big bad wolf

(or how I learned to love my rapist)

 

In 1997 I was renting a house in north london, it was a mid-terrace and the walls were paper thin and the decor hadn't been touched since the seventies but the rent was cheap and I liked it, even if it meant turning the gas fire up on all four orange bars to heat the little place up in winter. It was set in a quiet cul-de-sac that lay behind a busy main road that was dotted with shops and had three local pubs. It was okay. I liked it in my own way. It was independance, my own space. I had no front garden but if I looked out my kitchen window I could see a wide green space and in the spring the trees that dotted it looked lovely as the wind shook their blossom like confetti. Plus I liked my nightlife and the local pubs were literally around the corner.  In the short time I'd lived there I'd made quite a few friends. I was out of work that summer, spending more than I could afford socialising and when I wasn't drinking I was being lazy at home. I wasn't all that materialistic, as long as I had enough in the bank to pay the rent and the bills I was happy just getting by. Life was easy and lazy and the summer promised to be long and hot and I had a back garden where I could sleep on my sun lounger when I had nothing better to do.

I had no idea my life was about to change forever. For this was the year He  came to me.

It started when this girl I knew called Lisa who was small and slim and always made her whisky last a long time came into the pub looking distraught. I was sitting at the end of the bar, having sat outside for a while in the sun which did not mix with cold beer I'd decided a bit of shade was in order. And she had come in, glanced around, not even said hello which was unusual for her. We always spoke. She went straight to the other end of the bar where a small, middle aged woman sat with 20 fags and a milk stout in front of her. Lisa's mother Ellen. As they spoke I could'nt help but overhear. They were almost arguing and the pub was so quiet what with the weather and most people outside I could'nt help but overhear their conversation.

"I'm not doing, it mum!" She said firmly, "I can't take it..I can't go through this ..you know what he's like.."

Her mother glared at her. I'd never seen Ellen glare at her daughter before. They always seemed so close. "I'll move out.!"

Her mother seemed weary, as if the arguement had been going on for a long, long while.

"Don't be daft you can't afford to move out...you wasn't like this before.. you would have done anything to have him home."

And guilt clouded her eyes.

"Don't, mum.."Was all she said.

I'd wandered over by now and put my drink on the bar. I was surprised to see Lisa had tears in her eyes.

"You okay?"

Ellen had a face like thunder.

"Not really, Chloe."She said to me, "My son's been away for a long time and his own sister doesn't want him home.."

Been away? I didn't even know Lisa had a brother, let alone a brother who had been to prison.

"What did he do?"I asked her.

The look on her face told me I'd made a mistake before Ellen even spoke.

"No, not prison - "

"Nearly."Lisa cut in. Her mother ignored that and put me straight.

"He's not been to prison. A year ago he was mucking around joyriding with his mates - "

"Cos he used to do a lot of stupid things like that - "

"Will you shut up! " Her mother snapped, "He was a bit silly a lot of boys are at that age..he was only seventeen..well he was'nt driving one of the other lads was. He lost control and it went off the road and rolled down a bank. The other two both died. He was the only survivor. He was badly hurt. He can't even remember getting in the car. He was in hospital for so long all I've wanted is to have him home and now he's home she - "And she jabbed an accusing finger in Lisa's direction, "doesn't even want him home."

Lisa was looking at me with pleading eyes as if I could have a magic answer, but I didn't.

"Well, he is your brother." Lisa gave me an evil look as if to say, thanks a lot.. now I felt awkward. I knew her well enough to give an opinion but maybe not well enough to get involved in this. The closest I'd come to her family life had been three weeks ago when I'd gone round on a sunday to their white washed four bedroomed terraced house just around the corner on the council estate. I'd assumed Lisa was an only child. She'd never mentioned a brother.

"What's so wrong with him coming home then?"

Lisa's eyes were still tearful.

"He's a bastard."She stated, "Always has been always will be. And he's worse now."

"He's not worse Lisa, he's just changed a bit...you didn't feel like this when he was lying in that bed on a life support machine!"

Those words seemed to cut in her a bit.

"That's because I thought he was going to die."

Ellen lowered her voice and she said quickly: "Well you can shut up now..Chloe, this is my son.."

I'd been so busy with Lisa I hadn't noticed someone had joined us at the bar. He was standing next to me. Lisa looked down at the floor, then turned away slightly as if desperate for a distraction. Looking at him, I found it hard to believe he was the same person Lisa hated so much : He was a little taller than me, with light brown hair and steel-grey eyes. He was nothing like the way I'd imagined him. He was gorgeous, and dressed in that white shirt and dark blue suit he looked nothing less than handsome. He had a warm smile and a voice like silk.

"My name's Shane."he said quickly, "Nice to meet you.."
Then he turned to his mother.

"Before you ask, no I've no idea how the interview went - but I think they was'nt too impressed with my background.."

"Well you're trying."Ellen replied, "You staying for a drink?"

"No I'm going home..I'm too hot I need to get changed.."

"See you later Chloe.."

And as he turned to leave, he smiled at me again. He was gorgeous and sweet and I wanted to call Lisa a liar! What ever had gone on before, clearly he had changed. Even his mother was on his side.

I had to see him again.  Shortly after he left, I left too, hoping to bump into him. But I didn't. When I got home I went upstairs and laid on my bed, closed my eyes and thought about things I couldn't share with my friends. If Lisa or her mother knew what had gone through my mind when I looked at him, neither of them would have spoken to me again. In fact they probably would have told everyone in the pub and nobody would have spoken to me again, not ever.......

I laid on that bed with my legs open and my fingers gently stroking my swollen cunt  as my thoughts flickered back and forth to the gorgeous young man in the bar, who had survived that that wreck of twisted broken metal. I could picture him lying there, still young and beautiful but framed by broken glass with blood staining his white shirt. I wondered, if I took his clothes off, would I find a perfect body or would he have scars? Would he take my hand and suddenly feel self conscious and tell me, don't..not there.. I wanted to hold him naked in my arms while I ran my hands over his body and stroked his silky hair and kissed away his pain. I could picture him in the hospital naked except for a thin white sheet, tubes in every orifice while the machines bleeped and flashed and kept track of his vital signs. In my mind's eye I went over to him and ran my hands over his body, I kissed him and whispered his name....then I drew back the sheet and ran my fingers through his pubic hair, then I gently drew out his catheter and sucked on his cock until it became hard, I worked my mouth up and down the shaft of  it until he pumped hot semen and I swallowed it all, the only sign that I had touched him was the increased rate of his heart monitor and a brief rise in blood pressure....I wanted to fuck him so much. I pressed harder on my swollen clit and the pleasure exploded through my body. I lay back breathing hard, still with his face in my mind.

Later on that evening, I decided to give Lisa a knock. Just to see how things were. Just to see her brother again......

It was only seven o'clock. The summer sky was slowly fading to a pretty pink in the distance.  As I turned into her street I was hit with the heady scent of a dozen gardens in full bloom. The heat was dying but it was still warm enough for me to wear a skimpy lycra top and the shortest denim skirt I owned.. .  I noticed at Lisa's house all the windows were open, from the livingroom I could hear a TV on. Someone was in. I didn't know if it was him, but I kept hoping as I rang the bell.

Shane answered the door. For a moment I struggled to find my words. Lisa. I was here for Lisa. I couldn't say it. Shane wasn't wearing his suit now. He was wearing a pair of cotton boxer shorts, nothing else. His body was lean and muscular and he looked far more powerful than I had imagined.

"Lisa's out."He said. And he was smiling at me, looking at me with those sexy eyes, making it so much easier to talk to him.

"Then I'll just come back  tomorrow - "

He opened the door wider and stepped back.

"Come in."He offered, adding: "She'll be back later, you can wait - but you'll have to come upstairs, mum's asleep on the sofa..don't want to wake her.."

As I followed him into the house and up the stairs I was resisting the urge to burst out in a fit of giggles. This was a dream scenario! Mate's gorgeous brother, wearing next to nothing, invites me in and..it was just so perfect. But that was before I knew the real Shane. I didn't know at the time, but this was too perfect... He led me through to the third bedroom, it was rather small but big enough for his bed, which looked comfortable with big soft pillows and a thick duvet thrown over the top. The duvet had a green cover with tiny, tiny little white daisies on it. I didn't know at that moment that I'd be face down screaming into those daisies very shortly, but it's like I said : I didn't know him at all then.........

He had a single wardrobe against the far wall, beside it was a unit with a stereo and some cds. Bottles of body spray and aftershave stood on the window ledge shaded by a dusty old vase of silk flowers. In the corner there was a laundry basket and a couple of binliners filled with clothes that the wardrobe couldn't accommodate.

"Sorry."He said, "It's a bit of a mess..I've been away a long time.."

And he shut the door behind us. There was a mirror on the back of the door and as he closed the door I swore I saw him glance at me and look away again. It was a slight movement that made me feel uneasy but when he turned to face me he was smiling and I smiled back at him.

I sat down on his bed and he sat beside me.

"Well Chloe, "He said, "I'm sorry I can't offer you a chair..I've got to get this room sorted out, it's such a mess..."He paused, looking closer at me like I was hiding something.

 "Listen, if my sister's said anything about me, don't listen, okay..I was a different person a year ago.."

"She hasn't.."I lied to make him feel better. But he was too smart for me.

"Yes she has I can tell. I promise you I'm a lot different now..did she tell you I was in an accident?"

I nodded. And as he spoke, he suddenly seemed very vulnerable.

"I was in a car crash. I almost died.." I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. "I still have nightmares about it."

"I'm sorry."I said, and I reached out and put my hand over his and squeezed it gently.

"I like you."He said, "You're really kind." And he leaned forward and gently kissed my cheek. His arm was around me now and he was holding me close. Firm and close. I hesitated. There was something about the way he was looking at me, more like his gaze was turning into a stare and it was taking the magic out of the moment. In fact, it was giving me the creeps to say the least. I moved back a little. I knew before his grip tightened that I'd feel resistance.

"Shane.."

He was staring right through me. All his warmth had vanished like it had been sucked out by a vaccuum. There was nothing of the person who had drawn me in, just a blank void.

"I said,"He repeated, "I like you Chloe.."

It felt unreal. I had gone from feeling flirty and lovestruck to absolute fear in a matter of seconds. Everything Lisa had said had been true. "Let go of me...Let go!"

The more I struggled, the tighter his grip became. He forced me down onto the bed and tore my skirt off. I tried to kick out at him but he was pinning me down.

"Let me go Shane..I'll fucking scream if you don't!"

He did it so fast I was too stunned to respond at first. He slapped my face hard, then slapped it again.

"You wake my mum,"He said quietly, "and I'll hit you so hard you won't know where you are..so shut up and be good. "

My face was stinging and I was hurting from the strength of his grip. I laid back and decided that if he was going to rape me I'd rather get through this without injury. It was pointless resisting him and he certainly wouldn't be killing me without a fight and that would wake his mother, so I decided to stop fighting. I was a few years older than him but I had never been in a situation like this and all I could think of was how to survive it. I was trying to rationalise it, I mean, I did find him attractive - not that it helped right now.

He was looking down at me.

"Show me your tits."

I just looked back at him, too afraid to speak in case he disciplined me again. He gave a sigh of frustration, muttered "Oh, for fuck's sake.." and lifted my top up, exposing my bare breasts.

"You've got lovely tits."He said, then sucked hard on each nipple. He bit me and I whimpered.

"Sorry."He said, and kissed my breast.

At that moment I thought I might see a way out.

"Please don't do it like this,"I said gently, "I don't want you to hurt me.."

And I ran my fingers through his hair. As I did so I saw a huge scar that ran around the side of his head, a surgical scar, a legacy from the accident. And he slapped my hand away hard.

"Don't touch me."He said, and it sounded more like a command.

He spread my legs wide and ripped my underwear off - cotton knickers that tore loudly, cutting into my hip as he dragged them off my body. As I lay there he looked at my cunt, pressed his face hard against my pubic mound, breathing in my scent. Then he spread me open as wide as my skin would allow and licked it hard, over and over. I didn't know my labia could stretch that wide, I felt as if the skin would split, but as he licked me my juices started to flow. I didn't want them to, but they did. He was licking and sucking on my stretched open flesh like a hungry animal.

"I knew you would taste good."He murmured, and shoved two fingers into my vagina. It made me gasp, I wasn't expecting it and he did it hard, spreading his fingers apart as he stretched the hole, it was painful and I found myself wishing he would lick me again just to take the edge off the pain.Instead, he took his shorts off. His erection was solid and he looked like he was about to come, as if the swollen head of his big cock was about to burst with spunk. But he wasn't going to end his fun just yet. He rolled me over so I was face down. I felt him spreading the cheeks of my arse wide open. He pushed something soft in there, out and in again. Then I felt his breath and realised he was licking my anus. It didn't hurt. But the next thing he did made me scream. He shoved two fingers in my arse, the same way he had done to my vagina. I'd never been touched there before and the burning, tearing pain made me cry out.

That was when he shoved my face hard into the pillow.

"Shut the fuck up."Was all he said, in a calm and controlled way.

And I was fighting for air with my face pushed into a green sea peppered with daisies while he fingered my arse and I felt like it was tearing. I grabbed a mouthful of air and cried out into the pillow - he pushed my face down hard again, and I realised I had to be quiet if I wanted to have enough air.He pulled me up on all fours, shoved my face back down and forced his cock into my vagina. I was in too much pain from what he had done to my arse to even notice if it was at all pleasurable. He stabbed it in and out, then drew his cock out. He was slightly breathless as I heard him speak again.

"You love it you lying little slut..you're soaking wet.."

And he pushed his cock into my arse. I screamed as the burning pain tore into me and the scream was lost as I was smothered by the pillow. Every stroke in and out of my body cut through me like fire and by the time he shoved it in harder and spurted hot cum up my back passage I was dizzy and the pillow that had stifled me was soaked with my tears.I pulled myself upright. Shane wiped his cock with my torn knickers and threw them back at me. He was calming down now, getting his breath back. His face was slightly flushed. The hardness had gone from his eyes. He handed me my skirt.

"You liked it really I know you did. I know you did.." He was speaking softly, he reached out and stroked my hair, touched my cheek. I was still hurting, my hands were shaking as I put my skirt back on.

"I just want to go."

As I reached the door, he put his arm out and barred my way. But his voice was still soft.

"You didn't come here to see my sister. You came for me, I know you did..and I do like you, Chloe..you're special..."That vulnerable look was back in his eyes, as he said: "But I like it a certain way..I've been worse since the accident..it's the way I need it..I have to..I can't help it.."

And he drew me into his arms and held me. I was still trying to make sense of it all. He had raped me, yet when his tongue was between my legs I had enjoyed it and looking at him now I found it hard to believe he was the same man who had just done those things to me. He pressed his face against my hair and whispered in my ear : "In a little while I'm going to come and see you..not yet, but soon. In a couple of week's time.." His hand crept up my skirt and he tangled his fingers in my pubic hair.

"..and you're going to be waiting for me with all this - " He pulled on the hair, "shaved right off..I want it nice and smooth or I'll shave it for you and you don't want me to do that because I can be a bit clumsy with a razor...understand?"

I nodded. He let go of my pubic hair, but he still held on to me.

"And don't worry about that tight little arse of your's..I'll sort that out for you properly next time...now go.." he opened the door and I walked straight out and down the stairs. As we reached the hallway, Ellen called out:

"You there, son?"

"Just a minute.."Shane answered, "I'm making a cup of tea..do you want one?"

And he smiled at me as he opened the door.

"I'll see you soon.."

 I'll see you in hell I thought, and hurried down the path and away from the house. When I got home I ran a bath and sat in the cool water until the stinging subsided. All the while I was trying to analyse how I felt. I did feel violated, but not in a terrible way..as I started to bathe myself I recalled his tongue down there, licking everything..it had been nice. And what he said about shaving..I had never done that before. I looked down at the dark curls between my legs and felt a thrill as I wondered how it would feel to be smooth and bare...then I felt my anus. It was bruised and swollen tight shut, painful to the touch. I stayed in the water till the pain ebbed away and decided to keep out of the pub and away from Lisa's brother.

 

PART TWO

 

As the days passed I decided to push the events of that evening to the back of my mind and try and forget. But I couldn't. Two weeks passed. I didn't hear from Shane and he didn't turn up like he said he would. In a way I was relieved. Then I started to get curious. I kept thinking about him, about what happened. Eventually I masturbated and when I came I thought about my legs wide open, my shaved cunt stretched wide as he licked and sucked me until I was red and swollen. I still wanted him. I knew it. I couldn't explain it, but I couldn't deny it, either. And so I picked up the phone and called his house.

Lisa answered it.

"Is your brother there?" I hadn't meant to sound so urgent. But Lisa didn't pick up on it.

"No, Shane's in hospital..you came round to see him a couple of weeks ago didn't you..is that why you've kept away? I don't mind if you want to see him, just remember he's a bit of an arsehole.."

Lisa's attitude had changed towards him all of a sudden and it alarmed me.

"Why is he in hospital? Is he okay?"

She gave a heavy sigh.

"Yeah, he's going to be alright now..he started getting these really bad headaches and he had a fit...the hospital said he had a complication from his head injury, he had to have another operation but he's not in danger, he's okay..well, he will be. I'm going up to see him this afternoon, you can come with me if you want to.."

I was surprised at the power of her words. I was blinking back tears and trying not to let on how upset I was. It was one thing getting aroused over what had been and gone, but this was here and real and I didn't want him to suffer.

"I'll come with you."I told her.

    I knew I shouldn't encourage the way he behaved, but I wanted him to feel better. So I wore the denim mini skirt I'd worn the day he forced himself on me. I still hadn't repaired a small tear in the waist where he had ripped it off me. I hoped it would bring back fond memories for him. It was strange, but those memories were starting to become fond to me now. Shane dominating me, forcing me to do things that hurt but in an exquisitely nice way. When we got to the hospital I felt upset again on seeing him, he was lying in a bed by the window with a drip in his arm and half his head was shaved, the old scar had been opened up again and was held together with painful looking stitches. His eyes were closed and he was in a light sleep. Lisa gave his hand a squeeze.

"Shane.."

He opened his eyes and looked at her, wincing in pain as he turned his head a little.

"Alright, sis.."

"Chloe's here to see you."

I noticed he woke up more when she said that. He blinked and looked at me.

"Hello gorgeous..it's good to see you.."

He sounded so weak but the way he spoke to me made me glow. I instinctively reached forward and gave him a gentle hug. As I let go of him I saw his eyes had misted up a little.

"I looked better last time you saw me.."

"It's okay..I'm just glad you're alright.."

And Lisa got up and laughed.

"I think theres something going on here I'm going to go outside for a while, okay...leave you two lovebirds alone.." And she turned her nose up. "How can anyone fancy my brother.."She joked, and left us alone together.

Shane took hold of my hand. His grip was still firm. Despite his weakened state he was still the same man who had made me do those things..I could see the spark in his eyes.

"When I get out of here, "He promised me, "I'm going to do things to you that you won't believe..I mean that...you understand me, don't you?"

I knew I was in love with him and I let it happen, I let the feeling flow through me and this time I didn't fight it.

"I want you to be my master."I said to him, "I want you to make me do things..and I want it to hurt..."

He squeezed my hand and I saw real warmth in his eyes at last.

"Oh you don't know what that means to me..I knew you was special..come here.."

I leaned forward and he kissed me.

"Sit on the bed."He told me. I obeyed him and he slid his hand up between my legs, ran his finger down the length of my slit.

"You're going to shave it for me...shave it properly  and I'm going to really open your holes up wide...and I'll make you come..you'll come screaming.."

At which point Lisa reappeared and stared at us.

"Stop fingering my mate!" She exclaimed.

Shane drew his hand out from my skirt and went a little bit red.

"I was stroking her thigh.."

All the way home I had to put up with Lisa's comments, although they were said in good humour...How could you fancy my brother..how could you fuck him..he's weird.. I simply replied, "Because I like him."

Shane came out of hospital a week later but stayed at home and rested on doctor's orders. He phoned me every day but told me, don't come round just yet, cos if I see you, I'll have to fuck you and I need to rest for now.. the next three weeks were an agony of frustration. Then he suddenly called me.

"It's Shane."Was all he said, "I'm coming to see you tonight..make sure you're ready.." And he hung up. I went straight upstairs to the bathroom and ran a bath, then I soaked in it for a while and finally gathered up the courage to shave between my legs. I tried running the razor through my soapy pubic hair but the razor became blocked. I got out of the bath and took a pair of nail scissors from the bathroom cabinet and sat on the edge of the bath with my legs apart and carefully cut off my pubic hair. By the time I had finished doing that I was swollen up and it took a while to shave everything because the razor kept slipping and I didn't want to cut myself. When I had finished I changed into a sheer white corset and black stilettos. I left the underwear off. All I had to do was look between my legs and I got a tingle of excitement seeing it all bare with the middle pink and swollen. It felt so fresh and sensitive and it looked so beautiful.

When he knocked on the door I answered it in just the corset and the shoes. Shane looked well again, he had shaved his head and the short crop just covered his recent scars. It suited him. He was wearing jeans and a black t shirt and he was carrying a small holdall. He looked me up and down and stepped inside and closed the door. He drew me into his arms and whispered, "I'm not always the big bad wolf..you look beautiful..now go upstairs.."

I went upstairs to the bedroom and laid on the bed with my legs open. He sat down with the bag beside him and spread me wide, licked me hard and I thrust up against his face. He stopped licking me.

"No.no.."He said softly, "You're not allowed to come yet.." And he rested his hand on my hairless mound.

"I love you, Chloe."He said, "Do you feel the same way? I'm asking because I think we could be happy together and I'd like us to be together..but there's some things I need to do to you first..and once they're done I can't undo them.."

I didn't care what they were.

"Of course I love you."I said, and that was all he needed. He lay on the bed with me and drew me into a tight embrace.

"You won't be sorry.."He whispered, toying with a lock of my shoulder length hair. That look was back in his eyes, staring like he was staring at me but seeing something else.

"I need you to obey me."He told me, "I need you to do everything I ask..some of it might upset you. Some of it might hurt..but I'll always make it alright...understand?"

I nodded. He glanced at the four posts on my bed. I'm going to tie you up now, okay?"

I nodded again, feeling completely at his mercy as he got black silk ribbon out of his bag and tied my hands, then spread my legs wider and tied my ankles. I had never felt so open or so helpless. He looked at me, then as an afterthought took a scarf from my wardrobe and gagged me with it.

"You might scream."He told me.

I could only lay there and watch as he took a tube of lubricant from the bag. He covered his hand with it. As he did so that look was back in his eyes. He sat down between my open legs and pushed two fingers in slowly, then out again.

"Does it hurt?"

I shook my head.

His gaze was concentrated on my cunt.

"It will in a minute.."He promised me.

He pushed his fingers in again, and out, and back in, each time I felt like I was stretching and filling up like the entrance to my vagina would tear. I felt a pressure and a sharp pain and I moaned into the gag. I was sure my vagina was tearing.

"Look.."He said, "Look how much you can take.."

I lifted my head and stared, understanding now why I felt so wide open. He had forced his fist into me, he was twisting it round and round and my vagina was stretched wider than I thought it could ever go.

I tried to cry out, if he had touched my clit at that moment I would have come, but instead he slowly drew his hand out of my body. He watched as my vagina began to close up - not as tightly as before - and then he stroked my leg.

"Im going to untie you but you mustn't touch yourself." He said that sharply. I was aching to come but I knew he would punish me if I disobeyed him. He united my wrists and ankles and took my gag off.  As I sat up he sat beside me, looked into my eyes.

"Are you glad I did that to you?"

"Yes.." I knew now that I could not have it any other way; I wanted to please him, I wanted him to use me. My vagina was aching but I wanted more.

"I'm going to do the same to your arse."He told me, "I'm really going to open it up. Then you can take my cock whenever I want you to..but once Ive done this you won't be the same..it's going to hurt a lot and you'll be stretched and it won't close up so tight any more.."

I hesitated. I didn't like the idea that he could be doing something to hurt me like that.

"Will it damage me?"

"No,"He said, "It will change you, not damage you but it will hurt a lot."

I wanted to please him. I wanted to take his cock whenever he ordered me to. I wanted him to do it to me.

"Then do it.."I said, "Please.." And I found I was aching for it. I actually wanted this, I wanted it badly. But he had ideas of his own. Ideas I hadn't even imagined. He still had the power to shock me.

"Not yet."He said, "I will do it, but I need to do something else to you first.."

A shiver of excitement ran through my body like electricity but at the same time I felt that sense of dread. He was set on doing whatever it was, I could tell by the look in his eyes.

"You want to do as I say."He told me, "don't you?"

I nodded.

"You're going to do this for me...if you want me to be your master you have to do as I say..you have to look how I want you to look... I'm going to do something to you and I'm doing it because I want you to and because it will prove you love me and you really do serve me..if you try and resist I'll force you I'll hold you down and do it anyway.."

Whatever he was planning, I had no say. He was looking at me like that first time in his bedroom.

And then he told me what it was. And I could only stare at him speechless.

Shane looked into my eyes and ran his hand over my long hair.

"I want you to mirror me."He said, "I want us to look the same..I'm going to cut off your hair. All of it. I'll let you grow it back but I really want to do this..I'm going to shave your head as well."

I was too stunned to speak. He was taking a battery shaver out of his bag. He switched it on and swept back my hair, then began to run it up my head. Handfuls of hair began to fall in my lap. I blinked back tears as the shaver buzzed through my hair but I made no effort to stop him. A part of me was actually enjoying this total domination, and as he slowly shaved me it dawned on me that I was starting to feel aroused, cutting my hair off didn't hurt and although I knew it would affect my appearance, it would grow back. I had, whilst shaving between my legs, for a fleeting moment wondered how I would feel if I'd shaved off every hair on my body, and it had given me a brief bizarre thrill. Now I was finding out for myself and it didn't scare me.  He switched the razor off.  I stared at the hair all over the bedroom carpet - my hair..my beautiful hair was gone....I stared down at it dumbly for a moment, it was still sinking in. My head felt cold and bare. I reached up and touched it.  Shane took my hand and led me into the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the bath while he rubbed in the shaving foam. I felt no resistance now, all that remained to be taken was a tiny bit of stubble, and I wasn't going to make a fuss over that. I was actually wanting to see this through now. He took his time with the razor, carefully, gently scraping every inch of my scalp. Then he dried me and stood me in front of the mirror. I stared at the reflection, me, with no hair, just a smooth, bald head. I had felt like bursting into tears as he cut it off, but now it was gone it seemed pointless. In fact I was fascinated with my new appearance. I stroked my head. It felt warm and smooth. I missed my hair but I could accept it..but all the same

it  was still a shock to see myself with no hair. I found it strangely arousing at the same time. Shane was staring at me like I was his work of art.

"I'm going to fucking marry you."He stated.

Looking at myself in the mirror I knew there was no going back, I didn't want to go back.

"Then finish your work master.."I begged him.

He pushed me down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth.

"Suck it ..."He commanded.

As I sucked him he was looking down at me, at what he had done to me and he could see I was loving it. He shoved it in harder and gave a gasp as he cum fast down my throat. Then he was dragging me back to my feet, taking me into the bedroom again. My gaze briefly wandered to the long brown hair on my floor but then I didn't care; this was a new life now and I wanted all he could give me.

"Get on all fours and keep your mouth on that pillow."He ordered.

I obeyed him, burying my face in the pillow and holding onto it tightly.

There was a brief pause as he put more lubricant on his hand - a lot of lubricant. Then he slid two fingers into my anus. He buried them deep , twisting his fingers around, drawing them out and then plunging in three, then four, then pain started to ache in a dull and constant sensation as I felt the hole being forced wider. He did it slowly, very slowly, then I felt a vague hot tearing sensation. I moaned into the pillow, the pain flowed back and I cried out again. I felt as if my arse was full and the hole was being ripped, but between my legs my clit felt so engorged it almost seemed too heavy, hanging down as my juices mingled with the lubricant and made my thighs soaking wet. He was twisting his fist around and around, stretching me so wide. I moaned loudly and he paused, keeping his hand there and as he kept it there I felt as if the whole of my back passage just broke open. I gave a gasp.

"I'm properly in you now."He told me, "Your rectum's just given in to me..given in to my fist.."

And he slowly drew his hand out, inch by inch. He held my arse open and watched as the gaping hole dilated. Then he put his cock inside. I was so stretched it slipped out, he pushed it back in and buried it deeper, fucking me brutally. Every time he hit me deep inside I felt closer to orgasm.

"You're mine now.."He gasped as he fucked me, "You're mine.."

And I reached between my legs and my shaking hand fumbled in my swollen, slippery cunt. I found my clitoris hugely engorged and throbbing, as he pounded into me I rubbed it so gently and screamed with sweet release as I came with my master's cock in my arse.

 And that was the way it stayed. Shane moved in and we began a life together. A life where he ruled me and I loved every moment of it. Three weeks after we got together we went round to his mum's house to see Lisa. As we sat together on the sofa, she stared at us, I was'nt sure if she was staring at my close cropped hair that was just starting to grow back or if she was just surprised to see her brother so happy.

"What have you two been up to?" She remarked.

Shane wrapped his arm around my shoulder and said : "The usual, nothing much..."

And she looked again at us, wondering about things that she could never guess at and never know. And then I think maybe it crossed her mind that perhaps she decided she didn't want to know.

She got up.

"Right, then, "She said, "I think I'll make some tea.."

And as she left the room, Shane whispered in my ear that I was in trouble tonight and I felt a thrill run through my body. I was lucky to have a master who enjoyed using me the way he did. It was my birthday soon and he had promised me something special, I was going to have my clitoris pierced. And my inner and outer labia. And he was going to watch. He said it would be healed up in six weeks time, just right for our wedding. I welcome the life he gave me, every day is lit with such passion that I can never regret my decision - it would be too late to regret it now anyway ; he cut off my hair and stretched both my holes so wide they will never be the same again but at least I can accommodate him when ever he pleases. And sometimes, when he wants to reward me, he indulges my fetish and tells me all about his accident, even though the memory is painful, and then I kiss him all better with my tongue up his arse and he thanks me for it. I shall love him forever. I'm glad I fell for my rapist!

 

The End

 

 

 

BIG BAD WOLF 2

THE ULTIMATE SUBMISSION

 

Chloe must serve her Master even though his wishes alarm her. Shane is her all powerful all dominant Master, and then a fellow submissive comes to play, and she has no idea of the impact Johnny Poppers will have on her future...

        Story codes:
        M/f, M+/m, modification, voyeurism, B/D, S/M, hair, slavery, bondage, documentary, reluctant, torture, Extreme, Heavy, Serious, Hardcore, violent

 

 

I had been married to Shane for two weeks and I still had no regrets. Lisa loved me as a friend all the more, because I was the one who had removed the bane of her life from her household and she now had the peace and quiet she craved - and whatever else it was that she couldn't stand about her brother no longer bothered her. She often called, chatted on the phone, but seldom came round the house. Shane was still out of work and I didn't push him over this issue, the last time I had pushed him he had gone silent on me and walked out of the house and not come back for three days. I'd worried and called his mobile and got no answer. When he came back all he said was he had been with a friend. I knew he was faithful to me, for one thing no other woman would want to live the way we did, unless she was very rare and besides he had promised me that he loved me and I knew his words were true. He promised me I'd get to meet his friend, who he said he had known since school.

He had also promised he would arrange for me to have some intimate piercings but he hadn't arranged it yet. In  a way I was relieved because although the idea thrilled me I was a little scared, sometimes at night when he was sleeping I would slide my fingers down and stroke my bare cunt and wonder how it would feel when the needle went through. I had masturbated over it and when I came  saw the needle sliding through my skin but I couldn't imagine the level of pain. After our first time together, the day I had let him change me so much, I had quickly got used to the fisting, and found if his hand was in my arse up to the knuckles and the hole was stretched wide enough I could come hard and the pain of the stretching as I orgasmed and throbbed was amazingly exquisite. I had noticed the only downside to this new activity was I was a little incontinent and sometimes if I needed the toilet urgently I would stain my underwear, because my rectum was stretched now it didn't close as tightly as it used to. But it was painless and comfortable and what he had done to me was our special secret. I did not regret it. I had never known pleasure like he had shown me.And when he was having one of his softer moments he would hold me and embrace me and we would be like any other couple. Our common bond was love, but my servitude was our most precious of bonds. It was sacred and I welcomed everything he did to me because he was my master. Summer had faded now into autumn and one morning I was sitting at the dressing table, putting on some makeup and he came up behind me and kissed my neck.

"You know my friend,"He said, "The one I stayed with..well he's coming over to us on friday night.."

And his hand slid between my legs, up my skirt and he gently pinched the lips of my cunt.

"He's my best mate..his name's John..."And he added:"He's the one who's going to make some holes.."He squeezed my cunt, "down here.."

I felt a thrill run through me. It was mixed with fear and there was a part of me that didn't want to do it because I only wanted my master to touch me. But recently we had a conversation about how he wanted to watch someone else fuck me and use my body. When I had said I didn't want to, he had fixed me with the hard stare that often went with one of his black moods and he stated, "You're mine. You gave yourself to me. Your body belongs to me, you obey me..." And I had seen the anger brewing up, he wanted this more than anything and because I did not want to damage my bond of service to my master I agreed to do it. One day, I'd said, but he had decided that day was coming sooner than I thought. I looked back at his image reflected in the mirror behind me. I nodded. His expression softened and he kissed my cheek.

"Thank you. I promise you Chloe you won't be sorry you did this.."

He was stroking my short, cropped hair. He had  decided I could grow it back and now it was a couple of inches long, soft and feathery around my face. The day he had shaved off all my hair had been a turning point for me, I had let him shave my head bald and the act of allowing him to do it and accepting it had been special, but I had missed my hair, I knew it would take a long time to grow back to the length it had been before, but at least I wasn't bald now. He had said, you can grow it back for now.. and that had been a while ago, so I hoped he would stick to his decision, but I wasn't going to ask because I got a thrill from the way he decided on such drastic things. And just as I was thinking that, Shane said:

"By the way I won't do it to you till friday night, but I'm shaving you bald again. And I'll keep you that way until I decide otherwise.." He was looking at me with that intense expression again. Friday night would be a night I'd never forget, I knew it. I did'nt want him to shave my head again, but a part of me knew when I submitted to that I would get a thrill even though I would have no hair all over again. And what his friend was going to do between my legs...fear and arousal was a potent cocktail.

"What do you say?"He asked me softly.

"Thank you Master."I replied.

He kissed me softly on the lips and I saw love in his eyes.

"Good girl."He said to me.

The next few days went by and as it came closer to friday the anticipation was building in me along with a sense of dread - I had never met John. I couldn't picture what he looked like, only that he was the one who was going to make holes in my cunt and it would never look the same again. I wished it was over and healed so I could put my hand down there and feel the coldness of the piercings hard against my warm flesh.

On friday morning Shane went round to see his mum and he asked me to come along. As she chatted about her week and talked about normal things she had no idea how I was feeling. I was nervous, I was tense, a little afraid. I was also aroused.

"So,"Ellen said finally, "What are you up to this weekend? Anything nice?"

And I was squirming on the chair with all my secrets aching to burst out, like the tender flesh between my legs that was wet and swollen. If I thought about it too much I knew I'd have to go in the bathroom and relieve myself quickly and quietly.

"Not much."Shane replied, "John's coming over we'll have a few beers with him.."

"I like John,"Ellen said, "He always was a nice boy when you was at school..what's he doing now?"

"This and that,"He replied, "He still sells his paintings. And he does body piercing as well.. "

Now I was wondering exactly what John was like. Ellen liked him. He was artistic and sounded nothing like I had imagined. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to allow him to use me. I hoped I was right.

As she chattered on I heard the front door and minutes later Lisa came in.

"Hi,"She said, gave Shane a glance and went into the kitchen.

Shane got up.

"I'm going to put the kettle on - "He smiled at me.

"And you can do the rest."

And he left the room.

Ellen was looking happier than I'd seen her in ages.

"You've made such a difference to my son, Chloe. I know he gets his moods but hes so much calmer since you met him..."

And I laughed and thought, if only she knew.. Ellen lowered her voice.

"Does Shane still get those headaches?"

I nodded. Shane had suffered painful headaches that made him feel dizzy and sick, they came and went and had done since his second operation and he was waiting again for an appointment to go back to his specialist. We were both dreading it, the car accident had caused a lot of damage, some of which the surgeon said may not come out straight away. Ellen had told me that since the accident her son had become more intense and obsessive than before, his dark moods had grown darker and  until I came along she had wondered what would become of him. When he had collapsed the doctors had blamed scar tissue and operated again, but recently his headaches had become worse and only a week ago he had suffered a blackout that he couldn't account for. I had told him he needed to go to hospital but Shane being Shane he brushed it off and said it was nothing. It scared me. I was afraid of losing him. He carried on going to the pub, drinking like there was nothing wrong. Outside of our sexual relationship we had an equal balance, when I had told him to see a doctor he had been sitting down on the sofa watching TV and he just glanced up and said, "Alright, later..let me watch the match..and I'll come and punish you in a minute.."

"I worry about him sometimes."Ellen confided.

"I know."Was all I said. I got up and went to the kitchen.

The kettle was on and Shane was leaning against the kitchen worktop and Lisa was across the other side of the kitchen, looking at him like they were about to have a big arguement.

"what's wrong?"I asked her.

Shane was looking at her intently.

"Something you want to say?"He demanded, "To my face, or to..hers...."

Lisa seemed stuck for words. She was trembling slightly, stuck like a rabbit in car headlights.

Shane glared at her, and in that moment I felt a thrill as I saw the dark side of him creeping out. He was turning into Master in front of his family and he didn't even know it. But Lisa seemed to recognise him in this kind of mode.

"I didn't say anything, Shane.."

His eyes were boring into her like lasers the way they did when he took utter control and for a moment I could picture him looking at me like that while his friend put the needle in.

"Well...I'm waiting.."

Lisa was standing with her arms tightly folded, as if she was scared he might..what, I didn't know, just that she was very wary.

The look he was giving her seemed enough, as if he could make her speak with an invisible power.

"I just said I thought you've changed a bit since you got together with Shane, Chloe.. that's all.."

He drew in a breath and his eyes blazed.

"AND THE FUCKING REST!"He raged.

Lisa blinked back tears.

"And I said it was weird that you cut your hair off..sorry..I didn't mean anything by it.."

Shane was still fuming. I wondered if perhaps her remark had touched a nerve and he felt like our secrets were being somehow exposed to criticism, which he clearly wouldn't take.

"Did I make you cut your hair off?"He demanded.

I shook my head.

"I felt like a drastic change."I told her, and in a way it was true.

"See? SEE? I didn't make her do anything, sis..!"

Lisa glared at him.

"You're still a FUCKING WEIRDO!"She shouted.

Shane's temper was beyond control. He reached up with an iron grip and grabbed her by the face, shoved her up against the kitchen wall, pinning her there while she stared back at him with her cheeks squashed up like a frightened goldfish.

"Call me what you like.."He fumed. Then he lowered his voice into a menacing tone: "But I'm still the big bad brother.. big bad wolf.. don't fuck about with my world.." and he let her go. Lisa slumped down like a broken doll, sobbing her heart out. I stood there too stunned to speak. I knew they'd fought in the past but I'd never imagined anything like this. Shane was glaring at me.

"HOME....now !" He commanded.

I turned to follow him out.

Ellen was standing in the doorway. One look from his mother and his temper simmered down to that of a child who had been done an injustice.

"She started it.." He said, "Your perfect daughter!"

Ellen glared back at him.

"No, son..you did this..what's going on?"

"Nothing!" He protested, "It was her..HER! It's HER FAULT NOT MINE!"

He was getting worked up and the temper was going right out of him, he was acting now like a child who was in trouble and it was bizarre to see my master in this situation.

His mother leaned closer and her voice lowered to a warning tone:

"You touch her again and you see what I do.."

Shane was simmering down.

"Sorry mum..I mean it, I'm sorry, okay?"

Ellen glanced over at Lisa, who was pale and shaking and tearful.

"I'm more concerned with her..get out, Shane..I've got fuck all to say to you!"

Shane glanced at Lisa, then back to his mother. The apology was heartfelt, but only to Ellen.

"I'm sorry.." He glanced at me. "Home." he repeated, seemingly unconcerned he had just commanded me like a servant in front of his family. It worried me but at the same time his masterful ways emphasised his power and I liked that.

As I followed him out, I heard Ellen say to Lisa, "What does he mean, perfect daughter?"

And Lisa said tearfully, "Nothing, mum..nothing at all.."

Shane's black mood lasted all the way home. When we got back he closed the front door with a heavy slam and glanced at me and said, "I might not do it tonight..she's really pissed me off..what right does she have to tell me how to run my life?"

He was looking at me like I had all the answers. I shook my head.

"She does'nt understand, Master.." And I stroked his face.

Shane closed his eyes and leaned gently against my hand, finding solace in the touch of his servant. Then, as instantly as he had sunk into the dark mood, he snapped out of it. He looked at me with new strength as if my words had breathed new life into him.

"I'm going down the pub to meet John."He told me, "I'll be back in a couple of hours..say around eight..be ready..just be naked.."

As he closed the door behind him it seemed to reverberate as it shut, emphasising the fact that I was alone in the house. I had two hours to wait. Anxiety twisted at my gut but a tingle of deep, longing excitement was making me swell up between my legs. I went upstairs and had a bath, shaved myself twice to make sure there was no trace of hair between my legs. Then I stood in front of the mirror and looked between my legs at the smooth, unmarked slit. It would never look the same after tonight. The labia piercings did not seem too worrying, but he wanted to put one through my clitoris as well and that was the one that I feared the most. I wanted to masturbate, partly out of the erotic anticipation, partly because I knew it would be the last time before I was altered down there forever. But I held back. I wanted all the pleasure I could feel later on, before the pain of the piercings came out. The phone rang a little while later. And my nerves twisted in my gut like snakes while my cunt tingled.

"I'll be back in half an hour."Shane told me, "Be ready or I'll beat you...and I want you bald. You are going to shave your head for me, right now.."

And he hung up.

He wanted me to do it to myself, for him... I didn't want to cut off the hair that had grown back. I wanted to keep it. But Master had commanded...I went upstairs into the bathroom and switched on the battery shaver. As the blade buzzed close to my hair line I hesitated, eyes focussed on the silky regrowth that had taken so long.

And then I slid the razor through my hair. Master had told me to. I ran it all over my head, caught most of the hair in the sink. I reshaved it to take off the last remaining wisps and then I gathered up my hair and threw it in the waste bin, before running some warm water and soaping my head. I took my time, standing in front of the mirror, inch by inch scraping the blade over my scalp. I was'nt reluctant now, just concentrating on making sure my head was bare and smooth and my master was pleased.

When I finished I cleaned the sink and stripped completely naked, then sat downstairs in the livingroom, bare and naked and waiting for my master to return. The minutes seemed like hours as I waited in anticipation.

I heard the key turn in the door just after eight o'clock. He came through to the livingroom and his friend followed him a couple of moments later. Shane smiled at his friend and then looked at me as he introduced him.

"This is John.."

And I smiled. With a flicker of alarm I realised I was making a terrible betrayal of Shane; I hadn't expected the way I would feel about John. He was stunningly handsome, with a wicked gleam in his eyes and a dazzling smile. He was a little smaller than Shane but built athletically and his arms were adorned with so many tattoos I could'nt distinguish them all separately. Something at the back of my mind was wishing I'd met him first. I fought against it. Now I wanted the needles to hurt for even thinking such a thing. John was looking at me, fascinated by my appearance.

"Actually, "he confided, "My good friends call me Johnny..Johnny Poppers.."

Shane had disappeared upstairs. Johnny sat down beside me on the sofa and studied my appearance.

"Did you really want to shave your hair off?"

I nodded.

"And do you want me to pierce you?"He lowered his voice, "Cos I know Shane can be a bit extreme.."

"I want this." I'd surprised myself there. Yes, I did want this now.

"And are you totally okay with me touching you, I mean fucking you?"

He didn't have to ask, he was so attractive I would have wanted him anyway, as much as I didn't want to admit it.

"Yes, I want you to."

His eyes glittered with a dark excitement.

"I'm glad you said that, because I can be a bit of an animal when I get going.."

Shane returned and as he walked through the door I felt a sting of guilt. I didn't want to be attracted to anyone else.

"You ready for this, Chloe?"He said, "Because it's time.."

  Moments later I was laying back on the sofa, Shane had gagged my mouth and tied my hands behind my back. He had me so my head was back over the arm of the sofa, all I could see was the world up side down and Shane was sitting on the edge of the seat holding my legs apart. He leaned over and as his face appeared above me I could see he had that staring expression that said he was fixed on the task in hand.

"I fucking love you."He stated.

Johnny was sitting the other end of the chair, he was between my open legs and as he spread my cunt open I felt the juice run down and my clitoris throbbed. He was very close now. I felt his breath between my legs.

And as I tried to look up I saw Shane slap him hard round the head. And Johnny said: "Sorry, master..please can I lick her cunt?"

It gave me a jolt....Johnny, his friend, was submissive...to Shane, my husband?

Shane shoved my head back down and all I could see was the wall and the ceiling.

"One lick. That's all you're getting..."

And Johnny licked me, all the way from my arsehole up to my clit and got a mouthful of juice. As his tongue flickered over my clitoris I wanted more but didn't let myself try to cry out. I couldn't let Shane know how I felt. He had already drawn his own conclusion.

"She wants those needles, Johnny.."

I felt him wipe my cunt with something soft. It was cold and it stung. Shane gripped my legs harder.

"Do it."He said to Johnny.

I waited. Johnny was firmly holding one of my cunt lips, then something began to press into my flesh. It stung, then burned and the pain grew sharper. I tried to scream but the gag filled my mouth and my head swam. The pain was fading. Then it started again, the other side, the needle going through again. I tried to scream. I wanted it to stop. I felt him touching my tender flesh, putting something through the raw skin. The needle jabbed at me again, and again and the pain began to shift from unbearable to an even level, it had reached a peak and there was nothing to exceed it. Johnny worked quickly, understanding that I couldn't take much more of this. Finally he moved back a little and I felt him wiping my cunt with something damp and cool. As I recovered my senses Shane let me sit up a little. I still had'nt looked between my legs. Johnny was taking off blood stained surgical gloves.

"Put one through her clit." It was'nt a request, it was an order. I looked at Shane with pleading eyes. I'd had enough.

Johnny's eyes showed a flicker of doubt.

"I think she's had as much as she can stand.."

Shane glared at him, and to my utter shock he showed him his hard on.

"Do you wanna suck this or not?"He demanded.

He cast a glance at me and then back at Shane.

"Can I suck it now Master..I'm begging for it..please..let me.."

Shane grabbed him by the throat, gripping him harder than I'd seen him grab at his sister.

"Do it good you little cocksucking cunt!"He snarled, and forced Johnny's mouth onto his cock.

My cunt was throbbing with pain, but I could only watch as Johnny sucked at Shane's cock like he was starving for it. Then Shane pulled away and Johnny was breaking the seal on the amyl nitrate, breathing deep and deeper still on the open bottle like his life depended on it. "Fuck me..fuck me Master..FUCK ME..."He was begging.

Shane had him on the floor on his knees like a dog, he shoved his cock into Johnny's arse and johnny gave a howl as if he had been pierced by an animal. Shane fucked him hard and fast, pumping into him like all he could think of was the orgasm. When he did come he stabbed it in hard and deep, his body shuddered and he gave a gasp as he throbbed and spunked his load into his best friend. Shane withdrew his cock from Johnny's arse, grabbed Johnny and pulled him to his knees, his dick semi hard now.

"Clean it."

And Johnny obediently obliged, sucking and licking at Shane's cock until it was clean again. Then Johnny fell back on the floor still exhausted and took another deep breath on the poppers. He glanced up at me.

"I'll fuck you in a minute.."He said, "If Master lets me.." Then he sniffed at the poppers again and fell back on the carpet in a fit of giggles. Shane stood over him and looked hard at him.

"You'll fuck her when I say you can."He told him, and spat in his face.

Johnny licked the spit off like it was honey.

"Thank you, Master Shane.."He said.

As this was going on, it was just sinking in that the man I married was bisexual. It didn't bother me, but I just had'nt known until now. Shane untied my gag. I took a deep breath and looked at him.

"How long have you and Johnny.."

"We went to school together. Years. He's always been my cocksucker, haven't you?"

Johnny was still on the poppers and rolling on the carpet laughing.

Shane took the poppers and put the cap on.

"Give him a while and he'll be back on our planet."He said. Then he looked between my legs. So did I. It was the first time I had looked. My labia was pierced four times, two silver rings in each side. They looked beautiful, the tenderness and bruising was yet to come out and I could see a hint of swelling around the holes, a little blood but only a little. Johnny had done a wonderful job.

"Does it hurt?"Shane asked me.

I nodded.

"A bit."

And he leaned down and kissed me.

"Good, I'm glad. Thank you for taking it for me.."

And he got on the sofa, pinning me down with the weight of his body. He was hard again already, and as he slid his cock into me he whispered:"I'm going to fuck you hard..hard on your new little holes..hurt for me, Chloe..hurt.."

Every thrust was a sweet agony as his groin hit against my tender flesh. The pain blurred my mind and as I closed my eyes and opened them again I saw Johnny sitting up on the carpet, watching me get fucked. Shane came inside me and then pulled out.

He was exhausted.

"I'm going to bed."

I went to get up but he pushed me back down and glanced at Johnny then back at me.

"Slaves, "He said, "Sleep downstairs tonight..and no touching.."

An hour went by, with me on the sofa and Johnny on the floor. Shane had gone to bed and as I lay there in the dark with my cunt throbbing I wanted to be in his arms but I knew the game was not over until morning. So Johnny would not be fucking me, not without Master's approval, and Master was satisfied and sleeping now. And I felt a twinge of regret.

"Does it still hurt?" Johnny asked me softly in the darkness.

"A bit..I'm alright."I replied, and closed my eyes.

When I woke up it was early morning, harsh daylight was streaming through the open curtains and Johnny was sitting on the floor taking two painkillers with a glass of water.

"Poppers always fuck me up in the morning."He remarked. He was wearing just his boxer shorts, his clothes were in a messy pile on the floor beside him. He looked between my legs.

"It looks nice."

I looked down. My cunt lips were bruised and swollen but the piercings were clean and the rings looked shiny against my sore flesh. I cautiously touched it. My clit was throbbing and for a moment I wondered how it would have felt if he had pierced that too, but if he had I wouldn't be able to stroke it and I was stroking it, as it throbbed the pain in my lips throbbed in rhythm. It was a sweet agony. Johnny crept over to me.

"Let me.."he said softly.

I stifled a cry of discomfort as he spread my painful labia. Then he clamped his mouth on my cunt and licked me hard, over and over, his tongue dancing on my clitoris like there was nothing he didn't know about cunnilingus. I shoved hard up against his face and moaned as I came, hard and throbbing, my clitoris felt like it was bursting and Johnny's face was soaked in my juice.

"YOU FUCKING SLAGS!" He screamed and I felt a blow to the face that knocked me sideways. Shane punched Johnny and sent him sprawling to the floor and he kicked him hard.

"That's my wife..my fucking wife.."

And Johnny rolled over and got up, grabbed Shane by the shoulders. They were well matched and as Johnny's eyes burned with rage I saw he had a temper to match Shane and Shane knew it.

"You said I could fuck her..I know she's your wife..What? Is it game over now? Is it? You don't fucking say so, do you? "

Shane started to simmer down.

"Sorry, mate..I just didn't feel like it this morning..I wasn't expecting it..I thought you had enough last night..did she come?"

And Johnny laughed.

"What do you think?"

I could see things had simmered down, and I opened my legs, between the little rows of silver rings my cunt was red and swollen and gleaming with juice.

"Happy?"Johnny asked him.

Shane nodded.

And Johnny leaned forward and kissed him, their lips touched and he kissed him lightly at first, then harder as his mouth opened Johnny pushed his tongue inside and they locked in an embrace and kissed deeply, lovingly. When Shane pulled away Johnny said:"I love you, mate.."He cast a brief glance at me too. "Both of you."He added, and I felt my heart lurch.

After Johnny went home I missed him. The only reminder I had of him was my healing piercings that ached, a bit like I ached inside. I didn't even want to admit the truth to myself, but I had fallen for Johnny Poppers and it was something I could never dare to even think about. Time passed and I hoped my memory of him would fade. But more than anything, deep inside I hoped I would see him again some day. When I did it was under circumstances I never could have wanted or imagined.

It was when my worst nightmare came true.

Shane collapsed with searing headaches at the beginning of december. He had ignored them for so long that I had started to think maybe he was right and they were just a part of his condition. But a brain scan confirmed the worst, Shane had suffered a bleed into his brain and the damage was irreversible and irrepairable. He was placed in intensive care and I stayed by his bedside, hoping and praying that a miracle would happen. His mother and sister made visits, Ellen in tears for her son and Lisa just sitting there looking as numb as I felt.

Shane regained some awareness and he recognised me and squeezed my hand.

"I love you."I told him.

"I know."He whispered.

Lisa leaned over him and kissed his cheek. He struggled to speak but she just swept her hand over his hair and said:"You're my brother..it's all okay.."

And he closed his eyes. He stayed like that for a while, then he slipped away. As the monitor flatlined I was looking at him and I was thinking, he is my Master, he is my love and he can come back from this because he is strong. But his breathing had stopped and Lisa was clutching at Ellen as she sobbed for her only son. That was when it hit me; Shane was dead. I backed out of the room, numb and blinded with tears. I turned and began to walk the length of the white corridor, walking just walking, thinking of nothing but my journey to get me where, I didn't know, just to get away from this, to be somewhere, to find it was a dream and what I'd just seen had not happened. I collided with someone. I walked straight into his thick, dark coat that still had snowflakes on it and as he held me steady I looked out the window and saw it was really coming down now. It was freezing. He was speaking. The words sounded muffled at first.

"Chloe,"He said again, "What's happened?"

And his voice earthed me again.

I looked up into his eyes, into Johnny's eyes. And suddenly I could say it, I could feel it and I could let it out.

"Shane's gone. He's dead.."

And everything inside me broke and I crumbled, I crumbled folded into Johnny's arms while I screamed into his coat and shed tears for my lost love.

   A week later we buried him. At the funeral I held Johnny's arm and we both wept for the man we had shared. When the service was over we lingered behind, neither of us wanting to leave his graveside. It was still cold, the snow had turned to ice and I did not want to think about him lying in that box in the cold ground. But the flowers that surrounded the grave gave me some comfort. He had known he was loved.

"I loved him too."Johnny said, "I do understand..and..I love you, too, Chloe..I want you to know that.."

Shane was gone but I would always love him. Even though I knew I had feelings for Johnny, but I saw no way they could ever matter.

"You love me because of me or because of Shane?"

"Both."He replied with absolute sincerety.

His hand closed over mine. I pulled away.

"He was my Master.."

"And mine! But we can try..together.."

I shook my head. I took a handful of frozen earth and dropped it onto Shane's coffin along with a single red rose.

"Goodbye.."I whispered, and turned and walked away, towards the gates of the cemetary.

I heard footsteps behind me.

I stopped and looked back. Johnny was hurrying to catch up with me.

"Listen to me Chloe, I know we've just lost him but he would have let us be together..he would approve..you know that..we can do this.."

As I looked into his eyes, I knew that he was right. But I did not see how two submissives could be together. I had taken on my role of servant to a Master and once in that role I had no idea how to switch to Mistress. Maybe Johnny could be dominant..no, I cancelled that thought as the image flashed to mind of him sucking the shit off my husband's cock..he could never dominate. If anyone changed, it would have to be me. I did not know if this could be done.

We caught up with the others and went back to the house for the wake. Lisa was very tearful and so were some of Shane's friends, but when Johnny went out to get some cigarettes, Ellen remarked quietly to me: "He's a nice boy, that John..always has been, but a bit funny..Once when they were schoolboys I went upstairs to give Shane his tea and I thought they were on the playstation, but John was on the floor on his hands and knees and Shane..well, he was just standing there..in his boxer shorts.." And she shook her head in confusion. "I never did understand either of them.." And I surpressed a smile, understanding far more than Ellen ever could about her late son.

Later, Johnny came home with me. I was glad of the company.

We sat down together in front of the fire, together on the rug and Johnny told me what he was like.

"I can't be masterful, I'm not a master, Chloe.. I'm only hard when I'm a worthless piece of shit and Im treated like a worthless piece of shit..I like to be abused. Beaten. Slapped. Kicked. It makes my dick hard. That's me and I can't change."

"Then I will." I told him, "I'll try. For you. For us.."And as I said it, I hoped that I could draw upon all my Master had taught me, then it would be as if whatever remained of his lifeblood, his touch on my skin, the sting of his harshness on my flesh, even the fluids that had mingled between our bodies, could somehow have infused me with his very essence. In me, he could live on, with me as the dominator....it was a huge mountain to climb.

Johnny leaned forward and kissed my lips.

"I want to worship you.."He whispered.

I laid back on the carpet and he rollled on top of me, shoved his cock in me and thrust hard.

"Call me names..please. Chloe..make me cum.."

He was pumping away on top of me, desperate for the trigger. I dug my nails into his flesh and raked them down his back, feeling the skin scratch as my talons bit deeper.

"You're a worthless piece of shit..do your job and fuck me..fuck your mistress and I'll beat you for for it.."

He fucked me harder.

"Beat the shit out of me.."

"I'll beat you till you scream.."

Johnny cried out and shoved it in again, coming hard inside me.

Then he looked into my eyes.

"Please. Beat me, I deserve it..you have to, you're my master's wife..punish me.."

He was pleading so pathetically I stood up and kicked him the way I'd seen Shane kick him. He rolled into a ball and groaned.

"Harder..I deserve it.."

I blinked back tears. Johnny was so sweet. He was the last person I wanted to harm. But he needed it. And if this was going to work...I thought of Shane. I drew on his strength.

I kicked him again, twice, then as he got up on his knees I slapped his face as hard as I could.

Blood ran from his lip.

"Thank you.."He said, and wrapped his arms around my legs.

"I looked down at him and wondered if I had the strength to make this drastic change. But I knew if I could it would work, we would work. And a part of me wanted Shane to live on in my dominance and sadism. I had much to change and much to learn.

I stroked Johnny's head as he fawned at my feet like a loving pet.

"Good boy,"I said, "Mistress is pleased.."

 

 

End of Part Two

 

Coming soon Big Bad Wolf part three The Birth of Dominatrix