5 comments/ 16197 views/ 2 favorites Secret Voyeur Ch. 01 By: SheerSilver I was desperately tired after a long day of work, then four more hours of classes. It would help if I did not have such a bad case of insomnia, and could actually rest after these long days. On my drive home I slid in my tranquility cd, in hopes to relax enough to crash when I finally get home. Yawning loudly, I pulled up into the drive, then into the garage. I unpacked my gear and books; then made sure everything was in its place, OCD! I remembered I had almost a full bottle of port chilled, and how tasty a glass sounded. One glass would not hurt before bed, and would most likely help me sleep. I have the weekend off so I can sleep in and all weekend if I want to. So off to bed I go? Ok, so I saw my nice, hot, inviting, hot tub on the back deck as I was heading to bed and the thoughts of sleep... well they went out the window. There were no lights on in any of the homes around me, it was pitch black. I do not have a decent sized privacy fence; which reminds me I should have a new one built, I will call about that tomorrow or the day after. Off came my clothes, and yeah feeling a little guilty about it because I just tossed them down as I walked to my hot tub. I can pick them up later... maybe. I sat on the side of the hot tub and let my hair down from the chignon I had it up in. I love the feel of my hair gliding over my back, so I can never resist to shake my head slightly to just feel my hair tickle me. It was time for the business woman and professional student to recess into the corners of my mind and the carefree woman to come out and play? Nope, I wish, no one to play with so I was just carefree and relaxed. Sometimes I daydream about being watched when I have my late night hot tub excursions, but with this neighborhood of elderly, ha! I ran my fingertips in the bubbling water, to test the heat. It was hot and ready to slip into. I swayed my legs from the deck into the hot tub and slinked down with ease as a feline does. Mmmm the hot water felt so exhilarating, and the bubbles massaged my tensions away nicely. Being so relaxed I began to fantasize about having another in the hot tub with me. It had been far too long since I had a lover, just seemed like there was never anytime to go out and mingle or date these days with work and school. I let my hands caress my bare breasts, then softly massage them. A couple of harder tweaks on my nipples, no one was around so I was careless with my small moans that escape my lips. In my own little world I was ignorant of my surroundings. I am not sure how long I was enjoying my hot tub before I heard a muffled clanging sound. I was looking around frantically, I just knew someone was in their back yard, I heard something! I may daydream about being watched but truth be told I was scared to death of being caught, at least by the neighbors I have. I had already gotten glances and looks from them being the only young person here, and not married; which Mrs. Franklin always brings up when we see each other. Then I saw a glint out of the corner of my eye, it was in the backyard of the empty house next to me. I turned slightly to peer through the fence into the next yard and saw a man carrying what looked to be chain from the shed. He walked to the picnic table and was attaching the chain to it. How strange this was, why on earth would he chain down a picnic table, especially in this neighborhood; we have never had a problem with any crimes, and he was the last house on the road; only neighbor he had was was myself. Someone must have moved in and I did not notice? I was not home too often during the week and I do get home rather late. No one mentioned anything to me about a new family moving in, surely Mrs. Franklin would know. "Oh my gods" I whispered as I finally saw what he was doing! There was a woman on the picnic table, and she was nude. Why wasn't she screaming out for help? I thought to myself. I was so scared and felt even more vulnerable being in the hot tub... naked. I was frozen, unable to move; I tried to remain quiet, least he see me and come to chain me to my tree. This man is crazy, he lit candles all around the woman on the picnic table. I could see her tossing her head side to side and writhing in her chains. I think she was gagged and blindfolded. "Oh my gods, I am living next door to a kidnapper and possible rapist." I gasped, rather loudly I think because he turned and looked in my direction. I do not think he saw me though because he continued what he was originally doing. There is a poor helpless woman in the yard next to me about to be raped or tortured and I slunk down in my hot tub like a coward unable to move just to call for help. I felt so scared and inferior for the first time in my life, I was horrified and I could not take my gaze off of him. What an asshole! He began to whisper in her ear and kiss her like a lover does. How humiliating, the poor thing! Humiliating I thought, but she was wiggling seductively, is she mad? My curiosity peeked then and I watched them closer. He picked up one of the candles and drizzled wax over her breasts; she was gagged and even from yards away I heard her cry out. He did not stop there, he continued to drizzle hot wax all over this woman! "I have to go and call for help!" I stuttered out. But I was still immobile, frozen, glued to my hot tub. I just sat there and continued to watch. I guess once he had his fill of playing with wax he started pinching and smacking her. To my own horror I found myself becoming excited by watching this twisted man. Oh gods above help me, what in Hades is wrong with me? I think the woman was enjoying the tortures he administered to her. A woman does not move her body in that fashion unless she is enjoying it. I suppose my new neighbor is not a kidnapping rapist, thank the gods above! Or am I wrong? Damn it, I do not like being in this helpless position. Or do I? I continued to watch them and I felt something stir inside of me. I do not understand why I am enjoying this so, this is completely wrong. I am thinking about doing the same thing to this woman, one who I have never met, nor do I even know what she looks like. Dear gods have you cursed me? I have always done what I was to do and then some. I am going psycho! He mounted that woman and had sex with her harder than I ever thought possible. He eventually released her from the chains, gag, and blindfold; it was like releasing a wild woman! She thrust him on his back on the picnic table and rode him like she was in a rodeo (I would have given her first place for sure)! I am so ashamed for watching them, and even more so ashamed that I indulged myself so frantically while doing so. The man I thought to be so terrible, morbid, and horrific turns out to be very erotic and sexually stimulating to me. Oh Zeus help me for I think I have spied on a Sex God.....! It seemed as if I was out there for hours watching the fiasco next door. I waited even longer after they affectionately walked into their house. I either had a spiked glass of port or I just watched my new neighbors have some kinky sex. I feel so dirty knowing I watched them the entire time. Yet again I feel as if I became more alive at the end. I almost did not want them to stop so I could continue to watch. What in Hades is wrong with me. This is not normal!! I always thought I have had some good sex but damn, I have never had anything as exciting as what I watched. When did they move in? Who are they? And more interestingly, what are they? I wonder how it feels to have that done and to do such to someone else. Gods help me I am going insane, that is just not moral. She was so lovely writhing underneath everything he did to her. And her reactions to him are so erotic; although what he did looked very painful, but it must not have been for her to like it? Am I now attracted to women as well as men? So many questions going on through my head, I feel dizzy. Finally I emerged from my hot tub and turned everything off. I opened my water proof, make shift closet on the deck and pulled out a robe. I have a lock stock and barrel of towel robes I keep in it, just for instances as this. I wrapped myself up in my robe and gathered up my scattered clothing. After dropping my clothing in the laundry hamper I made my way upstairs to my bed. My bed usually is warm and inviting. I look forward to crashing down on my king sized beg, over filled with a ton of pillows, and enjoy snuggling in. Being alone usually does not bother me but tonight, it does. I left lonelier then I have in a long time, and the desire to have someone over flowed my emotions. Mixed with my lonely feeling- my mind raced back to what I watched tonight. As if my insomnia is not bad enough I think watching my neighbors and pondering on it made it worse. Eventually I fell asleep, what time I do not know. I slept although it was a restless sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next day (actually later that day) I awoke to the sun shinning down on my face and my cat Hera licking my nose. I was extremely groggy from lack of good sleep, I guess my large glass of port did not work this time. I petted Hera for a few minutes and whispered soft coo's to her before literally rolling out of the bed. I grabbed my black silk robe, which is always on the foot post of my bed, yawned and stretched like my Hera does, as I slipped into my robe. Looking over my shoulder I called out to her to follow me, I swear sometimes I think I was a cat in a past life. Once Hera and I were downstairs and in the kitchen, our normal routine commenced. She hopped up on the counter by the can opener and rubbed herself all over my arm as I opened her favorite can of Tuna and Gravy Friskies. Hera is a princess, her food bowl even says so. I kissed Hera on the top of her head, as I always do before I make my mint tea and toast with strawberry jelly. Hera and I were enjoying a peaceful breakfast when my doorbell rang. Looking at the clock, it was not breakfast we were having but a midday brunch since it was 3pm. I know my hair was tussled about since it was unbrushed, but the elderly folk around here are half blind so they would think it was a new style. Half laughing to myself thinking about which married lady was coming to visit this time I went and opened the door. To my astonishment when I opened the door it was not Mrs. Franklin, Mrs. Oliver, or even the Widow Smith; this was a woman my age, and oh so drop dead gorgeous! She was about my height at 5' 8", legs that went on forever like mine, even her hair was brunette like mine and just as long, if it were not for her having blue eyes instead of green like mine, I would have sworn I was looking in the mirror! I suppose I had a look of awe on my face because she asked if I was all right. I shook myself out of it and finally spoke to her, asking if I could help her. She smiled so sexy I thought my legs were going to give out on me. And again thoughts crossed my mind which never have before. For Gods sake I was undressing her in my minds eye while she stood in my doorway. I need to set an appointment with my shrink! She introduced herself as Aria, my new next door neighbor. That was it, my legs did go weak and I had to hold onto the door so I did not fall to the floor. This is the woman I watched last night! This cannot be happening, I felt my face burn so I knew I was blushing, and I prayed to the gods above she did not notice or see me out as the spying neighbor. A moment or two I snapped out of whatever I was slipping into and gave her my apologies for my appearance and asked her if she would like to come in, but secretly hoped she would decline. The gods have cursed me! She accepted my invitation and walked in with such a flow as I have never seen. Closing the door I watched her, well not all of her, I watched her ass sway from side to side as she made her way over to my chaise lounge. She sprawled herself out on it and complimented me on how lovely my den is, and how much she loves chaise lounges. I have never felt so stupid as I did while she was in my house chit chatting with me. Does she know I spied on them last night? Does she know I liked it and find her attractive? This cannot be happening to me! I was fine with the way my life was going, and even fine with the insomnia I suffer from. I was content living here alone with Hera although Mrs. Franklin always lectured me on finding a man to marry. Oh gods, did I mention she was wearing a knee high candy apple red skirt with a red and black pin striped halter top to match? A.D.D. here! She crossed her legs, and not in a very lady like fashion; I saw everything that was underneath her skirt, and what was not- like panties, she was not wearing any. I know she noticed my mouth gape as I stared at her. She giggled softly and continued to rant about her previous home and how the neighborhood was not for them since it was filled with children and they are the silent, wild, party type of people. I wanted to scream out "Did you not notice the quiet retired old folks all around us? It is boring here!" But I refrained myself and held my composure as much as I could sitting there talking with her in nothing but a silk black robe myself. I learned that she too, was not married but had been with her Master, whose name is Eros, for eight years. Ok what in Hades does she mean Master? I do not think she meant the sort of Master you have when you take karate. Eros? That is the name of the Greek God of love. I am going insane! I am studying the Greek Pantheon, made a joke about a sex god living next door to me last night, and now his name is Eros to top it all off. Again, Aria must have seen seen a look of awe-screw me on my face because yet again she asked if I was all right. I passed it off as to not getting enough sleep, hence still in my robe with unbrushed hair. She began to tell me how well she sleeps at night, just like a baby due to all of the sex she and her Master have she told me with the brightest of smiles. To make things worse, as she is telling me all of her personal business she is caressing her chest provocatively. If I did not know any better I would say she was flirting with me. No. No that is ridiculous. Aria must have talked to me for about an hour (although I did not hear most of what she said, I could not take my eyes off of her beautiful body she kept exposed to me the entire damned time she was in my house) when she said it was time to go. I thanked her for visiting and welcomed her to the neighborhood as I walked her to the door. As I was closing the door behind her she spoke again, saying she almost forgot but her Master has extended a dinner invite to me for tonight at 8pm. Gods above I should have been a blond, I stuttered and asked her what she said; she repeated herself with that same sexy smile she has been giving me the whole time. Am I a fool? I accepted the diner invitation and waved her off. I wanted to slam the door in frustration, and did so in my head. Dinner is four hours away and I am exhausted with so much to do as is now. I went about and did what needed to be done around the house with breaks here and there to play with Hera when she would get under my feet purring and carrying on for attention. Poor thing, I am not home enough to love on her as she needs and deserves. Secret Voyeur Ch. 02 I have not had anything to eat so far, except my strawberry jellied toast, so needless to say I was starving by now. It had been so long since I went out that I am not even sure I had anything to wear for dinner attire. I did not want to look like I was going out to the club, yet I did not want to look like a total conservative snob either. The weather outside was nice being that it is Spring so I decided on a black cross back dress which came to right above the knees with a pair of black 3 inch pumps. I pulled my hair up off of my neck, adorned my neck with my heart locket necklace and a pair of diamond earrings. I did not over do my make up like I would have done if I were going out clubbing... been a hell of a long time since I have done that either, I really need to get out more. I stayed with softer make up to just highlight my features. Standing there looking in the mirror I thought myself mad to even go this far instead of jeans and a t-shirt but seeing how Aria dressed just to come over and chit chat I did not want to under dress. I loved on Hera for a few minutes then went to the fridge for a chilled bottle of Chablis. I did not want to go over empty handed, and also I wanted to welcome them both again to the neighborhood. I noticed myself shaking after I pulled the bottle of wine out of the fridge. Why in the world was I so nervous? Oh that's right I watched them have sex like mad people last night. Gods, what am I becoming? Watching people have sex and then staring at her like a predator when she was nice enough to come over and invite me to dinner. So I was dressed, half sane, I think I was ready, and off to my kinky neighbors house I went. I had never looked closely at the front of this house before today, it had been unoccupied for the five years I lived here. The front door was much lovlier than mine, it had an oval glass window with intricate stained glass designed like a garden. I found myself envious of their door. I rang the doorbell and tried to get my nerves back in check. Aria answered the door and my mouth definitely fell open. When she opened the door she was barely wearing anything! Gods help me get through this night, I prayed! She had what looked like a baby doll dress but it was sheer, and let me tell you she did not have anything underneath it at all! Her breasts were so firm they looked like they were standing to attention, her waist accented her hips, and her thighs looked so yummy and inviting; I found myself wanting to nibble on them. Around her neck was a silver necklace, at least I think it was a necklace, it had a lock on the front of it; she was barefoot, however each of her middle toes had a silver ring on them. I do not remember her wearing that necklace earlier today, she just had on a black choker, I think. I am turning into a freak! Anybody in their right mind would have called the cops last night at the sight of what he was initially doing, no woman would agree to have dinner with someone who walked in their home crossing their legs to show off their bare essentials, and certainly no one would walk into someones home with the lady of the house dressed like Aria is. But, the idiot I am, I walked in anyway, clutching the bottle of wine next to my chest; I think my heart was beating so loudly that it was drumming the bottle of wine, at least it was in my head. I tried to hold my legs steady as I walked in, as not to fall on my face and embarrass myself. Embarrass myself? Is she not embarrassed wearing that and opening the door, not to mention to someone she has only spoken to for an hour just the same day? Gods above give me the strength! To change my frame of mind I began looking around their home; it was nicely decorated to say the least. Everything was European, even down to the carpeting. I do not know much about furniture and such but I know enough to recognize European art, tapestries, and carpets. Looking closer at the statues I noticed there were a wide variety of colors and textures but they were primarily the same. Not Greek as is his name but of a kinky, sadistic nature. One statue was of a woman holding a leash around another woman's neck as she had a knife to her throat with her knee pressed firmly against the other woman's intimate area. It was beautifully made but very disturbing... or was it. Confusion on my part sets in again. I got so caught up in my own thoughts over the statues I did not even notice that Eros was standing directly behind me. He placed his right hand on my right shoulder and asked if he could take the bottle of wine. I was so startled I almost dropped the bottle. I turned around so quickly I almost toppled over into him and I lost my speech. I was stuttering in response saying thank you as I handed him the wine. He has the most amazing male voice I have ever heard; so deep and rich, and oh so sexy... sexiness to match Aria; they complimented each other in looks. His head was shaved, the deepest blue eyes, his physique showed through his black mesh shirt, and his pants were a shiny black plastic material I think it is called pvc or something like that; I am so out of date with the new fashions and such ugh! He turned towards where Aria was kneeling on the floor and snapped his fingers. She came at once and took the bottle of wine from his hands, but never looked at him or I while doing so. Ok so back up a damned minute, he treated her like a dog, she was even on the floor as one and then he snaps his fingers and she readily comes a running. Something is so not normal here and I need to get out with haste. But I was very intrigued, the sex appeal they both emanate, the clothing, the way everything was decorated, and the way she obeys his commands without even giving a word. Something is definitely wrong with me, it all excited me and I found myself wanting to learn more about them. Eros snapped me out of my daze when he gently took my hand and kissed it, introducing himself, although I already knew his name. His lips were like fire upon my skin and I did not want him to pull his lips away. But he did anyway. As he was pulling his face from my hand he locked eyes with me and I just knew he was seeing right through me, the secret voyeur next door. I broke his gaze by looking away and complimenting him on the paintings in the main room. Surprise surprise a man of more talents than chains and wax, they are his. All of the paintings were very erotic with so much detail; upon close examination I saw that they were all modeled after he and Aria. I blushed profusely as I looked at more and memories of seeing them last night came to me in full force. I found myself secretly dreaming of what it would feel like crushed against his chest as he placed his sensuous lips on mine then Aria walking in to get on her knees and kiss my calves and thighs and yes I do need to call my shrink pronto! Gods above what is happening to me? I wanted him to rip my dress off and do unfathomable things to me. It has just been way to long since I have had a lover, that is the only reason why I am thinking these ridiculous things... or is it? Once again I found myself in my own little world of thoughts, only to be brought back suddenly by one of the people I spied on last night. He took my hand again but this time he tucked my arm in his and began to walk, I had no option but to follow him. As we were walking to the back of the house he was stopping here and there pointing things out and giving me some history on them. There was a white garment of sorts in a shadow box, it looked like someone tore it off of whomever was wearing it, the ripping looked brutal, there was even blood on it. Such a scary thought but intriguing. He noticed me staring at it and decided to tell me what it was and of what sentiment it held. Not that I knew what he was speaking of, and I dare not ask any questions, so I just listened to him. He told me that ten years ago he met Aria at a Domsub space party (whatever that is) and she went through slave training for two years before he collared her. Ok collared like an animal to show as property, these people really are insane!! At the collaring ceremony the garment in the shadow box is what she wore, that and only that. He ripped it off of her with his knife to show everyone who attended his new property; after which with the same blade he sliced her hand as well as his and then they held hands for their blood to mix. He carries her blood and she his in remembrance that with her blood flowing in him he owns her and his blood flowing in her means the same. It was very interesting to hear about but it frightened me fiercely. Not only did he force her to prance around nude in front of everyone but he sliced open her hand!! He showed me the scar his right hand carried and Aria has one to match; just yet another reminder to her of who owns her he said. Thankfully Aria came in and saved me from hearing any more, yet secretly I think I wanted to hear more. She handed us both a glass of the wine I contributed to the dinner, but did not have a glass herself. We then settled into the library, at least I think that is what it is. It did have books in it but it had some weird and funky furniture in it as well. I dared not to stare so I would be saved from learning about it, I was to scared to think of what it all is for. Instead I just sipped my wine and when he asked about me I went on to tell him my profession as an aerobics instructor and the different classes of business and arts I am taking at the community college. He seemed to be very interested in what I said, unlike all of the other men I have met in my life. While I was still talking Aria crawled over to Eros and sat on her heels in front of him with her hands held behind her back and her head tilted back slightly; she looked so lovely there, but why on earth was she not sitting on the chaise, sofa, or a chair? Do her knees not hurt and her pride gone? Eros held his glass of wine to her lips and slowly trickled some in her mouth so she could have a drink. It is as if she is his pet instead of his girlfriend. Craziness I swear! But I still did not tuck my tail and flee, I sat there like a guest does with any conversation before dinner, only I sat there shaking in my skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I tried the close your eyes and count to three thing where when you open your eyes your realize it is all just a dream. Yeah well that did not exactly work because when I did open them, yep Aria and Eros were still there. And to enforce the fact of them being there Aria nuzzled her head between Eros crotch and said thank you Master before leaving the room to do only the gods know what. I must have had a dumb founded look on my face because Eros asked if I have ever been around BDsM people before. Ok so like I know what that is... uh no. I felt so stupid sitting there, is there really so much in life I have missed out on or never even known to exist? I guess so because I am sitting here in what seems like a whole new and different realm and it is only right next door to my own home. I answered him honestly with a simple no. He said he would spare me the lesson and give me the brief run down. So when did I become a student? I did learn what it meant however and once broken down it made more sense to me as to their lifestyle so to speak. Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism and also Dominance and Submission are all wrapped up in the simple initials of BDsM. I had no idea there could be so much involved in four letters, let alone anyone who really lived it. Well after last night I began to have an idea. Aria came back in to let us know that dinner was ready. Eros stood up before I had a chance to and walked over to extend his hand out to me and help me up. Again he tucked my arm in his and escorted me to the dinner table. All the while Aria acted like she was fine, fine with her man touching another woman so intimately? I say intimately because his touch was intimate. It was not like the usual here come with me for a tour of my home arm in arm, no it was much more with his words, the way he looked at me, and the way he so seductively touched me each time. He took my breath away. Then again so did Aria every time I saw her too. Eros pulled out my chair at the end-head of the table and pushed me up as any gentleman would do, then seated himself. There were only plates on the table with wonderfully delicious aromas floating about the air. Aria came in with a covered dish, only this time she was wearing a French maid apron and nothing else but her collar and toe rings! Good gods each time I have seen her today I see more and more of her and less clothing. She came to me first and set the covered dish down and removed the lid. She dished garden salad out onto my plate and asked what type of dressing I would like, there were miniature bottles of thousand island, ranch, blue cheese, and oil and vinegar dressings arranged around the salad. Politely I answered with ranch please. She looked at me giggling and said she likes the white stuff too as I sipped my glass of wine. I almost spit it out hearing her say that. Eros snapped at her and she quickly ran over to serve him, saying nothing else. We ate our salad in silence, thank the gods! Aria has good timing, as soon as we both finished she quickly came to remove our salad plates to give us clean dinner plates and rushed back into the kitchen to grab the next dish. This time the covered platter she carried out was much larger, at least by four times, and this time she was completely nude! Oh how beautiful she is! She glows as she walks around serving, without a care in the world that a stranger is peering upon her nude flesh. I know Eros saw me staring at her with what is beginning to be lust. At this point who cares, it's only what she deserves strutting around like a tramp. She serves us fettuccini with a white cream sauce, three whole lobsters in the middle, and broccoli around the rim. She served me a portion of the fettuccini and broccoli, with a lobster then kissed my forehead. Whoa! I was caught off guard by that. These people are strange to say the least. She served Eros and returned the platter to the kitchen. It smelled wonderful and I could not wait to sink my teeth into everything. I never cooked like this at home that's for sure! I complimented Eros on how wonderful it smelled and tasted once I tasted it all. I did not notice when Aria came back into the dining room and sat on her heels to the left of Eros. I saw the top of her head when I looked up from my plate so I knew she was there. Was she not to eat anything with us? She was a wonderful Hostess by making sure we had everything we needed. Or does she keep her gorgeous figure by not eating? Surely she must be hungry. Then it happened; he simply said "lift it up". I had no idea what he meant. She lifted a plate up that looked much like ours now. He poked his finger around the plate, licked his finger clean and petted her head. Then he told her she may eat now. I thought she would slide into a chair next to him but she didn't. She set the plate back on the floor, raised her naked ass up in the air on all four limbs and ate with her hands. I dropped my fork seeing this. Eros simply laughed at me. I was beginning to get ticked now. Enough is enough this is not a damned circus. I finished eating in silence and dared not look up in fear of what else I may see. That did not last long however. I heard a muffled cry and I looked up. Eros's plate was pushed up on the table and Aria was sitting on the edge in front of him. I cannot be certain but I think he was fingering her on the dinning room table. I pretended not to notice what they were doing but I could not help but watch. I finished my meal, which was rather good honestly, and they were still carrying on. He slashed his plate off of the table, it smashed onto the wall and shattered; and then he slammed her upper body against the table and pulled something out of his pocket. I have no idea what it is but it has a handle and a thin needle looking thing protruding out of the handle. He held it in one hand and pulled the thin needle like piece back with the other and let it fall on her; the noise was loud and I am sure it was painful judging by the look on Aria's face and her screams. I was petrified, I wanted to run out of this house screaming but I could not move. I was holding my fork so tight my hand became red and began to hurt. Just when I thought he was going to stop he became primal almost, biting and slapping her all over. Why does she not get up and run, why does she stay there taking that torture? Gods above why? Aria lifted her legs up high and he pressed himself up against her as he slapped her inner thighs. Did they forget I was at the other end of the table? Hello! This is not the sort of thing you do when you have dinner guests over for crying out loud! Eros looked me directly in the eyes as he mounted her with ease. Oh gods I just sat there and watched and did not look away from him. I was frozen, not only could I not move but I do not think I wanted to. I wanted him to come around to my side of the table and take me, without all of the pain he gave her. Aria began to slither on the table like a serpent under him. I shifted in my seat and felt moisture between my legs. I was getting very excited and jealous. My body betrayed me, here I am sitting there trying to keep my composure at dinner and I can't. He began to thrust harder into her and his hand encompassed one of her breasts, he was squeezing her so hard I saw her color turn pink, then red. He pulled out of her and grabbed her by the hair; her body glided around to where she was facing him and he pushed her head down on his sex. She began licking, caressing, and sucking him right there in front of me! I could not handle anymore of this. I stood up so abruptly that I knocked my chair over. I tried my hardest to flee, the doorway was behind Eros and when I came close enough to him he pushed her away and grabbed my hand. He did not grab it hard but enough to make me stop dead in my tracks. He told me I have not had desert yet and asked what the rush to leave was. I could not find my tongue; I stuttered all of my words to the point of not speaking where anyone could understand them. He moved in closer to me and whispered in my ear asking if I really wanted to rush out and leave. Then told me if I really wanted to leave I could. Again... I was frozen, unable to move. He smelled so good, a mixture between his cologne and sex. I did not know what to say or what to do. Secret Voyeur Ch. 03 He brushed his nose softly against my ear and I could feel his warm breath upon my cheek; he pressed himself firmly up against me and started to move me against the wall. Gods how I wanted him right then. This is not fucking right you psycho! I screamed at him then slapped him the face. He backed off with a sly smile right before I darted past him and ran through their house. I bumped into a table but luckily nothing fell off or broke. My heart was racing and I was shaking so fiercely I fumbled with the door trying to unlock it and looking over my shoulder to see if this crazy man was going to come after me. I finally unlocked the door and flew out like a bird flies for freedom. I frantically ran through their yard screaming to myself, who do they think they are? Do they think I was just going to watch them fuck them crazy? Then laughing I reminisced about watching them the night prior. But they did not know! I know I trampled some of their flowers in their garden in the process of running and could care less; I was terrified of them and of myself for all of the emotions and feelings that ran wild tonight. I need a shrink visit, oh gods do I ever, I am loosing my mind! Once I reached my yard I forgot about all of the large stones set about and tripped; tripped in my own yard over the stones I placed personally! I felt like such an idiot when I fell face first and my knee scraped against one of them. I jerked myself up to look over into their yard to see if he was following me. But he was not; in fact their door was still ajar. They were probably still having their demented sex on the dinning room table, the freaks. My mind drifted off on thoughts of having sexual encounters with both of them. I had to slap myself out of it. What was I thinking, this is outrageous! How dare they think I wanted to participate? I was going mad with conflicting emotions running so high. I sat there on the ground, with dirt and grass smudged all over me, one leg still over a rock, and the other leg bleeding. Why on earth did I desire the both of them when they were so morbidly horrifying, yet so sexually arousing? I began to cry and did not care who saw or heard me. Let the old farts gossip about me if they see, they already gossip enough as is, what is a little more? I can hear them now talking about Sasha, the unmarried freak! After a time of sitting there I began to become irate with anger. So much so I did not realize that my legs were moving me in the direction of their house. I know I was spitting off out loud about all of the things running through my head; I think the Widow Smith turned on her front porch light and took a peek outside to see what all of the commotion was about; but I could fucking care less; I was going in there to give Eros and Aria a piece of my mind whether they liked it or not. How dare they! The door was still open and I just stormed in like lightning. I heard sounds from the dinning room and headed straight to them. I was going to let loose and say exactly what I felt about them. They will dread the day they ever moved in next door to me with all of their flighty sexual tendencies! Stomping my way into the dinning room I did bump into a table and a statue fell off and rolled onto the floor. I do not think it broke since it was one made out of metal. It just so happened to be my favorite in the house. It was a man laying his head in a woman's lap as she was stroking his hair, both with a relaxed smile on their face of pure ecstasy. I stopped briefly to pick it up and when I did I realized what I was doing. I was in their home uninvited and unannounced. I collapsed onto the floor and began crying again. I do not know if it was my irate babbling, the stomping, the noise of the statue falling, my crying, or all of the above that stirred them. I looked up with teary eyes and saw Eros and Aria standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking at me. He motioned Aria away and slowly walked over towards me. He silently bent down and scooped me up into his arms; he held me close as he whispered my leg was bleeding. Like a little girl who was hurt I snuggled into his embrace and cried even harder after I asked him what he was doing to me? Hush now is all he said as he carried me into the bathroom where Aria had already started to draw a bath. He gently sat me down on the bathroom bench and began to undress me. Why was I here, and why in the hell am I letting him touch me, much less remove my clothing? I just closed my eyes and continued to cry. I am in a house with strangers that are more weird and freaky then anything you could ever see on the sci-fi channel! I heard the water stop running and felt him again scoop me up into his strong arms and carefully set me down into the large garden tub. I went to lean back and felt soft, warm skin behind me. I was lying against Aria; filthy flesh against warm flesh. She was pouring water over my dirty skin and gently running her hands over me to wipe it away. I let myself go and embraced her touch and caring nature. She bathed me head to toe and whispered softly that everything was going to be all right. Once she was done bathing me she helped me limp out of the tub. I was so sore from my fall; I did not feel it before now. She towel dried me off and helped me slip into a robe; she brushed my hair with such soft care I began to tear up again. Oh gods please do not let my cry again. I had already made a fool of myself several times tonight I did not need to do so again! My thoughts and will were a waste of effort because the tears streamed down my face yet again. Aria said nothing and just wiped them away then hugged me tight. Once I was a little calmer she took me by the hand and led me out of the bathroom and into the den where Eros was sitting upon the sofa holding two glasses of wine. He handed the glasses to Aria and then pulled me down to sit upon his lap. Aria handed a glass to me and him; then she left the room closing the door behind her. I could hear her bare feet padding down the hall way to only the gods know where. Probably to call the police on their psycho neighbor who stormed into their house and wrecked priceless, treasured, expensive things. I sipped on my wine a little before looking up at him and boldly asked what is wrong with me? He said nothing and just smoothed my hair out with his hand and caressed my face with a caring look upon his face as I finished my wine. He placed my empty glass on the table and reached for the first aid kit that was set upon the table; I did not notice it when I first came in which is unlike me for I always notice everything. Gently with care and concern he examined my wounded knee. I guess it was not too bad since he only cleaned it out and bandaged it up. Thank the gods I did not need stitches. I was so sore, ashamed, and angry. I could not say anything to him as I had once had in my head when I bombarded into his house. I looked at him with pleading, desperate, painful eyes. I do not know why I am still here with this man who I think is so terrible. But I could not draw myself away from him. I wanted him so bad I could taste it. Can he see this in me? Does he know what he has put me through in less than a day? He gently pulled me close to him and held me. His strong scary hands turned into soft caring hands as he massaged my body, which sat limp and paralyzed in his lap. Any minute now I am going to wake up from this dream, in my bed, snuggled up in all of my pillows, with Hera sleeping close purring in my ear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I must have fallen asleep in his arms because when I awoke I was in bed, but not my bed. Where was I? Where in Hades were my clothes, wait the robe I was in? It was pitch black in the room but I knew this was not my bed I was laying naked in. Oh my gods I am nude! What happened? Did Eros touch me while I was unaware or gave my consent? Gods what am I thinking now? He would not do that, would he? I sat up rather abruptly in the bed, and began to panic slightly. I must be in their house, in their guest bedroom. I was imagining things; I could still smell Eros as if he was there with me. His cologne must have smeared onto my skin as he was cradling me earlier. That is the only reasonable way... right? Oh gods, the thoughts that ran through my head when I smelled him! I have dated my fair share of men and by no means an innocent angel while dating but never have I met a man like him in my life; actually compared to Eros I have never met a real man. They are all inferior to him. What I am saying! I am going mad. I saw him once before meeting him and only had met him for about an hour and I am lusting after him. I sighed to myself, or so I thought, and drew my legs up to wrap my arms around them. My hormones were running high, even now. I ached, wanting to feel his touch again, to feel him press himself against me as he took control over my sexual desires. I wanted to ravish Aria too, she is so sexy in her all and her eyes cut through me just as his do. Great Aphrodite did you curse me? I plopped myself back onto the bed and cried out in frustration. Upon more of my body tossing around on the bed, it was rather comfortable. It even had enough pillows to satisfy me with my pillow fetish I seem to have acquired over the years. I pulled several of the throw pillows up to me to tuck around my body. Damn it! Even the pillows smelled like him, at least I thought they did. I felt like someone was watching me but the room was quiet. I know someone had to be there I could feel it. That uneasy feeling you have when you know you are being stalked, followed, or watched... that's what I had. Oh gods if I have that does Eros have it too? I have a bad habit of talking to myself and I think, no I know I was talking to myself in bed as I was rambling on and on with questions. Does he know I watched them have sex last night? Does he know it turned me on? Oh gods does he know how bad I want to taste what he has to offer? Oh gods what is happening to me? My mind was playing on me because I heard Eros softly say "Yes I know". I should have jumped out of my skin hearing a voice in the middle of the night as I am laying in bed, alone, and naked none the less. But secretly I was wishing him there. I tossed around in the bed again. Then I did jump out of my skin when I felt someone run their fingers in my hair. Hush now Mi Cherie I heard him say. Like a frightened cat, I felt like my hair was standing up, my body stiffened, and I froze. I tried to pull away but I was wrapped up in the blanket with all of those damned pillows around me. I do not think I like them so much as I once did now. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see the outline of his body, he reached for me as he softly sat on the edge of the bed. Oh gods it is him! He is on the bed, damn it to Hades he heard me talking out loud! I was at a loss for words, I could not speak, and I sounded like a moron trying to form words on my tongue. Come and take me my body screamed out and in my mind I was screaming for someone to help me. Still, I could not move. Oh gods what if Aria comes in and sees him here and I am naked, I am not a fighter! I would swat like a damned cat and get my ass beat. Then it happened, he snuggled up against me and all of the damned pillows that were stuck around me. I closed my eyes and wished against my better judgment that he would touch me, kiss me, or even bite me, just something! I could not tell fantasy from reality, was he really there or was I dreaming? I smelled him, I could feel him against me, and oh dear gods I even felt his breath against my neck! What the fuck is that? My mind most definitely snapped back into reality then. I felt cold steel on my wrists. I could not move my hands! My skin felt chilled, the pillows and blanket were not covering me. Wait there's warmth, I am still covered, and I am loosing my mind. Oh gods that is no blanket it is a hot body, it is Eros' body. My body betrayed me; my body writhed under him, begging him to take it. And take it he did. So gentle, so soft, so intimate were his kisses on my flesh. I had chills rush over my body, my body danced to the touch of his lips. He parted my legs with such a strong swiftness, I did not realize my legs were open and exposing me until I felt his hot breath on my most intimate area. Oh gods he began to kiss me there too. My body arched up like it never has before, he made me feel so good; I wanted to touch him but my wrists were restrained. Restrained! Why? Please let me go I pleaded with him. I heard him tell me a firm NO followed by you really do not want me to let you go do you? No hands to use, but I still had legs. I was going to kick the hell out of him and make him understand he needs to let me go, and to let me go now! I moved my legs and wrapped them around him and pulled him closer to me. Oh fuck what did I do? I mumbled out no I don't. Why did I say that? I screamed out when I felt the sharpness of his teeth. This psycho was biting me like an animal! But it felt so good; I welcomed the pain, and wanted more. He bit me, kissed me, fingered me, even smacked my inner thighs, but it was not his hand, it was cold; he made all of my sensations come alive in full force. Ahh this was heaven, it all felt so wonderful, I wanted more! He pushed my legs up into the air and braced himself between them and over me, his mouth found my breast and he feasted on them both for what seemed like hours, my whole body was tingling, and my hips were rocking against him. I could feel his excitement as his shaft pressed hard against me. I tried to wiggle myself to where I could slide him into me but he moved, damn it I cried out. He bit my left nipple rough and then sucked it all in; after which he told me to beg him. Beg you for what, I do not know what you want me to do I cried out in frustration. He simply said beg me again. I lay under him, hot, aroused, wet, and ready for the taking. No man in their right mind would pass up taking advantage of a situation as this, especially when a woman cannot move. Damn you I spit off at him! Same words rang out in the darkness again; beg me I heard him say. I heard a whistling sound streak through the air close to me, and then I felt it come down on my right breast with a quick hard pain. What the fuck was that! Oh gods it hurt, yet I wanted it again. I felt it on my left breast... no no no no no I don't want it. Yes, yes I do, no, wait, gods! Please I begged in a mumble. Nothing else happened, no whistling in the air, nothing slashing my body, no touches, nothing. Please! I screamed out, what was I screaming please for? I did not hear it this time but whatever was in his hand came down on my inner left thigh, then my right, and oh my gods it came down on my wet pussy. I cried out so loud I just knew I was going to wake up everyone in the neighborhood! Please, escaped my lips once more. Still not sure what I was screaming please for, but my body must have known because my body was moving all over the place and rearing up towards him trying to get his attention again. Well, it worked, and worked well it did. The sounds were mixed to the point of the sounds never pausing and the pain never ceasing. He slashed my body from foot to breast and then breast to foot. This is it I am admitting myself into the mental hospital once I escape this man because no one would enjoy this madness as I am. I ended up doing a back bend in the bed, still held to the head of the bed with the metal wrist restraints. I did the unfathomable, I cried out with tears, with excitement, lust, and more excitement; I cried out so loud begging, begging Eros to please fuck me now! Secret Voyeur Ch. 04 Oh gods, I came right after he thrust himself deep inside of me! He dug his fingertips into my thighs; he was holding me so tight. My body easily meshed with his rhythm. My ears were ringing from the piercing sounds that came from my lips. Yes, oh gods yes, harder please I screamed out. I got what I asked for and then some, he fucked me so hard I thought he was going to fuck me dizzy and break the bed in the process. Gods I screamed out, I felt the pain again rain down on my body at the same time as he fucked me. No... please... yes... more... no stop... don't stop! The pain mixed with pleasure continued, my body began to spasm with it all. I could feel moisture all under my ass cheeks, and the room was filled with the smell of sex. Just when I thought it impossible to come again I did when I felt his cock pulse inside of me, and the warmth from him flow freely. Cosi Bello V, I heard him say as he collapsed on top of me. I learned so much more about him in the time we were together, not only does he speak English, he speaks French, and Italian too; but the V threw me off. What in the hell did V mean? Soon my thoughts ceased, the fear of him gone, all tensions in my body released, panting heavily from all of the pleasures, and the pain I experienced, I lay there immobile underneath his sweaty, hot, sexy body. I fell asleep, not in his arms, but in his bonds. I never have slept as hard and sound as I did that night. Maybe Aria was telling the truth after all. I opened my eyes and yawned. What an erotic nightmare! I stretched my legs underneath the blankets, oh gods what pain! It was as if they were licking me with blades. I tried to pull my hands down from atop of my head to rub my sore legs but I could not move. Dear gods it was not a dream, it really happened. NO! I screamed out. I must have screamed extremely loud because Aria walked in. I felt so dirty and ashamed. She must know what I did with Eros last night, how could she not. I do not want to be bound when she comes at me like a mad woman because her boyfriend cheated on her in the same house while she was home and sleeping at that. She slowly swayed over to me with a smile on her face. Is she blind? I would have gone off if I were her and caught someone like this, smelling of sex and my boyfriend's cologne all over her too! She smiled ever brighter when she pulled the blankets off of me. I lay there helpless and ashamed while she ran her fingers over me foot to neck. Her touch was like fire upon my skin. I knew then she was a lunatic, she started sniffing me! I tried to close my legs, and I have strong legs being an aerobics instructor, but with the pain my legs felt, she barely touched them and I moved them away from her hands to save myself the agony of her touch. I felt her hair tickle my thigh as she leaned in closer fucking sniffing me like a dog sniffs another dog! What the fuck is wrong with her? I am turning into a sailor, never have I cursed so much in my life as I have in the past two days. I heard purring, I felt her tongue flick on the inside of my thigh. I looked around to see where their cat was, I did not see one. I still heard purring! Oh gods I felt her tongue flicking on my clit. What the fuck I screamed out! She looked up at me with carnivorous eyes and I felt the hum of her mouth purring on my clit. My head shook back and forth calling out what are you doing, this isn't... oh gods! This isn't right I screamed. Mmmmmm her warm, wet tongue felt so good, my body tensed at the feel of her flicking tongue. She licked me, sucked me, bit me. I cannot be enjoying this, oh gods I am! I was about to come when she stopped, she laid her head on my thigh, looked up at me and told me her Master had his fun last night and now told her she was allowed to have fun too, but to make sure everything was cleaned up before he returned home. What in Hades do they think I am, just a fucking toy for their amusement and pleasure? She sniffed me between my legs again and slid her hands under my ass, then up my back. She raked her nails down my back, hard and abrasive. I reared up and screamed out you fucking cunt! She laughed at me and began to lick me again. My hips swirled around her face and I moaned out loud. I tried to grab something, anything, but I was unable to since I was still restrained, and my wrists were so sore, but I didn't care I still wiggled my hands trying to touch something! Oh gods I came! I came hard to a woman's touch, and I loved it! I tried to pull away from her, I could take no more, and she held me down with strength I did not know a woman could possess! She was purring again, she sounded just like my cat Hera when she purrs. She's an animal! I pushed myself against her mouth, no I had to pull away I can't, oh gods! She stopped momentarily to inform me she was not done playing with me just yet, and giggled. She straddled my body with hers and lowered her pussy onto my face. She wiggled her hips on me as she continued to lick me fiercely, like a cat lapping up milk from a bowl, gods she did not stop. I opened my eyes and saw moisture in her slit, I licked my lips, and so tempting was it to just taste her a little. No I can't it is not right. Oh gods I cried out and lifted my head to reach her! She felt my lips kiss her and lowered herself just enough to where I would not have to strain myself to taste. I licked her just as ferociously as she did me. Surprising myself I began to growl, growling to match her sweet purring. Oh my gods I liked the way she tasted! I buried my face into her, moving my tongue as it has never moved before. I felt her legs twitch around my arms, mmmm I moaned louder! I was coming again, and I knew she was about to also. I tried so hard not to jerk my body away from her as I once did, I did not want to screw up the rhythm I was giving her so I would not loose the spot I found. Then I tasted it, I licked all of her come off of her like a wild animal. Like a starving wolf I wanted more, I tried to have more but she slid herself off of my face just within reach but so far away. She laid down on me and wiggled her ass in my face, tormenting me, teasing me, she was in control as I lay there under her in the restraints her Master put me in last night. She kissed my inner thighs and told me how pleased her Master will be with her clean up this morning. Clean up? Hardly! There was more of a mess now, wasn't there? Apparently I am a fool because she told me what her clean up meant. She sucked all of his come out of me and then some. That must be what she was sniffing for, after so many years I am sure she knows his scent by now. What the fuck am I talking about, that is ridiculous... or is it? After a while she slid off of me and snuggled against me, petting me like one would a docile animal. She slid her hands up my arms to my wrists, and freed me from my bonds. I should have fled right then and there, but I didn't, I turned to her and threw one leg over her hips, our legs intertwined like a pretzel. She rubbed my sore wrists and kissed me on the lips. I felt so limp and weak, I could not move if I wanted too, although I just awoke I was so exhausted, and eventually I fell back asleep wrapped up in Aria's arms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I awoke again to the delicious smell of cooking food. It smelled like breakfast, my stomach began to ache and rumble; I was starving. At first I did not move, thinking myself still bound. I was in bed alone, covered up, and freed. I darted out of the bed looking for my clothes, any clothing to put on and run screaming for help out of this mad house. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror. From the neck down I had black and blue welts. My hand flew to my mouth and I tried not to scream out. I turned slightly to look at my back and there were claw marks that ran half way down my back, and they were deep too because there was dried blood. I turned to look at the bed to see if I bled all over them, and there were blood stains all over the sheets. Oh my gods help me! Why am I still here? Any sane person would try to get out and call the police! I was held here against my will and forced... forced... forced to do what, enjoy it? I covered my face in shame, I was not forced, I begged for it. I fucking begged for it I screamed out loud! I tip toed to the bedroom door and tried to quietly open it without making a sound. Oh no Hera! She must be starving by now, how long have I been gone? I fled down the stairs, half stumbling. I ran to the front door and stopped, I had no clothing on. I heard Eros to the side of me as he asked what I was doing. I jerked my head around and whispered I needed to feed my cat! Ahh V, he said to me, she has been taken care of this morning. What!?! How, who? I shouted. Wait, I remembered I left my place unlocked when I came over here. My thoughts were confirmed, he sent Aria over to feed my cat, how fucking thoughtful! My body had been invaded, my home, not to mention now my cat too! I huffed and plopped down in a near by chair. I tried to run my fingers through my hair, but I couldn't. My hair had so many tangles in it, I looked like I was walking into an 80's big hair band concert. Reality hit me, and I remembered I was naked, sitting on a chair in front of him. I blushed deeply and tried to cover myself with my arms, as well as I tried very hard not too look him in the eyes. I heard him chuckle, he was laughing at me. Then again he said, ah V. What the fuck does V mean! I know a few languages, and Italian is one of them and V is not an Italian word! I looked at him with a pissed off look, which only amused him all the more. I asked him with sarcasm what V means. He leaned back in his chair with a sly smile on his face and simply told me V stood for voyeur, and how well it fit me since I thoroughly enjoyed watching he and Aria fuck in his back yard. I know my mouth dropped wide open, I was stunned, he knew, he did see me that night, the bastard! He kept on knowing he was being watched, oh my gods they are freaks! And I was well on my way to becoming one after what I did with them both. What do I mean am becoming one, I am one. Fuck me! Wait, they did! Aria came strutting in, nude of course, to let us know that brunch was ready. Eros stood up and walked over to me, this time he did not extend his hand to help me up as he did last night, nor did he tuck my arm into his as he walked me through his house. Instead he placed his head on top of my head forcing it back to where I had no choice but to look up at him, and told me to follow him into the dining room to eat. What does he think I am an animal? What am I? I certainly jumped up and followed him like he said too. My head dropped down to look at the floor, I was embarrassed, ashamed, angered, in pain, weak, very hungry and nude. He did pull out my chair and seated me, then for Aria he did the same. I have never sat at a table nude to eat, not even in the privacy of my own home, it did not seem to phase either one of them, and it was as if it was normal for them. And I could certainly believe this was normal for them after all I had seen in such a short time. Platters of bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, grits, oatmeal, bagels, muffins, and toast, not to mention a variety of jellies were passed around the table. The spread on this table is far greater than anything you could ever get at Denny's. I tried to eat like a lady, but being so famished, I think I inhaled more than I chewed. Never before in my life had I been so hungry. I ate my fill, and luckily everyone ate in silence. I certainly did not want to speak to either one of them or listen to them. After we were done eating, Eros snapped his fingers and pointed to only the gods know what, and Aria sputtered around cleaning the table off. Then he snapped his fingers again and pointed at me. What in Hades does he think I am going to do, come running like her? I am not a trained dog for Zeus' sake! I looked at him like he was crazy, and he looked at me like he was getting ticked off. He snapped his fingers again and pointed to the floor beside him. Am I possessed? I got up out of my chair and walked over to him. What is wrong with me? I even sat on my heels like Aria does. But I still did not do it right, he pulled me up by my hair and caused me to yelp like a dog. He placed my hands behind my back and made me hold them there in place, forced me back down and pushed my head down to look at the floor, and then he told me "just like this V". Ok, now I know I am possessed because I responded with a yes sir. What in damnation is going on? Breathe in V, what am I talking about? I am Sasha, not V! Breathe in long and deep, count to ten and open your eyes, you will wake up. I inhaled a deep breath and slowly let it out as I counted to ten in my head before opening my eyes. To my not so surprising position, I was still on my knees, I was still beside Eros, and I was going crazy. Secret Voyeur Ch. 05 Eros demanded me to thank him for his hospitality. I could not help myself; I laughed and looked up at him. Big mistake! His hand flew to the hair at the nape of my neck and jerked my head up and back so hard I knew for sure he was going to snap it off. Still being possessed an I'm sorry sir pranced out of my mouth as if it was something natural to say. Silently cursing the gods above I found myself leaning into him to rest my head upon his thigh and like a cat nuzzling his thigh with my face, my hands still behind my back, and still sitting on my heels, I nuzzled him in hopes of his forgiveness. I so wanted to see the affectionate side of him again, instead of angering him so... this phrase is getting old but again I say, what is wrong with me! Saying this so much you would think I had all of these terrible, life threatening illnesses. The only illness I have is being as crazy as they are, because I am still here! So Schoner Bonbon V he said to me. Oh let me count thy languages now, I sang in my head, one, two, three... English, French, Italian, and now German makes four. Like I said, I am going mad, now I am making up silly little songs in my head and grinning about it. In French, if memory serves me correctly, Mi Cheri is my love, Cosi Bello is Italian for there beautiful, and in German So Schoner Bonbon means so beautiful sweet. I really felt like a moron then once I thought long and hard on what he was whispering to me in different languages. He was wooing me, although I do not think he realizes, I too am pretty fluent in multiple languages, just as he is. I do not think I will let him know I know what he said to me. I smiled to myself realizing his sweet words he had whispered, he was showing affection, may not be with affectionate touches, but with affectionate words. Dear gods above, are you listening to me ramble? Are you laughing at me down here as you watch me suffer; I wanted to shout out and shake my fists up in the air! But, I refrained myself and still sat on the cold, hard, bare floor beside Eros, waiting for him to say something else, anything, in any language, just so long as he spoke to me. He stood up from his chair and told me to follow him again. Like the dog he was treating me as, I stood up and followed him, still ashamed with my head held down, looking at my feet move one in front of the other, following Eros, step by agonizing step I followed. How my body ached, burned like fire, and oh so sore. I followed him into the bathroom. What now, am I to bathe him like a slave bathes their master? Might as well, I have done all the other shit he has put me through. To my surprise he undressed himself, held the shower curtain open, and extended his hand out to me. I gently took his hand and let him help me into the shower. I stood to the back, scared to let the hot water hit my wounds. He stepped in, and stood under the hot, steaming water. I let myself brace against the cold shower wall, ah how wonderful it felt. I watched him standing there, I watched the water glisten on his tanned flesh as it rushed over his naked body, and oh my gods was it a gorgeous sight to behold. I found myself lusting him again, even after all of the horrifying things he has done to me, even after talking to me like a dog, and treating me like one I lusted him. No, I wasn't being treated like a dog. I don't know how he was treating me, but it wasn't like a dog. I liked it, oh gods tell Hades to get ready because I am surely going there! I liked it. He opened his eyes and looked directly at me; he caught me staring at him. He smiled so sexy as he held out his arms for me. As if I were his lover, I rushed into his arms and buried my face in his chest, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped around me. The hot water that beat down on me was ever so painful and my body twitched to each drop. He held me closer, caressing my head with those strong hands of his. He kissed my forehead and told me the hot water was good for the healing. What is he talking about, I do not know, I just wanted to hear his deep voice kiss my longing ears. His hands gently caressed me as he splashed the water while turning me around. He chuckled as he made a comment on Aria's work on my back. Work? It isn't like I was some blank canvas she painted! That isn't work that is brutality! But, I did enjoy it, and the memories of being with her flourished in my mind again as he traced his fingers over the marks she left on me. As he was bathing me he told me it was a special soap cream, it would help my welts, bruises, scrapes, and scratches faster then anything I could pick up at the local pharmacy. It was relieving yet it burned a bit. The burning I ignored as he continued to run his hands all over my body, not missing a spot. When he came to the place between my legs I used to keep like a hidden treasure. I found my self spreading them wide for him. Gently he pressed himself against me, making me walk face first against the back wall of the shower. He slid into me with ease, I was soaked, and not from the water that was splashing against me, wet with lust for him. Gently he stroked my insides, gods he feels so good. It is as if I was made to fit him. His right hand slid up my back, to my shoulder where he squeezed me, then his hand wrapped around my throat and tightened hard, I couldn't breathe! I was gasping for air and did not try to move from his tight grip on me. Instead I was slightly suffocating and grinding myself against him as I reached an orgasm. He released my throat long enough for me to get in a good gasp of air before he rode me wild and hard until he released himself deep inside of me. Oh my gods I never want this day to end! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When we got out of the shower Aria was kneeling on the plush rug in front of the bathroom sink holding a vile of something. She towel dried me off gently, I looked over my shoulder at Eros, and he was drying himself and not paying any attention to us what so ever. Aria brought me back when I heard her talking. She was telling me that the cream ointment she was about to rub into my skin would help my wounds heal half as fast as they would alone. I also found out Aria is an herbalist and the soap cream and cream ointment she made personally. She did not go into much detail as to what was in it; I guess she did not want her secret out. I could not blame her. It was painful when she rubbed this ointment deep into my skin; it was cool but stung slightly. When she was done rubbing me down she helped me dress in what I wore over last night, everything was fresh and clean. Not a trace of the dirt and grass that was smeared all over it as before. My dress smelled very nice too, I wondered what kind of detergent she uses. Eros finished drying himself off before I was ready, and he left the bathroom. When Aria was done with me she told me she would walk me out. What? Is that it just a walk out after everything I went through? Rage built up in me, I felt used, and the feeling of humiliation and embarrassment came flooding back over me. I held my head high and walked towards the front door with Aria behind me. When she opened the door and I went to step out she smiled and waved as she told me to have a good day. Have a good day? Fuck you I wanted to scream out! But I didn't, I held my tongue and just nodded my head at her and went about my way to my house in the next yard. I was almost in my yard when I heard the Widow Smith call out to me from across the street with; did you have a wild night dear? Is your knee all right? My fists clenched, don't you have something better to do then watch my every move I said under my breath. I am fine, thank you for asking is all I said and I walked in my house and slammed the door. Later that night I cooked dinner for myself and ended up removing my clothing to eat at the table, sitting there nude, eating my dinner, all alone with my cat Hera. Some how I knew, my new neighbors had changed me for life. I just did not know if it was a good or bad thing for me. I just didn't know anything at this point. I felt empty, alone, and lost. I was unable to eat much; I just toyed and picked at my food as Hera crawled into my lap to snooze a bit. I lost track of time thinking about everything I experienced. It was after 10pm and my food was ice cold on my plate, no appetite, and lazy. I got up from the table, leaving my plate just where it was and went upstairs to go to bed. I stopped at the foot of the stairs and called back to Hera. She came pawing along and followed me up the stairs, and then to bed. Three days passed and I did not hear high wind tale or water from Eros or Aria. I was angered, yet in a way I was hurt that I had not seen them at all. Many times I wanted to go knock on their door, but I just could not bring myself to do so. I did not see them in the back yard, I never saw them leave the house, and I just down right did not see them at all! I took emergency vacation at work, luckily someone covered my shifts. I had 6 weeks of vacation lined up, and now that I took all 6 weeks at once I have nothing to do but sit here in my house with only my cat and my thoughts. I couldn't help but think back to the night my body was ravaged emotionally, physically, and sexually. I longed to have it again. I never called my shrink; I fear he would have admitted me and called the police on them, that I didn't want to happen for sure. I was sitting in my kitchen sipping on a cup of mint tea in the afternoon when I heard a small sound in the den, most likely Hera getting into something. I did not feel like cleaning up her mess right then. But like a good cat mommy I went in to check it out. As I was entering my den I was calling her to get an idea of where she was to look for anything that may have broken. I turned on the lamp by my chaise lounge. I saw something slip into the corner of the room and passed it off as my imagination running wild. This was a good neighborhood and my security system was set. Ah I found what was knocked over, one of my unicorn statues. I collect them, and they are scattered all over my house. I walked back into the kitchen and sat down to resume drinking my inviting, soothing tea. Hera was on the table purring, fast asleep. I reached out to pet her and my head snapped back. What the fuck! Someone snatched me back by the hair! My heart raced thinking it was Eros. I inhaled deeply to take in his sweet scent. But instead of a sweet scent it was musky and sweaty. Oh gods, this is not Eros! I tried to scream out and when I opened my mouth to scream he shoved something in my mouth and taped it shut. Then he tied a rag over my eyes. I couldn't scream out for help, not that anyone would hear me, since most of my neighbors are deaf anyway, and I most certainly could not see a damned thing! I flung my hands up to try and remove the rag over my eyes. Then he had a grasp on my hands, he pushed my head to the table and yanked both of my hands behind my back and tied them in place. Gods help me! I was more then terrified. I felt my chair pulled back and he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder. My entire body was convulsing in fear as he turned around in a few circles before he started to walk. I was tossed into the trunk of a car and driven to only the gods know where. My eyes stung with tears and my throat ached for the silent screams I tried so hard to get to come out. Eventually, I passed out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I awoke unaware of the time. At first I did not remember what happened to me. Once I looked around and saw the dark walls, chain hanging from the ceiling and on the walls, not to mention circular hooks on the floor which I was sure chain or even rope could be what they were for, and strange scary furniture around, mixed with different kinds of whips and things I had never seen before hung on the walls. My gaze finally fell on myself. I was oh so clad in.... nothing but chains! A lump swelled up in my throat, I could not find my voice to scream. I would have opened my mouth but it was already open and I was still gagged. My body was lying against hard, smooth wood, propped up at an angle. My wrists were in some sort of cuff made of leather and attached to a ring, (slightly smaller than the rings on the floor, walls, and ceiling) on the wood; my ankles were done in the same fashion as my wrists. I had been kidnapped by a musty smelling man! I was scared to death at what he would do to me. I watched way too much TV on this kind of thing, all sorts of scenario's ran through my head of being raped and beheaded or even worse held captive and raped and tortured for the rest of my life, not being found and starving to death, oh mighty gods help me! Reality of it is, the gods are not and had nothing to do with it. I was there alone, without the gods, without another person. In my mind I was already a prisoner of my thoughts before this, now I really was a prisoner. I should have called my shrink and let him admit my stupid ass, because if I did I certainly would not be in this position right fucking now! My mind wandered here and there with random thoughts. I thought about the hot guy at work who would always flirt with me and I would pass him off. What I wouldn't give to get his number and call him right about now. Go out with him even. Then again after everything Eros and Aria brought out in me, I do not think just any man would be able to capture my heart as they once could have. I was a different woman now then I was only a week ago- before I met them. Before I had no interest in dating or even sex with someone, I was too buried in my work and with my school, trying hard to accomplish all of my goals. I had no time for anyone except my cat Hera. Come to think of it the Widow Smith really wasn't a nosy bitch; she was just showing her concern for the young unmarried woman she became to know. Mrs. Franklin seemed to be all right now too. She did make me laugh, I would love to hear them bickering over who to set me up with right about now. It seemed like I was in that dungeon of a place for hours, left alone with only my thoughts and the sight of all the horrifying things within the room. I heard a creaking sound, but saw no door. The door must be behind me to where I cannot see it. I heard faint foot steps. I took a deep breath and tried to close my eyes and pretend I was asleep. If I was asleep maybe the fucker would leave me be. If he did leave me alone, for how long would it last? I heard the sounds of chain clanging together, and the sound came closer to me. The chain wrapped around my neck, and pulled tight. I couldn't breathe! This is it he was going to kill me. I peed all over myself in terror. I tried to scream out but all that came out was muffled sounds. I felt like I was going to choke on my ball gag, but with the chain around my neck closing off my esophagus there was no way I could swallow it. You know how people say their entire life flashed before their eyes in the few minutes before they die? It does. My life whizzed by in my head, so many things I still wanted to do, I wanted to finish school and become the art historian I have been working so hard to become, I wanted to have babies, oh my gods my cat, my Hera! She's at home alone; she is going to starve to death! I felt my body go faint. It felt as if all the blood in my body ceased to flow. Even if I was not bound down to this thing I lay on, I surely would have no strength to fight him off. Even with strength he would out match me a hundred to one. Insanity washed over me, I began to hear things. I heard my mother call out to me, the Widow Smith scold me on what I was wearing out in public, I heard my Hera purring softly, I even heard Eros call out Cosi Bello V. How I wish he were here tormenting me now, instead of this fucking psychotic kidnapper that had me in the palm of his chains. I wanted to feel Aria's sharp nails dig into my back, only to rip down abruptly without warning. I would give anything to be back in the insanity they caused me in a day's time. Even on the brink of death, Eros clouded my mind.... Eros, he is who I wanted to be with. I wanted to be bound by him, I wanted to hate and enjoy the sweet tortures and pleasures he gave to me. Eros! I wanted to scream out. Even if I was not gagged, he was no where to hear me cry out for him. Instead the musty smelling man had chains wrapped around my neck. Darkness, nothingness, emptiness, and madness, this was it I was sliding out of this life and into the after life.