What Doesn't Kill You (A Suspense Collection) (14 page)

“Correctamundo, baby. You wouldn’t mind a little ass
play, would you?”

Heather opened the tube and squeezed out a thick line
of lubricant on the dildo. “You see, baby, I care about your butt,” she said.
“Without lube, this thing would hurt like hell. You can’t imagine how painful
it would be.”

Heather realized that her remark sounded sarcastic, but
she meant to be serious: she didn’t have to lubricate the dildo, you know, and
the fact that she did was significant. This fact was eloquent.

She put the tube down on the bed and began spreading
the lube over the dildo.

“What are you going to do with it?” Daniel asked in a
cautious voice.

“I think you already know that.” Heather laid the dildo
on the bed and picked up the tube with K-Y Jelly. “Now relax your ass. I want
to put some lube in your asshole, too.”

“Come on, Heather. This is silly.”

“I want to try it. Are you afraid that you might like
having a dildo up your ass?”

“Jesus Christmas.” Daniel heaved a sigh and lifted his
thighs as high as he could. “Are you happy now?”

“Yes, that’s more like it. The less you resist, the
less it will hurt, you’ve finally figured that out.”

Heather spent half a minute coating Daniel’s butthole
with lube. Sticking her fingers into her boyfriend’s ass was a new experience,
and she couldn’t decide whether she was enjoying it or not. She wondered how
many fingers Daniels could take at once. Could he take the whole fist? Heather
had heard of fisting—that was when a fist was inserted into the rectum or
vagina—but suspected it was some kind of urban myth.

“Well, let’s get to business.” Heather grabbed the
dildo and climbed between Daniel’s legs. She liked the stunned expression on
Daniel’s face. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his eyes glued to the
dildo. “Don’t clench your asshole, baby. It will only make things worse, trust
me.”

“Just do it already.” Daniel bit his lower lip.

“Okay.” Spreading Daniel’s buttocks with the fingers of
her left hand, Heather started to slowly push the dildo into his anus. “Relax,
baby, you’ll thank me later.”

“How much is left?” Daniel groaned, wincing in pain.
“Are you going to shove the whole thing in?”

“It’s only two inches in, Dan. Don’t be a pussy. And
yes, the whole thing.” 

When half the dildo was inside Daniel’s rectum, Heather
pulled a digital camera out of her shorts pocket and pressed the camcorder
record button.

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked in a worried tone.
“Are you filming this? Who are you going to show it to?”

“Nobody. That’s for my personal enjoyment, okay?” She
zoomed in on the dildo and continued inserting it into Daniel’s anus. Once the
last inch of the dildo’s shaft disappeared inside Daniel, Heather aimed the
camera at Daniel’s face. “Are you having a good time?”

Seeing that Daniel was not grimacing in pain anymore,
Heather said, “I told you, baby, the trick is to relax your butt muscles.
You’re getting used to it, aren’t you? Now let me play with this thing a
little.” She focused the camera back on the dildo.

Heather began to pull the dildo out until only its head
was buried in Daniel’s rectum and then, in a quick motion, thrust it back in. A
few seconds later, she repeated this procedure. And then she did it again.

Daniel didn’t appear particularly embarrassed or
distressed, but Heather had no doubt he was dying inside.

“Come on, baby, what’s the point of all that?” Daniel
pleaded.

“I’m just having fun. It’s so hot to watch your ass
being fucked with a plastic cock.” Heather wrapped her fingers around Daniel’s
scrotum. “I wonder what your friends would say if they were here.”

“My friends?” Daniel froze. “You said you wouldn’t show
this video to anyone.”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Dan. I’m not going
to show it to anybody. I just want to say that it would be hilarious if the
door opened and your friends came in.”

“Did you invite any of my friends here?”

“No, baby. Relax, I’m just kidding.” Heather put the
camera on the bed and took hold of Daniel’s dick. “Can you get hard with a
dildo up your ass? Can you come?” she said, rubbing the cock.

“No, I can’t.” He glared at Heather. “I can’t get hard
when my ass hurts.”

“Well, you’re taking it like a champ, bro.” She
snickered. “I bet last week you couldn’t even imagine that you’d have a dildo
up your butt.”

“That’s not the only thing I couldn’t imagine
happening.”

“I’ll tell you what: you should be glad I loosened you
up.”

“Loosened me up? For what?”

“You’ll know soon enough, baby.” Heather licked the
precum off the head of Daniel’s dick. “By the way, you
are
having a
boner. Never say never.”

12.

“Oh my god, it’s so funny, isn’t it? You’re a piece of
shit and you’re eating shit.” Heather scooped up more feces out of the bedpan
and dropped them on Daniel’s lips. “Open your mouth, baby. Eat this shit. Eat
it.”

Three hours after the dildo exercise, Heather carried
out another idea of hers that was aimed at humiliating Daniel: she covered him
with his own shit and piss. It turned out to be a lot of fun, and there was
nothing deviant about her finding this hilarious; when characters fall into
outhouse shit pits in movies, people laugh, don’t they?

“I’m not going to eat it,” Daniel muttered through
gritted teeth and closed lips.

“It’s okay. I don’t care.” Heather tilted the bedpan,
dumping the rest of the feces and urine on Daniel’s face and chest. She was
going to let him lie in his own waste until tomorrow morning. It might not be
painful, but it sure as hell was sickening and disturbing.

“You look fucking ridiculous.” Heather dropped the
bedpan on the floor and made a grimace.

The smell was revolting. She’d be barely able to stand
it for five minutes; Daniel would have to deal with it for at least seventeen
hours.

An extravagant idea came to her mind: could all
this—Loretta, the cabin, the bed with Daniel chained to it—be just a dream? Or
could she be a character in Daniel’s dream? Did dream characters have a
consciousness? Very unlikely.

No, she wasn’t dreaming. If she were, she would be able
to fly, which she was not. She loved to fly when she was dreaming. And there
would be no bedpans filled with crap and piss.

She shifted her eyes to Daniel’s dick and then breathed
a heavy sigh.

His cock had been inside Christine’s vagina. Heather
shuddered at this disgusting thought. Daniel’s cock moving in and out of
Christine’s pussy, covered in her pussy juices. The juices oozing from her
cunt, flowing down his dick. And then he comes, and his sperm shoots out of
that sexy hole in his cock, which Heather likes to touch with the tip of her
tongue. The semen fills Christine’s vagina and begins to leak out after Daniel
pulls out his cock.

How fucking repulsive!

“You fucked Christine! You fucked this whore! You
fucked her!” yelled Heather. “How could you do it? How could you do it to me?”
She grabbed the cane, walked over to the bed, and whipped Daniel on the thighs
three times. “Is her cunt better my mine? Are her boobs better than mine?” She
started hitting him on the belly. “Why did you fuck them? Why did you fuck
Christine and Amy? You idiot asshole, you cocksucker, why the fuck did you
cheat on me?”

And his mouth. It had touched Christine’s and Amy’s
pussies. His tongue had slithered inside their vaginas. There had been pussy
juices on his lips, tongue, and face.

Heather was sure that, occasionally, some of those
pussy juices had been transferred to her lips, face, and hands when she kissed
Daniel on the lips or sucked his dick. She didn’t care if it was only one
molecule of Christine’s pussy juice that had touched her skin; that was still
terribly gross and vomit-inducing.   

And what about anal sex? Daniel did enjoy going in the
back door, and Heather reluctantly allowed him do it once a month or so. Just
imagine: there could have been particles of Christine’s and Amy’s shit in her
mouth and on her face!

“You fucked Amy. You fucked Christine.” Heather stopped
whipping Daniel and lowered the cane. “Why did you do it? Why did you do it,
Dan?” She wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. “You
stuck your dick in their cunts. You ate them. You put your tongue in their
pussies.” She winced in disgust.

By the way, maybe that was why he liked fucking
Christine and Amy? Maybe they were more enthusiastic about getting fucked in
the ass than she was?

13.

“Do you think it’s
possible to force someone to love you?” Heather asked.

After a short pause, Loretta replied, “Sure. People
fall in love for all sorts of reasons, you know. Sometimes it’s about looks,
sometimes it’s about brains, and sometimes you get used to the guy so much that
you can’t live without him, even though he’s nothing special. And when you talk
about forcing the guy to love you... What’s the main reason people want their
girlfriend or boyfriend to love them?”

“Because it feels good?”

Loretta shook her head. “People are afraid of being
abandoned. If the guy loves you, he’ll never leave you, right?”

Heather nodded.

Loretta continued, “So, to answer your question, making
someone stay with you provides the same benefit that love does, which I think
would be good enough for most people. From the practical standpoint, it doesn’t
really matter why the guy sticks around—out of love, for money, or out of fear.
The result is what matters. And you need to keep in mind that pure love is too
fickle to rely on in the long term.”

“What if Dan thinks I’m crazy?”

No, she wasn’t insane. She was doing the right thing.
She was doing the
righteous
thing. Cheating was a sin, plain and simple.
Daniel was a fucking sinner.

“Why would he think that? You’ve been doing fine so
far. You’ve been kicking ass, Heather.”

“I don’t know. He just might. It’s all so unusual. I’ve
never done anything like that to him before. What if he never forgives me for
this?”

“Well, as long as he keeps his opinion to himself, I
don’t see why you should care. There are a lot of people who I think are insane
and plenty of people that I haven’t forgiven, and I bet they’re not losing one
minute of sleep over this.”

After a short hesitation, Heather said, “I believe
you’re right. I’m not crazy for teaching him a lesson. It’s like with dogs. When
the dog shits in the house, you punish it so it won’t shit in the house again.”

“That’s a great way of looking at it.” Heather took a
sip of soda from her cup. “Do you think it’s okay for me to take him back? Does
it make me look weak? Will people decide that I have no pride?”

“First of all, why would you care what people think?
And second of all, no one will know that you found out about his cheating
unless you advertise this fact, which I hope you won’t do.”

“But does wanting to be with him mean that I’m weak?”

“Of course it doesn’t. You’ve punished Daniel for
cheating on you. You’ve taught him to respect you. There’s nothing weak or lame
about it, is there? Look at it this way: when a criminal serves his prison
term, the society forgives him and takes him back.”

“Okay. I’m glad you’re not judging me.”

14.

As she moved the washcloth across Daniel’s stomach,
Heather said, “See? I care about you, baby. Would I bother washing you if I
didn’t love you?” She ran her finger through the trail of hair stretching from
Daniel’s bellybutton to his pubis. “If I didn’t love you, I’d let you lie here
dirty and stinky.” Heather bent forward and kissed the hair under Daniel’s
bellybutton. “I just love your happy trail, baby. It’s so sexy.”

“Did you have to leave me covered in shit for the whole
night?” Daniel asked. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“I couldn’t sleep either, thinking of you and Christine
and Amy, so shut up.”

“I’m just saying it wasn’t necessary.”

“Well, the nightmare is over. You’re clean again.”

“What about the mattress? I’m going to need a new
mattress. This one stinks. And I need a new bed sheet, too.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Heather tossed the washcloth in
the bucket and left the room.

She returned a minute later.

“Remember you asked what I loosened up your asshole
for?” she asked as she approached the bed.

“Yes.” Daniel gave her an alarmed look.

“Here’s your answer, baby.” Heather nodded at Loretta’s
ruggedly handsome driver, who as if by command appeared in the doorway as soon
as she finished the phrase. “This is Mario.”

“Hey, man, how is it going?” Mario waved to Daniel.

“What is he here for?” Daniel asked.

“He has the key to your shackles.” Heather turned her
face to Mario. “I guess we should do it in my room. This mattress stinks.”