Eternal Darkness of the Caged Mind (a private story between SirSean & Feliicy452)

[SirSean]

Eternal Darkness of the Caged Mind (a private story between SirSean & Feliiciy452)

The seat was vinyl, torn. For a doctor's office, very little that he could see elicited confidence or trust. The drab decor, the clutter, the general sense of chaos made Sean ill at ease and curious as to Doctor Kelsen's true credentials. The chair creaked loudly as he shifted in it, sounding dangerously close to collapsing.

Beside Sean sat 5 sacks, filled with what appeared to be garage sale detritis: items like small figurines, a DVD edition Trivial Pursuit board game, an inexpensive wristwatch. ACross the table were splayed a myriad of photos, all as drab and unexciting as the room in which Sean sat. These tidbits, this collection of tokens were the last remaining reminders of his ex-fiance. Indeed, detritis from a failed, past life. Reminders of a year spent in turmoil, but more often in a gray, passionless existence.

The story of Sean and Angela could best be described as one of misses: misapprehension, misunderstanding, mistakes. But worst of all, missed commections. There had been love, but it was often clouded by anger or apathy. They exploded at first, then sizzled, finally to simply die in an insignificant puff. It was not a tragic love story, simply a sad one. Pathetic, uninspiring, bland. Sean's eyes began to moisten, blurring his vision.

He would not cry anymore. After tonight, there would be no more tears.

The Doctor cleared his throat, drawing Sean from his internal turmoil, his eternal ennui. 'We can make you forget everything. What has happened will be as if it never had been. The last year of your life will be erased, non-existent, incorporeal. Or.. we can recreate your life this last year, with subtle cues from your psyche, recreate it completely. Either way, the last year will cease to exists as it once did. The choice is yours.'

Sean sat back in his seat, soliciting another creak form the decripit furniture, thinking, considering. He would just as soon forget the last year; forget the torment, the pain, the tears. Part of him wanted ot forever say good-bye to Angela. Yet he knew as he felt these feelings they were lies. He knew Angela would always be a part of him, no matter what and he needed her to help define who he was now. No.. forgetting would not be the answer he sought.

"I want you to recreate my life,' said Sean, 'let my mind roam free. Perhaps I shall have some satisfaction then, some measure of revenge upon her."

"Very well", the doctor said, "as you wish."

 

[Feliiciy452]

Angela looked outside her downtown apartment window. It was a drab and dreary day. She sighed deeply then looked at her watch. It was time to go. For a brief moment she contimplated not going, but she knew she had to. If she was ever going to move on and live a half way decent life she had to go.

She looked down at the small photo she was holding. It was a picture of her with a guy. They were at the beach. She was in a pink and blue bikini that showed off her curvey, tan, 5ft frame. Her red hair in short pigtails. He had his arm around her. She looked at his tall, muscular 6ft body, then focused on his face. He had such a beautiful face. His messy brown hair was always covering his gorgeous brown eyes. He was smiling, Sean was always smiling, at least until.... She felt her eyes well up with tears. She quickly turned around and grabbed a medium sized blue box on her coffee table and shoved the picture in it. She grabbed the box and her coat and headed out the door.

Outside it was pouring. She tightened her black leather jacket around her as she walked to her car. She paused when she reached it, focusing on the huge dent in the drivers side door. The door was almost impossible to open now...the green paint chipping off. She remember the day it happened.

(6 months earlier)

Angela sat in the passanger seat of her small ford escort singing to a song on the radio. The driver side door opened. "Did you get the rum?" She asked excitedly. "Of course" Sean said smiling. "How else can we make your favorite drink?" Angela smiled back at him. "It's going to be a great night." She said as Sean got into the car.

They started to pull out of the parking lot of the liquor store when there was a loud bang and crunching noise. The car jolted to a stop. Angela looked out the rearview mirror. "What the fuck did you do?!" She screamed. She jumped out of the car and ran to the driver side door. Sean had drove into a light pole. The door completely dented in...the mirror dangling from a cord. "I'm sorry. Sean said quietly. "I didn't mean to." Angela glared at him. "You are such a fucking moron! You ruined my car!" Sean apologized again. He was always apologizing. He could never make Angela happy, was always doing something wrong. She had a extremely bad temper. Sean was the opposite. Very meek, wimpy....weak. Their good days were always ruined by Angela's bad temper and his unability to defend himself.

The rain pured down onto Angela as she stood next to her car. Why did she always have to be so mean? Why couldn't she control her temper. She realized she was crying. She quickly wiped the tears from her hazel-green eyes and jumped into her car. She placed the blue box in the passenger seat and looked at it for a moment before she turned forward and started the car.

25 minutes later she was standing in front of the builing. It didn't look like much. In fact, it was falling apart. She thought about not going in. She didn't know what to expect and was scared. She pulled the ad out of her coat pocket that her friend had given her the week before.

"The best way to cure a broken heart is to forget. Call our specialist, Dr. Kelsen for more information. 555-4521"

She looked at it for a few minutes then shoved it back into her pocket. She quickly pushed her red hair away from her face, took a deep breath and walked into the building.

She walked into the waiting room. It was not much better than the exterior of the building. The puke green walls were drab and the paint was peeling. She slowly walked up to the front desk. There was a cute brunette sitting at the desk writing on a small pad of paper. The girl looked up at Angela and smiled.

"Hello, my name is Angela Brendan. I have an appointment with Dr. Keslen for a memory...ummm" she placed the blue box on the counter. "What I mean is....I am here to forget.

 

[SirSean]

The sun felt warm on his face. Spring was coming to upstate New York and the release from the dreary confine of winter was a wonderful counterpoint to what was going to be a great night for him and Angela.

Sean's ears tickled, the echoes of non-existent voices, almost heard in the background, like a dull buzz

He'd moved her from Oklahoma, hoping to start a new life with her. All he'd found was hardship and conflict. His inability to find a job for a month had put an unnecessary strain on his burgeoning relationship. His fiancee and him were very different. They never seemed able to agree on anything, find any common ground. Sean felt he never could do right by her, make her happy. Her anger and frustration confused him. They never seemed to communicate well. He felt emotionally impotent sometimes. Hell, some times he was physically impotent. The last 6 months had been hellish.

But tonight promised something different. They'd seemed to have reached a sort of equilibrium and things seemed to be looking up. Tonight was going to be special, a celebration of sorts. A christening for a renewed life together. Things would work out.

They'd ordered a pizza and decided to get some alcohol on the way. They'd eat some pizza and watch a couple of flicks, get pleasantly drunk and maybe rejuvinate their sex life some. It was always easier to have sex while Angela was drunk. They seemed to have such different tastes sometimes.

He rushed out of the liqour store, bottle of rum and bottle of vodka in hand. Angela was in the car, listening to the radio. Although her music sometimes annoyed him and he disliked being made to always listen to it, her jovial moods and cute singing always made him smile inside. He never could articulate it, but this was one of the things he loved best about her: her free spirit. Getting into the car, he looked at his beautiful fiancee and smiled. "Ready to go?" Sean asked.

"Yep," Angela replied.

Sean started the car, looked behind him, watching Angea out of the corner of his eye, amused by her, and put the car in reverse...

They started to pull out of the parking lot of the liquor store when there was a loud bang and crunching noise. The car jolted to a stop. Angela looked out the rearview mirror. "What the fuck did you do?!" She screamed.

Not again, thought Sean. A perfect evening ruined. My fault, always my fault. I never can do anything right!

The background voices, like a low-grade hum, intensified, almost coalescing into a voice. Sean swore he could hear someone, like from a dream... 'OK... go... good point.. start.'

Angela jumped out of the car and ran to the driver side door. Sean had drove into a light pole. The door completely dented in...the mirror dangling from a cord. "I'm sorry. Sean said quietly. "I didn't mean to."

Sean got out of the car to look at the damage. It was bad, the door dented in, but no permanent damage had been done. Yes it would take some repairs, a paint job and either body work or a new door, but nothing that couldn't be repaired. More importantly, the car was otherwise undamaged. Something to be upset about, but nothing to be raging about. Sean had been careless, but if Angela could calm down, the night need not be ruined.

Sean's head almost jerked back as a white hot spark erupted in his mind and the same half-heard voice stated more clearly than before 'Now.. marker 1 and go.'

Angela glared at him. "You are such a fucking moron! You ruined my car!"

Almost without thinking, Sean's hand shot up from his side and slapped Angela, firmly across the face. It wasn't an excessively hard or brutal slap, but Angela stood stunned, staring at Sean, his hand. She reached up and touched her face, then looked at her palm, as if expecting blood or some residue of the attack to be visible. She looked at Sean again and a fire rose behind her eyes.

She yelled at Sean ''What the FUCK do you think you're.."

The second slap was far more forceful and knocked Angela back a little, stumbling backwards onto the car. Sean moved with a grace and rapidity Angela had never seen, his hand around her throat and his face far too close to hers for comfort.

'Listen here you little bitch, you car is far from ruined. Yes, I was careless and yes I made a mistake, but it will be repaired. If you're dying to make a scene right here, in front of everyone, I will be more than happy to oblige you. Otherwise, I recommend you get in the car, sit down and shut your fucking mouth until we get home.'

Angela started at Sean, taken aback by his growling, malevolent tone, the seething fury in his eyes. Hesitantly, she walked to her side of the car. She was furious beyond belief.. but.. something else was stirring inside.. something new. She was confused.

Sean opened his door and sat down. The door made a crunching grinding noise that set Angela's nerves on end and reignited the fire Sean has briefly staunched with his rant. She spun on him, fury on her face

'You had better fucking believe you'll pay for that door. This is my car, not yours. You better pay you worthless fucker!'

Sean turned his head towards Angela, his eyes cold, evaluating. Angela had never seen his eyes look like that. Slowly his hand moved up twards her head. She flinched, expecting a blow. It never came. instead, his hand gently, lovinglybrushed against the back of her neck and finally stopped there.

Then... grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back brutally, bringing tears of pain to her eyes. The hand pulled her head forward, her body off-balance, once again far too close to Sean's for her comfort. His cold eyes burned with an inner fire, a determination and ... perverse glee.

"I told you to shut your fucking mouth, didn't I? That's your problem, Angela. You only open your mouth to be cruel. Well, now you've opened your mouth and it's my turn to be cruel," Sean said very softly.

With that, he crushed her mouth against his, giving her a fierce, bestial kiss. She pulled back, trying to resist, but something inside her stirred again, unbidden. Reluctantly she responded, but as her tongue tried to seek out his mouth, his teeth, he bit down hard, causing her to shriek in pain. He released his grip on her hair and she felel back into her seat, tears of exquisite pain, fear, and anger mingling with the sharp taste of blood in her mouth.

"There, that should keep your mouth shut for awhile," Sean said smugly.

As Sean turned the key in the ignition and started ot drive the car forward, ANgela leaned against her window, whimpering form the pain, wondering who this man she had in her car was...

 

[Feliiciy452]

Angela awoke in her bed with a horrible headache. She had the weirdest dream....although she couldn't remember it. All she could remember was hearing voices. These strange, unrecognizable voices. She sat up in her bed, her head pounding. She felt like she had a hangover. She didn't remember drinking the night before. She didn't remember anything from the day before. She pondered how she could have lost an entire day. Maybe she was drugged. "I'm losing it." She said to herself.

She turned and looked at her clock. It was 3pm. How could she have slept so late. She was late for work. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She started the shower...turned the temperature up until steam was streaming through the small room. She quickly took off her shirt. She fumbled with the clasp on her black lace bra. She finally got it off and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Her breats were her favorite feature. Soft, subtle, and perky. She was a C cup and she loved how great her breasts looked on her small frame. She grabbed a barratte from the counter and quickly threw her hair up. She wiggled out of her low rise jeans. Revealing her round, tight ass. She quickly pulled off her black thong and jumped in the shower. Normally when taking a shower she gets herself off with the removable shower head, but there was no time today. She was already late.

10 minutes later she was drying herself off. She dropped the towel and ran into her bedroom to get some clothes. She grabbed an outfit from her closet, threw it on and headed out the door.

Angela arrived at work 30 minutes late. She worked at a record store and although she loved listening to music all day and loved the discount she got, she hated her supervisor. She was a complete and total bitch. Angela quickly walked through the door and headed for the back room to punch in. "You're late Ange." Angela turned around. It was her supervisor, Chrissie. "I know, I know. I'm really sorry, I had kind of a rough night." Chrissie glared at her. "Look I don't care about your all night partying. I am not paying you to nurse your hangovers. You come in late again you're fired. Now get up front."
Chrissie stormed off. "This is going to be one hell of a day" Angela sighed.

Four hours into her shift Angela was ready to go. The store was busy as hell. She had customers straight through and her head was ppounding. She was looking forward to her lunch. She turned to her co-worker, Nicole. "Hey Nic, I'm going to lunch. You okay on your own?" Nicole smiled "Yeah, I'll be cool. You look like you need a break."

Angela started to walk to the back room when she noticed a man browsing the techno section. He was tall, probably around 6ft. He had brown hair, kind of curly and it was a bit messy and in his eyes. Angela had never seen him before, yet for some reason she couldn't take her eyes off him. He seemed familiar somehow. He looked up at her and met her eyes. He smiled a devilish grin that made her blush. He started to come toward her....her supervisor beat him to her. "Ange, you going to punch out sometime today?" Chrissies asked sarcastically. "Yes, I'm going now." Angela said as she started toward the back room. She looked back to see the man staring at her.

Angela decided to go down the street to get her lunch from the local deli. She took the backdoor to avoid her supervisor. She stepped outside into the bright warm sunlight. "At least it's nice out." she thought to herself. She slipped on her sunglasses and started to head toward the deli. When she got there she saw the same man that was in the record shop. He was sitting at a table by the window. Again, she couldn't help but stare. "Why is he SO familiar?" She wondered. She walked in and went up to the counter. She ordered her food and then went and sat down at a table by the counter. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the stranger get up and head toward her.

When he reached her table he confidentally sat down across from her. "Hello Angela." He said. Angela looked confused. "I'm sorry. Do I know you."

 

[SirSean]

Sean's smirk faded a bit due to the look on her face. Confusion; she looked confused. No, she was obviously trying to fuck with him, pretend she'd forgotten all about him. Lord knows he'd done things to her that she prefer to regret. After that day in the car, they're life had changed drastically. She'd not become any nicer, but he had definitely became crueler, more callous. He had treated her like the trash she was. She'd never given him any respect and he'd shown her none. He'd insulted, demeaned and abused her to the limits of her endurance. When he told her he was moving out, he was sure she'd cried tears of relief. Oh well, she'd deserved every bit of meanness he could meter out.

Which made her current play acting so insulting. She sat there so innocent and bewildered looking, like she had not merited every bit of retribution he had exacted. In the span of a few seconds, she had essentially reduced all of his well-planned venegance to nothing. Once more, she had reduced him to a state of nothingness. Sean's anger rose.

For a brief second, his hand twitched at his side, eager to knock that fake demeanor from her face. To make her show her true nature, her true identity. The validate him and his stature once more. Yet, all of the people sitting around were an obstacle. He could not very well treat her as she needed to be treated in public, at least not in this setting. No, it was better to bide his time, to wait for her to place herself in a more teneable position, one where he could more easily and discretely 'remind' her of exactly who he was again.

"Perhaps not, we met one, but I guess you've forgotten it appears," Sean said with a hint of sarcasm, "but no worry, I'm sure we'll meet again... soon"

With a malevolent wink, he turned and walked from the table. Behind him Angela gave him a last bewildered look, then resulmed her lunch. Sean walked for a couple of blocks, then doubled back towards the restauraunt. As he approached the restaraunt, he began to walk more conservatively, ensuring ANgela would not see him as he approached. As he slowly rounded the corner, he noticed Angela leaving her table and walking back up towards the record store she worked at.

As he followed Angela as a safe distance, he took a few minutes to admire the woman he both loved and despised. She was wearing a tight, midriff t-shirt that showed off her pert breasts and a short leather skirt, something she had rarely ever wore for him. He lamented this fact, since she had an incredible ass and very firm thighs. The skirt practically screamed 'fuck me' and part of Sean wanted to comply. The other part wanted to raise that skirt, bend her over the table and punish her until she could not sit down. Sean clenched his hands at his side, something bestial stilling deep inside him. Not yet, he mused, but very soon. He would remind her exactly who he was, if she chose to ignore him and play this game any more.

He shadowed her discretely until she entered her workplace again. Waiting outside for a few minutes, he considered his next move. The record store was rather large, and the shelves cluttered and often concealing, but if the store was busy, things might get unpleasant for him. Still, even that might serve his purposes. Humiliating her in front of her coworkers, he boss, would be an exquisite pleasure for him. Still, he would have to be cautious; he didn't want to put himself in jail. Finalizing his plans in his mind, he started across the street and into the store.

The store was cool, as always. Even in winter, ANgela's bitch boss always kept the temperature at sub-zero levels it seemed. The woman was truly cold-blooded it semeed, a fact often stated by Angela. Immediately as he entered, he noticed Angela, standing behind the register, counitng some cahs into the register and chatting idly with the other girl behind the counter. After a second, she looked up, saw him and the same bewildered look crossed her face. SMily slyly at her, Sean walked deeper into the store and began browsing the bins. He knew this was suspicious, his second time inside the store this afternoon, but he was counting on her curiosity to bring her to him.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, SEan her the click of low heels on the tile floor and Angela's voice inquring, 'Sir, can I help you in some way?'.

Slowly, Sean turned to face Angela. She stoodd there, an almost sincere smile on her face, blended wityh what appeared a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. SO, she did recognize him. Perhaps she wonder why he would seek her out like this. In a matter of minutes she would find out. Time to put his plan in action.

'Yes, Angela, I'm looking for a specific album, by a group called Die Form. They're technically electro-fetish, but i can seem to find them in your techno or house sections. Am I not looking in the right place?'

Angela smiled and nodded, 'Yes sir, they're actually in our industrial section, back near the gothic and darkwave. Would you like me to show you?'

'Yes please,' Sean said pleasantly 'show me the way'

Angela smiled up at Sean again and moved off towards the back of the store. Like many music store, the truly alternative, off-label, or plain wierd stuff was relegated to the back of the store. This suited Sean just fine. The gothic, darkwave, and industrial sections were on the backside of a dog-leg in the aisles, conveniently concealed from the bulk of the store, only if someone were to walk past either of the far endcaps or down the aisle they had just came, they had almost total privacy. The far side was the back wall of the store, covered -in this area- with posters of industrial bands.

Angela turned the corner and began walking toward the middle of the aisle. Pointing towards one of the trays, ANgela started to speak 'Sir, here's the industrial section, I'm sure..'

Before she could finish, Sean rushed forward, grabbing her throat and slamming her against the back wall with a low thud. He made sure his grip was tight, and only a small girlish sob issued from her constricted throat. Sean looked down at his captive. He could feel a tremor running through her and she began to shake. Her eyes were huge, liquid and terrified. Good. Her breath dragged into her laboriously. Her hands came up to claw at his wrist, but he only tightened his grip on her. His smile was malevolent, promising only pain and suffering for her.

"Now that we are alone, bitch, let me say first that I think you are looking quite beautiful. You have truly taken care of yourself. However, ignoring me will not remove the tain I've placed on your soul. Neither will pretending you do not remember me. I will not allow you to relegate me to some dark shadow you can forget, marginalize or deny."

Angela's eyes widened even further. He could detect real terror in them. However, with a quick inspection of her, he noticed her nipples were quite hard. Perhaps it was simply the frigid air. However, it might also be something else. COuld she be enjoying this somehow, after all he had done to her, all she had done to him. After all the pain and anger, could she really still be aroused by him? There was only one way to check. He smiled at the thought.

'You are mine, Angela. I have placed my brand upon you, upon your soul, no differently than if I did so with a white-hot iron. You are mine.'

His free hand reached up to pinch and roughly twist her tight, erect nipple. He heard a soft squeak and moan escape her lips. Good. He slowly moved his hand down, cupping the fullness of her breast, down over her stomach, onto her hip, then down onto her thigh. Her breath quickened once more and he could hear the soft whimpers and moans coming from her as his hand explorered her body.

"Nothing has changed, I made every inch of you mine once. Never forget I can do so again."

With that, he pushed his hand up under her skirt, between the cleft of her thigh, onto her public bone. He roughly cupped her cunt, feeling the sily smoothness of her thong panties. They seemd slightly damp, something that almost surprised him. He roughly rubbed her through the material, pleased as it grew more damp. Pushing the fabirc aside with a finger, he brutally jammed 2 fngers up inside her and began to slowly move them in and out of her seething hot and incredibly moist pussy. He could feel her unconscously begin to squeeze his fingers and lightly grind her hips back in forth against the movement of his hand.

"See, you can deny it all you want. You are still mine. Your body knows it. YOU know it. Do not ever forget that."

Smiling evilly at Angela, he yanked his hand out of her sopping pussy and released her neck. With a satisfying sigh and groan, she slid to the floor and lay their panting. Licking her tasty juices off his fingers, he walked away.

"You are mine forever, remember that."

 

[Feliiciy452]

Angela sat on the floor unsure as to what she should do. This strange man was clearly mentally unstable. Insisting she knew him, and that he owned her. That was the ranting of a crazy person. Plus he had attacked her....yet she didn't scream for help. It never crossed her mind. The whole thing did frighten her, but at the same time it excited her. No one had ever treated her like that. She always had control of everyone. She had no control with this guy.

When he put his hand on her throat she was frightened he would hurt her, and oncw he started talking....a small part of her wanted him to. If it was anyone else they would have screamed for help, but Angela found hersle getting arroused when he started touching her trembling body. When he shoved is fingers into her cunt she couldn't stop the moans. His hand on her throat, his fingers rougly fucking her soaking wet pussy....part of her wanted him to rape her right then and there.

"What am I thinking?!" Angela asked herself incrediously. "The guy is a loon, and dangerous." With that she unsteadily pulled herself to her feet, straighted her mini skirt, wiped the tears from her eyes and headed up front.

Three hours later Angela had finished her shift. She and Nicole had closed the store and were walking out to her car. "I really appreciate you walking me to my car, Nic. I don't know why, but I am just creeped out today." Angela said.

Nicole was very cute. She was around Angela's age 25 or 26. However, unlike Angela, she was very tall around 5'9. She had long wavy blond hair and these huge green eyes that you would just find yourself staring into without even realizing it. Angela had always found herself somewhat attracted to Nicole. "It's no problem, Ange. Are you sure you are okay? You looked really shooken up after lunch." Nicole looked concerned. "I'm fine, really." Angela replied. "I think I'm just over tired. I need to get home and get some sleep." Nicole smiled. "You do look tired. Well go home and get some sleep." With that Nicole moved close to Angela and gave her a hug. Angela could feel Nicole's firm pert breats against her body. SHe hugged back almost tempted to move her hands dowm her back and onto that tight little ass of hers. Nicole pulled away. "Night Ange." Angela smiled. "See ya, Nic."

The 15 minute drive home was a blur as Angela ran the days events through her head. She had decided not to call the police...not to tell anyone. She didn't want to look like one of those pathetic, weak, women that she always hears about in the news. She could take care of herself. She was very confident...at least until she stepped out of her car and started heading up to her apartment. The stairs that she used everyday all of sudden seemed eerily mocking her. It was very dark and with every step she took they creaked and moaned. They seemed to go on forever.

When she reached her door she quickly fumbled to find her key. She shoved it in the lock, and glanced behind her to make sure there was no one following her. She was safe. She opened the door and rushed in...locking the door behind her. She let out a sigh of relief.

She walked to her coffee table and dropped her purse and keys on the table. She went to the bathroom and turned on the light. She looked in the mirrior. She looked awful. Her red hair pulled up in a messy bun. Her curls popping out and falling to her face. She let her hair down feeling it tickle as it touched her shoulders. She quickly undressed letting her clothes drop to the floor. She looked down at the thong she was wearing earlier in the day. She picked picked it up. It was her favorite. Red with lace around the edge. She put the thong against her nose and smelled them. She could still smell her juices from earlier in the day. She felt her nipples get erect. "God, I need to get fucked." She said. She looked at herself again in the mirror and laughed. She really was losing it.

She dropped the thong to the floor and grabbed the purple see through teddy hanging on the back of her bathroom door. She slid it over her cruvy body and let out a yawn. She was exhausted. She needed some sleep. Luckily she had the following day off so she could sleep in. She turned off the light and headed to her bedroom. She went to turn on the lamp next to her bed when she felt someone roughly grab her wrist. She started to scream, but it was muffles by the hand that was now over her mouth. The light came on...and there he was.

 

[SirSean]

The smell of her was intoxicating, the way her soft curly hair whsipered across his face sent tingles down his spine and cause da familiar and welcome warmth to spread across his groin.he moved up against her, the silken brush of her nighty and the soft, pleasantly sweet smell of her skin causing his wakening erection to surge against her ample, tight ass.

Pulling her arm sharply back at an angle -a move which elicited a moan of pain from Angela- Sean pulled her hard against him, grinding his cock against the cleft of her ass even more. He leaned his head close to her ear and gave it a sharp, savage bite. He felt her shriek in pain agianst his hand.

"I told you that you were mine. I may have walked away form you before," Sean hissed in her ear, "but I never released you from the claim I laid upon you."

Abruptly, Sean released Angela and pushed her roughly, propelling her forward, half-falling onto the bad. She gave a shriek of surprise as she fell onto the bad, he legs splaying out behind her, half on and half off the mattress. Wasting no time, Sean grabbed her ankles and yanked her backwards, until only her head and tose remained on the bed, her legs struggly to get purchase enough to stand.

One hand shot to the back of her neck, pinning her face to the mattress. The other firmly held her ass down, not giving her chance to find purchase enoguh to stand straight or try to throw him off balance. He held her that way, struggling for a minute or two before she began to calm down, seeming to realize that any sort of resistance would avail her nothing. Sean moved his hand form the top of her hips and slolwy began to work it down, under her nighty.

"There there, my love... calm down and relax. Fighting will get you nowhere as you know. Besides, nothing I can do to you should be a surprise... you know you like being treated like a whore.."

Forcefully, Sean jammed his pinky, ring and middle fingers into Angela's waiting pussy, his index finger sliding deep into her rectum. Even muffled by the comforter, Sean had to smile at the scream of surprise and indignation.

 

[Feliiciy452]

Angela again confused by what was going on tried to get her thoughts together. She was frightened. This man had attacked her once today, and now he had somehow gotten into her apartment. She didn't know what to do. She thought about kicking him in the groin and running. She knew that was what she should do. So why wasn't she? She knew this was wrong, yet she couln't stop the moans from escaping her lips. His fingers felt so good in her pussy, part of her couldn't help but enjoy it.

"Please stop." She mustered out unconvincingly. The man looked up at her and gave her a evil grin. He then shoved four fingers inside of her and started fucking her harder and faster. She again heard moans escape from her red lips.

She didn't understand why she was enjoying this. It was sexual assult. It had to stop. Angela quickly raised her left foot and kicked the man in the groin. He let out a grunt and fell back. Angela raced for her bedroom door. Just as she reached it she felt a sharp shooting pain go up her arm. He had grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back. He turned her so she was facing him and threw her up against the door. He had a look of pure hatred in his eyes that made Angela shiver.

"Who are you and what do you want?!" Angela screached.

 

[SirSean]

"You know exactly who I am Angela, I'm the man you once swore to love, the man you said you'd marry."

Spinning Angela around and shoving her against the wall, Sean released her pinned arm and once more grabbed her by the throat with his other hand, his fingers squeezing her fragile neck, holding her by her jaw. Not willing to allow another assualt on his manhood, he surged forward, pinning her legs against the wall with his body, one leg crushing against her pelvis, the fabric of his jean rough against the exposed lips of her pussy,

"Oh, you called me many, many things: moron, retard, asshole, dick fucker.. your loving words went on and on and on...."

Bringing his hand -the hand that had be knuckle deep in her pussy and ass- up to his face and passed it under his nose, inhaling the pungent aromatic mixture of her sweet pussy and forbidden ass. Smiling, he placed his pinky in his finger and sucked every last trace of her fluids from it. As he did so, he pried open her jaw with his thumb and proceeded to run it along her lips, her teeth, her tongue.

"'What I want," Sean continued "is to make you pay for all the pain you gave me. To remind you that -in the end- it ewas I who conquered you, not the other way around"

Sean then forced his index finger and remaining 2 pussy juiced covered fingers into Angela's mouth, then levered it shut, forcing her tongue and lips to taste the remains of his invasion of her ass and pussy. With a smile, he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on her soft, pouty lips again.

 

[Feliiciy452]

Angela by now was getting over the fear and was just getting pissed. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?! No one treats her like this! She licked the sweet juice from her pussy off of her lips giving the man a sexy smile...then she spit it in his face.

"I don't know what the fuck you're on guy, but I don't fucking know you. Now let me go, and get the hell out of here or you'll be in for a whole lot of trouble. You want to get fucked, find a prostitue. You're not getting anything from me!" With that she spit in his face again.

 

[SirSean]

The slap knocked Angela off her feet and into her nightstand, causing it to up-end, dumping her lamp, a small ornate box, and her clock radio onto the floor. A wicked looking red mark glowed on her face and Sean had to shake off his own hand form the pain, so hard had his strike been.

Sean felt like a thundercloud, raging, furious and unstoppable. Part of him wanted to hit her again, the other to force himself upon her right then, taking from her her dignity, to make her scream and wail. TO cry unto she couldn't cry anymore. A smaller part begged him to stop, but his anger was enormous and could not be assaged.

"YOU LYING CUNT!" he screamed as he leapt upon her, his knee on her back, he hand grabbind a handful of her hair and yanking her face to look at him.

"You know me! How dare you act like you don't know me! You scarred me more deeply than anything I could have done to you. You acted like you were always justified in your cruelty. You mocked me and insulted me. You never accept my apologies. Remember the fucking car door, how you acted like it was a fucking venial sin? It was a damned door, easily repaired. The pain you gave me can never be repaired!'

Sean began to fumble with his jeans, unzipping them and pulling his cock out. It was hard, thick and throbbing with anticipation.

"And the only person who's in trouble is you!"

Sean moved his knee off her back and straddled her legs. Placing both knees between her legs, Sean forced them apart, exposing her wet cunt.

"The only prostitute I'm seeing tonight is you!"

Sean pushed his cock against the lips of her pussy, moistening the tip, feeling her hot juices lubricating it.

"And the only perosn getting fucked tonight.. is you!"

With a savage thrust, he forced his cock deep inside her.

 

[Feliiciy452]

Angela, still dizzy from the blows tried to get up. The man pushed her face harder into the floor. She was crying. "I swear I don't know who you are. Whoever you think I am....I'm sorry they were cruel to you. Please just let me go. I won't tell anyone." She sobbed.

She felt the man pull his cock out of her pussy. She felt relief and disappointment at the same time. He released his grip on her. "Get up." He demanded. Angela unsteadily raised herself off the floor. Tears streaming down her face.

The man just stared at her for what seemed like an eternity. He gestured to the bed. "Sit." he demanded. Angela slowly sat on the bed. She didn't dare disobey the man. "What are you going to do to me? she wimpered. "If you tell me what's wrong...maybe I can help you. What's your name?" She was rambling, trying to say something that would stop her attacker.

 

[SirSean]

Sean stared at Angela. Something was not right. Something felt very odd, very.. out of place. He could sense she was enjoying some of what he did, he knew her body well enough to know the signs of her arousal.

But she was far too meek, depsite the flashes of resistance. She had never been meek, never this.. fragile... cowed. Even at the height of his rage, she had always gave back as good as she got. She hated him and he had hated her.

But this woman... she might be ANgela, but when he looked in her eyes, he saw only fear and confusion.. but no hatred.

"You know my name Angela... Sean... Sean Harrison, a name you swore you would take. The name of a man you lived with for nearly a year."

 

[Feliiciy452]

For a momment Angela believed him. "Maybe I am the one who's crazy." she thought. She was so drawn to him when she first saw him. Something HAD seemed familiar about him. Maybe he was telling the truth. No, she KNEW she didn't know him. She didn't know what to say. She just stared into his big brown eyes...which now were now filled with the same confusion as hers.

For some crazy reason she felt the urge to get up and kiss him. She ignored it. "Look..Sean. I know you think you know me, but you don't. I have never seen you before today. Trust me, I would remember someone like you." She stared at him waiting for a reply. He just stood there looking downt her. He had a kind of sadness in his eyes.

Angela stood up and started to edge her way to the door. He watched her as she slowly moved away. Then before she knew what was happenig he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He stared deep into her eyes for a second and then pulled her lips to his, kissing her passionately. She didn't resist. When he pulled away they were both out of breath. Again he looked at her for awhile. He brushed her red curls away from her face.

"You're very beautiful Angela." He said softly. Before she knew what she was doing, Angela grabbed his hair tightly from the back of his head and pulled his face to hers. She felt her tongue slip into his mouth. She could still taste her juices. She felt his hand release the grip on her wrist. Slowly he moved his hand down her back and onto her tight ass. She could feel herself getting wet. After a few minutes she pulled away.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." She said both embarassed and confused.

 

[SirSean]

Sean pulled her back to him, his hand omce more on her ass, crushing her slim form against him. While the hand on her ass crept down to pull up the thin, silken lingerie she wore and run a finger probingly over her tight, waiting anus, the other grapsed her once more under her jaw and raised her face to stare up at him. His cock, still free of his pants, pressed downward between her legs, it's upper side moistened by her moist pussy lips. He could feel her clit throbbing against the top of his cock

"If you don't know me, why do you let me punish you? You might be able to lie, but your body can't. I know how your flesh works Angela, I know what it craves and how to satisfy it. If you don't know me, why does your body sing at my touch, yearn for me to hurt it, debase it, worship it?"

Sean tenderly began to kiss Angela, his tongue dancing across her lips, then dipping inside her mouth to lick her teeth, her waiting tongue. He let a finger of the hand on her ass begin to slowly invade her sphincter again, a deep, slow stroke into her, clenching inside her with each stroke. He took his mouth away and looked into eyes partially clouded with lust.

"Answer me that, Angela..."

 

[Feliiciy452]

Angela moaned quietly as she felt Sean slowly enter her anus. His tnogue felt so good on her lips...in her mouth. She could feel herself getting wetter with each stroke. She pulled her lips from his.

"I, I don't know. I just feel drawn to you. So attracted, excited. I just..." Her voiced trailed off as ahe searched for words to explain what she was feeling, but she couldn't. The only thing she knew fir sure was that she wanted him. She wanted to feel his hard, thick cock inside of her again.

Angela slowly moved her hand behind her and pulled her hand away from her ass. she slowly moved her hand down his chest and started massaging his now stiff cock. He let out a low moan. She slowly started kiss his neck, working her other hand through is thick brown curls. 'Is that what you want, Sean? She said as she worked her way up to his ear. His moans of pleasure encouraged her to continue. She continued kissing his neck, gettimg more and more aroused until she roughly bit his neck.

 

[SirSean]

Sean groaned at the pleasure of Angela biting him. Few things aroused him more than being bitten on the neck. It was his sexual achilles heal, so to speak. But he'd never told Angela that. She'd never been interested in his own personal pleasures really. She could have cared less.

Their relationship had been a distaster and especially at the end, neither had cared much for the happines sor well-being of the other. The fact that Angela had both guess this secret pleasure of his and seemed to want to pleasure him proved confusing to Sean. His memories of Angela were nothing like this. This woman was acting nothing like the Angela he knew.

Sean pushed Angela back against the wall, his hand once again around her neck, forceful, but more commanding, restraining now, less blatantly cruel. It was a grip that conveyed a sense of control, not of hatred.

Sean decided to try something, a test of sorts. Angela had never liked his domination games, his desire to control her sexually. She had always bene to filled with loathing towards him to ever relinquish control. It was time to see if she was still that same woman.

He looked deep into her eyes, once mroe large and liquid, now fileld with a glaze of lust and desire. A smile spread across his lips.

"What I want Angela... is to possess you, command you, consume you. I want you to kneel before me and admit my mastery over you... for you to be my toy, my whore, my slut and my slave. Can you allow yourself to be demeaned like that?"

 

[Feliiciy452]

Angela could feel Sean's hands around her throat and it excited her more than anything she had ever experienced. Sean was nothing like any guy she had ever dated. He was strong, intimidating, controlling....and she found herself liking it.

She looked up at Sean his eyes peering down at her. She didn't know quite what to do. She did want him. She wanted him badly, but what he wanted from her was....excessive, to say the least. She didn't even know him. What she had seen so far proved only that he was emotionally and possibly mentally unstable.

She could feel Sean's other hand move to her breasts. He began rubbing and squeezing them. Angela wanted him so badly. She HAD to have him.

"Okay, she said." Sean smiled that evil grin and released his grip on her neck. He stepped back from her...waiting. Angela rubbed her aching neck and then pushed her red hair out of her face and slowly lowered herself to her knees. She was now eye level with Sean's erect, throbbing cock. She desperately wanted to reach out, pull him to her, and shove it in her mouth. She instead looked into his eyes.

"Sean, I give myself completely to you, to use me any wat that you wish. You are my master, my owner. I will be your toy, your slut...your slave."

 

[SirSean]

Sean looked down at Angela, kneeling before him, supplicant, willing, submissive. A gleam of defiance shone in her eyes, but also unbridled longing. Something inside told him that her defiance was simply a challenge, a strong soul exclaiming it's power, daring him to try and conquer it, yet also ultimately desiring that conquest, desiring to be subsumed and used. She perhaps feared being submissive, relinqishing control, but she also longed for it. She was not the woman he remembered anymore. She was someone new. He was aroused and intriqued beyond his imagination.

He looked down at her beautiful, eager face, her eyes consuming his cock. He smiled at her eagerness, her hunger and anticipation. Taking his cock in his hand, he lightly slapped it against her cheeks, then rubbed the tip along the top of her mouth. A tiny string of pre-cum moistened her lip.

"Would you like the honor of sucking my cock, my little slave? Do you want to take this magnificent flesh into your willing, succulent mouth and devour me? Do you crave me to shoot my cum deep into your willing mouth, to serve as a chalice for my seed? Or would you rather I spray it upon your beautiful face, marking you as my slut, my eager whore?"

 

[Feliiciy452]

"I want you to cum in my moth." Angela said eagerly "I want to taste every drop of your manhood." With that said Angela took Sean's swollen cock in her hands and started to slowly lick the shaft. She licked the tip and slowly worked her way down...she moved one hand down and started to rub is rock hard balls. Ske kissed her her way up his long, thick shaft untl she reached the tip again. It was wet w/ drops of pre-cum. She hungerly licked it up and slowly lowered her mouth over the head of his cock.

She coulld hear Sean's moans of pleasure as she moved his cock in and out of her moth...going further down each time. She now felt San's hand on the back of her head gently guiding her head up and down. She continued to massage his balls while she sucked his large rod.

His cock went deeper and deeper into her throat until she could feel it all the way in the back of her throat. Sean started to pull her hair and was roughly moving her head faster and faster. She started to gag on his cock...her green eyes tearing up. "That's it slut, take it all" Sean said.

 

[SirSean]

Sean could feel Angela start to resist more and more, the deeper his thrusts became. He could not blame her overly, her gag reflex must be kicking in. However, this was the first step they needed to take, the first hurdle she must surpass and he would not let her body fail her wne her mind seemed ready.

He grapsed her head and began to more forcefully push his cock into her mouth, each time deeper and for a longer period. Her hand squeeze his hips, trying to push him away. However, his grip was firm and he did not allow her to escape this so easily.

Determining he was nearing the point of orgasm, he decided to bring this test to its conclusion. Grasping her head, he stepped up and forward, one leg crossing over Angela's shoulder, his foot raised up on his toes. Her head, still filled with his cock -choking on it- tilted upward. As it did so, he pushed down, past her tongue and deep into her throat. Instantly, her thoat started to spasm around his cock, squeezing it, trying to disgorge it, but he held the back of her head firmly.

Moving one hand to her face, he squeezed her nostrils shut, cutting off her small remaining supply of air. Her eyes grew wide and her hands began to scramble across his legs, pushing and battering him, trying to find release, to find air. Trying to survive.

He continued to push his cock in and out of her throat in tiny increments, reveling in its silken texture, it's warm moistness. Angela's eyes were beginning to roll back in her head, heralding the fact she would soon become unconscious.. and if he did not relent, possibly die.

A small part of him considered this: the part that remember the old Angela and rejoiced at the thought of her dying with his cock in her throat. But the bettter part of him wanted to explore the new Angela, explore her body, mind, and soul.

He released her nose and instantly air rushed into her, her eyes fluttering back open, but clearly glazed with the euphoria of oxygen deprivation. Her hands grasped his buttocks and began to pull him deeper into her throat. She looked up at him, a languid lustful gleam in her eyes and smiled around his cock, then closed her eyes again and began to squeeze his cock with her throat, pushing him towards orgasm.

 

[Feliiciy452]

Angela coulld tell by Sean's moans that he was getting close to orgasm. She continued to fuck him with her mouth....pushing deeper and faster. She moved one hand up his chest and squeezed his left nipple. That's all it took. She grunted and Angela could feel his cock spasam.....his warm juices filling her mouth. He held her mouth on his cock until he had finished cumming. When he finished he pulled out and looked at her.

Angela, looking up at Sean, gave him a sexy smile, swallowed his warm sweet juices and then proceeded to lick the remainder off her red lips. She was so turned on by now. She needed cock, needed him to fuck her now sopping wet pussy, needed to cum.

She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on her black silken sheets. She gave Sean another smile as she lifted her see-though purple teddy, revealing her big, beautiful tits, and her hard nipples. She threw the teddy on floor and lay down on her back. Looking at Sean she slowly spread her legs so he could see her beautiful shaven pussy. She took one hand and spread the lips which revealed her pretty pink labia.

"Do you like what you see, Sean?"

 

[SirSean]

Sean smiled at her wantonness, her crude longing. It was raw and visceral and it aroused him. He wanted to possess her right then, thrust his cock as deep as he could and fill her with his seed. He needed her flesh on his, his flesh in hers.

"Look at my little slut, my willing whore, offering her most secret treasures to me. How could I not accept?"

He moved toward Angela on the bed, beginning to undo his shirt. He moved to the side of the bed, between her legs. One hand began trace a path down her smooth, taut belly -warm and soft- and move betwene ler legs. He let it stop upon the nub of her swollen clitoris and gentle kneed it, rubbing and squeeizng it betwene his fingers. Her pussy radiated heat and was drenched with her juices. Angela's back began to arch, small moans escaping her. Angela moved her hands from her pussy and beagn to run one through her hair, the other on her breast, squeezing and rubbing her nipple.

Sean's other hand began to undo his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his jeans. He doubled it up in his hand and let his jeans and boxers fall to the ground. He stepped out of them. he spread her pusys lips a little more as he massaged her clit, smiling at her response.

"However... it is only in my power to take, not yours to offer. You must learn this, I will...educate you."

Without warning, he brought his belt down upon her exposed, sensitive clit. The room was filled with the resounding crack of it's contact with her bare, exposed flesh.

 

[Feliiciy452]

Angela screamed as the belt slammed against her exposed clit...the searing pain causing her vision to blur. She felt like she was going to pass out. She lay on the bed sick to her stomach.

It took her awhile before she could see or think straight. Her clit still throbbing. She was enraged. When she was able to speak she looked up at Sean her green eyes blazing. "What the fuck! Are you crazy?! What are you doing, trying to kill me?!"

She slowly sat up, still weak from the blow. She got to her feet and got right in Sean's face. "Never, ever do that to me again or this little game is OVER!" She continued to glare at him, waiting for a response.

 

[SirSean]

Sean's response came in the form of a backhand across her face, knocking Angela off her feet and onto the bed. Leaping on her, Sean pinned her down by the throat with his hand, his other hand holding her legs down. Angela's hands went to his wrist, trying to pull his hand from her throat again. He squeezed her throat slightly, as a reminder of who exactly was in control here.

"This is not a game Angela; this is real life, your real life. When you said you gave yourself to me, you gave me permisson to use you as I will."

Sean let his hand move up between her thigh onto her pussy. The lips were dusky and inflammed and her clitoris brightly gleamed red, like a swollen bud. Despite the insult to it, she was still drenched in her juices. Sean ran his forefinger along her pussy lips and onto her clit, stroking it gently with his forfinger. Angela's hips bucked involuntarily and a small moan escaped from her lips. She let his grip on her throat slacken slightly, to let her moans express themselves more readily.

"You body is mine to control: to punish, to please, to play with."

Sean continued to gently massage her clit, starting to roll it between his thumb and forefinger. Each time he rolled her clit between his fingers, he would squeeze it gently but firmly, causing Angela to moan louder and arch her back slightly. Sean let two fingers slip in and out of her pussy, heightening the variety of stimulation and pleasure he was giving her. Angela's hands fell from his wrist and began to softly squeeze her own nipples.

"However, when I chose to punish you, it is not only my right but also my duty as your Master. And it is your place to not only submit, but also accept and desire such punishment."

Sean once more squeezed her throat tightly, forcefully holding her down. Her breath caught in her throat, as if anticipating what would come next. Sean gave her already swollen clit and hard squeeze that lifted Angela's hips several inches off the bed and made her squeal in a mixture of pain and over-stimulation. He maintained the pressure for several seconds, eliciting a low keening cry from Angela. When he finally released the pressure on her clitoris, Angela slumped back onto the bed, panting softly, her eyes rolled back up into her head. He gently stroke her clit one last time and smiled as she trembled violently.

"When you address me, you must call me Sir or Master. And when I punish you, you must always thank me. Do you understand?"