorrow either, that’s fine but you will wear this until I get back so…” before I could finish my threat, her mouth opened and I forced it snugly behind her teeth and fastened it tightly, cinching the straps extra hard, making sure it was extra tight. Stepping in front of her, I slowly and lazily stroked her thighs. After a few moments, I leaned in, kissed her gently on her forehead. I stood up, allowing a small smile to play at the edges of my mouth, as I watched her silently endure her suffering. Thetenerness and gentleness I had expeirienced earlier was gone. I was looking forward to her continued suffering. I hooked my left hand under her chin.
“Bitch,” I muttered. With that, I turned out the lights, locked all the doors, and left the achingly beautiful, brunette, now my prisoner, alone silently sobbing in the darkness!