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The Queen of Sorrow's Falls
By Razor 7826
Chapter One: The Trusted
From an article in the Serenity Falls Bee:
Local businessman Timothy Von Houten and his wife, Mary Baines Von Houten, passed away early yesterday morning after being involved in a single-car accident. Businesses owned and operated by Mr. Von Houten include Houten Insurance and Houten Automotive. The two are solely survived by their daughter, Michelle. No service is planned at this time. Instead, the family requests that donations be made to United Way in the name of the Von Houten family.
Michelle read the obituary and sighed. She never got along with her parents, despite being a successful student and cheerleader, but she never wanted to see them die. She was just three weeks out of High School, single, extremely wealthy, and anxious to move on with her life. According to her father’s accountants, the millions of dollars now invested in various companies and mutual funds would ensure her well being until the day she died. Michelle always had plans to backpack across Europe once High School was over, with or without her parent’s support. Despite their objections, it now apparent they would be supporting her after all. Michelle meagerly smiled at the irony, only slightly ashamed she was entertained by horrible thoughts.
Now that the funeral was over and all of the financial issues were taken care of, Michelle would spend her last few weeks in the United States at her auntie and uncle’s place. Auntie Jane and Uncle Eric lived next door to Michelle’s mother since they were children. Growing up, Auntie Jane and Uncle Eric were part of the family. She had even been talked into giving them power of attorney to manage her affairs and dividends while she was out of the country. If she could trust anyone, it was Auntie Jane and Uncle Eric.
The only other person of significance was her High School sweet-heart, Eric, but Michelle had dumped his creepy ass three months ago. After two years of pressure, she finally caved in and slept with him. It was unimaginably fun to have him inside of her, but after a few months of regular sex, Eric started pressuring her to let him handcuff her, tie her up, restrain her, and just let him take total control over Michelle's body. That was enough; Michelle would never subject herself to his disgusting sexual fetishes. She unceremoniously dumped him and had gotten on with her life. Now, she only looked forward to Europe, and the infinite potential that it held for her life.
Michelle parked her car outside her auntie and uncle’s house and began unloading her luggage. While she technically owned her parent’s house still, she agreed that it wouldn’t be a good idea to be left all alone while dealing with the loss of her family. Eric walked out towards the car while his wheel-chair bound wife watched him.
?I’m glad you decided to stay with us, Michelle. Your parents would be proud about how strong you’ve been over the last few days.? As usual, Eric was his stern and cheerful self. He had held up pretty well three years ago after his wife’s accident. The couple was about thirty-five years old and had no children, and as far back as Michelle could remember, they were a happy and model family. The accident had come as a huge blow to both families. Now, Aunt Jane was stuck in a wheel-chair, paralyzed from the waist down. She was still a remarkably attractive woman, though, with nice breasts, fair skin, and long black hair. It would have been a bit of waste if she had stayed a nun, Michelle thought to herself. Jane and Eric had met while training to be a nun and a priest, but their passion for each other superseded their oath of celibacy. Rather than live a lie, they quit their training to marry each other. That sort of romantic love story made Michelle smile, since it gave a glimmer of hope that she would someday have her own storybook romance.
Within a few hours, Michelle was set up in the guest bedroom of the Tolsin’s ranch-style house. To Michelle, the house felt like a second home, a result of spending so much time there whenever her parents needed a baby sitter. She always enjoyed herself when she was in the Tolsin home, and she had no reason to expect her final stay there to be any different, unaware of the lurking corruption that would twist her soul into a hollowed image of its former self.
During her first week there, she noticed a few suspicious glances from Uncle Eric. None lasted particularly long, and none were overtly strange, but Michelle nonetheless felt a bit uncomfortable with the glances.
During the second week, Aunt Jane began to act strange as well. Everything she did around Michelle was done with small hesitation, and more than once she was about to say something but decided not to. Michelle would have brought up her concerns, but she was a too timid to confront the friends that had helped her during such a difficult time.
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The day of Michelle’s departure came. The itinerary was simple- get a ride to the bus station, take a Greyhound to the city, and fly to London from there. The paperwork for Uncle Eric’s power of attorney had come through, so Eric would cash all of her dividend checks into an account Michelle could access anywhere. The three of them were eating a final breakfast together before Michelle left the United States for very, very, long time.
?So what time was your bus, again?? asked Uncle Eric.
?Not for another three hours. Don’t worry, no rush,? responded Michelle. ?Can you grab me some more orange juice, Uncle Eric??
?Sure thing, Michelle,? responded Uncle Eric, but what he brought to Michelle was far more than orange juice. Before she finished her plateful of pancakes, Michelle was starting to feel a little bit dizzy.
?Aunt Jane? I’m not feeling too good.?
?Oh, why don’t you lie down, honey?? suggested Aunt Jane. But, as Michelle stood up from the table, her legs gave way. The world tilted slightly, then faster, and as it finally came to a halt on its side, the world around Michelle went black.. Her two trusted family friends then went to work, ending the worldly life of freedom that Michelle had planned on living.
She dreamt of a life free of obligations, but awoke to a life free of obligations in the worst way possible.
She was laying on the bed in the guest bedroom, the nice comforter pulled up to her neck. Since earlier that morning, Jane and Eric had put large wooden boards over the window, making the room almost completely dark.
When she tried to get up, she found her wrists to be encircled with leather wrist cuffs and tethered to the bedposts by several feet of chain.
?What the hell?? screamed Michelle, revealing to her captors that she was awake.
Outside her door, Jane and Eric hesitated. ?Are we absolutely certain we want to be doing this?? asked the man.
Jane looked her husband in the eye. ?You know full well that it is too late to turn back. Everything we know and care about is at stake. Our home, our health, and our marriage. The only price that needs to be paid is the freedom of one selfish young woman. I know you care about her as much as I do, Eric, but now that we’ve gone this far and we are intent on carrying it through, we might as well have some fun with her.?
Eric didn’t take all that much convincing in that regard. He hadn’t had sex since the night before his wife’s accident, and more than once he had discussed separating from his wife over their inability to have sex. Even if divorce went directly against the church’s orders, sex was still one of the main reasons he left the clergy. Jane had given great head from her wheel-chair, but man cannot survive on blowjobs alone. Knowing that the marriage was on the verge of collapse, Jane had agreed to let him use a third party. They were struggling to think of a solution to their problems when their life long friends died in a car accident, leaving their one and only daughter alone and defenseless. The fact that Michelle could be their outlet didn’t even dawn on them until Jane had innocently invited her to spend some time at their house. While Michelle was passed out, Eric drove to the bus station and gave Michelle’s ticket to a homeless woman. As far as the official record was concerned, Michelle had boarded the bus and left Serenity Falls.
Both had serious objections to the twisted scheme, but their worsening financial situation, the accumulating medical bills, and Eric’s growing sexual unrest all pushed the couple over the edge, fulfilling their long-time BDSM fascination. The couple knew what they were going to do to their friend’s daughter, but both accepted the sin as the necessary price to continuing to live life as they wanted. Together, they walked through the door to confront their captive.
Inside the bedroom, Michelle Von Houten thrashed in her bindings, the comforter shirked to the side, revealing her naked body. The door cracked open, spraying light onto her bound body. Michelle recognized the silhouettes of Jane and Eric in the doorway. ?Aunt Jane, Uncle Eric? what is going on? Help me out of these things!?
Jane rolled up to the side of the bed and looked Michelle in the eye as she began to explain the necessity of the actions. ?We’re sorry for what we have to do, but this truly is the best option. In order for us to continue living our lives as they are today, we need both your body and your money. Michelle... I can no longer fulfill my husband's sexual needs, and together we are unable to meet the crushing financial burden of my condition. So, please, don’t hate us for what we will do to you.? Michelle could see that Jane had some remorse for her actions, but the intentions were still not clear. She got a much better idea of what was happening when Eric began to remove his clothes. Jane then crawled onto the bed and straddled Elizabeth with her limp legs. As Eric mounted his erect cock into Michelle’s pussy, Jane began fondling and sucking the girl’s nipples.
?Why are you doing this to me?? Michelle began to cry. How could they do this to her? For almost her entire life, she trusted the Tolsin's in a way that she trusted nobody else, and she had turned to them and only them where her parents passed away. Now this? Raped by family friends? Things were not making sense.
?Oh, we almost forgot,? uttered Jane, as she reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a bottle of pills. She tapped one out of the bottle and shoved it into Michelle’s mouth with her fingers. ?Birth control. So you don’t get pregnant.? Michelle actually felt a little bit relieved at their foresight, even if it implied that this would be a long-term nightmare
Even when against her will, Jane’s pleasant sucking and kneading of Michelle’s tits was pleasurable, despite the fiery pain below her waist. Michelle never really noticed how well built Eric Tolsin, at least until he was stripped down in front of her and forcing his thick penis into her lovebox. While Jane was gentle with the captive woman, Eric was most certainly not, showing no concern for her feelings as he squeezed her legs and pounded her pussy.
Finally, Eric began to grunt as he came inside of Michelle. He then pulled his cock out and jerked the rest of his cum off onto Michelle’s lower belly. Through her tears, Michelle could recognize that Eric was elated at what he had done, and things began to click in her mind. Michelle knew that, because of Jane’s condition, the couple had been unable to have sex. This was probably the first time Eric Tolsin had fucked anyone in the last three years. Michelle felt a slight bit of sympathy for him, but that quickly changed to hatred and contempt.
?What the hell is wrong with you two? I’ve known you my whole life, and now you rape me?? Michelle finally broke down and began crying and sobbing incomprehensibly. The only thing Jane and Eric could make out were ?why? why? Why?? The Tolsins left Michelle chained to the bed as they went on with the rest of their day.
While Michelle cried herself to sleep, Jane and Eric went about their life as they had everyday, with just a small part of their conscious devoted to the horrible sin they had committed to guard their lifestyle. Over the weeks and months, that part of their mind grew smaller and smaller, until the woman downstairs was no longer little Michelle Von Houten. Now, she was just a dark little secret, the cornerstone of their life. The dividends from her stocks turned out to be much more than expected- enough such that Eric could quit his job and still manage Jane’s medical bills.
As the couple’s finances stabilized, they began to accept the horrors unleashed upon Michelle as just part of life. Rarely a day went by that Michelle was not used and abused, be it Eric’s drunken rapes, Jane’s forced breast feeding, or sadistic games the two played in tandem. Michelle’s existence knew no joy, no freedom, no fresh air, nor sunlight, confined to a small sound-and-light-proof room.
One night, long after Michelle stopped counting how long she had been imprisoned, Jane wheeled into the room. In the dim light, Michelle noticed that the woman was decorated in an excess with which she had never seen her wear before. Jane Tolsin was adorned with golden earrings, a pearl necklace, and a sleek red dress. Michelle stared at her mistress with the usual fear and loathing.
?You’ve been here a year now, and? I want to say that I still feel bad about the things that we’ve done to you. But, please, forgive us.? Jane looked over Michelle with sympathy. ?I? there? there wasn’t any other way for us. I know that to be true.?
For a brief moment, Michelle’s veil of fear dimmed, and a formerly unseen level of coldness emanated from her as she spoke to her captor, her eyes piercing Jane’s with a mental clarity that had been absent the past year of her lfie.
?I grew up admiring you and your husband, Jane. You were there for me the whenever my parents worth, and sometimes, I wished you were my mother. But now, you and husband have shown what monsters you truly are.? Jane stared back at Michelle as the words hit their mark.
?If you truly believe that you had no choice in this, I pity you. Both you and Eric defined your lives by choice- your decision to leave the church, to abandon everything you thought you knew about life- after all that, how could you possibly feel that doing this to me was the only way?
?No, the truth is that both of you a lazy. Using me as your own personal cum-filled piggy bank was the easy way out, and everything that you tell yourself about needing the money for medical bills is a lie. Look at you! The Jane Tolsin that helped raise me was a modest woman, always living well below her means. Gold jewelry? Pearls? A fancy dress? You aren’t just using my money just to get by; you are living the life of lavish that your husband could never supply you with.? Jane sat in her wheel chair in silence as every single word dug up suppressed truths.
?The truth is, Jane, that you are a waste of a human being. You and your husband have committed unthinkable sins fueled by nothing but greed and lust. Worst of all, you are a helpless cripple. Why don’t you just kill yourself, you filthy, useless cunt??
Jane broke eye contact with Michelle. The captive girl could see tears starting to well up in Jane’s eyes, and she could her sobs as the wheel-chair bound woman rolled out the Michelle's room.
I’m glad I hurt her so badly. It? felt pretty fucking good. Michelle laid in the darkness with a smirk; the small act of revenge pleased her. No longer would she be submissive to those monsters; they would have to fight for all that they took from her.
The fight soon came.
Eric burst into the room, enraged, nearly tearing the door from its hinges. The large white man pounced on top of Michelle's bound body, his face contorted with fury. He fiercely grabbed Michelle's arms and began screaming in her face.
"You worthless fucking cunt! What makes you think that you can talk to my wife like that?" Eric shook Michelle wildly as he yelled, but she just smiled in return, fully aware that her words could hurt far more than Eric's fists. Her smile held as Eric slapped her face. "Answer me, you ignorant child!"
"I find it rather hilarious that you had to kidnap a girl to replace your cripple of a wife. What, couldn't find anyone to fuck your middle-aged ass? You've really let yourself go, Eric; I don't think Jane would fuck you even if she could." Michelle was on a roll, and thrilled to be inflicting sharp jabs of emotional damage at her captors.
Eric tried to respond with words, but words failed him in his rage. He balled his hand up into a fist and punched her cheek. Pain tore through Michelle's mind, but she continued to laugh. Eric intensified his beating, but the only bondage that held Michelle was the physical. Her mind was free, and would never again be subservient to anyone.
Tired of the incessant laughs, Eric filled Michelle's mouth with a ball gag and left. For the rest of her time as a prisoner of the Tolsin's, she would never speak another word, both of her sadistic captors fearful of her scathing tongue. Her sustenance was forced into her mouth through a tube. Michelle swallowed the food without resistance, wanting to live only so she could get a brutal and deadly revenge against the friends that had wronged her so badly.
Years passed, but Michelle no longer knew how many. Eric and Jane used her body many times each day, without fail, and Michelle never failed to resist, more than once bruising and repelling the rapists with stray knees and elbows. As time went on they bound her more and more, only rarely letting her up for walks. Leather straps criss-crossed every part of her bruised body. Her arms and hands could barely move, but she took every opportunity to flex and test her muscles, hoping and praying that she would someday get an opportunity for escape? and revenge.
The meager diet the Tolsin’s sustained her on took a toll on her body. Michelle's slowly decreasing weight made the straps looser and looser, until one night, hours after the Tolsin's had finished with her, she was able to slip her hands free from the leather cuffs that had encased her wrists. With her hands free, the rest was easy, and within minutes she was taking her first wobbly steps in years. She ignored the cum that caked her body and solidified her hair and made her way up a small flight of stairs into the kitchen. She reached for the butcher knife, but paused.
For years, all she wanted was violent and painful revenge, even if it involved dying in the process, but with all the options present, Michelle took the route that would let her live. She took another look around the kitchen. What she saw on the key rack was surprising; it was her old, Mickey Mouse key chain, still with all of the original keys.
Did they not sell my house? No... they couldn't, or else it would give away that I was never to return. Michelle grinned. Things were finally falling into place.
She grabbed Jane's thick fur coat from out of the front closet and listened. The Tolsin's were still asleep, snoring loudly. Before leaving the house that had been her own hell for years, she snuffed out the oven's pilot light. She could smell gas filling the kitchen. At that moment, the success of her plan became inevitable. Finally, she set the timer on the coffee pot for five A.M. with no hesitation for the action would kill Auntie Jane and Uncle Eric.
Quietly, Michelle exited the backdoor. It was winter, and the cold ground hurt her bare feet.
Only a mile to my house... I can make it. She did, and, due to the late hour, she did so unseen. As far as the world was concerned, she was still backpacking Europe, her family's substantial wealth still sitting in stocks and bank accounts.
Her mansion was exactly as she left it after her parent's death, only with a thick layer of dust encasing every surface. The blinds were still closed, and the lawn was overgrown, though the secluded estate in the woods ensured that nobody would complain about the disrepair, nor would anyone see Michelle's unexpected return to Serenity Falls. She headed straight for the shower and washed herself of her rapists' filth, the soap, shampoo, and washcloth feeling fantastic against her body. She dried herself off with a fluffy towel, then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
The woman she saw reflected shocked her. Not only was she noticeable older, but face betrayed her hardened spirit. Gone was the innocent girl that wanted to escape to Europe, and in her place stood an unknown monster. She felt was still overjoyed at her newfound freedom, unaware of the permanent damage that had been inflicted upon her sprit, morals, and lust.
She powered on the computer in her parent's den, and saw that is was Dec 18th, four and a half years after the death of her parents. The festivities were about to begin, and she slowly made her way up to the third floor. From the window of the master bedroom, Michelle could see the subdivision in which the Tolsin's lived. At exactly five in the morning on December 15th, the skies of Serenity Falls lit up, and the lives of two lifelong natives were snuffed out in an instant.
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The community mourned their deaths, unaware of their secret life. The day after their untimely but fully deserved demise, Michelle received an e-mail from an old friend, bringing news of their loss, and justification for Michelle's reappearance in town after all these years. She played the role of mourning family friend perfectly, but she was happy to see that the blazing death forced a closed casket ceremony. However, as the days went on, Michelle became increasingly restless, unaware of what was happening to her body, until finally, the floodgates broke.
Michelle sat up in the master bedroom, watching the late night feed of cable news. None of the stories were particularly interesting, until the young female announcer turned to the stories of a serial rapist on the loose. As the woman shared the story of women bound and raped, Michelle envisioned the same happening to the red-headed reporter. Michelle vigorously fingered herself as the story continued, and Michelle climaxed of her own free will for the first time in years.
For a brief moment, Michelle felt guilt that she could derive pleasure from unspeakable horrors that were once committed to her, but the guilt gave way to satisfaction as the damns of restraint in Michelle's mind shattered into millions of pieces. Her sadistic lust for power, now sparked, would never subside, and men and women all over the world would soon learn the painful wrath of the Bondage Queen of Serenity Falls.
Copyright 2008, Razor7826
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