Mrs Cavendish
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I awoke with the sound of music blaring from the stereo downstairs. The
fear that strikes you when something is wrong surged through my body. No
one was here. I lived in the middle of nowhere. I gathered my faculties,
grabbed my handgun, and ran down the stairs. In front of me stood a man
in a dark cloak, the image only the shadow being cast from the small
light coming from the stereo. I raised the gun and pointed it toward his
torso, smiled, and said, "You walked into the wrong house fella."
I laughed slightly, then he raised his hand, and I felt my body go limp
even though I was stuck in the same position. I couldn't talk. I couldn't
move, and then he walked toward me.
"I'm in the right house." He paused and looked me over, then grabbed the
gun out of my hand and dropped it on the floor. "Stephen is it? I've
looked forward to this for quite some time. It seems you have not been a
good boy." He walked around me taking his time, eventually coming back to
face me and pushed my arm down.
"I am the one that most men never see. I am the one that no man would
want to ever see, but what you have done has brought me to you. You need
to remember that it is you that has done this. You brought this on
yourself, so when you are crying out in pain, when inside your head you
are begging for it to stop, remember my son, the only one to blame is
yourself."
Everything blacked out and I found myself in some sort of dream state. I
could see as if I was imagining, but my body couldn't move. Suddenly,
faces came flashing in front of me, women from my past. The first one was
that bitch that had laughed at me. Then came the long series of my
conquests, those bitches that were stupid enough to get caught by me. I
remember laughing at them as they cried, the stupid cunts. I liked to
strap their arms to something and fuck them so I could play with their
tits and watch their eyes as I took them. I loved it when I came and told
them I had AIDS. They just cried like little spoiled bitches. I saw them
all passing in front of me, and then suddenly there was a light and
everything faded.
I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. I could finally move, but
everything felt numb. Seconds later, I felt a punch in my stomach and
then someone put a bag over my head and strapped my arms and legs to some
sort of table.
"You have turned out quite well, but even with the nature I possess, I am
not the demon that you are. I could easily taste that which I have
created, but I will leave that to the animals. You shall be my ultimate
weapon, my retribution against those that seek to pray on others, and in
turn, you shall gain some measure of punishment for that which you have
released upon the world."
Nothing happened. I sensed that the man in the black cloak was walking
around me, but I couldn't talk or move. Then I felt a finger on my
forehead.
"At first, I wanted simply to punish you. I felt that putting you in
front of those that you terrorized might be a suiting punishment, but
then I came up with this brilliant plan. I'm sure you too will appreciate
my scheme when the time is right. For now, I will leave you alone."
I heard him walk from the room and then the clicking of heels come into
the room. The person grabbed my arm and inserted something into my vein,
soon after I felt my body go numb. I could however hear everything and
think clearly. I heard the table being raised and then inverted at what
appeared to be a 45 degree angle and then the same person do something
with a few machines. Suddenly I felt groggy and then everything with
black again.
I don't know when I woke up, but when I did I smelled shit and piss.
Hours seemed to pass, then I heard the click of the heels, some more
adjustments on a machine next to me and then the sound left the room.
Hours past, weeks, months. I don't know how long I laid there. There was
no indication of day or night. Every once and a while someone came in and
seemed to pull my body up on both sides but they left without answering
any questions I had. At first I screamed, then I pleaded, and finally I
felt myself give way and I started to cry.
I drifted in and out of consciousness until I was awoke by the man's
voice.
"It seems like an eternity doesn't it?" There was a pause and a small
laugh. "I would feel sorry for you if I didn't know what you had done,
but alas, you laying there in your own shit and piss is a fitting place
for someone such as yourself. I know it seems like you have been there
for years, I can hear it in your mind, but only two weeks have passed.
Imagine what eternity would feel like."
There was silence and then I felt cold water being poured over my body
from above. I realized suddenly that I could somewhat feel my body, the
cold water penetrating to my bones, causing me to shiver and shake. While
the water continued to reign down on me the table inverted further and my
bonds released causing me to fall to the floor. I felt my skin on the
cold floor and with all the power I had I pulled the hood off my head and
crawled out from the water. I could see nothing but light, and I had
almost no energy to move, but eventually I found myself against a wall,
curled up into a ball and tried to gain some warmth.
In the back of my mind I knew something was wrong, that my body was not
what it should be, but my body had a numbness that made it hard to
distinguish much. Just then the lights went out and the room became
warmer. I lay there until the room got so warm that sweat began to drip
off my body. Feeling was returning to my body and then suddenly cold
water came again from the ceiling, causing me to scream and stand in an
attempt to flee. That is when I became awake of my body. As the water
continued to fall, I felt the difference in my shape, the pull of my
breasts and the feeling of my wet hair against my back. I reached up and
grabbed at my chest, only to find large breasts hanging. I traced the
outline of my body, the obscene curve of my hips and grabbed at my crotch
only to find my penis gone and what I knew to be a pussy. I screamed.
Laughter echoed through the room, and then all of a sudden the water
stopped and the lights came on. I wanted to look around the room, but all
I could concentrate on was my body. I looked down and saw the breasts on
my chest, although from an angle I had never seen breasts before. They
were obscenely large and heavy and when I used my hands to pull them up
the seemed to double in size, their full size only being clear when they
were pulled from my body rather than hanging on my body. I dropped them
and studied my hands, dainty and clean, then pulled my hair around to
study the blond color.
I leaned over to see what lay between my legs, but my chest shifted out
as I moved, and I had to hold them back (how different breasts felt when
I felt them being touched compared to when I once felt them). I saw the
void between my legs and the shape of my labia, but as soon as I caught a
glimpse of myself, a door out of nowhere opened and the man in the black
cloak walked to me.
I charged at him as fast as I could, feeling my chest flop, but before I
could reach him, I froze and stood still.
"Still have that anger I see. We shall get that from you. It is always
the last to go. Dominance is not an easy task, and most only lose that at
the end, but it always happens. Always. If only you humans would
understand when you are defeated."
He walked around me, looking me up and down. I tried to follow his
movement, but something prevented me from moving.
"You are one hell of a specimen." He slapped my ass, but I couldn't move.
Instead, when I felt his touch an electricity surged through my body. "We
have debated your training, but I have come to the conclusion that we
will not ease your way into your life. You will be thrust into the life I
have chosen for you with the same violence you yourself thrust yourself
into the lives of others. You will always know what you once were, but
you will no longer have the control over the body you are contained
within. For the rest of eternity you shall be a first hand observer of my
punishment of your kind. You shall spread the seed of retribution upon
the worst of mankind. You shall suffer if you choose, enjoy it if you
allow yourself, but either way the violation shall continue and the those
you and others have caused pain shall have their revenge."
He turned and moved to the half open door, then he turned to me, "Finally
know this. As you suffer, the pain that victims of the rapes you have
committed and the rapes others have committed throughout time shall
slowly ease and go away until they will have no memory of what has been
done to them. Your freedom from this prison will only come when all the
pain your kind has created has been taken away." Then he was gone.
Everything faded into darkness.
I woke up and threw on my robe and got a class of OJ while the coffee was
brewing. I sat in silence and enjoyed my juice and when the coffee was
brewed I poured a cup and while I was reading the paper something
suddenly hit me. What was I doing? I became awake that something was not
right, but even while I was thinking that I stood up and went into the
bathroom. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I sat down on the toilet even
though I tried to get myself to stop and look in the mirror. I showered
and throughout I had no control over what I was doing, and then while I
was drying off, it all came back to me. I heard, "you did this to
yourself" over and over.
I searched my memory over and over trying to figure out who "I" was, but
nothing came to me. I watched as I got dressed. I looked out at myself as
I got ready and marveled at what I looked like. At a simple glance I
looked like a sexy blond, but upon a closer look I was an exaggerated
version of that. My breasts were beyond large. In the outfit I have
chosen there was a good six inches of cleavage showing, and the skirt was
so short that sitting none of it was under me. My hips were overly
exaggerated, looking like Jessica Rabbit more than any natural woman. As
I was studying myself, my body stood up and walked to the door, grabbed
my purse, walked out the door, and then to a Mercedes SUV.
When I sat down in the seat I heard a voice in my head, "find the bar on
East 74th" That was it. The car moved through the streets without me
doing anything. We parked on the street and I got out and entered a bar,
took a seat and ordered a drink. There were very few men there, but as
one stood to go to the bathroom, passing me, I could see his thoughts. He
was married, had two children, seemed to have just lost his job. As soon
as he was a few feet away it was as if someone cut off the signal. After
my first drink a man sat down next to me. He was in his mid-twenties, and
before I could try to figure out more about him, I could feel his
thoughts.
I could see the woman he raped last year. I could feel his movements
around her. I could see how he forced other women, got rough and beat
them during sex, holding his hand over their mouths and suddenly my body
reacted. It was as if my body was off and then when I saw his thoughts it
turned on. I felt my body like I had never felt it before, and then I
looked at him.
"Hello," I heard myself say to him.
"Why hello." He looked me up and down. I could feel his eyes on me, but I
couldn't blame him.
He asked what my name was and the conversation went on with the same
shallow nature his soul revealed, but during the conversation all I felt
was an overwhelming need to touch him. As time progressed, I felt myself
getting more and more turned on, and eventually the conversation ground
to a halt, and I looked at him and heard myself tell him it was time to
go home. I felt myself stand off the stool, turn to leave, and then look
back at him and ask him if he was coming.
He quickly paid his bill and once outside I heard myself ask him if he
could drive. He quickly agreed and before I knew it we were back at my
house. He came around and opened my door, and I watched as I got out and
walked to my door. I put the key in the door and then as soon as I opened
the door I felt him push me forward. My body turned to see what he was
doing, but he grabbed my hair and before I knew it, he was pushing me on
the couch.
He punched me in the side three times, and as the pain rippled through my
body, he pulled me over the arm of the couch, and as I tried to turn and
talk he leaned down and punched me in the face. Everything became a blur.
I tried to keep up with what was going on, but the haze prevented me from
actually being able to follow what was happening. I felt him push my
skirt up and then tried to pull my panties down, half way through pulling
on them to break them instead of taking the time to get them down past my
knees.
I tried to stand up but he was too strong and in that position there was
nothing my body could do. I tried to use my arms to push myself back, but
seconds after he ripped my panties, with no warning he pushed his dick in
me. I screamed out in terror at the pain. I tried to resist even more,
but as he slammed into me a second and third time, I felt all the
resistance go and I sat there an endured the pain and humiliation as
quiet tears rolled down my face.
I became a zombie. My body was numb. I didn't move a muscle, just lay
there and took it. I moved with his pounding, driving my body forward on
the arm. Eventually he pulled out of me, leaving laying over the arm of
the couch and once next to my head grabbed me by my hair and pulled me
onto the floor never releasing my hair. He said down and pulled me up so
I was looking at him. He slapped my face and then releasing my hair he
grabbed my shirt with both hands around the neckline and pulled it until
it ripped down the middle. He pulled at my bra, but it was tougher to get
off, eventually demanding that I remove it, which my body complied. He
grabbed my tits extremely hard, causing me to wince in pain, pulled at my
nipples and shook my breasts holding nothing else.
"Damn bitch, you got some great fucking tits. Now suck my dick."
That was the first thing he had done since entering me that really got my
attention. I didn't feel like this was my body, even though I was inside
it, precisely because I didn't have control over it, but sucking a dick,
that was too much. I didn't move fast enough for him. He grabbed my hair
and I pulled to the side in pain and he simply pulled my face to his
crotch. He put my lips right against the head of his dick.
"Open your fucking mouth and suck this dick like I know you love to do or
I'll fucking kill you." My body did what he wanted. I was amazed at the
difference in feeling between a dick in your hand and a dick in your
mouth. If felt so large in my mouth, so much larger than I thought it
would feel like.
He started moaning and calling me names as I sucked him, and when I
didn't suck him hard enough, fast enough or deep enough, he grabbed my
head and forced it deeper, harder and faster. I thought I was going to
throw up when he pushed into the back of my throat, but then he pulled
down extremely hard and his dick pushed into the back of my mouth,
popping into my throat. I gagged immediately, and pushed against him in a
panic, getting released from his grip, and threw up on the floor, trying
as best I could to catch my breath.
"Fucking whore. Can't even suck a dick, but I guess your into the messy
stuff." He paused and then stood up. He slapped me across the face as I
sat on my knees and then dragged me back to the couch by my hair, pushing
me back over the edge of the arm, and then with one movement pushed his
dick against my asshole and then all the way in. I screamed. I fought.
This was a different pain than violation. I felt like he was ripping my
insides out.
"Oh yeah, you fight. You like that dick in your ass. I bet you beg to get
fucked in the ass. I just beat you to it. You like it don't you?" I
didn't respond other than the constant screaming, and when I didn't
respond he punched me in the lower back. I thought he was going to break
my back. "I said you like me fucking your ass, don't you."
I still didn't say anything. I couldn't. It hurt too bad, so he hit me
again.
"Say it!" he screamed.
Through my whimpers and screams I mumbled, "I like you fucking my ass."
"Say you love me fucking your ass."
I repeated it. He didn't say anything for a few seconds pushing into me
so hard and so fast that my entire body burnt with pain.
"Say I want you to shoot a load deep in my ass."
I said it.
"Say I can't wait for your big load to leak out of me."
When I started to say it, he grunted and then screamed and pushed into me
extremely hard and then held himself there. I felt him ejaculate inside
me. I felt the heat surging from him and then the sudden wetness and the
burning deep inside. I never felt so violated in all my life.
All I hear was him say, "Fuck yeah," and then he screamed.
"Let go of my dick bitch." He was pushing against me trying to get out of
my ass but it seemed like he couldn't. Then it happened. He screamed so
loud my ears hurt and then fell to the ground and I watched as I stood
and looked down at him. He sat there grabbing at his crotch, blood
flowing out of him. My body stood over him, straddled his face and then
lowered down until I felt his mouth on my ass and the muffled noises
causing my ass to move. Then I heard myself say it.
"Don't bite me or I'll fucking kill you."
I wanted to smother him, kill him by only allow him to breath in my ass,
but then it felt like my body was trying to shit. I felt the pressure and
the pushing but instead of fecal matter, his own penis was forced into
his mouth. I immediately stood and walked to the couch and sat down,
reached over to the table and lit a cigarette and watched as his body
twisted and turned, thrashed on the ground until finally he went
completely still.
His body began to glow, until all there was coming from the mass on the
floor was light, and then with a flash there lay a naked woman on the
ground. I stood and realized that the body I was in was back to its
former condition, clothes intact. She stood from the floor and looked at
me with a smile. She was beyond beautiful, long dark hair and an olive
complexion. Her tits were amazing, with more showing that hidden, and an
ass that was built to sit coffee mugs on. She looked at me and smiled,
but in her eyes there was a panic, something behind them that I
recognized.
Then I heard the voice coming from my body, "so I hear that frat house
around the corner is having a party tonight."
"You mean the one where that girl was raped last year?"
"Indeed." I walked to the table and grabbed my purse.
"Are we coming back here after?" she asked me.
"Sure, but there are something like sixty members, so it might be a
while..."
Lianne
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