74 comments/ 80408 views/ 35 favorites You're Our Bitch Now - FTDS By: FinishTheDamnStory Blackmailing the wrong man's wife- my ending to shooter44n45's You're My Bitch Now URL: http://www.literotica.com/s/you-re-my-bitch-now Way back in '05, shooter44n45 writes a story about a stupid wife who gets drunk, and ends up in a compromising position with her neighbor. The neighbor drags her into the house, threatens her, strips her naked, ties her down to the bed and rapes her. He takes pictures of her naked, before she's tied down, and threatens to show the pictures to her husband. Stupid wifey becomes his blackmailed slut of course, getting deeper in trouble, allowing herself to do more under more threats, fucking the neighbor, and soon his friend. The protagonist is proud of the way he's got her under his control, with pictures and video, and has no qualms about using her as his personal slut, although she continuously claims to love her husband, and is afraid he's going to find out. Neighbor guy says it's not a problem, they'll keep it their secret as long as she's willing to be his slut whenever husband's away on travel, which is often. A secret? I wonder how long that would really last, the way the story was escalating. BTW, the author's name was somewhat inspirational in coming up with a resolution. There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Poor little Sabrina. I had her stitched up good, between the pictures and the video. The one-on-one fucking had been damned good, but bringing my old buddy Steve into the game showed me a new side to my new little slut that I was going to take advantage of. Hubby was out of town for a week, and the first day he was gone, I'd managed to get her on video, and double-teamed her. She was properly owned, and wasn't fighting it any longer. Four nights of fucking and sucking later, I invited her over for a nightcap. Like the good little obedient slut she was becoming, she showed up on time, dressed as I'd required. As she entered the room, I saw the look of hesitation on her face, and thought she'd make a run for it. Luckily Steve was standing beside the door and closed it behind her, locking it. "What's going on?" she asked nervously. I took her in my arms, feeling her trembling. The tears were already starting to form in the corners of her eyes. "Just a little party, starring the hot little number from next door." She turned and looked at the three men that I had waiting for her. The three new men, not counting me and Steve of course. "Please don't do this," she whimpered. "This wasn't our deal." "Our deal is whatever I want it to be. Unless you'd like some very damaging pictures and video to end up in your husband's hands." The truth was, I would just as soon have kept her for myself, but Steve has a big mouth. He had to go and blab to all the guys about the hot little bitch I owned, and how she'd do whatever I told her to. Now it was a matter of honor, to show the control I had over her. "I can't do this," she said, shaking her head firmly. "Steve was bad enough, this is not right. I'm married. This is getting way out of hand." "Stop the bullshit. You know you love being treated like a whore. I own you now, and you are going to show these guys a good time." "I can't. I really can't. My husband will be home tomorrow. If I let all those guys have me, there's no way he's not going to figure things out. He always wants sex when he gets back. Lots of it. He's going to find out." I shrugged. Not my problem. "I guess you're going to have to find a way to put him off until you feel you're ready for him. Your problem, not mine." I was already pulling the raincoat off of her, exposing the teasing bra and panty set that was all she was wearing underneath, just like I'd told her. Good girl. She pulled at the sides of the coat, trying to close it. That pissed me off. I grabbed the front and pulled it open fiercely, tearing it off her arms, leaving her standing there half-naked. The tears were running freely down her face. "Stop crying. You know you want this." "I don't," she sobbed. "I really don't. Please." I nodded to Steve who stepped up behind her, pinning her arms to her side. I reached down into her panties, feeling up her sloppy pussy. "This right here says you do." She was still shaking her head, when I tore the panties off of her. I pushed her to her knees, and opened my pants. "Suck my cock, babe. I need it." She looked up at me, with a look of resignation. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? I've done everything you asked." "Because I want to. That should be good enough for you. Now stop the whining, and suck. You know you're going to enjoy this, so get started." Steve dropped down behind her, playing with her tits and pussy, while she started sucking on my cock. It was like I thought. She wanted it. All I had to do was get her started. When I was good and hard, I turned her around, bent her over at the waist, and started pounding that married pussy. Steve was in front of her, and guided her mouth to his cock, which she started sucking while moaning. That was all it took. After her first orgasm, I picked her up by the waist and carried her into the middle of the living room, where three more eager cocks waited for her. The woman was hotter than a habanero. Once we had her going, she couldn't get enough of it. All three holes were open and ready for action, and she got a lot of it. Now that we knew she was on the pill, nobody cared where they finished, in her mouth, her tight little ass - tight, at least, for a while - or her married pussy. We must have spent a good three hours fucking the living shit out of her, and she was a god-awful mess when we finished, barely able to move. I said goodnight to the guys while she laid there on my living room floor exhausted. I wasn't looking forward to cleaning up the next day. When it was finally just the two of us, I helped her to her feet. "I hate you," she whispered. "Aw, Babe, don't be that way. You know you had fun." "You used me. You let all those guys fuck me over and over again. You're making a whore out of me." I laughed. "You always were a whore. I'm just helping that part of you come out and play." "I'm not doing that again. There's no way I'll be able to keep this secret. I'll tell my husband myself, before I'll let you make me some gangbang slut. This isn't what I agreed to." "Alright, no more parties," I lied. "I really thought you'd enjoy it. You seemed to have a lot of fun with me and Steve." "That was different. I'd never had two men before. I figured it would be fun to experience it once." "So? This is no different. I bet you were never gangbanged or three-holed before either. Now you've had a chance to experience that." I was helping her put her jacket on, careful of where I touched her. She was covered in cum, and I didn't want any more of it on me than absolutely necessary to get her out of my house and back to her home. She was walking gingerly as I took her outside, and walked her next door. I don't think she'd have made it on her own. She dipped her hand in her raincoat pocket and came up with a key, handing it to me. I lined it up with the keyhole and almost shit my shorts, all that I was wearing, when the door opened. I looked up into the face of a very angry husband. That's all I needed to see. I turned and ran, that being the better part of valor. ~ * ~ * ~ I'll admit it. I was upset, nervous, even a little scared. I had no idea what was going to happen to Sabrina. I was hoping her husband was a wimp, and took her back. I sure as shit didn't need her showing up on my doorstep with no place to go, expecting me to take care of her. As if I was going to tie myself down with a used cheating whore. I mean, sure, I'd fuck her, but I didn't want to have to keep her. I was also a little pissed. Hubby coming home a day early probably meant that the fun and games were over, no matter what happened. That was really too bad, because there was no two ways about it, Sabrina was one hot little bitch and a great fuck and suck. I'd miss that. Worst of all was the not knowing. The last thing in the world I needed was an enraged husband coming after me. Of course I had the pictures and the video to prove that she wanted it. Including some new footage from her gangbang. I didn't want to do it, but I sure as shit wasn't going to take the heat for the little whore. I'd give him everything if I had to. For three days I tried to stay away from the house as much as possible, leaving before dawn, and coming home after midnight. The first two days were on the weekend, Sabrina's harmless little gangbang happening on a Friday night. I had nowhere to go so I spent most of my time with Steve on Saturday, and at Jerry's house on Sunday, watching the football games all day, until I could tell that I'd overstayed my welcome. You'd think that after I let him fuck my neighbor slut, he'd be a little more generous with letting me hang out. I blame it on his wife, she didn't understand that he had an obligation to me, and I couldn't really explain it to her. I hit a bar for a late night drink or three before heading back home, watching the neighbor's house for a while to make sure the lights were out before sneaking into my own house. I was exhausted, sleeping like shit, every noise outside setting me on edge. I was eating all my meals out, and only coming home to crash, clean up and change. I kept waiting to hear something, anything from next door, but nothing. The guys at work were asking when they could come over for some more fun. I wasn't about to tell them the truth, at least not until I knew for sure what the fallout was. I explained that we could only play with my toy when her husband was out of town, and that he was back. I was a hero to them, but was getting more concerned with every passing day. I didn't think that any man could let what we'd done slide without doing something. Wednesday things started to change, although I wouldn't recognize it immediately. Steve didn't come to work, didn't call in or nothing. We couldn't get him on the phone neither. After work I went by his place but it was dark, and locked up tight. His car was there, but nobody answered the door. Thursday, Jerry was a no-show. On Friday, the last two members of our little impromptu party never came to work, and I knew that trouble was brewing. I wanted to call the police, but damn if I knew what I would tell them. Then again, two of the missing guys were married, so I figured their wives were probably wearing out 911. In retrospect, I was pretty stupid. I mean, it was obvious, wasn't it? We'd fucked a man's wife, and everyone involved but me had disappeared. It couldn't be a coincidence. I hadn't heard shit from next door. I was like an ostrich, with my head buried in the sand, hoping it would all go away. Friday, I stayed out until the bars closed. I seriously considered getting a hotel room somewhere, anywhere. But that cost money, and I didn't have enough cash saved to do that for very long. I'd have to go home eventually. I thought about moving away, but I'd have to sell the house, find a new job, all because I couldn't pass up a little pussy. I was pissed at Sabrina, and her asshole husband who was leaving me hanging. I finally ended up parking halfway down the block, and sneaking in the backdoor of my own house like a thief around 2:30 in the morning. I was more than a little drunk and feeling sorry for myself as I walking through my dark house, afraid to turn on any lights before making it to my bedroom and collapsing in bed. ~ * ~ * ~ Shit. I was in trouble. Deep trouble. The only question was how deep. I woke with a dry mouth and a splitting headache. At first I thought it might be a hangover, but when I tried to move I found out that my hands and feet were tied. I was seated on a hard chair. A bright light was glaring down at me. I looked up and saw I was in a dark room except for one very bright light glaring in my eyes. I had started to look to the side when my head exploded. Twice. I was spitting up blood, when a face I had hoped to never see before appeared in front of me. "Awake finally," he said. "She wanted it, man. I swear. Don't blame me. She came looking for it. It's not—" The man could slap harder than a pro-fighter could punch. His hand slashed across my face, open-handed, almost spinning my head around like the Exorcist chick. The whole world went dark for a second. Then he was yanking my head back by the hair, his stone cold eyes staring into mine. "Don't speak unless I tell you to," he said. I would have nodded if he'd let go of my hair. I shut up and only moaned when he slapped me again. Fucker kept slapping the same side of my face. I was sure he'd already dislodged one molar. He stepped back, and I could see that the room wasn't completely dark, it just seemed that way with the big light shining in my face. I watched him warily as he started pacing. "How did you think it was going to work out? You fuck another man's wife, rape her, blackmail her, use her for your own fun, and you think you get a free ride?" I didn't know if he was expecting an answer or not. I didn't want to piss him off anymore than I already had. He marched over and slapped me again. This time I could see that he had a leather glove on, and it looked like there was some kind of padding or something on the inside. After that smack, I felt a loose tooth in my mouth, which fell out when I spit up the blood. "I asked you a question, asshole! How did you figure it would work out?" "Didn't think you'd find out," I tried to explain. "It was just a little fun—" BAM. My world exploded in a bright white light, that turned completely dark. Closed fist to the middle of my face, leaving me in agony, blood pouring out of my nose, which I was certain he'd broken. "Fun. Yeah, let's have some fun." The way he said it made me tremble. He was pacing again, and every time he turned my way I felt a chill run down my spine. "Do you know what I do for a living?" he asked, stopping in front of me. I shook my head. How the hell was I supposed to know that? "You never thought to ask? Find out from my whore wife the kind of man you were cuckolding?" I shook my head again. Now it seemed kind of obvious that I should have found out. "You are one stupid fucking idiot," he sneered. "I'm head of international security for BTG. I deal with problems. I stop them, make them go away. Now you had to go and make yourself a problem." "I . . . I didn't know." The backhand was twice as bad as the slapping. I felt another tooth crack, and realized that the shit I was in was so deep I might never climb out of it. When my ears stopped ringing, I looked up and he was pacing again, halfway across the room. I didn't know what to do, if there was anything I could do. "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't know. It was just sex, man. That's all. Nobody was hurt." He laughed. The fucker laughed. Then he was walking back toward me, and I felt my bladder go. "What I don't understand is what could possibly be going on in your brain. How can you think it's alright to fuck another man's wife, a neighbor, for God's sake? How can you destroy another person's life, their marriage, on a whim? Did you really think that when you were caught, you'd just get a free pass? Seriously?" His fist struck my stomach, leaving me gasping for air. "Answer me, dickbreath!" It took a while before I could breathe. "I didn't think about it. I never thought that far." "Why don't you think about it now? Think about what happens to asshole, blackmailing rapists who fuck the wrong man's wife." He didn't give me a chance to think about it. His closed fist came at my face and the lights went out. ~ * ~ * ~ I was in pain all over. I was bouncing around in the darkness, aching everywhere. I could tell I wasn't alone by the moans and grunts. Then the bouncing stopped. Light appeared, blinding me, and I could see I was in the back of some kind of truck or trailer. Steve was closest to the door, and he was dragged out, landing hard on the ground. He was hog-tied, as were all of us. All five of us. I knew this wasn't good. I tried to call out through the gag in my mouth, but the muffled sound was mingling with everyone else's incoherent noises. Then it was my turn, a big guy climbing into the space and dragging me to the edge, before letting me fall about three feet onto the pile of bodies below. There were three men standing around, all dressed in camo, wearing masks that covered their whole head. I think you call them balaclavas, with openings for their eyes and mouth. One at a time they dragged us across the clearing, leaving us leaning against a large log. We were all naked, and trussed like turkeys. From the bruises on their faces and bodies, it was obvious that none of them had been treated any more kindly than I was. Then he was there. The husband. Unmasked, and smiling. That smile terrified me. "You guys like to have fun. Let's all have some fun." He looked around at his three cohorts and they laughed. "Here's the deal. My wife is out there somewhere." He lifted his arm, and waved in a big arc behind us. "I'm going to release you all in just a few minutes. Then I'm going to give you a head start. You three," he nodded toward the guys I'd had over for the gangbang, "get a fifteen minute head-start." Then he walked over to Steve, and gave him a kick. "You, asshole, get ten minutes." He walked toward me, and I braced myself for the kick which never came. "You, the instigator, you get five minutes." Then the bastard unzipped his pants and pissed on me. He grinned the whole time, while I tried to keep my face out of the stream. "My team and I are going to hunt you down, like the cowardly dogs you are. It's almost seven a.m. If you can stay alive until dark, we'll let you go free. If you can find my wife and fuck her, I'll kill her instead of you. She knows this, and I doubt she'll make it easy for you. She's had an hour head start already." He looked at his watch and was silent, while we waited for whatever was next. It was unnerving, sitting there naked, while they stood still. Then the husband, tilted his head to one side, and we heard a brief siren from behind us in the woods. He smiled. "That's my loving wife. On the hour, her alarm will go off. Never say I didn't give you an honest chance." He walked around us once, then stood in front of us again. "If through some miracle you do survive, nothing will ever be said about our little game. You will go home, and never breathe a word about it. You will be unable to prove anything if you're stupid enough to go to the police. If, however unlikely, I'm picked up, my associates will make sure that nobody survives another 24 hours. You, your families, wives, parents, siblings, children, they will all be dispatched. This is my promise. It ends here, today, or the next time we meet, it will not be pretty. Slow and painful will be more like it." His three assistants went over and cut my three co-workers hands free. Each was given one of those tiny three blade swiss army knives. "Don't say I didn't make things fair. I'm even giving you a weapon to protect yourself," Sabrina's husband said. "You've got one minute to free yourself and then you're on the clock. Fifteen minutes." I had to listen to their pleas for a couple of minutes while they cut their legs free, and begged for another chance. They were crying that they had wives, family. It was just sex. Just one time. They didn't know. You're Our Bitch Now - FTDS One of the masked guys was looking at his watch. He raised a hand and gave a press on an air horn, its blast shattering the quiet of the woods. "Fifteen minutes," hubby said. Two of them took off running, while Jerry continued to plead his case. Hubby walked over in front of him. "If you don't make this fun for us, if we catch you in less than an hour, I'm going to take your wife and children, and make them the center of the same kind of party you threw for my wife. Over and over again, until they beg me to kill them. I'd run if I were you." Jerry's kids were 10 and 12. I had no doubt the man would do exactly what he claimed. I guess Jerry believed him too, and took off running. A few minutes later Steve's hands were released, and he was quick to cut his own legs free. He still took a few seconds to turn toward me and kick me as hard as he could in the ribs. "Damn you for getting me caught up in this!" he spat. "If we both survive, I'm coming after you!" Then he was off running into the woods. Only seconds after he left, the guy with the air-horn gave it another blast. I noticed Steve took off in a different direction, at right angles to the rutted path we came in on. That seemed like a good idea. There were five of us, and four of them. If we headed different directions, they couldn't follow all of us. Of course, the chances of running into the wife weren't so good. Then it was my turn. The ropes around my hands were cut, not too cleanly, leaving me bleeding. Then I was handed the tiny knife. I pulled the gag off my mouth, while cutting the ropes around my ankles. "This is crazy, you know. You'll never get away with it. It was just sex, damn it! Nobody gets killed over sex." "Maybe more people should," one of the masked guys said. Hubby leaned over me. "I don't want you to die too soon. That wouldn't be fun. So I'm going to give you a hint. The woods back the way we came are booby-trapped. You go that way, I guarantee you won't last ten minutes. I'd hate to see you blown up. I want to see the fear in your eyes when I bleed you like a hog." The man was insane. That's all there was too it. I took off running to the left, the opposite direction of Steve. I wasn't a hundred yards out when I heard the air-horn behind me. Five minutes. It was agony, running through the wood naked and barefoot. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew that with just five minutes I had to put distance between myself and the crowd behind me. I had a stitch in my side, and could barely breathe by the time I heard the air-horn that told me they were on their way. ~ * ~ * ~ I don't know how long I ran, then jogged, then stumbled through the dense woods. It was cold, and I was trembling from exhaustion and the temperature. It seemed like forever, but all I could do was keep moving forward. I'd heard the wife's siren go off once, distant, so I knew that at least one hour had passed. I was heading toward what I thought was a ridge or hill. I thought that maybe if I could get to the top, I could see where I was, perhaps find some kind of trail or road. Something, anything. Then I heard the first gunshot off to my right, quickly echoed by two more. It was followed by a high-pitched scream. Moments later that damned air-horn blasted away. Shit. Four of us. Four of them. I instinctively turned more toward my left, away from the gunshot. For a while I could run a little faster. For a while. My mouth was parched, and I was walking, the best I could manage. Whenever I could I'd jog a few more steps before walking again. I wished I had taken up running at some time. Too late now. My feet were agony, surpassing the pain of the injuries I'd sustained during my brief interrogation. I ached all over. The whore's siren went off while I was struggling to keep my distance from my pursuers. I noticed it was a little louder. I was praying, to Jesus, God, Buddha, Mohammed, anyone who might help me. I wasn't a church going guy, but I figured it couldn't hurt at this point. Another gunshot rang out, far away. It seemed to come from behind me and to my left. I shied right, picking up the pace, stumbling when the air-horn went off. I'd only made it maybe fifty more yards, when I heard the blast of a rifle nearby. I could hear the bullet hit a tree trunk only a couple of feet away. I turned right, away from the noise and sprinted the best I could, for as long as I could stand it. I heard laughter behind me. Laughter I recognized. His laughter. Twice more I heard the wife's siren. Twice more I heard the gunshots in the distance. Twice more I heard the screams. Twice more the blast of the air-horns split the air. Four down. Only I remained. I had no idea how I'd managed to escape as long as I did. The sun was still high in the sky. It couldn't have been much past noon. The four blasts of the wife's siren confirmed my estimates. My chances of surviving weren't looking good, not with four pursuers after me. I stumbled along, doing my best to keep moving, hoping that somehow I'd lost them. A rustle from my left and voices had my stomach in my throat. I turned away from the sound, trying to move as quickly and quietly as I could. I skirted a section of denser growth and heard laughter far behind me and to the right. Shit. I adjusted my path, hunched over, looking all around me, hoping to spot my pursuers before they spotted me. Then another gunshot rang out, all too close. "Having fun?" a voice rang out from my right, way too near for comfort. I saw a break in the trees nearby and headed for it, skirting the edge of a small clearing, afraid to run through the middle of it. I was almost to the far side, when a series of gunshots cracked nearby, and the trees near me absorbed the impact, splinters of wood kicking free. They were all around me. I dodged behind a tree, and heard more of the evil laugher. "Run, little piggy," I heard. "We're stopping for lunch. Next time I see you, I'm putting a bullet in your fat ass. Run." I ran. I was lost, hopelessly. I ran toward the setting sun, adjusting my path when I heard the wife's siren again. It had been a while since I'd heard the air-horn that I assumed meant they'd finished their lunch and were back after me. I was bleeding from a thousand little cuts and scrapes. My feet were hamburger. I was in agony, my mouth as dry as the desert. They weren't even trying to be quiet, laughing and joking as they pursued me, their voices too close for comfort. I knew there were at least three of them, including him. I wondered if all four were back there, or if one was waiting ahead of me. My heart was pounding in my chest, my legs quivering. I just wanted to lay down and die, but as each moment passed my hopes started to rise a little. The sun was low in the sky. I knew they were toying with me, torturing me. Twice more I'd heard the whore's siren, each time a little closer. Giving me false hope. False though it might be, I clung to it. It was all I had. I was bitter, angry, my fear slowly subsiding. It wasn't fair. It was just sex, goddammit! Nothing worth killing over. If that bitch hadn't teased me, I never would have touched her. She wanted it. It was obvious. If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else. Some other poor asshole running for their life through these damn woods. A gunshot rang out from the side, I turned away from it and stumbled downhill toward what looked like a depression. The voices from behind seemed louder, and I tried to speed up, stumbling, running through the brush, ignoring the pain, moving, always moving. Then I saw her. Sabrina, moving slowly, walking, then taking a few tentative jogging steps before walking again. She wasn't naked, like the rest of us. She had on a shirt, pants and even shoes. She had some kind of vest strapped to her chest. She must have heard me. She turned, looking back my way, shrieked and took off at a jog. She'd only taken a few steps, when I heard her siren go off, making her stumble. Hope and fear gave me new energy, and I headed straight for her. She was my chance. If I could just catch her, I'd be saved. It was cruel, but better her than me, right? This was all her fault anyway. I was gaining on her, she could barely walk. I figured she'd probably been on the run at least ten hours by now. She kept looking back at me, before stumbling forward. At any moment I expected a bullet to put an end to my chase. I knew they couldn't be far behind me. God had given me a second chance, bringing me to her, a minuscule chance out here in the dense woods, even with that damned siren. I was only a few paces away when she started screaming at me. "No!" she shrieked. "I hate you. Hate you, bastard!" She stumbled and I was on her. She fought me, but my own terror gave me strength I shouldn't have. I slapped her hard, then tugged at her pants while she cried. I pulled desperately and they broke free, sliding down her legs. Her over-sized shirt still covered her crotch, but it wouldn't get in my way. I needed to fuck her. That was my one chance. My only chance. She was still crying, kicking at me, while I grabbed my cock, yanking on it, hoping that I could get enough of a hard-on to enter her. I had to believe that hubby was a man of his word, that once I was fucking her, it would be her life on the line and not mine. I forced her legs apart, and pushed her shirt up. And I knew it was over. She was wearing a chastity belt. It was a heavy duty brutish thing, and I could see where her flesh had been rubbed raw from contact with the straps. I grabbed at it, and felt the thickness, the impossibility of breaking through it. I looked up into her face, and she laughed. The bitch laughed at me. "You destroyed my life, you bastard. I'll see you in hell." Laughter surrounded me, and I looked up to see the four camo clad men surrounding me. They all had rifles pointed my way. Hubby grinned. "Was it worth it? Was it worth your life to fuck my wife, asshole?" "Please," was all I managed before the weapons went off, and the impact of the projectiles blew me off of her, and into the darkness. ~ * ~ * ~ Obviously, they didn't kill me. If they had, how the hell would I have written my story? The rubber bullets cracked my ribs and knocked me out. When I came to, I found out my ordeal wasn't over with. I was interrogated and punished. Severely and at length. Before they were done with me I'd told them everything, as honestly as I could. Lies on my part had been dealt with viciously. When they were done with me, I woke in my own bed, bones set, wounds stitched shut, in agony but alive. Alive. When I was able to climb out of the bed, I found the letter they'd left for me. Asshole. It's over. Let it go. If one word of your little ordeal ever makes it out, I or my associates will finish it, and you will not come out so easy next time. You made a huge mistake. Learn from it. And thank your lucky stars that I'm a kind and gentle man, and am willing to let bygones be bygones. Or don't. It works for me either way. ~ * ~ * ~ I made it back to work eventually. They were all there. Nobody had been killed. All bore the scars of our adventure. I wondered if theirs were as bad as mine. I knew they hadn't escaped injury completely. All were missing their left pinky finger. I'd lost the pinky off each toe, and off both hands. One of my testicles was in a jar in my refrigerator when I opened it. I had scars all over my body, which would always remind me of the cost of a little pussy. We didn't talk about it. Not a word. About a week after we were back, I was jumped by my four previous 'friends'. They beat the hell out of me, and put me in the hospital. For a while there it was touch and go; I was almost certain I was going to lose my other ball. The doctor had a lot of questions about my myriad injuries. Enough that I was visited by the police. I didn't tell them anything useful. I didn't dare. My neighbors spent a lot of time outdoors. They would wave, and grin whenever they saw me. Sabrina was always laughing if her husband was around, but if she was alone, the looks she gave me were anything but friendly. I wondered about the price she paid. I doubted she got off scot-free, not with a husband like hers. I knew one thing, all the evidence I had on her was gone. When I'd recovered from my ordeal, I'd gone looking for it, considering my options, and the possibility of contacting the police. There was a message where I'd stashed it, a simple letter, reminding me they could get to me at any time. The message was reinforced about two weeks after my return, when I woke in the middle of the night, restrained in my bed. A masked man leaned over me. "Just a friendly reminder. You're our bitch, now. You live only because we allow it. Don't be stupid." He punched me in the gut so hard, I was afraid he was going to break my spine. While I was trying to catch my breath, the man put a pen knife in my hand, that same little swiss army knife I'd been given in the woods. Then he walked away, laughing. It took me three months to sell my house, and move halfway across the country. Another four weeks to get a job paying about two-thirds what my old one did. I left no forwarding address and didn't let anyone know where I was going. I'd been in my new apartment for about a week, when I woke up with a masked stranger leaning over me in my bed. "Smart move," he said. "But remember. You're still our bitch. We can find you anywhere. You live because we allow it." Then he was gone, leaving me in a puddle of my own urine. I don't fuck married women anymore. To be honest, I haven't fucked any woman since then. Maybe I will someday, after the nightmares stop, and the scars heal a little better. Maybe. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~