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The Reluctant Bride?

The man kept shoving me towards the old derelict house, the one where the murders took place or so the school rumour went! I wanted to run but he was quicker. “Com’on little pissy panties!” The fine drizzle made me shiver in just my rapidly chilling and transparent school uniform shirt as that man held my blazer jacket over his shaggy head.
I had pissed my pants so my trousers were soaked, and I would have shit myself too if I hadn’t had that unusual big dump at school! That big and I admit satisfying dump was the reason I missed my train and took that back alley route to the bus stop in the high street, where I met my a*****or!
That’s when that man, the one on the telly, the one the programme said was very violent and dangerous, that’s when he dragged me into that long dark alley off the high street! Of course I slipped his grip and ran, but he was quick and the punch left me bent over gasping and he said I could have more or be more cooperative! That’s when I pissed myself as he smiled rather disturbingly like in those cheesy horror films on the box.
He sniffed me as my hackles rose and said I smelt delightful now! The telly said he was dangerous, escaped from a nutter’s prison and I began to see what danger I was really in as he threw me into that vans side door and I blacked out...
I must have slept as I remembered the ashes of a vivid fantasy, something about pirates and rolling seas. But why was I the girl in the long frock being k**napped? I opened tired eyes to darkness and I suddenly remembered my a*****ion and thrashed around fighting my chains!
“You’ve calmed down I see my young Cherie.” Removing my hood as ordered I looked around the inside of a crumbling mansion. It had a locked and boarded cellar door, which he easily removed as if he had boarded and locked it! “Don’t run off in here my fiancé, there are holes and deep drops everywhere and if I’m upset I might forget to call for an ambulance if you...” He sighed. “I’d rather fun than pain... You my petit Cherie?” I nodded my throat too tight to speak.

I made up my mind to do whatever he wanted, whatever abuse he did to me I would accept in the hope that once his guard was down and the opportunity presented, I would bolt for my life! “That’s it Cherie now slowly up those stairs.” The odd way his hand seemed to push my bottom and finger my crotch made me want to vomit!
It was not violent just very strange and a little too eerily intimate! “The marital bed my sweet Cherie. I leave it to you to dress up for our first passionate entanglement. Who knows what I may do if I am in such a fine fettle? Maybe let a little princess go?” He made a sad face, a very bad actor’s version. “The other little princess she bite, she bit something she should not and I had to let her go... so deep. She went thud not splat! I thought that odd.”
I realised to my horror the last one he took was probably killed here for not pleasing this sicko! “Oh she did not dress nice either and I gave her so much time, not even red lips.” He closed the broken door with a grunt. “Don’t be a silly Cherie and upset your groom. Marriage isn’t a picnic moi petit Cherie!” His mouth left the broken fist-sized hole in the door.
I was just a teenager and admitting pretty immature in most worldly things, but for my youth my sexual awakening was quite advanced if not a little twisted! My thoughts turned to survival and in that I was somewhat lucky and of all things, actually somewhat qualified by my recent secret passions!
Mother’s and my older sister’s soiled underwear secreted from the bathrooms purple laundry basket were my playthings for dress up and games! Sniffing and playing dressed like my older sister in stockings, her skirts, dresses and all was my guilty pleasure! I was a little sissy fag and had even used mummy’s gold vibrator a few times when the house was quiet, even though its huge size made my bum sore afterwards!
Mother’s porno sex mags had shown me things, dildos, vibrators and how the shower could give me an enema so I could be a girl with a clean hole so mum’s vibro stayed shiny and sparkling! Now in a time of dire need I thought I knew what to do to survive this insane man’s dark dirty needs and Mum’s mags had shown me how to do just that!
A broken chest of drawers was roughly stuffed with lots of frilly women’s under things, all the things I wished my mum or sister had bought, things those women wore in mum’s porn mags!. I wanted them all, I was so excited by that discovery that my a*****or’s voice made me jump! “Five minutes mon Cherie!”
Spurred on by a heady mix of terror and my own lingerie desires I found a suspender belt, stockings, frilly panties and a bra and chemise all in white, or close to it. The white satin corset was gorgeous but I had not a clue how it could be laced other than with my maids help like in them TV dramas!
I dressed feeling excited by the lingerie but that element of fear was damping my youthful ardour.
As I looked in that wardrobes full-length mirror I imagined this a dream, a delightful fantasy where I was to meet my dream man dressed to make real his deepest desires! But it was a dream! Opening that wardrobe I discovered a huge wedding dress crammed inside which had my betraying heart all aflutter!
I was a sissy! Only a sissy boy could be so excited over a white dress! It fitted a little tightly on my rounded frame, my ‘puppy fat’ was hanging around not vanishing as I got older like mum said! “Mon Cherie my patience is limited!” His voice made my fingers more nimble and I got that corset front unlaced and stepped into my wedding dress for the first time.
I removed that satin bra with a frown, it was a comforting hug on soft boy tits and now I felt more scared boy than glamorous femme! The dress was tight but that corset front pulled my belly in tight as a girl’s slim waist appeared in the mirror. The front lacing did a number on my chest, raising it and pushing it into a cleavage. I had a bust, tits?
I bent with difficulty to retrieve the three pairs of new white stiletto heel ladies shoes, court shoes like mum’s that didn’t fit, but the second pair did! I breathed a sigh of relief as that rather femme girl stood on wobbly legs in her wedding attire. My youthful androgynous face was hesitantly smiling with rosy flushed cheeks making me look more tomboy than boy.
I had showered and cleaned my bottom with care and used a lot of that anal lubricant I found in the dressing table along with the makeup. I had worn lipstick before and I applied it easily with a sparkling lip gloss to seal it, but my mirror image’s smile looked less assured as the time drew nearer. I went with blue eye shadow, a little too heavy trying to mimic my mum’s old porno mags models!
I dabbed perfume where I had seen mum doing it. I had always watched her changing to go out as a k**. “Choose some sexy things for mummy.” I had always been used to seeing her in lingerie and half naked. I guess that’s where my tendencies to be femme came from. But now I had to be a woman!
The man, my k**napper I had to remind myself, returned and judging by his expressive and wild smile I had done well! “Oh my Cherie, I love the sixties look! You are the most desirable bride… Encore!” I wasn’t sure how pleased I should be as he applauded my efforts, but that sweeping hand indicating that old rather over used double bed! Brought me done to earth with a bang!
Would there be seduction, kissing of lips maybe his penis, a blow job? I was getting nervous as I walked over to the bed, my a*****or mumbling behind me, just how was this to start and would he hurt me? My answer was a rough hand shoving me onto the complaining metal sprung mattress as my dress was lifted high over my head covering me as I gasped. The rough tearing of rather pretty satin panties and kicked open silk stocking legs as one my shoes flew off and stuck in the wall signalled the end of my fantasy as hard reality drove home!
I screamed out as I was forced open by a pretty thick and very adult penis! He was a size match for mum’s bigger vibrator, the one I had fell on that day and it had hurt! But here I was taking more and yes it also hurt! My pleas fell of death ears as he drove into me those old rusty springs groaning and cracking as I screamed into that pungent bedding!
I screamed myself hoarse but he mistook my continued soft moaning and cries for pleasure. “Mon Cherie is in love so soon? We will make such love as never before seen!” he talked shit and was full of it, he did not seen as dangerous as the telly had claimed! He stretched me, but the pain began to ease as I grew aware of that full moving thing inside me.
Something was happening, those continual bumps as he pushed into me made my bottom fell strange, a connection between two people that felt so primal and so… Good, it felt incredibly good! My moaning became real the pain becoming something more aching, a feeling I couldn’t describe!
Tied to a double bed in a tumble down mansion, I was dressed as a bride and having just fulfilled my role in the marital bed I was left alone with just my thoughts and the rain hitting the big window for company. I was a real sissy, I had sated my husband’s needs, a sissy’s deepest fantasy and I was still just a teenager, a teenage boy!
The door opened three more times that dark stormy night. The first two times were amazingly pleasant love-making sessions. The first with my legs in the air I watched him fucking me and we kissed as his penis moved inside my belly! He tasted of alcohol and I think I was getting dizzy from his fumes and tainted saliva! It was an amazing fuck!
The next, an hour later had me making that big penis stiffen with my lips and tongue before he had my straddle him in a riding position, his hands painfully crushing my puppy-fat tits as I rode him like a cowgirl! I was doing the fucking that time, and me his prisoner?
The third time he positively reeked of alcohol as he tied my arms wide as I lay on my back with my head hung over the edge of the mattress. His naked bottom hung over me and I feared the worse, I wasn’t far wrong! I had to lick his dirty greasy arse hole as he pressed and rubbed it against my face ruining my carefully applied makeup!
This new vile man was not gentle or genteel, he pulled my head back and his penis was in my mouth but he wasn’t stopping! Puking for the fifth time my face was plastered, my tears invisible as I pleaded for mercy again and again! His penis pushed down my throat repeatedly as I struggled to breathe, gasping and puking as his face remained passive.
This man was the vicious killer, the k**napper the TV focused on! Unpleasant and frightening as this form of fucking was I made sure I was totally docile, completely submissive and making damn sure I didn’t bite that disgusting oral intruder!
He threw me down on the floor my arse hitting the floorboards painfully as he again force fed me his dripping slimy cock squashing his balls against my throat as I gagged and puked even more. My wedding dress was covered, my new cleavage a pool of disgusting puke as I gave up all hope of salvation!
At last he pulled out his cum deeply deposited down my throat as his penis blasted my face with stinking alcoholic tasting piss! His face was expressionless as he hosed me down like I was some filthy thing he’d found! I was crying, soaked and covered in slimy puke and mucus from his vile mouth fucking. So much different from before it left me shaking with fear and rage at my immature stupidity, playing the willing bride to a dangerous killer, one whom I was hostage to!
During that wet and wild night the open walled bathroom was too violent and dangerous to bath in so I wrapped out covered in puke, a stinking sweaty mess of piss soaked satin and lace. I was so naïve earlier thinking I was his girl, kissing and cuddling, why was I so fucking stupid and queer?
Luckily my ordeal had exhausted me and sweet sleep stole me from my disgusting nightmare. But the morning brought little in the way of respite. My captor made his filthy bride, who now matched him for fragrance, suck his penis and smile sweetly as his jiz covered her face and lips. I licked my red lipstick coated lips and leaned forward to clean his knob head, surprising my a*****or as I played at being the compliant, dutiful bride! Truth be told I wasn’t so much playing, I was living a fantasy for I knew this one would have a less than Disney ending, but I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could! Was this a sissy survival mode?
By the third day still locked in this room I was beginning to worry. My ‘hubby’ had only fed me his sperm, in my arse and down my throat, nothing else bar some lube in my stretched bottom and water! There was no freedom on the end of this marriage game and I feared this would be my last days in this house and world!
By the fifth day I collapsed as we climaxed together on that worn bedding too exhausted and weak to continue. I feared punishment or worse but not a smile and dinner! Fish and chips with mushy peas and bread and butter, lots of butter and a large bottle of coke revived my tired body. He watched me eat with a hint of regret as if that other self was beyond his control. I smiled and thanked him for the meal.
That big meal and bottle of fizzing coke refuelled my tired body but now I needed the toilet before lovemaking and my bedrooms toilet was off limits. “I’m done spoiling my Cherie and you need to learn your way around your last home.” He said ‘my Cherie’ but that cold man was there again and he said ‘last home’!
“Be careful of the collapsed floor!” He warned as I walked to the toilet in my white stilettos trying to walk steadily in my putrescent wedding dress. Looking down I saw my laddered stockings and stained satin shoes and my lip trembled again. His wolf whistle made my heart skip a beat, but was it fear or pleasure? Or maybe it was the steep three-story drop beside me as I practised balancing in my five-inch stiletto heels!
The toilet was open to that chasm and I sat gingerly over its stained rim as my arse evacuated itself with a splutter of lube, bum-jelly, shit and spunk and much gas! Of course the toilet was dry and already full of shit buzzing with flies, which my trumpeting arse blew away! Unthinking I pulled the flush and jumped back as rusty brown water filled that messy bowl and the disgusting contents over the brown rim!
I heard a sound as it poured below and, on my stocking knees I peered through the floor, holding my veil clear to see clearly. I stifled a cry as I saw movement below. It was a young boy like me dressed as a bride but he was dragging a dark stained leg, his stocking wet and shiny looking!
“Mon Cherie I’m waiting!” The boy’s face turned up and I saw the terror there as he slid back into the shadows that pale drawn face haunting me. Had he fallen there? Been pushed or thrown? Was he the one I was replacing? Leaning over the edge I looked deeper into the chasm, down to the flooded pool some floors below my precarious perch.
Something pale, a wedding dress floated into the pale light and to my horror it didn’t look empty! I lent further out and looked back under to see another phantom bride half in the water. Straining my eyes I saw the purple patched legs of a bride, decomposing legs still clad in stocking fragments and one small foot in an identical stiletto shoe to my own, only much smaller!
He was undoubtedly a killer and those missing youngsters, teens or younger were no doubt down in that watery grave rotting as I played house with my new hubby! I felt as wretched as I looked! That boy appeared again and worse still he waved at me sealing my fate. Now I had to do something to save us both and I was at a loss and I knew I could play no longer.
I knew this man had killed and a*****ed k**s who were never found, escaped from his metal asylum and had continued his devilry. So why was I still breathing? After a long night’s session I asked him straight, feeling reckless as I cleaned his warm penis with my tongue and smeared lipstick lips.
“Mon petit Cherie I have found my bride after such long searches, why would I want to change such an angel?” That night as I lay on fresh clean sheets, covered in a new warm duvet, my head on a clean fluffy pillow I thought about that boy below. I hid in comfort guilt making my sleep fitful at best!
The morning saw my wedding dress gone and in its place a clear bag containing a heavily stained piece of folded whitish material. There was a note written in a very stylish hand.
“Mon Cherie for weeks I watched you from afar and night upon night I lavished my manly seed upon this dress in lieu of your heavenly body, carefully sealing this bag so that one day all my love will cover your body as we lay together as man and wife.”
He was a nutter to be sure, he had followed me, selected me? I felt a touch flattered, wrong as that feeling was, but I felt it anyway! I felt that bag and wondered how many times had he spunked on this dress as he imagined being with me?
It stunk to the highest heaven! A smell so strong it made my ‘Mr Cherie’ smell of roses in comparison! Then why was my dick as hard as my nipples as I sniffed the damp cloth? I stretched it on, stinking like I imagined the skankiest whore would smell after entertaining a ship full of sailors! I was unprepared for the level of excitement that dress caused my k**napper and faux husband!
For five straight days I was fucked harder than I could imagine an arse hole could be fucked! What kept him so hard as my tiny flaccid pickle shrank between fat thighs? My anus was blooming, in that it stuck out like a bloated pink fanny flower! He called it a rosebud, something only proper sissy boys get, his words!
I dropped food to that boy below. He always thanked me but in reality I secretly would rather he died so I could have my fantasy a while longer. I carried on with our married charade for a week more all the time knowing that boy below was suffering, even as I fed him and played wifey with my hubby!
But if he’s dead why do I need to stop my survival game? The bride reflected in that cracked mirror looked a little too like the husband she was bedding night and day as she fixed her glossy red lips! Was I becoming so uncaring, so like him?
After a glorious morning of hard rampant sex with coffee and donuts I walked arm in arm with my doting husband to admire the sunshine across those abandoned buildings as I brushed sugar from my lips before he leant down and we kissed like a fledgling couple in love, heavy breathing and petting as the sun warmed us.
We shared the marital bed now and I believed he trusted me. I wasn’t play acting my affection for him and he knew my reactions to that glorious manhood inside me were genuine. I even wore his spunky dress with pride and he appreciated that. But tonight I would not be his.
I covered my ears turning away as that piercing scream echoed off the walls as my husband hit the floor’s edge bellow, careering off across that void before dropping lower with a crash of timber and a sickening thud and splash of water! I fell down on the edge crying. I had pushed him, an evil k**napping and depraved murderer of c***dren! I had pushed him to his death.
I stood seriously contemplating throwing myself over joining the man I knew I loved, to be together forever, always as... I heard that boy's pitiful cry for help and paused conflicted. I had a duty to help him if I could. I stepped forwards but again his pleas halted my suicide!
It saved a foolish boy’s life! I climbed down to the boy in my bridal heels, they were natural to me by then. He smiled in stocking feet lying were he had fallen due to an infected leg. He smiled as I bent to look at his wounds displaying quite a cleavage. "I thought you was going to jump." I nodded wiping my tears. “Me too!”
I cleaned the boy’s leg and pulled on the fresher stockings I had found in the chest of drawers near his bedding before I realised how absurd that was! “Did you love him?” I turned away to hide my guilty tears. “I heard you together, you never screamed for him to stop like we did, never cried he was hurting us?” I turned back with shameful tears to add to my already broken heart. I turned and he saw my tears. “Yes.” I sobbed. The boy looked surprised. “You were really going to jump?” I looked across the disturbed dark water. “If you weren’t here I still might!”
With his leg supported with a stocking and strumpfhose tied splint, the boy helped me and we pulled two decaying brides from the water and placed another four more beside the dead man’s cloth covered body. “How did, why did I love a monster?” The other boy a German who spoke good English shrugged. “Maybe you a sissy like you say, like men to fuck with you in loving way. Maybe he is loving you?” Stupidly I cried again as the boy hugged me.
“What you say, fucking me!” The boy held the phone with a shaking hand, it was working and the dial had the old hotels address in German? “Not German.” The boy said as he called the operator and then the police. But it took some time to be understood and it was several hours before the Policie České republiky helicopter appeared overhead.
With my friend in an ambulance I led the surprised policeman to the lower basement, to the bodies of the missing victims and the open yellow duvet with no body in it! Then it was a police and media circus as the manhunt began...
My interrogation was long and in depth and they finally broke me as I admitted to loving my captor. "If indeed he was your captor?" Those two elderly women psychiatrists nearly had me pegged as a willing accomplice before that German boy rose to my defence!
I stayed with the relieved German boy’s parents for a week before returning home alone to the media circus, wrecking both my parent’s lives and any hope I had of returning to my school, or school life!
My parents were quiet, avoiding me whenever possible and my sister was absent! “She’s...” Again that awkward stare and silence. “She’s staying with a friend.” For three months this ‘staying with a friend’ charade went on along with the awkward stares and strange silences, I knew I was an outcast in my own home, the suspicion that I was his lover and accomplice never went away!
“It says he loved that man, that vile thing, he destroyed our baby boy, took him from us!” I watched her crying on the sofa and quietly sneaked back upstairs, passed the empty room of my sister and into the ‘dead’ or was that ‘missing’ boys room to cry!
Four more awkward months later it was Christmas time. I still had not returned to school and I was still dead or missing as far as my parents believed; dead to them anyway! I unwrapped my one Christmas present, smiled at the dead fish eyed parents of that dead or missing boy and went upstairs to sob into my pillow!
The Christmas table laid for three looked amazing and my spirits were lifted, I sat on the stair smiling. Even if my sister wasn’t here it would be...
Mother was sniffing as she took away the third setting. “Mary said she’s busy and can’t come this year, oh that girl” I saw my father comfort her as I prepared to scream. “What about me, your son!” But I bit my lip hard and went back to my room hungry. I was dead to those unfeeling fuckers, that ‘monster’ had treated my better in the end!
I looked into my bedroom mirror wearing my sister’s bra and white dress and underwear, the shrinks had refused my request to keep my husband’s gifts! "You should have followed him dumb bitch!" I spent another night of angry and solitary sobbing.
Clauss’s note was a cheerful as it was heart rending! “I am so spoilt by them all! The tree was balanced on the piles of presents and if they say they love me once more I may scream! “I smiled reading the bottom of the third page. “So glad you are in the same boat and suffering such kindness, back at school two. We were two lucky brides to survive such a monstrous adventure! I read in my gloomy room, the present on my bed still half wrapped. “P.S. I may have developed a little crush too, wink wink. Clauss xxx.”
“I’m so glad to...” I squeezed the phone boxes big handset tightly. “I lied Clauss, I lied in all those letters! I... They...” I told him straight during that long cold conversation as I fed the small pile of coins into the slot. “I will find a way to get you here my family would welcome you we are not judgmental, I know two what they call gay couples in our ranks. So be patient my saviour, my friend.”
“Phone call, some man.” I took the phone from my disinterested mother. A strange man rings for her fifteen year old son, a recently k**napped boy and nothing, not even a raised eyebrow! “Hello mon petit Cherie!” I dropped the phone falling on the floor in shock! I get up shaking and hold the handset to my ear. Tears fall as my cry went unheard or more likely uncared for!
“I shock you, yes? Well touché Cherie. Did you push me my petit fleur?” I squeezed the handset closer keeping my voice low. “Yes to save the boy.” His voice was comforting and I began to cry and say the things I had bottled up since my return.
“I am shocked that the bride I shared a bed with is so unloved by her kinfolk, can they not see your charms?” I put the phone down and run upstairs sobbing and was as expected left alone.
Clauss phoned me and we spoke for a long time on the house phone, mum and dad were out shopping, they didn’t even bother telling me this time, was I totally gone to them now? I could speak freely and I didn’t hold back! There were so many hurdles needed to get me over there for anything other than a holiday and of course my parent’s agreement!
I lay on my bed with my mother’s vibrator in my arse buzzing away as I lay in mums wedding dress, in her bridal lingerie as I wanked hard, I was angry and frustrated and heartsick for a sick fuck who I now knew I loved! I left the dress on their bed wet with my jizz, wiping my wet arse and cock with her panties and stockings before dropping them on their rug.
At dinner I ate my food and dropped my finished plate in the Belfast sink my mother had recently fitted. It bounced and clattered with the knife and fork, breaking as it settled, and still they said nothing! Or about my mother’s wedding dress I ruined! Fuming I went straight to bed!
The next day I got home late and spread my new purchases on my bed, my unmade bed. A white wedding dress and matching underwear all in my size from the new transvestite dressing shop in town. They were dubious saying I was too young to be twenty-one but my big tip helped as did my offer of a little modelling for a client there, who busily took Polaroid’s as I posed in those very expensive heels! They now sat on my bed too! They had let their rich client fuck me in that dress in their own changing room!
The night was dark and moonless and to add some extra mystery, tendrils of fog snaked around hill and house as the bride walked out the front door of number f******n, her tall heeled stilettos clicking on the damp pavement as she walked briskly away into the fog. Her suitcase held only the things and memories she cherished which were much less than she ever could have imagined!
On the small hill overlooking her street, the bride sat beside a smoking man and took a drag of the cigarette between her red glossy lips. “Can’t believe you’d show up in that shop and then fuck me there!” That shop’s rich client laughed. “Anything for my mon petit Cherie!” He pinched the bride’s bottom as I yelped! “I use a walking stick thanks to my testy bride, I may spank you with it you naughty minx!”
His smiling face lit up as number f******n blew into numbers, twelve and fifteen; the gas mixture reaching the perfect explosive point! “You do have the wild temper my Cherie and watching you house and parents burn as you take my seed into you is so wild!” He groaned thrusting up into me as I rode that penis my smiling face illuminated by the yellow and red glow of the fires below!
A tremendous orgasm made me shudder as I screamed out into the hazy dark night! A scream of triumph, hate and desire, the desire only my lover could sate! “Getting off on murder you are my minx, my avenging Cherie!” I released his long penis from my throat having cleaned it as his tongue finished up in my wet pussy. I turned around and our wet lips met and her tongues exchanged flavours of unbridled desire as we snogged on the damp hill, the sirens sounding below our love song!
I returned to Germany with my husband, keeping him from straying by satisfying his every sexual desire! I was a sex slave, a pet but I was happy being in that role. I even met with Clauss there and renewed our friendship as he fucked me every day! We became lovers as I became the wife to a new husband as my first was away somewhere sating his murderous and unsavoury carnal thirsts!
We always looked out for his mention on the news. Apparently he was now on the run with the boy he made a willing murderer of his parents and six neighbours in that horrific gas explosion! But that boy was gone, she was Glauss’s wife now!
That first ‘husband’ and my k**napper was never named on the TV, apparently he had no identity other than that which I and Glauss had described as his only surviving victims! And he had never given me his name, even when we last met!
My idyllic life was ruined when Glauss became eighteen and took a family position that association with a wanted fugitive would put in peril and so we reluctantly parted ways. He became respected and I faded into obscurity and a spiral of d**gs and depression!
I had breasts to fill the white 36DD cup bra I wore under my dirty decaying wedding dress thanks to my natural acclivity towards breasts and Glauss’s hormones during those happier years. I walked slowly towards that open maw where I had pushed my lover all those years ago with a steady confidence in my six-inch high white stiletto heels. I was crying steadily as I looked down as that dark dirty water swallowed me in a loud resounding splash in that empty derelict!
But it was Glauss who pulled me from the water saying some very harsh things in German I scarcely understood! But the pain from my dislocated shoulder, fractured hip and broken femur, not to mention a broken nose didn’t help! But I was glad to see him and begged him to leave me, push me into that water and leave the place we both suffered in. but then the police and paramedics arrived!
Instead of prison Glauss collected me from a less public side exit of the hospital I spent some time recuperating in. “There was a witness placing our ‘you-know-who’ at your parents’ house before it blew, you’re clear!” I didn’t smile. “But you know I did it, killed those innocent people.” He stopped the car. “Want to confess to the police?” He kissed me. “Or come home?” I sighed returning the kiss. “Home!”
Our nights were bliss and our lovemaking noisy and exciting and Clauss found my pierced nipples and anal labia rings most exotic, but he favoured my natural breasts more! But tonight I left the bedroom and headed downstairs as Clauss snored contentedly in our marital bed and was surprised!
“Mon Cherie our paths cross again.” I turned to see my first husband brandishing a big knife which he held to my throat as he got behind me and I felt that familiar rancid cock moving inside me. “Does he thrill you like me my Cherie?” I bit my lip and lied. “So this is again goodbye my love?”
He had never used that word with me before and I was astonished at its effect! I left the house with my k**napper a willing victim holding his hand as we found his stolen car and sped into the night, all I wore was my coat and white stiletto heels!
Clauss closed the open street door Picking up my damp pink satin sleeping shorts and looking where my coat usually hung. “You follow that man again. He said you would but I had to test you and now his won!”

The End…..