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Subject: STORY: Nothing Like The Sun pt.12
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   STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The following story contains scenes of female
domination. Those with moral objections to such activity as well as those
under legal age should not read this story.
   All the characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to
persons living, dead, or undead is completely coincidental. The author
makes no claims about any of the products, movies, artists or children's
stories mentioned in this story, other than they exist and are a part of
our culture at large.  

                             Nothing Like The Sun
                                 By L.Corvidae  
                            Chapter Twelve: Fuckup
Saturday Night
   Something was going on. Somewhere in town there must have been a
concert or new movie or SOMETHING, because as we pulled into the parking
lot of the health club there was scarcely a car to be seen.
   Inside it was even more deserted, and by the time i got into the locker
room i was entirely by myself.
   i still slipped into a toilet stall, just in case, and undid the lock
on my belt. As always, my hand slipped around the base of my cock and this
time.... this time there was no one else in the room. This time i had the
memory of Mistress' "gratification" still relatively fresh in my mind
after only two weeks; and had the prospect of more dancing about in my
dreams nightly.
   This time i jerked off wantonly and uncontrollably.
   It only took a minute and a half to reach orgasm; and as i spurted my
semen into the toilet the full gravity of what i had done began to sink
in. my face turned beet red and my heart began to beat erratically. i had
broken Her orders, disobeyed Mistress!
   my initial impulse was to cover up what i had done. i wiped the head of
my dick with toilet paper furiously and ran my index finger along my
urethra, hoping to milk out any semen that might still be "hiding." i had
to do that twice because every time i thought i was done, more cum would
start to ooze out. i knew i was starting to take too long, so i wiped over
everything, scrubbed everything, and pulled my clothes on, hurrying out
the door as fast as i could.
   When i got to the courts i thought i must not have taken as long as i
had feared, as She was just arriving as well. She seemed curious as to my
flushed condition, but  i lied and said i'd had to pee and that i'd rushed
after that, not wanting to keep Her waiting.
   We hit the ball around a few times in practice, then started in on the
first rally of the game. i was playing terribly, but at least i imagined
i'd gotten away with my trespass.
   Then, as  i went for the ball during the third rally of the game, She
swung Her racquet into my groin with all Her strength. i doubled over from
pain and shock and my feet slipped out from under me. i tumbled sideways
into a wall and slid down  onto the hardwood floor.
   "I TOLD YOU NO!" She screamed, flinging Her racquet at me. i deflected
it with my arm, only to leave myself open for a vicious kick between my
legs.
    "I TRUSTED you, you SON OF A BITCH!" She was hysterical. She ran from
the court, slamming the door behind Her so hard the glass wall rattled
ominously.
   As my body slid further down from a sitting to a prone position, i
could just barely discern the source of Her anger: a small, telltale stain
of tardy semen had formed at the crotch of my shorts.
* * * *
   i had to walk all the way back to Her house to retrieve my car. At
least She hadn't trashed it. Her own car wasn't even there, and the lights
were all out. i left Her racquet and the chastity belt on Her porch and
drove home; never expecting to see or hear from Her again.
   i'd decided, somewhere between scraping myself off the floor and
dodging traffic on the walk over, not to beg for mercy or grovel. i'd
known the rules, agreed to them and i'd fucked up.
   It seemed like such a minor thing, but God only knew what She'd do. i
made a note to drop my online account and change the locks on my apartment
as soon as i could; and, fastening the chain, took a long, hot bath to
soothe my battered genitals.
   i woke the next day feeling incredibly depressed. After waging a
lengthy argument with myself, i decided check my E-mail. There was a
message  from  Her. Trembling, i read it.
   If you wish forgiveness, it said, be at My house at eight P.M. sharp.
C.
   i was torn. i wanted so badly to be with Her again, to be forgiven....
but what if it were a trap? Again, God alone only knew what She'd do to me
once She had me naked and tied down in Her soundproof basement. What if
this were just Her attempt to kick me around some more before dumping my
sorry ass for good.
   Was it worth the risk? my mind screamed "NO!" at me, but at
seven-thirty i was in my car and headed for the west side of town.   
   There were two cars parked in front of Her house when i got there: Hers
and another that was parked where i usually did, so i had to drive a
little past it and back up into position. It didn't look like Mandy's OR
Lindsey's and the sight of it had me mightily worried.
   When i entered the mud room, i was surprised to find a woman's clothes
in the garbage can already. For a second, i thought She might be expecting
me to put on the short, red dress, but it was clearly far too small a size
to even have a chance of fitting me. The belt was there as well as my
collar, and reluctantly i pulled my accouterments of submission back into
place.
   i entered the dungeon at eight 'o'clock on the button, and was stunned
by what i saw. Mistress was there, standing imperiously in the center of
the room with Her arms folded under Her bare breasts; waiting for me. She
had on the skirt and gloves She'd worn for our first "session" together.
   Yet as stunning as She looked, my eyes were inescapably drawn to the
dark-haired beauty that was cowering at Her feet. She was a short, lithe,
muscular woman of Latino descent; and She wasn't cowering from Mistress,
but rather from the sight of ME.
    "Que tonto! " the woman said, trying to hide behind Mistress' legs.
   "Comportate bien," Mistress commanded her sternly. 
   Not speaking Spanish myself, i could only stare at them blankly.
"Mistress?" i asked nervously.
   "I realize, michael, that what happened last night was as much My fault
as yours," She said.
   "Your fault, Mistress? No!"
   She waved me off angrily. "It was foolish of me to give you a taste of
sexual pleasure and expect you to behave yourself after that."
    "Los Hombres son unos perros! " the stranger said.
   "No hables, solo actua asustado, " Mistress replied sharply. The woman
wailed in sudden fear.
   "Mistress," i asked, feeling very, very nervous.
   "Don't worry about this little slut! She was one of my former slaves."
Mistress grabbed her by the hair. "You know your place, don't you?" 
   "Ay! Eso duele!  "
   "I said, you know your place, DON'T YOU?"
   "Si! Si, Gato!"
   Mistress released her roughly.
   "You see, michael, since you cannot be trusted to control youself, I am
giving you this little slut to slake your beastial urges with!"
   "No!" the girl cried.
   "Now get over here," Mistress commanded, suddenly struggling with the
new slave, "and help Me tie this bitch down!"
   i held my ground, my stomach suddenly beginning to churn.
   "NOW MICHAEL!" Mistress screamed, fighting with the panic-stricken
woman.
   i felt like throwing up as i helped Mistress wrestle the poor,
screeching girl onto a low padded bench and tied her down to it. Mistress
insisted that her legs be tied wide open and to add to my growing nausea,
the fear and excitement had made the struggling captive wet.  
  "No!" she wailed miserably. "No!"
  i took a quick back from my handiwork, wondering just how much further
this was going to go. From Her "rack" Mistress produced a strap-on on
unbelievable length and thickness.
   "Se ve esto muy grande!" the slave girl said. 
   "What... what is THAT for, Mistress?" i asked, very nervous.
   "Why... it's for YOU michael," She replied coyly. Before i could quite
process what She meant, She had already begun strapping it onto the front
of my chastity belt. She pulled the strap that ran up the crack of my ass
tight, and suddenly i was "gifted" with an enormous erection that was
wholly not of my body. It was the most humiliating feeling i'd ever
experienced in my life.
   In spite of all the straps back there, the cheeks of my ass were still
exposed and She landed a hard slap against them. 
   "Well? You're the one who can't control himself? Get to work, asshole!"
   "Mistress, please!" i moaned. She slapped me across my face, spun me in
the direction of "our" bound victim and gave me a swift kick in the ass
that sent me sprawling on top of the shrieking, shaking woman.
   i pulled myself off her and stood for a moment between her splayed
thighs. Tears began to run down my cheeks.
   "Please," i whispered, "forgive me!"
   "Nooooo!" she screeched back at me plaintively.
   Mistress smacked my ass hard again and, shutting my eyes against the
ugliness of my own actions, i slid the huge dildo tentatively into her
quivering body. She howled like a dying animal. She bucked and thrashed
against her bonds and secretly i prayed they'd break, but they didn't.
   "Is that all you do when you fuck, michael? Just stick it in and hold
it there? I'm glad it's not me having to put up with your ineptitude!"
   Bile rose to the back of my throat as i slid the false cock deeper into
her flailing body. Her cries were beyond enduring. i pulled out and just
as the bulbous glans began to emerge, Mistress slapped my ass hard again
and miserably i penetrated the helpless woman again.
   i was raping her. i had become a rapist.
   By the end she stopped screaming, and that was the worst of it. She
just lay there limp and crying. 
   i couldn't take it anymore. i pulled out and turned an ran past
Mistress straight to the bathroom; belching up a cascade of hot vomit into
the bowl. A second eruption swiftly followed the first, then a third.
   i was heaving dry into the fetid bowl when Mistress' shriek rattled me
to the bone.
   "MICHAEL GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!"
   i withdrew from the toilet reluctantly, pulling myself to my feet with
tremendous effort. i staggered back into the dungeon and teetered at the
doorway. my heart stopped altogether.
   Mistress was standing over the girl's limp, athletic body. She'd undid
the ropes and now the young woman's body lay on the floor. The slave's
entire lower torso was drenched in a vast pool of crimson; it dripped
lugubriously from the end of the bench. She wasn't moving.
   "WHAT DID YOU DO?" Mistress screamed at me.
   "me?!?" i felt another wash of puke rise up my from burning gullet. She
crossed the room in a flash and hit me with the back of Her hand.
   "DON'T YOU DARE YOU FUCK! YOU..."
   Whatever She was about to call me or accuse me of died on Her lips,
however, as Her tirade was interrupted by a stream of uncontrollable...
giggles that rose up from, and shook, the "corpse" fiercely.
   i gaped at the boisterously laughing figure. my horror sank to a new
level as i gazed into Mistress' fathomless, remorseless eyes. my "victim"
was now rolling around on the floor, clutching at her stomach and
wallowing in her "blood" as she laughed and laughed.
   "Go back to the bathroom, michael. I'll deal with you later."
   i stumbled back to the lavatory in a stupor. The room stank. i sank to
the tiled floor and curled up in a ball, pulling my knees to my chest and
crying quietly.
   In my confusion and misery, i'd left the door ajar; and i could hear
them in the other room.
   "Thank you, Gina," Mistress said coldly.
   "Sorry, Gato," Gina replied, her voice still choked with giggles, "but
I mean, how far were you planning on taking that anyway? Have the poor
shithead bury me in the backyard?"
   "I had my purposes, you needn't have concerned yourself."
   "What is this shit anyway?"
   "Kayro syrup and food coloring."
   "Mmmm! Tastes sweet! You're one sick bitch, Gato, I'll tell you that
much!"
   "I had my purposes," Mistress reiterated.
   "Yeah? All that just because the poor asshole played with himself?
Jesus! We used to get away with a lot worse than that, I mean Alex..."
   The voices in the other room stopped suddenly.
   Eventually Gina spoke up again, though this time it was barely audible
over my soft crying.
   "Sorry, Gato, I didn't mean..."
   "I was lax before. I paid the price for that. But I will NOT make the
same mistake again! I... I think you should leave, Gina."
   "Yeah. Sorry."
   A few moments later i heard someone stop at the door, look in and
softly whisper "Jesus!" 
   Gina left and i lay alone on the cold tiles, alone with the stench of
my vomit, alone in the despondent pit that had once been occupied by my
soul.

   END OF CHAPTER TWELVE
   Note: Please feel free to E-mail with any constructive criticism and
suggestions for future episodes. Flames will be ignored. This story is
protected by copyright, 1997, by the author.
   Special Notice: Thanks to Deborah for her help on the translations to
Spanish. We're both crossing our fingers we got it right!   




 


   Once, I swore I would die for you,
   But I never meant like this.
   I never meant like this.
   No, I never meant like this.

                Stabbing Westward "Shame"

