From wyckoff@ag.arizona.edu Wed Mar 19 23:09:03 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!newsxfer.itd.umich.edu!uunet!in1.uu.net!128.196.139.12!news.Arizona.EDU!ag.arizona.edu!wyckoff From: Hank Wyckoff <wyckoff@ag.arizona.edu> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mr Jeckyl-Hyde (3/4) [m/f, nc, existential, surreal] Date: Wed, 19 Mar 1997 21:09:03 -0700 Organization: The University of Arizona Lines: 264 Message-ID: <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319210651.3146A-100000@ag.arizona.edu> References: <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319205542.2506A-100000@ag.arizona.edu> <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319210251.2911A-100000@ag.arizona.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: ag.arizona.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII In-Reply-To: <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319210251.2911A-100000@ag.arizona.edu> 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.