For whom the bell tolls: a darker tale...for one female

For whom the Bell Tolls…It Tolls for thee
By The gladiator and –

(Currently seeking one female to play any and all female roles that might come up in this thread. Feel free to PM for details The thread will have darker tones, and may incorperate flashbacks. Please feel free to join if you findinterest, and can post more than one line. Thank you and Enjoy reading
The Gladiator)

IC

Twenty-one-year-oldKyle kept his eyes on the ground and wiped delicately at the blood flowing freely from his nose. An injury courtacy of his father who was still cursing and swearing at his son. “Dad, it was only a C… it was a difficult class.” Kyle said softly trying to salvage his father’s wrath from getting even more out of control.
“Don’t you talk back to me boy.” And his smack made Kyle’s head ring and him to painfully bite his tongue. Still he made no complaint, knowing it would only make the situation worse. Kyle’s Downcast green eyes swept the room, looking for an ally. He didn’t expec to find one, afterall the only one in the room besides his father was Lilly, his Step mother, and Kyle suspected that Lilly hated him on principle. He was surprised to see that she actually had her hand over her mouth. Kyle guessed this was the worst she’d seen his father do to him. Kyle considered it nothing compared to past events. Hhe knew Lilly’s apparent shock wouldn’t spirr her to action. He had seen his father Hit her before, she obviously realized at this point interfearing would only bring his wrath down on her.
After enduring the lecturing and cursing of hs father over his latest Biology exam in college, Kyle was allowed to go. He made his way to his bedroom, where he could be alone, and could try to stop the bleeding of his nose. “At least its not broken.” He murmered softly to himself.
He had been in his room for only a little bit when there was a knock on his door. Figuring it was his father coming to belittle him some more, and he called, “Yes Sir, come in?” and was surprised to see Lilly standing in the doorway, which surprised him, he didn’t recall her ever coming to his room before. For a second the image of her standig in the doorway flashed to a picture in his mind of his mother standing there, but when he blinked it wasn’t his mother, it was Lilly his step mother. His mother was not there to start in on him after his father had finished as years ago. He gulped, “C… can I help you?” Kyle stammered not knowing what to say to lilly.

A soft sigh passed Lilly's lips as she stood outside the door of Kyle's room. Her soft blue eyes were downcast and while she appeared to be staring at her small dainty feet, she was really looking deep into her thoughts. It wasn't until tonight she realized how bad Kyle really had it. She had only dealt Roger what...a few months maybe? It had been less than a two years they had spent together and less than a year he started to hit her. In the beginning he was sweet, but then she decided they all were that way. They seemed like the nicest guys in the world until they realized they hooked ya. Reeling in had to be the easiest part for them and the worst for her. Men could be such sniveling cowards, hitting a women to make themselves feel better, but she knew she couldn't do anything but take it. She was of a smaller build, maybe 5'4 at most and she had the build of a gymnast. Well she had been for quite a while until she got involved with the wrong guy...another abusive type. The type that broke her wrist so badly it was impossible for her to compete ever again.

Biting her lip she felt a tinge of bitterness sweep through her. How could men be such...animals?? Her blue eyes glanced at at Kyle's door...before knocking gently. It was probably a mistake, but after watching his father tattoo the poor kid's face, she felt bad. Even though they hadn't know each other long, lily had always given him a hard time. What was the saying? Like father, like son and god did he resemble his father. A much younger version though and with eyes...the most gorgeous green eyes she'd ever seen. But that wasn't the point. The point was, he was probably just as violent as his old man and she had to take her frustration out on right? She'd thought so...but now, she just felt guilty. “Yes Sir, come in?” “C… can I help you?”

She opened the door slowly and rubbed her arm gently as she stood in the door way. For a moment she was quiet, unsure of what really to say to him.It was an awkward situation on both ends.With a bite of her lip, she stepped in further, shutting the door gently behind her before moving to sit at the end of his bed. "Are you alright? I uh...figured I should check in on you. It's not broken is it?" she started softly, rubbing her arm instinctively, unconsciously hiding the bruises she had received from one of his father's previous tantrum earlier in the day.

He shrugged, and took a deep breath, relaxing. She wasn't his mother, she was different. Yes she hated him, but she wasn't as perverse as all that, was she? Oh his mother had seemed nice at first comforting him, before she would change. Accusing him of staring at her breasts or something, and call him her little Mommy wanting bastard son, just like his father." she would say and then.. tthen.. He gulped putting the memories back where they belonged in the past. "N. no, its not broken." Kyle said shrugging again, "It'll be ok." he said softly meeting her gaze for a moment before he tilted his head back again pressing his fingers to his nose in such a way to help stop the blood flow. He was obviously well used to doing such things. "Th thank you for checking on me." he finally said softly his green eyes looking anywhere but at her. His hair a rich dark chocolate brown, that he kept short, easier to deal with. Or so he said. He was about 5'10" almost his father's height but lacking his father's muscle mass. Some of which his father had acumulated in prison, weight lifting. He didn't quite know what to say to Lilly. He didn't think she'd ever come to his room, and never for this long. What did she really want?

"N. no, its not broken." "It'll be ok." "Th thank you for checking on me."

Silently Lily wondered if he was always so timid. She had only seen him around the house with his father and that was only in passing. He didn't stick around the house much, but she definitely didn't blame him. Poor thing...he's as timid as a deer. she sighed softly to herself she watched him avoid her gaze. The longer she sat, the guiltier she felt and a hand moved up to twirl her strawberry red locks about her finger. It was a nervous tick of sorts...she wasn't sure what to say. "It's...no problem," She urged herself to say more. "Look I...I'm sorry for well..." her hand dropped to her lap and the thirty yr old women humbled herself a little.

"I guess we're in the same boat, yeah?" she said softly, staring at her hands, picking out her nails slightly. "At least you don't have to fuck him..." Or did he? Now that would be a new low for him. Still there was something slightly bitter in her voice other than the obvious vulgarity of it. Her weight shifted, watching him try and stop the flow of blood from his nose. He looked well practiced and so was she, but it wasn't like she went around announcing it. After years of abusive relationships, she was good at hiding her pain and better at taking it out on people like Kyle. "so um...do you need me to get you anything? Ice?" Getting up a little, she slid closer to him, her eyes traveling over him for signs of anymore blood.

"Not him." he muttered before laughing a bit bitterly, "Fortunately, his sexual prefferences don't extend to me, thank god for small favors." he said this last bit muttered. Was she now trying to be his friend? She had made it clear that she wasn't his mother, that he wasn't her child and he was on his own. That had been ok with him. He frankly was tired of mothers. But if she wanted to play kind now he would let her. He tilted back his head and then withdrew the tissue, the blood having stopped. "I think I'll be ok, he didn't break anything this time." he said. "That last hit was my fault, I shouldn't have said anything. Its my fault." he said rubbing the side of his jaw.

[i["Not him." "Fortunately, his sexual prefferences don't extend to me, thank god for small favors."[/i]

An equally bitter laugh escaped Lilly's lips. She wouldn't have been too surprised if he did say that Roger was fucking with him sexually too, though she did wonder what he meant by, Not him. A simple no would have sufficed. Was there someone else torturing him? Tilting her head a little she watched him closely, curiously. Lilly hadn't been the most welcoming step mother, but after two well, one other failed marriage and one 'relationship' that involved other children that made your life hell, you wouldn't be either. At the very least she felt bad for it.Being hardened came with the baggage. "I think I'll be ok, he didn't break anything this time." "That last hit was my fault, I shouldn't have said anything. Its my fault."

A soft frown passed her lips and the older woman shook your head a bit. "Your father's roid rage isn't your fault," she sighed and looked at the floor, though her hand moved to rest on his thigh, rubbing it gently. "Your father's a bastard and I'm a cold hearted bitch. I'm sorry kid,"

He flinched away from her touch afraid she was going to hit him, and then forced himself to relax. He shrugged, "I'm used to it." he said finally. "Was there anything I could do for you?" he asked, hating himself for asking but knowing if she wanted... things, he would go along with it, lest she tell his father he wasn't listening to her. He bent over and hrew the tissue away grabing a bottle of anti-bacterial using it to clean his hands, as if trying to wipe his hands of the beating he'd took.

Guilt was such a powerful thing and yet it wasn't entirely guilt that was driving her to be kind to Kyle. He was a handsome young man and she wasn't that much older...ok 9 yrs was pretty old, but she looked good for her age. His flinch while expected was unexpected. No one had ever flinched under her touch before well, any touch that wasn't getting kicked in the nuts. He really didn't think someone her size could hurt him? She was a bitch but not that big of one. "I'm used to it." "Was there anything I could do for you?"

Gently she shook her head, a genuinely soft expression lining her features as she continued to rub his thigh gently. "I'm not the one that got fucked up tonight kid...I..just wanna help you feel a bit better. I'll admit, I wasn't the...nicest step mother in the beginning, but you don't have to be afraid of me...relax..." with that she slipped behind him, sitting on her knees as her small fingers slipped about his broader shoulders and began to massage gently. "just...relax ok?"

his body was tense as a bowstring as she ran her fingers over his shoulders, and he couldn't help shivering just a little. He tried not to enjoy the feelings. Afraid it would bring punishment. Dammit she wasn't her, but was she like her? "You got fucked up earlier. I can tell." he said softly trying to talk so as to not think of things he was thinking of.

He was resisting, that wasnt hard to see, but she couldn't understand why. No one had ever been this...tense...at her touch. It was usually welcomed especially with her skilled hands coaxing them along. But Kyle was stiff as a board...god he was even shivering. Was he afraid his father would come in? If that was the case, it was more likely her that would be punished. Lilly bit the inside of her cheek at the thought, a surge of pain resulting from the mere thought of it, but it would be worth it to ease whatever guilt she was feeling. Besides, it bothered her to be so...rejected, though she supposed he was letting her try. "You got fucked up earlier. I can tell."

"I did but it was a few minor bruises. nothing i ain't dealt with before," Leaning into him, she grunted a little, pressing a bit more force into his shoulders, trying to loosin them still. "You're way too tense...relax dude...it's just a massage. unless of course...you want me to bring out the big guns?" she whispered softly, a hand sliding around his side and down to his thigh again, this time curving down to the inside of his thigh, squeezing light before returning to his shoulders. "Are you sure I can't help you with anything else? Anything at all?"

He found himself blushing and looking at the ground. It did feel good, her touch. What was she suggesting. He wasn't stupid he caught her inuendo, but why would she. Was she waiting for him to say yes, and then she would change. "I'm sorry." he whispered blushing at his nerves at the way he was acting around her, but could you blame him? And it started, he couldn't stop it, and it hit him. It had been 3 years ago, just after he had turned 18. He had come home from school, and had walked into the house. He hadn't heard or seen his mother so he went to look for her. He didn't find her. He did however trip over one of her high healed shoes, and found he had landed nose to his mother's panties laying on the ground. He had found they had an intriguing aroma, and had lifted them to examine them, finding the spot where they had been soiled by her wetness. He was in the middle of examining them when he had been caught.

{Three years previous}


Kyle looked up from where he knelt on the floor still holding the pair of panties he had found on his mother's floor, his mother's biting words in his still ringing in his ears. "What do you think you are doing you little pervert."
Hefted uncomfortably. "I.. nothing mom," he said lamely, "I just tripped, and found your panties and was going to pick them up and put them in the hamper." he stammered, he was just beginning to explore sexual things like masterbation, being a bit of a late bloomer. He now waited to see if his mother would by his story, suspecting she wouldn't, and she would tell his father and his father would beat him. He looked up and saw the slight sadistic smirk vanish back into the cold glare, before he looked down again waiting his mother's reply.

"Just...tripped?" she repeated mockingly before rolling her eyes. "Complete bullshit," Her cold green eyes stared down at him neiling on the floor. Oh the lessons he needed to be taught. First, proper bullshitting. He was so god awful at lying, just like his father. Just looking at him made her blood boil, for he was almost a spitting image of the man. Well all except for the green emeralds they shared. "Stand up," she command, though a thought crossed her mind. "No. Stay down there. Your father won't be home for another 3 hours and you're not getting away with this. I won't tolerate my son being a pervert..." she spat, looking at him with distaste. "Don't move..." She disappeared into the other room before coming back with a curtain rod.

He knelt on the floor looking at the ground unsure what his mother had planned. What she would do to him. "I'm sorry Mom, I won't do it again." he murmered, konwing he was babbling. He eyed the rod. Even his father didn't hit him with an object, just his fists, what would she do to him.

It was a given she was no where near as strong as her husband or son, so she had to use...alternative methods. Her hand would do nothing but even the flimsiest curtain rod could do wonders. "I'm sorry Mom, I won't do it again." She smirked and nodded, smacking him once against the ass. "Of course you won't. I'll make sure of that...do you like the smell of wet panties, Kyle?" she asked, almost daring him to answer.

"I, I don't know." he stammered, "I'd never smelled them before the smelled interesting." he tried to explain taking the blow on his ass, wishing that he was wearing jean shorts not the gym shorts he'd thrown on this afternoon to go running. He blushed as she asked him that. He found himself trembling just a little but didn't cry out when she struck him with the rod.

"I, I don't know." "I'd never smelled them before the smelled interesting."

"That's not an answer Kyle...yes or no?" she said smacking him on his ass again before stepping in front of him, pulling the underwear away from him before shoving it in his face, the fabric of her used panties rubbing about it. "Do you like it? Better yet, do you know where the smell comes from?" she asked him. Eyes still cold as she circled him.

"Yes, it smells kind of nice." he said blushing, "I would assume it comes from your..." he groped for the right word, "From your womanhood." he finally said lamely not wanting to say pussy or cunt in front of his mother. He didn't pull away as she pushed them into his face, he didn't dare turn away for fear she would hit him harder. So far the smacks just stung, she could easily make them hurt a lot worse. Now, they were almost exciting. Something about the whole situation was making him scared and uncomfortable yes, but somehow he found things just a little exciting.

"Yes, it smells kind of nice." "I would assume it comes from your..." "From your womanhood."

Part of her was actually relieved. At least he wasn't gay. She never saw him with many girls, but then again she didn't see him with many guys either. The kid was a loser. How did she end up with such a loser son? "Good, you arent a complete idiot," she sort of complimented but the praise was gone as she moved on, hitting him with another quick smack. Arms crossing over her chest she looked directly down on him. "Your right..shows your turned on....are you hot right now Kyle? Do you like it when I," Another hit with the flick of her rist. "...hit you,"

"No ma'am." he replied, not knowing how she had known that he was getting excited. "I can see up your skirt though." he said blushing ashamed for having to admit this, and that he had peaked. Maybe he did find it a little exciting what she was doing to him, not because of the pain, but the not knowing what was going to happen next, it made him feel. He didn't really know how it made him feel.

If he was anything like his father, she knew he'd be getting a kick out of all of this. The only difference was, his father liked to inflict the pain rather than receive it. She had bruises and scars to prove it. "No ma'am." "I can see up your skirt though."

A devilish smile passed her lips but quickly disappeared as she looked down at him, positioning herself in front of him. "Is that so?" reaching down, she grabbed his hand and pushed it up under her skirt. She was nicely trimmed, her panties being those that were on the floor. In a way, she was excited too...but not for the same reason he was. Leading his fingers to slide over her lips, she bit her lip, eyes still stern. "Do you like it?" she questioned, knowing he would feel how wet she was becoming.

He blushed, not sure what to say. "Its wet." was all he could think to say not really sure why this excited him and scared him at the same time. He didn't even know that was possible. He had never touched a pussy before, and here his mother was shoving his hand up her skirt, and against her mound.

It was more than obvious Kyle had never done this before. He was always so timid, especially with girls, she should have easily guessed. The woman let out a huff, knowing she'd have to coax him through everything like a tottering baby. Still, at least she'd be the one to 'break' him in and she meant it in everyway possible. "Of course it's wet...now be a good boy and rub it," despite her terms her tone was still just as firm as he began to help his fingers massage her leaking pussy, moaning softly before smacking his ass with the rod again. "Harder."

He obediently began to rub at her pussy stroking and exploring, wishing partially that he wasn't so scared so he could experience this more, but at the same time strangely finding it arousing. "Mom, I thought your being wet meant you were sexually aroused?" he said, He was shy and inexperienced but not stupid. He winced at the blow to his rear once again.

Clenching her teeth a bit, she held in a moan as he started to stroke and pet beneath her skirt. At his comment, she rolled her eyes. Was he really asking? Sliding the rod further south and closer to his chin, she ran it towards the floor towards his crotch and inner thighs, rubbing against it and over his manhood. "are you?" it was a simple question, well, simple enough.

He blushed, "N. no." he managed he really was a bad lyer. He continued to obediently rub her pussy afraid she would sense his lie and use the rod to hit him there, tencing himself for the expected pain.