Jim knew his wife was cheating on him, but he'd never caught her,
and if he brought it up he knew she'd deny it. At first he
thought it was hot, thinking someone else also desired your wife
was a bit of a turn on; he wanked himself silly sometimes just
thinking about it. She was careful though; the bed sheets were
always changed afterwards, along with her underwear.

There were times she slipped up though; a discarded pair of
knickers behind the laundry hamper with a tell-tale mark on the
crotch, a used condom under the bed when they hadn't made love
for months. She always had an excuse, and it was always
plausible. It was only a matter of time before she got sloppy and
made a real mistake.

Jim and Kate had been married for 25 years, 23 of them happily.
For the last two years though things had waned; their son and
daughter had left home five years ago, Kate had lost interest in
the bedroom department and they were hardly at home together.
Kate was a nurse at the local hospice and Jim was on-call as an
emergency mechanic, their shifts rarely coincided and they'd
begun to drift apart.

One particular morning, Jim got up late for work; despite working
irregular evening hours, he still had to be in the office for
9am. Starting his car and driving down the road, he spotted an
unfamiliar car. He knew it wasn't one of the neighbours; he'd
fixed most of their vehicles before and knew everyone. The driver
was staring at him as he passed, giving Jim an uneasy feeling. He
drove around the next corner and parked up, got out of his car
and walked back to his street; the car was gone from where he'd
passed it but he could see it pulling on to his drive.

Jim's heart was racing; he didn't know what to do. He walked back
to his car, legs unsteady. Reaching for the door he had to steady
himself with his other hand on the roof. His mind ran through a
thousand questions; could this be the lover? Could it be a doctor
on a house call? Should he go to work, or back to the house? If
he went back to the house, what would he do? If he went to work,
would he be able to think straight? His phone rang; he stared at
it and answered on the fifth ring. "Hello?" he said shakily.

"Hi Jim, it's Peter. Are you OK?"

"Er, yeah. I'm OK I guess Peter." he replied.

"Well you sound like shit buddy! Listen, you've been working too
hard this past month, we think you need a break. Why don't you
take a week off? I'll square it with the boss. Go put your feet
up and we'll see you next Monday!"

Jim took a second to take the information on board. "You still
there Jimmy boy?"

"Yeah, yeah." Jim's head was still reeling. Peter's voice sounded
like it was speaking a hundred miles away from inside a tin can.

"You go home, if you're not already there Bud. Get some rest,
don't worry about a thing." Peter said jovially.

"Yeah, cheers Peter." Jim replied and hung up.

"What the hell do I do now?" Jim said to himself.

"Don't ask me Jim, but could you shift your car from the end of
my drive?" Jim's neighbour broke him from his thoughts. He spun
around to see Mike attempting to squeeze his car around the back
of Jim's poorly parked one.

"Sorry Mike." Jim spluttered, "World of my own there for a sec!"

"Well now you're back in this one. Would you mind?" Mike gestured
towards Jim's car. Jim got in, started the engine and drove
around the block.

When he reached his house the strange car was still there on his
drive. He looked around at the other houses, all his neighbours
had gone to work. He wasn't particularly neighbourly with them,
he'd wave and say hi to them if he saw them, but he was no social
butterfly. Kate, on the other hand, knew them all by name. It was
because of her that they were invited to all the neighbourhood
parties and barbeques, and Jim's services were offered when their
vehicles broke down or other mechanical jobs needed someone who
understood the workings. He didn't know any of them well enough
that they'd tell him that strange cars were turning up on a
regular basis.

He drove up the street, passed the road he'd turned up before and
turned down a secluded street further down. The houses here were
bigger, and most people round here kept themselves to themselves.
He was sure that none of them would recognise him. Jim got out of
the car and walked slowly towards his house.

Fifteen minutes later and he was standing, shaking, at his front
door. His worry had turned to anger as he slid his key into the
lock quietly and pushed the door open slowly. He needn’t have
been so stealthy though, Kate was moaning loudly in time to the
squeaking of their bed and the headboard banging on the wall.

He was angry now, walking through the kitchen into the garage, he
reached up, felt around on top of a shelf and retrieved his
baseball bat. Kate was screaming now as Jim climbed the stairs
and slowly opened the bedroom door. Jim stood in the doorway,
Kate was on her knees on the bed, face buried in a pillow,
screaming as a man he'd never seen before stood behind ploughing
into her arse.

Shifting his grip on the bat and approached the man quickly, Jim
swung the bat upwards between the man's legs. He connected with
the man's testicles on his inward stroke, feeling at least one of
them burst as the bat reached his pelvis. All three of them
screamed; Jim with a shout of triumph, Kate with surprise and
lust as the man thrust himself hard into her anus, and her lover,
in pain and terror as Jim stepped to the side and swing the bat
at the strangers head. The screaming stopped as he crumpled to
the floor and Jim stood over him, bat raised and ready for more;
but there was no movement from him at all.

Kate was cowering at the top of the bed, back pressed against the
headboard, knees pulled against her chest, a frightened look in
her eyes as Jim's gaze fell upon her. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I
didn't mean to. Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me!" She
panicked as Jim rounded the bed towards her, bat in hand.

"He was blackmailing me. I had no choice. Please listen!" she
pleaded. He paused, calming down a little as the enormity of what
he'd just done sank in.

"Go on." he said as he sat on the edge of the bed and faced her,
looking into her frightened eyes. She was scared, but she wasn't
scared of Jim. What scared her most was the truth of what had
happened and how Jim would react when she told him.

Two years ago at the hospice, Paul, the man currently lying
prostrate on the floor, had come on to her. At first she rejected
his advances, but deep down she was flattered. That flattery made
its way to the surface one day and she found herself blushing as
he voiced his opinion on her nicely rounded buttocks. Kate's bum
was one of the things that Jim loved about her. It looked
fantastic when packaged in a tight pair of jeans; even better in
a pair of yoga pants. There was a gym at the hospital next door
to the hospice where she worked which she made good use of. At 45
she was still in good shape and her bum, she thought, was her
best feature. Paul thought so too, he patted, squeezed and
stroked it nearly every time he passed her. She slapped his hand
away on every occasion but the last time he caught her off guard.


She'd had an argument with Jim before she left the house, she
couldn't remember what it had been about, but she was still
fuming and wanted to get back at him. Now, alone in Paul's
office, after he'd paid her the compliment, she felt her cheeks
redden and his hand stayed on her bum. Surprised that it hadn't
been removed by her, Paul went further and caressed one cheek,
moving slowly towards the other with one hand and feeling the
cheek he'd just left with his free hand.

Feeling bold, he moved his hands to her sides and pulled her to
him. His erect penis pressed between them as his hands moved
around her front and up to her breasts. She exhaled as his hands
cupped her breasts and he pressed himself in to her. She could
feel his breath as he moved in to kiss her neck and behind her
ears. He turned Kate around and kissed her mouth. She parted her
lips and his tongue darted into her mouth. She kissed him back
hungrily as her hands encircled him and he grasped her buttocks,
lifting her and placing her on the edge of his desk.

He moved down her body as she leaned back and he reached under
her uniform dress to stroke her labia through her panties. She
groaned as he pushed the flimsy material to the side and
moistened his finger in her wetness, gently rubbing her lips. She
lifted her hips so he could slide her panties around her bum and
down her slender legs; kicking them off her feet as she opened
her legs and he lowered his face to her pussy, breathing on her
moist lips.

She hadn't shaved down there for a few days, his tongue rasped up
her stubble causing a pleasant vibration as he licked the length
of her slit, plunging his fingers in when she was good and wet.
Gasping as his third finger entered her, he curled his middle
finger up towards her g-spot, sucking on her clit, she gripped
the edge of the desk as her first orgasm ripped through her. Kate
stifled a cry as she remembered where she was and Paul's hand and
tongue continued to work their magic.

Paul removed his hand and stood up, unbuckled his belt and let
his trousers fall to the floor. She could see his impressive
length through his pants and she reached out to touch it. He
pushed his pants down and she held his hard penis, pulling him
towards her as they embraced, her legs around his waist and her
hand guiding him towards her wanton, dripping sex. He entered her
easily; she could feel every vein pulse within her as he slid his
cock in. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, wanting
more of this throbbing monster to invade her married pussy.

He fucked her hard, eliciting a whimper from Kate as his cock
drove through her. She neared orgasm, her arms tight around his
shoulders and her face buried in his neck as she screamed through
it. He pushed her back and pulled out, his cum spurting high and
splashing on her uniform and his desk. Both panting hard as they
came down from their euphoria, he collapsed on a seat and rolled
his head on his shoulders.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that to you!" He said
a smug look on his face. "You're mine now!"

Kate was stood up, wiping the sperm from her uniform with a
tissue. She looked up at him quizzically, "What do you mean?" she
said.

"I mean, that you're mine to do with whatever I please! There's
nothing you can do about it!" He laughed meanly. "You were fully
complicit in this. You can't tell your husband, he'll throw you
out. You can't tell the board because they won't believe a mere
staffer over me. And you can't tell the police you were raped
because you weren't. Simply put, I own you!"

Kate's head was reeling, she knew she was trapped. She couldn't
see a way out and felt her world falling apart.

Over the next two years she would find that Paul would engineer
situations where they would be alone together and he'd end up
fucking her. In stairwells, the laundry room, offices, even on
empty beds in wards full of sleeping patients. Even though she
tried to avoid him, he would still find a way to be with her. He
even broke into her locker at work and borrowed her keys so he
could make a set for himself; the first she knew of this was when
Jim had gone to work early.

She thought Jim had forgotten something when she heard the front
door open. She was undressed and getting ready for a shower when
Paul came into the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed. Shocked
into inaction, she was pulled over onto her front, her bum in the
air as he dropped his trousers and pushed his hard cock into her
vagina. She screamed into a pillow as he relentlessly fucked her
until he came into the condom he was already wearing. Arse still
in the air, pussy lips sore and puffy from their battering, Kate
sobbed into the pillow as he disengaged and got off the bed.
"You'll be enjoying a lot more of that." He said as he entered
the bathroom to clean himself up. He dried his hands on a towel,
tossed it onto the bed and left, leaving her crying and feeling
helpless.

She desperately wanted to tell someone, but there was nobody she
could trust. The girls at work wouldn't understand; they all
fancied Paul, and he was a different person around them, all
sweet and polite, they were all doe eyed when they were around
him. Her best friend on the street was Mary, but she would gossip
amongst the other women on the street. She didn't think Jim would
understand, or care for that matter. He'd just throw her out if
he knew she was cheating on him. But was this really cheating?
She knew that she'd opened that particular door once; she'd tried
to shut it since, but Paul had wedged it open and wouldn't let it
close until he was finished with her; but when would that be?

Her answer to that question had just happened. Kate finished
telling her story as the crumpled form of Paul spluttered on the
bedroom floor. He opened his eyes and saw the baseball bat on a
collision course with his nose, then all went black again. "We
have to call the police!" Jim said, placing the bloodied bat on
the bed.

"No!" Kate pleaded. "Not after you've beaten him so badly. You
could end up going to jail for assault!"

"Then what do we do?" Jim asked.

They thought for a minute, looking from Paul's unconscious, naked
body on the floor to each other, then Kate had an idea.

"Help me put him on the spare bed and get some rope from the
garage." She said as she jumped off the bed and shrugged on her
dressing gown. "We're going to give this fucker a taste of his
own medicine!"

Jim dragged him into his daughter's old bedroom and they placed
him on the metal framed bed. The he retrieved the rope from the
garage and tied his legs and arms to each corner. A noose was
placed around Paul's neck and secured to the back of the bed,
then another rope bound his torso. There was no way he could
move.

Kate had showered and dressed for work by the time Jim was
finished trussing up their captive. He stood up to admire her in
her uniform, he could tell that she'd changed; she seemed
stronger and somehow sexier. Jim couldn't quite put his finger on
it until she approached him and hugged him tightly. They looked
at each other and kissed passionately, breaking apart only when
Paul snorted through his broken nose. For the first time in two
years, she felt empowered.

Kate left for work, leaving Jim with their guest. He looked
towards the man who had tormented his wife and smiled. Paul still
had a hardon, it was maybe an hour since he'd been knocked out
cold, but he was still stood to attention. Jim saw Paul's eyes
flutter, almost imperceptibly, he could tell that Paul was
pretending to be unconscious. The bat was behind him, so Jim
picked it up and pressed the end into Paul's destroyed ball sack.
Paul tensed up and screamed as the pain shot through his body.
Jim almost felt sorry for him as he twisted the bat left and
right, Paul, unable to move, screamed louder, his cries becoming
hoarse. Jim went back into their bedroom and retrieved Paul's
socks from the floor. Returning to his daughter's bedroom, their
new dungeon, he pressed the bat into Paul's scrotum again; Paul
opened his mouth to scream but Jim forced a sock into it,
muffling his cries instantly. "We can't have you disturbing the
neighbours now, can we?" Jim said.

"I'll fucking destroy you!" came the muffled reply.

"Nah, pal! Your destroying days are over!" Jim chuckled, then he
forced the other sock into Paul's mouth and placed a strip of
gaffer tape across his lips. As he left the room, Jim could hear
the muffled cries of his prisoner. Things had got complicated,
but they were going to be okay.


Kate returned from work at around 6pm and was greeted at the door
by Jim. She handed him a Styrofoam box and returned to her car to
retrieve another. "There's a couple more in the boot, and a stand
on the back seat too." She said. Jim wondered what her plans
were, but he had a good idea of what was coming next.

They took the boxes and the stand into their new dungeon. Paul
watched them, his eyes wide with fear as Kate set up the drip
stand with a bag of saline and a long plastic tube connected to a
cannula. She tapped his arm, looked for a vein and pierced his
skin with the needle. He tensed, screaming through his gag for
them to stop. Pleading with them. Tears ran down his cheeks, but
they were wasted on his captors. "You've done far worse to me
Paul." Kate said calmly. "You may not have used ropes to bind me,
but you tied me up emotionally. Now it's your turn, and I intend
to enjoy it!"

She turned, spied his erect penis and ran her finger down its
length, squeezing his balls tightly as he screamed, then passed
out. She left the room with a wry smile on her lips and a
deliciously evil plan in her head.

She entered the kitchen as Jim was putting the bags of saline
into the fridge. "How long are we keeping him?" Jim asked.

"As long as he lasts." She replied, then kissed him.

"We'll have to get rid of his car." said Jim as he held his wife
closely. He couldn't remember her ever feeling so vibrant, it was
as if every fibre of her being was thrumming. It was
intoxicating.

"Move it into the garage for tonight. I think I've got a plan!"
Kate took Jim's hand and led him upstairs to their bedroom. The
sound of their lovemaking drifted through the walls, making
Paul's painfully erect penis ache. As Kate screamed through her
third orgasm, Paul's ruined testicles throbbed and a thin rivulet
of cum oozed from his cock. He cried himself quietly to sleep.


Morning came, Kate checked on Paul, changed his drip, then patted
his still erect penis and left for work. Jim didn't visit the
room all morning, preferring instead to work in his shed. Paul
could hear Jim banging and sawing away, not knowing if he was
just fixing things or making a device to torture him with. Paul
tried to test his bonds, but every strain and wriggle brought
fresh pain. He'd passed out twice already and had resigned to his
fate. Whatever they had planned for him would be half of what he
was planning for his revenge.

Kate came home with a pair of panties in a bag in her pocket. Jim
looked at her strangely until she explained that they were off
one of her co-workers. Julie was a nurse who had the hots for
Paul. She'd told Kate that he'd fucked her in his office a few
times a while ago, but he hadn't touched her since. She still
wanted him to fuck her again because she loved it rough, and he
knew just how she liked it. She also said that he kept a pair of
her panties in his desk drawer. Julie hadn't been seen for weeks,
the staff knew she had an abusive boyfriend; she would turn up
with fresh bruises nearly every week. The police had been called
to her house on several occasions, but she refused to press
charges and the abuse would carry on regardless.

In the afternoon, Kate snuck in to Paul's office and retrieved
the panties. Wearing rubber gloves, she removed them from the
drawer and placed them in a sterile bag.

Kate climbed the stairs and entered what she now thought of as
Paul's dungeon. The curtains were closed but Paul was wide awake.
Kate pulled on a pair of latex gloves and pulled the panties out
of the bag. "You know what these are? Don't you? Naughty boy!"

"Mmmph." Paul replied. He was shivering.

"Don't be scared naughty boy. I'm not here to punish you." She
wrapped the panties around his ever present erection and started
to move her gloved hand up and down his shaft. The pain was
excruciating, but the pleasure was intensifying as she sped up
and he came into the silky material. He panted and shook as she
placed the panties back in the bag, then she left the room and
shut the door.

Kate entered the garage, removed the panties from the bag and
dropped them on the back seat. Jim, dressed in Paul's clothes,
which were rather baggy on him, drove Paul's car to a secluded
car park off a country road, 20 miles from their house. Kate had
followed in her car and pulled up in a space further up from Jim.
She walked to Paul's car and applied the finishing touches,
smearing Paul's blood and semen on the steering wheel and the
back seat. Jim and Kate then abandoned Paul's car, leaving the
driver's door unlocked and the rear passenger door open.

Getting back in Kate's car they kissed and Jim's hand stole to
her crotch, rubbing her moist lips, pushing his finger into her
and caressing her swollen clit. She gripped the wheel as she
came, then she kissed him again deeply, composed herself and
drove back home.

At home, Jim undressed and Kate put the clothes in the washer. As
the machine started they could hear Paul struggling to get free.
"I've got this." Jim said as he went to the room, naked, grabbing
the bat on the way in. Paul stopped moving, his eye's like
saucers surrounded by black and deep purple rings, had a look of
sheer terror as Jim swung the bat forcefully towards his knees.
There was a deafening crack as the bat split and Paul shrieked in
pain as his knee shattered. Jim poked the splintered handle of
the bat into the soft flesh under Paul's jaw and he twisted it,
letting the sharp wood prick and puncture his captive's skin.
Paul settled, the terrified look not leaving his eyes.

"Look what you've made me do now!" Jim said menacingly. Paul
tried to shrink back into the pillow as Jim advanced towards his
head, looking from the broken handle of the bat to Paul's
perpetual hardon.

"Did you enjoy that? It certainly looks like you did!" Jim turned
and walked to a drawer; opening it, he retrieved a jar of
Vaseline and returned to the bed. He turned the broken handle
around in his hand, Paul staring at it intently as Jim covered
the rounded end in the jelly and moved to the middle of the bed.

"Open wide!" Jim commanded, but Paul was shaking his head
violently and trying to force his legs together. Jim pressed on
Paul's shattered knee, the bottom half of his leg poking upwards
at an odd angle as Paul screamed against his gag and Jim forced
the broken handle into his anus.

"At least he used lubrication!" Came a voice from the doorway,
"It's more than you afforded me when you arse fucked me!"

Kate approached the bed and kissed Jim, reaching down to caress
his erect penis. "It looks like you got a bit excited there too
babe!" she said, stroking him gently. "Go get a shower, I'll join
you in a sec." Jim wandered off into their bedroom, leaving Kate
alone with Paul.

"Look at you getting all the action!" She grabbed the broken
handle and turned it slowly. Paul was sweating and shaking as she
pushed the bat further in, fucking his arse with the broken wood.


"You do like it!" she squealed as a drop of pre-cum emerged from
his cock. "Oh I've just had a wonderful idea!" She clapped
excitedly and left the room, leaving the broken handle inside
Paul's bum.

Two minutes later he could hear them fucking in the shower. He
could feel his cock pumping in time to Kate's moans along with
his anus pulsing around the bat. As he came involuntarily, his
left leg pressed into the bed and he blacked out.

Paul woke up, disorientated; he was still tied to the bed, unable
to move, but now he was on his knees. He could see an empty
syringe on the bedside table and his drip had been refreshed. He
also noticed that the bat had been removed from his arse, but
although the pain in his knee had subsided, his anus was still
throbbing. He could also smell something rubbery and there was
something silvery at the edge of his vision. He looked to the
right, remembering there was a dressing table there with a mirror
on it. He could just about see the top of his head, encased in a
black rubber gimp mask. "Shit!" He thought, "What the fuck have
they planned for me now?"

He didn't have long to find out. Three voices were coming up the
stairs, Kate and Jim's he recognised instantly, God knows he'd
spent enough time here. The third voice he was sure he knew, but
couldn't quite place it. "Has that Cialis kicked in yet Bill?"
Kate asked their new friend.

"It sure has." Bill replied, Paul knew who it was now, and he
started to panic, "I'm ready for my birthday treat!"

"I'll have to blindfold you first!" Kate said, "It's meant to be
a special surprise for both of you!". She tied the blindfold
around Bill's eyes and led him into the room.

Paul could see the man in the mirror and he started to
hyperventilate. Kate guided him round the bed to face Paul. Bill
was black, stood six and a half foot high in his stocking feet
and, as Kate stood behind him and pushed down his pants, Paul
could see he was hung like a mule. Paul started to shake his
head, whimpering through the gag. "Ooooh! Gimp likes you!" She
said as she led Bill towards the end of the bed.

"Give me your hands." Kate told Bill; she placed them on Paul's
buttocks. Paul tensed and Bill felt his bum, caressed it gently,
then felt the tip of a penis touch his hole.

"There you are!" Bill said, his voice tinged with triumph as he
felt resistance at first, then his cock forced its way into
Paul's arse. Paul whimpered, trying to pull away, but Bill's
hands grasped his hips and pulled him back, fully impaling Paul
on Bill's rock hard monster.

Bill didn't know that it was Paul he was fucking. He would have
taken even more pleasure from the fact he was arse raping the man
who had made his life a misery at work. Paul bullied him
perpetually. Bill knew he was a gay, black, male nurse; but to
have this little weasel constantly calling you both to your face
and behind your back because of it, made him sick. Bill
complained to the board, but it fell on deaf ears; Paul had
already called him a whiny little gay bitch to most of them, so
they just laughed it off as a tantrum. To the board, Paul could
do no wrong; sales figures were up and it was all down to him.
Money talked, bullshit walked; Paul thought he was untouchable.

He was being touched now though. Bill was picking up speed,
ramming Paul's backside harder and grunting. Taking longer and
faster strokes he exploded into Paul's bowels. Paul recoiled with
revulsion as he also came, emptying himself onto the sheets below
him. Bill's softening cock slid from Paul's tortured anus as Kate
led Bill from the room, towards the shower.

"That was quite a show buddy!" Jim whispered in Paul's ear. Paul
wanted to collapse on the bed, but the ropes binding him forbade
it. Relief came when Jim reached for a syringe and emptied the
contents into Paul's neck. The world went black and he slumped in
his restraints.


Waking, on his back again, relieved that his arse was no longer
throbbing, Paul took in his restricted view of the room. He was
still wearing the mask, the serrated edges of the silvery zips
just in the periphery, the ropes still bound him tight to the
bed, but something felt wrong. He wiggled the toes of his right
foot, then tried to wiggle the toes of his left. He remembered
that his left leg had been broken, but he was sure he could
remember a feeling in his toes. The ropes felt different on his
left side too. He strained his neck and head, trying to get a
glimpse of what was below his waist. He could see his penis,
still erect and seemingly mocking him, he could see the toes of
his right foot, but he couldn't see his left at all. He panicked,
screaming as loud as the gag would allow, fighting against the
rope that secured him.

Seconds passed and Jim entered the room holding a bag. He reached
in and removed a bloodied lump, "You looking for this pal?" he
asked, waving the severed foot at Paul's horrified face.

"We had to take it off!" Jim explained, "You would probably have
lost it to infection anyway, and Bill wouldn’t have found it
pleasant with that leg waving all over the place. It's
distracting!

"I hope you enjoyed Bill, by the way. He certainly did. Best
birthday present he's had in ages he said! Can't wait for next
year's surprise. Anyway, I think our Kate did a good job of your
stump; quite neat considering!

"Oh yeah! Seeing as you won't be needing this anymore, Kate is
taking it to the hospital incinerator. It must be nice to have
friends in low places that don't ask questions and don't bother
looking in bin bags when they take out the trash. The rest of the
leg we're saving for later." With that, Jim left the room and
Paul strained to look at the remnants of his left leg.


Paul awoke in excruciating pain, bucking and straining against
his bonds. He heard Kate shout "Fuck! He's Awake!" and then spied
Jim rising to his feet, holding a bloody hacksaw.

"No you don't." Jim said calmly, placing his hands on Paul's
shoulders and pushing him into the bed. Kate appeared next to
Jim, she was holding a syringe which she pushed into Paul's neck
and injected him with the contents.

"That was close!" He heard Kate say as he spiralled into
darkness.


Paul dreamt that he was diving off an exotic reef, weightless in
the water, floating towards coral of such exquisite colour that
he was in awe of nature’s wondrous beauty. As he opened his eyes,
his dreams were shattered, the all too familiar ceiling bearing
down on him. The pink lampshade mocking him from above. He wanted
to scream, shout and break the ropes holding him to this
godforsaken bed. Then he remembered the saw, and the syringe. The
drip stand still towered above him to the left. The saline bag
that still providing his only nourishment, hung from it. The tube
seemed to be hanging differently though. He couldn't feel the
ever present cannula scratching in his arm. For that matter, he
couldn't feel his arm either.

Raising his head slightly, he looked from left to right. He could
still see his penis, his erection had still not subsided. He
looked towards his limbs, but he couldn't see them. Then, panic
rising, he looked over to the dressing table. They weren't there.
He could see a knife on the bedside table, tantalisingly out of
reach. He thought to himself that if he could loosen the bonds
from his wrist, he should be able to reach the knife; but he
couldn't feel his wrist, or his arm.

He screamed in frustration, rocking from side to side. He felt a
rope slip and rocked some more. Another rope loosened and he felt
a thrill as his bonds released and he rolled off the bed with a
thump. Confused, he looked down to see that his legs were missing
from below his buttocks. He tried to reach down to feel the
stumps, only to discover that his arms were also missing. What
the hell had they done to him? What we’re going to do to him? He
thought, "May as well do a head count then!"

Kate and Jim entered the room to find Paul on the floor. Unsure
as to whether he was laughing or crying, Jim lifted him back onto
the bed and tied him back down again. "It's horrible feeling
helpless, isn't it?" Kate asked Paul. "Not able to even help
yourself out of trouble? That's what it's been like for the ones
you've kept under your grubby little thumb for the last few years
you maggot!

"Poor Bill! A big man like that reduced to tears because of your
bullying, you should be ashamed of yourself! And Julie! I've seen
the pictures of her that you sent to her boyfriend from your
phone; it's no wonder nobody's heard from her since. What you did
to me, and probably others too, is unforgivable.

"But we're going to forgive and forget. That's why we're throwing
a party tomorrow. A barbeque actually; and you're the guest of
honour."

"She says guest." Jim added. "Actually, you're the main course!"

The colour drained from Paul's face as Kate applied the syringe
to his neck and he drifted away to the sound of sharpening
knives.

A smell like cooking pork wafted in through the open window. Paul
could see a garden full of people he knew and some he didn't.
He'd been propped up under the window and a crude periscope was
attached to his head; allowing him to see, but not be seen. He
could turn his head slightly and scan the party, but the movement
was restricted.

With the window open he could also hear what was going on. Many
people were complimenting Jim on his cooking; how tender and
tasty the meat was, and asking him where he bought it from.
Replying that it was a trade secret, it took Paul a few minutes
to realise that the meat was him. He chuckled, feeling happy that
these unsuspecting people were enjoying just how delicious he
was, not realising that he was pumped full of morphine that Kate
had liberated from the hospice storeroom with Paul's code and
key.

He heard footsteps climbing the stairs and a female voice that
wasn't Kate's. Heart jumping, he tried to call out, but only made
a vague whistling noise. His mouth was still sealed shut and he
felt the mask still on his head, but he couldn't make a noise
loud enough to be heard by himself, let alone anyone else.

Mary jiggled the doorknob and was surprised to find it locked.
She knew that Kate kept her toys in this room, she was feeling
frisky and all the men here were off limits, including her
husband, who was busy flirting with Kate's workmates. Frustrated,
she felt the top of the door jamb and found the key.

She twisted the key in the lock and opened the door. Mary was
about to scream when she saw the contraption by the window, but
Kate, who had seen Mary sneak upstairs, had crept up behind her
and put her hand over Mary's mouth.

Calming down, Mary asked, "What the hell is that?"

"Jim made it." Kate whispered. "Help me lift it on the bed if you
want to try it out?"

Mary's eyes lit up. They lifted Paul onto the bed. He was
unrecognisable. They had wrapped him in cling-film, then covered
him in bandages soaked in plaster of Paris, fashioning what
looked like a Halloween mummy. Only his perpetually erect penis
was visible.
Mary reached out and touched it. "It feels so real." She giggled.

Kate opened a drawer and pulled out a condom. She unwrapped it
and rolled it onto Paul's erection. Mary looked confused. "What
do you need that for?" She asked.

"I don't know where you've been?" Kate nudged her playfully as
Mary pulled down her panties and sat astride Paul. She could have
sworn she heard a groan as it slid into her excited pussy.

"Ooh! That feels so good!" Mary squealed, "So real!" She bucked
harder, thrusting her hips into the new toy as she came. She
could feel the penis throbbing inside her as she came for a
second time, then dismounted as her panting subsided.

"You've got to get Jim to make me one of these!" Mary said, legs
shaky as she rested on the edge of the bed. She looked at the
condom, its bulb full of milky fluid. "It's almost as if it's
alive! I could swear I felt it cumming!" She reached out and
stroked the condom covered phallus which twitched at her touch.

"I'm afraid it's a one off." Kate said. "Jim designed it with one
of the guys at the hospice. Something to do with sex therapy. But
he's buggered off and we've been left in the lurch."

Mary mulled it over for a second, then said excitedly, "If it's
cash you need, you only have to ask me." It was true, Mary was
loaded, thanks to a rich husband. She knew she was a trophy wife,
her husband had little interest in sex, but she didn't care; she
got her kicks elsewhere. She was the reason that the neighbour to
the left of Mary's house got her mail half an hour later than the
neighbour to her right, and, although the window cleaner's van
was regularly seen outside Mary's house, her windows were no
cleaner than the rest of the street's. There were others too, but
her husband was either oblivious or didn't care.

"Thanks babe." Kate replied, "But money's not the issue. That guy
was a central part of the whole workings."

With that, Mary pulled on her panties and, with a wistful look at
the erectioned lump on the bed, she left the room and re-joined
the party.

The next Monday, there was some excitement at the hospice; the
police had found Paul's car and Julie's soiled panties abandoned
in a rural car park. They had also found Julie's lifeless body in
her apartment. Julie's boyfriend had been arrested but, with Paul
missing in suspicious circumstances, the police didn't know if he
was an accomplice or a victim. Either way, Paul was a wanted man.

No one wanted him more than Mary at that moment though. She was
pleading with Jim to let her have another go on his wondrous
machine; offering herself to him for five minutes alone with his
contraption. Mary was a very attractive and undeniably sexy
woman, but not to Jim. To him, she was Kate's best, but nosy
friend; he knew that somehow she'd find Paul, which is why he'd
gone to such lengths to make him look more mechanical than
organic.

He certainly didn't want the neighbours hearing her being
pleasured at his house, especially while Kate was at work. Mary
may have been the head of the local gossip mill, but it worked
pretty well without her too; and this was the sort of scandal
they lapped up.

Jim knew he'd have to dispose of Paul somehow, but he was unaware
of the police's growing interest in him. Knowing that Mary
wouldn't give up, he decided on a compromise and went upstairs to
the spare bedroom. There he injected Paul with morphine,
disconnected the drip and placed him in a suit cover from the
wardrobe. Jim then took him downstairs and offered to take his
device over to Mary's house. Mary was delighted, although Jim
said he'd need it back in a few hours. She was puzzled, but
mostly disappointed with the time limit, although she decided to
let it slide.

An hour later, Jim heard a knock at the door; fully expecting to
see Mary in a state of distress having discovered the machine's
true inner workings, he was surprised to see two police officers.

Handing a search warrant to Jim, an officer explained that, due
to the suspicious circumstances of Paul's disappearance, and the
discovery of his relationship with Jim's wife (one of the nurses
had spotted them fucking in Paul's office), they had reason to
believe that he may have been at the premises recently. His car
had been seen here by neighbours around the time he had vanished.

Jim was shaken. The officer took it as a sign that he hadn't
known about his wife's infidelities and apologised. Jim thanked
the officer and invited them both in. Showing them around the
house and garage, Jim explained that the drip stand was for his
elderly mother, who sometimes stayed with them over Christmas;
the ropes had been removed, they were surplus to requirements now
Paul had a full, what was left of his body, cast.

Satisfied, the officers left; thanking Jim and apologising once
again for breaking the bad news and disturbing his peace. Jim
thanked the officers for their concern and added that he hoped
they caught him. As they drove away, curtains twitched at windows
and muffled screams of ecstasy came from across the road.

Kate rang Jim panicking; she'd only just heard that someone had
told the police about her and Paul. Jim told her that it had all
been taken care of; Paul was being looked after by Mary.
Kate laughed, she knew Mary would have to have another go,
although Mary wouldn't know just how big a favour she'd just done
them.

Word got around the street fast. Several of the neighbours that
Jim hardly knew had tried to strike up a conversation with him;
trying to wheedle out a reason as to why the police had visited.
Jim just told them that they'd asked about a man who Kate knew
from work who'd gone missing. Less than satisfied, but knowing
that was all that they'd get from Jim, they left him alone.

Mary popped back over in the evening to ask if she could keep
Kate's toy a few more days. Her husband was away on business and
she was feeling frisky. Jim said that he didn't mind and then
answered her questions concerning the policemen's visit. One of
the neighbours must have told her; Jim knew she'd been
preoccupied. He told her the same story he'd told them; she said
she'd ask Kate later and left. He thought she was walking a
little awkwardly down the path, she stumbled in her heels as she
reached the curb.

Kate had only been home for half an hour when the police turned
up again; something didn't add up when they had broken the news
of Kate's infidelity; Jim had taken it too well, as far were
concerned and they wanted to probe more. Just as they were about
to sit in the lounge with a cup of coffee each, the doorbell
rang. Mary, sniffing around for fresh gossip, barged past Kate,
straight into the lounge.

Placing herself between the two policemen, Mary asked what they
were here for. She'd heard from Jim about the missing man and
wanted to know more.

"Sorry officers." Jim said, interrupting Mary, "Mary here is a
bit of a man hunter."

"More like a man eater!" Said Kate, sitting next to Jim and
taking hold of his hand. Mary crossed her arms and sat back. Then
she sat forward and placed her hands on the officer's thighs
either side of her.

"Right then!" Said Mary, "Shall we start?" The officers looked
puzzled; then one asked Kate if it was okay for Mary to be here,
owing to the nature of their enquiries.

"It's fine." Kate replied. "The street will find out one way or
the other. I'd prefer she hear the truth first hand."

The policeman cleared his throat. "Okay. When we told your
husband about your affair, he didn't seem very shocked, could you
tell me why?"

Mary looked shocked; she hadn't heard about this, and Kate had
never told her. Her hands gripped the officer’s thighs harder.

Jim answered, "I had an idea she was cheating on me, but not who
with. I'd met Paul once and he struck me as the type of slimy,
womanising bastard that would charm his way into any woman's
pants. I can't say he fooled me, but, if what I've heard about
him is true, a good proportion of the nurses have had him between
their legs whether they asked for it or not."

"So you think he'd resort to rape?" The officer asked.

"I wouldn't put it past him. I think he was on a power trip, in
charge of these women, thinking they were at his beck and call."
Jim replied.

"And you got all this from meeting him once?" The second officer
enquired.

"He's a good judge of character is Jim." Kate said, "He's not
overly fond of Mary here, but he puts up with her for me. Don't
you love?" She patted Jim's knee.

Jim looked at Kate and smiled, then to Mary, who was scowling at
him. The officers shifted uncomfortably. "I think we're finished
here." One of the officers said, standing up. The other officer
followed as they walked to the door. Mary followed close behind.

Pausing at the door, the first officer turned around, Mary
bounced off his chest and she looked up, embarrassed. He
addressed Jim and Kate, "If you hear anything, you can reach me
at this number." He held out a card which Kate took. The officer
thanked them, then held the door open for Mary, who scuttled
towards her home.

It was warm, so they slept with the windows open, Mary's ecstatic
moans drifting across the street on the breeze.

The next afternoon Mary arrived at Kate's door. She saw Jim leave
for work that morning and didn't want to face him yet. Kate
opened the door.

"I think I've broke it!" Mary said, standing on the doorstep.

"Broke what?" Kate asked.

"Jim's sex machine." Said Mary. "It must have a puncture or
something; the dildo bit has gone soft! I couldn't find a valve
or anything to pump it back up with!"

"I'll send Jim over when he gets in from work."

"No!" Mary said, a little too harshly, "I can't face him yet; not
now I know he doesn't like me."

"It's not like that." Kate said kindly, "He just doesn't like the
way you flaunt yourself around."

"Oh!" Mary said, "Could you help me carry it back over here
anyway? I'm still not too comfortable around him."

They both went over to Mary's house. Paul was propped up against
the bed, his limp penis pointing sadly at the floor. They picked
him up and took him over to Kate's, where they left him in the
garage, returning to the kitchen for a coffee.

Mary had left by the time Jim returned from work. Kate showed him
what had happened to Paul. "I checked for a pulse." She said.
"Couldn't find one though. It looks like she's fucked him to
death."

"It's how he would have wanted to go." Jim laughed.

"What do we do with him now?" Kate asked. It hadn't occurred to
her that they'd need to dispose of his remains when they'd
finished with him.

"I'm not sure?" Jim replied; but after dark they drove out to the
car park where they had dumped Paul's car, removed Paul and a
pair of shovels from the boot and, walking into the dark forest,
they found a spot where the ground was soft and started digging.

Jim had removed the plaster cast in his garage, but left the
cling-film on; holding their noses, they removed it, along with
the gimp mask, and dumped the carcass into the hole. Filling the
grave quickly, levelling the earth and covering it with fallen
leaves, they shook the dirt from their clothes and returned to
the car.

At home, they breathed a sigh of relief, showered together and
retired to bed. Making love, it reminded Kate how much she
depended on Jim; he was her rock, and she his. She thought of
Paul; how the sound of her and Jim fucking would have tormented
him in his prison. Did he really deserve to have been put through
what they did to him? Did she deserve what Paul had done to her?
As she came, she decided it didn't really matter now, she raked
her nails up Jim's back and pulled him closer as their orgasms
peaked, then subsided as they held each other, kissing and
touching. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

Five days later, everything had returned to normal. Kate was at
work when the police came; they told her that a body had been
found, buried in the woods near to where his car had been found.
DNA testing had found it to be Paul. They didn't know why the
body had remained undiscovered in a spot they'd already searched,
or where the rest of his body was; but the state of it suggested
that he'd been there a while.

Investigations were concluded, Julie's boyfriend was the main
suspect; the police had searched his phone and found the photos
of Julie that Paul had sent him, they'd also found videos of
torture and masochistic porn on his computer. With a motive and
no alibi, as far as the police were concerned, this was a pretty
straight forward case of revenge. He was tried and sentenced a
month later, all the while protesting his innocence regarding
Paul's demise. The case was closed.

Mary, in addition to her window cleaner and postman, borrowed the
business card from Kate and contacted one of the policemen; he
wasn't interested, his partner was, she wasn't particularly fussy
as long as he wore the uniform and used his handcuffs on
occasion.

Kate vowed never to cheat on Jim again; this whole episode had
got a bit too messy for her, she could do without the
complications, her nerves couldn't take it, and she didn't fancy
digging another hole.