Page 92 of Love is Strange
I’m pulled upright, and my dress slides back down to cover my bare pussy and legs, and I let out a small breath of relief.
I ask him quietly, “Will you ever let me go?”
He turns me around, and I can feel his breath on my face as he says, “I can’t, not now that I finally have you.”
His fingers caress my face and brush away the tears on my cheeks. Then, he rips the blindfold from my eyes, and a gasp escapes my lips as I see my captor’s face for the first time and realize why he seemed so familiar to me.
A sob breaks free, and his name escapes as a question from my lips, “Ash?”
The End… For Now…
Indiscriminate
EMERY LEEANN
Lisbet
Watchinghim stumble around his house with his walking cane almost sent tingles through my spine. His arrogant look he normally displayed was replaced with one of disgust. As he bumped his shins and knocked into his household items he muttered slurs I could hear from my hiding place in his kitchen. I loved how inept he looked, how scared and alone.
Two years ago, I was a patient at Brunswick State Mental Health Hospital, a private hospital for the clinically insane. My parents had me placed there when I started bringing home my stuffies. The filthy slobs whined and cried to the officials they were afraid I wasexhibiting traits of a serial killer.If I hadn’t slit their traitorous throats in their sleep, I would say they were way off base. Besides, I wasn’t being mean to my stuffies, I loved them. I was simply memorializing them.
Joseph, whose house I was hiding in, worked five twelve hour shifts at the hospital starting at 7pm. The patients had given him the nickname ofdaemonium. I personally didn’t think of him as a demon, I only knew he was my deliverance for something I didn't completely begin to understand or comprehend why I deserved or needed but I knew everything happened for a reason. My mother had ingrained this in my head. However, retribution was a beautiful thing. He didn’t deserve to be free walking around after all the abuse he had spun on the patients under his care. I was going to make sure he felt each and every humiliation he had made me and the countless others go through.
His single goal in life seemed to be to torture any female under his care. It seemed if you had a dick, you were safe. He would do his nightly rounds and sign off on his paperwork. He knew the histories of why we were admitted to the hospital, and used that against us. After lights out, his job was come by to do nightly checks to make sure we were in bed. He made sure mine came with a price every night he was there. He would bring in the hospital's therapy dog, which was a friendly brown dog of some sort, I was never really good with my animal types. I just knew he was a pretty big dog that always wagged his tail. Joseph would make me get out of bed, under the dog and put his thing in my mouth. He would say, “This is how you are supposed to treat animals.” Then he would pull his phone out and videotape it.
I refused and kicked him the first time he tried to force me to do the disgusting act. He promptly pulled out a black stick and zapped me. My brain went fuzzy and I could feel drool dribbling down my face. I would wake tied up with my legs spread wide open with him coaxing the dog in between. I was embarrassed but swore I still would never submit and I would fight with all I had until he turned me over and shoved the zappy stick into my butt. I shit all over myself. He officially took all my fight out of me. If sticking the dog's thing in my mouth kept me from getting zapped, I was going to grudgingly do it.
Each time after I finished with the dog, he would have a different pain exercise for me. It was something creative he would come up with that would immensely hurt me. I didn’t have a choice, he always reminded me he was in charge. One of the condition's of me being in the wing where I could walk around and not be locked in my room all day, was I had to stay away from the animals. He said if I ever said anything, he would show them the videos of me and the dog and say he caught me sneaking him in my room, then he would twist the dog's neck and blame me. They would lock me up and throw away the key. I knew he was right so all I could do was follow directions and pray that one day, I would get my vengeance. I swore to him I would kill him if I ever got the chance. He laughed and said, “Good thing I am always going to be in charge.”
Joseph
That fuckingcunt Myrtle ruined my life. All because I was trying to have a little fun with her, bitch fucking stuck her fingers in my eyes and literally pushed them so far she popped them like a balloon and blinded me. Now I’m on permanent disability, having to relearn to live and that bitch gets nothing out of this, she is already in the loony bin. Fucking Brunswick. Didn't even give me a good settlement because she wasn’t my patient and I wasn’t supposed to be in her room. At least they didn’t have the tapes of what I did to the others. That would have landed me in prison.
Lisbet, she was my favorite. She was so much fun to tame. I often thought of putting her in a cage in my basement. Was just too chicken shit of getting caught. The pain threshold that girl had though, damn. And then when she finally became compliant with the dog, after I used my prod, it still made my dick hard thinking of it. All I could do is think of it now, since I couldn’t fucking see. The fucking walking stick is useless. I still bump into everything and this is my own house so I didn't bother using it when I was at home.
Thankfully I had been smart enough to run a virus in the camera system at Brunswick every night I worked so no one could ever see the evidence. The guards didn’t care what I did. It was just me and one other guy in that wing. We split the patients down the middle. I got off on hearing them scream. Not the men, they were safe. The women, they were my muse. I could orgasm just from their pain. I had access to the files of my patients, so I knew why they were there and what would trigger them and that is what I played on.
Bring in Lisbet with the dog, and I came all over myself. Sometimes multiple times in a night. She was there for her predilection of mutilating animals. She would snap their necks, and on some, dissect them, then take the carcass home and keep it as a stuffed animal. She seemed to think she was helping the animal in some way. When her parents found the animals, via the smell, they were covered in maggots and matted fur. They sent her away because they didn't think they could help her and they were scared shitless so I decided to help her in my own way and show her the proper way to love animals. Then I would video the act and sell it online. It was quite the lucrative business.
I would make her thank me for letting her be a good girl to me. I could see the revulsion in her eyes but she always did it after a little coercion with the taser. The night before my last night there, I actually made her stick my cock in her mouth. I couldn’t help myself. Her lips are so inviting. I could tell she wanted to bite me so I had warned her if she did, I would beat her within an inch of her life. She knew I wasn’t joking as I had used her as a punching bag before to see how much she could take. They never did full body checks unless there was a reason. She showered on her own, so there was never a reason.
After she swallowed every drop of my come, I told her to lay down. I could see the anger in her eyes. I spread her legs and used my prod to impale her, without shocking her. I’d never fucked her before so she was scared I was going to shock her. “Beg me to stop.” I ordered. She begged angrily with tears coming down her face as her blood squished around the stick pumping in and out of her. That’s when I realized she must’ve been a virgin. I guess I popped her cherry. I started rubbing her clit. Unconsciously she starting moving her hips. Still begging and crying for me to stop. I smiled and said, “Why, when you like it so much my beautiful slut.” I kept manipulating her clit and she orgasmed all around the prod. I slowly pulled it out as subconsciously moaned. I kissed her and made her thank me. I left her with, “From now on, you are my slut. Understand?” She cried as she nodded her head looking broken.
I thought I was going to be in heaven. My own personal slut. I could make her do anything I wanted. Shit my dick is still throbbing with the image of her lips. But then Myrtle happened. The next day I was confident as hell leaving my special girl for last. I had seen Myrtle around and heard her screaming from a nightmare. I wanted to make her one of mine. I knew the other guy's schedule so I thought it would be easy peasy. That was the worst mistake of my life. When I went into her room she looked so serene sleeping. I walked up to her bed and put my hands over her mouth to wake her up. I whispered to her to be quiet, that I worked there. She nodded she understood. Her pert nipples were poking through her white cotton gown and I couldn’t resist pinching them. That’s when all hell broke loose. She flipped me over on my back and screamed this death lurching scream then shoved her thumbs in my eyes. She straddled me on the bed and had me incapacitated. I literally couldn’t move. I didn’t know until later that she had been an Army specialist and was trained in combat. Worst night of my life. I lost my sight, I lost my job, and I lost my toy – Lisbet.
Lisbet
For five daysI had been hiding in his house, watching and learning his mannerisms. My parents, who never came to visit once they put me in Brunswick, were killed in a car accident two months after Joseph left the hospital. Dr. Dhavern pulled me into her office and explained that, because I wasn't put in the hospital under court order, my parents placed me there, I was of age and could sign myself out. She reinforced I was welcome to stay, they left me some money that would pay for my time at the facility if I wished to stay the remainder of my time there, but, the choice was mine.
Four weeks later, I was dropped off by taxi at my home. It was legally mine now since my parents were dead. Dr. Dhavern helped me make sure all the utilities were up and running. I felt bad kinda that I didn't feel sad they were gone, but they never were very kind to me. I had a plan and I hoped it was going to work. I went into my dad's study and got on his computer, pulling up the local newspaper. I used the search word Brunswick. It worked perfectly. There were some stories about reconstruction and then, that’s when I saw it, the story of an employee who was attacked by a patient. When I clicked on the article, more stories of the incident popped up and talked of his lawsuit. As I delved deeper in the article, it not only gave his name, but his address also. Just what I needed. I was going to pay him an unexpected visit.
Having his address, I called a cab, and was dropped off a little past his house. I told the driver my uncle lived in the house and I wanted to surprise him. His house was secluded with a patch of woods around it. I felt like I had hit the jackpot.
Walking up to the side of the house cautiously so I wouldn't be heard, I noticed a shed with some tools and a door that seemed to lead down some stairs inside what I could only assume was the basement. My plan was to stay outside a few day and monitor his movements when it clicked to me, I could stay inside. It's not like he could see me.
Quietly I crept to the stairs and walked down them. Twisting the handle to see if it was unlocked, to my surprise, the door opened. I slipped inside hoping like hell no one was down there to see me.
It was a dark creepy basement, like you would expect in an old house. There was a washer and a dryer on the other side of the room. In the middle of the room there was a large metal cage. He must've had a dog or something. That thought made my stomach turn when I thought back to what he made me do.
