What Doesn't Kill You (A Suspense Collection) (13 page)

Heather decided to lie in order to make herself more
formidable in Daniel’s eyes. This was an excellent way to motivate Daniel to
remain faithful to her. She was thinking about the future, you know—the future
after
the
big lesson
. Considering that Loretta had nothing to
gain by divulging to Daniel the details of her deal with Heather, one could bet
Daniel was never going to find out the truth. Unless Heather told him herself,
of course, which had no chance of happening.

She yawned.

By the way, there had to be a surveillance camera in
this room, and if Loretta had forgotten to install one, Heather was going to
remind her. It was just common sense: what if Daniel somehow managed to break
free from one or more of those chains and took her hostage? Someone should keep
an eye on this room.

She used the stun gun on Daniel two more times later
that day.

9.

“So how were your first two days?” Loretta asked. “Did
you have fun?”

“I sure did. Lots of fun.” Heather smiled. “But the
thing is I’ve never done this before, so I don’t have a lot of good ideas. Most
of what I’d thought up was kind of extreme.”

“Like what?”

“Like ripping his dick off and shoving it up his ass.”
Heather laughed softly.

“That’s a classic.”

“Do you think you could get me a poisonless snake?” 

“Is Daniel scared of snakes?”

“Who isn’t?”

“I’ll ask around, but I don’t promise anything.”

“Or how about rats? I could put them in a little cage
and then make Dan sit on this cage so the rats would bite him on the ass. I
think I saw that on Discovery Channel.”

“I guess rats would be easier to find.”

“Or maybe you could buy me one of those dick torture
devices? You know what I’m talking about?”

Loretta nodded. “Do you have any experience using
them?”

Heather shook her head. “No. But they look cool. I saw
them on the Internet.”

“In this case, it’s better to stay away from those. You
might accidentally crush his balls, you know.”

“Well, I guess you’re right.” Heather nodded. “I have a
question: is there a camera in Daniel’s room?”

“Yes. Does it bother you?”

“No, not at all. Do your guys watch him at night?”

“Yes, they do. Why are you asking?”

“I was thinking, what if he somehow frees himself from
those chains and tries to kill me with a knife or that drill.”

Loretta chuckled. “Don’t worry, Heather. He’s monitored
twenty four hours a day. And I guarantee you there’s no way he can escape the
chains. Daniel’s no Houdini.”

“Good to know.”

Loretta patted her on the hand. “Are you still angry at
Daniel?” 

“Yes. Angry as hell.”

“Do you feel betrayed?”

“Of course I do. I trusted him. He said he loved me. He
said he couldn’t live without me.” Heather heaved a sigh. “What I hate the most
is that Dan liked fucking them. That he really enjoyed it. I thought I gave him
the best sex of his life. I wanted to believe that no one could replace me,
that he’d never find anyone better than me. Now I see I was wrong.”

“Seems like Daniel is very good at bullshitting.”

“Why do you think he cheated on me?”

“Oh, the question as old as time—why do men cheat?”
Loretta cracked a smile. “A simple answer would be: Daniel’s a cunt magnet.
Girls want to have sex with him, and he lets them.”

“Is there another answer?”

“I think Daniel cheated because he didn’t respect you.
He cheated because he thought he could get away with it. Because he didn’t
expect you to retaliate.”

“Yes, I totally agree with you.”

“And let me tell you this, Heather: you’re in an
enviable position. You’ve gotten a chance to realize your desire to stick it to
Daniel. The absolute majority of women can only dream of being able to punish
their cheating boyfriends. Their vengeance fantasies never go beyond words,
beyond wishing. They may make a scene, but men don’t give a shit about scenes,
I assure you.”

“Yes, that’s all true.” Heather nodded.

“What do you think would make your pain go away?”

“Maybe... You know, I really hate Christine and Amy. I
wish they were dead.”

“Killing Christine, or Amy, or any other girl Daniel
has fucked isn’t going to help you, Heather. They’re not the problem. If you
eliminate them, he’ll find someone else the next day. There are plenty of easy
girls out there, you know. Daniel is the problem. His itch to fuck other girls
is the problem. That’s what you ought to focus on, Heather.”

“I see.” Heather nodded. “I must attack the problem at
its root.”

The root.

A penis has a root, too.

The image of Daniel’s pubis immediately emerged in
Heather’s mind. She remembered how she would play with Daniel’s pubic hair when
it grew long. She thought of the musky smell of his crotch right after a jog.
She loved breathing in this odor as she sucked Daniel’s dick. She remembered
drops of his semen falling down on his pubis, under which was the penis root.

“What else could I do to him?” Heather asked.

“Well, if you’re talking about hurting him, there are
countless ways to do it. Let’s see.” Loretta drew her eyebrows together.
“You’ve already given him a pretty good whipping. You’ve kicked him,
bitch-slapped him. How about pouring boiling water on his body? Or pulling his
fingernails?”

“Boiling water? It’s kind of harsh, I think. It will
leave burn scars, which are really gross.”

“So you don’t want to go too harsh on him?”

“Um... It’s not about that. I don’t care that he’s
going to be in pain. I’m glad that he is, he deserves it. I just don’t want to
damage his skin... His body. His organs.”

“Why?”

“Because I want him to remain handsome. For me. I don’t
enjoy fucking a guy with ugly skin. You can call me shallow, but I bet most
girls think this way.”

“Do you still love Daniel?”

“I don’t know. On the one hand, I hate Dan and wish him
to suffer, but on the other hand, I’m planning to spend the rest of my life
with him.”

“To me, it looks like you still have feelings for him.
It’s okay to be mad at your loved one sometimes. Especially, when they betray
you the way Daniel did.”

“You’re so smart.” Heather gave Loretta a grateful
look. “You’re like a sister to me.”

“I’m just trying to help.”

After a short silence, Heather said, “I feel like
something is missing. I know that physical pain is a good punishment. I know
that we scared him shitless and he’ll remember this for a very long time. But I
think that’s not enough. I want Dan to feel as terrible as I have. I want to
hurt his mind, too. I want him to suffer mentally every minute of every hour,
just like I have.”

“You’re absolutely right. Physical pain is temporary,
but mental pain can last forever. What are you planning to do?”

Heather shrugged her shoulders. “The problem is I can’t
come up with anything that would work. I was hoping you might have some
advice.”

“Advice? I’ll need to think about it. But off the top
of my head, I’d say that you need to find a way to humiliate Daniel as badly as
you can. Men are a proud bunch, and few things hurt them worse than taking away
their dignity.”

“Humiliate him?”

“Do you know any of Daniel’s insecurities, any of his
weak spots? That’s the key part—determining where to hit him.”

10.

“I don’t know what more you from me.” Heather let out a
sigh. “I’m hot, I’m not dumb, I’m not clingy, I love sex. We could be so happy
together. My dad has great connections; he could help you get into a top
school. He could help you become someone, Dan. You must admit that your parents
would never give you what my family could.”

“Are you going to taser me today, too?” Daniel asked in
a cautious tone.

“No.”

It was ten in the morning, and there was one important
item on her agenda for today that Heather wanted to check off as soon as
possible—getting another shot of Daniel’s semen into her vagina. Just in case,
you know. It wouldn’t hurt to have more of his little swimmers inside her. She
was planning to have sex with Daniel within an hour.

Heather was dying to have Daniel eat her pussy, but she
was afraid that he might try to bite off her clit or cause other damage with
his teeth. She swirled her tongue around the head of Daniel’s throbbing dick,
which was wet with precum, and asked, “Do you want me to sit on your face?”

Daniel’s mouth was half-open, his eyes cloudy with
pleasure; he was clearly enjoying the blowjob she was giving him.

“Yeah,” he murmured.

As the temptation had become irresistible, Heather
brainstormed for a few seconds and found what she believed could serve as her
insurance policy.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” she said, turning her butt
to Daniel’s face. She was panting. “I have your cock in my mouth. You don’t
want me to bite it off by accident, do you?” Moaning, she slowly lowered her
pussy onto Daniel’s lips and began deep-throating him. She whimpered when Daniel’s
tongue pushed at her clit. She kept sucking his dick as she ground her vulva
against his mouth.

When Heather was getting close to climax, she was stung
by the thought that Christina and Amy must have ridden his mouth, too—and more
than once. And Daniel must have enjoyed every minute of it.

That was probably her new reality. These thoughts of
Daniel having cheated on her would float in her mind like turds in a barrel of
jam.

Heather winced, slid off Daniel’s body, and snarled,
“Those bitches sat on your fucking face, too, didn’t they?” She looked at
Daniel’s lips and then at his erect cock. “Did you like eating their pussies?
Did you?” She made a grimace and spit in Daniel’s face. “Did they like getting
fucked with your tongue? Did they moan? Did they come? Did they squirt in your
mouth?” Heather slapped Daniel on the right cheek and then the left. “You
fucking asshole! How could you do it! How could you fuck them!”

“Are you going to remind me about this every five
minutes?”

“Yes. Yes, I am. And I don’t fucking care what you
think.”

“Baby, let’s make love instead of fighting. Please. I
want to fuck you so bad.”

Heather pondered the suggestion for half a minute and
then said, “Okay.”

11.

Heather leaned back in the
chair, crossed her legs, and fixed her look at Daniel. After spending a minute
immersed in contemplation, she finally said, “Maybe you can help me with this,
Dan.”

Daniel turned his head to her and asked in a tired
voice, “Help you with what?”

Heather rolled her eyes. This douchebag sounded as though
he’d spent the whole day toiling in a mine.

“I’d like to know the best way to humiliate you,” she
said. “What can I do to make you squirm inside, Dan? Do you have any ideas?”

“What’s the point of all this?”

“You haven’t paid for what you’ve done to me, baby. And
I’m letting you choose your punishment. How can I crush your pride? Tell me,
Dan.”

“Haven’t you punished me enough?”

“No. What’s happened to you so far was superficial. I
want to get under your skin.” Heather paused. “I want to get into your head,
Dan.”  

“Maybe that’s enough, maybe it’s time to go home? Ask
those people to take off the chains, and let’s go home, Heather.”

“No, we’re not done yet. I still have a couple of ideas
I’d like to try.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Maybe I should rip your balls, after all. Maybe I
should cut your cock off. Would
that
be lesson enough for you, Dan? This
way you’ll never cheat on me, right? You won’t be able to fuck those whores
because you’ll have no dick.”

Humiliate him. She had to humiliate this jerk.

Loretta had just delivered a couple of things that were
going to help Heather achieve this goal. She could hardly wait to get to work.

“I’ve told you a hundred times, baby, I’m sorry for my
bad behavior. I’m a pig, I deserve everything you’ve done to me. Now, please,
let’s go home.”

“You’re not sorry, Dan. Don’t bullshit me, please.
You’re not really sorry for cheating on me. You’re not sorry for fucking those
bitches. You’re upset that you got caught, that’s all.”

Heather went to her room and brought the bag containing
the items Loretta had purchased for her in town.

“Here’s one of my ideas,” she announced, waving the bag
in front of Daniel. Then she turned the bag upside down, letting a tube of K-Y
Jelly and a ten-inch plastic dildo drop on the bed, between Daniel’s legs.

“Is it a fucking dildo?” Daniel asked in a surprised
tone.