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Time Of Possession
part fourteen
by MarArch

Ralph was amazed he was so calm, so almost peaceful. Donna had made
the call and been told what time he would be there to deliver Debra,
which she immediatly had told Ralph. And from the moment they all knew
when he would be arriving Donna had been tense, anxious, pacing the
room, even puttering in the kitchen, anything to stay busy and focused
on something other than that moment.

Ralph could hear the dull thunk of the dishes in the sink from where
he sat on the couch in the den and turned to smile at Melissa, curled
on the other end of the couch, decked out now in a dark, floor-length
velvet gown. Although it should have seemed to him inappropriate
attire for a quiet Saturday afternoon, it nevertheless suited her
perfectly, and gave her an aire of regal elegance and calm beauty. For
his own part Ralph had dressed simply, shirt and trousers, slip on
shoes. He understood that his value was not in his clothing but in
himself. These extraordinary women had taught him that. That and so
much more.

Another clack of dishes echoed from the kitchen and Ralph turned to
Melissa with a smile.

"Why is she so nervous? If anyone should be, it should be me. But I'm
not."

Melissa returned the smile though there was a touch of sadness in it.

"I don't know. She's never talked to me about him" she said, her voice
a wan sigh. "She's never even let me meet him."

"I wonder why not" he mused.

Melissa shrugged.

"She once told me never to ask, that I was better off not knowing
anything about him."

Ralph felt a slight chill trickle over him.

"That sounds ominous" he said quietly.

She fixed her gaze on him and beamed with love and pride.

"You have nothing to worry about, believe me."

Even though he wasn't reassured by this, he was grateful for her
strength and support.

"I want you to know something" he said, finally, his tone calm but
earnest.

"Yes Sir?"

"Well" he hesitated, before sighing and fixing his gaze on her. "This
may sound strange... I mean, we haven't known each other long... I
mean as people... but... I want you to know that I feel as if you are
a part of me now. That you can ask me anything, any favor, anything I
can do for you, I'll be thrilled to do it. You and Donna."

He could see the moisture well up in her eyes and she nodded sharply,
with happiness and pride.

"You too" she whispered. "Anything."

Ralph reached out and took her hand, holding it firmly, feeling the
flow between them. What he felt was something far beyond friendship,
floating in that dimly seen land between companion and lover... a
closeness of deep respect, caring and understanding. And though he
would never love her or her Mistress in the way or with the deep
resonating blend that he loved his wife, still he knew that they could
not be closer if they occupied the same skin.

Suddenly there was a crash from the kitchen, followed by the light
tinkling of glass shards dancing over the floor.

"CRAP!!! CRAP CRAP!! FUCK!!" Donnas voice was loud and sharp.

Ralph and Melissa exchanged a quick look and smile, even as Melissa
rose and moved gracefully toward the kitchen door.

"Donna" Ralph called out, his voice carrying but level and calm,
"please come in here."

A moment later she appeared in the doorway, just as Melissa arrived
there. While Donnas expression and aura was screaming with how
frazzled she felt, she was her lovely self, once more decked out in
the dark, leather corset and boots she'd been wearing when he first
laid eyes on her that infinity of a week before. Melissa leaned to
give her a warm, soothing hug even as Ralph extended a hand toward
her.

"Come" he said, calmly. 

Donna heaved a sigh of exasperation, gave Melissa a peck on the cheek
and moved toward Ralph, reaching to take his hand. Melissa smiled back
at them for a moment, then went on into the kitchen to see about the
mess her Mistress had, in her anxiety, created. Ralph patted the couch
beside him and Donna flopped into it, leaning back and sighing once
more.

"I'm sorry" she said, her lips in a pout "I broke a dish."

He smiled warmly at her. "I heard. It doesn't matter. Are you all
right?"

"Oh" she sighed "I don't know."

Ralph shifted to face her, focusing on her.

"What's wrong. Tell me" he said, calmly.

She rolled her head to look at him, rolled it back to stare straight
ahead for a long thoughtful moment, then once more faced him.

"I don't want him to win, that's all."

Ralphs eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Win what?"

She sighed, her body tensing, head turning away, restless, uncertain,
then fixed to a point somewhere in the space before where she sat.

"Just win" she said finally, quietly, darkly.

Ralph watched her for a long, silent moment, wondering if he should
press, probe for what was troubling her, but decided against it.

"If he's going against you, my dear, I don't see how he could" he said
with a warm smile.

She rolled her head to look at him once more, her gaze probing,
seaching him, then seeming to relax slightly.

"He was my first" she said at last. She let her head return to its
unfocused gaze somewhere in the depths of the room before her as she
continued. "I was Debra, once upon a time. Confused... frightened...
not knowing what was making me have all those dark thoughts, and
feeling guilty for enjoying them... and then I met him. And all that
changed. He... changed me. Showed me things... made me feel things I
never thought I could. But I was lucky. I had someone who cared about
me... who helped me... saved me, in a way. But even though he saved
me, he couldn't... didn't.... oh hell..."

She turned to look at him once more and there was a deep pain in her
eyes.

"He couldn't understand" she said. "And I needed for him to
understand."

She sighed, forcing the pain back and looked away.

"So, after he rescued me, he... well, we both knew it was dead."

"Your husband" Ralph whispered, suddenly understanding. Donna nodded.

"When he left, I didn't have anyone... except for... him. But I knew I
could never go back to..." Her voice trailed off for a moment. "And I
knew by then that I was stronger than he could ever accept as one of
his...." Again her voice died as the thought fled from her. She
sighed. "So since then, he sometimes pulls me back... tries to get me
in his... tries to win. And I don't let him. And since I found
Melissa, he has no power over me, and he knows it and it fascinates
him... those feelings... that love, that strength. And he keeps
looking for it, for himself. But he won't find it. He'll never find
it."

Her eyes grew suddenly cold and steely.

"I won't let him" she said.

Shaking herself from this gathering blackness she turned to Ralph once
more.

"And you won't let him either... will you, my lovely pet. Will you."

Ralph stared at her for a long moment, then a cold smile curled his
lips.

"She's my wife. I love her." he said simply. And he could see her
relax and grow calm within herself, having heard what she needed to
hear.

Melissa stepped into the doorway, the damage having been effeciently
and lovingly correct, and stood watching them, drawing strength from
them and adoring them both.

Suddenly the doorbell clanged, and Donna was rising from the couch.

"I'll get it" she said, moving quickly to the doorway, stopping to nod
Melissa to the couch and squeeze her hands as she passed by. Melissa
moved, gracefully, before where Ralph sat and delicately lifted the
hem of her long dress, sinking down to her knees before him and
assuming a properly submissive posture. Ralph turned to look at her,
surprised and she slipped him a tiny smile and a wink before lowering
her gaze to the floor. They were ready now. As ready as they ever
would be.

Ralph could hear muted voices from the front of the house, indistinct
and low, and moments later he appeared in the doorway. Ralph looked at
him, neutral and at peace, but seeing him now from a different
perspective than the last time he'd laid eyes on him. There was no awe
now, no sense of mystery about the man. Merely a rival, and one with
distinct and visible flaws.

The man paused in the doorway and his gaze flickered over to Melissa,
his eyebrows raising.

"Well, well" he said quietly, appreciation in his tone before he fixed
his eyes on Ralph. "Yours?"

"Let's just say" Ralph replied quietly, calmly "not yours and leave it
at that."

For a moment the man was silent, as if startled by what he'd heard,
but then he allowed the smile to spread over his lips and nodded,
sagely.

"As you wish" he said. "Well, here's something that is mine" he said
coolly and stepped into the room, moving for the chair that he had sat
in once before. Ralph watched him go a moment then turned his gaze to
the doorway as Debra stepped through it, Donna behind her.

She was naked, her ankles wrapped in the leather cuffs, her hands
obviously linked in their own cuffs behind her back. Around her neck
she wore the wide, black collar. From each of her pierced nipples hung
a heavy crystal that bobbed and tugged on them with every slow step. A
flick of his gaze downward and Ralph could see the rings through the
piercings on her sex. She looked every inch the slave... the piece of
property, obedient without thought, useful only for what she was
allowed to do, with nothing unique or special about her save for the
color of her hair or perhaps the arrangement of the curves of her
flesh.

She kept her eyes cast downwards, even as the collar forced her head
up and moved to the side of the chair into which he had settled. She
stood, almost distracted, her chest heaving in a series of small sighs
and Ralph knew that, had her hands not been bound behind her, they
would have been figiting in discomfort. There was a moments silence as
Ralph peered into her face and saw a resignation there, flat and
grey... there was no joy, no pride, nothing of the spark of her. It
was as if she had locked a part of herself away somewhere and what was
left was colorless and dull.

The man stared at Ralph for a long moment, his eyes fixed tightly on
him as if attempting to assert something, some strength that Ralph no
longer was impressed by. Then, for an instant, he seemed to realize
something and tossed a glance up at Debra, in spite of himself,
quickly catching himself and recovering.

"What are you doing up there" he said, evenly.

Debra jolted, ever so slightly, as if pulled from her own thoughts and
quickly lowered herself to her knees beside the chair. The man turned
back to Ralph and smiled, cruelly.

"So" he said at last "here we all are."

He turned to look at Donna, now leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed
and tense.

"Did you enjoy yourself this week, my dear" he asked smoothly, turning
his gaze back to Ralph. "I certainly did."

He reached out a hand and laid it on the back of Debras neck, kneading
it gently.

"And so did she, didn't you, slave."

Debra nodded slightly, the barest whisper of a sound eeking from her
lips.

"Louder" the man said. "Let them hear you."

"Yes Master" she said, her voice choking and hoarse.

"But why, my little slut. Why did you enjoy it."

"Because it pleased you, Master" she said, as if repeating a rote
lesson.

"But it pleased you too, didn't it? All the things that were done to
you... all the wonderful things you felt... what was done to... with
your body?"

"Yes Master" she said, her head dipping forward slightly, as if in
shame.

"And you love being fucked, don't you, slut."

"Yes Master."

"You love having your nipples and your ass and your pussy owned and
tormented."

"Yes..." her voice even quieter now.

"And you'll do anything I tell you to, won't you, my little slut."

"Yes" her voice a whisper now.

"Good." There was a black smoothness in his tone now. "Then I want you
to go kneel in front of your husband, spread your slutty little legs,
look him in the eye and tell him all about what's been done to you."

She hesitated, and Ralph could see her tense slightly, her brows knit
slightly.

"Go on" the man said gently but with unmistakable authority and
threat.

Debra rose slowly to her feet, her eyes never leaving a spot on the
floor before her, and moved slowly, hesitation in every step, until
she was before where Ralph sat. She slowly lowered herself to her
knees once more before him, drew in a deep, steadying breath and
slowly lifted her eyes until the fixed on his own.

Ralph could see the pain in her, the shame and humiliation and his
heart surged, almost leaping in fury at her discomfort. But he kept
his gaze neutral, soft and open. She seemed to probe him, a distant
desperation somewhere deep in her eyes.

"I can't hear you, slut" the man said quietly but firmly.

"Sir, I - " she burst, automatically, but then paused as if to gather
her thoughts a moment, before continuing.

"I was fucked by my Master" she said, her voice turning tense and
breathless. "He possessed my ass and my pussy and my mouth with his
cock and tongue. He leant me to others... his friends... and they
fucked me as well. They had contests, who could make me cum the most.
He -" She hesitated, the shame welling up, her voice beginning to
tremble, her eyes now pleading, screaming, begging and desperate.
Ralph struggled to keep his own expression neutral, but he could feel
her agony and shared it.

"He tied me up and whipped me and fucked me and fisted me, oh God, it
makes me wet to just say it, and changed my body, put his marks on me
and in me and made me cum, Oh God, I need to cum so badly, all the
time, I'm wet all the time and I can't stand it, not cumming, I need
it so badly... so badly..."

"And you love it, don't you, slut" the man said, triumph in his voice.

"Yes Master" she said, her voice sharp and desparate. "Yes, I love it
so much, oh my God..."

Donna could feel herself tensing, understanding the torment Debra was
feeling and hoping silently that Ralph had within him her salvation.

"And if I told you now that you were to ask for a divorce from your
husband, leave him and never see him again, you'd do it, wouldn't you,
little slut."

"I - " Debra choked, her eyes locked onto Ralphs, screaming silently,
mouth open but the words swallowed deep in her throat.

"Say it" the man said. It was an order.

"I - " The tears boiled up in Debras eyes and she gasped, her mind a
turmoil as she looked at the man who loved her, who cherished her soul
and her heart and whom she suddenly saw she had hurt and betrayed and
caused such pain. She began to tremble, unable to face him yet knowing
that to turn away would kill the last part of her that was worth
loving and having and made her of any value to herself.. the final
remaining shreds of her spirit now reaching toward him.

Ralph raised a hand and laid it on her cheek, gently wiping the tear
that tumbled from her eye with his thumb.... and smiled, his love
flooding over her.

"I love you" he whispered, and it was joyous and open and
unaccusing... unconditional and without let or hinderance, full of
forgiveness and admiration for what she was, what she always would be
to him.

Debras eyes slid closed and she began to sob, silently, her tears
coursing down over his gentle, loving hand.

"Slut" the man said, his tone now deeply threatening despite its
quiet.

"Donna" Ralph said suddenly, his own voice even, his eyes turned to
fix on where the man sat, his fingers laced tensely before himself
"what would you say about someone who uses threats and anger and
coersion to get their way, especially sexually. What would you say
about someone like that."

Donna smiled, fixing her own cool gaze on the man.

"I'd say he was an asshole" she said, smoothly. "In fact, he might
even be a criminal. There are laws about those kinds of things. If
anyone ever wanted to have him investigated, look in to some of his
activites... start asking his associates about things... it might make
a lot of people uncomfortable."

Ralph watched the man stiffen, tensing as if about to leap up and
strike out, but then he slowly relaxed, a sense of neutral observation
radiating from him. Ralph turned back to look at Debra.

"Debra..." he said, quietly. "Look at me."

She slowly raised her eyes to his, and he could see them glistening
with fear and pain.

"What you did" Ralph said quietly, even "hurt me very much. That you
could feel such things and never tell me... never feel like you could
tell me hurt very badly."

She closed her eyes and started to lower her head but his hand gently
took her chin and raised it once more.

"What we used to have" he said evenly "is gone now."

She clenched her eyes and the tears coursed down her face as he
continued quietly.

"It's dead. What you did.... what we've done... has killed it. And
it's never coming back. But maybe...." He paused, groping for the
words momentarily before finding his voice once more. "...maybe it
wasn't supposed to last. Maybe that kind of innoscence is supposed to
die eventually. That first love. Maybe wisdom kills it... or life...
or just time. I don't know."

He sighed and continued.

"I love you, Debra. I always have and I always will. And I do
understand you... maybe better than you do yourself. There's nothing
you need or want that I can't give you. I know that now."

He looked over at Donna.

"I've learned that."

He looked back at his trembling, delicate, wife enduring her
punishment on her knees at his feet.

"But you have to want to recieve it from me. You have to reach out to
me, and trust me... trust in me. My love... my protection... my
respect for who you are. And you must promise me, a sacred vow... that
this will never happen again. That you will never hide from me, or
shut me out or keep yourself from me as you have. Because I can't live
like that. Not any more. You have to want me as I have always wanted
you. It has to be your choice. Just as it has always been... you have
to decide... what do you want."

The man stared coldly at them, measuring, judging, weighing them from
some sterile place where all that he had just heard were merely words.

"Bravo" he said quietly. "So, slut... what's it to be. Do you want
what I can give you... the pleasure I can make you feel... drown you
in.... or.... this." He cast his eyes around the room, a hint of a
snear in his lips, before turning back to her, to wait in silence.

Debra drew in a deep breath and heaved a sigh that sprinkled her tears
onto the floor before her.

"I'm so tired" she whispered, her body slumping slightly, head
sagging, as if in defeat.

"What do you want, Debra" Ralph repeated quietly.

"Home" she whispered. "I want to come home."

Ralph nodded and reached for the collar, quickly unbuckling it, even
as Donna, a triumphant snear on her lips, strolled from the doorway,
knelt behind Debra and began to undo the restraints. Quickly they came
free of her body which sagged against Ralphs enfolding arms. He
reached to gently stroke her hair, a pair of sinners nestled together,
enduring a shared hurt and relief at the ending of a nightmare, and a
mutual awakening.

Donna rose, stopped in front of where the man sat, raised the
restraints and turned her hand over to examine them.

"Still using the same ones, I see" she said, coolly. "Too bad you can
never keep them filled."

She flipped them casually, allowing them to tumble into his lap. She
turned to where Melissa knelt, unmoving.

"Pet?" she said quietly.

Melissa rose and turned to face her, regal yet respectful.

"Yes, Miss?"

"Take our things to the car, would you, love?"

Melissa moved smoothly across the room, scooped up the already packed
and waiting canvas bag, fitted the long strap over her shoulder and
turned to where Ralph sat, cradling Debra.

"Good bye, Sir. I hope I see you soon again."

Ralph smiled, blinking back his own tears and nodded. Melissa moved
from the room. Donna gazed down at Ralph, feeling the pride and
happiness well up in her, then moved to kneel beside the couple.

"You going to be all right?" she asked quietly.

Ralph looked at her, the smile now wan yet hopeful.

"I'll let you know" he choked.

Donna nodded, leaned to kiss his cheek chastely and rose turning back
to where the man was gathering the now abandoned restraints in his
hands.

"I'll see you out" she said. "It's the least I can do."

The man looked at her, his expression containing just the hint of
suspicion, but then he nodded and rose, turning as if to speak to
Debra. Donnas hand shot out and fixed on his elbow, causing him to
turn back to her, for once genuinely startled. Slowly, with an
unspoken threat, she shook her head. The man stiffened, afronted, the
color beginning to rise in his cheeks, but then it quickly passed and
he relaxed, his shoulders moving in the barest of shrugs, the limit of
his expressions of human feeling, turned and moved from the room.

"Good bye, slut" he said, just before passing through the doorway, but
it was is if he had not spoken. Ralph sat, his arms around his wife,
cradling her between his legs and gently stroking her hair.

Outside Donna closed the front door behind them as the man stopped and
turned to her.

"Why do I keep allowing you to interfere" he said, his voice twinged
with genuine wonder. "I should just cut you out and be done with all
your meddling."

She turned to him, glowing, smiling, savoring.

"Oh, you'll never do that. What fun would it be for you? Besides, you
need me."

"You think so" he said, his voice suddenly cold.

"Absolutely" she said. "I'm the only thing that keeps your soul from
dying. And I'm the only real friend you've got."

He stared at her, measuring her, then sighed.

"Well" he said, the merest touch of petulance in his tone "you needn't
look so happy about it. For a moment there... I honestly thought she
might be the one..."

Donna erupted in a barking laugh.

"Oh please..." she said.

"What" he said, turning cold once more "is so funny."

"You" she replied. "You're funny. You are the most callous, ruthless,
selfish, petty son of a bitch I've ever met in my life."

"And that amuses you?" he asked, evenly.

"No. What amuses me is knowing you'll always be a lonely son of a
bitch. Because it's what you deserve."

He sighed and nodded slowly, conceding the set, the game and the
match... this time. Then he gathered himself and walked slowly toward
where their cars were parked in the driveway.

"I'm having a party on Thursday. Are you coming?"

She smiled, wide and mellow and rich with satisfaction.

"Darling.. I wouldn't miss it for the world..."


Debra slept late that night and on into Sunday. Ralph tucked her in,
after carefully removing and tossing the jewels that adorned her body
into the trash. They did not please him. He would have to see about
the tattoo, but that was for later. For now she needed to rest and
peace and all of the attention he ached to provide her. It would be a
long time before her body was once again worked and driven and made to
respond with flaring fires of lust and heat, but when was, he would do
it himself, and it would be done with love and then she would see what
lay beyond the place her flesh could take her. The place he longed to
share with her.

On Monday they rose and dressed, went out into the world. They bought
groceries, and went for a long walk. They held hands, and smiled shyly
at one another... and laughed... and nudged, playfully... and
talked... and cried... and held... and slowly, step by delicate, eager
step... began, once more, to fall in love.

END



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