Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Lila looked up at her husband with very real fear as he slipped into his role. It was alarming how well and easily he transformed from loving husband to sadistic rapist, as pulled her close to him, malice in his eyes. It was even more alarming with his hand came across her cheeks, just hard enough to leave her skin pink with the impact. It didnt hurt, not really, but it so unexpected it threw her off. His taunt that Tom wouldnt be able to help her struck a nerve, more than it would have if she were a willing partner in this scenario he created. Her deep seated fear that Tom wouldnt be able to save her from the stalker, not in time, and her own insecurities about aging and Toms opinion of her aging combined to make her distraught. For a throwaway line she was sure rationally at least that he hadnt put more than a seconds thought into, it wounded her more than he could have known, or even understood. She was in such despondent shock, she didnt fight the trip, just confused as to why she was suddenly on the floor, a wordless cry her only means of protest. Tom was on her now, hold her head in place, a knot of hair tangling in his fist. Emptying the contents of a box he had brought home with him. Where had these things come from? Did Tom purchase them or The Stalker! He is involved, somehow. There was some sadness in the idea that her husband was so unspontaneous she had serious doubt he would have done with of his own volition. Maybe if the timing werent so perfect, what with the stalkers demands just a few hours ago, to fuck her husband for him to watch, she could have given her husband the benefit of the doubt. Never the less, handcuffs and a whip came out of the box, and her mind ran wild with ideas of what Tom might do with them. On other day, she could imagine herself enjoying playing with such toys, exploring such kinks with her husband. But with Tom acting the way he was, she could only fear what he might do to her, all while he thought she was playing along. Are you going scream for me, bitch? Beg for me not to rape you? Lila could only whimper under his husbands grasp, screaming as he ripped off her robe. Please! She cried out now, tremoring with terror. Please dont hurt me, please, She looked up into Toms darkened eyes, eyes that didnt recognize her as his partner and equal. Eyes that only saw her as a piece of meat and a collection of holes to be used. He dragged her up to her knees, her face aligned with his crotch. His hardness throbbed from within his pants broadcasting his amusement in no uncertain terms. Tom is liking this. He likes treating me like this! Lila fretted as the threat of his cock pulsed before her. Was it because on some level he wanted to hurt her? Did he like lording his strength over her, taking from her what she would willing give, most of the time? She wanted to believe it was just because he thought she was into it, but she could never be sure, not now. Come on slut, I want to hear you beg. Tom was undoing his pants with one hand, while holding her in place with the other. Dont hurt me. Please. IllIll do whatever you want. Just please, please dont hurt me, She whined, looking up at him with eyes full of sincere pleas. She hoped he would get the message, that she would fuck him- she had to, after all- but there was no need to get rough with her. Would he understand her hidden message, or see it as her playing along with the scene?