Author: Hungry Guy
Title: KATHY'S FATE
Summary: This story is a sequel to KATHY'S NIGHTMARE.
Keywords: M/F Mdom Fpov Fsub bd ds oral rom humil caution
Language: english

KATHY'S FATE

By Hungry Guy

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* PAROLE *
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    _* Cue "Girl From Ohio" by The Outlaws. *_

    Kathy spent the past 15 years in the Federal Corrections Institution for Women in Tallahassee, Florida.  On her first night in prison, she dreamt that her prison sentence was all a nightmare and woke up in bed with her boyfriend and with her kids all sound asleep in his house in New York.  Then she woke up for real, and found herself back in prison. 

    15 years later, Kathy had finally been granted parole and was transferred to a pre-release facility near Cleveland.

    A week later, with a set of fresh, clean clothes and $100 in her pocket, she stepped out onto the sidewalk under the bright morning sun into freedom.  

    Her once beautiful strawberry blonde hair with the golden highlights that she wore in a puffy ponytail had turned gray and flat.  Her once cheerful smile had been replaced with an expression of hard hopeless despair.  And her once proud perky chest now sagged.

    She walked down the street and stopped into Dunkin Donuts and had her first taste of tasty food and fresh coffee in 15 years.  She then walked over to the pay phone back behind the restrooms and called her ex husband, Aaron Mizen.

    "Hello!" a woman's voice answered the phone.

    "Can I talk to Aaron?" asked Kathy.

    "Who is this?" the woman asked.

    "I'm Kathy.  His ex wife."

    "Oh!  The slut!  They finally let you out of prison?  Well, hold on!  I'll get my husband.  Just a sec'!"

    A few moments later, Aaron spoke into the phone.  "Hello Kathy.  What do you want?"

    "I need your help, Aaron!"

    "Go fuck yourself, slut!"

    "Please, Aaron!"

    "Or go fuck one of your countless boyfriends!  That _Hungry Guy_ is still writing his disgusting toilet slave stories.  Or maybe Mangla wants to add another concubine to his harem!"

    Kathy hung up on her ex husband.  Looking through the phone book, she dialed one of Dr. Mangla's offices next.

    "Doctor's office!" the voice on the phone said.  "Please hold."

    After feeding the pay phone for the next 10 minutes, the receptionist came back.  "May I help you?"

    "I need to talk to Paul!"

    "Paul?  You mean Dr. Mangla?"

    "Yes!"

    "He's semi-retired now and only has office hours on Tuesday mornings.  Would you like to make an appointment?"

    Kathy just hung up and called the next number for one of his offices, then the next, and then the next.  Each one said the same thing.  She finally reached him at one.

    "What do you want?" said Dr. Mangla in a slight Indian accent.

    "I just got out of prison.  You have to help me, Paul!"

    "I'm married to Annie now!  No thanks to you!"

    "Me?  You hired the best lawyers for yourself and got off scott-free!  I had to use a public defender and spent 15 years in prison, you bastard!  You once told me you loved me!"

    "Well, you know how it is, Kathy.  You fall in love--you fall out of love.  You even said, yourself, that you can't control who you love from moment to moment.  Now stay out of my life, slut!"

    "Hey!" Kathy shouted into the phone.  Several people in the doughnut shop looked up at her.  "You once told me that Annie said you'd never have to work another day in your life if you married her.  I bet you're just using her, too!"

    The phone went silent.

    _* Cue "Downbound Train" by Bruce Springsteen. *_

    Kathy had only one more chance.  She pumped several dollars into the pay phone and called New York.

    "Hello," said a male voice.

    "Hi!" said Kathy in a perky voice.

    "Hi!  Who's this?"

    "It's Kathy!  Don't you remember me?"

    "Oh, yeah.  Hi, Kathy.  You still in prison?"

    "I just got out on parole this morning.  I have no one, Guy!  I have nowhere to go!"  Kathy started to cry into the phone.  

    "Uhm..." Guy stammered.

    "You once said that you gave me your unconditional love and that you'd always love me forever," said Kathy.  "Do you still love me?"

    There was a long pause on the phone until Kathy asked, "You still there?"

    "Yeah," said Guy.  "I hate you for the way you lied to me and used me.  But yes, I still love you, too."

    Kathy spoke softly, "I didn't lie to you.  I loved you with all my heart!  I wish I never met Doctor Mangla.  I'd have never fallen out of love with you, and I'd have divorced my husband and come to New York with my kids to be with you!  I'd have never gone to prison!  It's true what you said about him; he stole my heart from you, then used me, then threw me away.  He's an evil, evil person!"

    "Just like you..."

    "Will you help me?  Or will you let me rot homeless in the streets of Cleveland, too?"

    "I'll help you, but I don't trust you after what you did to me."

    "I'm sorry, Guy!  So you'll help me?"

    "I'll help you, but it has to be my way this time."

    "What do you mean?" she asked.

    "I can't let you rip my heart out again then throw it away when you get bored with me, or let you let some sweet-talking player steal your heart from me again.  I won't be hurt again by you!"

    "I won't hurt you again!  I promise!"

    "Yeah.  Like the promises we made to each other before you met Mangla and suddenly didn't love me any more."

    "What do I have to do?"

    "You have to come to New York to be with me, just like we planned 15 years ago."

    "I can't, Guy!  I haven't seen my kids in 15 years!  I have to find a place near them!"

    "Then I can't help you, Kathy."

    "Please, Guy!"

    "No!  If you can get yourself to the Amtrak station, I'll purchase a train ticket to New York and you can pick it up at the ticket counter, and I'll pick you up in New York."

    "You won't come to Cleveland and help me get my own place?"

    "No."

    "You won't even send me money to get an apartment?"

    "No.  Haven't you learned by now that there are consequences to your actions, Kathy?"

    "Then you won't help me?"

    "If you come to New York and move in with me, I'll support you while you look for a job.  Then when you have a job, I'll help you get an apartment near here.  Maybe I'll still help you get your RN.  But with a prison record..."

    "There's things I can still do as a nurse..."

    "You can even fuck around if you want--I know I can't really stop you--but you have to come home to me at night, or the support stops.  And you have to accept that I now have a few play partners of my own to play with from time to time.  In fact, I'm going down to North Carolina next weekend to rape Romangirl, and Fuschia will be coming from Wales to stay with me for a few weeks next month, and then I'm going out to Indiana to visit Mindy for a weekend in the fall, then I'm going out to Minnesota to give Jenny a new tattoo, and Kristina might be my toilet girl for a week sometime next year if her case-load lightens up by then, and then Lyzi..."

    Kathy hung up on him and started crying.  Everyone in the doughnut shop looked up to see what was wrong.  Leaving the store, she counted her change.  She had $75 left out of her $100.

    The cab ride to the train station in downtown Cleveland cost her $60.  She found a pay phone at the station and called Guy back.  "I'm at the Amtrak station in Cleveland.  Buy me a ticket to New York."

    She ended the call and waited about 15 minutes for Guy to purchase her ticket from amtrak.com.  She then approached the counter and got her ticket.

    The Lakeshore Limited to New York wasn't scheduled to arrive in Cleveland until 4 AM, and then it was two hours late as usual.

    The ticket clerk announced the train at 6 AM and apologized for the delay caused by CSX freight train congestion--as usual.

    The Lakeshore Limited plodded eastbound from Cleveland, stopped at a few whistle-stops along the way, and finally arrived in New York at 8 PM, 8 hours late.

    Guy met her at the station and they hugged and kissed, though the tension between them could generate enough electricity to make the Lakeshore Limited run on time.

    Guy drove back to his house with Kathy.  By then, it was after 9 PM.  "Want to take a shower, Kathy?" he said.

    "I'm exhausted.  I just want to go to bed."

    "Me too," said Guy with a big grin.

    "Please don't make me!  Not tonight!"

    "Yes!  Tonight!" he said and pulled the bedding up to the foot of the bed, exposing the whole bottom sheet.  "Take off your clothes and get in bed!"

    Kathy grudgingly undressed and got into bed and rested her head on a pillow.  

    "Nuh, uh!" said Guy.  "Put your legs up against the headboard and your head in the middle of the bed, just like our first night together 15 years ago."

    "Please Guy!  I'm not into that kinky stuff any more!  Please don't!"

    "Fine," he said and crossed his arms.  "Then leave!"

    "What?  Leave?"

    "Yes.  Leave.  Now."

    "Where do you want me to go in the middle of the night?"

    "That's your problem."

    Kathy huffed and crawled into position.  She slid her butt up against the headboard, spread her legs out in a vertical "V" against the headboard, and lay her head back in the very center of the bed.

    Guy locked a pair of leather shackles around each of her ankles and used heavy cotton clothesline to tie her legs snugly to the knobs on the top ends of the headboard.  

    Then he locked another pair of shackles onto each of her wrists and pulled her arms tightly over her head and tied the ropes to the legs of the footboard. 

    "Ow!" said Kathy.  "You're stretching my arms!  That's too tight!  It hurts!"

    "Deal with it," said Guy.

    Guy then slid a small medical-style mattress pad under the back of her head.  

    "Wait!" she gasped.  "What's that for?"

    "You don't remember what we bought these for 15 years ago, Kathy?"

    "I remember," she said.  "But please don't pee in my mouth!  That's disgusting!  Please!"

    "I may have to pee during the night, Kathy."

    "Oh God!  No!  Please!"

    Guy placed a metal orthopedic brace around her neck to hold her head in position so that she couldn't move it or turn away.  

    He began to place a metal ring in her mouth with two straps hanging from it.  "No!  Please!  I promise I won't bite!  Please don't put that in my mouth!"

    "I can't take a chance on you biting down in the middle of the night!  Now open your mouth!"

    "Are you going to sleep on me all night?"

    "That's the plan!" he chuckled.

    "No!" shrieked Kathy.  "You remember what happened last time?  I couldn't breathe with you on top of me and your cock down my throat!"

    "I remember!" said Guy.  "You'll just have to struggle to breathe!"

    "But what if I can't?" shrieked Kathy.  "I'll suffocate!  What if I die?"

    "It's a chance I'll have to take," said Guy.

    "Oh God!  You don't care about me!  You don't care if you kill me!"

    "Sure, I care.  I don't want to kill you.  But I accept it as a possibility.  Or maybe you'll just wake up in the morning a vegetable.  Who knows what'll happen?"

    He moved closer and brought the steel ring up to her mouth.

    "Please!  No!" she screamed.

    Guy pinched her jaw open and placed the metal ring in her mouth, then buckled the strap around the back of her head.

    "Ah! Ah!" she screamed and struggled against her shackles.

    Guy pulled the blankets up over Kathy's body and made his bed.  Only her crotch and legs splayed against the headboard were visible.  

    Kathy lay there in the dark under the hot blankets.   She tried to pull free, but she was tied too securely.  The shackles had no slack whatsoever, and her limbs were stretched painfully taut.

    She heard the shower running for a while, and then he seemed to go downstairs for a while.  

    She ran her tongue around her jaw and tasted the metallic flavor of that steel ring in her mouth.  The ring held her mouth open so wide that she couldn't open it any wider, nor could she close her mouth.  It was becoming painful to hold her mouth wide open for so long.

    Then Guy returned.  She felt the bed sway as he crawled into bed, then he settled his body upon hers.  A split second later, she felt him straddle her head with his thighs and then he shoved his cock into her mouth.  He rested his weight upon her, and his cock forced its way past her throat into her esophagus under his weight.

    She remembered that she had once been good at swallowing cock.  She could hold a cock deep down her throat for minutes at a time without gagging.  Fifteen years ago, Guy had, several times, fucked her mouth without mercy, making her hold her breath for one, two, even three minutes at a time.  Although she had told him that she wanted to be used hard, his seeming uncaring attitude toward her safety was one of the reasons that her love for him had faltered.  

    She felt him press a pillow into her crotch and lay his head down.  Though it was totally dark under the blankets, she sensed when he reached over and turned the light off.  

    As she lay there under him, his 200 pounds pressing down upon her was crushing.  Forcing herself to inhale was rapidly exhausting against the suffocating weight.  

    Not only that, but his ball sack was draped over her nose, and her airflow was thusly reduced by the loose flesh over her nostrils.

    Then she sensed something in her throat.  Oh God!  He was peeing directly into her throat.  His pee was filling her esophagus and backing into her mouth.  

    She had no choice but to swallow.  He continued peeing, and she struggled to swallow fast enough.  She was terrified that if she paused for even a split second, his pee would flood her throat and she'd drown.  She had no choice but to hold her breath and chug it down.

    He continued peeing without pause to let her take a breath.  She knew that if her swallowing rhythm faltered that she'd die.  The stark terror of that knowledge forced her to keep her swallowing rhythm until he finally stopped peeing.  

    Then he grunted and let out a fart just an inch above her face.  Sealed by the blankets, she took the odor in at full strength.  

    But he wasn't done yet.  He began slamming his hips down on her face, ramming his hard cock down her throat again, and again, and again.  By then, her lungs were screaming in agony.  She had no idea how long she had been holding her breath while he pissed down her throat, but it had to be two or three.  That ring in her mouth bit into her soft tissues as his groin slammed against her jaw, his cock rubbed against her tongue and throat, and his ball sack slapped against her nose.

    The pain started to ease and Kathy started to feel lightheaded when Guy froze still and his cock started swelling rhythmically.  He flooded her throat with his cum over and over.  Just as her whole body was feeling numb, his cock shrunk in her mouth and she gasped for a breath.  

    The lightheaded feeling soon went away as Kathy was able to breathe slowly.  It was still a Herculean effort to breathe against his weight bearing down on her torso and his ball sack draped over her nose, but at least she was getting air.

    The night passed.  Guy started to snore.  Kathy continued to lay awake under Guy's weight.  His soft cock dangled limply in her mouth, but even a flaccid cock was a sizable object hold in one's mouth.  She strained to breathe despite the intense, agonizing pain of each inhale.  Her body wanted to stop breathing, but she knew if she gave in to exhaustion that she'd die.  If she fell asleep under him, she'd die. 

    The hours dragged by so slowly.  He peed once or twice during the night.  She'd be lying there, when suddenly, he'd stir and piss would squirt out the tip of his cock into her mouth.  If she had been asleep, she'd have drowned without ever waking up.  At least his cock was soft and she could swallow and breathe at the same time.

    Come morning, his cock grew hard once again, and he immediately began slamming his crotch against her jaw.  Kathy held her breath while his orgasm built over the next two or three minutes.  Then his cock swelled rhythmically as he shot his load down her throat once again.

    He shot the last could of squirts into her then rolled off her and climbed out of bed.  

    He pulled the blankets down and slid an adult incontinence diaper onto her.  She tried to scream, "Let me out!" but it came out as, "Eeeh eeeh oooh!"

    He removed the ring from her mouth and said, "What?"

    "Let me out, now!" she pleaded.

    "I don't think so, Kathy," he said.

    "What do you mean?  How long are you going to keep me tied to this bed?"

    "I dunno.  Until I get bored and put you in one of my other toys."

    "But when are we going to go look for an apartment?"

    "I don't think we're going to look for an apartment, Kathy.  I decided to keep you as my permanent fuck toy."

    "What?  You lied to me?"

    "No.  I didn't lie to you.  I fully intended to help you find an apartment when you called me on the phone the other day.  I just changed my mind since I promised that.  Sound familiar?"

    "Please Guy!"

    "In the days and weeks that follow, you'll find yourself in my toilet slave machine, as my cum sponge, and in my head box.  Shit, I might even use you as a dart board in a game of human darts one of these days, or turn you into a human hammock for an afternoon, or even mount you permanently inside a foam mattress with a hole over your mouth like we talked about doing 15 years go."

    Kathy started crying as Guy placed the ring back in her mouth.  He made the bed and walked out of the room to start his day.

    _* Cue "Rest In Pieces" by Misanthrope. *_

    * END * 
