Butterfly Wings

BUTTERFLY WINGS

By Tcheena3

CHAPTER FOUR  - A Strong Wind

 

As I lay on my back, spread-eagled and tied down to Vida's vast bed, my mind gradually came back to full awareness of the room. As it did, so too did the pain and terror of what had just happened to me. Just happened? I didn't really know. How long had I been out when I lost consciousness? What I did know was that my rectum burned fiercely, my buttock cheeks were still hot with pain, and a deep painful throbbing was going on in my bowels.

Vida arose from the bed and made her way towards the en-suite bathroom. When she reached the door she looked back at me over her shoulder.

"Won't be long", she said. "Back soon. Don't forget to think about punishment 3!"

As if I could forget!

She left the door open and I could hear the lid of the toilet seat being raised and the rustle of stockings rubbing together as she seated herself. She was gone for about 5 minutes. Judging by that and the noises, it was more than a pee she had gone for. I heard the flush of the loo and a brief washing of hands and she was back in the room, striding over to the bed.

She stood looking down at me, hands on hips.

"So... hmmm... third punishment?" she murmured, as if thinking it over. "Well, you seem to like bums pushing back and forced penetration, judging by your efforts with Big Jim last night... so, let's have you doing it the other way around so you can see what it's like. That'll be useful for you. Plus you get to learn a bit about personal hygiene..." She paused. "My personal hygiene!"

Huh? I was still a bit dazed. What was she talking about?

She swiftly got up on the bed and knelt facing my feet. She swung one leg over my head so that she was straddling my face, knees pinning my shoulders painfully to the bed. I found myself staring up at her pussy and the large round buttocks hovering over my face.

"Clean me!" she snapped.

As she said this, she reached back to spread her ass cheeks and lower herself towards my face.

"Uhh!" I groaned. She clearly had not wiped herself after using the toilet and now she was expecting me to clean her with my tongue. The words were out before I could stop them... "Uhh! That's disgusting!"

Big mistake! She was off me in a flash, turned around and administered five or six hard slapping blows swiftly to my face with both open palms, whipping my face from side to side with each strike.

"Wrong, Bitch!" she swore as she paused.

She looked genuinely angry. Not like she was toying with me this time. And then she began to slap again.

"You're a very slow"
SLAP!
"learner. You need to understand"
SLAP!
"that I own you now! I own everything about your life!"
SLAP!
"Got it?"
SLAP!
"You'll learn to love every part of me, in time. But for now"
SLAP!
"all you need to learn is to ACT like you love every part of me!"
SLAP!
"HAVE YOU GOT THAT??!"

I nodded feebly as tears sprang from my eyes and rolled down my temples. Then she was around again, and her big, smooth, fleshy ass was descending towards my face.

"Clean me!" she ordered. "Inside and out!"

Once again her buttocks parted and I tentatively extended my tongue to begin the disgusting and humiliating task. I felt sickened as I lapped my tongue across her bitter and salty puckered anus. I forced myself to lave across it several times and licked reluctantly along each cheek close to her asshole, removing any signs of streaks and crud. She moaned softly, a pleasurable sigh, and lowered herself a fraction more. Her intention was clear. I stiffened my tongue and forced it upwards directly into the center of the puckered hole. Somehow, her anus seemed to relax, allowing my stiffened tongue to enter.

She lowered further until the rim of her hole was placed right on my lips. "Suck as well!" she demanded.

I pursed my lips around the raised puckered entrance and sucked it into my mouth, whilst forcing my tongue further inside. I felt the bile rising in the back of my throat and an almost overwhelming desire to vomit. But I could guess what the consequences of that would be and somehow I forced myself to continue, even trying to pretend I was enjoying it.
Surely the better a job I did, the quicker it would be over?

I continued for a few minutes, sucking and slurping, thrusting my tongue firmly up into the yielding elasticity of her backside, licking around inside her rectum.

Judging by noises she was making, she was enjoying the process.

"Oh, yesss... you're good at this aren't you, you little slut?" she hissed. Her breathing was getting deeper and more ragged.

Soon she was bouncing gently up and down on my face with a kind of slithering, twisting, grinding motion, making sure my tongue stayed firmly up her ass whilst squeezing my face between her buttocks and sliding her now sopping pussy in small circles against my chin.

It was getting harder to breath as the flesh of her plump ass seemed to flow right over my face, covering nose and mouth. I struggled to keep going. My tongue was tired, I was nauseous and deep inside me a pit of some primeval emotion, filled with horror and despair, was threatening to well up and engulf me in racking sobs and tears.

Vida appeared to be oblivious to my despair. An orgasm was clearly ramping up inside her and her movements were getting stronger and more pronounced. Soon my tongue became dislodged and she bore down heavily on my face, smothering me, sliding her dripping cunt backwards and forwards across my mouth and nose, capturing both orifices inside the steamy wetness of her slit, squeezing hard with thighs and buttocks.

I was trapped by her strong muscular body and now unable to breath at all. I was struggling in panic, desperate to clear my nose or mouth, but she just clamped harder, sliding in small jerky movements back and forth on my face, capturing me between sweating fleshy ass cheeks, forcing herself harder upon my face, nose jammed right up inside her and blocked by her juices. By now, my arms and legs were jerking around in involuntary struggles in an attempt get free and breath some air. I was trying to thrash my face from sided to side. But to no avail.

The last thing I remembered before losing consciousness, once again, was the sound of her voice wailing up into a crescendo as she came.

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Once more, the 'smelling salts', if that's what they were, brought me back to the real world.

I had been untied, but was still lying on her bed. As soon as Vida saw that I had come around, she dragged me by the hair and dumped me, unceremoniously, and without a word, upon the floor. She climbed into bed, pulled the sheet around her and within a minute appeared to be asleep.

All the emotion of the last weeks erupted from me. I lay on the floor sobbing, face covered in Vida's come and the foul smelling contents of her ass that still filled my nose.

As the sobs gradually subsided, I felt a firm resolve take their place. For the first time in days, I felt the strength to deal with the situation. That was it. No more.
I would never be forced into such disgusting behaviour again. In a moment of clarity, I saw what the impact would be on our lives when my behaviour was made public.
But I realised it didn't matter. All that was important was to be back with my husband Phil, in his arms, someplace far from here. We could both start again... new jobs, new community, even new names if need be. I knew our niece Libby would be ashamed of us, but I also knew that in time, all could be healed.

I got unsteadily to my feet and looked around. Vida was still fast asleep.

I moved to one of the massive built-in wardrobes and opened it quietly. Swiftly, I selected some track-suit pants, undies and a t-shirt.
Too big for me, of course, but better than my skimpy maids outfit. I got dressed and left the room, padding softly down the corridor.
The house was quiet and dawn was just breaking, faded grey light washing the walls.

Having made my decision, I felt so free! It was like being on the first day of a vacation. I rounded the next corner almost cheerfully...

...and ran straight into Severus and Beatrice!

It happened immediately with no hesitation, no ceremony, as if they had been expecting me, which I found out later they had been.

Without a word, Beat grasped my wrist, twisted it up behind my back, grabbed a handful of hair and forced me to my knees. She pushed my head down till my forehead was against the floor and my bum raised up. Then she sat down heavily on the back of my neck, facing Severus who was now kneeling behind me. I felt a terrible pain from her weight on my neck, and my face was forced sideways till my right cheek was squashed against the floor, with my left cheek now supporting her right buttock.

She grabbed both wrists, forcing them behind my back and up towards my neck, while Severus yanked my pants and undies down to my knees, thrust his big erection into my pussy, and proceeded to pound vigorously into me. Thank goodness it wasn't into my ass. Nevertheless, it was still painful as his hips and thighs slapped against the weals on my recently thrashed buttocks. Beat meanwhile slid herself heavily up and down on my neck and face, her buttocks leaving a slick and sweaty trail on my upturned cheek.

It was over in a matter of minutes, both of them coming almost at the same time, and I was left sprawled obscenely vulnerable on the floor, ass raised and thighs slicked with  Severus' dripping semen.

Beat stood up and pushed at my hip with her foot, almost but not quite a kick. I toppled onto my side and she pressed down with her foot, rolling me further over onto my back. She leaned over me, peering into my face until she had my attention and, with a sardonic grin, slammed her fist straight into my stomach. The breath whooshed out of my lungs and my throat seemed to lock up, unable to let more air in or out.

In my wretched (or should I say 'retching'?), incapacitated state, Beat seized my hair in her strong hand and proceeded to drag me, on my back, along the corridor, all the way to Vida's bedroom. She knocked gently on the door and paused.

There was no response, initially, and she rapped harder. A sharp, irritated, grunt came from within: "Come!"

Beat opened the door and dragged me in. Vida was still in bed, of course, and looked half asleep and very annoyed.

"We stopped the bitch trying to escape!" proclaimed Beat, smugly.

"Oh, for God's sake!!" snapped Vida in reply. "Did you wake me up just to tell me that? Did I ask you to do that?!"

For the first time since I'd known her, Beatrice looked distinctly uncomfortable. In fact, although I found it hard to believe, she actually looked a bit scared.

"N..no..." she stammered. "I'm sorry... I thought..."

"I didn't ask you to think about her, you idiot!" Vida interrupted. "Let her go! She'll be back here soon enough. And, besides, I've got a surprise for her when she gets home. Now, piss off and let me get some sleep!! I'll talk to you about this interruption later!"

Beat shuffled backwards out of the room, looking stricken and mumbling about being sorry. She pulled me out with her and gently closed the door. I noticed that Severus had surreptitiously stayed out of sight in the corridor and Beat glared at him. Then she turned her vicious gaze on to me. Her eyes seemed to bore into me and I knew I'd made a bad enemy, even though it was hardly my fault she'd chosen to go bumbling into Vida's bedroom.

"You'll pay for this, Bitch!", she hissed.

She pushed me ahead of her down the corridor and delivered a nasty kick between my legs.

I fled!

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It was mid-morning by the time I arrived home. Much of my trip had been spent wondering how I was going to deal with telling Phil about everything that had transpired and what his reaction would be. I had three days before he returned on Wednesday to somehow hide the worst evidence of my mistreatment, otherwise he might get really angry and do something stupid. Not to me, but he'd probably try and go for Vida somehow. But she was too dangerous for that. We just needed to pack up and get out of there.

I stumbled exhausted up the steps of our porch and let myself into the house.

To my shock, Phil was home!

He was standing at the kitchen bench drinking some juice. He looked as surprised as I was, but all I could think was "My Knight in Shining Armour!" I leapt at him, flung my arms around him, laying my head on his powerful chest, and burst into tears!

"Oh, thank God!" I sobbed, "You're home!"

I squeezed him tight but he didn't reciprocate. He just let out a gasp of pain and tried to ease himself out of my arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry", he breathed "... that hurts a bit!"

"What? Why? What's happened?... Why are you home so early? Is everything o.k.? ...Was your trip cancelled? Do we need to..." The questions poured out of me.

"Hush! Hush!" he interrupted. He gently disengaged my arms from around him and then hugged me  in return.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I've made a complete mess of things." he said.

"W..what do you mean?" I stammered. This was all wrong. I was the one that should be apologising to him!

"I'm sorry." he repeated. "I've fucked things up big time! I don't know how to say this, but..." he paused. "Well... I did something really stupid... and now Vida is blackmailing me!"

It was bizarre. I should have been horrified. But all I felt was an overwhelming sense of relief! It wasn't just me who had screwed up! We really were in this together.

"It's o.k.! It's o.k.!" I said. "I know all about it. She did the same to me!"

"What?" he responded, sounding really puzzled. "What do you mean? What did she do?"

"You know... the drugs... the aphrodisiac to make us horny, the crazy parties..." I tailed off as I saw the expression on his face. He had no idea what I was talking about. "It's alright!" I went on. "It doesn't matter what you did. Let's just go. Now! We can leave it all behind and start new somewhere else..."

"No." he said, heavily, with despair in his voice. "I'd go to jail..." he whispered. "She's already beaten me..."

He turned around and gingerly took his shirt off. Now I was horrified! If I thought my injuries were bad, Phil's were far worse. His whole back had been shredded... a mish-mash of whip lash cuts in all directions, caked with dried blood and still oozing red in places.

Slowly and with trepidation he told me his story. It sounds straightforward when I recount it, but Phil told it in a non-linear way. Lots of pauses as he sought for the words to make it sound less awful. He even stammered and flushed bright red in embarrassment on a few occasions as he tried to explain.

He had been drugged in circumstances similar to my own. Under the influence of them it hadn't taken Vida long to discover where Phil's sexual interests really lay. It turns out they were somewhere completely different from what I knew of him. Apparently he fantasised about dominating women and inflicting pain - spankings and whips and all that clichéd stuff. He referred to it as 'BDSM'. On the third or fourth supposed 'business trip' that he'd been away on, Vida had encouraged him to indulge in a "session" with a young woman whom she introduced as her niece. Vida had explained that her niece was a submissive and a bit of a 'pain slut'. Phil could hardly believe his luck. It had always been fantasy up until now and suddenly he had the opportunity to do it, safely, for real.

Vida's niece, Candice, looked to be about 18 or 19. Quite unlike Vida, she was blond, short and a bit plump in a sexy girl-next-door way - big bum and big tits, as Phil described it. Vida had said that he needed to make his own arrangements with Candice about what was acceptable to her and what wasn't, but that they could use one of the basement rooms in Vida's house that had been set up to look like a dungeon.

To Phil's delight, Candice said that she wanted to be really hurt... that was the best way for her to get the most intense orgasms. But she liked a bit of role playing with it. She had a specific scenario she wanted him to act out with her. She was to be his involuntary captive and she wanted him to drag her kicking and screaming to be tied up and then whip her and fuck her and torture her breasts. Apparently she had made a strong point of one particular aspect. She would have a 'safe' phrase - "Susan says". It used her middle name, so she wouldn't forget it! If she spoke the phrase, he was to stop what he was doing immediately and release her. 

But - and here was the twist - she wanted to imagine that her safe word was being ignored. So, she selected a secondary safe word - "Delta". If she screamed this, or any words other than "Susan says", he was to ignore her pleas. "No matter what I say!!!" she demanded. "I mean it... only 'Susan says... '. o.k.?!"

So Phil had agreed.

But there was a problem, Phil explained to me...

The following day, once the "session" was all over, Vida had shown up and produced Candice's birth certificate. It showed that she was actually just under eighteen! Statutory rape! What's more, it wasn't just a matter of Vida threatening to report Phil for what was actually a voluntary act. Candice herself agreed she would to go to the police and claim she had been raped by Phil, unless he agreed to Vida's demands.

"What demands?" I asked.

"Three of them, actually." he replied. "Firstly, that I submit to testing some of her body-modification genetic research! Specifically, being a human guinea-pig for some drugs that LLS have under development. Secondly, I had to allow Candice to return the favour, so to speak." He grunted... "That's how my back ended up like this! It seems she likes inflicting pain even more than receiving it!" He paused. "Anway, umm... the third thing... umm..." He hesitated again. "We're supposed to become her slaves..."

"Slaves?!" I exclaimed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not quite sure. I just know it doesn't sound good."

"Why me?! What have I got to do with it?"

"I know... I'm sorry..." he stammered in apology. "But, please..."

"Please, what?!" I retorted sharply. This was going from bad to worse.

"Please... help me. I'm really fucked! I'll go to jail." He was almost in tears.

I was getting angry now. Fucking Bitch! How dare she. And even worse - fucking bastard! He fucks up and expects me to become a slave to some fucking cow because he's too fucking stupid to see what going on. Thinking with his fucking dick, as usual!

"I don't see why I should!" I snapped. "And, anyway, surely, its just your word against theirs... Vida wasn't even there!"

"I know," he replied. "But they've got it on video. Even if I could prove it was voluntary on her part, which I can't, she's underage anyway. Oh, fuck... what have I done...?" he moaned, sitting with his arms hugged tightly around his raised knees, rocking backwards and forwards.

Dear God... how fucking stupid could he be? I thought. I felt anger boiling up inside me. I might have been slutty under the influence of the drugs, but at least I didn't do anything illegal. This was really serious. It would destroy us if we couldn't find a way to get out from the bitch's clutches. We couldn't just move to another city and start over... not with law enforcement involved.

"How do you know they've actually got a video?" I asked.

"She gave it to me on DVD", he whispered.

"I want to see it!"

"No, please. Don't! It's horrible. You won't like it. I'm so ashamed..."

I insisted and very reluctantly Phil produced the DVD.

He was wrong. It wasn't just horrible. It was the must disgusting, depraved, hideous and frightening thing I'd ever seen. As I sat, eyes glued to the screen watching the action, my blood ran cold. It felt like something died inside me. All the love I had ever had for Phil just drained away. It was the weirdest feeling and it would never have seemed possible if someone had told me beforehand that I'd be out of love with my husband within half an hour. But its true. It happened... just like that. I was watching an animal. The Phil I knew left me then and I literally had the physical sensation of all my feelings for him seeping from my body. It left me cold and empty. And scared.

It was terrifying to watch. The only thing I could possibly say in his defence is that Candice looked older than her 17 years. I'd have put her at 21 or 22. If she really had volunteered, then... But I couldn't believe that anyway, after watching the scene unfold in front of me.

She was beautiful, wide-hipped, skinny-waisted and voluptuous. Big ass and big tits with the smoothest, creamiest pale skin imaginable. She was naked. So was he.

The room they were in was dungeon-like and, apart from it being well lit, it could have been a film set from countless past movies. There was no introduction. The video cut straight in with Phil dragging her by a fistful of blonde hair, kicking and screaming, towards a device in the middle of the room that comprised two short narrow, padded benches, set parallel to each other slightly wider than shoulder-width apart.

He was sporting an enormous boner, his full 7 inches massively erect. In moments he had hauled her, struggling violently, up onto the benches on her knees, so she was straddling the space between the two benches. He punched her in the stomach causing her to bend forward, clutching her abdomen. In the brief pause of her struggles, he swiftly used three straps on each bench to secure her legs to the padded surface - one strap behind each knee, another across the back of each calf and a third at her ankles. He yanked the straps tight and she cried out in pain as they bit cruelly into her flesh. Gripping her neck tightly from behind, he forced her forward, bending her further at the waist until her forearms were lying along the benches, where he strapped them as well.

She was in a horribly vulnerable position,  spread thighs exposing her ass and pussy to his coming ministrations. Her back sloped downwards towards her neck, placing her face at just the right height to accept his penis whilst he stood. She was whimpering with fear.

I'm not going to spell out in detail everything he did. I was shocked. He began by beating her big creamy buttocks with a cane. She screamed and screamed as each strike cause her plump flesh to quiver, and raised a vicious red wheal across the white skin. A dozen times or more he thrashed her. Her body thrust forward as far as her bound limbs would allow, in an attempt to escape the deadly instrument. Her cries escalated in volume and panic.

"Please! Please! ... No more!, NO MORE!, PLEASE!!! I BEG YOU!!!! DELTA!!!!!!!!!!!!! DELTA!!!!!" she screamed out the safe word.

He continued his thrashing.

"I mean it! REALLY! I mean it! Safe word!!! SAFE WORD!!! DELTA! DELTA! PLEASSSSSEEEEE..................."

It seemed pretty clear that she had really had enough, but he ignored her pleas. That was when I seriously started to doubt his tale about the 'secondary safe word'. It just didn't make sense. This was too real. I couldn't believe she would put herself through that sort of pain, even if her goal was blackmail. It didn't look like acting to me.

He paused for a moment in his attack on the girl, out of breath, his big red erection swaying, dripping pre-cum. Then he climbed up onto the benches himself, standing upright facing her striped backside, with his knees straddling her skinny waist. He gripped her waist tightly between his legs and shuffled forward, forcing her hips and ass backwards so that her buttocks tightened and the fleshy cheeks parted, her butt-crack opening and spreading wide to reveal her puckered pinky-brown anus. She whimpered in further panic. She must have known what was coming!

Taking his time, he raised the cane high above his head and brought a devastating blow swishing down into the crack of her ass to land directly across the puckered rosebud at its centre. Her cry was more of a shriek of agony and she almost toppled him over as she involuntarily yanked herself forward in a belated attempt to avoid the pain. He just managed to hold himself upright and shuffled forward once more, forcing her buttocks to spread open again. Twice more he thrashed her asshole leaving it red, swollen and obviously painful.

Then he leapt from the benches, discarding the cane on the floor as he grasped his cock with one hand and spread the pre-cum over its head the other. In a moment he was behind her, the head of his cock pressed against her anus. He grasped her hips in both hands and, in one savage move, thrust the full length of his penis into her backside. She reared up in shock, at least to the extent her bonds allowed, and emitted another horrific scream of pain and panic. Phil had a sadistic grin on his face. Ignoring her pain and terror, he proceeded to pump her ass viciously with his swollen member. In no more than thirty seconds he let out a great cry of exultation as he came, withdrawing at the last moment to spew his thick spunk over her back.

That whole sordid episode, from first cane strike to withdrawal, was over in no more than about 10 minutes. But Phil's savage treatment of Candice didn't stop there. He spent nearly an hour and a half with her. It seemed that the initial thrashing was just a warm up and it gradually got worse from there. He fucked her face, thrusting the cock that had been buried in her rectum only minutes before down her throat. He jammed himself tight against her face, penis buried deep, forcing her to gag, unable to breathe, struggling in a panicked attempt to draw breath and stop the vomit that must have been rising in her throat.

At once stage he even thrust a long needle, like a hat pin, through both her breasts. He squeezed each large tit, in turn, until the flesh was taut and swollen, and then pushed the needle slowly in from one side out through the other. He repeated it on the next breast so that the needle was skewering both at the same time. Then he looped a chain around each end of the needle and hauled upwards with a pulley until she was on tip-toes, arms tied behind her back, supporting most of her weight from her stretched breasts. Then he proceeded to whip her breasts.

The depravity went on. Only a truly sick mind could have even contemplated such behaviour, let alone carried it out. When he was finally through with her, he dismissively wiped his cock clean on hair, leaving her sobbing in a heap on the floor as he left the room.

I felt nauseous. Stunned. Lost for words.

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We didn't speak for several hours after that.

I had thought my world had been unsettled before, but this was devastating... it felt like I was struggling to make headway against a gale that made my previous problems no more than the irritation of a light wind disturbing me.  As far as I was concerned, I had lost my partner, the love of my life, the one person that could have helped us out of this predicament. Instead he had made it worse. Ten times worse. I had no idea where to turn, what to do, how to escape from this terrible trap that had been laid.

However, during the hours of my internal ponderings about our fate, I came slowly and steadily to the realisation that I was in fact far more resilient than I gave myself credit for and my position wasn't as bad as I thought. I recalled that I had already made a decision and steeled myself to escape from Vida's clutches. Yes, I had been totally thrown by Phil's early return home and his distressing admissions. But the more I thought about it, the more I realised that Phil's betrayal of me had actually sown within it the seeds of my own escape. I didn't love him any more. I despised him. It didn't matter what happened with Vida... Phil and I were over anyway.

Vida wanted us to become her slaves. And Phil had dug the pit so deep, it seemed we had no option but to acquiesce to her demands.

Until I stopped saying 'we'.

Phil was the one who had broken the law and done something despicable. I could never forgive him for that. He deserved to be punished, but I didn't deserve it. So why not let him take his punishment without me? I know I had done things I was totally ashamed of, but nothing illegal. I could run. Hide somewhere remote. Start a new life. Noone would know me. I didn't need Phil. What was there to stop me?

That night, I insisted that Phil sleep in the spare room. In the early hours of the morning I quietly packed a large case with clothes and other belongings and left.

I drove the BMW and never looked back.

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End of Chapter 4.

To Be Continued...