Secret Betrayal

Episode 33

Continuation……….
“Who else Fifi? Who else if
not you?” He yelled into my
face.
“Do you know what?” I
started to say, “I used to
think you were just a beast
but you’re just a product of
frustration.”

I was barely done when stars
flew from my eyes and the
force of his slamming hand
on the side of my head sent
me crashing into the bedside
cabinet. I struggled to find my
footing but he was there
already to drag me up. He
landed another one that sent
me crashing into the mirror
and shattering it.

He was yelling abusive words
and curses as he battered
me. When I stole a glimpse of
his face in the chaos, I could
only liken it to a beast, an
angry and hungry beast out
for a kill. I was not only the
prey but the threat, the death
was glaring that awaited me.
“I’ll show you exactly what
you’re good at.” He raged and
locked the door before I could
get there. I tried to scream
but he grabbed me by the
throat and choked me,
shoving me hard on the bed.

With a brisk movement, he
used the bedside table as a
ladder to the ceiling and
pushed it a bit, that part of
the ceiling gave way. I never
knew there was such in our
room. He pulled out a rolled
up twine rope and a whip.
“I’m going to show you
exactly what you are built for
and how.” He doesn’t look
normal.

I knew he was coming to tie
me up and I tried to wrestle
with him but his punches
weakened me. He turned me
around and tied my hands to
the bed posts. For the first
time, I understand that our
matrimonial bedroom was a
BDSM apparatus. Every decor
was an instrument for
bondage and slavery. I was
married to a sadist.

He had expertly tied me up to
a position where my legs
were crisscrossed behind my
head and my hands wide
apart. My crotch was bared in
the open space and my
b—–s inbetween my thighs.
He played deaf to my soft
m0ans from pain and my
pleas never permeated him.

Still dry in my p—y, he
began to enter me, thrusting
rapidly. I cried but he never
cared to listen. Each time I
put up a struggle, he whipped
me with whip and spat on me.

He rode me like that,
alternating between my p—y
and anus.

When he withdrew for the
third round, he sat the edge
of the bed, looking horrific.

He tried to speak but
hesitated and left with his
phone, he returned with water
and some apples.

“You know what? Yes you
were lucky to miss out at the
cabin. It was going to be a
party before the news about
my parents. But it’s not over
yet. All you are good for is to
f–k. I met you on this
premise, f–k f–k f–k. The
first time we met, f–k. You
came again, f–k, we chatted,
f–k, I proposed to you while
f—–g… It’s all f–k f–k
f–k. So just get it. You are
only for f–k. And in the
family, we share.” He looked
so much like The Joker,
whenever he wants to do
mischief.

We had a knock downstairs
and he went to get it. When
he returned, I noticed he had
company. Following him, were
footfalls I thought were too
many to count.

Buggy and his cohort were in
my matrimonial bedroom.