At My Brother-in-Law's Mercy, Epilogue.

In the weeks following my ordeal in Ian's new house, I stayed in my bed.  I 
didn't get up at all, just lay there day after day.  John was seriously 
worried about me, and did his best to take care of me.  I just couldn't pull 
myself together.  I just felt as if I was a walking victim.  I had strange 
ideas that if I stepped outside I would be immediately jumped by the first 
man I met.  So I stayed huddled under the covers in my bed, reliving each 
degrading moment.  The worst part was remembering how I had responded, 
especially to Ian.  I should have been completely repulsed, but instead I 
had climaxed repeatedly.  Maybe Ian was right and I was a slut.

Eventually, John had a long talk to me and insisted that I tell him what was 
wrong.  I couldn't tell him the whole truth, but I needed to give him some 
sort of explanation.  So I told him that Richard had raped me.  He was 
understandably horrified and sympathetic.  He tried to help me, but came to 
the conclusion that I needed professional counselling.

So I found myself one sunny morning sat in a psychiatrist waiting room.  The 
receptionist had apologised as they were running late, and offered me a 
choice of herbal teas.  The magazines on offer were not exactly riveting, so 
I was quite willing to be engaged in conversation with the only other 
occupant of the waiting room.  She appeared to be a stunningly beautiful and 
confident woman.  Over the next few weeks, I saw her on a regular basis as 
her appointment was nearly always scheduled at the same time as mine.  While 
the psychiatrist did his best to help, I found it difficult to completely 
open up to him.  I found myself looking forward to talking to April more 
than talking to the psychiatrist.

I couldn't work out why April was seeing a psychiatrist, until one day she 
told me she was actually a man.  Once I got over the shock, I found myself 
telling her, or him if you want to be technical, all about what had happened 
to me.  April was a sympathetic listener, and said pretty much the same kind 
of thing that my psychiatrist kept saying.  However, she differed in one 
major area.  While she agreed that I wasn't to blame for anything that had 
happened to me, she thought that the only way I would ever get peace of mind 
was to take revenge.

Each week she had some new suggestion of how to exact vengeance, some wacky 
and some cruel.  I resisted her ideas until one week, when I had received a 
phone call from Ian.  He called me up to tell me that he hadn't found any 
girl with as tight a cunt as me, so he wanted me to drop by.  When I 
refused, he threatened to send a couple of interesting photos of me having 
sex with several men to John.  I arrived for my appointment trembling and 
shaken, and April made me tell her all about it.  She was of the opinion 
that if I didn't do something, Ian would blackmail me into having sex with 
him whenever the whim took him.  Much as I hated to admit it, she was making 
sense, so I went along with her plans.

Accordingly, the following weekend I was sat in a dark booth at the back of 
a dingy pub waiting for Ian to arrive.  I had phoned him the previous day 
and told him I was willing to do whatever he wanted.  His smug laugh had 
dispelled any lingering doubts I had about April's plans.  I spotted Ian 
swaggering in through the door, and ducked down in my seat, pulling my cap 
further down over my face.  Ian brought a beer and sat down in the booth 
next to mine.

Ian hadn't had chance to take more than a sip of his beer before April 
slipped in next to him.  April looked stunning in an extremely short dress 
and long stocking clad legs.  I couldn't hear exactly what she murmured in 
his ear, but he was soon laughing with her, and her hand was resting on his 
inner thigh.  Soon they were kissing, and I had no trouble hearing Ian 
invite April back to his place.

"Why wait that long?" April asked.  "I want you right now.  Come on, give it 
to me right here."

"You want me to fuck you here?" Ian asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, why not.  These booths have high backs, no one will notice.  If I 
kneel on the seat, you can just stand behind me and fuck me.  And I tell you 
what.  You fuck me right here, and I'll let you do me in my arse," April 
offered.  Ian hardly took a moment to think about it, before he was 
unbuttoning his trousers.  He moved behind April just as she had described, 
and all I could here was quiet grunts and gasps.  However, April had talked 
the owner of the pub, a friend of hers, into letting her hook up a camera 
above that particular booth.  I could clearly see what was happening on a 
monitor, just as every other customer of the pub could.

Ian was plainly enjoying himself, and April was apparently having a good 
time too.  Right at the moment Ian began to orgasm, April winked at the 
camera and took Ian's hand and placed it firmly on her cock.  Absorbed in 
his pleasure, it took Ian a moment to realise the significance of what was 
under his hand.  He gave a cry of outrage and leapt away from April, his 
cock still twitching in the final throes of its orgasm.  Knowing Ian as I 
did, I wasn't surprised when he raised his hand to slap April's laughing 
face.  Ian, however, was surprised when his hand was caught in a strong 
grip.  Turning, he was confronted by a group of burly leather-clad men, who 
had been playing pool earlier and who were some more of April's friends.

Without a word, one of them thumped Ian in the face.  Then they dragged him 
over to the pool table, and bent him over it.  They yanked his trousers 
down, then they took it in turns to fuck him.  I cringed in sympathy each 
time he yelled, remembering all too well how it had felt when I had been 
subjected to a similar experience.  April, on the other hand, was having a 
great time, circling the pool table with a video camera recording every 
action.  When they had finished fucking Ian, they forced him to his knees to 
suck their cocks clean.  When he protested, they hit him again, then 
threatened him with a huge dildo similar to the one he had threatened me 
with.

Overcome with empathy, I couldn't stand by and watch any more.  I went over 
to put an end to proceedings.  I caught hold of April, and begged her to 
stop.  She gave me a pitying look, and told me to listen to exactly what Ian 
was saying.  When his mouth wasn't filled with a cock, he was begging them 
to wait a bit.

"I've got a girl coming.  She's really hot and she'll let you fuck her any 
way you want.  She'll be here any minute, mate, honest.  She's got a real 
tight cunt, and a slick arse hole.  She sucks cock like a pro too.  Just 
wait until she arrives, I'll make her do anything you want."

Why I hadn't expected Ian to offer me in his place, I don't know.  My 
sympathy evaporating away, I still couldn't stay and watch.  But before I 
left, April showed Ian some of the film she had shot and the photographs 
that had been taken.

"Take down that site you created of my good friend here," she ordered.  Ian 
caught sight of me for the first time, and his jaw dropped in amazement.  "I 
also want every negative and every copy of those pictures you took of her.  
Otherwise, the pics I took today will start appearing in very embarrassing 
places.  Furthermore, if you ever lay a finger on her, or even threaten her 
in any way, my friends here will pay you a visit.  We borrowed that key you 
gave your brother and had a copy cut.  So be good, OK?"

"OK," Ian agreed through gritted teeth, glaring at me.

"Good.  And just to help you remember, take this."  Without any warning, 
April took the massive dildo and rammed it into Ian's rear.

I left with his cry of outrage still echoing in my ears.  I don't know if 
April's revenge had helped or not, but I definitely felt safer and more 
confident after that day.  Seeing the person who had subjected me to such 
abuse so easily turned into a victim himself somehow made it easier for me 
to accept that it hadn't been my fault.  In addition, I no longer had to 
tremble with dread every time the phone rang or we were invited to a family 
gathering.  Ian did his best to avoid me, obviously taking April's threat 
seriously.

Eventually, my life more or less returned to normal.  In fact, the long term 
results of what Ian had put me through were all positive.  Not only did I 
gain a new and unique friend, but my sex life with John became much more 
adventurous, which just made our marriage stronger.  So I didn't suffer to 
much in the end from being at my brother-in-law's mercy.

Copyright 1999

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