A Maggot in My Mind Ch. 05

Ricky pulled her towards him and kissed her violently, she lay in his grasp as a rag doll and received him. She felt tender all over her body and every sinew seemed alive. She took his hand and placed it on her latex crotch. He rubbed her with the heal of his palm and she arched her back revealing her long neck, her eyes closed, her hair draped down her back. It felt so much more complete when it was Ricky's hand she felt through the sodden material than her own feeble attempt. Her hands hung limply by her side as his fingers pushed at the material and tried to force their way inside her. But the material would not give and he pulled the panties down her leg. She was hot, she was wet, she was ready for him and Ricky took her. No foreplay, no words, just brute lust as he drove himself into her lying there on the floor in front of the fire. The orange glow and half hidden forms just added to the supernatural nature of the experience. Sara's heart pounded in her head as she was buffeted by orgasms pent up throughout the day. At last she felt whole, she felt stretched, she felt his hot desire radiating its passion inside of her.

On and on they fucked with an energy that could not be abated. He took her in so many ways and she encouraged him, held him, pulled his cock deep into her cunt. She was more than an acquiescent partner, she wanted him to fill her, to feel his seed slide down her leg, seep out of her cunt. She wanted it to last, not a wild snatched moment in a cupboard. She lay on the floor holding Ricky's head as he slept. She thought of these two men in her life, both sleeping one in the room above the other, and her need for both of them, their intertwined and yet clandestine relationships.

Silently she slipped under the covers of the bed as Tom twisted around in a stupor. "You feeling OK?" he mumbled. She felt his concern, even though he was far too sleepy to express it properly.

"Yes, go to sleep." She kissed him gently and affectionately.

*****

As they got ready the next morning Tom was looking at Sara. He had an expression of concern on his face. Sara pretended not to notice in order not to encourage any questions.

"Is everything OK?" he eventually asked.

"Yes sure. Must get ready as Marie is coming in today and I need to think about what needs doing."

That seemed to keep him quiet for a moment or two before he spoke again.

"It's just that you don't seem to be yourself these days. I was just wondering whether there was something on your mind."

She turned and smiled at him. She had to find some way to deflect him.

"No everything is fine, darling."

Tom contemplated her before adding, "You are doing a lot more around the house these days too. Its great to see you take such pride in the place, but don't you think Marie should do that? After all that's what we pay her for."

Sara turned towards her husband. She felt this conversation was leading into dangerous waters.

"I just like doing some of the things around the house. Don't worry, I just couldn't possibly manage without Marie. There is plenty for her to do as well. Besides she is such a good friend of mine, we get along so well."

"Well if you're sure. But you never used to take such an interest in the house. You were always focused on the office."

"Its just that there is a lot of pressure at work at the moment, and I just feel the need to get away and do some mindless work to get it out of my system. You shouldn't read so much into things." She admonished before adding, "How are things going at work with the changes Ricky wants to bring in?"

This started Tom talking animatedly about his work and Sara felt relief. Tom was very much wrapped up in his work and getting on. She loved him very much and she knew that whatever else all this meant, she didn't feel any less for Tom. Somehow she just needed that feeling of being wanted. She thought back to last night and making love in front of the fire. It had been so wonderfully erotic and unlike the other times Ricky wasn't just grabbing for himself, but was taking trouble over her. She knew that this would help Tom and while she felt uneasy about what she was doing, she felt that this was at least some compensation for him. After all, as Carol had said, if he didn't know anything then he wouldn't get hurt. She would end it with Ricky when she felt ready, but not right now. Somehow she needed him.

As Tom was on his way out the door Marie turned up.

"Good morning, sir." He smiled and greeted Marie. As he walked out she turned and watched him leave before turning to Sara.

"Can you get back early today? I need to go into town." She smiled at Sara and waited her response. When Sara hesitated wondering how she could possibly get back early that day, she added,

"You know my brother Juan was asking after you. He wants to come round and see you. I told him that we were just fine and that he should stay away. Us girls can manage, can't we?" she was still smiling as if the hidden threat in her words had passed over her head unnoticed. They were not unnoticed by Sara however. She felt her throat dry as she nodded and said,

"I'll be back about an hour earlier today, OK?"

Marie smiled and gave her a hug.

"I knew we could manage things between us." She gave Sara a kiss on the cheek and hugged her. "We are so lucky to have each other, eh?"

*****

Sara looked at the clock. She knew she had to get back home. She had got through her work in double quick time today. It may not have been up to her usual standard, but it would do. She had to get back home and not disappoint Marie. She thought about Juan and his threat to punish her. She remembered him calling her a whore, and the word rang in her head. She had often reflected upon that incident when she went out onto the streets. She had hated the thought and recoiled from the memory, but at the same time she knew that however much she wished not to admit it, she had been excited by the adventure. There was something utterly degrading about what she had done, somehow it was somebody else and not her, it could not be the same person. She imagined her colleagues coming in and out of the office during the day, wondering how each would react if they knew her secret. She had to make sure that Marie would keep her secret, she could not imagine how she could cope if they found out. Yet there was something strangely compulsive and disturbing about the implications of acting the whore.

Sara had to get going. She started to pack up. Always there was some last thing she needed to do; one last file to be put away, one last little reminder to jot down for the morning. She started to leave but came running back. She remembered a quick letter she needed to put together, she had promised her boss. She felt the anxiety of the conflicting demands upon her. She must get going yet she had promised to do this letter today. She felt the anxiety settle in her groin and she could not sit still. She must go, she must stay and finish this. It would only take a moment. Yet she had to run to the bathroom before she could do either. She sat in the cubicle and felt the heat rise from her pussy, all the time feeling the agony of the passing of the minutes. Somehow she felt herself trapped there, the inevitable tardiness feeding the impatience of Marie, driving her inexorably to the conclusion that she would call Juan to come and discipline her. The thought reverberated through dark corridors in her mind as her fingers strayed over her clitoris and opening her pussy lips wide to some unseen eyes of a voyeur she now imagined was standing at the open door to her cubicle. Suddenly she shuddered through an orgasm, her pussy becoming damp and her legs twitching wanting to run, wanting to hide, wanting the inevitable.

As she drove back to the house she felt afraid. She was shaking, she knew she was late and could feel Marie's anger at her even from a few blocks away. Yet there was something inexorable about the wilful way she had delayed herself. One part of her had been telling her to get on with that letter earlier. Yet another part had deliberately put it to one side to do later. This simple act of negligence was the doom that wrested control of the situation from her. She did not have to actively participate in her destruction; she could just allow it to happen by passively standing by.

Marie was indeed furious at her when she got home. She threw the uniform at her and told her to get on with the work. She flounced out of the house saying Sara would regret disappointing her after all she had done to help her. This was no way to treat their friendship.

*****

It only took a few days. Sara was sitting quietly reading her book when Marie and her friends burst into the room. The quiet of the afternoon evaporated under the exuberance of these guests that seemed to fill the room with their presence. Tom entered the room behind them as Marie was announcing:

"It is my birthday today and we came to celebrate with you."

Sara looked from Marie to her brother Juan and the other men who stood in their sitting room. They all seemed to pay special attention to her, looking down at where she was curled up on the sofa. She felt a shiver run down her back and averted her eyes turning to look at Tom. There were six men there with Juan and Marie, all smiling and laughing together and talking in Spanish. She turned back to Marie.

"Hey I didn't know." She got up and went over and hugged Marie. Marie held her tight and pulled her in towards her. She felt Marie's breasts dig into hers and the tight grip of her fingers as she held her waist tight. Sara's nostrils filled with the scent Marie was wearing and it strangely excited her, or was it the strength with which she was being held? Marie pulled back and was babbling she was so excited. She held on to Sara's hand as she was explaining to everyone about how they had been celebrating. She wanted Sara to come with her shopping to buy some party clothes. They would go out tonight and have fun. Tom came over and kissed Marie.

"That is a truly wonderful idea. We would love to come and I know how you and Sara get on so well together. How kind of you to think of us on your birthday."

Juan put his hand on Tom's shoulder.

"You have been very good to my sister and we think of both of you as part of our family. Let the girls go and shop and we can stay and have some beers, watch the game. We brought some beer along with us, what you say Tom?" Juan stood next to Tom, a hand on his shoulder, looking like his younger brother. All the men started to talk about the match and Tom was soon engrossed. Marie slipped her arm through Sara's.

"Come on, let's get going."

Tom waved to Sara as she was being ushered out of the door. "Have a good time." He shouted before being drawn back into conversation. The sound of the beers being popped echoed into the hall behind Sara.

Once they were out of the room Marie pushed Sara suddenly against the wall. Sara was winded, looking up with surprise and fear at Marie leaning into her.

"I told you not to be late. Now you must learn a lesson." She stuffed a cloth into Sara's mouth before she could react. As her hands flew up to her face to pull the material out Marie gripped both her wrists. Her fingers bit into them and with surprising strength she pulled Sara's hands down and together. Sara was staring into Marie's face, panting out her sudden fear at the change in her attitude. Yet the sounds she produced were muffled by the material locked between her jaws. She felt the cold touch of steel at her wrists, as it gripped and pressed into her skin, locking tightly around her. She heard the clink of steel sliding over bearings. Each minute click adding further to the pressure she felt at her wrists, sealing her, locking her in, immobilising her ability to resist. Marie took out a length of rope and tied it round Sara's face over the cloth gagging her mouth. As Marie pulled on the rope at the back of Sara's head she felt the cloth being pressed more firmly into her mouth, her tongue forced down, her jaws pushed wider. Sara's eyes were filling with tears as she stared into Marie's neck, the cloying sweetness of her scent still arousing the girl as she stood motionless, unable to flee or fight, her hands locked tight together in front of her. In her mind the thought of struggle, of fighting back, was grappling to get her attention as her senses were being overwhelmed by the disbelief she experienced at what Marie was doing. Yet somehow before even trying to struggle she had already defeated herself. As her acceptance of her impending punishment sank in to her consciousness she felt a reassuring warmth spread from her groin. She feared what was about to happen; yet somehow she had wanted to be forced to accept it. She recoiled from these thoughts and the thrill she felt at not knowing how she would be punished, being at the mercy of these people who would humiliate her and pleasure her; fearing more that Tom would emerge from the sitting room rather than Juan or the other men.

The door to the sitting room indeed started to open and Sara's eyes opened wide in their fear. She started to become animated as she heard the door quietly close upon the noise of conversation bursting from the sitting room. She had heard Tom's voice talking excitedly with the other men as Juan wandered down the hall towards them. Sara was shivering in front of his gaze. She felt naked and vulnerable as she stood with her hands so visibly held tight together by the handcuffs and her mouth completely gagged unable to call out for help. She just stared at him, shaking and crying as he approached. He held his sister's arm and kissed her on the cheek.

"You'd better get going, leave her with me."

Marie laughed and slipped her finger around Sara's gag as she said, "Enjoy yourself!" Marie made sure to close the front door loudly calling out as she went, "I want to show you this new shop in the mall. I know you'll find something to wear there. Bye all!"

As the door slammed shut, Sara felt a wave of despair sweep across her, as if a prison door had closed heavily against her. She was now left in the charge of Juan and although Tom was so close by, he had just called out to her to enjoy herself and not hurry back. Juan stared at his victim.

"Your husband is in the other room, but he believes you have gone out and won't be back until Marie returns. That may be some time. Poor Tom, so much that he doesn't know about his pretty wife, no? Should we tell him, should we take from him the bandages you have wrapped over his eyes? Why should you treat him like this? And when my sister agrees to help you, because she likes you, because you were good to her, how do you repay her? All you had to do was get back home and help her when she asked. Yet even that was too much for you. Now you must learn why you must be more help to my sister and listen to what she says."

With that he grabbed her arms. Sara tried to scream but the gag drowned it out. Juan pushed her along the hall, opened a cupboard door and pushed her inside. She fell heavily to the floor as Juan leant in over her. He grabbed her locked wrists and pulled them above her head. Sara was in a daze and whimpering in her gag as she felt a chain dangle over her imprisoned arms. She heard the click of a padlock sealing her wrists high above her head. She could not come to terms with how easily he Juan had walked into her house and lured her into his mercy. She had been snatched right from under her husband's nose. She was shocked how easy and quick it had all been. She sat on the floor in the gloom, the shadow of Juan towering over her. He reached out and she first felt the pull then heard the tear of material as he pulled at her blouse. Her breasts sprang free and immediately she felt the chill of the cold air inside the dark cupboard.

"Now bitch, I will leave you here for a while and go and talk with your husband. You can contemplate your position – a nothing locked away in a cupboard until we decide you can come out. You can think about why you are here and how much you owe to my sister. Just to help you understand your position, let me leave you with something else to think about."

With that Sara heard a swish through the air cutting it like a knife. She felt pain rip through her exposed breasts and she squealed into the cloth. She heard the swish again and before she could steal herself the pain wracked her once again. He repeated a few more blows and then dropped a riding crop on the floor in front of her. Sara looked at it with fear, and then looked at her thighs that had not escaped his onslaught. She saw thin red lines swell across them. Juan knelt down next to her. He brushed her hair back from her cheek.

"Pain, is wonderful for concentrating the mind of a whore I always find. Just think about what you have received and when I return you will tell me that you will not disobey my sister again."

Sara was shaking, her head turned away from her tormentor, her mind still reeling from her attempt to come to terms with the pain and humiliation she felt. The door closed and she was drowned by the darkness. She heard his footsteps heading back into the sitting room. She imagined herself standing in the hall looking down at herself bound and beaten in the closet. She thought about her husband talking and drinking with her tormentors just yards away. How could he let them do this to her? Why couldn't he have taken more care of her! She sobbed into her gag and as the acuteness of the pain from her welts receded into a dull throb, she started to feel the ache in her arms suspended above her. She had to make some noise, she had to alert Tom so that he could rescue her. Yet she was afraid of Juan hearing the noise and instead of rescue he would come and beat her some more. She shivered at this thought. She felt useless, degraded and debased. Not human any more, just some object to be stored away in a cupboard until useful.

Time seemed to drag and Sara sat in the dark shivering and as her eyes became accustomed to the light she found herself staring at the riding crop. She contemplated how it was used to train animals. Was she some kind of animal that needed to be trained? Was she responding to its urgent demand? Is that why she would cede to Juan's demands when he returned? For she knew as soon as he gave her the chance she would apologise and ingratiate herself to him. She also knew she would look forward to it, that somehow it would excite her and inflame her passion which she had felt mounting within her. The loss of control, being locked away in her own cupboard, not knowing when she would be let out, what she would have to agree to in order to regain her temporary freedom all aggravated an itch she felt in her groin. It was the growing urgency of this itch that eventually drowned out the dull pain, and the feeling of her pain dissolving into need made her wish her hands were free to bury themselves between her legs. Yet the feeling of inaccessibility to her own slit made her feel still more open and vulnerable. She had been denied access to her most intimate parts.

She thought of her legs parted on the floor and started to imagine a spider crawling out of a dark hole and wandering across the floor towards her. She pictured its long legs feeling their way in the darkness, her slit pressed up against the floor in front of it, with its musky smell drawing the spider towards her, attracted by the honey sweet smell of the juices that she felt collecting about her opening. She tried to draw her legs up, to lift herself off the floor, away from danger, but there was not enough space. She could not stand or even raise herself a little. She would be completely at its mercy, unable to defend herself. She pictured it drawing closer, its front legs feeling around ahead of its body, and as it closed in its sense of direction improved by the cloying scent. She felt the lips of her pussy contract and try to squeeze shut, yet she imagined the soft damp fabric of her panties spread wide before the creature. In her mind it approached closer and started to disappear under her skirt. She started to wriggle, to try to discourage it by threatening it with the movement of her large body, yet instead of running away it ran towards her opening, as if rushing to enter her before being squashed in the earthquake it must have felt erupting around it. Sara felt her heart lurch at the prospect; she felt the cold sweat of fear. She imagined it climbing over her crotch, the gentle tap of its legs pressing at her opening, finding the way in.