Torn Between Two Lovers

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise thought about what Tabor had asked her to do. She didn’t see it working. She’d been gone two weeks. She had no clue what Nicholas was going to do or say to her. Would he take her back in? Yes. . .she was his meal ticket. Would he fuck her? Yes. . .he had wanted to screw her the night she met Tabor. But trust her? No, she didn’t see that happening. Love? She wasn’t that great an actress.

She rolled to her back and felt Tabor’s hand possessively move down her torso before settling against her pussy. He dragged her back to him and began to nip and bite on her flesh as his fingers toyed with her again. He was a distraction, surprisingly it was one she hungered for now. “Master, I will try, but Nicholas only shared that sort of things early in our marriage. . .the honeymoon stage. He hasn’t shared it with me in years. Months before we met, you and I, we stopped sleeping together,” she took a deep breath as she suddenly felt a weight descend down upon her shoulders, “I will try, Master.”

Already she could feel the fear rolling up in her over the idea she was going to be thrust back into the life of Cerise Stevens. Rich. Successful. Independent. The last word stood out in her mind. She was not independent, she was weak. “I don’t want to go, Master.” Her whispered words seemed to echo around her, though they were barely audible.

“What am I supposed to tell him? What will he believe? It’s been two weeks. You’ve told me nothing as far as what the media has written about me. . .or even if Nicholas reported my disappearance. . .Nor,” she shuddered, “who paid you to do this to me.”

 

[BLACK BART]

Tabor smiled and rolled to his side, to lift himself on an elbow as he looked at the changed woman next to him.

"Your husband was told you had a nervous breakdown, he in turn created the rumor you were in the Bahama's taking a much needed rest...we had a woman who was your double at the Institute while you were here and the times he came to visit you she appeared to be either sleeping or drugged up. He left satisfied it was you and actually seemed sorry for your illness.

I don't think you returning will be all that difficult for him to accept, and as for your changed attitude it doesn't have to be that radical.... let him into your bed a couple of times and give him a good romp...he'll want more as any man would...Then be civil to him during the day when you are with him...in less time than you think he'll be wanting to impress you and begin sharing his day to day events..."

Gripping her hair with his hand he smiled and tugged her head, forcing her to roll to her stomach before rose behind her and lifted her hips...

"You don't have to try to be the doting wife, he'd never fall for that, but simply tell him you've had a change of heart and want to improve things between the two of you...letting the rest come natural."

He grinned as Cerise moved into position without being to told to, resting on her hands and knees with her legs spread open to him, giving his fingers easy access to her body.... and wet sex.


With a grunt he thrust his cock deep into her sex and gripped her hips to begin fucking her savagely, her cries of pain and pleasure quickly joined by his own...

"Do this for me slut and you will please me...and I'll let you return to me and give you THIS"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise relished in the feel of his cock working her pussy as if it were simply nothing more than an orifice for her Master to use. She loved it though. The past two weeks had forced her to become something she never dreamed she would be. . .a slave to another. . .in this case a slave to a man’s cock and his pleasure. The torture, the drugs. . .all of them worked to destroy the dependent woman and in their wake was a woman that felt as if she were nothing. As she felt Tabor come, her own fluids joined his.

When his cock slid from her used cunt, she rolled to her back, he moved over her, pressing his weight against her trim form. Her fingers moved into his hair and the kiss they shared was hungry and lust-ful, yet there was a sense of it being a job to Cerise, she pushed that thought away and kissed her Master back. Eventually they parted and she rested on her back, looking up at the ceiling.

Inwardly Cerise would have laughed as she realized that Tabor had somehow convince people she’d left the party and gone nuts. She couldn’t believe it had been so easy. She had showed no signs of a breakdown before, yet Nicholas had fallen for it. . .why? What had he been doing during those two weeks? How much of her wealth had he embezzled?

“I’ll do whatever I can to win his trust, Master. Knowing that I will continue to see you during the hours he is working will be enough to get me through the day.”

She also told herself that without Tabor’s twenty-four hour influence, perhaps a bit of her old self would come back. She still didn’t want to believe that the strong woman she’d once been was gone. . . Perhaps, she needed the drugs to keep her in check. . . she almost feared failing. . .but then again Tabor would be sure to keep her inline. . .wouldn’t he?

 

[BLACK BART]

"You'll see more often then you think Cerise."

Tabor smiled and stroked her face.

"You see the crowning touch to my plan is I'm now your Doctor...and your husbands new business partner, we met at the hospital as I was tending to you...he was so distraught over you being in that terrible car crashed and amazed you weren't killed...and grateful for my diligence in caring for you.

In the past two weeks he and I have become good friends...and I've offered him a chance to make a very profitable short term investment...IF he can come up with the funds, that is..."

Grinning Tabor pulled Cerise to him, removing her collar and claiming her lips before he quietly announced.

"I'll be with you when he comes to take you home from the hospital and have promised your husband to make regular and frequent check ups on your condition..."

Motioning with his hand Tabor as the masked and nude woman came quickly to them, her hand lifting to offer a syring half filled with a pale fluid...

"Stand and turn for me slut, then bend forward"

Tabor watched with shining eyes as the male counterpart joined them, dressed in black shorts and his own mask, to grip Cerise's arm as the woman did the other.

"I do so love doing this to you slut and watching you as you pass out."

Tabor stepped forward and slid the needle into Cerise's trembling flank...

"When you wake you'll see your loving husband...and we'll be getting you ready to go HOME"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise welcomed the darkness, the feel of her Master’s cock in her mouth, the touch of the woman’s fingers on her breasts, and the filling of another thick rod in her throat, were the final things she recalled as she slipped into the abyss. Her only thought was of a question she had failed to ask her Master and if she were her normal self, she would have laughed at the absurdity of it all. . .how did he expect her to explain the nipple rings? . . .

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Cerise. . .wake up.”

The sound of another voice called to her from a thick fog. She opened her eyes and screwed up her face as she tried to see through the haze that covered her mind. “Nick?” she whispered, her throat parched and her lips dry. He smiled. She was taken back, noting that he seemed generally concerned. A cup was pressed to her lips and she sipped gingerly at the liquid, then more greedily. “Thank you,” she whispered, letting the liquid slide down her throat and settle into the empty pit of her stomach.

“The Doctor says you’re ready to go home now.”

Her wide eyes darted about the room as she suddenly remembered the conversation that she’d had before she passed out. A shudder of fear began to grip her chest as she looked for the face that was familiar to her. . .they met and a sigh of relief escaped her. She stared at Tabor, wanting nothing more than to run to him and plead for him to take her home. . .home. . .she wasn’t even sure what that word meant anymore.

Nicholas stroked her hair; Cerise pulled her attention from her Master and brought it back to her husband. “Home.”

“Yes, baby. We’re going home and we’re going to get back to normal. You’ve had a rough two weeks. I’ve been worried sick.”

Cerise wanted to laugh. She had to physically fight the urge. Swallowing the swells of humor and keeping them locked inside. Again she turned to Tabor, the question of “Do you really think I believe him?” was on the edge of her tongue, but she could see he was enjoying her discomfort. A twinge in her gut told her that was wrong. Someone who cares about you shouldn’t like it when you hurt. She pushed the thought away and felt her husband urge her to stand.

Soon she was walking beside him. Her body covered in a sweater and a soft pair of black slacks. Sensible shoes graced her feet and no jewelry covered her body. It was then that she felt the fabric of her bra and she realized the nipple rings were gone. . .something told her though that Tabor would have them for her when they met again, and over time she’d find some excuse to give her husband.

The light of the day hit her face and she breathed deep the air around them. A moment of freedom seemed to fill her and she gripped Nicholas’s shirt. “Oh God,” she whimpered as tears fell. One thought fell from her mind. . . “I’m free. . .”

 

[BLACK BART]

Tabor studied Cerise's face as she walked to the car with her husband, the mixed emotions on her pretty face a warning beacon to him after being so intimate with her in the past weeks.

"You gave her husband the prescriptions and instructions?"

He spoke over his shoulder as the Mercedes drove away.

"Yes...but do you think he'll give them to her?"

A female voice replied from behind as he waved a hand in farewell and then turned to face the woman.

"I'm counting on the fact he won't...and Cerise going through withdrawal symptons strong enough to make my professional presence needed around the clock...Nicholas can't access her accounts if she isn't with him...and no bank will loan him more than lunch money, so he'll be desperate once he realizes the drugs he flushed down the toilet might have cost him millions because his wife is too sick to appear with him at the socials when he needs her there."

"He's that desperate for cash, why doesn't he just steal from his wife and get rid of her?"

Tabor smiled and slid his hand around the womans waist, pulling her roughly to him to watch her lips open as she moaned in anticipation...

"He has the American dream...nice house, beautiful wife...all the pleasures and niceities a man could ever want...Cerise is part of that dream and if he can convince the banks to back his partnership with me...he'll be rich enough to make him feel like he's the bread winner after all."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Nicholas held his wife close, thinking about how odd it was to have her clinging to him, but what shocked him more was that he wanted her too. His fingers moved through her hair and he whispered words of devotion to her. Perhaps they could fix their marriage, this accident could prove to be a blessing in disguise. He could make her fall in love with him again and with the new partnership with Evans, he’d have his own money and his own friends. For the first time in his eight year marriage to Cerise he would be the real provider. He kissed her head and closed his eyes. “We’ll be home soon, love.”

Cerise wiped her tears on her husband’s shirt. It was wrong to be needed. She was nothing. Tabor had told her she was a slut, a vessel for his come and now Nicholas was touching her, whispering words in her ears that contrasted with those she’d been forced to feed from for the last two weeks. She took a deep breath and then pushed herself away. “Don’t Nicholas. I’ve been fucked up for the last two weeks, but I know how you really feel about me.”

She couldn’t let him hold her, not when she was feeling so confused. Tabor wanted her to fall in love with her husband again. . .or at least act like it, but she couldn’t right now, she feared too much. She needed to clear her head and think more about what she was supposed to do. Tabor wanted information, but why? She still didn’t know why.

“Did you get my medicine?” she asked.

Nicholas stared at her. “Medicine?”

“Yeah, surly I have prescriptions or something that needs filled. I already feel a headache coming on.”

“I have some Tylenol. . .but.”

“Tylenol!? No I mean medicines from the Ta. . .Doctor Evans. Jesus Christ Nicolas, surly he gave you something for me?” She wanted the mind numbing blanket back. If she had it then she wouldn’t have to worry about acting on Tabor’s wishes. She could fuck her husband and not feel anything. She could just lay there in a state of acceptance and not want joy or pleasure. After all that was how Tabor liked her. . .drugged up and barely coherent. She’d need that to fuck Nicholas.

“No baby. He didn’t give me anything. . .but like I said I have Tylenol.”

“Fuck the tylenol,” she hissed and then curled herself against the side of the car as their limo driver continued to take her back to Hell. . . then again, Cerise thought, hadn’t she just escaped it?

 

[BLACK BART]

"Doctor Evans...Cerise needs help...she's sick..."

Tabor listened to the worried voice over his phone and smiled at the nude figure in the bed beside him, the sunrise filtering through a window to make her body glow with wild colors that all screamed of sex...

"Give me one hour and I'll be there Nick, keep her calm and still...if you can?"

He replied, placing the phone in it's cradle and rolling out of bed.

"Get up, we need to shower and go see our patient, seems her husband "lost" the prescription..."

****** ******* *******​

"Nick, Nick, Nick....I told you every four hours when I gave them to you, didn't I?"

Tabor stood beside Cherise as she lay in her bed and chastised her husband, enjoying his discomfort as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a drug filled bottle.

"Here's a SECOND prescription then, good thing you told me the truth about flushing the first or I wouldn't have brought THESE with..."

He continued berating the man and watched him glance at his watch for the fifth time since they entered the shaking and wild eyed womans room.

"Allright"

He sighed and turned to Cerise to look into her eyes.

"Get off to work, I'll take care of your wife for you today"

Tabor didn't need to turn to know Nick had quickly run away, the door closing and leaving the two of them alone as he shook out a single tablet and offered it to Cerise with a glass of water...

"I'm sorry Cerise, I never dreamed..."

He offered gently and accepted the glass, her bitter words attacking him as he turned to place it on her nightstand.

"What did you get me hooked on Tabor...what is this crap I can't live without?"

And he smiled as he turned back to her.

"My own blend slut...opiate, morphine and a drug called Extasy....Now watch your tone or you'll upset me...and you're not ready for that this morning, are you?"

Watching her face he could literally see the drug take effect, and yet her eyes remained hard and mistrusting...

"I didn't think so...Now go clean yourself up and get dressed for me...a nice risque top and a short skirt that will show those legs off I'm thinking...but skip the panties, you won't need them where I'm taking you..."

His own eyes reflected a hardness of his own and he stared her down as he spoke, never dropping his gaze until she slipped out of bed and into her bath...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise closed the door behind her, leaving her alone in the large Master bathroom. She locked the door and started her bath water, setting the faucets to full force. She stared into the water as it began to fill the tub. She knew a shower would have been faster, but she also didn’t want to give Tabor the satisfaction of her rushing to do his bidding. She could already tell she was going to be that slut again. . .a shudder of disgust rolled through her and she felt her shoulders slumping in defeat. She rose from the floor and pulled off her clothes, then slipped into the water. “Maybe I can drown,” she whispered as she pushed her foot against the faucets and turned them off. “Drown and just quit. . .”

She knew she wouldn’t. She would never give Tabor or Nicholas the satisfaction of finding her dead from her own hand. Her fingers trembled as she picked up the loofa and squeezed some bath gel over the soft cloth. Instinctively she closed her eyes, knowing the effects of the drug were slowly working its way through her blood stream. “I hate you,” she whispered to no one, but she knew who her words were for.

She washed herself, letting the hot water coat her and the sweet smell of jasmine cover her skin. Once she was done, she soaked for a few minutes, then pulled the plug before stepping out of the wet porcelain and walking over to the shower where she rinsed away the soap she’d lay in. Her hair was scrubbed and conditioned. Occasionally she held onto the wall to calm the dizziness she was experiencing. After the shower, she dried her hair and applied a thin layer of lipstick as well as some light powder for her eyes and cheek. Her skin began to itch, as did the warm flesh between her thighs. “Damn you, Tabor,” she hissed, curling her fingers around the sink. She glanced to the toilet, but knew it was too late to expel the drug. It was already in her system and she was going to have to accept it.

Taking a deep breath she moved to her walk-in closet that was attached to the bathroom and the Master Bedroom, where Tabor waited. She knew he’d be livid over the amount of time she’d wasting in getting ready, but she also knew he couldn’t hurt her. . .at least not physically. Any new bruises would have to be explained away and Nicholas was not an idiot, nor was Tabor. If Tabor bruised her and then offered some stupid excuse. . .like she walked into a door, or she fell down the stairs, Nicholas would think him incompetent and unable to keep her safe.

Another calming breath helped her sift through her clothing and eventually she settled on what she hoped would do what Tabor wanted it to do. She chastised herself for carrying what he thought, telling herself it was the drugs not her desire to look good, no matter what he did to her. She slipped on the red floral skirt and its matching beaded top, hugged her like a second skin. The shoes she chose added another four inches to her legs and their crimson color made the outfit complete.

Cerise paused to look at her reflection, ran her fingers over her breasts, felt the hard nipples and whimpered. She knew what was happening and she knew Tabor was the reason behind it all. “He’ll fuck up eventually,” she whispered to the slut that looked back at her, before opening the other end of the closet door and stepping back into the room where Tabor waited. Her body responded to the heat of his stare and she swallowed, knowing that with one touch, she would cave to his every whim.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Very Nice"

Tabor complimented as he studied her, his eyes going from her body to her face and eyes.

"Almost worth waiting for..."

Stepping forward he wrapped a possesive arm around her waist and slowly pulled her to him, Cerise lifting her arms and trying to stop him as he bent his neck to lower his lips to hers.

"Bastard"

Ignoring the curse to his birth he kissed her, holding a hand to her head and taking his time, to feel her lips open under his and pushing his tongue into her sweet mouth...

"Slut..."

He returned as he broke the kiss and stared at her.

"Aren't you?"

He demanded and kissed her a second time, crushing her lips and her will as he pulled her groin to his own male hardness...and feeling the stiffness of her body fleeing as the kiss warmed her.

"Yessss"

He smiled as she moaned her reply, and wrapped an arm around her waist...

"Lets go we'll finish this in the car on the way over"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise felt her pussy tighten in anticipation. The drugs did their thing, making her into something she didn’t like. She pressed herself against Tabor as they walked through the house. “Where’s Emily?” she asked, wondering where her maid was.

“Nicholas gave her a much needed vacation. She’s not planning on coming back any time soon, but don’t worry, there is a weekly service that will come and take care of the house. . .now slut, let’s not dwell on anything, but how you’re going to make it up to me for the way you spoke earlier.”

Cerise whimpered softly, but a spark of lust flared and she ran her hand down his chest to rest on his stomach. The limo had been pulled to the back of the house and she was tossed into it. The black partition raised, gave Cerise no vision as to who was driving.

She knew though it would be either the whore she’d serviced many times during her captivity or the bastard that had taken pleasure in repeatedly abusing her mouth, ass, and pussy. Cerise could almost tolerate and accept Tabor’s perversions if he would leave the other two out of them. But she knew that wouldn’t happen.

When he settled in beside her, she slipped over to him and began to work on his slacks. “You said we’d take care of this,” she purred as her skin crawled with the need to be touched and her nipples ached to be used, as did her pussy, the juices slipping free of their velvet home to rest on her thighs.

 

[BLACK BART]

"You asked me who paid to do this to you one time Cerise"

Tabor asked quietly as the car pulled away from the estate...

"No one did...they paid me to get to Nick anyway possible...so I did...but what I found out later made me wonder if you were the leverage I actually needed...the people who pay me weren't impressed...they told me to get rid of you and try a new tactic....Instead I convinced them to see it my way...that with this deal I've offered your husband...you'd be a valuable asset..."

Cupping a full breast under the hem of the tiny top Tabor pinched the nipple and drew a gasp of pleasure in response....and pulled Cerise on top of him...

"Keep this up Cerise...and I won't be able to help you much longer...now hike that skirt up lets see if you listen better to my wishes about your pussy...then you do about your life..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise heard Tabor’s threats on her life, but as the drugs slipped through her veins it was only a second thought compared to the lust that the was rolling through. She lifted her skirt, boldly displaying her pussy, for her Master. Her hands had already freed his cock; her fingers had already stroked it several times, pre cum slipping easily from the head, tempting her. She wanted to feel it deep inside her, her throat, her sex, her ass. . . she didn’t care really.

Her hand moved his cock to her slit and she pushed herself up on her knees. The thrust her hips forward, as she pushed his dick back. With one swift movement she took his full length into her slick home and moaned in pleasure.

“Oh God, Master.”

Her tongue snaked out to moisten her lips. Her hands moved up to grip his shoulders and she lifted herself up and down, squeezing his cock, then releasing it. “I’ve missed this,” she hissed. Cerise surprised herself. She did miss it. . .even without drugs she would have pissed Tabor’s touch. She couldn’t answer why, it was too confusing to hate a man that made your body feel alive.

“Please,” she whispered, “Please fuck me harder.”

It felt to her as if she were merely riding his cock, but she wanted to feel used again. She needed an excuse to get off, so she could blame it all on the drugs and the man. Cerise wanted someone to be at fault for her lustfulness. . . anyone but her.

 

[BLACK BART]

Tabor smiled as Cerise began to fuck him, her cunt wet and eager as it slid up and down his full length making greedy, sucking noises...

"You fit the image of a slut as well as your cunt fits my cock Cerise"

Pulling her top off over her head he gripped her wrists, twisting them behind her back and watching a flash of pain flitter across her features with mild satisfaction...

"And it seems you miss my fucking you worse than you miss your pills"

"Yes Master, please FUCK ME"

Wild eyed and cheeks flushed Cerise rode his cock, her breasts swaying within reach of his lips as she begged him to use her body, the thought of what she had done in the past for him making his cock swell even larger and drawing a groan of pleasure from Cerise.

It was then he returned her thrusts, driving his body upwards to slam into her own as it came down, the impact making a meaty sound and drawing a moan of mixed pleasures from her throat.

"You belong to me Cerise, I'm disappointed how quickly you've forgotten that...and how easily you've lost faith in me..."

He chastised her between thrusts, feeling his own lust rise in his groin and quickly threaten to spill out into her soaking wet sex...

"It seems I need to give you another lesson...."

He grunted out the words as he tried to slow his own orgasm, then grinned as he felt and heard Cerise beat him to the finish line....

"In obediance...."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise’s climax caught her by surprise as she tried to listen to Tabor. Her shuddering was violent as her breath caught in her throat. Her climax rippled in heated waves of fire that coursed through her body; her seed covered her Master and his name fell from her lips as she fell forward and draped her body over his. She pressed a kiss to his neck, then pulled back, his cock still hard and buried deep in her pussy.

It was the look in his eyes that made her replay the words he’d whispered and grunted as she rode his shaft. “Obedience?”

Her face showed her confusion. “I obeyed you, Master? I washed and got dressed, wore no panties. . .”

Cerise still felt aroused, but not as much as she had in the beginning when those two weeks had been filled with pain and then later pleasure. She wondered if he were weaning her off of it, with a less than potent dose, but she wasn’t sure. “Tab. . .Master. . .”

But she saw the hand moving and flinched, only to be surprised by the firm grip on her throat. “Come on Tabor. . . why not hit me. . . scared of the bruises.”

Again she flinched, almost pleading for her mind to become that fog from two weeks ago. “I’m sorry, Master. . .” she gasped as his fingers slowly began to tighten.

 

[BLACK BART]

"I thought you had moved past defiance Pet"

Tabor held her neck in his hand, his fingers surrounding a full two thirds of it easily, his grip slowly cutting off her air without destroying her airway...

"You show such great promise...made me feel such pride in you...and yet the first time I place my faith in you, you disappoint me...

One hand pinning hers behind her back...the other slowly choking the air from her body...he felt her cunt spasm on his cock still deep inside her...

"I gave you freedom slut...but did not send you away from me....your will and body still belong to me....for as long as I wish, is that not correct?"

Again her cunt spasmed and Tabor leered at Cerise as a mini-orgasm rippled through her body...and she whimpered helplessly in his grasp...

"You and I are one of the same kind Cerise...I fulfill your desires to be set free of the rules that burden and restrict you and give you pleasure that you can not find from any other...while you honor me with.your obediance and your body..."

Cerise quivered again, her body growing weaker from the lack of air...and yet her sex continued to grip and massage his cock as he watched...

"You belong to me Cerise...and no other"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise tried to listen. Her fingers curled into fists, her arms jerked as she tried to free herself, the need to claw her way to freedom was great, but she knew she could not. Her arms were bound by her Master’s firm grip and she saw dots flash across her lids.

She was going to die.

A sense of calmness suddenly filled her and she tried to tempt her Master’s anger again. He could release her with just a few more squeezes. He could give her the blessed darkness.

“I am nothing. . .like you. . .” she hissed, before the darkness consumed the last specks of light. Her eyes rolled back and her lids fluttered closed, as her body moved on instinct, milking her lover’s cock, squeezing with the rhythm of her slowing pulse.

As her thoughts slipped to join the black abyss, she swore her Master had flooded her pussy with his cream. A sigh of pleasure. . .relief. . .satisfaction. . .left her parted lips as her own body released another fountain of her frothy cream.

 

[BLACK BART]

"You're wrong, you know..."

Tabor spoke to the slowly waking woman and fondled her body as she rolled on the beds surface to face him...and found herself unable to...

"You're wrong in not being honest with yourself...denying yourself the pleasure in serving someone...and finding that pleasure become even greater when he uses you."

A finger deep in her sex he smiled as she bucked her body upwards...trying to fuck his digit even as she cursed him...and then begged for more...

"Blame the drugs.....blame me...if you wish..."

Tabor continued as he slid another finger in to feel her wash them with her juices, her eyes cutting holes in him with her anger...and hate...

"But in the end you have to admit it to yourself....you like this...need it....crave it like the drugs I've been feeding you..."

"NEVER!"

Tabor smiled and removed his hand, licking the womans cum off them as he eyed her bound body, then nodded to the masked man and woman who stood out of her sight...

"So it's the drugs then...Is that why you behave like this Cerise...Is that what you think?"

"Yes, you bastard, we both KNOW the truth..."

Cerise hissed at him and sat up as she found herself free...

"One of us does Pet..."

Tabor pulled the pill container from his pocket and popped it open, then took the glass of water the masked man held ready...

"The other...is lying "

Pouring the contents into his own mouth he washed it down with the water, his teeth crunching the remaining few and then swallowed them...

"To herself..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise’s face paled as she watched him tip the bottle back, down the water and swallow whatever bits and pieces had remained behind. Her gaze followed his hands, then back to the bottle. “That proves nothing,” she told him, though deep inside she knew even after he’d given her the pill and she made her way to the limo and fucked him in the interior that something wasn’t right. She’d been more aware of her surroundings.

“You switched the pills. I’ve been unconscious, you stupid fuck. You could have done anything you wanted to me and to that bottle. You’ve done it before. . .so why wouldn’t you do it again?”

She curled her legs to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them. “Drugs or not. . .you still have me, Master.” The name fell from her lips, dripping with sarcasm and hatred. “You’re still the big bully who needs his lackey’s to control his woman.”

Her mind told her to shut up. It told her she was treading on thin ice. . .but she needed the freedom that the pills and his anger gave her. It was easy to blame your body's natural instincts when the actions were forced upon you.

“I agreed to give you whatever information you wanted. There isn’t any.” Cerise felt her lower lip shaking; she bit it in order to stop its quivering. Her fingers slipped to her neck, she prayed when she got home there would be marks.

 

[BLACK BART]

"All right Cerise"

Tabor eyed the woman and quietly admired the beauty her anger brought out in her.

"Let's just think this our your way for a few minutes...Let's just say I am the bastard and bully you've accused me of being and that everything I've done to you so far has been for the sole purpose of getting my rocks off.

Let's also say that my pending partnership with your husband is also for the sole purpose of greed and stealing your millions...Using that line of thinking I'm the one hurting you...I'm the one that's at the root of all your troubles...and I'm the one stopping you from living your perfect.....little.....*****.

With me out of your life everything should quickly return to normal..and you can return to kicking around that sniveling piece of flesh you call a husband, is that correct?"

"Yes, you bastard...But you don't have the balls to admit it and let me go.

Tabor nodded and then motioned to the woman who hovered close by and spoke to her...

"Go get her clothes and my phone will you, then change back into your driving uniform..."

A minute later she returned, handing his phone to him and then looking to Tabors face to see what to do with the scanty outfit Cerise had worn....

"Give it to her, I have a call to make and want her to listen to it while she dresses..."

Tabor instructed gently and dialed a number, his eyes on Cerise as the line rang and was then answered...

"Nick? This is Tabor...The dates been moved up on the project...two days...yes, that's right...I know you don't have the money...So I guess you'll have to pass on this one....Nick, come on now...We both know you don't have access to that kind of cash...Yes, I know the bank was going to lend you it, but that was with your wifes signature...and since the two of you seem less than friendly....No,I can't hold off on it Nick....all right Nick don't be foolish enough to threaten me...I'm going to hang up...Goodbye Nick..."

Cerise had dressed and stood listening to the one sided conversation..her fists on her hips and making an erotic pose that Tabor silently admired until he ended the call...

"There you are Cerise....I'm out of your life completely...my "Lackey" will drop you off at your house and you'll never see me again, you can try kicking that man of yours around when he comes home...but be careful, even the smallest mongrel will attack if you back them into a corner...But never mind..you know all that don't you, YOU have ALL the answers..."

He watched as she stalked off, trying to appear calm and collected as she slid into the back of the car, her face averted from the window as it pulled away...as if she was content with her victory and he didn't matter to her...

"Terry, do you have our men in place at her house?"

Tabor asked as he watched the car drive away...

"Yes sir, she'll be watched night and day...as you requested."

"Good, then lets go home...I'm tired of this and have had enough...for one day"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise knew something was up. The moment she was allowed to leave and was actually delivered to her door and not drove out to some pier and murdered, she knew Tabor was still up to something. If it had been so simple as that. . .he would never have gone to all the trouble of “training” her like he had. She exited the car, the driver remaining inside. Quickly she headed inside, locking the door behind her.

She ran upstairs and showered, changing her clothes and pulling on a pair of jeans and a thick sweater, anything to hide the body that had betrayed her. The next step in her plan was to call her at home security agency. She demanded a new password, fearful that Tabor had somehow tapped into her home, more than she was aware of. Another call had one of her lawyer’s at her door within an hour. She was given the name to a man who would sweep her home for electronic bugs, and promised to call him tomorrow. Her accounts were checked and she found that Nicholas had not yet gotten a hold of her money. “Remove him from my accounts. Under no circumstances is he allowed to touch my money. He’s got an allowance. . that is all he will be allowed to use.”

Cerise had been lax on Nicholas. Over the years giving him more and more access to her money, but not the bulk of it. With her mind now free of the drugs, drugs she still felt had been forced down her throat, she was able to think. The lawyer agreed and then left; he was her father’s lawyer and she knew he could be trusted. The security agency called and informed her that the passwords had been changed. They gave them to her and she made a mental note of them, as well as telling herself to inform Nicholas when he returned home.

Hours passed, yet Cerise still did not feel safe. Nicholas arrived home and she studied him, waiting for him to pounce on her. “I went to the bank today.”

His statement was said over veal and vegetables. “Did you?”

“Yes, it seems you’ve frozen a few of my accounts and only my. . .allowance is accessible to me.” His brows rose as he sneered at her.

“Yes, I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like you. Remember? Or did you think we were going to pick up where we left off?” She popped a cherry tomato into her mouth and enjoyed the sweet juice as it splashed against her cheeks.

He was across the table with his hands around her throat, before she could swallow. Her eyes grew wide as he squeezed the life from her. She spit the tomato out and then hissed. “You’re not in the Will you fuck. . . so think before you kill me.” Just as quickly he released her and sat back down. She rose from the table and left the room.

An hour later Nicholas was on the phone, a wadded piece of paper in his hand. The number of a stranger he’d met one night in a bar scribbled on its surface. When he hung up, he walked to Cerise bedroom, and watched her sleep. “You may not have me in your Will... but I have you on a five-million dollar life insurance policy.”

 

[BLACK BART]

"And Cerise is safe for the moment, you're sure of it?"

Tabor questioned his man over the phone and listened carefully to him explain the events of the evening...

"I'd like that recording of Nick and this man, as well as the number, can you arrange to have them sent over?"

Tabor leaned back in his chair mulling over the events of the past twelve hours and the implications of Nick's rash actions...

"Keep track of her and notify me if she leaves her home...I assume you have the tracking devices in place on her vehicles?"

Assured she was safe enough for the time being Tabor knew Cerise's life was on a short fuse and her own temper and stubborness was threatening to light the fire even quicker...

*Hours later that same morning the tape arrived.... Tabor listening quietly to it before making another call to find the number leading him to a dive of a bar and befriending a rank smelling but quite deadly man...and hours later, after buying endless drinks and listening to the drunk mans braggings he returned with the unconcious man to his own home....to make a final phone...*

"This is Tabor Evans calling...Tell your Lady Cerise I have a recording she'll want to listen to.....and a story about a man I met in a bar..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise stared at the water that lapped along the edges of her pool. Nicholas was gone, not a word spoken to her. Emily was also gone, thanks to Nicholas’s generosity at giving her an extended vacation. Cerise was alone, with the exception of the cleaning crew that had been hired while she was gone. One of them brought her a phone and a number. “The gentleman said to call him back.”

She took both and then tossed the number to the table beside her. She had it memorized, it was her Lawyer’s and after yesterday she assumed their business was done. When his strong and trusting voice came over the line she felt herself relax. Then she tensed. “Did he leave a way to get a hold of him?” she asked.

“No. Just said he had a tape you’d want to hear. . . isn’t this the Doctor who was treating you?”

“I don’t know,” she lied to her lawyer. “If he calls again, tell him I’ll be at Renaldo’s. He can meet me there for lunch. If he doesn’t want to meet there then he’ll have to find me, won’t he.” She hung up the phone, angry and worried.

She wouldn’t meet him in private. Never again would she do such a thing. She trembled as she reached for her ice tea, drinking it deep, and trying to ignore the feeling that had rushed through her when she heard his name. Her fingers gripped the glass tight as she closed her eyes and tried to think of anything but the handsome man who had turned her world upside down.

An hour passed and she found herself reaching for a revealing gown, knowing Tabor would enjoy seeing her in it, her breasts displayed her navel showing. The long legs highlighted by crimson silk. She cursed herself, pushing the erotic gown to the back of her closet and instead choosing a satin and lace blouse with pearl buttons and a silver thread trim on the neck and long sleeved cuffs. Her black skirt fell to her knees, stockings slid up her long legs, hugging her trim thighs. She slid on a pair of black heels and took a deep breath as she braided her hair and the drew on a pair of pearl earrings and a necklace. The slut inside her wanted the red dress, but the scared woman, fearful of herself, refused to let the little whore out.

Cerise climbed into her car and headed to Renaldo’s. Telling herself she would enjoy a light lunch, whether Tabor showed up or not.

 

[BLACK BART]

Tabor arrived at the same time Cerise did, his eyes enjoying the way her body moved under her clothes and the way her eyes spoke to him...

"You have good taste Cerise"

He complimented as he stepped beside her and wrapped a hand around her hip.

"I asked for a room where we might sit with the minimum of interruption, if you don't mind?"

He suggested and smiled as her anger flared in her eyes, her face showing nothing of the fire that lay so close to the satin skin...

"If you insist Tabor, after all...we are in public, aren't we?"


Her cool reminder came to him, and yet the look had quickly returned to her eyes...and she made no move to brush his hand off her hip as they followed the maitre de`....

Seating her was pleasure, for standing behind her his eyes were able to enjoy the sway of her breast and the sight of her legs...both bringing erotic memory of pleasure shared and a thrill to Tabors groin as he sat across from her...They moved through the ordering and drink choice...and the corner was quiet...Tabor enjoying the long moments to study his dinner partner and watch the way she glanced at him...

"You're a beautiful woman Cerise"

He complimented and sipped at his glass of water.

"One worth watching and waiting for."

His words drew a look of hate, telling him a sore spot had been touched, and he smiled...

"You don't like that idea, do you Cerise...of me watching over you...and yet you returned my call and meet me here, your eyes telling me of the desires you have while you deny us both those pleasures... Still I have good reason for spying on you...and that proof...is this."

Sliding a tiny player to her he left it sit in the center of the satin covered table, watching her as she touched it delicately with her manicured and polished nails...his eyes moving to her lips and dwelling there before lifting to her eyes...

"Play it Cerise...I want you to know who you can trust...and who you can't"

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Cerise looked at the tape player and pressed the play button. Her fingers curled into small fists as she listened to her husband arranging a hit on her life. She took the tape and placed it in her purse. She wasn’t sure what to say. Tabor sat across from her, watching her reaction and she sat there stunned and knowing he was enjoying himself.

“You can’t expect me to trust you.”

She glanced up at him, then down at her plate, where she toyed with a salad. “I can’t trust him either. Then again, I never trusted him. . . surprised he’s got the balls to try and kill me though. That shocks the hell out of me. . .but trust you over him?”

She would have laughed had she been able to get past the lump in her throat. “So what stops me from taking this tape to the police? He could be arrested and out of my life for good and so would you. You’d be happy. I’d be happy. We wouldn’t see each other. Neither one of us would be a thorn in the others side.”

Her hand trembled as she reached for her wine and grasped the stem of her glass. She took a drink, letting the flavors swirl in her mouth and then it warmed her belly.

“You spoke of pleasure Tabor. . .yet we both know that during that time there were drugs involved, perhaps, not all the time, but in the beginning there were. . .that wasn’t pleasure, that was forced responses from a woman you had tied down and beaten, subjected her to humiliation and degradation. There was no pleasure in the beginning and it is the beginning that fuels my hate.”

She rose from the table, dropping several bills as she gathered her purse and jacket. “You said your people wanted something from Nicholas. I would suggest they get it before he gets arrested.” Cerise turned to leave, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she did.