What Doesn't Kill You (A Suspense Collection)

by Tim Kizer

  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 th
e 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.”

  “Yeah.” Mario nodded. He removed the chains from Daniel’s arms and legs and helped him get up.

  “Do you want him to take a shower first?” Heather asked Mario as he carried Daniel out of the living room. After spending four days lying on the bed, virtually immobile, Daniel had trouble standing, let alone walking. “I did my best to wash him, but I’m afraid he still smells a little.”

  “No, he’s fine,” Mario replied.

  “Are we going home?” Daniel asked when Mario seated him on the bed in Heather’s room.

  “Not yet,” Heather said.

  After Mario unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees, Daniel began to realize why it had been a good idea to loosen up his butthole.

  “Now get up for me, bro.” Mario grabbed Daniel by the shoulders, made him stand up, then turned him around, and bent him over the edge of the bed.

  “What the hell is he doing?” Daniel squealed.

  “I think you’ve already guessed it,” Heather said. “He’s going to fuck you in the ass. Just like you fucked Christine and Amy.”

  “Please, Heather, don’t let him do this to me!”

  “This is your last punishment, Dan. It’s almost like a dildo, only it’s a real cock. And please don’t resist, because they might kill you if you do.”

  Mario took a condom out of the package, expertly rolled it onto his penis, which was already stiff, and wrapped his hand around the shaft for a couple of seconds, as if checking how hard his erection was. Heather handed him a tube with K-Y Jelly, and he carefully smeared the lube on his dick, then gave the tube back to Heather, and gestured her to lubricate Daniel’s anus.

  “Don’t be stingy on lube,” Mario said in a knowing tone. “This shit hurts.”

  When she was done preparing Daniel’s asshole, Heather picked up a digital camcorder from the nightstand, aimed it at Daniel, and pressed the Record button.

  “Heather, please tell him to stop,” Daniel cried as Mario slowly inserted his penis into his rectum. “Please don’t do it. I beg you!”

  “We have to do it, honey,” Heather said. “I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.”

  Then Mario started moving, his strong hands firmly planted on the teenager’s hips. His every thrust was enthusiastic and shook Daniel’s entire body. Heather had never seen two guys having sex either in real life or on TV, so the image of Mario humping Daniel looked quite grotesque to her. As she watched Mario’s thighs rubbing against Daniel’s buttocks, she thought of Alex Sanchez, a classmate of hers who was believed to be gay. That must be what Alex was doing on his dates.

  Judging by the expression of pleasure on his face, Mario was enjoying drilling Daniel’s butt with his cock. Heather had a hunch that Daniel was not the first dude he’d ever fucked.

  Daniel wasn’t yelling words anymore. He was just whining loudly and incessantly now, his eyes shut tight, his face distorted with pain and humiliation. When Heather looked closer, she saw tears running down Daniel’s blushing cheeks.

  “Yes, cry, Dan, cry,” Heather said, shoving the camera in Daniel’s face. “I cried, too, when I found out that you’d been cheating on me. I cried every night for the whole fucking week, do you hear me? Every night. Yes, I did. I cried. Now it’s your turn, moron. It’s not fun to cry, is it,
Dan? Now you see how shitty I’ve been feeling.”

  Heather bit her lower lip and took a deep breath.

  Two minutes later, Mario climaxed and pulled his dick out of Daniel.

  “That was hot,” he said, zipping up his jeans. Then he left the room.

  Heather helped Daniel climb on the bed and laid him on his back.

  “Just imagine what your friends would say if they saw you getting fucked by a dude,” she said, gently caressing his chest.

  Daniel’s brows rose up and his eyes widened in terror. Heather was sure that these words would have had a much less dramatic effect on Daniel a week ago because now he knew that she would actually dare to show his buddies the video of him getting raped by Mario. He must have figured that she would have this recording and that she would hold onto it for blackmail purposes.

  “Please, don’t show them the video,” he said in a lifeless voice. “Please, Heather.”

  “You must understand that if you ever dare to cheat on me again or dump me, all of your friends will see that video. Every single one of them.”

  Judging by the exhausted scowl on his face, Daniel had a few choice words for her, which he had decided to keep to himself. Heather didn’t care that her threat had prevented Daniel from speaking his mind. There had been countless times when she had to keep silent so as not to upset her precious boyfriend. Now the shoe was on the other foot. How do you like them apples, bro?

  “And you might have to go through all of this—” Heather circled her right index finger in the air “—again. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

  Daniel shook his head.

  “You should admit that I’m a reasonable person. Some other girl would have just cut your dick off. I hope you appreciate that.”

  “I do appreciate that.”

  “I did it for us, Dan.” Heather closed her eyes, buried her nose in Daniel’s armpit, and inhaled the pungent smell of his sweat. “I did it for us. You won’t cheat on me anymore. And you’re never going to leave me. Not until I let you.”

  “Are you serious?” Daniel muttered.