What Doesn't Kill You (A Suspense Collection) (12 page)

While eating her dinner, she asked herself if she
should give Daniel something to eat right now and elected to postpone the
feeding for a few hours. Let this jerk suffer a little.

After finishing the chicken, Heather whipped Daniel for
twenty minutes, focusing on his legs and stomach. She used the cane instead of
the bullwhip this time. The cane offered a greater control over the damage she
was going to cause to Daniel’s body, which was important to her since she was
trying to avoid mutilating her boyfriend. She had a job for him to do tomorrow,
and open wounds could jeopardize the success of the project as the job required
a certain mental concentration. Interestingly, she didn’t enjoy hearing
Daniel’s screams; she was rather annoyed by them.

She spent the rest of the day watching TV in her room.
Loretta didn’t let her down: the television set was large—at least fifty inches
diagonally—and the satellite package had over a hundred channels, including all
the premium ones Heather liked: HBO, Showtime, Cinemax, and Starz. Loretta
seemed to know the teenage mind pretty well; she realized that boredom wasn’t
something to be trifled with.

While Heather lazily surfed the channels, it occurred
to her that she didn’t have to dedicate every hour of her stay at this cabin to
tormenting Daniel. Being shackled, immobilized was stressful in and of itself.
Besides, he must terrified by the idea that she was going to chop off his junk
or even kill him someday soon. People fear uncertainty, fear the unknown. Some
say that the anticipation of death is worse than death itself. If she managed
to keep Daniel on the edge, scared, nervous, helpless, discouraged for the next
three days, she would consider her mission accomplished.

6.

When Heather woke up, she heard her name being called
out at five-to-ten-second intervals. The sound was muffled, and it took her a
while to figure out that it was Daniel. She glanced at her watch. 8:16 am. What
the hell did he want from her so early in the morning?

“I’m thirsty, baby,” Daniel said as soon as he saw her
in the doorway. “And hungry. And I have to pee.”

“How about taking shit? Do you have to take shit, too?”
Heather rubbed her eyes, waking her brain up.

“Actually, yes.” Daniel gave her an imploring look.
“I’ve had nothing to eat or drink since yesterday morning. Please, Heather.”  

“Okay, okay.”

Half a minute later, Heather came back to the living
room with a bottle of Diet Pepsi. With an air of slight disdain—the image of
Daniel humping Christine had popped up in her head again—she screwed off the
cap, brought the bottle within several inches of Daniel’s lips, and said, “Open
your mouth.” Then she began pouring soda into his mouth, deliberately spilling
almost half of it on his face and neck. If this jerk expected her to coddle him
when it came to feeding, he was going to be majorly disappointed.

To her delight, Daniel didn’t complain, focusing
himself on absorbing as much soda as he could. When the bottle was empty,
Heather threw it on the floor and waited for Daniel to start whining about the
wet pillow and his sticky neck. He remained silent.

Heather took the bedpan from under the table and said,
“Get your ass up.”  

Daniel followed her instruction, and, when there was
sufficient clearance, she slid the bedpan under his buttocks. After making sure
the bedpan was in a proper position, she stood by the footboard and said, “Go
ahead, Dan.”

“Are you going to watch?” Daniel gave her a worried
look.

After a short hesitation, Heather nodded. “Why not? Are
you shy?”

“I... I don’t want you to see me taking shit.”

“Duly noted. Now do your business, we don’t have all
day.”

Observing Daniel defecate, Heather realized that she
had never seen him take shit or pee. For some reason, Daniel had been reluctant
to let her in the bathroom while he was on or by the toilet. It suddenly
occurred to her that you were not a real couple until you began letting your
partner watch you do your bathroom business. One could even say that sitting by
your boyfriend while he was on the can was the ultimate in intimacy.

“I’m done,” finally said Daniel. A humble smile
appeared on his lips.

Slowly, with great care, Heather pulled the bedpan out
and headed to the bathroom to dispose of the waste.

“Can you get me some toilet paper, please?” Daniel
shouted.

7.

Heather pierced a piece of chicken with the fork and
brought it to Daniel’s lips. “Open up, baby.”

Daniel obediently opened his mouth and bit the meat off
the fork. “Can you unchain at least one arm?” he asked while chewing. 

Heather shook her head. “No, honey, I can’t. I don’t
have the key.”

“Can you ask them to do it?”

“What do you need the arm for? You don’t like being fed
like a baby?”

“It’s not about that.”

“Or do you want to jerk off? I can help you with this,
too.” Heather placed her left hand on Daniel’s soft penis and began squeezing
and rubbing its head and shaft.

She kept stroking his dick throughout the rest of the
meal. When she was in the kitchen, where she went to throw away the plate, she
spent a few moments assessing the situation.

Okay, what do we have here?

She’d fed him, she’d taken care of his bathroom
needs—he must be in a fairly good mood, right? Hopefully, good enough for him
to maintain a solid erection for five-ten minutes. Now seemed to be the perfect
time to get the ball rolling on her pregnancy plan.  

Yes, she had a pregnancy plan.

Since Daniel hated sex with condoms, he made her buy
birth control pills and personally observed her take them, usually at school,
during the break after the third or the fourth period. Why did he go to the
trouble of making sure she took the pills? Was Daniel afraid that she would
deliberately get pregnant from him in order to make him marry her? Did he not
trust her?

Did she consider a shotgun wedding a viable
possibility? Well, she wouldn’t mind having Daniel’s child.

Would Daniel force her to abort the baby, if there was
an unplanned pregnancy? Now that she knew he was a liar and a scumbag, she
wouldn’t put it past him. And from where she sat, that was all the more reason
to get knocked up by Daniel. So... Well, her mind had been made up the morning
after she’d first met Loretta. And that was when Heather had gone off the pill.
Hopefully, by the end of this little adventure a new life would begin inside
her. She was glad that after missing seven pills, her chances of getting
pregnant were as high as ever. 

Besides, she was really horny. You see, she hadn’t had
sex with Daniel since learning about his cheating, mainly due to the fact that
he disgusted her.

Heather took off her T-shirt as she approached Daniel’s
bed. She was naked above the waist now since she was wearing no bra.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked in a low voice, slipping
out of her shorts. She climbed on the bed and removed her panties. When she
reached for his dick, she found that Daniel had a raging boner.

Staring into Daniel’s half-closed eyes, which were
misty with arousal, Heather took his rock hard penis, pressed its head against
her vulva, and began lowering her vagina onto its shaft. “Do you like it? I bet
you do.”

“Yes. Don’t stop, please.”

It was an amazing, indescribable feeling. Riding the
dick of a guy who was under her total control turned out to be a mind-blowing
experience. One the one hand, Daniel was the one doing the penetration; on the
other hand, he was only doing it because she forced him to.

It took Daniel two and a half minutes to reach orgasm
and ejaculate.

Now all eyes were on his spermatozoa. Hopefully, they
would not let her down and she would have a zygote inside her by the end of the
day. Heather felt goosebumps spread over her body when she imagined herself
with a pregnant belly. For some reason, she was completely confident now that
Daniel was going to love their child.

When Heather put her panties back on, she decided to
give Daniel’s sperm a hand and went to her room, where she spent an hour lying
on the bed, with a pillow under the small of her back. She wasn’t sure how big
a help that was, but she had read that the longer the semen stayed in the
vagina, the higher the odds of conceiving were.

8.

For some reason, Heather found it quite amusing to sit
in the chair and simply observe the nude Daniel lying on the bed. She relished
the thought that Daniel must be in mental agony. He must be asking himself:
would Heather kill him or not? Would she cut off his dick or not? This moron
was on the edge, this moron was nervous.

It was two and half hours since Daniel had shot his
sperm into her pussy, and she was in high spirits.

She wondered who had the key to the shackles. Would
they give her the key if she asked for it?

With those chains on his arms and legs, Daniel was out
of luck, considering that his favorite sexual position was doggy style. By the
way, Heather didn’t understand why any guy would prefer to fuck girls from
behind. Why would you choose to stare at a girl’s back instead of her face
(provided, of course, she wasn’t ugly)?  

Heather closed her eyes and recalled the first time
Daniel had fucked her doggy style. The memories made her stomach flutter:
Daniel ramming his dick inside her all the way up to his balls; his hands
slapping her butt; the grunts and the moans; Daniel’s hot breath blowing
against her neck; the drops of sweat falling down on her back; the amazing
tingling in her pussy.

Then came the image of Daniel bending Christine
over—both of them totally naked—and slapping his hard penis against her butt. A
sharp pang shot through Heather’s heart as she pictured Daniel thrusting his
dick into Christine’s vagina, rocking his hips forward and back, in a fast
rhythmic motion, non-stop, until he ejaculated inside her. 

Heather opened her eyes, inhaled deeply, and said, “Did
you fuck them from behind? Did you do it on the bed or on the floor?”

There was a long silence before Daniel replied in a low
voice, “Mostly on the bed.”

“So you fucked them doggy style? You bent them over and
put your cock inside their pussies?”

“Yes.”

“Did you let them be on top? Did they ride your dick?”

“Yes, we did that, too.”

“Did you fuck in missionary position?”

“Yes. What’s the point of all these questions,
Heather?”

“Did you fuck them without a condom?”

“Mostly without it.”

Heather breathed a sigh. “Did you make them take birth
control pills?”

“They were doing it on their own. I didn’t have to make
them.”

She had to keep this moron on the edge, remember?

Heather silently rose from the chair, grabbed the stun
gun, marched to the bed, switched the stun gun on, and stuck it to Daniel’s
left shin.

The gun began to crackle menacingly, a bright white
spark dancing between its probes. It looked like every muscle in Daniel’s body
became tense, strained, tightened. Groaning and growling, Daniel arched his
back and began to convulse, his teeth gritted, his fists clenched, his toes
curled. His jaws were locked, so he couldn’t utter a word, couldn’t beg her to
stop.

“It’s working,” Heather muttered. A few seconds later,
she let go of the button and drew the stun gun away from Daniel’s leg.

“What are you doing, you stupid...” Daniel didn’t
finish the phrase, having apparently realized the consequences of calling
Heather a name.

“Stupid what?” Heather shifted the stun gun from her
right hand to her left. “You were saying, Dan. Stupid what?”

“It hurts. Please don’t do it again.”

“If I asked you to stop fucking Amy, would you listen
to me?”

“Yes, sure. I don’t love her. I don’t care about her.”

“You’re just saying it, baby. We both know it’s
bullshit. You men are weak. You think with your dicks. It’s going to take a lot
of work to teach you to be faithful, baby.”

She eased into the chair, which she had rolled closer
to the bed, and crossed her legs. “Did you think I forgave you, Dan? I fucked
you, so you figured that I forgave you, right?”

Daniel shook his head and said, “No. I didn’t think
so.”

“Bullshit. You’re used to getting away with everything,
Dan. But this time it’s different. I’m not like everybody else. I’m not putting
up with this shit.” She took a deep breath. “I will never forgive you, Dan. I
will never forget what you’ve done to me.”

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Even when I tell you that I forgave you, which might
happen sometime in the future, you should know that I really did not.”

“Can I ask you a question? Who are these people? Why
are they helping you?”

“They’re my friends. I have all sort of friends, Dan.
Are you surprised?”