Heroine: The Husband's Cologne (27 page)

“Who was that?”

“My girlfriend. She sometimes stops by at that time.”

“This was a nice surprise. You are really loveable when you tremble”, he ironically alluded to my horrors.

When Irene came around this time of the day it must be afternoon already. I guessed she wanted to pick me up for coffee. How should I explain that Robert’s and my car were parked in the driveway and I didn’t answer the door?

“Dear Irene, I was just fucking a policeman when you knocked on the door.” She would die with laughter.

Robert let go of me and I heard him entering the bedroom and rummaging through the wardrobes there. Then he came back and went to the bathroom. I heard some splashes and the toilet
was flushed. After that he inspected the kitchen intensively because I heard him opening and closing the drawers.

That he had raped me I found somehow acceptable. That was the price I had offered to pay. But he was rummaging through my house like it was his own made me absolutely furious and I felt even more helpless.

The time until he came back from his search seemed to be an eternity. Finally he stood behind me, breathing heavily and pressing his lower body against me - my angst returned.

“You guys have simply nothing in the house – no bondage, whips,
no masks. Darling-angel where do you work if you don’t entertain your johns here? I’m sure you have your toys hidden somewhere in here?”

The tone of his voice was brutal. I was horrified because he had put his paws onto my derriere and squeezed my cheeks.

“I don’t do anything of what you’re accusing me”, I retorted in fear. He allowed me to come up. But I was not allowed to get rid of the dress or what was left of it from my head. I felt his erection pressing against my back. It was obvious that he enjoyed my helplessness.

“What should I do with you now?” he weighed for a long time.

“You have far more experience than I believed. None of my women came along so nicely with me when we did it for the first time. What a shame, I would have liked hearing you scream.” I trembled. He thought some more.

“Let’s see how you react to real tough work. We’ll do it the harder way now.”

“Please, may I have another drink, otherwise I will be sick.” I’ve never sounded so submissive. But my fear was nearly unbearable. It was quiet for a while.

“Agreed.
We change the program. I can’t try out everything I like to do with you today anyway and after all I still must explain our deal to you. As I said I am not an animal. I like women and I also take care of them.” Has he lost his mind? He took care of women? I wanted to scream but his hard grip signaled caution.

The fabric around my head fell off and I squinted into the light room. My expensive dress was all torn up. Robert grinned maliciously. I didn’t want to grant him this pleasure and pulled myself together. I would not burst out crying in his presence. On wobbly legs I made it to the bar and I filled my glass half full. That should be enough.

He probably had also searched through the garage because I found a rope on the counter in the kitchen. He grinned and grabbed me by the neck.

“You have a practical bed. It is ideal for what we
wonna do next. Get in there!” With his strong grip he pushed me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed.

“You want me to stay like that?” I laughed at him lying there face down. After all I already knew what he wanted.

“Damn’ you, you can’t even wait for that. That is classy because then we’ll start with the program in this same week. And I don’t have to train you in addition.” The drug took effect and everything he said came to me like through thick fog.

“Good, then let’s start this way”, he commented matter-of-factly. With relief I noticed that he also brought condoms and skin lotion from the bathroom. He put the rubber on with some difficulties and then put plenty of lotion on my back.

“We must watch that you don’t get hurt in your behind. After all you need a healthy sphincter for what’s coming your way”, he explained like a physician.

“Is this for more than one?” I babbled cheerfully. He looked at me questioningly.

“And if ...?”

“Splendid. I can’t wait.”

His look told me that he didn’t believe me. And he was right. It was the devil talking through me and I slowly experienced the feeling of euphoria. But my mind was still working.

“Angel, don’t pull my legs. Or I must give you a good thrashing after all.”

His ego seemed to omit any kind of humor. He noticed that I winced in fear and that seemed to satisfy him.

“Just to make sure that you don’t jump off the bed”, he grinned at me and then started tying my arms and legs to the bed posts. It seemed that he loved bondage. Or was he afraid of women and only tried to fuck them when they were defenseless?

“And we don’t want to disturb your neighbors.” He stood grinning right before me holding my black undies in his hand.

“Open your mouth.” He pushed the fabric into my mouth and I was happy that I had only worn a thong today. With a belt from the wardrobe he made sure that I couldn’t spit out my pants. Temporarily I couldn’t breathe and I twitched to free my nose from the bed cover. He uttered something in Spanish and a spiteful smile indicated that he enjoyed my angst.

Then I had flashbacks, I saw beautiful colors and I felt how I took off. Pain was mixed with lust. It took him a long time and in all this time I traveled through the air and enjoyed the feeling to have no barriers any longer. How beautiful would that be if he both could make real love to each other?

Then he started to talk while his voice sounded cold and brutal.

“Julie, listen to me. Now I explain what kind of deal we are going to have.” A vehement hit was probably supposed to catch my attention. I squealed obediently.

“The deal is as follows: Now you belong to me and you will work for me. But since I am not a monster I don’t have you walk the streets. I am not a pimp as you might assume but rather an artist.” For a short time the tone of his voice became almost whiningly.

“As a cop you don’t earn much money, you know. Therefore I founded a little side-business with a couple of friends. We make movies. Not pure pornos. We put in a lot of efforts to design them professionally and we integrate socially committed aspects into our work.” How could he blabber such nonsense and still keep an erection?

“You will take part in one of our next movies. Since you are a professional we can use you right away for some harder parts.” Now he became firmer again.

“My darling-angel, for the upcoming time you will only be available for me and I decide when you’ll be working. You’ll give up your side-jobs. That is your punishment. You see we have quite an understanding. You’ll become useful to society and I save you from going to prison.”

I had already suspected something of that kind and I was almost relieved that he didn’t want me to become a hooker. Perhaps it was only for one or two movies.

“When we don’t have any orders from the movie industry you must also be temporarily available for private sessions. I will then take you to hotels and you will receive money from guys and do everything they’ll ask for.”

So it is prostitution
! I preferred to withhold my feelings.

Sometime later he stretched out beside me, panting, and he removed the gag from my mouth.

“That was wild. I never had such a wild bitch. I didn’t believe you beforehand when you said that you would have fun with it.”

He untied me and lay beside me. I rolled to my side and kissed him for a long time. I was still horny and the alcohol made the drug most effective. But I also wanted to keep him from continuing hurting me. So I pretended affection.

Robert seemed to be totally perplexed. He thought he had to convince me with force– and now that.

“Darling, we both can earn a lot of money, believe me”, he spoke softly. Then the tone of his voice changed again.

“You did understand what this is all about? A bit of work in return for your life. You’ve got it? Tell me that you’ve understood that deal!” He approached me menacingly.

“Yes, I like doing it, Robert, please believe me. I will do anything you ask me to do.” I started panicking again but it was strangely mixed with lust.

“Good. Then everything is peachy. Be at this address on Saturday around noon.” He pointed to a business card that put on my nightstand.

“This is our film studio. Wear something appropriate that will turn on men. I will then introduce you to our team. Did you get that?” He grabbed me by the neck and squeezed tight. I nodded.

“How you handle that with your husband is your business. If you don’t show up at exactly twelve o’clock you’ll be in jail the same night. And there is something else. Everything you’ll do you do voluntarily. Do not complain to somebody that I’ve been forcing you – or deal with the consequences.”

Robert got dressed and left. I heard the engine running and he slowly disappeared from the driveway. The clock at my bed showed almost five p.m.

I got up quite wobbly and cleaned up the rooms. He had searched through all of the wardrobes and cabinets and left everything in disorder. I didn’t bother to get dressed when I returned the rope to the garage. I put the business card carefully in my purse.

Back in the house I poured myself another glass of whiskey and then stretched out on the bed. I was excited despite those dreadful hours before. Therefore I was almost grateful to Horst who had given me the drug a few months ago. Where might he be right now? Perhaps it would have been better if I had worked for him.

A warm hand on my back woke me up. Slowly I realized that I had fallen asleep on the bed all naked. I had slept for almost three hours. My hand was still positioned between my legs which I had pulled up almost to my chest. I guess one calls it ‘fetal position’.

I looked up and looked into Daniel’s friendly face. I put my arms around him and kissed him as if we hadn’t seen one another for ages.

“Darling, what is the matter”, Daniel looked at me questioningly.

“Bruce was here”, I nodded. I realized how I could save myself. “He wanted to ask me if I could help him on the weekend and I couldn’t hold back and dragged him into bed.”

“I would like to learn more about that later.” Daniel looked at me with big eyes.

Again I kissed him passionately. “OK”.

I didn’t bother to get dressed. Since I would be working as a hooker in the future I had the right to take it easy. During dinner I sat naked on my chair which I had cushioned with a towel. Daniel looked with his big eyes and almost burst with lust. I didn’t care and after we had cleared the table I enjoyed another swig of whiskey. Why should I keep on showing consideration for anything else? I wanted to take my husband to task and fuck his brains out. After all, why was I married to him?

A few minutes later we were in bed. I made up a nice story why Bruce had come to the house. I surprised myself how easy it was to dish Daniel with a fairy tale.

“Bruce was here. He wanted to talk with me and first we didn’t think of sex at all. I made him some coffee and then went to the bedroom to change clothes. When I returned I started teasing him. He felt guilty somehow but I told him that I had seduced him and it was my fault. We had a little fight and then I told him that I wanted him. He looked at me with big eyes. He liked it, I must say.”

My husband’s glance told me everything and I noticed for myself that my own lies had turned me on. Our game always brought new excitement to our marriage.

I turned around and said:

“Let’s go.” “What?” “You may. I’m ready for you. I will do anything with you what our playmates are allowed to do.”

He hesitated for a moment and I slid closer to him.

“Com’ on.
Damned. I want to feel your prick. My husband gets everything what the other guys get as well. And even more.” Half a year ago I would have died from saying stuff like that – out of sheer embarrassment. But now I was a hooker and I was allowed to act that way. Somehow I felt triumphant. I could deal with that!

My husband did obediently what I wanted from him. While he attended to his duties I pondered how I could get rid of him on Saturday. It was easier than I thought.

“Darling, I promised Bruce that I would help him on Saturday. That is why he came here, not because he wanted to fuck me. It was my fault that it turned out that way.” Daniel moaned.

I wanted to see colors; I wanted to be in ecstasy. But before that I needed to save my life. Daniel would go nuts if I’ve told him the truth. And thus I would risk to land in jail. I shook myself. Daniel interpreted that with increasing lust.

“My dear, did you just listen to me? I will go with Bruce to San Diego on Saturday and come home late. Alone, do you understand? He needs my help. Please don’t make it more difficult and just say ‘Yes’.”

My husband moaned again and took what he was entitled and I heard me saying dirty words. A deep sigh on the inside didn’t find its way out. My language has reached a low point. The artistically gifted model student showed her true face. But never mind, my ass was at stake as one uses to say when life is in danger.