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Minotaur

By: apple3141



MINOTAUR: A dialogue concerning Adultery

{Thank you, CRaZy, for Voluntary Editing, and help with the sexy bits}

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The Proponents are:

Minotaur, an active Dominant and Sadist.

Socrates, a philosopher and a very, very cool Dude.

The narrator is Plato, a disciple of Socrates and his most fervent admirer. 

The nickname 'Minotaur' is taken from the Bull-Headed Monster who lurked in the labyrinth which was on the sub-basement level of the palace of Minos in Knossos,

Crete. Some say that the Minotaur was destroyed by Theseus, with the help of a very large ball of wool provided by the fair Ariadne; others, that its death was caused by the collapse of the palace upon its head, the ultimate cause being the huge earthquake which destroyed Knossos and, indeed, the Minoan civilisation. 

Part 1: The Dangers

Minotaur: Master, I have need of advice concerning bodily healing.

Socrates: Oh, Yes?

Minotaur: I have recently embarked upon a new and pleasurable sexual relationship. As you know, psychologically I am a Dominant and physically I am a Sadist. My new lover is female, submissive and masochistic.

Socrates: It sounds quite perfect.

Minotaur: Not quite perfect. She has a husband and two children by him.

Socrates: .....And?

Minotaur: In order to keep the husband ignorant of what is going on, we need to hide or remove the marks caused by our sexual, sadomasochistic play as effectively and quickly as may be.

Socrates: And how do such marks arise?

Minotaur: Our play is quite varied. The most prominent marks are the welts and lesions caused by caning and whipping. Then, there are the minor burns caused by

electric shocks and dripping molten wax, and the rope-burns caused by struggling while bound. Obviously, we have had to cool it as far as piercings are concerned.

Socrates: You seem to spend a lot of time indulging your *needs*. Do you obtain all this visible evidence in a single session?

Minotaur: Well, yes. But they are very long sessions. First of all, I begin with my submissive kneeling naked before me, her legs spread very wide so that all her glories are exposed to me. I am particularly fond of the dark tangled mass of hair that covers her mons. I usually try to include at least a few minutes of tugging and pulling at it till she cries for mercy. I love it when she becomes sticky and her white gleams of excitement cling to her pubic covering. It feels so...

Socrates: Man, you're red in the face and gasping for breath! Can I offer you a glass of water?

Minotaur: Yes, thank you.

Socrates: Back to the marks. They are all inflammations, are they not?

Minotaur: Oh yes. Yes they are. My submissive looks particularly beautiful after I have made her lie face down on the floor and lashed her buttocks with my goat hide whip. Not only do her ass-cheeks take on a splendid shade of purple, but a good whipping is extremely character building. 

Socrates: Steady on! With regard to your problem, you must look to the practices of the Physios attached to football, baseball and athletics teams. The primary remedy is the ice-bag. Then, you may have recourse to anti-inflammatory drugs. They should be ingested before the start of play. Unfortunately, those available over the counter are usually blended with an effective painkiller, which is the last thing you want!

Minotaur: Of course not! 

Socrates: I will have one of my disciples Google up a website for you, where you may order the nostrums that you need.

Minotaur: Thank you so much 

Socrates: Hold on a ding-bing minute! There is more, much more, to discuss.

Minotaur: There is?

Socrates: Verily. Let us discuss the ethics of your little peccadillo and of keeping it secret from the husband of your lover. You, too, have a prior attachment?

Minotaur:  By all means master. And yes, I am 'attached'.

Socrates: What justification can be found for her betrayal of her family, her breaking her solemn nuptial promises?

Minotaur: It is all down to the overiding importance of her sexual *needs* - to submit to a Master and to reach the sublime headspace through pain. When I am dripping a candle along the valley between her large, milk-filled breasts she is able to forget all else and concentrate only on pleasing Me, thus satisfying her own *needs* completely. Mine too.

Socrates: It has taken her a dozen years to find that out?

Minotaur: No, she maintains that she always knew, but thought she could conquer her *needs*, and do without. But, it turns out that 'missionary' twice a week

doesn't hack it for her. When she delicately probed her husband's opinions concerning kinks like hers, he thought she was joking, and in bad taste, at that. She has such a divine, succulent, juicy little cunt. It deserves so much more, than cock for two minutes on a Saturday night, after the discus throwing. 

Socrates: She doesn't want to leave him and settle down happily ever after with you? 

Minotaur: No. She claims she loves her husband and children and doesn't want to do anything to hurt them.

Socrates: She has already caused that hurt covertly. It will soon be overt, these things cannot be hidden for ever. Every husband knows what a wet, red, swollen

cunt portends. The smell of sex is unmistakable and distinctive, whether in situ or in soiled knickers.

Her husband will be hurt and angry to discover that he is a cuckold. The cuckold feels that he is deemed sexually inadequate, in frequency, quality, or even in the

dimensions of his equipment. This is a very serious insult. Javelins at 20 paces at dawn.

Minotaur: Now you mention it, I think that is the right description.

Socrates: An angry cuckold is a dangerous cuckold.

Minotaur: That is so true.

Socrates: Can I take it that he is not one of those unfortunate, undersized, needle-dicked men who have a need to be humiliated by cuckoldry?

Minotaur: You can take it that he is a large, well-hung, slightly aggressive man.

Socrates: The real reasons for her reluctance to be discovered in her adultery must be fear of the sanctions her husband is likely to impose upon her triflin' ass.

Minotaur: That, also, is true.

Socrates: Firstly, he will surely prevent her from seeing you again. Disregard of this prohibition will call down heavier sanctions.

Economic revenge is inevitable. He will cut up all her credit cards, keep their joint account depleted. She will have to wear last year's dresses and underwear. No smart restaurants, expensive vacations, whatever. In other words, no more Mr. Nice Guy.

Her sex-life will be gone, save for what she can rustle up with olive oil and a wooden dildo.

There will be harsh conditions for the continuance of the marriage. Noncompliance will cause the shit to hit the fan. That continuance is in any case only nominal, because the original marriage is, from the moment adultery is discovered, stone dead.

If things don't work out, and they won't, divorce will inevitably follow. The Judiciary is not very enlightened, it is inclined to disfavour adulterers; in Sadism/masochism cases, Judges are known to throw their toys out of their cots. 

Her chances of a nice settlement look very poor. Most likely the husband will get one hundred percent custody of their children, she will be allowed to visit only in the presence of a social worker. She will walk out of the house with the clothes on her back, a toothbrush, and her bag of Toys. Her reputation at the temple, with her parents, with her children, will be in ruins.

Still and all, she is lucky to be living in our decadent, wussy city-state. There are other states where Religious Morals Rule, O.K.! In these states, adulterous females are stoned to death. Amazingly, the mob contains as many females as males. The males bring the running victim down by throwing stones, the females mostly cream the fallen woman, using their stones as hammers. Homo Habilis, in action.

Minotaur: Ohhh. Are the women naked? 

Er... Since you mention it, those are the dangers.

Socrates: But not all the dangers. 

Minotaur: What next?

Socrates: Think! The husband's rage may be directed at you as much as at his wife.

Minotaur: O Zeus!

Socrates: Precisely. Being co-respondent in a notorious divorce action ain't going to do much for your own reputation, either. Hubby may not be without connections and resources. If he had his wife followed to establish the divorce case, he knows where you live. He may have access to a brace of Burly Persons who owe him a couple of favours, which can be purged by rearranging your face and kicking your ass. It is

to be hoped he has no Roman connections. They hand an adulterer over for 'collection' to the Mafia, who for a very reasonable fee will cut off his cock and

balls, stuffing them down his throat until he dies for want of air.

Minotaur: Holy Shit!

Socrates: Your own wife presently condones your off-Broadway play productions?

Minotaur: Yes. She says she doesn't want to have anything at all to do with kinky stuff and will I please keep it to hell and gone out of her bedroom.

Socrates: Yes, I see. However, consider that the cuckolded husband will probably take you to court to sue for alienation of his wife's affection. Such as it is. Is there not a sporting chance that he will win and soak you for many Drachmas?

Minotaur: I agree, there is a good chance.

Socrates: And if your wife's legal adviser becomes privy to this information, what will he do? 

Minotaur: Hmmm. I guess he will advise my wife that a serious decline in her standard of living may be imminent and that she should get as much gravy from me as possible, while the going is good, by suing for divorce.

Socrates: That is my prediction, also.

Minotaur: Oh but Socrates Sir, I wish you could feel the compulsive swelling in my groin when I have my cock pointed at the pretty little rosebud of her ass. I make her bend over the table with legs spread wide, then I secure her limbs to the table legs so that she is powerless. It makes me quiver even now just to think of it - my cock pointed at that tiny hole, the goosebumps all over her body, the whimpers coming out

of her throat...

Socrates: Restrain yourself, Dickhead! If you cum on my floor, you can wipe it up with your garment.

OK. That pretty well covers the *Practice of Adultery and the Consequences*. Now, how about the Ethics?

Part 2: Ethics

Socrates: What do we mean by adulterous behaviour?

Minotaur: Adulterous behaviour is sexual behaviour by one of a married Couple, with a Third Person, without the knowledge of the other partner in the marriage, in contravention of the solemn vows which were made when the marriage was ordained. 

Socrates: This Third Person, what can we say of him or her?

Minotaur: The sky's the limit. The Third Person can be older or younger, related or not, of any gender, race, class, or creed; whatever turns you on, baby. The Third Person usually has one or more sexual attributes valued by the Adulterer. The Third Person might, for example, have soft lips and an inviting, wet mouth which she wraps around the adulturer's cock. At first, she might just tease Him, flicking her tongue across the slit on his cockhead. Then she might slowly, ever so deliciously slowly, lower her mouth over the shaft till he feels himself being swallowed into her throat.

it is such a powerful feeling for Him, to have this girl at his mercy, where he could thrust long and hard and carelessly, ravaging her sweet throat with his passion. 

Socrates: You're at it again. Just answer the questions. 

Minotaur: Well, the Adulterer may be motivated by mere sexual boredom, by a Third Person who offers sexual equipment of more pleasing proportions. A female Adulterer could be attracted to a large cock. A Male Adulterer may seek out a woman who will be tight around his God-given equipment. 

Socrates: What other motives are there for adultery? Other than boredom and size of equipment?

Minotaur: Offers to perform sexual acts which may not be available to the Adulterer within the confines of the marriage bed. Such acts include, but are not limited to, fellatio, cunnilingus, anal intercourse, intercourse with a person of the same gender. Then, there is the gamut of heady sexual activities and techniques developed by de Sade and Count Masoch, and by their followers. 

The Third Person may not be directly involved in sexual acts with the Adulterer, merely providing whatever is needed for orgies, gang-bangs, and sexually trained animals for bestial sex-play. The animals commonly provided are male dogs and jackasses, for women, ewe sheep and nanny goats for men. Some authorities deny that fucking animals constitutes adultery; the jury is still out on that one.

Socrates: And Adulterers will risk their marriages, their assets, their lives and the lives of their children, just for this, for gratification of their fucking urges?

Minotaur: Amazing, isn't it? Unless the Adulterer is struck by a coup de foudre, and is in love, the adultery may be of short duration and remain undiscovered. 

Socrates: Falling in Love is a whole other ball-game (no pun intended). 

Minotaur: Would you please tell me, what has ethics to do with adultery? Where the level of interaction between Adulterer and Third Person remains at the emotional level of a one-night-stand and there is no flowering to a full relationship, what's the problem?

Socrates: Well, what you have been telling us about your own adultery far exceeds a one-night-stand, does it not? 

Minotaur: Yes, I guess it does.

Socrates: Perhaps we might borrow from the Guild of Barbers and Surgeons, their First Ethical Principle, which is, "First: do no Harm." Obviously, harm can arise if the Adulterer brings a nasty disease into the primary relationship. Where that is the Human Immuno-Deficiency Virus, the old saw, "the Wages of Sin is Death" is uncomfortably literal. Also, it is likely that, while the Adulterer is getting plenty of sex, the cuckold is going short; not life-threatening, but a Tort, nonetheless.

Minotaur: Would the Adulterer be right in thinking that his or her gain may be very great, whereas the cuckold's loss is very small?

Socrates: No. The Adulterer's view would be erroneous and self-delusional, a sop to the Adulterer's bad conscience. The ill-effects of Adultery devolve onto the Couple, rather than the individuals. 

Minotaur: Oh Yeah? So what about "The Couple"? 

Socrates: Marriage is not the only sacred relationship which is intended to, and can, last for the lifetime of the participants. There are Gay and particularly Lesbian relationships which are like that. There may be 'collared' relationships between a Dominant and a submissive which are like that. 

Minotaur: What is the point of forming a Couple? Apart from the obvious one of not having to walk very far or having to shell out cash whenever sex is required.

Socrates: The point of a Couple is that it can face the world more effectively than the individuals alone. In the case of marriage, a few thousands of years of

experience revealed that it provides the best environment for the procreation and nurturing of children.

Minotaur: But isn't the fashionable view of marriage that it is dysfunctional?

Socrates: Yes indeedy. But those views are most forcibly expressed by those whose agenda is to do away with marriage; they actively work to destroy it. 

Minotaur: But, Sir, the movies down at the amphitheatre show us many examples of marriages in which children are abused, and single parents such as film stars, who are positively angelic. Same goes for certain Gay and Lesbian Couples.

Socrates: You are not paying attention to the "Bell Curve". The distributions of merit overlap, of course. 

Minotaur: How do you mean, "Bell Curve"?

Socrates: "Men are taller than Women" - true or false? Well, on the whole, true. But many, many women are taller than some men. Check the distribution ("Bell")

curves. 

Minotaur: Ah, Yes.

Socrates: These various relationships, which we have already mentioned, have in common with marriage that the participants seek to make up an entity which is

more than just the sum of its parts. It should be stronger, more efficient economically and, well, happier than the individuals separately.

Minotaur: Yes, that is true. Is it then easy, or difficult, for two people to form an effective, long lasting, virtually indestructible Couple?

Socrates: It must be difficult. The success rate is not high, and falling. 

Minotaur: Given that it is such an attractive outcome, why do people fail?

Socrates: Lack of knowledge of the art of forming a Couple, and of maintaining it in good shape. No formal education is available, nor are there obvious good examples. It is tragic rather than amusing that marriage counsellors move in after the marriage has

failed rather than before it has begun. As for the mentors of the young: pop-idols, film stars, politicians, media personalities and the like, generally have rotten, disgusting personal lives. 

Minotaur: I see. But sometimes I just have this overwhelming *need* to take my subbie and humiliate her down at the temple of Aphrodite by allowing other men to engage in depraved acts with her while I masturbate, gaining satisfaction in watching

her ritual lack of power, and having my own voyeuristic fantasies fulfilled. Oh, it is a marvellous sight to watch one's subbie being simultaneously fucked by two well-toned boxers, one in her ass and one in her cunt whilst I prepare to cream all over her milky

chest. 

Socrates: Watch it. This neither the time nor the place for wet dreams.

Clearly, the Educational system issues instructions for sexual coupling, but that's it. The young (and, I suspect, their teachers) leave the GYMNASIUM knowing nothing of the successful Couples of history, such as the Romans Damon and Pythias (MM), the Franks Abelard and Heloise (MF) or our very own Poet Sappho and her friends (FF). Moreover, the young have misconceptions and false expectations regarding The Couple, both prescriptions for failure. 

Minotaur: And those misconceptions and expectations are...?

Socrates: I will take marriage as my example. I am sure you are familiar with the preamble to the Form of Service for Marriage?

Minotaur: Yes. It states that Marriage is an Honourable Estate and that it is ordained for the purpose of procreation and raising of children.

Socrates: Quite so. And what does it say of sex?

Minotaur: Well, covertly it says that God granted the pleasures of sex for the mutual comfort of the Couple, in what can be a difficult situation.

Socrates: There you have the biggest misconception then. Marriage a la mode seems to be about sexual gratification as the principal purpose of a relationship, not as an adjunct to its successful maintenance. An expectation arises, which is that a happy sex life will ensure a generally happy life.

Minotaur: So: 

- A Couple is formed to enhance the life-possibilities of the two individuals.

- Sex is only an adjunct which eases the task of preservation of the Couple. It may be the most important adjunct (that depends on the Couple) but it is NOT the primary

objective.

- It is far from easy to form a Couple successfully.

- It is easy to destroy a Couple.

Socrates: I could not have put it better, myself.

Minotaur: Therefore, Adultery is to be deprecated because of its ill-effects upon the Couple? 

Socrates: That is about the size of it.

Minotaur: Whoa! If the Couple as an entity is damaged or destroyed, does it not follow that the Adulterer suffers a loss as much as the cuckold?

Socrates: Now you're cookin' with gas!

Minotaur: What can we say about the Ethics of Adultery Condoned?



Minotaur



Ellie got in at her usually stop and took the seat available on the left side of the bus. Every evening she got off from work and walked the short distance to the bus stop to catch the 7:12 bus to Whitehawk, Old Village. This was her daily routine ever since she started working as a personal assistant at the offices of Baumford Stationary Supplies Corp, less than two months ago. She was thankful for her job even though she thought of her boss as a bit of a sexist prick that never seemed to run out of excuses to stop at her desk and stare down her blouse, kind of like the young man standing next to her was doing right now, she noticed. 

There were still a few vacant seats left and no decent excuse for the man to be standing next to Ellie. She looked up at him busy as he was gawking at her cleavage. The guy gave off a creepy vibe- pasty white skin, ratty brown hair and dull gray eyes behind thick glasses clumsily perched low on his nose. The weather had gotten warmer and yet he wore a trench coat, suspiciously buttoned up even though he appeared to be sweating profusely under it. She looked at him sternly. That usually did the trick, but this guy was either too preoccupied with his ogling or he was pretending not to notice her discomfort with the attention he was paying her.

Being a bit "top heavy" as some people liked to describe her, Ellie was used to her chest drawing attention. As a teen her tits made her awkward as she tried to hide her curves in baggy, oversized clothes that made her look dumpy. But by the time she completed high school she had figured out that her large breasts gave her an advantage over other girls that were smarter and better than her in many ways. Ever since her discovery she made sure to dress in fitted or scooped neck tops that displayed her assets to their full advantage. People liked to look at her body, though most were discrete about it; a few were obvious but none as obvious as the man who appeared to be literally drooling over her. 

Ugh! Even the douche pretends to read the document on my desk whenever he hovers around. 

The douche was the nickname Ellie had given her boss. It's how she referred to him in her thoughts, never out loud though. 

Fed up with the guy's behaviour she stood up. "Excuse me," she said to the man forcing him to step aside for her. She moved to a vacant seat further back in the bus and sat down next to an old lady who smiled and nodded at her. 

Maybe now the pig will get it. 

The bus halted and more people got in. The man took the opportunity to move to the back of the bus himself and stand beside Ellie where he once again continued to stare away at her chest failing to note the annoyance on her face. 

As crowded as the bus was now, no one appeared to take note of the man's rudeness. Even the old lady sitting beside Ellie looked like she was taking a nap. She saw no choice but to try and simply tune out the pervert like the rest of the commuters. Reaching into her handbag she took out her headphones, plugged them into her phone, pulled up her playlist and closed her eyes. A few minutes of listening to her favourite singers helped her forget all about the annoying man near her. 

She opened her eyes when she felt a gentle nudging on her right. 

"Excuse me, young lady..." 

It was the old lady sitting beside her. It looked like she was ready to get off. Ellie gave her way to pass and expected the pervert to try and squeeze past her so he could sit next to her but he didn't. Instead he stepped aside to allow another woman to take the seat. 

"Thank you," said the lady as she took her seat. Ellie looked up and saw that the man was back to staring.

Sheesh! At this rate his eyeballs are gonna to pop out like Will E Coyote. 

Her irritation with him continued to mount as the stops rolled by. Fortunately they were only two more left for her stop. 

When it was finally time for her to get off the man didn't give her much room to pass so she had to brush past him. That's when he finally made eye-contact with her. His dull vacant eyes staring into hers unnerved her more than any other thing he had done so far. She shrugged it off as she got off the bus to walk to her home. 

*****

Ellie got off work as usual the next day and waited for her bus. She had made an excursion to the bookstore located at the corner of where she worked during her lunch break to pick up the latest offering from her favourite author. She was excitedly looking forward to cracking the book open on the journey home. 

She shuffled to the back of the bus and took the corner seat in the last row so her reading pleasure wasn't interrupted by anyone during the journey. In her eagerness to get to her book she failed to notice the dull eyes staring at her as soon as she entered. She didn't even pay attention when the person came and sat beside her. The novel was a thriller that hooked in the reader from page one. She was on the edge of her seat swiftly turning page after page as she devoured the story.

The driver braked suddenly forcing the commuters to lunge forward in their seats. As Ellie settled back into place she noticed for the first time the man seated to her left. He didn't smile awkwardly in recognition or respond in any manner. 

Course not; coz that would've been the normal thing to do, you creep.  

She tried to return to her novel but found herself too distracted by the presence of the creepy guy next to her. Something about him seemed off. He didn't come across as one of those awkward young men who behaved oddly around women they found attractive because they were lacking in social graces. She'd dated her share of shy young men to know the difference. For once she wished she dressed more conservatively in public so she wouldn't feel as exposed as she did under his scrutiny. 

Giving up on her book altogether she slammed it shut and put it away. For the rest of the journey she stared outside the window trying to ignore the boor. Just before her stop arrived he stood up to leave. Ellie sighed in relief as she saw the man get swallowed up by the crowd as he made his way to the exit. She wanted nothing more than to get home and unwind with a glass of wine and her book to put this creepy encounter behind her. 

*****

It was Friday, a day when Ellie usually headed home later than usual as she stopped by the supermarket close to work to pick up any supplies she may have need for over the weekend. She was still fairly new to the city and had yet to make the kind of close friends she had back home, which meant that she usually ended up spending her weekends at home. 

Her house was a modest single storey bungalow on the outskirts of the city. The place had never been lived in so it needed some work done. It wasn't ideal but it was all she could afford. She ended up spending her free time in home improvement tasks. Ideally she would've flirted with some handyman type to get this sort of thing taken care of, but, she didn't appear to have too many neighbours and they were scattered. 

There were a few Fridays when Ellie would head to the bar down the street from her office to join her co-workers for drinks. However, she soon learnt that her boss just became more of a prick outside the workplace and she didn't want to risk her job because of an awkward moment outside of work. 

It was close to nine o'clock when she finally arrived at the stop with two bags filled with groceries. She struggled to get in with her bags as stepped into the crowded bus and instantly regretted dawdling about the supermarket instead of rushing home immediately. 

At least, I won't see that creep again, she consoled herself.  

She didn't have to juggle her bags for too long. An entire group of kids got up at once, leaving several seats vacant. She jumped at the one nearest to her and had barely set her bags down when she felt another presence near her. 

Fuck! It's that creep. 

Is he stalking me? Hmmm...

No, unlikely. He wouldn't have known where to begin. 

Still, creepy- as fuck- coincidence. 

She tried to avoid looking at him or his dead fish eyes. He sat beside her quietly. He hadn't actually done anything so far other than stare at her tits. She sat with her eyes closed determined to ignore him till it was time for one of them to get off. 

Ellie was wearing a white silk blouse that complimented her tan nicely. The neckline was modest compared to most of the tops she possessed, however the fabric was sheer enough to display the top half of her globes sticking out of the demi cup satin bra she was wearing. She knew if she walked with an extra bounce in her step sometimes an errant nipple would naughtily peek out. She hoped this was not one of those times as she could feel his eyes boring into her.

She enjoyed showing off her body and she knew she had the reputation of being a cock-tease back home for it because she rarely, if ever, gave the men what they wanted. She enjoyed the power she felt over the men turning them into drooling creatures who would do anything she asked for. But, this guy didn't seem to care for her at all; it was plain objectification and it made her uncomfortable.

Ugh! This is really annoying. But, it's not like the perv's even doing anything.  

She watched as he simply sat there staring at her chest. He had his trench coat open and Ellie was amazed he wasn't naked underneath. Looking at the front of his pants, he didn't even appear excited.

All that staring and no wood? Either I'm losing my touch or that's one wee willy.  

She took another look at him.

Yup, teeny, tiny pecker for sho. 

Probably why you can't talk to women anymore, eh? 

Grew tired of them laughin' at your stub, dintcha? 

Mmmhmm. 

She was so amused by the thought she didn't even realise when it was time for her to get off. By the time she was walking home she was giggling out loud thinking about the pathetic little man she had encountered on the bus. 

Looking forward to the weekend she was engrossed in making mental plans, which may be why she never noticed him till she turned into a dark corner near her home. For the first time she became aware of the footsteps close on her heels. The faster she moved the closer they sounded. She turned and started to panic when she saw the pervert from the bus following her.

"What the-"

She reached into her bag for the bottle of mace she kept in there and as she got ready to spray him, she took note of the bags he was holding before him.

"You-you left these." He said while handing her the bags. 

"Oh!" She sighed in relief. She had been so preoccupied with the guy while alighting that she had forgotten all about the two bags of groceries she put down while in the bus. She quickly put away the mace and took the bags from him, embarrassed for being so wrong about the guy.

"Thank you so much."

"Gabriel-Gabriel. My name's Gabriel." He said putting his hand forward.

Gosh I must make him nervous. Poor guy won't stop stuttering.  

She carefully balanced the bags in one hand as she took his hand.

"Thank you Gabriel. I'm Ellie."

"Eliel-Ellie, that-that's a pretty name."

He took a hold of her hand and shook it firmly.

"Thank you," she said trying to retrieve her hand but it was difficult as he was now clasping it with both of his hands as he continued to shake it away.

"Very pretty, you are very pretty."

"Thank you, again." She said finally managing to yank her hand away. "It's late I really should be going now."

"Yes, yes of course-course. Buh-bye pretty Ellie." 

He simply stood there as she hurriedly took off. She felt rattled by how he had held on to her hand. Not once during their brief exchange did he smile at her, instead he had maintained his expressionless expression throughout. She remembered the way he spoke, how he avoided eye contact. 

Wait a minute. Could he be autistic? 

She had never interacted with a person with autism before but some of Gabriel's behaviours appeared to match with what she read about it. He was a little different for sure, is that what she was picking up as a creepy vibe, she wondered. She was inside her home by then. 

Ellie was busy in the kitchen putting the perishables away when the doorbell rang. She didn't have friends but she did have a neighbour across the street that sometimes dropped by in the evening for a cup of tea and some commiseration. But Martha never came by this late. She wondered who it could be as she drew the curtain aside to take a look at who it was.

That's odd. Could've sworn the porch light was on. 

"Who's there?" She called out. It was dark and difficult to make out who was standing on the other side of the door.

There was no response, instead the person began to furiously pound on the door.

"Who is it? Who are you? What do you want?" Ellie yelled, panicking. She remembered that her phone was in her bag which was currently sitting on top of her kitchen counter. She ran back towards the kitchen and halted in her tracks when the pounding stopped all of a sudden. 

She strained her ears to try and pick up on any sound, but, all she could hear in the silence was her own breathing. She tiptoed to the kitchen, considering her alternatives. Running outside wouldn't help as she didn't own a car and the nearest occupied home was at least a hundred feet away. Plus she had no way of knowing how many people were outside at the moment trying to break into her home. She didn't want to risk running straight into one of them. The best course of action it appeared was for her to call the cops and lock herself in the bedroom till they arrived. 

She grabbed her bag and rushed into the master bedroom slamming the door shut behind her and dragged one of the two armchairs to barricade the door. A quick check ensured that the two double hung windows were locked before she drew the curtains shut. She switched off the bedroom lights and crouched low on the ground before finally pulling her phone out to dial the cops.

"Dammit!" She exclaimed when the call wouldn't connect. Biting her tongue she hit redial. When the call still wouldn't connect, she checked her phone display.

Shit! 

Her phone had no reception. She couldn't understand why, she'd never had problem with reception before and yet at the moment there wasn't even a single signal bar on her display screen. She tried again in vain. Even moving closer to the window did nothing. It was really odd. 

Fuck! 

She began to hyperventilate. It looked like she had no way of getting help, which meant that she would need to be prepared to deal with the problem herself. She didn't own a gun and wouldn't know how to handle one even if she did. The kitchen had some knives but to do any damage with a knife would require her to get close to whoever was trying to get in, something she was trying to avoid at the moment. 

Calm the fuck down! 

Okay now, deep and calming breaths.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Nice and calm. 

When she managed to calm herself down it struck her that she hadn't heard anything outside for a while now. She wondered if she may have over-reacted, but, preferred to err on the side of caution. After staying huddled in the dark for around fifteen odd minutes with no sound of any activity on the outside she figured that she had indeed jumped the gun. 

Ellie stood up and switched on the lamp on the nightstand. She sat on her bed and checked the phone. There was still no signal. She waited for a few minutes before she decided it was safe to step outside the bedroom. She moved the chair she used to block the door and unlocked it. She had barely taken a step out of the bedroom when she felt something make contact with the back of her head. She put her hand to the spot- it felt wet. She was struggling to focus on her surroundings at this point. She brought her hand in front of her eyes and observed her fingers were stained with some reddish coloured sticky substance. Then the lights went out.

*****

She blinked her eyes open. Her head was pounding and her vision was blurry. She tried to look around but the movement made her head hurt even more. She shut her eyes once more and tried to calm herself.

Deep breaths, girl. Calm down and then figure out what the fuck is going on.

Inhale.

Exhale. 

Opening her eyes slowly this time she found herself lying on the floor outside her bedroom. She tried to get up but the movement made her head hurt. Nothing seemed out of place. She reached back to feel her head. This time there was no sticky fluid. The bleeding must've stopped. 

How did I end up with a bleeding head?

Did I hit my head against something... or slip and fall? 

Best take a look at it. 

She pressed the sides of her head to help alleviate the pounding as she pulled herself up to go to the bathroom. There was a basic first-aid kit under the sink which would have something to clean and patch the wound. 

She found it hard to focus and was too shaky to walk steadily. She took off her shoes hoping it would help make things a little easier. Staggering the few steps to her bathroom, she was amused to watch her reflection in the large mirror dominating the wall behind the sink. Her hair was slightly mussed up, gait unsteady, face flushed and nipples poked out of her bra. 

So, this is what I must look like when I'm drunk. 

She leaned closer to the mirror and tried to get a look at the back of her head in vain. She grabbed the counter as she bent to open the cabinet below the sink.

"Mother fucker!" She screamed from the pain brought on by the sudden movement of her head. Holding her head still, she slowly reached into the cabinet and pulled out the box with the first-aid supplies. 

Ellie settled the box on the counter and opened the sink faucet; she gingerly lowered her head under the water stream with the intention of cleaning the wound out. When she was satisfied that it was clean enough she used one of the hand towels to press it against the back of her head. She stood in that position for a few minutes observing her reflection in the mirror.

"This is whatchu get for being so paranoid." She reprimanded herself. 

She set the towel aside and opened the first-aid box to take out the tube of Neosporin. She leaned forward and squeezed the anti-biotic ointment in the general direction of the wound. Since she couldn't see where it was landing she made sure she emptied the contents of the tube on her head. She was still a little dizzy and thought it prudent to get the wound examined right away. 

Oh well, best call a cab then. Now, where's my phone? 

She cursed and fumbled her way across her house to retrieve her phone from the bedroom. She remembered sitting on the bed with the phone in her hand the last time she'd used it. That was before she ventured out of the bedroom and hit her head. But at the moment she could see no sign of it on the bed.

Where the fuck is it? 

"It has to be here." she assured herself out loud. 

Did I drop it? 

She dropped to the floor and groaned in agony from having moved too fast. She looked under the bed but it wasn't there. She checked the nightstand and her bag which was neatly kept on the chest of drawers. The phone appeared nowhere in sight. She was pretty certain that the phone never left the bedroom.

"So where is it?" She scrunched her eyebrows in worry.

*Buzz-buzz-buzz*

She followed the buzzing sound to the nightstand drawer and opened it to find her phone inside. She stared at the buzzing phone in shock because this was not the ringtone she was currently using for her phone. The call display didn't show the number of the person calling. 

"Hello?"

Silence.

"Hel-loh?"




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When there was no response she stayed silent too certain she could hear someone or something.

"I can hear you breathing you know. Why won't you just talk?"

There was still no response. Ellie disconnected the call and tried the local cab service. She needed to get to a hospital. The call connected, she heard a ring before the call abruptly dropped. She looked at the phone and saw that once again there was no network coverage. Considering she was just on the phone, it was really odd for the signal to disappear especially since she hadn't moved an inch since the call came in. 

Almost as if the signal was jammed. 

She was no longer certain if she was just being paranoid or if someone was actually messing with her. It made her angry to think that someone was in her house, playing mind games with her.

"What the fuck in hell do you want?" She screamed in no particular direction. She spun around to prepare herself for her would-be assailant but only ended up clutching her head in distress. 

*Buzz-buzz-buzz*

Her phone set off in her palm making her jump.

"Hello?" She squeaked.

This time she could hear the distinct sound of panting. It took her a few seconds to realise it was coming from her.

"Hello? Who's there?"

"Hello? Who's there?" It was faint but sounded like her echo on the call. But that could only mean one thing.

Dammit! They're here, inside. 

She slowly backed away towards a corner, staying alert for any movement. 

"Who are you? What do you want?" she asked loudly.

"Who are you? What do you want?" she heard a feeble echo on the phone. She disconnected and dialled the police. Once again, the call was abruptly dropped.

"Stop fucking with me you asshole and show yourself!" She yelled in frustration. She didn't have a plan for what she would do when they showed themselves, neither was she armed in any way, but, she was growing tired of the mind games and wanted to just get whatever this was over with.

Suddenly the air surrounding her grew foggy. Ellie coughed as she inhaled the white smoke. Just before she passed out she saw the outline of a person wearing a gas mask. 

*****

Ellie opened her eyes with a start struggling to breathe. She felt like she was drowning. She shook her head and tried to raise it above the water just so she could breathe- it hurt like hell when she did it but it couldn't be helped. She had no idea what time of the day it was but it was bright, too bright making it harder to keep her eyes open. Then she got hit by another wave. She tried to move her hands and feet to swim but struggled. For the first time she realised that she couldn't move. 

What's wrong with my legs? 

She couldn't manage to open her eyes enough to check what was happening. Her legs felt numb and try as much as she would, she couldn't move them. For that matter she couldn't move her hands much either. Just as she opened her eyes she was hit by another crashing wave of water. The weird thing was that she didn't feel like she was submerged in water. She racked her brains to recall the last distinct memory she had of her whereabouts. 

In the bedroom... the fog... a man. 

It was returning to her in bits and pieces. As much as it hurt her she shook her head and opened her eyes. She was in her bathroom. She looked down at herself- she was bound to one of the dining chairs. Her skirt was raised high and her legs spread apart so that they were positioned just behind the forelegs of the chair and tied to them while he arms were restrained behind the chair. She couldn't tell what was used as binding, only that there was enough slack to draw her fists till her knees, but no further.

With her chest sticking out and her legs spread, even though she still had her clothes on, she felt exposed and vulnerable. And her head still hurt like hell. She watched as a person approached her with a bucket in hand and forcefully tossed its contents on her. She gagged and struggled to draw air, gulping in water instead. She was soaked to the bone now.

"Plea-please, stop it." She pleaded with her attacker. "I can't breathe." 

The person stood and watched her in silence. She couldn't make out his face as he stood in the shadows, but, she could discern it to be a man. He put the bucket down and kicked it away. She sighed in relief, glad for the reprieve. She waited for his next move but it didn't come in; he stood absolutely still. 

She was starting to feel cold. "What, what do you want?" she asked shivering a little and conscious of her pink nipples scrunched up and poking out through the wet fabric of her sheer top. Given her situation she knew that compliance would be her best option now. She tried to mentally prepare herself to play along with whatever demands he would make of her. But there were none, only silence. 

"Why are you doing this? If you want something, just tell me. There is no need to hurt me." She tried to reason with her captor. 

Still no response, just an unwavering stare. Maybe, it would be better to appeal to the man's sense of compassion she thought.

"Look, I'm hurt. You can check my head, you'll see... I need to get to a hospital- make sure I'm okay."

Still nothing. 

She tried to focus on his clothes to see if they offered any clue about who he could be. But there wasn't anything significant or remarkable about them.

"Please, let me go to the hospital... At least tell me what is it you want? I'll do whatever you ask, just let me go."

She watched as the man silently rubbed the front of his pants. His movements were slow and deliberate, not rushed in any way. He was watching her and rubbing himself. If her head didn't hurt the way it currently did, Ellie had to admit that there was something extremely erotic about being exposed to man in this manner.

Well, if he's just going to watch and rub himself, I have no problem with this. 

But then he stopped. Staying in the shadows he moved around and got behind her. She craned her head to see what he was doing but it hurt her head too much, so she gave up. 

"What the-"

She was caught by surprise as her vision was impaired by a piece of cloth tied round her eyes. He moved swiftly so that he already had the blindfold securely in place before she could process what was happening.

She could no longer see him. Fortunately, his breathing was loud and ragged and gave her an indication of where he might be- which at the moment felt really close to her. She could feel him breathing near the joint of her neck and shoulder. Because she was wet she felt goose bumps rise on her skin as she felt his warm breath tickle her skin leaving her nipples almost painfully erect.

And he hasn't even touched me yet! 

She heard him move and felt a tugging on her skirt. She didn't understand what he was doing till she heard the ripping sound and knew that her skirt was most likely shredded. She could feel the cool air against her wet panty. She tried to close her legs together in vain, as they were secured in place. 

At least he won't suspect the real reason my panty's this wet.  

"Ah!"

She was taken aback by the tingling sensation caused by his warm breath against the cool wet skin of her inner thigh. She heard him sniffing and was mortified at the idea that he could perhaps sniff her arousal. She tried once more, instinctively, to shut her legs. 

She felt a tugging on her blouse followed by a ripping sound again. She sat heaving bound to the chair, with her skirt and blouse ripped in the centre, leaving her exposed. Her nipples had escaped her bra long ago and now sat puckered and pink sticking out invitingly from the cream coloured satin bra she was still wearing. Her tiny matching cream coloured panty was rendered transparent from all the water it had absorbed, and clearly showed the dark pubic hair covering her mound. 

He was close; she could tell because she could hear his uneven breathing and feel the warmth from his body. The anticipation of his next move left her feeling anxious. She couldn't tell if he intended to just play with her or hurt her. Not being able to see while sitting bound and exposed only served to heighten her fears. 

"Please let me go. I won't tell anyone what happened here. Just let me go." She tried appealing afresh.

She heard him moving and then her blindfold was off. She blinked her eyes to adjust to the harsh light. She watched as a gag was stuffed into her mouth and the blindfold tied to her mouth this time. The fabric cut the corners of her mouth and secured the gag in place making it hard for her to utter anything other than garbled sounds. 

He walked around from behind her and stood about ten paces ahead. She gasped as she watched him slowly turn around to face her.

What the hell is that? 

She thought she was hallucinating because in the light the man appeared to have the face of a bull with horns rising above his dark head. She had to blink her eyes a few times and it was only when he moved that she could tell he was wearing the mask of a bull. The guy didn't look like he was much taller than her but he was broad and there was something menacing about his manner even in the way he simply stood before her observing her.

The man moved slowly towards her and for the first time she noticed the piece of steel in his hand; she identified it as one of her kitchen knives. He approached her flaunting the knife in his right hand, prominently displaying it as he loomed over her. He brought the knife close to her face and held it against her skin. She screamed in fear but the gag effectively rendered her mute. She watched him in horror from the corner of her eye as he ran the tip of the blade against her cheek.

Ellie's body wracked in sobs as she was no longer able to hold back the tears. She tightly closed her eyes shut and clenched her fists as she waited for the pain that never came. After a few moments, of what felt like an eternity to her she opened her eyes and saw him simply standing there with the knife pressed against her face. His focus seemed to be fixated on her heaving chest. She watched a tongue dart out of the mask and lick the bull's painted on lips and teeth suggestively.

The man leisurely dragged the knife lower- across her jaw line and then across her collar bone before making its way down to her chest. He was gentle enough not to break the skin but used enough force that she could feel the point of the knife wherever it made contact. Inhaling sharply she held her breath willing herself absolutely still lest the delicate balance be upset and the knife pierce into her flesh.

In the blink of an eye he slipped the knife into the shoulder of her blouse. Before she could flinch he had ripped apart the left sleeve of her blouse. He pushed aside the shredded remains and did the same to the right sleeve as well. Not once did she feel his hands at all, only the cool steel. He stepped back with his hand under his chin as if to admire his handiwork.

It took her a few minutes to bring her breathing back to normal. He had startled her when he suddenly used his knife making her inadvertently empty her bladder. She sat with her head hung in shame certain he could see the distinct golden puddle on the white tiled floor beneath her. While she normally enjoyed being admired or lusted after by men, this man was scaring her so far.

Soundlessly he approached her again, knife still in hand. He stepped behind her and let his fingers trail up her bare arms. He must've pocketed the knife because she could feel both his hands. She shivered and felt the goose pimples pop on her arms from the contact. His finger tips felt calloused and teased her skin in a way that made her vaginal walls clench. She held her breath and clenched her fist again- this time to steel herself against the pleasurable sensations. 

Continuing to stroke her arms he leaned into the joint of her neck. She felt his tongue draw her earlobe into his hot wet mouth and she heard him groan. The first sound she had heard from him. It was a deep, rumbling sound that stirred something within her. Under different circumstances she would've really enjoyed these sensations but right now her fear was the primary emotion running through her.

Abruptly he stopped and left the room. When he didn't return a few minutes later, she hoped he left for good. She tried shuffling her feet to drag the chair along with her but the way she was tied made any movement difficult. She tugged at her bonds and found them to be unyielding. It began to sink in that if the man didn't return she could most likely end up dying bound to the chair. 

Not like I'm expecting someone or like someone's likely to drop by to check on me if I go missing.  

Immersed in imagining all the worst case scenarios, she didn't immediately notice when he re-entered the bathroom. She didn't even notice when he plugged the garden hose and the adapter to the spigot. She only noticed him a second before she felt the water hit her. 

The man held the hose and directed the stream to strike her in the chest first. The water stung her skin, leaving it bright red. He aimed the nozzle at her crotch next and continued to assault her with the water till she felt her privates go numb from overstimulation. He finally hit her squarely in the face, making her choke on her own spit as she struggled to breathe. He dropped the hose and turned off the water before walking up to her once again. 

Ellie's body was slumped with her head hung before her. The strands of her hair clumped together and stuck to her face. Her head was throbbing all over while her arms felt like they were going numb. 

At least my lips aren't dry anymore. She thought dryly. 

She noticed him advancing and braced herself for whatever was going to come next. She watched him squat before her and level his head with hers. The bull face though a mask terrified her. She couldn't see the eyes or the mouth of the human concealed by the mask. She snapped her head up and away when she saw him draw the knife out again. 

The bull faced man watched her eyes go wide in fear as he placed the blade of the knife flat against her sternum. All the crying and water torture had resulted in her make-up being washed away, which left her face looking fresh and pink. Some of her dark hair was stuck to her face, hiding it partially from him. He would have none of that. He gently plucked at the strands- careful not to make contact with her skin- and pushed them away behind her ears. 

The man shifted his focus back to the knife in his right hand. He gave the knife a 90 degree twist so that edge of the blade pressed against the fabric of her bra and began to slide it back and forth in her cleavage evocatively. With a flick of his wrist she watched him slice through the centre of the bra. The cups separated with a bounce but continued to cling to her breasts moulded as they were to them. 

"Tsk-tsk." He shook his head.

She hitched her breath as he felt the blade make contact with the soft underside of her right breast and heaved in relief when all he did was push the cup away. He repeated the action with the left one as well. She heard him sigh as he shifted his weight to his heels to lean back and admire her breasts. She watched his tongue dart out again. And she shivered knowing what he was imagining. She wasn't certain yet of what he planned to do to her but one thought stuck out clearly,

Sick fuck sure likes to take his time.  

*****

The man didn't do anything but just sit on his haunches for some time staring at her. She watched him for any movement or any sign of anything but grew tired after a while. She leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes. She was just beginning to drift off when she felt something graze against the tender skin of her thigh. She watched him drag the knife's point gently across her skin. She closed her eyes, choosing not to watch what she knew was coming next. She felt a tug on her panty and knew it would soon join the rest of her pile of shredded clothing. 

The man tossed aside her panty and placed his hands on her knees. His hold was gentle but firm enough that it would've been enough to stay them if they weren't already secured in place. He pressed his calloused fingertips against the inside of her thigh as he slid his hands upwards towards her pubes. She was one of those women that never quite got with the trend of keeping a bald pussy like an underage girl. 

The tingling could not be helped. In fact it felt good and if she wasn't gagged he would have heard her soft moan. She felt his head move closer to her groin, his warm breath teasing her further. Her nipples were achingly hard in need of attention but his focus was on the juices leaking out of her pussy. He inhaled her scent before he stuck his tongue out to taste her.

Ellie held her breath to suppress the urge to moan as her body responded to him. He gently lapped away her juices while his fingers played with her skin. She longed to touch her clit but had no way of communicating her need to him. The horns of his mask grew upwards and threatened to pierce her face with one false move. She struggled to move away from them even as she writhed about the chair trying to direct his mouth to her clit. 

He must've sensed what she was trying to do. He stopped, stood up and drew back. His mask covered his expression but she imagined he looked smug as he watched her yielding to his advances. Her skin was hot and she felt a bit flustered. She pulled at her bonds trying to break free so she could scratch his face.

"Asshole!" 

The expletive was lost in the gag but he noticed her agitation and guessed her response. He chuckled. 

Yep, definitely an asshole! 

He left the bathroom once more and returned a few minutes later with a small container. She recognised the box that she used to keep her clothespins and wondered what he planned to do with them. The man knelt before her once again and set the box near her feet. He made a great show of it as he held one of the large wooden clothespins before her face and snapped it open and then shut. 

She was unable to guess his intent till he grabbed one of her nipples and tugged on it, eliciting a harsh moan from her. He continued to pull on the turgid piece of flesh as he clamped the clothespin around the base of the nipple. She was surprised that the sensation was not at all painful as she may have thought it would be; it almost felt numb and a relief compared to the ache from a few moments ago. Unconsciously she nodded towards her other nipple as if to indicate that he shouldn't neglect the other. He tilted his head upwards so that she could see him smile before he obliged.

Once again he drew back to watch her reactions. She was growing tired. The day was taking a physical and emotional strain on her. She longed to stretch out on her soft bed and drift off to sleep. She hung her head and closed her eyes trying to imagine that it was just what she was doing now. She was roused by the sound of the cabinet opening- he appeared to be searching for something. She watched him take out her electric toothbrush. 

The man pressed the button a few times as if testing its condition. Satisfied, he approached her brush in hand. He knelt before her chair once more and tested the brush again. She sighed wondering what kind of devilry was to follow next. 

The man lightly touched the brush to her labia. The sensation made her squeak and become alert. Then he flicked the switch on and touched the brush to her clit. Some moments ago she wanted him to pinch her clit but now she needed him to stop. The bristling, vibrating brush was proving to be too much for her sensitive clit. She felt the desire to pee build within- a sign that her body was ready to climax. She clenched her fists anticipating a surge but was left grinding her teeth instead- he'd switched it off.




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She could feel the brush against her clit but no movement. Her labia was still buzzing and she knew she just needed a little bit to push her over the cliff. But he denied her the pleasure. Backing away slowly, he enjoyed the sight of her thrashing about, pulling at her bonds- her beautiful breasts clamped- in frustration. He couldn't hear the words but he could tell that she was cursing him, her lovely long neck straining as her vocal chords tried to overcome the gag. 

He waited till she made eye contact with him to touch the front of his trousers, for the first time drawing attention to the bulge inside. It didn't look like much. In fact she wouldn't have even noticed it, if it weren't for the rubbing and his stance- standing with his pelvis thrust out towards her. 

Another short stack perv! 

She closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down. She hadn't figured out his endgame yet but it was clear he planned to torture her by teasing her and using her body's responses against her. She tried to order herself to a state of calm. When she opened her eyes she saw he was unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were slow and drawn out. It wasn't rhythmic in any way and yet it felt like a striptease. 

The bull faced man parted his shirt open giving her a glimpse of the broad muscular chest inside, generously covered in brown hair. She watched in a daze as the muscles of his arms rippled while he pulled the shirt off his body. Once again she thought about how seductive this would've been if not for the whole home invasion and binding her part of it. 

He neatly folded his shirt before he set it aside. He then unbuckled the belt of his pants. He appeared to gently tug on it and yet the belt swished out of the loops before it hung helplessly in his hand. Holding the ends of the belt in each hand he walked behind her. She felt his tongue dart out to lick away the beads of sweat on her neck. With a start he brought his arms forward placing the belt below her breasts and proceeded to buckle it behind the chair. 

He moved around to watch the result. Ellie sat in the chair with her arms glued to her sides by the belt that bound her to the backrest of the chair. Her breasts swelled out and over the constricting piece of leather. He must've liked what he saw because he rubbed himself some more. He pushed his crotch closer to her face so that even through his pants she could smell him and bewilderingly, she thought, she didn't find it disgusting.

He took off his shoes and socks and set them aside before he unbuttoned his jeans. She noticed that it was one of the old school styles with the button fly instead of a zipper. She tried to think of any person she may have known who wore such pants but drew a blank. Then as if he'd forgotten something he shook his head and stopped before he was done with the last two buttons.

The man left the bathroom and returned after a few minutes with her icebox and set it near her feet. He stepped back and finished unbuttoning his pants. As he pulled them off, she noticed that he was wearing some kind of compression shorts under. The man folded his jeans and placed it over his shirt. He stood now in just the shorts and the mask. He approached her and leaned forward so they were face to face. The light cast shadows on his face so she was unable to identify even the colour of his eyes. 

He raised his finger to his lips in a universal gesture for silence. Keeping his left index finger pressed against the lips of the bull mask he used his right hand to undo the binding gagging her mouth. Her mouth had gone dry from having the piece of cloth shoved halfway down her throat. She licked her dry lips and opened her mouth to scream- she hoped that at this late hour and quiet of the night her sound would carry far enough to be heard by one of the neighbours. But her vocal chords were exhausted from the crying, screaming and being gagged. So her scream for help was little more than a squeak. 

"Shshhh!" he admonished, promptly slapping her across her breasts. 

The slaps stung but they also dislodged the clothespins a little resulting in a rush of blood to the relieved area followed by an incredible tingling.

"Agh!" she groaned at the sensations. 

"Shshhhh," he gestured once again and gave her two more slaps across her breasts as a warning; these strategically missed her nipples so she only felt the sting from the slap. She pursed her lips and nodded. 

He knelt between her legs and placed his hands on her thighs firmly massaging his way up to the lips of her pussy. It felt good to have the blood circulating in her legs again and she moaned as he soothed the cramps in her legs. When he finally reached the folds of her labia he stretched it and opened her wide; it didn't hurt but neither was it comfortable. 

She watched in shock as he pulled out another clothespin from the box that was sitting near her feet and pinched the outer lips of her pussy. She closed her eyes in fear, bracing herself for the smarting. He continued to pinch and clip the lips of her pussy till there was no room for any more. Then he went back to massaging her thighs and calves once more.

Ellie opened her eyes and craned her neck forward to try and get a glimpse of what he'd done. She had expected a biting pain but there was only a dull throbbing sensation all around the entrance of her pussy that made her clit pulsate and her juices leak out of her in anticipation. She looked at him confused, unable to comprehend what he was doing and why her body was responding as it was. He responded to her look by declamping her breasts.

The man started off by taking the clothespins off her nipples. He moved behind her and unbuckled the belt and rolled it before depositing it with the rest of his garments. He ran his hands up and down her arms, massaging them and encouraging the normal flow of blood again. She moaned at how wonderful it felt to have her breasts free again and regain some movement in her arms. Her nipples were puffy and her breasts felt full and heavy from all the blood rushing in.

"Aaaah!" She was unable to hold back the moan- he was trailing a piece of ice lazily across her breasts, careful not to make contact with her sensitive nipples. 

"Shssshhh." He said harshly and slapped her across the nipples making them tingle more than anything else. She bit back the moan it elicited afraid that he may hurt her if she didn't play along with his rules.

He went back to playing with the ice cube drawing circles with it on her breast, each time the circle growing smaller and closer to her right nipple. Just as it was about to make contact she felt hot air on her left nipple. His mouth appeared close to it and she watched expectantly as he wrapped his warm mouth around one nipple while he teased the other with the piece of ice. She bit her lips to stifle her moans as she felt herself brought to the precipice once more. 

But the man was a sadist and this was meant as torture. Once again he denied her by stopping. Ignoring the dagger like looks she cast his way, he took out another ice cube from the icebox and rubbed it between her breasts. He pushed it up and down her belly before he let it slip out of his fingers and slide down her mound. 

He took another piece of ice, this time pressing it to her throbbing clit. He worked it along her opening, rolling it in her juices and pushed it against her clit again- long enough for her to find the area surrounding it go numb. He took the very same piece and ran it along her lips before sliding it into her mouth. Dry as her throat was, she sucked on it greedily tasting herself in the process. 

The man ran his hardened fingertip against her soft but now dry lip while he rubbed his cock through his shorts with his other hand. She knew what he wanted. She wrapped her lips around his finger and sucked hoping that he would understand her willingness to do as he pleased and praying that he would let her go as soon as he got off. 

He stood up so that his crotch was in line with her face and peeled his shorts off. She was dumbstruck by the size of the package that flopped out. He was by no means little in either girth or length and he wasn't even hard yet. She watched him take off his shorts and set them aside like he had done with everything else so far. She also watched as his cock grew fat and long now that it was free. She gulped afraid of what it would take to be able to swallow such a cock; she found blowjobs to be a task under the best of circumstances. She had no idea how she would get through this one.

The man combed his fingers through her hair and grabbed a hold of her head before he stepped forward to stand astride her thighs. With his hands he directed her mouth on to his engorged cock feeding it to her inch by inch. He could hear the gagging sounds she was making but didn't retreat, instead he halted every time he sensed her struggling so that she could relax her throat and would begin to move again only once he could hear her breathing return to normal.

It felt like a lifetime to her before she was able to finally take him all the way in so that the head of his penis hit the back of her throat. She kept reminding herself to breathe through it; she could tell from the way he was progressing that he was not going to back out till he got what he wanted. She relaxed her throat and began to suck on his cock. There was no finesse or technique she just sucked on it like she would on a straw to draw out the fluids.

He felt her suck on his cock and took that as his cue to begin moving. She found it more difficult to maintain the pressure with him sliding in and out. She let her jaw sag to let him freely fuck her throat. He in turn held her head in place while he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth, his pubic bone slamming against her nose every time he pushed in completely. She struggled to breathe as her throat shut around his cock trying to milk it. Her eyes began to tear up as she continued to struggle. She was afraid she would pass out or choke to death if he didn't break his rhythm. 

Ellie was afraid of how he would respond when interrupted but she needed to do something to buy her a few gulps of air. She closed her mouth around his cock allowing her teeth to graze the skin on entry. She puckered her lips and clung to the shaft of his cock making it difficult for him to maintain his fast pace. She may have done something right because instead of getting mad at her he shivered and changed his pace slowly dragging his cock past her teeth. With the slower motion she realised she could even use her tongue to swirl the head as it pushed past into her throat. 

The man looked down at her; she imagined that he looked pleased. Gazing into her watery eyes he stopped fucking her face and allowed her to go down on him instead. She slobbered all over his cock as she caught her breath and began sucking on the tip even as she tried to go down all the way till her nose was buried in his pubes. She felt his fingers in her hair but this time it wasn't rough; he was holding her hair out of the way for her. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock trying to find some way to be enthusiastic about it. 

You're just a bitch and this is just one juicy bone.  She told herself. 

Ellie found it was easier for her to enjoy herself when she thought of the activity as something she desired. Her prize, she told herself would be all the juicy marrow she would suck out of his bone. She licked and slurped his cock and balls and sucked with more vigour as she dehumanized herself thinking of her reward. 

The man began to rhythmically move his hips in time with her head movements making it easier for her to take him in even deeper without gagging. As she sucked on the head he felt himself ready to cum. His thrusts became more shallow and rapid. She sensed the change and used her teeth, her tongue her mouth all at once to draw his cum. Without any warning he began shooting his hot load into her mouth. 

It was fortunate that he wasn't in her throat at the time he climaxed else she would've choked on his cum. As it was it filled her mouth and leaked out as he continued to jerk off into her mouth. Ellie did not find the taste of his cum unpleasant so she swallowed as much as she could of her prize, which caught him by surprise. The excess of his jizz streamed down her face and dripped onto her chest. When he finally pulled out of her mouth she noticed that the man's cock wasn't limp like she had come to expect from a penis post-climax.

The man pulled his cock out of her mouth and let it rest against her breasts. He watched them hang heavily, her nipples back to their pink shade. He used his dick to slap her tits. It didn't hurt, just felt weird. He kept slapping her tits and her nipples till his shaft grew thick and hard once more. 

"Ow!" she yelped as he grabbed both her tits and wrapped them around his cock. 

"Shshhh!" he reprimanded by pulling on her nipples this time. It stung and she almost howled from the pain but managed to bite it down before the sound left her mouth. She tried to remain passive and quiet as she felt him wrap her breasts around his cock and fuck her tits. 

This was the kind of sex she was familiar with- men always wanted to fuck her melons after a point- but she was restrained and couldn't do any of things she usually did to help her partner along. She watched as the bull faced man thrust into her cleavage till she had burns from the friction of his pubic hair against her chest. She drooled to allow some relief by way of a lubricant. When it wasn't enough, she spat and kept on spitting- hitting his cock with her saliva. He was pleased to watch her participate and let her know by massaging and squeezing her breasts in a way that made her feel good. By now though, she knew better than to moan so she kept her mouth shut and whimpered instead. 

He let go of her breasts very suddenly and reached below to declamp her pussy lips. She was taken aback by the rush of sensation to the area and the intense need she felt to be fucked. He massaged her calves before he untied the restraints holding them there. He also undid the restraints on her hands. She slowly moved her limbs, the feeling returning to them. She was free to move and the only thing she could focus on was the thrumming she felt around her pussy. 

The man hooked his arms under Ellie's shoulder and helped raise her to her feet. He muscles ached and she needed to lean against him for support. She pressed her palms against his broad and well muscled chest as she steadied herself. She looked at him confused. 

Is this it? 

She didn't dare ask the question out loud. She was exhausted. She needed a bath, water to drink and rest but she also needed to be fucked- to completion. Of all the things she could only focus on her needy cunt that had been denied so many times that day. She fell to her knees and leaned forward closing her eyes. She hoped he would understand and give her the fulfilment she sought. 

Two sharp slaps against her pussy forced her into a state of alertness again. She watched him over her shoulder as he took position between her knees. He leaned forward and squeezed her breast before pinching her nipple and giving her pussy another slap. Holding his cock in one hand he used the other to continuously slap her pussy till it was bright red and weeping. By now Ellie was crying too in frustration as the man continued to torture her. And then without much ado she felt him push his cock into her. 

He grunted and forcefully shoved himself two-three times before he was completely inside her. Her pussy clenched and unclenched his cock ready for its long awaited climax. He grabbed her ass cheeks roughly and drew them apart as he began to stroke himself in and out of her snatch. He wasn't gentle and there was no slow build-up. This was wild and animalistic rutting and she shocked herself by pushing back into him. Exhausted as she was she desperately needed to come before she could pass out. 

She felt him pull her by the ass so he could pump deeper into her. The force of his motions made his balls swing wildly and slap against her clit; she prayed he wouldn't stop. He squeezed her ass harder and yanked harder on her flesh- she knew she would be sore and hurting later but didn't care right now- as he fucked her with all his might. He let go of one cheek to reach around and pinch and release her clit in succession a few times till she came with a howl. She slumped and fell forward unable to support herself anymore now that she had found her release while the man continued to pound into her sensitive pussy. 

The bull faced man found his cock trapped in a velvety vice clenching and squeezing till he released his cum into her. He watched the woman slumped under him, drained and moaning from her climax as well as the ache of what he'd put her body through. She'd ended up faring much better than he had expected, he was pleased to admit to himself. 

He gently picked her up and carried her in his arms to her bedroom where he tucked her under the covers. He had checked earlier so he knew her head injury was superficial and nothing to be concerned about. He went back to the bathroom and returned everything to its place before he dressed up. As he left her home he was certain that when Ellie awoke, apart from some bruising on her butt, she would wave away the whole thing as a dream, a really bad dream. 

*****

When Ellie awoke the next day, it was almost past noon. She was surprised that she had managed to sleep in that late till the memories of the previous night returned to her. Her head hurt and she was no longer certain she hadn't just dreamt all the horrible things that were done to her. As far as she could see there was no evidence around her house that proved that something had actually taken place. 

The more she thought about it the more unlikely it appeared that any of those things should've taken place at all, especially in light of the fact that none of her stuff appeared out of place or missing. She guessed that in all likelihood she had hit her head and passed out which was the cause of the crazy dreams involving a bull headed man. 

She drew herself a nice warm bath and decided she would spend the day pampering herself and forgetting about the weird nightmare.

*****

Monday evening Ellie waited at the bus stop as usual after work. She had her earphones on and was engrossed in the song she was listening to as she took a seat. It took some time for her to notice the young man standing next to her again. 

"Ellie," he said as he gestured for her to move in so that he could sit on the seat beside her. 

"Gabriel, right?"

"Yes," he responded and sat down staring in front of him. She noticed he wasn't wearing his usual trench coat today, making him look like less of a pervert and almost normal. He didn't stare at her tits or engage her in any way. His behaviour was so altered from what she was used to from him that she couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. 

"Gabriel...?" she started.

"Yes?" he asked looking at her blankly. 

How do you ask a guy why he won't stare at your tits anymore? She had not given much thought to what she was going to ask him.

"Ummm... never mind." She ended up saying sheepishly.

When her stop came she saw that Gabriel stood up as well. As she moved to the exit she followed close behind her. When she got off the bus so did he. 

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked him sternly. 

"Home." He replied coolly before crossing the street. Ellie stood there looking at his back, in confusion. 

Gabriel knew she was watching him; he finally had her attention. For weeks he had watched her, and lusted after her. Ordinary looking as he was she was oblivious to him and never noticed him in the bus the way he noticed her. She hadn't even realised they lived in the same suburb till today. 




Minotaur



Socrates: Where Adultery is condoned, the Couple has decided that, whereas sex is of great importance to either or both of the partners, it is not needed by them to support The Couple as such.

Shall we let condoned Adultery cover specific transgressions, individually sanctioned in advance, as well as "open" marriages where blanket permissions are given, or perhaps taken?

Minotaur: Yes, let's.

Socrates: However, have we not read of cases where blanket permission is given where one partner is disabled, perhaps in a motor accident, but behaves with great forbearance, even nobility?

Minotaur: Indeed, we have read of such cases. Some would say that the undamaged partner should also behave nobly and tie a knot in it, or whatever. 

However, sometimes the Adulterer just wants to feel the amazing surge as his jism pours from his cock as all the other temple maidens watch admiringly, knowing

that he owns the beautiful girl over whom he is spraying his wasted seed. Sometimes... Ohhhh. God! It's all this talk about sex Sir. I-I ohhhh. 

Socrates: That wet patch spreading through your toga certainly doesn't reveal self-discipline does it? I thought Dominants were very controlled. How embarrassing. You certainly seem to have attracted some attention here in the Square. 

As I was saying, prior to your little "accident", the members of The Couple should ever strive for balance.

Minotaur: And individually sanctioned sexual transgressions? What of them?

Socrates: Those whose sex lives as a Couple are harmonious, vigorous and pleasurable tend to view sanctioned sexual transgressions with distaste. They

believe that the Couple as such cannot long survive this sort of thing without serious damage. The practitioners of open marriage, on the other hand, regard such views as sissy and claim, sometimes vigorously, that this swinging behaviour actually strengthens their relationship.

Minotaur: And does it? 

Socrates: Well, The AKADEME hasn't done any comprehensive surveys on this. But such work as has been done shows that in many cases, Swinging Couples do break up. Put it this way, the ratio of Swingers breaking up as opposed to Straights breaking up is about the same proportion as Smokers getting lung cancer, to nonsmokers getting it.

Minotaur: So, from the point of view of the Couple, would we say that Condoned Adultery is UNETHICAL?

Socrates: Yes. If, for once, we can stop treating it as an Absolute, we can say that Condoned Adultery is SOMEWHAT UNETHICAL.

Minotaur: So, because my own Adultery is Condoned, I shouldn't feel too bad?

Socrates: No way! You are still an unethical bastard because you are destroying the marriage of your partner in Adultery.

Minotaur: Oh! Ahem. What of uncondoned Adultery?

Socrates: Uncondoned Adultery is Sinful, Unethical, and just Plain Wrong. 

Everyone really knows this to be true. Nevertheless there is an amazing amount of pussyfooting and cop-outs in what is spoken and written about this issue.

Minotaur: *How can you be so judgmental? You may not have all the facts*.

Socrates: Just how many facts do you need? If you, or your Private Eye, catch them in bed together, Adultery has taken place or is taking place or is about to take

place. What else do you need to know?

Minotaur: *You can't judge them until you have walked a mile in their shoes*.

Socrates: You mean, I can't condemn a murderer until I have myself killed someone?

Minotaur: *They are only fulfilling their deepest, most fundamental needs*.

Socrates: You mean, where pleasure, especially sexual pleasure, is concerned, anything goes? It doesn't matter who else gets hurt as long as Jack gets his and

Jill gets hers?

Minotaur: The Adulterer will swear on oath that s/he still loves the spouse.

Socrates: The Adulterer lies. Adultery and love do not coexist. 

Minotaur: OK, I get the point. Is there any way in which the Adulterer can rejoin the fold of the righteous?

Socrates: Yes. 

Stop being an Adulterer. Break it off with the Third Person. And, stop looking so bloody miserable. Repent. Rebuild the Couple. Love your spouse, love your children, maybe even love yourself. This is the best, most ethical course.

If you are so far gone that you really love the Third Person and no longer love your spouse, you can leave the marriage which you have destroyed. At least it gives your ex-spouse the chance to bond again. This is fairly ethical. 

If you simply cannot forgo the sexual pleasures provided by the Third Person, then leave the marriage, and expect to pay handsomely for your pleasures. At this point you will just have to get used to the fact that you are an unethical, selfish, nasty, skanky person. Is that clear? Any more questions?

Minotaur: Can I still get a link to the anti-inflammatories?

Socrates: Sigh.