66 comments/ 52611 views/ 8 favorites Little Kitten By: likegoodwine By Likegoodwinecopyrighted October 2011 I am posting this light story just so people don't think I am going overboard with some heavier stuff like the one published recently. There is almost no sex to speak of in this short one. Enjoy! Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. Thanks to Blackstallion21 for his patient editing * Life sometimes throws a curve ball your way out of nowhere. At first, it seems innocent, until it hit you full in the face -- as innocent as a little 5 years old kid crying his heart out. This is what happened to me 4 weeks ago. David, my husband, our 2 kids and I were at a BBQ on a bright sunny August Saturday. I was alone in the kitchen, preparing macaroni salad. Margaret, the host, was outside with the other wives and husbands. Samuel, our little boy of 5 years old came running, threw himself at me and started crying. He was trying to say something but he wasn't able to control his sobbing and I couldn't understand one word. "Ok, slow down honey! Take a deep breath and tell me why you are crying." Gathering all his courage, sniffing, breathing hard, he followed my advice. "I don't want Daddy to get rid of Whiskers Mom. I don't want a new cat. I love Whiskers," he said. "What make you say that Sam? We don't want to replace Whiskers with a new cat. Why do you think that?" I asked. "Because Daddy was telling it to Uncle John," he finally said. I hugged him. "You probably didn't understand well what Daddy was saying. We will not get rid of Whiskers. Now Sam, forget about it and go back outside to play with the other kids," I reassured Sam. Sam looked up toward me. "You're sure Mom? We will keep Whiskers?" "Yes! I am sure." Obviously relieved, he bolted back outside. Well that was strange. Whiskers is my old 15 years old cat. I had him even before I met David. My name is Sheila Roberts, formerly O'Brien. I met David 10 years ago. He was 25 years old and I was 23. We hit it off right away and things leading to another, we got married 2 years later. Within a year I got pregnant and we had our first child, Anika, now 7 years old. Two year later, I gave birth to Samuel. I know that Whiskers is near the end. He is a bit on the blind side now and has a hard time holding it while going to the kitty litter, but he is still very lively and eats well. David and me discussed the subject a few times and even started to prepare the kids to the fact that Whiskers didn't have many more years to live, but we were far from having reached a decision. I would certainly speak to him about it. It was only after we left the BBQ and were heading home that I remembered what Samuel said. "Honey, why did you say earlier that you wanted to get rid of the cat and get a new one? It really traumatized Samuel," I said. David suddenly had a weird look on his face for a fraction of second -- surprise, shock - I wasn't sure. He looked toward Samuel in the back seat. "I didn't say such a thing. Let's talk about it later when the kids are in bed," he finally replied. Well, when we got home, I had to wake up Samuel who was real tired and in a bad mood. The bath time was a real struggle for supremacy as is often the case between the kids and me. David and I were also exhausted and we soon went to bed and I forgot everything about Whiskers. Until one week ago. It was our turn to receive our friends for a BBQ. I was in the kitchen when I badly needed to go to the bathroom. The smell that greeted me was awful. I don't know what the previous user had for breakfast but I almost retch. Gagging, I quickly rolled open the window letting in a breath of fresh air and also all the noise from the backyard. I could clearly hear John talking to David even if I could not see them from the bathroom. "Oh you sneaky bastard!" said John. "I didn't think you had it in you, bringing a new pussy in the house while your wife is away." "Shut up John! You will get me in trouble. If Sheila ever finds out, I am dead meat," answered David. "So everything is set for Labor Day long weekend, when she takes the kids to visit her Mom and Dad?" "John, I said shut the fuck up!" "Alright you devious dog!" I was in a stupor. I tried to sit on the toilet but the last occupant had left the seat up and I properly ended up sitting in the toilet. I straightened up, put the seat and cover down, and sat there for many minutes. My world was coming crashing around me. I clearly remembered what Samuel overheard a few weeks back, and I suddenly understood the real meaning. Out with the old pussy -- that would be me -- and in with a new one. I couldn't understand. I refused to understand. Our life was near perfect. We both had jobs that we loved, two beautiful kids, a nice house, and great friends. I was still really good-looking at 34 and our sex life was more than satisfying so why would he choose to ditch me for a younger woman? Why risk losing everything to taste a new piece of ass? As hard as I tried, I couldn't find anything in David's behaviour that shed any light on his dissatisfaction with me. He still goes the extra mile to express his love for me, his joy to have me as a wife, as a mother, and as a friend. And I always returned in kind that love. Could I have misinterpreted what I heard? No, John is a bit crude in his vocabulary. When he says pussy, he means a cunt, a piece of ass, a woman. My marriage was over. I started to cry. There was no way I would be able to continue living with the bastard. But how could I proceed? What should I do? Should I go and confront him, in front of everybody? That wouldn't do. From what they said the deed would be done over the long weekend. I had to get proof of his cheating. There was nothing easier than that. A colleague's husband works for a security agency and would be able to place cameras in the house to catch him. Yes, that's what I will do. And then, with the proof of his cheating, I will throw him in the street and squeeze out of him as much as the court will allow. The worst part would be to live with him for the next week without letting him suspects that anything was amiss. I dried my eyes, reapplied my messed up make-up and went back outside to mingle with the guests. The next week was awful. I wasn't able to be very loving toward David. Each time the two-faced son of a bitch tried to be nice, loving and caring; I had to fight with myself not to simply scratch the fucking smile off his face. Finally, Friday arrived and I took off with the kids for the 3 hours drive to my parents' place. Upon seeing me, Mom knew that something was wrong. She pressed me to tell her what was wrong, guessing that it was something between David and me. After an hour, when the kids were with my Dad in the basement, playing their Xbox on the old TV, I spilled the beans to my Mom and my younger sister, Natalie. They were as surprised as I to learn about David devious behaviour. No words could alleviate the pain I felt, but it was nice to know that I could rely on them to help me in my upcoming time of needs. Saturday evening, Natalie invited me to come and have a drink. It was a pub with some live entertainment. That would be great to simply get drunk and forget that at the same moment my soon-to-be ex-husband was shagging some bimbo. Glass of wine after glass of wine, my mood didn't improve but the searing pain slowly faded away. Natalie's friends were all many years younger than I but they formed a nice and funny crowd although a bit wild to my taste. They all knew now that I was having marital trouble and went out of their way to make me feel better. Soon I was constantly on the dance floor. Two young men, Steve and Brad, were particularly attentive to my mood and took their turn to dance with me and tell me soothing things such as 'what a fool your husband is' or 'in his shoes, I would do anything to keep you'. I soon realized that they were mostly trying to prey on my misery, but I didn't give a shit. If my son-of-a-bitch husband could play around, so could I. I know that I am still an attractive woman and the obvious behaviour of these two kids - not many years removed from their teen-age -- confirm that fact. Sunday, I would give the final blow to this lie of a marriage, but not without a blast. Near the end of the evening, close to the last call, I was dancing a slow with Steve. I pressed my body to his and felt his erection pressing my tummy. I said so. "You are one good looking woman Sheila. I am not sure what your husband will lose when you leave him, but I am eager to discover it tonight if you would allow it," whispered Steve in my ear. In the following seconds, a flood of contradictory feelings and thoughts crossed my mind. At the forefront was my natural reserve toward other men since I met David. 'Two wrongs don't make it right' my mind was yelling at me. But my now very wet pussy was also telling me that the David part of my life was now behind and that I needed to jump right in my new life as a single divorced woman. The senses finally won over the intellect. "It's the first day of my new life, and there is nothing that I would love more than to fuck you," I finally said. He did get the message quick. In a matter of minutes I was grabbing my purse and we were gone, heading toward Steve's apartment. As soon as we close the door behind us, we started to shed our clothes. Steve tried to bring me to his bedroom, but I attacked him on his couch and soon I tasted the very erect cock of a different man for the first time in over 10 years. It took only minutes to bring him to a climax. I swallowed every drop of semen that he shot in my mouth. David always said that I was giving great heads, and Steve confirmed the fact. Pretty soon, he was repaying me, licking my pussy and clit. I was nearing my own climax when I heard keys in the door lock and Brad appeared in the doorframe. Seeing us naked on the couch, he smiled. Closing the door, he stood there and watched us. His hand reached for his zipper and he did extract his hard-on. He started stroking himself while watching us. A crazy thought crossed my mind and I acted upon it right away. With my finger I invited Brad to come closer. "Hey Handsome! Would you want me to suck your cock while Steve continues eating me?" I asked. "Sure!" "Well go to my purse, grab my small camera, turn it on, put it in movie mode and put it down right there on the TV so it catches everything we will do tonight," I asked. Still stroking his cock, Brad gave me a quizzical look. "It will be a parting gift for my ass-hole of a husband," I explained. With a devilish grin, he did as ordered and came back. I took his erect penis in my mouth while Steve was still licking me. With the excitement of these two young studs using me, I came real quickly. As soon as my orgasm abated, I look at Steve's still erect and obviously willing cock. "Now fuck me Steve. Fuck me hard," I asked. He complied. I have never been very vocal in my lovemaking. But I wasn't making love. I was fucking. For the benefit of the camera, the next hour was spent with me directing these two willing young men to use me as hard and as fast as possible and with no inhibition. We finished it up with a double penetration, Brad underneath me in my pussy and Steve behind me in my anus. I would regret that last one before long. Did you ever travelled 3 hours on a sore anus? It isn't fun. I left back home right after the late afternoon meal prepared by Mom on Sunday. I didn't phone David to let him know that I would be coming back one day earlier. I wasn't averse to surprise him with his bimbo, with my 2 kids in tow. When I parked in the garage, I was surprised to see that David's car wasn't there. Was he out with his new girlfriend? It didn't matter. Monday, somebody from the security agency would provide me with all the footage from the house. Whiskers was the only one to greet us. I hope that bastard didn't leave him alone all weekend. After sending the kids away downstairs in the playroom, I hooked up my digital camera to the TV. I was ready to give David a nice show. Near 10PM, I finally heard his car pulling in the driveway. The garage door was close and all the lights were as he left them. I was standing in the kitchen waiting for him and his bimbo to walk in. I was a bit put off when I saw that he was all by himself. He was carrying a cardboard box. He was totally taken by surprise to see me. "Honey, something is wrong? Are the kids sick? You were not suppose to be back till tomorrow afternoon," asked David, a worried look on his face. His worries were just starting I though. His girlfriend would probably be here soon. "I know everything David. I overheard you talking with John last week. The cat is out of the bag now," I said, acid and ice mixing in my tone. He looked down, guilt written all over his face. "I am sorry Honey! I should have been honest with you. I don't know why I kept it secret. I... I knew that after so many years together you would have felt bad about it," he said in a whisper. "But I did it all for the kids, so the shock would not be so great." Now he had me at a loss. How shagging another woman would help the kids cope with our divorce? It didn't make sense. Before I could reply, the kids ran upstairs and threw themselves at their Dad. He almost dropped the box he was still carrying. Unexpectedly, a faint meow came from the box, surprising the kids and me. David delicately put the box down and opened the flaps. Two little kitten heads appeared, looking at the kids. "It's for you kids," said David. "Two little pussy cats, one for each of you." I suddenly felt ill, my stomach wanting to empty itself right there in the kitchen. David looked at me. "Sorry Sheila. The last time I went to the vet, he said that Whiskers didn't have long to live. I decided then to get these two kittens to help the kids cope with that." He grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and turned toward me. "Let's go to the living room while the kids get acquainted with the kittens. I wonder what's on TV?" Oh Shit! Little Kitten Copyright 2014 by robindavisfiction. This story may not be republished or posted on other websites without the written permission of the author. Dear Readers: I was uncertain about which category this story best fits in, so in the interest of helping you to use your reading time well, I chose this category more for the reluctance aspect than the non-consent aspect. The story could probably have also been placed in the loving wives category or maybe others. I appreciate your time and hope you enjoy the story. ***** Gabriella stared beyond the surface of the dark window without focusing on anything. She brushed her long thick hair and began to braid it. She could easily braid with her eyes closed and didn't pay attention to her nimble fingers reflected in the glass. She didn't care that it was too dark to clearly see anything the train was passing as it steadily made its way through rugged canyons and deep forests. The images flitting through her mind were of the village she had left many hours before, perhaps forever. She closed her eyes and prayed to a god in whom she no longer had faith to help her keep her husband alive. Although Antony had not been her first love, nor ignited in her breast the fires of irresistible passion, he was the man she had agreed to marry and the man who had taken her virginity. Her father had been pleased with her marriage to a good man from the church, and she quickly settled into a comfortable routine with a caring and kind husband for whom she gradually developed sincere affection. They enjoyed each other's company and looked forward to a pleasant life together. But, that was all before the war. Now, she was alone in an empty dining car, exhausted after a full day caring for wounded soldiers. She was too tired to eat. Even if she had been hungry, most of the remaining food in the dining car had been consumed by the boisterous young men who had come onto the train at the previous station. Now, it was well past midnight, and she had at least three hours of solitude before the train reached its destination. When she had become a volunteer nurse, she had been assured that government soldiers would treat her with respect, but from the start of the rebellion, the regime had employed other men, cruel men, to carry out tasks good soldiers were unwilling to do. There had been rumors of widespread murder and rape in some of the villages that supported the rebellion, and even though all the men on the train appeared to be soldiers, Gabriella was glad when the last one finished eating, drinking and finally left to sleep. The hungry look in their eyes as they watched her work made her nervous, and she always worried that someone would eventually recognize her as the wife of a rebel. Like most citizens, Gabriella was not interested in politics. She had been apathetic about the corrupt regime that seized power several years before until her husband was drawn to talk of rebellion. It wasn't long before Antony began disappearing for hours late at night to attend clandestine planning sessions, and soon the country erupted into full-scale civil war. Antony's knowledge of engineering made him a valuable member of one of the sabotage groups that drove government troops back decisively at the beginning of the conflict. But now, regime forces were advancing steadily into rebel-held territory, and each day brought more news of rebel deaths and atrocities committed against civilians. Eventually, Antony's influence and her disgust with regime atrocities led her to become active in the rebellion. She decided to put her training as a nurse to use helping to evacuate wounded rebels before they could be found and executed by government loyalists. She successfully evacuated several rebel fighters, some of whom were friends, and she grew comfortable with the routine of the two-day round trip by train and the precautions necessary to avoid discovery. But this trip, the last one she would ever make, was different, and her anxiety was at a much higher level. This time, she was smuggling two wounded men to safety whom she cared about deeply, her own husband and her younger cousin Andre. Although both men would eventually recover from their injuries, it would take many months before either could fight well again. If discovered, they would undoubtedly be tortured and killed. Until they were safely off the train, she would remain far too anxious to sleep. Tonight, her sole focus was keeping their secret safe until the train stopped at its destination shortly after dawn. Once safely off the train they would find a place to hide until they could leave the country. They would join a few trusted comrades who had already escaped, and then they would help to raise money for the rebellion from sympathetic foreign supporters. The two men preferred to fight with guns and explosives, but the rebels were dangerously short of weapons, and they knew that financing the fight was as vital as actually fighting. They agreed that Gabriella, with her striking good looks and intelligence, would make an appealing face of the rebellion in the foreign press. Gabriella found it amusing that she would serve her people by becoming a model. She felt the fatigue more fully now that her work was done until morning. She didn't want to risk sleep but leaned against the window for just a few moments to let the steady rhythm of the train calm her anxiety. She closed her eyes and thought about happier days when her country was not embroiled in civil war. In her mind's eye she saw herself as a teenager sitting under the big apple tree on the hill above her village watching the bustle of activity in the market below. She thought of her school friends and wondered about the ones who had left the village to seek success in the capital. But those days were gone, and now. . . She smiled at the sound of a familiar voice from the past. At first, she thought it was part of a dream, but when someone called her name a second time, she sat forward and looked around quickly, exhaustion forgotten. "Ah, Gabriella. You're as lovely as I remembered." "D-Dmitri?" Gabriella's heart raced and she felt warmth rise to her cheeks as she stared at the ruggedly handsome face she had given up ever seeing again. "You do remember me, don't you Little Kitten?" he asked, leaning casually against a window on the other side of the dining car. How could he think she might not remember? Only one person had ever called her Little Kitten, and hearing his voice and that nickname after so long unleashed a flood of memories—her first dance, her first kiss, and how persistent that boy had been in trying to persuade her to ignore the teachings of her parents and the priests. Suddenly, she felt like an innocent teenage girl again, the way his voice still made her feel like liquid heat was moving slowly through her body. She took a calming breath and forced the memories from her mind. The past was gone. She was a happily married woman now. Dmitri's unexpected presence on the train was a danger to her, to Antony and to Andre. She had to focus on what was important in the present, not on what might have been in the past. "You're in the army now?" she asked. Dmitri grinned as his eyes roved slowly down her body before returning to her face. He walked from the window and sat on the edge of one of the tables. She noticed he had gained weight since their younger days, but the new weight was all muscle. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. "I'm a patriotic man," he said, "loyal to my president." He chuckled and asked, "You aren't surprised, are you?" "No, no, of course not," she said glancing away from his face and toward the window. She sensed she should steer the conversation away from politics. "Let's put it another way," he said with a sarcastic grin. "To hell with patriotism. Fuck the president. I wear the government's uniform, rank of captain, no less. But I'm loyal to no one. I'm a soldier and an information trader. The army pays me a salary, and government agents and rebels both pay for my secrets." He watched her impassively, waiting for her to comment. She couldn't read what he was thinking and wasn't sure what to say. "You sell secrets?" she finally asked, trying to keep her tone as neutral as possible. "I have no interest in the cause of either side," he replied. "But, this idiotic civil war is making me a lot of money. I learn fast, move fast, and deal in the items my buyers are most willing to pay me for—guns, information, even drugs or women from time to time." "It must be dangerous working for both sides." He smiled slightly and said, "My men are loyal to me, and I treat them very well, but you'd be surprised how little I have to pay to run my business without taking undue risk. For example, I've got one especially reliable sergeant who'll do anything for me, even kill for me, as long as I supply him with a good looking woman every month or two." She made no comment, only watched, waited. "But tell me, Little Kitten," he continued. "You don't mind if the rebel leaders buy a little information from army officers to help them fight the evil regime, do you?" Gabriella heard the sarcasm in his tone and felt a twinge of fear. What did he mean by that? Could he know the real reason she was a volunteer nurse on a government train? His voice had the calm, smooth quality she remembered, but this was not the Dmitri of her youth. The first boy she had ever loved—gentle, intelligent Dmitri—was now a man, an attractive rogue who had figured out how to prosper in a country trapped in chaos and brutality. Now, he both scared her and somehow thrilled her, and the latter feeling she found very confusing. She had to be careful what she said to him—especially since he wore the uniform she was fighting against. She would protect her secrets. She would not linger with him, perhaps using fatigue as an excuse to politely get away. But, she was also curious and reluctant to appear rude. She walked to stand across the table from him. "It's good to see you after so long, Dmitri. It's too bad the day has been so long, and we have so little time before dawn. It would be pleasant to talk a little longer, but I'm very tired." She smiled nervously as she noticed his eyes roaming over her body. She tried to ignore both his seductive smile and the tingling sensation in her belly and breasts. "Tell me, do you still go to church to hear that pattering fool of a priest?" he asked as his eyes moved to the top button of her blouse. "No, I don't go to church anymore." She paused and watched him watching her for a few seconds. "Father Philippe was murdered - killed by a young man in another village who caught him naked with his little brother. The child was only eleven, and I...I guess I don't really believe some of the things I used to." He remained silent, gazing at her as though deep in thought. His eyes moved briefly to her face and then boldly caressed her breasts. She crossed her arms as though for warmth. He dropped his eyes lower and moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. She felt herself blushing at how he was undressing her with his eyes and hoped he hadn't noticed the color in her cheeks. She didn't want him to think she was flirting with him. "Did you hear I got married?" she asked softly. "Of course—to Antony, a good little altar boy. He was always more Christian than I was, by a hell of a margin. By the way, is his wound healing properly?" "What do you mean?" He scowled at her. "Don't pretend you don't know. You changed his dressing two hours ago and then tended to your cousin, the one with the broken leg. They're both asleep in the next car." Gabriella stared and opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come. Tears sprang to her eyes. Dmitri smirked at her. She took a deep breath and forced herself to stay calm. "Please, you won't tell anyone, will you?" He gazed silently into her worried eyes. "Dmitri, please. . ." "Little Kitten, do you remember our last night together under the apple tree?" She looked down at the surface of the table and nodded. "Do you remember how you insisted that I kiss you? Do you remember the moonlight and my lips on your breast, how you pushed me away and parroted some church story as a reason to deny what we both wanted?" "No, I. . ." "Do you remember crying and promising me that you just needed a little time, and that you would meet me the next morning at the train station?" "Yes, but. . ." "I waited for you. I waited until after the last train left. I looked for you, and your father told me to stay away from you. I wrote to you, but you never responded. After I found a job in the city, I came back and tried to find you. Your father told me you had married a boy from the church and told me to forget you." "Dmitri, I'm sorry. I, I. . ." "Don't bother. I stopped caring a long time ago. It's only by chance that I'm on this train tonight, and that I recognized Antony and Andre. I had heard rumors of rebels disguised as civilians being smuggled out of government-controlled territory, but it never occurred to me you might be involved. But, life goes on, right?" She felt an urgency to explain to Dmitri how very real her young girl's attraction to him had been, and that she had never wanted to hurt him. Once they had shared a universe of dreams, but now she needed him to understand what it was to be a woman who cared deeply for her husband. She needed him to care. She needed his help to save Antony and Andre, and even herself. All their fates were now clearly under his control. Surely there was still a glimmer of the affection he once felt for her. Would it be enough? "You won't tell anyone about Antony will you?" Gabriella's voice trembled. "Please, Dmitri, please. You know what they'll do if they find out." "Indeed I do, Little Kitten. So now we come to the essence of the problem. The presence of two rebel fighters on this train is valuable information, not to mention the presence of a rebel's wife, a traitorous smuggler among the volunteer nurses." "Dmitri, please, no." "That's valuable information indeed, Little Kitten." He walked to the door leading to the next car and paused. "But, your luck is good tonight, because I'm the one who discovered your secret. I won't tell the guards that you are a traitor and the wife of one of the terrorists I must take into custody. Even though you betrayed me, I don't hate you. As long as you remain silent, you will be safe, even though your husband and cousin may die." Gabriella knew the next minute would determine their future. She saw in Dmitri's expression both the face of an old friend and that of a predator, a predator she must stop from sending her husband and cousin to certain death. In what seemed an eternity but was no more than a second, her uncertainty was replaced by cold resolve. "Wait. You said you're an information trader," she said. "Give me a chance to buy what you know." He laughed and opened the door to leave the car. "You can't afford my price. I'm paid very well for this kind of information." "At least let me make a bid." Gabriella touched the side of her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse and rested her fingers on the top button. Dmitri said nothing, but didn't continue through the door as she slowly walked to stand next to him, fighting her instinct to turn and run. She forced herself to remain still. She didn't look away as he stared at her intently and let the door slide closed behind them. He slowly placed one hand on her waist and the other over her breast. Despite her anxiety, there was something almost electrical about his touch. "Can. . . can we reach an agreement?" she asked. Her heart raced as she reached for his belt and slowly unbuckled it. She dropped her arms to her sides when he opened the first button of her blouse and then the second. She shuddered when he gently caressed her throat instead of continuing to the next button. She felt his fingers lightly brush along her cheeks and over her lips. Still saying nothing, he began to slowly unbraid her hair. "First, your hair will flow freely down your back and across your shoulders," he said. "Then, you'll invite me to remove your clothes. And then, I'll fuck you." "And you will promise me your silence?" she asked softly. He smiled and paused with one hand holding her partially unbraided hair and again gently caressed her cheek. "I'm considering your bid, but it's too soon for promises," he said. "Don't worry, Little Kitten. I'm not like the others. I won't force you to do anything. You can withdraw your bid at any time." "You'll receive full payment," she said and leaned in to kiss him. He drew back before their lips touched. "You do understand that I always demand full payment for valuable information. Never have I sold information for too low a price." She silently searched his eyes for a sign of the boy who once read her poetry in the moonlight, but he just watched her steadily until she looked away. "To me, your husband is no more important than a cockroach," he said. "If you think I ask too much, I'm happy to go wake the commander. Perhaps for the sake of past friendship, I can persuade him to cut your husband's throat quickly instead of indulging in the more traditional treatment of captured terrorists. Slowly she shook her head. "Please. Continue." He smiled, brushed a loose strand of hair from her cheek and said, "My price is a fair trade for the secrets you value." He resumed unbraiding her hair. She did nothing to stop him, and soon it cascaded down her back. He stepped back and appraised her. "We have a deal, then?" he asked. "Your body to do with as I please until the train begins to slow just before dawn. In exchange, I overlook your secrets." Gabriella silently nodded, a sense of relief flooding her as she accepted her fate. She was sure that no matter what he had in mind, he would not harm her—and he would keep his promise. She lightly brushed her lips against his. He laughed and placed one hand on her shoulder. "That wasn't a good start. Kiss me like you did under the apple tree." He held his arms out and waited. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his, tentatively at first, and then more forcefully. His tongue flickered along the edge of her lips and gently pressed for entry. As his tongue began to explore her mouth, heat rose in her loins. Her nipples became hard nubs as his fingers moved to the third button and worked their way down. She didn't break the kiss when he pushed the blouse off her shoulders and dropped his hand to her ass. She felt the bulge in his pants press against her belly and she moaned. She could feel his heart beating against her breast. They broke the kiss to breathe, but their bodies remained molded together and their lips mere inches apart. He gazed steadily into her eyes, and memories of a boy and a girl and hours spent together under an old apple tree, sharing hopes for the future and promises of undying love came flooding back. She felt the stirrings of real desire mixed with guilt about what she felt and would soon do. But suddenly, he pushed her away and took a step back. His eyes seemed to have grown darker—with anger, or perhaps with sadness—and the boy no longer stood before her. "I will enjoy taking your payment, but I'll not allow you to seduce me," he said. "This is nothing more than a business transaction. And that, my Little Kitten, makes you a whore, does it not?" His words stung, but only cemented her determination to do whatever was necessary to save her husband, her cousin and herself. She didn't care what he thought or felt, only that he keep his promise and his silence. This was simply a business transaction, and she would do what she had to do. Little Kitten He stepped quickly behind her and roughly turned her to face the table. "Take this off," he ordered as he pulled her open blouse rapidly over her head. He forced her to lean forward against the table and unsnapped her bra. She gasped as her breasts fell free and he rolled one of her nipples between his fingers. He pulled her skirt above her hips, pushed her panties to the floor, and put them in his pocket. As he forced her legs apart, she whimpered in unexpected arousal. She heard the rustling of his trousers and then felt the warmth of his bare legs against hers. "Now, I'm going to fuck you the way I should have fucked you a long time ago, the way you wouldn't admit you wanted to be fucked. I'm going to take what I should have had seven years ago and enjoy every minute of it." Gabriella closed her eyes tightly against an agonizing combination of dread and desire. His erect penis brushed the back of her leg, and she looked over her shoulder in sudden alarm. "Wait. Put on a condom," she pleaded. "I don't want to get pregnant." He laughed. "I don't carry condoms with me, and the army doesn't pass them out. Let's just think of this as my little wedding gift to you and Antony—good, church-loving Antony. I just wasn't good enough for you, was I? I wasn't duped by the priests like you and your precious Antony, and I was too honest to pretend." "What if someone comes into the dining car and sees us?" she asked. "Then we'll have an audience. I don't have a problem with one of my men watching me use your body. I used to imagine your face when I was with women whose names I didn't care to remember. Now, I don't really care who sees your face as I fuck you." She remained silent, and he began slowly rubbing his cock up and down along the outside of her slit. "Were you a virgin on your wedding night?" he asked. "Answer me Little Kitten. Was Antony's little Christian cock your first?" "Yes," she murmured softly and struggled to keep her increasing arousal under control. He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her body, and she resisted the urge to push back against him as he began gently twisting one of her nipples. "And have you fucked anybody else since you've been married?" "No." "Well, that's about to change, isn't it Little Kitten?" He pushed into her with a hard steady thrust. Gabriella gasped as his thick cock penetrated her where only her husband had been before. He pumped hard and fast, forcing her body back and forth on top of the table. It was all she could do to keep from crying out, not in pain, but in pleasure. "Tell me more about your wedding night, Little Kitten. How many times did your altar boy fuck you before breakfast?" He wrapped one hand in her long, shining hair and pulled her head back. "And look at the window," he commanded. She saw a reflection of herself bent over the table with Dmitri's strong arms holding her in place, her legs spread and her hips raised as he pumped his cock into her from behind. She felt the rhythm of the train through the table almost in time with Dmitri's legs slapping against hers. Her arousal mounted quickly and soon her whole awareness centered on the pleasure produced by the hard cock moving inside her. She began to moan with each new thrust. "You like being my whore, don't you Little Kitten?" She was past the point of speaking and the only sounds she could make were grunts and gasps. Perhaps Dmitri was simply fucking her for his own satisfaction, but the sensations coursing through her body were much more intense than anything she had ever felt with her husband, or fantasized about as an innocent girl imagining a lover coming to her bed. She knew, but no longer cared, that Dmitri's satisfaction would increase when he felt her pussy clenching around his cock and heard her moan or scream in pleasure at her own satisfaction. Her body had submitted fully to being filled by a cock that was not her husband's. She briefly tried to focus on an image of Antony's face, but instead, the image in her mind was Dmitri making love to her in the moonlight under the old apple tree. She pushed back hard to meet each thrust as he moved in and out of her slick pussy. Despite her initial effort to remain detached, she was actively participating in her own fucking. Her guttural moaning grew louder as Dmitri pounded her toward the shuddering release she craved until at last she cried out and writhed on the table as she came. Dmitri only chuckled with smug satisfaction and increased the force of each thrust. To Gabriella, it seemed that he was determined to stretch out the use of her body as long as possible before leaving his semen inside her. The sound of his body slapping against hers, and his unending deep strokes kept her on the edge. Gradually, his breathing became more ragged, and her arousal again spiked in anticipation of his imminent orgasm. "Yes. I'm gonna come in you, Little Kitten." He pulled her hips toward him and buried his cock deep in a final hard thrust. She felt him pulsing inside her in shuddering release, and her body convulsed in another shattering orgasm. As the intensity of her pleasure subsided, she began to sob—for Antony, for herself, for all they had endured together, and with regret at never having felt this way with her husband. She closed her eyes and hoped that Antony would never learn what she had done this night. Now, she had a new secret to keep, a complicated secret about an empty dining car on an army train hurtling through the forest in the middle of a civil war and her time with a man who held her husband in contempt and could make her feel things she had never known were possible. "You've got my seed inside you now, Little Kitten, swimming deeper and deeper toward that egg you should have been saving for your husband." Dmitri stroked in and out a few more times and then left Gabriella sprawled limply across the table. He didn't bother to put his pants back on. He simply stood watching her with his cock at half mast. "Now, you've bought my silence about your cousin," he said. "Next, I'll collect payment for your altar boy." Gabriella looked over her shoulder in surprise. "What do you mean?" "You'll see soon enough," he said, and then called loudly, "Sergeant, come on in." The dining car door slid open, and a large fat man in a military uniform walked into the room with a big smile on his face, Gabriella scrambled off the table, pulling her skirt down, and covering her breasts as best she could with her hands. "You remember Frederic, don't you?" Dmitri asked. "He was in your class before he dropped out of school to join the army." Gabriella backed slowly away from the table. "What are you doing? Why is he here?" Dmitri didn't answer. "Frederic, do you remember Gabriella?" "Yes sir. She never talked to me at school, but that's okay because none of the other girls did either. I always thought she was pretty, though." "Well Frederic, Gabriella wants to show you how grateful she would be if you would forget that you and I discovered her husband hiding on the train tonight. Isn't that right Little Kitten?" "What do you think you're doing? We had a deal." Gabriella said in a whisper. She bumped into the table behind her and stopped, glaring at Dmitri. "Yes, we do have a deal. The deal is that I own your body for the rest of the night. What I want to do with it next is give it to my friend, Frederic. If you back out now, you've paid for Andre, but not for Antony. It's entirely your decision. "Don't do this." "My price isn't really so bad, is it? After all, now that we've established that you're a whore, what difference does it make if you fuck one more man?" Gabriella desperately tried to think of a way out of her new situation. But what were her options? She had to get through the night without anyone else learning her secret. She barely remembered this fat kid from her class. He had grown into a fat man with a belly that hung over his belt, and arms and legs that jiggled as he walked. He could have been handsome if he weighed about 90 pounds less. At least he didn't seem dangerous. "What's your answer, Little Kitten? Dawn is approaching." "Let's get it over with," she said without meeting his gaze. "You aren't the first woman to hate me," Dmitri said with a grin. He turned back to Frederic. "Okay, Sergeant, here's the deal. Gabriella wants to make love with you to show you how thankful she is. But, since you're so much bigger than she is, you could hurt her if you get on top. So, let's ask her to help you get your clothes off, and then you can lie down on the floor and let her get on top. How does that sound?" "Yes sir," Frederic said with a big grin and bright eyes. Gabriella followed Dmitri's instructions without comment. Her feelings were too complex to sort through now—anger at betrayal by a man who owed her no loyalty, guilt about what she had already done and was about to do, and even lingering arousal. She stripped Frederic as fast as she could without looking either man in the eye. Soon the fat man was flat on his back between two tables with his erect cock pointing toward the ceiling and a smile of happy anticipation on his face. "Frederic, have you ever seen a more fuckable slut?" asked Dmitri. "No sir, I don't believe I have." "Do you want her to fuck you tonight?" "Yes sir. I would like that, sir." "Okay Little Kitten, finish getting naked. I want my friend to enjoy the sight of your young, lean body as you fuck him. It will help him appreciate the potential value of other deals I may arrange for him in the future." Gabriella glared at Dmitri, but dropped her skirt to the floor. Dmitri ran his hands over her breasts, then cupped her chin and turned her head so that he could kiss her hard on the mouth. He continued taunting her. "Frederic is a loyal soldier, and considering the value of his information, this is a fair trade, don't you think?" She searched his eyes and said nothing. "Now, straddle him and ease down slowly until his nice hard cock slides all the way into your pussy. We don't want either one of you to get hurt." Reluctantly, Gabriella dropped to her knees, one on each side of the fat man's considerable girth. She wondered if it bothered him that another man's fresh semen was already inside her. If he knew, he didn't care, and immediately reached for her naked breasts with his big hands. She was pleasantly surprised by how gently he massaged them and how good it felt when he squeezed and pulled her nipples. The pleasurable feeling began to spread, and she couldn't suppress a gasp of surprise when Frederic gently drew one finger across her swollen clitoris. Dmitri touched her cheek and said, "You may not have noticed, but he doesn't have a condom either. But don't worry. If you get pregnant, the kid will probably be mine since my sperm got a half hour head start on whatever Frederic dumps inside you." Before Gabriella could react to Dmitri's taunt, Frederic guided his stiff cock into line with her swollen pussy with one hand and pulled her hips downward with the other. She felt the smooth, warm tip spread her open, and she grunted in reluctant pleasure. She gave up any attempt at resistance and let her weight carry her down slowly, resting her hands on the fat man's chest to control her descent. With every centimeter his cock penetrated, the more the warmth spread throughout her body. Once Frederic's shaft was buried completely inside her, it occurred to Gabriella that she could use her position on top to prevent him from coming in her, and reduce the chances of getting pregnant. When he seemed close to finishing, she would simply raise herself high enough to finish the process with either her hand, or if necessary, with her mouth. Frederic stared at Gabriella with a slight smile and stroked her shoulders with his open palms. Except for the movement of his hands, he remained motionless as she began to move up and down on his erect penis. Soon, he settled his hands on her hips so that he could pull her downward more firmly after each upward stroke. They settled into a steady rhythm, and Gabriella closed her eyes as the pleasure of a perfectly-sized cock thrusting gently but deeply into her belly began to make her forget the circumstances of her pleasure. She leaned forward with her hands on his chest, and was soon rotating her hips in synchrony with his increasingly urgent movements. "That's so good," Frederic said in a strained tone of voice. "I've never had a whore better than you. Oh my god, what a fucking night this is." Instead of anger at his words, Gabriella shuddered with increased arousal. The steady rhythm of the train, the steady penetration she had no choice but to endure, and her complete freedom from decision-making as the fat man used her like a whore combined to take her into a state of pure feeling and very little thought. Warm hands squeezing her breasts startled her, and she turned to see Dmitri kneeling behind her, straddling Frederic's legs, completely naked and smiling. "She's got nice tits, doesn't she, Sarge? And flaring hips just right for having children. Her thin waist will look good swelling with a baby inside, don't you think?" "Oh yeah." Frederic was breathing faster and his face was turning a ruddy shade of red. Gabriella closed her eyes as Dmitri leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck, and then she felt something cool and wet drop onto her lower back. She vaguely understood that he was massaging lotion or oil into her back and buttocks in slow firm circles, adding to the pleasure that was becoming more and more intense. She felt another squirt of cool liquid and then a finger pressed gently for entrance into her anus. As Dmitri overcame the resistance of her sphincter, a quiver of pleasure shot through her body and she gasped out loud. "Uuungh. Oh. . . oh my god." "Relax and enjoy, Little Kitten," said Dmitri as he began moving his finger slowly in and out of her tight back passage. Dmitri moved his finger to the rhythm of Frederic' cock, and short, high-pitched moans from Gabriella accompanied each thrust into her receptive core. Frederic still had a smile on his face, but he was breathing faster as she rode his cock with increasing urgency. He grasped both her nipples and began squeezing and twisting with the just the right force to produce pleasure. Dmitri grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed down on her shoulders with his other hand. Frederic brought a breast to his mouth and circled her nipple with his tongue. "Uhhungh, unngh, ohh." Gabriella's body smoldered. The slowly spreading heat burst into flame when Dmitri began slowly stretching her ass open with the head of his well-lubricated cock. He pushed in steadily, and she felt a sensation of pleasurable fullness she had never imagined possible. Dmitri might have contempt for her, but he was being very gentle. His weight forced her closer to Frederic. As her breasts were pressed against Frederic's chest he moved his fingers from her nipples to the sides of her face. She moaned in pleasure as she was consumed by new sensations. She no longer cared that with Dmitri's weight above her, she had lost the option of raising her hips high enough to escape the eruption of semen that would soon come from the fat man's long, hard cock. For now, her only awareness was wonder at the incredible feeling of two cocks moving inside her at once. The two men fucked her in a coordinated rhythm. Her face bore an expression of pure lust, and she didn't resist when Frederic kissed her and thrust his tongue into her mouth as the first pulse of semen went deep into her pussy. She collapsed fully onto his chest and fat belly as the strongest orgasm of her life carried her quivering into total release. It took only a few more strong thrusts into her ass for Dmitri to deposit his sperm deep in her bowels. It was hard for Gabriella to breathe deeply, sandwiched between the two men, but she was so drained of energy and care that she was content to merely lie between them as their cocks slowly softened inside her. Dmitri soon rolled to his back on the floor next to Frederic, but Gabriela remained lying on top of the fat man's body with his penis still partially inside her pussy. All three were comfortable enough, and sufficiently fatigued, that they would have slept for a few moments had Frederic not stirred and said, "Captain, I should go check on security. It won't be long before we pass the curve and begin slowing for the city." "Okay, Sergeant. I'll meet you in the command car in fifteen minutes. Remember that what we learned tonight stays with us. No word to anyone about what we discovered earlier this evening." "Yes sir." Frederic gently helped Gabriella move onto the floor between himself and Dmitri and reached for the parts of his uniform scattered near them. "And thank you, pretty lady. It was a pleasure to get to know you a bit more," he said as he buttoned his shirt. Gabriella smiled at Frederic but looked away quickly without speaking. Dmitri stood and began dressing. By the time he put on his boots, Frederic had disappeared into the next car to resume his duties. Dmitri handed Gabriella her skirt and blouse. She slowly stood and stretched, raised her arms above her head and arched her back, accentuating the curves of her breasts and hips. She ignored the fluids running slowly down her inner thighs and leaned naked against the window, through which the first hints of dawn would soon become evident. "I trust you will keep your promise," she said and extended her hand to Dmitri. "Payment was made in full, and I'm an honest man." They shook hands, and Dmitri disappeared through the door into the next car without looking back. Gabriella stared through the dark window at the first hints of dawn and began buttoning her blouse. A hint of a smile played across her lips. When she and Dmitri next crossed paths in the course of this tragic war, she would make sure he confronted a predatory cat rather than a little kitten. END Little Kitten Ch. 02 Note: Written with the permission of Likegoodwine. I just couldn't see the husband staying married after Sheila's revenge. Sheila cheated without any proof, after only hearing part of the guy's conversation. After all, the word "pussy" has two meanings doesn't it? Some of you will like my ending; most won't, and you know what? I can live with that! What a beautiful day! I am a newly divorce husband of the slut known as Sheila. It's been about five months and Sheila has been trying to get me into therapy with her. I just don't see it. Maybe I'm just being stupid or immature but then why shouldn't I be? I didn't cheat, I didn't lie and two stupid clap-infected studs didn't fuck me. She did and I am left to clean up the mess. This is what happened the day my life changed. After having the Veterinarian euthanize our old cat 'Whiskers', I came home with two kittens to replace him so that our kids wouldn't be too unhappy about losing our old, sick pussycat. I put down the box containing the two kittens in the kitchen, and walked into the living room to check out what was on the tube. My wife Sheila was about two steps behind me — and about two steps too late. I picked up the remote off of the coffee table, and my life changed in a moment. All I did was press the 'play' button on the Blu-Ray. The first face on the screen was Sheila. She was calling me a "cheating bastard." I turned and looked just at her as she tried to grab the remote. I was too fast for that, so she tried standing in front of the TV. She was crying something about, "PLEASE! Don't look!" I sat there as, for the first five minutes of the video, my wife called me a "cheating bastard" over and over again. Next my on-screen wife went from one man to another. Needless to say, by the end of the film she was between the two of them being DP'ed; not just once but many times over. As I sat there wondering what had just happened, it hit me that the love of my life was a slut and that my marriage had just come to an end. Then she started talking about something or another, but all I heard was "blah, blah, blah." I looked around to see if the house was still there. Maybe this was some type of candid camera thing. Then I felt something holding on to my leg; I looked down and there she was — the slut that ruined my life. I pulled her off just long enough to get in my bedroom and slam the door behind me. I locked it and headed for the closet to pack enough clothes for a couple of weeks. That would give me enough time to get my ducks in a row. After about ten minutes, I came out of the room with two suitcases and headed for the door. She followed me outside yelling, "Please don't leave me!" I threw the suitcases in the trunk of the car and ran back into the house and grabbed some keys. When I came back out she was sitting on the grass crying. I bent down and handed the keys to her. She looked up at me. "Why are you giving me my keys?" I start laughing, because she looked so confused. "What is so funny?" she asked. I stopped and looked at her with all of the hate I had for her at that moment and said, "This is my house. Remember — I owned it before you moved in with me and my name is on the mortgage. It's a good thing for you that your name is on the title of your car. And those are your suitcases. Have a nice life." I went back in the house and dead-bolted the door. She sat in the yard crying for about thirty minutes. When the police showed up, it took them about three minutes before they started knocking on the door. The first officer was an older guy in his fifties; the other officer was about twenty-something. They asked me to step outside. After introducing themselves, the older officer asked, "Sir, can you tell us what happened here?" So I told them the story. The younger officer asked if could he see the video, so I took them in and showed them about ten seconds worth. They went back outside and told her to vacate the yard. She sat there looking at me, crying, as the older officer said to her, "It's either find somewhere else to be, or go to jail. Your choice." For the first time she looked scared. She got into her car, looked at me, and then drove away. I went in grabbed a beer and sat down. I had to come up with a plan. Being a child of divorce, I knew the courts have a way of always fucking over the man in the relationship. So I had to think of something quick and do it hard and fast. Sleep didn't come at all that night but I did have an idea of what I was going to do. First thing was to burn a few copies of the video. I was just finishing up my last copy when the phone rang. I didn't want to answer it, but it was my dad. "What up pops?" I asked. "David, what the fuck is going on boy!" he almost shouted at me. I wanted to know how he heard so fast. He said, "Son, your wife has been here crying all night." "HUH?" I grunted in reply. "You heard me the first time." Now this pissed me off; she goes to my dad's house? Why didn't she go to her fucking parent's house? I said, "POPs? Come by my place and I'll show you why," and rang off. About a half hour later my dad came in with Sheila's father in tow. Both of them wanted to know what the hell was going on. I wasn't sure that Sheila's dad would survive finding out. "Well," I thought, "I'm still alive after seeing her in action, so he'll probably make it too." I pressed play and left the room. They both walked in and sat down in front of the TV. About twenty minutes later her dad came up to me without saying a word, shook my hand, hugged me and left. My dad said he had someone to kick out of his house, but he would come back later. This was turning out to be a bad day and it would only get worse. Around 3:00 o'clock, Sheila's mom called. I wasn't about to answer the phone, so I just let the answering machine pick it up, but in the background I heard my mom. "David, pick up the damn phone. I know you're there!" So like a dumb-ass momma's boy I picked it up. "Yes mom, what do you want?" I asked. "David — Ellen and I are on the way over. You need to listen to your wife." "Mom, you need to stay out of this; it's going to get ugly and I don't want you caught in the middle," I told her. I tried to warn her, but moms being moms, they just don't listen. For the second time in 24 hours another set of parents were in my house. This time they had the slut with them. I told Sheila to wait on the porch 'till I put some plastic down. I didn't know if the slut was still leaking from her ass since she was an anal whore now. "Stop being so damn mean!" my mom yelled at me. I looked at my mom, my eyes telling her that she could leave too. Then, just like a woman, she changed tactics. "David, son — I know your hurting but don't do something you'll regret later. Take some time and think about the kids," she said to me. This was why I didn't want her involved. You see my mom got caught cheating by my dad. He kicked her ass out and is married to a nice woman about the same age as my mom but without being such a busy body. My mom knew she had just hit a sore spot; she could see it in my eyes. I said, "Mom, you would know how she feels." I knew it was wrong but she just had to put her two cents in. She said in a sad voice, "David that was uncalled for." I replied, "Mom you weren't around when dad was hurting — you ran back to your lover. Who was worrying about the kids then, huh mom? You had no idea what we went through. "Did you know that dad was the one who called you on your birthdays? I never wanted to speak to you again. Dad told me that it was okay to hate what you had done, but not to hate you. "I know you're trying to help because of what you lost, but you're the one who lost it. You threw us away for a better life. Dad might not be rich but he is loved." I think for the first time my mom felt the pain she had caused, after twenty-five years she finally got it. She told the ladies, "Lets go." Sheila just stood there. Finally she looked into my eyes and said, "I'm sorry," and slowly turned and walked away from the house. Two months later we were in the courtroom in front of the Judge talking about child support. Sheila thought it was unfair that she had to pay so much. The Judge thought it was fair because Sheila had asked for the same amount before when she thought that she would get the kids. You see, Sheila tried to force me into taking her back by saying it was cheaper to keep her. She ran up the credit cards, hired a high priced attorney and got her parents to try and get the kids on their side. But once the tape was leaked on the web everything changed. Both men and women were hitting on her all the time. She lost her job when her boss called her a slut and she slapped him. He had her arrested for assault. He told the cops she liked to be called "SLUT." When she asked where he heard that, he said, "On your website." She watched in horror as she saw herself on the screen. She called me every name in the book and some that weren't. I just recorded it all and played it for the Judge. The Judge wasn't pleased with me but he felt she had brought it on herself. So here I sit, a single man with a bright outlook on life. I have all my hair, my teeth, a nice home, a good job, a Dodge Viper with a Black Panther spoiler kit, and an ex-wife who pays me spousal and child support. When her next check comes I am taking the kids to Six Flags. As my dad says, "It's never good to A-S-S-U-M-E, cause when you assume you make an 'ass out of u and me.'" Ain't that the truth? Once again, I thank my editor. For some reason my editor and I know that no matter what you do, you can't make everyone happy. Love it, hate it — It's all good.