0 comments/ 6454 views/ 1 favorites Grudge (Once A Cheater...) By: Smokey125 SS47: "Grudge (Once A Cheater...)" *** This story goes back to my former interests. Before I realized I was an LTIASMB (Lesbian Trapped...), I was big into CFNM. I liked the idea of women enjoying and appreciating the nude male form. Still do, but nowadays, lesbi-honest, I'm more into women enjoying other women's nudity. Anyway, even if the CFNM girls are cruel and evil—and they are—it can be a turn-on. This story's dedicated to the British Adventures In CFNM, and their (delightfully (sometimes)) treacherous witches. They play rough. And I think once upon a time they also had a CFNF site, but damn it all to hell, I'm pretty sure it doesn't exist anymore. To be honest, as an MRA (gosh, lot of abbreviations in this intro), I almost feel I'm sort of "betraying" myself writing this story. It's something of a departure for me at this point—most of the time, my male characters (few as they are) are good guys who are treated humanely and loved and appreciated by the women, and I haven't been down this path since "Just Business," "P.M." and "Trust Me"—then again, I've done a lot in the vein of the alternative already, and there'll certainly be more. Not to fret, Sapphiles. Last but not least, categories: this will go under BDSM, also can belong to Non-Con, and a bit of Anal play here as well. *** June 4th, 5:37 p.m. Adam Kryczynski pulled around the corner onto Desdemona Drive, arrived at 522 like so many days before, lined up his angle and kicked it up into the driveway in reverse. He whistled as he tossed the door shut, double-locked his HHR with the car remote, spun his key ring on his finger and jaunted to the front door. His wife Faith waited inside for him. "Yello?" he called. "In here, sugar bear!" came Faith's voice from the dining room. Adam turned to the hooks, played his brief daily round of ring toss with the keys, and followed the sound of his bride's voice. And there she was, laying the table for supper. His redheaded, teal-eyed angel on Earth. His reason for living. Her back was turned. Adam smiled, slipped off his shoes, silently shuffled up behind her and swaddled her in his arms. "Oooh-hoo-hoo!" Faith giggled as his body heat warmed her through and through. "Why, hel-lo there!" "Hello there yourself." Adam spun her around and planted a smacker on her that made her heart still swoon to this day, more than two and a half years after their wedding. The table-setting activity was put on hold as Faith's arms were assigned a different task. She cradled her beloved husband's neck and shoulders as she pulled him nearer and closed the space between them. The kiss detached audibly, and their eyes opened to see themselves reflected in one another's. "So how was work?" Faith asked him seductively. Adam smirked. "Barrel o' laughs, as always," he chuckled back. "You?" "Oh, another day, another dozen mouthfuls of gold," quipped Faith, D.D.S., the dental hygienist. "All set for din-din?" "You bet; what's on the plate?" "Steak tips, chick peas and baby carrots." Adam felt a trickle of salivation generate in the back of his mouth as Faith sashayed into the kitchen. And he was hungry, too. "You spoil me, darling," he called in after her. "Keep it up." "Mail's on the coffee table. Flip the TV station for me, would you, love? I've had enough Family Feud to last me all year." Adam did as she asked and plopped on the sofa to have a look through the post du jour. "Hmm...bill...bill...junk...donation...bill..." He found an item he didn't immediately recognize. "...What's this?" He checked the return address. "Green Plains High?" It was from Adam's old senior high school. He tore open the envelope and unfolded the correspondence. "'Dear Adam Kryczynski,'" he half-read and half-scanned, "So and so and so...blah blah blah, rah rah rah...oh, here we go. '...And we cordially invite you to join us for your ten-year high school reunion, on the evening of Saturday, July the 19th.' He paused to take in the information, and waited another moment before he reacted. "Oh. Wow. Geez, has it been a decade already?" The letter went on, but Adam put it down for the moment. "Hey, hon, guess what?" he called to the kitchen. "I just got an invitation to my ten-year high school reunion." "Oh. Wow. Geez, has it been a decade already?" "Apparently so; I am 28 now." "Well, I'll be darned. You gonna go?" "I don't know," said Adam. "Y'know? I mean, I didn't go to my five-year one, 'cause I was still intimidated at possibly running into my old nemeses. Maybe enough time's passed now that I don't have to worry about it anymore." "Well, you're braver than I am, honey," said Faith. "I'm still terrified of running into those terrible witches again. I'll tell you something: those movies—Romy and Michele, Mean Girls, et cetera?" She looked up at him to emphasize her point. "Dead honest." "Hm. Well..." Adam backtracked to retrieve the letter and consulted it to share with Faith. "Looks like I've got a little time to think about it. They would like me to R.S.V.P. by June 19th, though, if I'm coming, and if I'm bringing a guest." Faith, who did not go to the same high school as her hubby, and thus wouldn't really mind attending a gathering of folks she didn't know, replied, "Well, hon, I'll gladly come with you, if you wanna go. "Mine, however, is a different story," she added emphatically. "My old school sends me an invitation, they might as well just put 'Return to Sender' right on it. Those things can be fun, but they can also be pure hell." *** June 4th, 10:26 p.m. Now clad in only their birthday suits, Adam and Faith adjourned to the bedroom and pulled back the covers. "Did you brush your teeth, sweetie?" Adam chuckled. As breathtakingly sensual as his wife was, sometimes she could remind him of his mother. "Always," he assured her. "Mouthwashed, flossed, brushed, the whole shebang." And he smiled big and bright to prove it. "Good man!" she praised. "Now let's boff like bunnies." Adam considered himself extraordinarily lucky to have found, fancied and bagged—or, more likely, been found, fancied and bagged by—a gal like Faith, someone who was as possessive and protective as she was enamored of him. And what passion. When Faith got into the mood, she got into the mood. Her teal eyes went smoky blue, and her body heaved with warmth. Her nipples and clit stiffened, and a number of fluids generated at the surface of her skin. And how devastatingly sexy she was. She had fiery red curls that perfectly complemented her creamy ivory skin, and brilliant curves, nooks and valleys to be explored all over her voluptuous frame. She had lovely 38C breasts in nearly flawless proportion to the other wonders of her rocking body. Adam felt a little plain and inferior when he compared his body to hers, but he felt great when they made love together. Though Adam would be hesitant and modest to agree, Faith reciprocally felt her hubby's body was just as majestic a temple as her own, a true work of art in the vein of male beauty. And Adam would be surprised to learn that the collective consensus held such a physique as Adam's in similarly relatively high regard. Adam Kryczynski was 5'10", 180 pounds, broad-built, with a sleekly cut structure about his face and abdomen. His muscles and six-pack weren't the absolutely most impressive, but they too served well regardless. His legs and ass were strong, sturdy and firm. And between his thighs, at full hardness, proudly stood a seven-inch cock that made his wife salivate in the back of her mouth, just as her culinary talents did him. They climbed into bed together like the dozens of times before. Their procedure began slow and easy enough with a healthy helping of sumptuous foreplay. They drew one another close and roved caressing hands about, engaging in a mutual session of teasing by nearing the genitals and then pulling away, a challenge of sorts to see who could endure longer before caving—just for fun, of course. They fingered each other nearer and nearer the erogenous zones, driving each other crazier, hotter, tinglier. Their mouths were hard at work pecking, sucking, nipping, biting until their hides were raw, red and ripe. It wasn't much longer before their juices began prematurely leaking. Perspiration ran, cooling searing flesh. Noses and lips brushed, inhaling one another's sublime scents and tastes. Faith's ginger locks settled in wave after wave over Adam's face, and he took in her divine capillary aroma. Adam's own hair was light brown, short, thick and fine, which he again found ordinary, but also made Faith go weak in the knees when she whiffed his lovely shampitioner blend. She really was the yin to his yang, and vice versa. "Mmm...I adore you, honey..." Faith whispered to Adam. Sweet nothings were a standard staple of their lovemaking. "You are so precious and perfect...you're the king of my heart." "My life would be meaningless without you," Adam murmured back. "You're the reason I wake up happy each day." Their honeyed words to one another peppered in with the torrid passion permeating and engulfing the room, taking everything up another notch. Eventually, their hands caught the naughty vibe and began wandering to the most erotic areas. Adam couldn't be sure about Faith, but it never ceased to amaze him just how wildly the sparks flew through him to this day as her petite, soft feminine hand fastened around his still stiffening dick. Her grope forced an extremely, consistently flattering moan from him which made her smile modestly through their lasting kisses. This too encouraged Adam to vigorously rub Faith's inviting tits and labia. The sneaky part of Faith made her not wish to tip her hand as he stroked her, but the violent sexual rush that rocked through her body did the talking for her. She emanated her own crying groan and squeeze-hugged her legs tighter around Adam's. Their kisses tasted sweeter, their sensations yet more explosive, their hormones even wilder. They began surfing the mattress on autogenerated waves, with enough pounding force to attack the wall with the headboard. Their skills and faculties of technique were ebbing away and abandoning them, signaling they couldn't take any more foreplay, so they had to bring it home, careening around the third proverbial base. Adam gently drew Faith's labia apart, and she guided his cock towards her hungry, eagerly waiting pussy. As he neared her, they had to spend their remaining concentration on accuracy. Faith's groans turned to impatient whines as she desperately longed to feel his luscious dick inside her. At last, he nosed his way upwards and in. "Oh, yes!" she exulted in gleeful passion. "Yes, my baby!" She hugged him extra tight and clamped onto him with her pussy. Adam's moans elevated to shouts as her hot, wet cunt cozily cradled and pressed his throbbing dick tight inside. He could to date not get over how exquisite, how amazing it was, having such glorious sex with his beloved. One of the first times they were intimate with one another, Faith almost made him come on the spot by whispering five sexy words in his ear— "Welcome to the Pleasuredome, babe." Pillows, sheets and blankets found their ways around and off the mattress as Adam and Faith humped and pumped into oblivion. Faith's steadily flowing secretion easily slipped Adam's dick through her, in and out, a thousand times over and again, like soothing body lotion. This was to take nothing away from the allure of her shapely tits, which cushioned magnificently against Adam's chest and felt more wonderful for Faith the harder her nipples grew. Her pleasure was compounded by the comfy feeling of protection offered by Adam's presence, and the shield of his rugged masculine body. She meant her every loving word to him, just as he did her. The act progressed marvelously until the building intensity forced them to cut off the kiss just out of need for oxygen. When their lips detached, they gasped as if they'd been holding their breath underwater for two minutes. When they regained enough, they hollered together in delirious joy. They fondled and grabbed at each other continuously, doing anything they could to keep the experience enhanced. Adam kept one paw squeezing and manhandling Faith's boobs and rubbing at her clit with the other. Faith kept her upper hand busy grazing and stroking Adam's cheek and ear, brushing his hair back. Her lower hand played extra gently with his balls. Adam had very sensitive balls, which Faith knew and respected, so she was always careful to be quite delicate with them. In fact, Adam reacted best to a soft, gentle treatment throughout his entire preferred experience. While sexual aggression and light kink weren't out of bounds, harsh and heavy BDSM frankly freaked him out and really rather scared the hell from him. She also snuck her hand around to his ass and spanked him. Adam had to admit that he did enjoy spanking and being gingerly spanked back, but this was also as far as his interests went in terms of assplay. Faith had actually recently learned about the male prostate, and now enthusiastically wished to experiment and play with Adam's, but he wasn't yet ready for that, so she didn't push it. For now, they went on as they were, heat and sizzle between them building, building, and building some more. Their sumptuously interlocked genitals were red, puffy and swollen. They held on for dear life, thrusting like there was no tomorrow, until concluding in a grand culmination with a dual Mount St. Helens effect. Sinking and burrowing their faces into one another yet further and further, they let the act follow its natural course and take over for them, as the star they sat on, a million miles above the Earth, blasted off. Adam was the first to be blown through the portal to Climaxland. Holding tight on to his wife's hand, they finally shot off together. They cried out in simultaneous euphoria as the lightningbolt struck and infused them with electric ecstasy. Faith's pussy showered Adam's dick in her come as he fired a thick round of his own inside her, mixing together into a hot cream sundae. Pure goodness and heaven radiated through them and wrapped them in a blanket being carried by an angel. They loved having sex with each other as much as anything in the world. Their sweet nothings to one another were amongst the truest emotions ever felt in human history. They really did mean more than the world to each other. And each time they made love only strengthened their devotion. It seemed nothing would ever be able to shake their peaceful world. The smoke cleared, and they settled in to rest, still embracing. *** June 4th, 11:49 p.m. Faith lay sound asleep, still snuggled up to Adam. Under normal circumstances, Adam would have dropped right off to serene slumber along with her, but not tonight. Tonight he had something else on his mind. It was the invitation to his high school reunion. He'd skipped his five-year one, and the occasions only came along every five years. The rest of his adult life, his mind was mainly on other things, though he did spend time reminiscing on his childhood. The nostalgia was nice to relive, even in the area of school. Like most kids, he wasn't wild about school, but performed okay enough. Unlike many of his classmates, however, he wasn't so concerned with his social life as his academic. He wasn't the most popular kid in school, but that didn't bug him much. It simply made more sense to him to concentrate on his studies. Post-puberty, he remembered the amazing new way he noticed his female classmates. Suddenly, his primary male friendships didn't seem so vitally important a priority anymore. There was a new—and intense—fascination in the way girls dressed, wore their hair, painted their nails, and especially blossomed in the chestal region. The next thing he knew, school was his oyster. His first date, in ninth grade, was a cute Italian brunette named Bella. She was popular among the boys, a big dater and a big flirt. And it was rumored that she was "fast," though he didn't yet know what this meant. He was a bit surprised she wanted to go out with him. At the end of the night, Bella kissed him. It was another first for him, and it blew his mind. He couldn't believe it. Not yet acquainted with the wonders of sex, he thought he'd won the lottery. He walked on air the whole way back to his parents' car. In secret, he sometimes still occasionally wondered where Bella was today, but it wasn't the type of curiosity that needed satisfying. He didn't get a chance to date her again, which disappointed him at the time, but it wouldn't be his last encounter; far from it. Girls were all so wonderfully diverse and different, he could find a hundred unique things to enjoy about them. His freshman and sophomore years were a little sparse in the courting field, but his junior and senior years went a good way towards making up for that deficit. Bella had sort of spoiled him in a way, though, as he learned not all girls were inclined to end the date with a kiss. But he didn't much care if the dates yielded no additional physical affection than a handshake or a hug; dating was just a lot of fun. As he looked back on it here tonight in his bedroom in the arms of his beautiful wife, perhaps, he pondered, a bit too much fun. He winced as he looked back and remembered a few unwise things he'd done that he now regretted. One of them was overdating. During his senior year, just a couple months before graduation, he began dating several different girls at once. Casual, inclusive dating was okay among multiple suitresses, but then Adam made the mistake of becoming serious with them. He was young, he had a lot to learn, and he was ignorant of the ramifications of his actions. He was so lucky to have learned his lesson prior to meeting the love of his life a couple of years later, a young, idealistic Faith Marsha Lyons. He couldn't imagine his life without her today. A business major in college, Adam had begun his career soon after as a sales rep. Now, happily wed to Faith the dentist, they were on the brink of starting a family of their own. They'd agreed at this point in their married life they were ready to have children, so now it was just a matter of successful fertilization. And they were certainly willing to complete this task as much as necessary. All this thinking wore Adam's mind out, and he blinked to sleep along with his beautiful bride. The last clear thought that went through his conscious mind was, So...do I really wanna go to my ten-year high school reunion?... ...Yes. Yes, I think I do. *** One month later July 19th, 5:31 p.m. The R.S.V.P. for two was taken care of. Adam finished putting on his tux as Faith donned her nicest cocktail dress. They met back up in the living room down the hall from the front door. "Oh, my gosh!" gushed Adam upon seeing her. "Babe, you look beautiful!" Faith blushed and waved him off. "Not quite as beautiful as you," she cooed. Adam held out his arm. "Well, shall we then?" Faith's cell rang. "Wha—...oh, sorry, sweetie, just a sec." She went into her purse and grabbed it. "Yes?...Yes?... "...Uh-huh?...Wh—...really?...Well, I'm really sorry to hear that, bu—...ohhh, are y—...are you kidding?... Grudge (Once A Cheater...) "...Well...yeah, but...well, you're just gonna have to get someone else to handle it... "...But-but...look, I'm sorry, but I've got plans tonight that I just cannot break!..." Adam watched as Faith's face visibly fell. "...Oh my God, you're serious?...Oh, for cr—...and you insist this is absolutely necessary?..." Her eyes shut as she emitted a sigh. "All right. I'll be there." Click. "Babe, I am so sorry!" she said, turning forlornly to Adam to break the news. It was her boss. "That was Andrew. You know his kid, Petey, the goalie on the peewee hockey team? Well, he took a puck right in the mouth." Adam winced. "Ooooh. Even with the face mask-guard-shield-thing?" "Yep; that's hockey. So it's kind of an emergency. Petey's pretty banged-up, and, well, his Dad's a dentist, and he's kind of, well, anal, put it bluntly, and the kid's teeth are a mess. He's getting the whole office together. So...you can probably do the math." "Oh my gosh," said Adam. "Kinda makes me wonder why a dentist would let his kid play hockey, but I guess that's the kid's call." "God, I'm so sorry again, hon, I hate to do this to you at the last minute, but my hands are kinda tied here. I'm on call, and I could lose my license if I broke or violated the terms of my oath." "No, no," Adam waved it off. "You have to go, I totally understand. Your career and this kid's teeth are more important." Faith's eyes softened as she gave him a quick departing glance. "Thanks, babe," she hugged him. "Look, you know what? You should still go. You go, have an awesome time, and this thing with Petey, we might be there for a while, but maybe I can get to the school and catch you before you leave. We'll see what happens. "I'm so sorry one more time, Adam," said Faith, heading for the door. "I'm gonna make this up to you. Promise! Love you, bye!" The door shut before Adam could say he loved her back, but he didn't really mind. He kind of wished his wife been so apologetic to him about this. He appreciated her devotion, but the situation was out of her hands. She couldn't do anything about it, and neither could he, except to say that he understood, so he did. He knew what he was getting into marrying someone in any region of the medical field. He couldn't say he wasn't disappointed, but Faith was right, he should go to the reunion anyway. The part of him that was a little bummed was looking forward to walking into this reunion with this ravishingly gorgeous fox on his arm, and...well, essentially showing her the hell off, which seemed superficial as he thought about it, but he supposed it was an innate impulse within him. He wanted to be able to see these people again after a decade and have something to impress them. Then again, he also supposed most everyone wanted to regreet classmates with some form or means of impressiveness in tow. Oh well, Faith had said she might still be able to come by the school afterwards. He'd go, proudly wearing his ring, and he would tell people the truth: his dentist wife had an emergency and couldn't be with him just now, but perhaps would arrive later on. There was no point in lying, like Romy and Michele; what good could come of that? The fact that he was married to a medical professional was impressive in and of itself, he felt, he carried pictures of the two of them in his wallet, and even should someone by whatever chance still not believe him, so what? The idea was to enjoy the old times with old classmates, that was all. He could do that. He waited a few minutes, thinking all this through, and left with his head held high, locking the door behind him. *** July 19th, 6:03 p.m. Sure enough, Adam was swept by a wave of nostalgia as he pulled onto the grounds, found a spot and made his way to the gym. Music poured into the balmy summer air. It doubled in volume as he pulled the door open. He recognized the song as Christina Aguilera's "Beautiful." By the inside doors sat one of the reunion coordinators, and an old classmate, Monica Logan, at her desk. "Hey there!" called Monica with a wave as Adam approached her. "Name, please?" "Adam Kryczynski." This was one of the reasons Monica was a greeting coordinator. She had always been one of the friendliest in their class. "Omigosh, Adam Kryczynski!" she repeated, taking and shaking his hand in both of hers. "Long time, no nothing! Wow, omigosh, dude, like, how the hell have you been??" He chuckled at her outgoing affability. "Oh, uh...good! Real good," he smiled. "Thanks. How've you been?" "Oh!" Monica took her hands off his and made a gesture that indicated there was no doubt whatsoever in what she was about to say. "Life, is, beautiful. I'm ecstatically married, I have two wonderful kids, they're just angels, they're the light of my life, and I'm a family therapist." She spoke at a rapid rate that made it clear to Adam she'd told this miniature autobiography a hundred times now, which of course she had. And she never got tired of telling it. "Everything's so great. I've never been so happy in my life." "Wow, that's...terrific," said Adam. "Yeah, I'm-I'm married too, actually..." He didn't know why he was hesitant to say this; it was the truth. Just sheepishness over not having Faith with him, he had to reckon. "...No kids yet, but, uh...she just couldn't be here with me right now, she was detained. That's-that's why I R.S.V.P.'d for two but I'm here alone. But she might be able to come over later." "Oh, I do hope so," said Monica. "Well, my buddy, go ahead and slap your name on a tag there, then get on inside and have fun!" Just a bit nervous, Adam took a few breaths and entered as "Beautiful" ended and Shania Twain took over, singing "Forever And For Always." He wasn't positive what exactly to expect, but he came in to see a giant banner over the stage that read, "WELCOME, CLASS OF 2004," along with about a hundred balloons, an enormous party indeed going on underneath. On the stage was a disc jockey providing the soundtrack. People met, gabbed, danced, laughed, mingled, flirted, reminisced. Adam wished Faith was here just to see all this. His high school days held some bittersweet memories, but some nice ones as well, and he now realized that in addition to showing off his lovely wife to his old school, he too wished to show off his old school to his lovely wife. He remained, however, by nature, a little shy. He spent the first hour or so blending into the background, then gradually easing into conversations and meets and greets with old classmates, some of whom remembered him, some of whom didn't, and vice versa. He stuck to his plan to simply tell the truth about his wife's emergency, which really wasn't that difficult at all. For the most part, his old schoolmates weren't interested in judging him, or making him impress them, which, he had to admit, pleasantly surprised him a little. He wasn't interested in this either, but it brought him a great deal of comfort to be able to just be himself and exchange friendly chitchat without feeling forced or pressured at all. It was a good decision to attend. After a few cups of punch, he excused himself to the gentlemen's. More memories greeted him down the hallways, dimly lit though they were. He quickly did his business and washed his hands, eager to get back to the fun. On his casual, unsuspecting trek to the restroom, however... ...He failed to detect the sound of creeping footsteps following his path... ...He also did not notice the pattern of shadows shuffling along the rows of lockers. Nor did he notice any of the objects in the hands of the shadows' owners. Nor what they proceeded to do with said objects as they waited for him to emerge from the lavatory. But he definitely noticed when the alcohol-soaked paper towels were forcibly thrust over his nose and mouth as he came back out. *** July 19th, 8:30 p.m. "Anesthetic?" Dr. Andrew J. Feldman, D.D.S. numbed his son's mouth amidst Petey's objections. As was the nature of kids, he had just wanted to play hockey, and he didn't want the pain or the bloody teeth, but he didn't want the pain to evaporate via a needle in his palate either. Dr. Feldman had called the staff together for assistance, just so they could get this patched up sufficiently as soon as possible. They got all the initial preparations taken care of, brought up the computer and x-ray, cleaned up Petey's mouth and went to work. Andrew had requested the entire staff together in anticipation of needing them around the clock, but at the same time, he'd always made situations out to be more than they ended up. It was more a "better safe than sorry" precaution. He'd certainly needed some assistance, but once the preliminaries were taken care of, he found he really only needed about half his staff to remain. The other half were essentially superfluous at this point. He made the announcement, which Faith Kryczynski was particularly glad to hear. The other dentists suspected something had been interrupted when she'd arrived all dressed up. She was the first one out the door. Half an hour later, she'd driven across town until she reached Green Plains High School. *** July 19th, 8:30 p.m. Adam felt something waved under the nose that woke him. He sniffed to consciousness, twitched and blinked until would-be vision focused. The first he detected the presence of were the blindfold over his eyes, and the ties immobilizing his hands and feet, though he couldn't identify what they were. His hands were stuck behind his back, his feet tied under the seat on which he sat. His captors had put him out, and lugged him down the school hallway leading to one of the storage closets, which was just large enough to hold him prisoner. Only a single dim bare bulb hung over him. His tux was removed and discarded. He was nude, roped and restrained at the wrists and ankles, and seated in a standard stack chair. His legs were parted on either side, forced to relinquish full access to his genitals. Noting prior to anything else that he couldn't move or see, understandably, he began to panic. "Wh—...wha—...what the h—" "Hey, girls! He's awake!" a gleeful-sounding female voice announced. Two more equally happy voices overlapped each other. "What the hell?!" Adam exclaimed. His only response was raucous laughter at his expense. He raised his voice to be heard over the cacophony. "What the hell is going on?!!" he yelled. The laughter died down. Adam whipped his head in the direction from which he thought he heard each voice coming. "Okay, all right, ladies," another voice chimed in. "Let's bring him up to speed." The others acquiesced. The third took over. "Welcome, Adam Kryczynski..." she greeted ominously, "...To your worst nightmare." "...Ex—...cuse me?" he asked. "Why, yes," one of the first voices resumed. "We'll be your hostesses this evening. Perhaps these names will sound familiar: Ali and Autumn Morrison, and Kimberly Summers?" Adam's mind was a bit fuzzy due to the drunken knockout, but as he ran the names through his memory, a frightful bell was rung. Yes, he thought, as a chill of intimidation went through him. He did recognize these names; they were very familiar. Ali and Autumn Morrison were twin sisters, and Kimberly Summers was a close friend of theirs. He could bring their names to mind, because he remembered finding it amusingly coincidental that one of their last names had the word "summer" in it, and another of their first names was Autumn. He also vaguely thought he could envision their high school pictures from the yearbooks. Being blindfolded, he was unable to compare or assess visual appearance, but he had bigger concerns on his mind right now. Ali, Autumn and Kimberly had come to the reunion together, with the express purpose and intent of locating Adam Kryczynski, and waiting for the opportunity to get him alone. The R.S.V.P. records were stored in a computer system into which they'd hacked to find him on the list, so they knew he would be in attendance tonight. They stalked him out of the gym when he went to the bathroom, and subsequently had accosted, attacked and kidnapped him. Now they were asking if he recognized their names. "...Yeah?" he cautiously confirmed. "Ah! Good!" said the same voice. "Then perhaps you'll also remember the relationship we had in high school, hmm?" Adam tried to think back again. He was uneased, and there was a lot running through his head. "Re—...relationship?" he repeated. "I...uh...I don't think I remember that," he reluctantly admitted. "Exactly!" snapped one of the other voices, making him gasp and jump. "You fucking bastard!" this angry voice went on. "You went out with me and made me start really caring about you, and then you went behind my back with my friends! And as if that wasn't bad enough, you did the same thing to them with me, goddammit!!" "All right, all right, Kimmy, simmer down," said one of the other voices. "But yes, indeed, Adam, this would be the gist. You see, you cheated on us all...with each other." "That's right," agreed the third voice. "You deeply hurt us, Adam Kryczynski, all the three of us. "And now... "...We're going to hurt you." A very sick feeling invaded Adam inside. Now he thought he realized what was going on here. He didn't remember going out with all of these girls to the point that their relationship(s) could be considered serious, but if this was true, it must have gone back to the regrets he was reflecting on that night a month ago in the first place when he'd gotten the invitation. His memories of all this had faded over the past decade, but apparently his regrettable actions went further than he recalled. Oh, dear. "...I...I did that to...to all of you?" he asked. "I-I-I don't remember that." What happened next gave Adam quite a shock. He wasn't yet even fully aware he was sitting naked in this chair, and the next thing he knew, a set of fingers with accompanying tangibly long nails seized, and dug into his fragile balls. He gasped again, this time into a painful squeal. "OUCH!" he cried. "OW! Hey! What the f—wh-what the hell's wrong with y—ouch!!" The nails released their hold on his testicles, then squeezed again. "We're big grudge-holders, Adam," one of the daunting twin voices told him. "But...but-but..." he stammered, trying to find words. "But...this is ridiculous! We're-we're adults now! Look, I'm...I'm really sorry about this, okay? I can see now why you'd be so upset. I really am sorry! But...for God's sake, I was just a stupid kid! I was a dumb teenager in high school! I didn't know anything about anything! None of us did! I can't defend what I did back then! I can't go back in time and take it back! Believe me, if I could, I would, in a second, but I can't!" He felt his balls released. He let out a relieved sigh as the minor but lingering agony wore off. He couldn't see what was going on, but the three girls turned to one another and nodded, in mental sync with each other. "Y'know something, Adam, perhaps you're right," one of the voices uttered darkly. Adam wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel now. These words gave him a little comfort, but the tone of voice didn't. "...I...uh...I am?" he queried, meekly and discreetly. Another voice. "Sounds fair enough. It's true, after all; you can't defend it or make it okay now. All you can really do is apologize. "And, uh...you're gonna be doing a lot of that." "Yup," agreed the angrier voice. "You're gonna be sorry you were ever fucking born by the time we're done with you." "Wh—...what??" "Most likely, yes," agreed the third. "I think that was a pretty good plea on your part, everything considered. But you still have to pay for this, you understand—and dearly. So, we're gonna make this just a little less excruciatingly painful than we were planning." "What??" "Well, obviously we can't just let you off the hook for this, Adam. Logically, you can see how you still must be punished." "But...but..." He was cut off this time by the sensation of something simultaneously cool and warm brushing over his cheek. "Feel that?" he was asked. "Y—...yeah?..." "Know what that is?" "Um...no?" "That's your wedding ring, buddy boy." Alarmed by this development, Adam tried to manipulate his fingers behind his back to feel for his ring. Sure enough, when he checked the digits of his left hand, they too were naked. "What? Wh-why? Why did you take my wedding ring off?" he wanted to know. The same voice supplied his answer. "Because your marriage is over, sweetie," purred Ali. "To say nothing of your fucking life, pal," growled the ired nontwin voice, which obviously belonged to Kimberly. Adam's blood went frigid. "What do you mean?" he squeaked in growing dread. "Oh, don't worry about that; you'll see," said Autumn. "Well," corrected Ali. "Yeah. You won't see, but you'll SEE..." said Kim, clenching her teeth as Adam again felt the stabbing pain in his balls. Evidently, the long nails also belonged to Kimberly, which didn't make Adam feel very safe. "OUCH!" he reiterated, feeling his fate being sealed. He clearly wasn't going to like this. Things turned even scarier a moment later, as he heard his three captresses all wickedly chuckling at his agony. They were highly enjoying this. "Please cut it out!" This protest made them laugh harder. "Keep dreaming, my friend," said Autumn. "I do like the begging, though," added Kim. "Keep that up." "Oh, yeah, and, uh, keep this up too," said Ali, halfway through which the other two began laughing once more. Now in addition to the pinching, poking feeling at his balls, Adam felt something else ride up the shaft of his dick. He gasped as the pain in his crotch was momentarily nullified by forced pleasure. He was beginning to anticipate just how much trouble he was in here. "Oh!" Autumn chimed in. "I just remembered something else, too! Ladies, remember when Adam dumped us, and we got together and attempted to just talk to him about it the first time, like civilized human beings?" "Yeah, y'know, I think I can bring that to mind myself," Kimberly acquiesced. "What was it he said again?" "Uh, if memory serves," Autumn continued, "I believe he said to us..." She turned back to Adam again. "...'Well, just what are you three gonna do about it? After all, you're just a bunch of stupid girls.'" This declaration was punctuated by the ladies with a collective, "Oh-ho-ho-ho!" "That's right, he did, didn't he?!" snarled Ali. This spelled more bad news for Adam, even though he didn't remember saying this at all. "...I...I said that?" he asked them. "That-that really doesn't sound like something I would say!" There was a very good reason for this. The reason was that he had not in fact said this statement to them at all, in high school or at any point. Autumn had made it up. But they certainly weren't going to tell him that. "Well, let's just see who's stupid now, shall we, Mr. Kryczynski?!" Kim growled at him once more. "Does this feel stupid to you??" She gripped the skin holding Adam's pouch, just beneath the base of his cock, tightened her grip, stretching and sensitizing the skin, and grazed her nails, rough and aggressive, over his balls. Grudge (Once A Cheater...) Adam threw his head back. "Aaaaaaoooohhh!" he shouted. He couldn't decide if it hurt bad, or if it hurt good. "Oh, that's a good question," said Ali. "Tell me, Adam, could a stupid little girl do something like this to you?" she asked, sharply flicking the head of his cock. Gasp. "OW!" he exclaimed. "Stop it!" The ladies chortled. "'Stop it,' he says," one of them mocked. "Adorable." "Oh, God," Adam croaked under his breath, unable to believe this. "All right, look, just...just wait a second, would you please?! Now look! If I really actually said that, I'm ten times sorrier than I thought I could be before, all right?! Unbelievably sorry. I really can't believe I would, but clearly I didn't mean it. So I take it back. Can-can we...can we just..." He sighed in painful exasperation. "...Isn't there another way we could handle this??" "Oh, there are a few ways, dude," Autumn answered. "But, I think I like this one best. Don't you, girls?" "Oh, indeed," said her sister. "Truly the most effective." Adam drooped his head and let out a whine. Ali continued. "But now then, getting back to your curiosity over why we took off your wedding ring..." she explained. He raised his head to listen. "...Here's the deal, babe: you're gonna come for us." Adam's eyebrows jumped. He opened his mouth to speak, but was afforded no chance. "And I mean you're gonna come...for us. We're gonna jack you off, hard as hell, and we're gonna take your come. And I mean all of it. Straight outta your balls. But we're not gonna let you enjoy it; oh, no. We're going to make it hurt. You're not gonna like this... "Well...unless, of course, you prefer it extra rough," Ali barked at him, poking at his shaft. Adam, who preferred just the polar opposite, felt himself beginning to cry. "Yeah, either w—let me do this part," said Kim. "Either way, you're gonna lose, buddy. 'Cause after we steal that fucking come, we're gonna track down your wife, and we're gonna present her with the evidence." Adam's mouth opened in alarm. Autumn jumped back in once again. "That's right, you know what they say: 'Once a cheater, always a cheater.'" "Oh! Right! That reminds me too," announced Ali, letting go of him and going into her purse. It went without saying Adam had no idea what was going on now either, but was also pretty certain it wouldn't work out in his favor. Not that any of this was. Ali retrieved a fresh lipstick, twisted it up, straddled Adam's right thigh to get a good grip on him, and began scrawling across his torso with it. She wrote between his pecks and abdomen, where there was less hair. The strokes were big, slow and clear. "Here we go, 'C'..." she began, drawing the castigation out. Her friends' laughter grew with each added letter. "'H'..." "Oh, come on, please stop it!" Adam futilely beseeched. "...'E'...'A'...'T'...'E'... "...'R'!" she concluded finally, to her sister's and friend's utter delight. "Cheat-er!" Autumn and Kimberly harmonized at him. "I'm not a cheater!" he protested. "You might have a little trouble making that conviction once we break out the camera phones, babe," said Ali. "What?!" he cried. "NO!! Don't!" "Too late." He heard an electronic click. "Oooh, nice dick shot; this'll look great online." "Oh, God, no! Please!" This nightmare just kept getting worse and worse. "What did I ever do to you to deserve this?!" "Pardon me, Adam, but I thought we covered that already," said Ali's amused voice. "Now, eh, you'll want to hold on tight there, lad, and fasten your seatbelt...figuratively, of course..." The girls giggled. "'Cause this is gonna be one wild—and painful—ride." *** July 19th, 9:00 p.m. Before entering the building, Faith took out her cell and dialed Adam's. Three rings in, she heard a click that sounded like the phone was being answered, but then the line went dead in her ear as she stepped inside. Hm, she thought. That's strange. Maybe he turned it off by accident. "Hello there, ma'am! Name, please?" "Oh, uh...Faith Kryczynski. I'm not actually an alum here, but my husband is—Adam Kryczynski? Did he come, can you tell me?" The coordinators rotated posts, so they could take their turns enjoying the festivities in the gym. Coincidentally, Monica was back at the desk when Faith arrived. She consulted the roster. "Oh, Adam. Yeah, I remember he dropped in. I didn't see him leave, but then, I haven't been sitting out here the whole time either. But you're welcome to go in and look for him. Just fill yourself out a nametag, if you will." "Okay, thanks, Miss Kind Lady!" smiled an appreciative Faith. "Will do!" She pushed open the gym double doors to the enigmatic Seal crooning "Love's Divine." *** July 19th, 9:00 p.m. "NOOOOOOOO!!" "YEEEEEESSSSSSS!!" laughed the girls as Adam's unbearable torture wore on. The terror was indescribable. It was utter hell. Ali retained a firm, unrelenting, crushing grip on his dick, delivering the roughest, harshest hand job she'd ever given. She was squeezing and jerking him so forcefully his glans was turning purple. A couple of hair twisties had been double-fastened around his balls extra tight, to sensitize the skin yet more, bringing Adam's stark vulnerability to an even greater degree. And Kim and Autumn did their part, tormenting his balls, pinching and toying with his nipples, and menacing him any other ways they could. It was already more than he could handle. He dared not consider how far this ordeal might go. Tears of ache and agony were forced from his eyes, pooling about and moistening his blindfold. "Aw, look at that, he's crying," he heard Autumn remark with scornful mock sympathy. "Can't even take it like a man." "Once a fucking pussy, always a fucking pussy," added the foul-mouthed Kimberly. Adam tried to control himself as pleasure-tinted jolts of pain assaulted him all over, most inundating his genital region. A hundred thoughts were running through his mind. Most of them reeked of despair, but now a growing air of anger and hostility was joining the dread and horror. He had had far more than enough of this by now. He had apologized to these girls again and again, and to no avail. They were terrorizing his body, and now his feelings as well, psychologically bullying him. What he had done to them in high school was wrong, but what they were doing to him at this moment was worse. He willed to summon every last bit of strength he could muster, break through these infernal ropes, and make them flee and leave him alone before he tore them limb from limb. But...he couldn't. He just couldn't. Even if he could grasp on to all his might and put it to use, they'd simply tied him too tight. On top of which, he was actually being raped. Raped! By three cruel grown women his same age, over something that had happened ten years ago. Okay, so it was poor judgment on his part. Really poor judgment. Unawareness of proper courting etiquette, he'd gladly admit that. Justification to be raped? No! Certainly not, by no means! And as the girls had pointed out to him, he was in double trouble. Not only was he being so brutally violated, how would he ever explain this to his wife? His dear, sweet, lovely wife, his angel on Earth, the greatest thing that had ever happened to him... ...Whom he possibly could now irreparably lose. The realization only multiplied his lament. He sobbed harder. His sorrow and suffering fueled the ladies' fire. They fed on his pain, and it only made them stronger. They poured it on. "Stop it!" he wailed, gasping audibly through his tears. "Please!! Goddammit, I'm sorry! I said I'm sorry! A million times, I'm sorry! Leave me alone, please! Let me go and leave me alone!!" "Boy, you are a slow learner, aren't you?" he heard an emotionless Ali ask him. Kim giggled. "Y'know, I'm really starting to like the sound of that!" she commented. Singing to Adam in a derisive voice as she poked and raked under his balls and down and back towards the taint, she reiterated, "Once a cheater, always a cheat-er!" "OH!" Adam moaned. "No-o-o-ooo!" Ali gasped. "Whoa-ho!" she exclaimed, suddenly having made a new discovery. "What?" the other two wished to know. "Y—..." Ali laughed. "Kimmy, Autumn, you aren't gonna believe this, but I think that actually turned him on!" she announced to them. "I just felt him get a little harder in my hand when you called him that!" "No way!" said Autumn. "He gets off on being called a cheater??" "What a fucking pervert!" snickered Kim. "Well, let's find out!" decided Ali. "Say it again!" "Oh, let me this time," Autumn volunteered. She pressed Adam around the balls with one hand and tickled them with the other, as she leered and sneered. "Once a cheater...always a cheat-er." Adam couldn't stand it. "Noooo!" he objected once more. "Oh, God, please, STOPPIT!!" Ali burst out laughing, again feeling the reaction in her palm. "Holy shit, I was right!" she guffawed. "He likes it! He's hard as a rock!" "OW! Please stop it, that hurts!" Adam pleaded, his aching dick bulging and throbbing in Ali's evil hand. "Well, of course it hurts, silly!" Autumn chastised him over merciless laughter from the other two. "It's supposed to hurt!" Adam whipped his head back and forth, trying anything he could to get his mind off the brain-melting pain. The worst part was, though he couldn't fathom why, they were right; each time they called him a cheater, something twitched and stirred in him that bypassed the pain completely and set his poor captive libido on fire. Had he known the truth, he would been surprised to learn this, something about himself he'd never known. While he maintained complete honor and fidelity to Faith and could never dream of doing otherwise, inside the deepest reaches of his fantasies lurked a secret kink of which he'd never been aware. It was the strangest thing. Though he hadn't cheated on anyone since graduating high school and learning the rules, as they were, the idea of only hypothetically cheating on someone and being caught and punished for it...made him insanely aroused. Oh, holy hell. "OHHHHH!" he howled in aching forced passion, triggering more laughter at his expense. "Oh, we own him," grinned Autumn. "Oh, yeah, he's totally ours," Ali nodded, viciously pumping Adam's diamond-hard, vein-engorged dick. "Admit it, Adam," she taunted, her devilish evil smile not compromised by her words. "You couldn't handle it in high school, and you still can't. We've just always been too much for you. Too hot, too sexy. You could never keep your dick from getting hard with us around. The evidence is right there in front of your nose. And you know we're right. You know we're gonna make you come like hell. So you might as well just let it go. You might as well just hand it over, honey." Adam was doing everything he could to hold back from being forced to ejaculate, but he could tell he was fighting a losing battle. Outside details aside, his rock-hard penis was clutched in the hand of a woman who wasn't his wife, and he was mere moments from succumbing to orgasm. He felt so guilty. What was wrong with him? How could he feel this way? It was simply out of his control. He was being sexually violated, and bound to the women's will. There was nothing he could do except beg, which changed nothing. Autumn suddenly rose, and went for her own purse. "I just remembered," she smiled saucily. "I bet I know how to get him to come." *** July 19th, 9:30 p.m. Faith had made her way from one corner of the gymnasium to the other. She must have asked a hundred people if they had seen her husband, and had gotten no further in her search than upon arriving. She was starting to think she'd have to resign herself to believing he'd left. Whether or not she was right, perhaps she should just start back home and wait and see. But first she had to use the ladies'. She let herself out, asked the coordinator on current desk duty where she could find the restroom, and followed the directions. The women's room was about ten feet further down the hall from the men's. She found it, did what she needed to do, washed her hands, and exited. Before she departed, she decided to try and call him again. This time there were no rings, she was sent straight to voicemail. She idly paced further down the hall as she left him a message. "Hi, sweetie, it's me. It's, uh...about 9:30, I'm at the high school, in the hall. I've been looking for you, but haven't had any luck, and I'm not sure if you're still here, so...I...think I'm gonna head home. I'm real sorry again this didn't turn out like we planned, but...but, we-we'll go out and do something together tomorrow. I'll take you out and we'll have fun then. We'll—" She had shuffled about another fifteen feet down the hall by this point when something else diverted her attention. She seemed to be hearing some strange muffled noises coming from the dark end of the hall, towards what looked like some kind of closet. She looked up. *** July 19th, 9:30 p.m. "Oh God!" cried Adam helplessly. "What are you gonna do now??!" Adam was granted a break from the torment. He was grateful for the relief, but sensed it wouldn't last long. Autumn snapped open her purse, giggling in sinister anticipation, and found what she was looking for. It was a string of beads clasped at the back into a necklace. She displayed it, to Ali's and Kim's curiosity. They weren't sure at first what this was for either. "You guys remember sex ed with Mr. Daniels?" Autumn asked them. "Yeah?" chorused Kimberly and her sister. "I've been looking for an opportunity to try this," Autumn chortled excitedly. "Remember how he taught us guys actually have a kind of a 'g'-spot, in their ass? 'S called the...prostate, or something like that?" "Whoa," commented Kim, grasping what Autumn was getting at here. "Interesting..." Ali started laughing. "So...so...you're gonna stick that up his ass?" Adam's sphincter clenched so tight he could feel it. "Oh God," he squeaked, almost inaudibly. "Welllllll..." Autumn thought out loud, prancing around to behind the chair on which Adam sat, "I've been doing a little reading on this, and it seemed like a fun thing to try to me. So when we cooked up this little scheme here tonight, I thought I'd give it a whirl." "Oh, God, please!" Adam implored for the umpteenth time. "Please just let me go and leave me alone already!" "Hey, can we please fucking shut him up?" an exasperated Kim wanted to know. Before starting to jerk him off again, Ali stood up beside her sis and reached underneath her dress. "Well, if he's really that much of a pervert, he'll love this..." she mused. "And even if he doesn't, who cares..." She took her panties off. Seeing this, her sister turned away with an under-the-breath, "Oh my God..." while Kim just laughed. Knickers in hand, Ali leaned down in Adam's face. "Okay, babe, open wide," she sang in her condescending voice. Adam opened his mouth just enough to say, "Wha—..." and Ali shoved them in, prompting more laughter all around. "MMM! MMMMMM!! Wuh fuhf—!" The ensuing laughter took several more moments to die down before Autumn instructed, "A'right, a'right, pull him forward." She got Kim to come behind and help her by pulling Adam's ass cheeks apart. It wasn't easy what with him already struggling and wriggling to get away, but with a reinforced grip on his package, Ali forced him to behave himself. "Hold still, my boy!" Ali reprimanded him, infusing her tone with a modicum of humor. "Hold still while we torture you!" At last, Autumn managed to get the beads pushed and poked into his asshole, one by one, to Adam's prolonged and yet sheerer discomfort. The feeling of something—anything—forced inside his anus was so foreign and disturbing it almost made him physically ill. He couldn't have been less pleased about this, and didn't see how he was to possibly withstand it. It made no difference this was where his prostate was to be found; this was, plain and simple, far too much for him to deal with. "Okay, Al," Autumn called around to her sister, "Jack him off!" Holding on tight to his aching jewels, Ali did as Autumn said, grabbing hold of his now semi-deflated dick and resuming the manual madness she had been putting it through. Adam's protests and objections continued, muffled though not silenced. The girls enjoyed the sounds of his terrified shouts with a pair of panties in his mouth, lucky for him, seeing it less than necessary to do something like slash his vocal cords. Adam squirmed and wrestled so hard to get free, the girls had to double their efforts just to hold on to him. Ali put the rest of her cognizance to work watching for the signs of his impending climax. She made a cephalic gesture to Kim, whose help Autumn no longer needed, to now assist her by retrieving the specimen cup they'd brought to collect his come. Kimberly dutifully put on a pair of sanitary gloves they'd also brought—so as to hide fingerprints—and obliged. There was barely any time left at all now, and both Adam and Ali could sense it. Ali cackled in excitement as Adam's groans grew in intensity, signaling to the other two the end was hurriedly nearing. "It's coming, gals!" Ali announced, her contagious grin spreading to all three of the ladies' faces. Kimberly held the cup in position. Autumn held on the end of the necklace and looked back around to share the enjoyment of the final result, the fruit of their labor. "Oh, awesome! Ali, try and give me a countdown so I can time it!" urged Autumn. "Okay..." Ali continued working him forth, far past his no-return point, hurtling directly into oblivion. "Five...four..." "Once a fucking cheater, always a fucking cheat-er!" Kimberly sadistically laughed at him as Ali counted down. "...Three!...Two!..." Adam didn't even hear their voices at this point. He didn't even feel the earlier inflicted pain anymore. All his leftover agony had evaporated in lieu of the surging lust blazing through him. The pain had been burned away by the sexual fire. He couldn't even focus any longer on the havoc wreaked on his mind by the anal beads. Unbearable tingles engulfed him. The pleasure crept over and overwhelmed the pain—inexorable pleasure, but pleasure nonetheless. He gasped, wheezing and groping for breath. The girls were still verbally teasing and toying with him, but he couldn't process their words anymore. His brain would no longer acknowledge or register. Their voices swirled through his head, drifting, floating, a whirlwind of unintelligible sounds. He was over the edge. He couldn't think. He couldn't speak. They had transformed him into a blubbering mess. An animal. His head went back. The heat became one with the tingling. His balls drew up towards his body, still imprisoned in the girls' hair twists. He moaned, he groaned, he cried, he squealed. He saw swimming colors and unrecognizable figures in a dancing haze before his eyes under the blindfold. His world was upside-down. He was sure they were still shouting and yelling at him, but not only could he not hear them anymore, he'd have been unable to comprehend the words or care if he did. His lust-soaked growls through the panties bounced around the small closet. The tingling shot from his balls to the base of his cock, up, up, and up still further...until... Grudge (Once A Cheater...) "...ONE!" And Autumn yanked. His prostate was indeed activated by the ruthlessly sharp extraction of the beads, coinciding with his penile climax... ...And the chair on which they had perched him turned into an ejector seat. The panties flew from his mouth, expelled by a crying, piercing scream spanning fifteen different extreme emotions. He had never been coerced through anything so explosively intense in his life. His mind had been blown, pieced back together, and blown again. He came, so eruptively hard, he would swear his entire molecular structure had been scrambled. His head craned back so far his neck almost snapped. He yowled with reckless abandon as the come was taken from him, rocketing through his dick, building and splashing in viscous layers in the bottom of the specimen cup. The girls' triumphant voices overlapped in celebratory victory as the come blew out of him like Pompeii. "Yessssss!" crooned Ali. "GOT 'im now!" crowed Autumn. "HA ha ha ha ha ha haaa!" Kim cackled maniacally. "There you are, Adam Kryczynski!" Ali gloated at him. "Now that your come belongs to us...so does your life." "That's right," her sis chimed in. "And there's nothing you can do about it." And Kimberly briefly weighed in one more time herself. "Not one, fucking, thing." *** July 19th, 9:50 p.m. What the...? wondered Faith, cautiously approaching the storage closet. She was a little scared, but her curiosity overrode her fear. Suddenly, she heard a man's voice scream. Bloodcurdlingly. She gasped and tossed a hand over her chest. The next she heard was a group of female voices laughing and shouting in unisonous evil glory. "Yessssss!" crooned one. "GOT 'im now!" crowed another. "HA ha ha ha ha ha haaa!" a third cackled maniacally. Oh my God! thought Faith. What the hell is going on in there?? She couldn't turn away now. She was too curious. But nothing could have prepared her for what came next. "There you are, Adam Kryczynski! Now that your come belongs to us...so does your life." Faith's heart stopped. Did...did she just... Did she just say what I think she did??! These three ladies' gleefully wicked voices went on, but Faith stopped listening. Even though she heard it clear as day through the not terribly thick storage closet door, the stark shock of the words made Faith believe her ears were playing tricks on her. But not so much that she couldn't register what was in fact happening here. Oh dear God Almighty... MY HUSBAND IS BEING RAPED!! ...Or...or...already has been! I...I have to do something! She went to grab for the doorknob. Something inside her made her hesitate for a brief second. Faith, what are you doing?? this part of her demanded to know. Whoever these women are, they could be dangerous! HEY! she argued with herself. Did you just forget that's our husband in there?! He just screamed bloody murder for hell's sake! And in case you've forgotten, he means more to us than our own life does! This is the man we married! He belongs to us! And for all we know, they could be mortally torturing him! I don't give a damn what you say, I'm going in there! Flame lit beneath her, Faith seized the doorknob and twisted. It was locked. This began to send her over the edge. She made her right hand into an angry fist and banged on the door. "Adam??!" she shouted. "Adam, are you in there?!" The voices inside abruptly stopped. Ali, Autumn and Kim whipped their faces to the door. Adam's eyes snapped open under the blindfold. Through all the angst heaped upon him this evening, he managed to recognize the voice on the other side. It was his wife. His heart began beating faster once again. Against all odds, a means of rescue had found him. Panties no longer in his mouth, he responded. "Faith??" he cried, as his captresses whirled back on him. "Faith, help! HELP M—ouch!" He felt one of them slap him in the mouth. "Shut up!" she hissed at him. They tried to silence him, though they knew they'd been found out. Faith took the knob with both hands, trying to wrench it open. "Open the door!" she screamed, kicking it with no tangible pain in the toes of her high heels. "Open this goddamn door right now!" Time to activate your phone, the voice inside her advised. "Open it before I call the police!" she threatened. "I'm gonna call if you don't open it right this goddamn second!" She waited. Nothing happened. Faith stuck to her word. She turned on the phone and dialed the three direct digits. "All right, I'm calling!" she shouted. "It's ringing!" "You're bluffing!" came one of the voices from inside. "Am I??" she challenged, suffused with blind fury. "Guess there's just one way to find out!" *** July 19th, 10:08 p.m. Faith hadn't taken into account the effect of disturbance the police visit would have upon the reunion festivities still going on inside the gymnasium. And she felt bad about bringing things to a standstill and throwing a bit of a scare into the classmates still in attendance, but she hadn't been left with much of a choice. She felt even worse about the partygoers being told they temporarily wouldn't be allowed to leave until the situation was sorted out, but she felt worst of all about the increased humiliation her husband had to suffer as the officers burst into the storage closet. For his part, Adam was so happy to be rescued from this hellish escapade he couldn't care less. He'd already endured enough humiliation to last him the rest of his life; what was a bit more, he figured. As soon as the officers took control, Faith lost no time in freeing her husband, taking him in her arms, coddling him to offer all the comfort he needed. He didn't even bother getting dressed yet; right now he just wanted to stay in his wife's safe, protective embrace. "You've gotta be mentally retarded to wanna have anything to do with that fucking bastard cheater," Kimberly hollered at her as the police cuffed her and the sisters. "You're both fucking losers! Both of ya! Fucking douche bags!" "Yeah, yeah," said her officer. "Save it, lady. C'mon, let's go." Keeping herself composed, Faith turned to the girls, positioning Adam behind her to shield him, and addressed them. "Officers, I am in no manner expressly making anything in the way of a threat here..." she clarified, shifting her gaze from the cops to the girls. She paused as she gazed at them and her expression and tone turned hostile. "...But I am just stating that if any of you ever—EVER—comes near my husband again... "...You'd better hope the cops are nearby." *** July 20th, 9:04 a.m. The next morning, Adam and Faith woke, and stayed in bed together, awake and snuggling, for another additional hour or two. They were back home, safe and sound, in their nice, secure, comfy house, and didn't want to leave the bed or each other's side ever again. "I'm so terribly sorry you went through that, sweetheart," Faith uttered to him. "It was awful," Adam sincerely confided to her. "I won't ever let anything like that happen to you again," she promised. "Nor I you," he replied. The world would go on turning outside their happy home. Sooner or later they would arise and have breakfast, just like so many days before, and so many to come. They would continue to take their peaceful life one day at a time, come what may, and perhaps not everything might be the same again, but they had learned one thing for sure. Life wasn't to be taken lightly, or for granted. From this day forth, they would treasure each second as the sacred gift it was. They held their cozy embrace, shut their eyes, and daydreamed about the rest of their life together.