by Tim Kizer
And talking about scars—why the hell would anyone think that scars made men more attractive? That was bullshit invented by men with scars.
Now the knives. Most likely, she wouldn’t need them either.
As Heather stood by the table, she suddenly realized she couldn’t stop looking at the bulge in Daniel’s boxers. Could he be having an erection?
In his current situation? Very unlikely.
Heather walked over to the bed and pulled the blindfold off Daniel’s head. The anger on his face quickly transformed into utter surprise when Daniel saw her. His jaw literally dropped, and it took him several seconds to collect his thoughts and say, “Heather, it’s you? What’s going on? Where are we?”
Heather smiled. She loved Daniel’s reaction.
“We’re in a cabin in the woods,” she said. She noticed the beads of sweat on his smooth muscular chest and thought how sexy they were. “You’re about to be punished for what you’ve done.”
“What?” Daniel creased his forehead. “Did you pull a prank on me? I must say, you got me good, baby.”
“It’s not a prank, Dan. This is all for real.” She swung her right arm and slapped Daniel on the cheek. She slapped him again a second later.
“What are you doing?” Daniel shouted.
“You lied to me, Dan. You lied to me.”
Heather had kept the promise she’d given to Loretta and hadn’t broached the subject of infidelity with Daniel this whole time. Now, she couldn’t wait to boastfully announce that she knew everything. The words were bursting out of her mouth.
“How the hell did I lie to you? What did I say?”
“You fucked Christine. And you also fucked Amy. And I’m pretty sure there were a dozen more.”
Heather made a fist and punched Daniel in the crotch. Daniel shrieked with pain and then yelled, “What are you talking about, baby? I didn’t fuck anybody. Who told you this?”
“And you keep on lying, Dan. You keep on lying.” Heather went to the table, took the computer tablet, and returned to the bed. “Here’s what you texted to Christine three days ago: ‘Baby, I want you to lick my balls.’ And she replied: ‘I can’t wait to do it tonight.’ And then you texted: ‘I’m dying to eat your pussy, baby.’ And she replied: ‘You’re making me wet, baby.’” Heather turned the screen to Daniel so he could read the messages for himself. “So did she lick your balls? Did you like it?”
Damn, what a triumphant, sweet feeling it was! She showed this jerk that she wasn’t that easy to fool, that his web of lies had collapsed.
“Baby. So Christine’s your baby, huh? And Amy’s your baby, too. Baby. What a fucking asshole you are!”
“So what are you going to do?”
Heather spent ten seconds gazing at Daniel silently before she replied, “I’m going to make you regret what you’ve done to me.”
“Why are you doing this?” Despite the grimace of horror and disbelief, Daniel’s face remained handsome.
“Before you say once again that you didn’t fuck Christine, watch this.” Heather opened the media player and began playing the video of Daniel fucking Christine on his bed.
A minute later, with a stunned look on his face, Daniel shifted his eyes from the tablet to Heather and asked in a husky voice, “Where did you get this? Did you and Christine set me up?”
“Jesus, Dan, you really think I’d ask some whore to sleep with you? Oh my God, you are such a moron!” Heather swallowed the lump in her throat. “Why am I doing this… It’s payback time, asshole. You told me you loved more than anything else in the world. What a liar!” Heather put the tablet down on the floor.
“I made a mistake. I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me. I’ll never do it again.”
“I knew you’d say that. And I don’t believe you.” Heather walked to the table, picked up the bullwhip, and started examining it. “I must teach you a lesson, baby. What you’ve done is unforgivable, and I might never recover from that, but punishing you will ease the pain. At least I hope it will.” She put the whip under her left arm. “You must understand that you deserve this.” She looked at Daniel. “Do you admit that you deserve punishment?”
“I guess so. If it’s not cruel.” Daniel exhaled loudly. “What do you have in mind?”
“What do I have in mind?” Heather picked up a small knife from the table and marched back to the bed, her eyes fixed on Daniel’s face. Just as she’d expected, the sight of the knife in her hand made Daniel uneasy. Still looking at her boyfriend’s face, she hung the whip on the footboard, sat down on the edge of the bed, and slid her left thumb under the waistband of his boxers.
“Are you scared?” she asked. Then she lifted the waistband an inch above Daniel’s skin and dramatically stuck the knife blade into the opening.
“What are you doing?” Daniel asked when the top of the knife touched his penis.
“It’s okay, sweetie. Don’t be scared.” Heather grabbed hold of the waistband. “I’m not chopping your cock off.” Then she added, “Not yet.” She began cutting the boxers.
After realizing that Heather was going to remove his trunks, Daniel cracked a weak smile and said, “You want to have some fun, baby?”
Heather gave him a studying look and said, “Do you think you’re here to have fun?”
Heather’s heart was pounding faster and faster as her gaze moved from Daniel’s gorgeous face to his smooth chest, to his hairy armpits, to his flat stomach, to his neatly trimmed pubis, to his flaccid dick. His body was glistening with sweat, and Heather was dying to touch it, to grind herself against it. Daniel’s musk—the smell of a boy who was turning into a man—was intoxicating.
After fighting off the desire to grab Daniel’s cock and put it in her mouth, Heather shifted her eyes to his muscular thighs and then to his shins and feet. His toes were exquisite, and those little hairs on his big toes made Heather’s heart skip a beat. The memories of Daniel’s hairy legs brushing against her body during those long blowjob sessions in his bed immediately emerged in her mind.
It came to her mind that Daniel might suspect that all this was an elaborate sexual role-play game. If that was the case, he was dumber than she thought.
After tossing Daniel’s boxers on the floor, she stood up, grabbed the bullwhip, and gave Daniel four lashes with it, which landed on his stomach and legs. Daniel screamed each time the whip struck him.
“You fucking whore,” she said, scanning the welts left by the bullwhip on Daniel’s body. “You lied to me. You fucked those cunts.” She hit Daniel with the whip again. “You said you loved me and then you fucked them.”
Heather made sure not to shrill, not to look mad, unhinged. When people think you’ve gone insane, they dismiss whatever you say as crazy talk resulting from the temporary eclipse of the mind. She wanted Daniel to take her words seriously.
She lashed him one more time, on the chest, and dropped the bullwhip on the floor. Then she carefully inspected the welts and was glad to find no lacerations on Daniel’s skin.
“I’ve never thought you’d do something like that,” Daniel groaned. Tears were rolling down his face, and Heather had a sense that he was one kick in the balls away from weeping. Honestly, she was surprised Daniel had such a low tolerance for pain. Or maybe she’d hit him harder than she’d thought.
“Are you going to kill me?” Daniel asked.
“Are you afraid that I am? That’s interesting.” Heather smiled.
“I don’t know. You look pretty upset. You probably hate me.”
It dawned upon Heather what her biggest fear had been so far. She wasn’t afraid she’d get caught by the police, as would be the case for most women in her situation. She feared that she would lack the resolve to follow through, that she would back out, driven by her feelings for Daniel.
Well, now that she had tried her hand at terrorizing Daniel, she didn’t doubt herself anymore. She knew she possessed the strength to go to the end.
5.
At half past six,
Loretta came back to the cabin, carrying a laptop.
“Are you ready to call your parents?” Loretta opened the laptop and typed in the password.
“Call my parents?” A moment later Heather remembered that she had promised her mom to call at least once a day. “Oh yes, sure. Let’s call them.”
Loretta handed Heather a wireless headset with a microphone and waited for her to put it on. Then she dialed Heather’s home phone number.
The conversation with her mother turned out easier and shorter than Heather had expected. She told her mom that everything was fine, that she and her friends were having a great time, and, thankfully, no probing questions followed.
“They’re probably happy to take a break from you, too,” Loretta joked.
When she was on her way out of the cabin, Loretta came by the living room and said, “Don’t do anything stupid, Daniel, okay? We’re going to keep an eye on this house.”
After Loretta left, Heather got hungry and went to the kitchen. On the way there, she realized that this getaway was the first time she and Daniel would spend the whole night—several nights, in fact—together. It was indeed a momentous occasion. They were almost like husband and wife!
No matter what happened next, at least this particular dream of hers would come true.
Heather opened the refrigerator and reviewed its contents. Loretta had not exaggerated: there was indeed enough food to last Heather and Daniel at least four days.
“If you don’t like it, let me know,” Loretta said to her. “I’ll order takeout for you.”
It appeared that Loretta cared about her guests’ figures—the fridge was filled with boxes of Jenny Craig frozen diet meals. After pondering the available options, Heather grabbed a box with Chicken Carbonara and headed for the microwave. She had been tempted to starve Daniel, but Loretta advised to feed her boyfriend at least a bare minimum so as to keep him alive and conscious. Heather figured that there was a point in supplying Daniel with nourishment, after all; food cravings would distract this asshole from the lesson she was teaching him, and she didn’t want it to happen.
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 viabl
e 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.