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Continued from part 2

"Oh.  I forgot to take off your clothes!" I slapped my head
and smiled evilly, "I guess we'll have to do it the other
way."  I pulled out a knife from my belt.  "But not yet."

By now, she was struggling wildly against her chains (and
couldn't budge more than an inch in any direction) and
screaming through her gag.  The screaming became even louder
as I gentely ran my fingers through her soft, brown, long
hair.

"Mary, your hair is so sweet.  I love its smell."  I did smell
it as I gently kissed her hair.  She flinched from me.  At
least she could move her head.  She needed some manner of
freedom, even if it wasn't much.

"Mary, I think that your clothes make you look beautiful, but
you would look even more beautiful without them."  I gently
touched her elbows with my hands, looking directly into her
eyes, and I ran them softly, slowly down her arms.  Her head
froze as I ran them down her arms, and reached her armpits. 
Through her shirt, I could feel the straps of her bra.  I
followed them to her breasts, where I began to gently explore
them with my fingers.

"In all this time," I whispered, "I have never had the
opportunity to love a woman.  You are my first.  You should
feel a great stirring of emotion in your heart.  I do.  Feel
flattered, because today, someone notices you, and wants you."

She didn't scream as I kneaded her breasts a little, and felt
a little hardness in the nipples.  Through her nose, she was
breathing very hard.

When I picked up the knife again, her screams renewed. 
Slowly, I sliced away the shirt, cutting slowly at the seams,
revealing her flesh one tantalizing cut at a time.  After a
few minutes, the shirt was totally cut away, revealing fine-
tuned muscles that rippled in her struggling.

I breathed in awe.  "You are truly beautiful!" I ran my hands
up the side of her chest, from kidney to armpit, kissing the
side of her neck, moaning.  "But this is not enough.  There is
even more beauty here."

The bra was the next to go.  With a snip here and there, her
breasts fell free.  I weighed them in my hands, sighing in
ecstasy as I gently rubbed and squeezed them, kissing her
tear-filled eyes.  Her face was shuddering with strained fear.
"You have no idea how much pleasure you're giving me, and I
have only just begun to take you."

I looked into her eyes.  "I wish I could ungag you and hear
your screams, but you understand, we can't be alerting the
neighbors?"

By now, she was resigned to the fact that she had no will or
freedom.  But that in no way lessened the fear she felt.  Or
the hope.

Her shorts were the next to go, then her panties.  I was
getting impatient, so I cut them both away at once, and
finished off with her socks and shoes.  "You will no longer
wear anything on your feet," I commanded her.  "Those with
free will wear shoes.   You are mine, and I control you.  That
will symbolize your submission to me."

Moaning.  Violent moaning.

"What I am about to do will symbolize your pleasure at what I
do to you."

I ran my finger gently across the folds of her cunt, feeling
the dry skin.  Gently, I pushed it inside, enjoying her
struggling.  "What's the matter?  It's only flesh.  It's only
a finger.  Why are you scared of a finger?  What is it about
sex that scares you so much?  I can't stop thinking about it. 
The idea of fucking you makes me hard.  Are you trying to tell
me that sex is somehow distasteful to you?  Why would pleasure
be distasteful?"

She stared in defiance at me.

"You won't feel such defiance after I'm done.  I think it's
time to take a shower."

The shower had a very special setup that I was quite proud of. 
Not just because of the ingenuity of my work, but the fact
that nobody knew work had even been done.  A pulley was set up
so that Mary would ride in a very special swing.  She saw the
swing and didn't note its significance.

"These are the chains that you will wear for the rest of your
life.  They are the chains of submission.  When you are not
obeying my direct will, you will return here.  In time, you
will feel such pleasure and bliss, your legs spread in
longing, your breasts begging to be touched, and your mouth
begging for pleasure.  When I bring you to these chains,
you'll thank me and wait in anticipation for the moment."

If she could speak, I knew that she would be telling me that I
was full of shit.  That it would never happen.  I was curious
to see what she would say at the point.  "I'll remove your gag
now.  Swear to me that you love me and will obey my every
desire, and I'll let you get in the swing yourself."  I took
out the gag.

Immedately, she was sobbing, almost choking, "You're a
monster!  You can't get away with this!  They'll find out
about us soon enough!"

I laughed, "You don't listen well!  Frank is convinced that
it's someone else who is doing the work.  You know what?  He's
right!"

I left her to ponder that statement while I slammed the gag
back in her mouth and pulled out a whip.  It wasn't designed
to cut or rip flesh: it bruised and pummeled.  If I wanted to
cause pain and suffering, I would have used the normal whip. 
No... I wanted to quickly knock her out while installing fear
and thoughts of submission into her soul.

When Mary opened up her eyes, I could tell that she was
totally exhausted.  It was the heat that had first made her
open up her eyes, I'm sure.  The shower was blasting her with
hot water.  Not deadly heat, but enough to make her feel
uncomfortable.  

She hung in the harness that she had seen earlier, streams of
water coming from nine different directions, almost shrouding
her vision the same way being in a waterfall might.

Her arms were crossed so that her hands couldn't move anywhere
but from her breasts.  All she could do was open and close her
hands, but the arms couldn't move.  Her legs were spread out
straight in a 'v,' for easy access to her cunt and asshole,
which were both exposed.

The gag was removed, but in its place was a collar that put an
uncomfortable pressure on her throat without cutting off
circulation.  Though she could speak, it would never be above
the volume of a painful moan.  I could have used the collar
earlier, but I wanted to slowly break her into this.

Though she was not in bliss, and fear coursed through her
veins, I was in bliss.  I stood naked in the shower, feeling
my dick grow hard at the sight, knowing what was about to
happen.

Mary looked at me.  "No!  Please!  I'll do anything!"

I shook my head.  "I am taking what is mine.  All these years,
you women denied me the love that I needed.  Well, I'm taking
it now, whether you want it or not." 

She cringed at my smile as I spread her cunt lips apart with
my fingers, "You have nothing to worry about!"

"No!" she moaned as I slowly pushed my dick into her cunt
without any more preliminaries.  "No!  Aaaa!"

"Mmmm!" I moaned as the sensations of a first fuck threatened
to overwhelm me.  "It feels so goood!  Admit it!  You love it
too!"

I moved her back and forth, the swing doing the rest of the
work.  Though she was crying and pleading for me to stop, I
could feel her shudders of pleasure, and hear her panting.  

Slam.  Slam.  Slam.  She moved back and forth across the whole
length of my dick, the water from the shower keeping it slick,
not that it helped much.  It felt like I was trying to cram my
dick through something half its size.

Mary had been crying off and on, but the choking sobs returned
as I started to slam in my dick even harder, the swing not
bringing her back fast enough.  I used my hips to push her
back.  She didn't move as far back now, but it was a hell of a
lot faster.

Her screams were strained, and then stopped as she panted
breathlessly.  Then she threatened to choke herself with her
own sobs.

What had I done to upset her so?  All I was doing was righting
the balance, and taking what was rightfully mine.

                                   **

I closed the bathroom door, hearing Mary's soft and repeating
moans coming from behind that door.  Her next few hours would
be an experience beyond her wildest imaginings.  Whether it
was pain beyond pain or pleasure beyond pleasure would be up
to her.

It was time for me to attend to John, who was staring at me
with a mixture of exhaustion and fear.  Hatred too.  He saw
that I was wet and naked, and he came to the obvious
conclusion, which I couldn't say was too wrong.

"John.  You are to be a sacrifice to my own pain.  There's an
imbalance.  I've suffered too much pain without pleasure, and
you're going to offset it.  I don't know what god or demon
will answer, but I know that this will right the balance."

I opened a briefcase, showing him the assorted tools of
torture.  "This will be your fate.  Do not mistake me.  Sooner
or later, you will die, and die painfully.  Tell me this.  Do
you want to die now or later?  If you want to die later, just
nod your head.  You can do that still."

He knew that I meant business, and was nodding, screaming
through his gag.

I smiled, "Good.  I thought we might play a little."  I wasn't
gay, and I certainly didn't find this man, or any man,
sexually attractive, but I could feel my dick getting hard
again.

I ripped down his pants and began to massage his dick,
watching it get hard.  It was odd how much he was aroused,
despite his own fear.  Was he gay, or was it is body's
unconscious attempt to stay alive by not fighting my wishes?

Did he think I was going to suck his dick?  He found out that
wasn't so.  I pulled out a knife and cut off his dick,
watching the blood spurt out like a fountain.

"There's a balance in the world," I said softly as his eyes
finally closed.  "The balance is restored for the moment."

The blood would be easy enough to clean up.  Just a hose and a
few runs with some detergents, and not even a chemical sweep
would find blood.  A little more work, and I'd dispose of the
body so thoroughly that not even bones would be found.

                                  ***

I looked in the mirror for the first time in weeks, and saw
two men standing together.  I saw myself, and I saw the
shadow-man that the eyewitnesses had seen.  As I examined the
two faces, neither of which I directly faced in the mirror, I
could see that they were both me.

On the right side, I saw the self that I had always seen.  He
was happy and healthy.  The good side of me who knew that he
could be his good self because of the other man who stood just
to his left.

The man on the left was happy as well, but he had a roughened,
sinister quality to him.  Shadowy.

Perhaps I wasn't clouding the minds of the eyewitnesses, as I
had speculated.  Perhaps these were both the real me,
something that had always been there, but I had not seen until
now.  

Something changed in the mirror.  The man on the left moved a
little more, until I directly faced the man on the right.

Continued in part 4.