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I don’t know how long I was out of it, but I know that when I awoke I was lying on the wet bed, and I know I was tied hand and foot, as I had tied her. Had she tied me? Who lifted me? Was this how the police were gonna deal with me? Not enough evidence, so torture me?
I admit it, when I awoke I panicked, and try as I might, I couldn’t stop the tears, and fears.
This was not what I had planned, and I was stunned and confused.
I looked around me. She was standing there, dressed in my favorite t-shirt. Maybe if I apologized to her she might let me go?
“I’m sorry if I hurt you lady. I won’t do it anymore, honest.” I said as sweetly as I could, hoping she might feel some guilt. Christ, my whole body hurt. What did she do to me? If I could just get her off guard, then maybe I could really hurt her.
She slapped my face. The fucking cow actually slapped my face. Fuck her, she was dead meat as soon as I got a chance. I roared every bad word I knew at her.
“Listen up, fucker,” she said, “I couldn’t care less how . . . Peter feels. I feel violated, and I won’t take any more shit from you. Got it?” and she slapped me again. I wanted to hurt her so much, and I started screaming at her. I wasn’t about to let her know she had me in a bind, no sir, I was gonna stay in total control of this little slut.
“Where’s the phone?” she then asked me. Ha, let her look. There was no way she was ever gonna find it. I was always smart, and I always prided myself for the brilliant idea I had for hiding the phone, in case this very event occurred. No one would ever find the phone, unless I told them, and I knew how to stay quiet, forever!
I could take any bullshit she cared to dish out. Whoever heard of any woman having the guts to be really violent? This one would soon know how stupid her efforts where soon enough, and be begging me, in no time flat. I was stronger than any dumb cunt!
Her fist flew out and hit me, straight on the jaw, and I had no choice but to turn my head. Not from the pain, but because of the strength of her punch.
“I won’t ask again, you little turd. Tell me now where I can find the phone, or I’ll really hurt you.”
Fuck her, lol. She stood there looking stupidly at me, waiting. Well let her wait. I had all day.
“Where have you hidden the phone. I know you have one, I heard it, and you will tell me. Or I will hurt you very badly.”
Who was she fooling. I wanted to spit in her face, but decided to just lie there, and be patient. “Fuck you!” I silently thought to myself.
She was feisty alright, lol. She looked at my cock, and spat on me. I showed her no fear though, but I knew she was gonna die a slow and torturous death, the minute I released myself.
Her eyes never left my beautiful cock, and I knew she wanted it, lol. Typical, stupid, dumb whore, always thinking with her cunt, lol.
“I told you I would hurt you. I gave you your chance, shitter, which is better than you gave me. Too late now. Prepare to feel pain, fuckwit!” she then said slowly.
Was she trying to frighten me, lol? Let her try.
Then she turned around, bent over, and seemed to pick something up from the floor. What the . . . ?
Fucking hell, the dumb cunt had found my special clothes pegs, and had clamped them on my tits. Ouch! But I wasn’t about to let her know she hurt me. I was stronger than she was, anyway, so I gritted my teeth, and smiled at her.
“Don’t bother speaking, asshole, I’m not gonna listen to anything you say,” she then said. “I’m gonna be too busy hurting you to listen now. You had your chance,” and she spat on me again, on my face. The shitty little tramp, I thought. Prepare to die, you cunt!
Then she slapped me on the cock. Fucking hell, that hurt. Oh shit, that more than hurt.
“Are you having fun yet, shit-for-brains?” she asked, with a sadistic look in her eye.
Yowww. This time she punched me in the balls. It hurt, it fucking hurt, and she knew it hurt. And then she punched me again. Now that wasn’t fair. Rules, cunt, play by the rules. She wasn’t playing by the rules any more. She punched me again, and I know I cried out in pain. What real man wouldn’t? The little bitch was definitely gonna get hurt soon. Then she must have hit me 4 or 5 more times, direct hits to my balls. No man can stand that, and I think I fainted.
I know I felt her throw some water on me, and I know she was laughing loudly, when I seemed to revive. What the fuck had I ever done to her to deserve this torture, I ask you?
As I saw her raise her hand to strike me again, I decided enough was enough, and I signaled her, firmly, with my eyes. STOP, my eyes said. She got the message, and dropped her hand. Good. Enough was enough. It was now times for me to take control again, She had had her little game, but her fun was now over. I was back in charge!
But obviously she didn’t heed my message to her, or was just plain dumb, because she then yanked on those tittie clamps she had put on me. Son of a bitch, that fucking hurt, I can tell you. I was certainly getting more than mad at her now.
Then she left the room. Good riddance to her. I would just lie here for a while, rest, then make my move. When, or if, she was stupid enough to return, I would be waiting for her, like she ambushed me. Fuck her.
What’s this? I thought as she came back immediately, wielding the knife menacingly close to me.
“Last chance, asshole. No more warnings. No answer, you lose your cock!”
Bullshit! This slut didn’t have the balls (lol) to do that to me, or anyone. Fuck you, I thought.
She looked me over, obviously wanting me, and her eyes zeroed in on my cock. Then she started stroking me. See, stupid whore, she couldn’t resist me, lol. Oh boy, she was good, I’d give her that. She was giving my cock a good work out, and I was definitely feeling hot and horny.
Soon baby, I thought, keep that up, and I’ll shoot my man seed very fucking soon, lol. She was jerking my cock so nicely, and then she spat onto my knob. Oh, sweet lady, blow me now, I thought, lol. Yes mama, suck my cock. Her fingers felt good, and my cock was up and running.
FUCK. OH MY GOD. The cunt sliced into my cock. Oh god no.
The fucking slut cunt actually used the knife on my cock. I was gonna kill her, fucking hell, my cock was hurting.
Then she sliced again. SWEET JESUS CHRIST, oh fuck, oh no. She was serious. Fucking hell, I was gonna lose my cock. This cunt was gonna die, but I wanted my cock. I had to tell her, I had to.
” Laundry, you cunt. Look in the laundry, you fucking slut cunt. Behind the clothes hamper, you whore cunt.” I remember yelling, before I think passed out.
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I decided I would drive back to her house and have a good talking to her. If she thought I was gonna marry her now, she had a few things to learn. If I was gonna take her back now, I had a few questions I needed answered. All this time we had known each other, she had lied to me!
I had given her everything, and this was her way of repaying my generosity?
I got back to that other house around noon, and rang the door bell. No answer. Was she pretending not to be home? I walked round the house, and found a back door. I knocked again, and still she pretending to be away. I then looked at the back of the house, and all the windows appeared shut tight. I tried the door knob, and the door stayed shut tight. She was purposely pretending to ignore me, her lover. My temper was getting really out of control and I needed to calm down, I knew that, before we talked.