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I read and listen to the words that are written in the reviews that are
left after my stories, they are what gives me the incentive to write on.
All of you who eave reviews I feel close to and regard you as my friends,
but when those reviews diminish and become more critical, then it is time
to change, or to stop.
In many ways I had wanted to bring the cake story to a conclusion a while
ago, but I was persuaded to resurrect it. Recently I wanted to find the
best ending and at that time I had already written half of a further
horrific chapter. That ending would have been much tougher I'm afraid,
with both Bobbie and Jane sentenced to a life as sex slaves in a drug
fuelled world. However, perhaps that ending is for more specific
individuals to read!
Listening to some of my critics, it seems that a more loving and positive
ending is wanted, (this is not my usual style as you probably know)
therefore I wrote a short chapter to create such an ending, yet hopefully
also keeping some continuing debate open about their lives.
Because it could have been so different I've decided to call it : An
Ending! So here goes..
The cake, an Ending.
The following days changed for both of them, Jane kept taking the pills,
at first cautiously then, wantonly, unaware that she was getting more and
more addicted to them. They kept her feeling extremely sexy and with her
continued tingling want, she couldn't get George out of her head. He was
all she could think about and she eventually persuaded herself that she
was deeply in love with him. The pills and the sex had warped her mind,
she started to believe that he had made her feel as she had never felt
before and she was becoming obsessed with it, obsessed with him. How
could she have even considered running away, it was unthinkable now!
Bobbie on the other hand was struggling, it seemed that his life was full
of worry and heartache. The thought of Jane with George was eating into
him, turning him into a sobbing whimpering wreck. It was not helped by
his physical situation which frustrated him intensely. How could he blame
her for going with another man when he was there with a figure like a
woman! His damn breasts were driving him insane and to his sobbing
humiliation, now his penis had become just a shrunken little thing that
hid between his legs. How could a lovely woman like her, love a man with
tits as big as hers? .... and then there was that which had happened! The
elephant in the room, the thing that he was trying to forget, the Tuesday
afternoon with those men! He wanted to scream in frustration. And if that
wasn't enough, it all got even worse.
He received the text in the middle of the next morning, it was a picture
of a man's cock, it was erect and it looked wet, the sight of It made him
gasp in horror, almost dropping his phone. The picture was quickly
followed by a message.
"Looking forward to seeing you on Friday darling."
The message sent him into a spin of humiliation and disgust, he deleted
it immediately and struggled to get back to doing his work, but that was
easier said than done. He kept thinking about the text with a shudder,
his thoughts immediately going back to the previous afternoon and the
horrors which he had been struggling to put out of his mind. As far as he
was concerned, there was no alternative, they had to run, run as far away
as possible or their lives would be over. He sensed now that if they
stayed they were destined to become sex slaves, at the mercy of the gang
and all their upper class contacts. Even now he could see that Jane was
becoming inattentive and distant, he was sure that they were even now
feeding her drugs and he knew too well the effect that their drugs could
have.
The planning took two days, two days of ignoring the incessant sex texts
and drug suggestions, two days of keeping the whole thing secret from
her. He visited an old family solicitor, whom he felt sure that he could
trust and he organised for him to clear the house, sell what he could, if
possible and then sell the house. The money was to be placed in a new
bank account, the details of which the solicitor would send on to him via
a route that would be arranged at a future time. He planned the journey
by car to the minute, the arrival at the ferry port just before
departure. He decided on Ireland as it was easily accessible, with the
drive on into Southern Ireland, untraceable. He would arrange a cottage
to rent when they were there, with a further escape route into Europe
easily taken if it was necessary. Having made all the necessary
arrangements, he backed his car into the garage and packed all his
belongings, including his laptop, files and personal paperwork into the
boot. All that was left was to get her stuff in there too and to persuade
her to run with him.
This was the most difficult thing, on Thursday he ransacked her bedroom
and found the drugs that she'd been taking, he hid them in the car just
in case he needed them as a lever to persuade her to go. She came home
from work as usual, she almost totally ignored him, even though he was
now wearing the most masculine and rough clothes that he could find in
his wardrobe. Emerging from her bedroom she was in a frantic rage,
screaming at him and demanding the whereabouts of her pills. The anti
depressants were the remnants of those that had been prescribed by the
hospital to help him deal with the stress of the breasts. They looked
similar to the drugs she'd been taking and she was in such a state that
she didn't question them when he handed them to her. The persuasion was
easier because of them, they had created an almost dreamlike state in her
and she just sat on the bed and watched as he piled as many of her
clothes as he could, into the cases and plastic bags that he'd kept ready
for them. That night the car was loaded to the top, he'd fuelled it up
ready and had made sure that all their tickets and plans were in the car
ready. He slept fitfully, aware of every sound and nervous that she would
come too and cause a scene again, but he needn't have worried, the anti
depressants had knocked her out. Friday morning, he was up before dawn,
sorting out an early breakfast to avoid having to stop later. She was
still dopey, half asleep eating, not quite aware of the situation which
he kept repeatedly telling her. None of it sunk in properly, she felt
confused and she had a growing yearning for something, but she was
struggling to remember exactly what it was.
On the Ferry, her head was clearing, she stood by Robert on the deck, the
cold sea air blowing her hair.
"Where are we Bobbie, where are we going?" Her demand was weak, but it
was there nevertheless.
He turned to her and It was there on the deck that he explained it all
and as he did so, she remembered.
"They raped me Jane, they raped me and god knows what they were planning
on doing to me next."
She blushed, the horror of the whole situation slowly dawning on her. "I,
I don't know why I did what I did, Bobbie. I just couldn't think
straight, George used something on me, I couldn't get him out of my head,
in fact I'm still struggling." She gripped the rail tightly as she spoke.
"They wanted me to bring you to Henry, Bobbie. I, I think they had
something horrible planned, they wanted to use you as a lever to make me
do what they wanted." She gave a low sob. "They even said they'd kill me
if I didn't do what they told me Bobbie. Oh, god I'm so, so sorry." The
tears ran down her face as she spoke.
Robert smiled at her, wiping her tears away, then he slowly, carefully
told her everything that he had planned. Yes, it was going to be tough
and yes they would have to seek medical help to get themselves straight,
but the doctors here didn't know them and they would be able to trust
them. It would be a frightening time hiding and creating a new identity,
but at the same time this was their chance to start a new life together.
He held her hand in his, willing her to understand that this was the only
way that they could escape the twisted perverted evil that had so nearly
destroyed them.
She kissed him then. "I love you Bobbie, you had the courage to break
their grip and get away from them."
He could see the perspiration running down her forehead, even in the cool
wind and he wiped it away with his thumb.
She looked into his eyes and he could see a desperation there. "Please
Bobbie, you have no idea how much I want those pills now."
He shook his head sadly. "I do have an idea Jane, I know how it eats
inside you, it eats inside me too, but if we give in and take the drugs
then they will always have control over us and we will succumb to their
evil plans. We have to stay strong love, help each other and fight them
together. Never forget we've got each other now and they must never break
us apart.
The rest of the journey was uneventful, the cottage as quiet and idyllic
as they had hoped and they flung themselves into creating their new lives
together. They hid their memories beneath their hard work, though those
memories were still there. Jane had renewed her love for Bobbie, yet deep
down she missed the sex and every time that she found herself alone at
home, she spent hours searching and searching for the hidden drugs, that
she couldn't get out of her head. Unfortunately, the mastectomy that
Robert had hoped for, wasn't as straightforward as he had hoped. It was
down to striking a balance between the medical issues which the surgery
could cause and, what was worse, the fact that going through such a
procedure as a man, could lead to their discovery. So, in the Meantime
Bobbie was still struggling to live with his breasts. Also, if that
wasn't enough, as a result of the grooming he had received, he couldn't
stop himself going back to the surreptitiously hidden box of female
clothes that he had been unable to stop himself packing.
Life had changed for them both, but they had escaped and they were
together. Now they had to learn to keep their resolve and trust each
other and somehow try to build a new life together.
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