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This is a work of fiction for the entertainment of adults in locations
where it is legal. If you ain't suppose to read it, Don't.   

Except for archiving at free locations, may not be used without the
permission of the copyright holder.

Copyright 1998 by EzRiter 

E-mail address:  ezriter@hotmail.com   Comments (positive or negative)
are welcome.


LONELINESS

The cage was 25 feet by 20 feet, enclosed on all four sides and the
top by high quality chain link fencing, anchored in concrete by posts.
The entire fence went down four feet below ground level to solid rock.
A small shed of two hundred square feet occupied a corner to serve as
her home, providing protection from wind and weather.   She had a
refrigerator, a stove, a toilet to a septic tank, and, a pump to bring
water up from the well.  There was a single mattress.  I provided a
stationery bicycle and weights for exercise.   She had a monitor and
VCR to play the tapes I left her.  She had the sun, and the moon, and
the birds, and the insects which might fly into her space, to keep her
company. 

Several things were missing, things she would have wanted. There was
no telephone, no lights, no computer, no mirror to watch herself, no
makeup, no clothes to wear, no sharp objects or razors, no ropes, no
radio or TV.  Most importantly, there was no exit.

It had been fifty-five days since I last saw her.  This was my third
visit to her in the 120 days since I put Cathy in the cage.

I followed the small trail, moving the devices to hide the entrance
and carefully replacing them. The location had been carefully selected
in a box canyon deep in the rugged hills of west Texas due north of
Big Bend National Park.  It was desolate country, never visited by
humans, so desolate it was not even on the route of the illegal
immigrants coming across the Rio Grande.  The chances of someone
finding her were extremely remote.   But, I had it well hidden. 

I could see the cage now, as I quietly walked to it.  Cathy was lying
under the awning attached to the shed. She appeared to be asleep.  I
stood at the gate watching her.  Even now, I found her so sexually
appealing... so beautiful... my cock was standing at attention, my
heart beating rapidly, from wanting her.   

She rolled over on the bed, her lush breasts falling with gravity.
Her eyes opened, blinking rapidly, as if she could not believe she was
actually seeing me.  I felt sure her eyes had tricked her into seeing
someone a thousand times since there was really someone to see.
Slowly, she stood and lumbered towards me.  The first time I came to
see her, she had screamed and threatened me, berating me as she always
had since that day I first caught her with Jeff.  Now, she said
nothing as she stood on the opposite side of the chain fence staring
at me. Her face looked different, as if her intelligence was
diminished.  She stuck her fingers through the chain link, trying to
touch me but failing.

"Did you come to let me out?" she asked, her voice low and neutral.

"No. I came to replenish your supplies and give you two more tapes to
watch."

"How long are you going to keep me here?"

"The rest of your life."

"Please, David," she whimpered.  "Let me go.  I have been punished
enough.  Give me papers to sign.  I will admit what I did and ask for
nothing in our divorce. Just let me go home."

I said nothing.  "David, talk to me! Tell me why you are doing this?"
Again, I said nothing. 

"You are demented, David. Someone will find me!  I know Jeff is
looking for me now."

"What did you see in Jeff?  I mean, why did you fuck him so openly and
sluttishly when we were just married? You knew I loved you
desperately."

"I told you. Jeff had a big cock and I liked fucking him. I can not
explain it. He just turned me on."

"Yes, you told me you would fuck Jeff any time you wanted to... but,
you did not tell me until the second day of our honeymoon when I
returned to find him in my bed with his cock in your mouth."  She did
not even blush, but, that did not surprise me.  She had never shown
remorse at her adultery with Jeff or with the other three men she
fucked in our bed... the big king-sized bed I bought for us.  She
shrugged.

"He treated you like a slut when I treated you like a queen."

"Well, I am a slut.  I told you that.  Now, listen!  I will tell you
again!  I married you for money and social standing.  I fucked Jeff
and the others for sheer joy! I love Jeff more than I love you.   And,
he loves me."

Her eyes were bright, hot, burning points of intensity. Her jaw was
set as she crossed her arms under her lush breasts, planted her feet
apart and glared at me.

"I know he is looking for me.  Jeff will find me. Then, I am sure he
will kill you! He is a lot more macho than you are, my beloved
husband."  She spat the words at me as if they tasted bad in her
mouth. 

"Why not just marry him?"

"I wanted your money. I wanted the good life, the social prominence!
Can't you understand that?"

"Did you ever think of what I wanted?"

"Who cares what you want, what you need, you pathetic asshole!" 

"I try to think of your needs, darling Cathy.  For example, I know you
loved Jeff's cock."

I held up the laboratory bottle.

"Here it is, preserved forever for you in formaldehyde.  I cut it off
him when I killed him...  before I killed him actually.  It seemed to
pain him when I removed it."

"Oh, God, noooooo!" she sobbed, falling to her knees. She was shaking
as she cried tears over her lost lover.  I would have done anytime if
she once had shed a tear for me.  I enjoyed her pathetic sobbing and
allowed her to continue. But, it was then time to work.

"Put your hand through the fence."

She complied, sticking her arm through the small hole. I handcuffed
her to the fence, preventing her interference with me. She sobbed
pathetically as I opened the gate and began unloading supplies. I did
not want her to die of starvation.  I wanted her to live...  well, to
exist... forever.  She spoke frequently as I unloaded, checked the
equipment, made a few minor repairs to her little nest.  I ignored
her.

"Anything I need to know?" I asked. She shook her head 'no'.   "I
checked the infrastructure. You will be fine for two more months.  I
left you two new tapes to watch.  I know you will enjoy them.  One is
me with my new girlfriend.  Notice how happy she is being with me, how
eagerly she takes my cock, how loving she is."

Cathy just stared at me blankly.  

"The other is Jeff... begging me not to hurt him, screaming as I
castrated him and cut off his cock... dying.  I know you will enjoy
it, Cathy.  I enjoyed watching it almost as much as I enjoyed making
it."

She shook her head, as if trying to clear it of irrationalities so
great they were inconceivable.

"Why are you doing this to me? Why, David? Why!!"

"Think about it, slut! Think about something other than your own cunt
for a change!"

I stared at her, feeling the anger rise, the hatred boil from deep in
me to overflow in emotions I could not control.

"How often did I wait for you to come home when you were out with Jeff
or someone else? How many men did you fuck besides me? How many times
were you gone, only to come home with another man's cum dripping from
your sluttish cunt?

How many times did I beg you to stay with me... to hold me... to touch
me?  Even when I was in the hospital from the car wreck, you left me
in the emergency room to go fuck Jeff.   You did not even stay around
to see if I would live! You never came to the hospital to see me.  How
deep was the loneliness I suffered, the feeling of abandonment? 

There is NOTHING like loneliness... NOTHING as horrible, as
debilitating, as LONELINESS. It will drive you mad.

And, no one is as LONELY as an abandoned spouse... a spouse left to
wait ALONE in the dark while their love is out fucking someone else."

She shook her head as if trying to comprehend what was happening.  I
locked the gate, then, released the handcuff. Smiling evilly, I turned
to leave.

"David, please... don't."   She scrambled to her feet.  "Fuck me!
Aren't you even going to fuck me? You did that the last time you were
here. I would like you to do it this time.  I will be eager to take
you. I miss the touch, the physical presence.  Please, fuck me,
David."

"No, thanks. I have someone new now, someone I think loves me. But,
who knows. I thought you loved me."

"Then, hit me!  Beat me! Anything! But, for god's sake, please...
touch me!"

I smiled, not moving as I watched her.  I turned to walk away again.

"Please, David, don't leave me!! I will do anything! Just DON'T LEAVE
ME! You are right! I can not stand the loneliness! The loneliness is
unbearable... inhuman.  The LONELINESS is driving me MAD!!" 

"I understand, Cathy.  It drove me mad, too."



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