Betrayal Pt. 01

There was a time when I wasn't frightened of anything. That was a while back, before I met Sylvia. Now just her name fills me with dread. And after all this time she's finally found me... and she said she's coming to get me...

The phone call came out of the blue. One minute everything was fine and the next my whole world had turned upside down again, just like it'd been when I'd been her 'slave'. That's what she called me - her slave. And she made me do all sorts of things to her and punished me if I didn't do it exactly how she liked. And her way of punishment was to suffocate me for long periods of time, hours, even for a whole day once. And it turned her on like nothing else in this world...

'And this Sylvia, what does she look like?' The female police officer sitting opposite, carefully wrote everything down.

I went to the sideboard and picked up the drawing I'd made of her. 'This is a good likeness,' I said, handing it over.

'She's beautiful,' the officer noted. 'It's hard to believe she did all those terrible things to you?'

'Yes, she is very attractive but utterly sadistic,' I replied. My hands were trembling and my heart was pounding.

'Let me get this straight,' she continued writing. 'You escaped from her but you never reported your abduction and subsequent treatment? Why not?'

I took a moment to collect my thoughts - and courage. It was taking a lot of that to even talk to somebody else about it.

'You see I just wanted to forget all about it,' I finally managed to say. 'I'd escaped her clutches for good, or so I thought, and you lot probably wouldn't even have believed me anyway.'

She gave me a reassuring look. 'Well I believe you.'

I gave a sigh of relief. 'Thank goodness you happened to be in the neighbourhood when you saw me.'

'Yes, lucky for you I was on general patrol and could tell you were in a bad way. I'm just here to help in any way I can.'

The phone rang. My mouth went dry.

'You answer it,' she said reaching for the handset. 'It could be her. Get her to come here if you can. It'll be okay, I'll be here.'

I sat there with bated breath. I'd started to tremble again.

'Go on,' she urged. 'I'm here to help.'

I picked up the instrument. 'Hello... yes...' I stammered.

'Hi, my little smother slave,' Sylvia said in that husky voice of hers. 'I told you I was coming to get you back, didn't I? Now, come on my little ass-slave it wasn't too awful with me, was it? We had some really lovely times together...'

The officer was nodding at me encouragingly, gesticulating to get her to come round.

'Err, I've been thinking,' I managed to say. 'Maybe it would be an idea to come over...'

'Ooh goody, that's what I've been saying all along, darling,' she breathed. 'I've missed you terribly. Where are you exactly, I've only got your phone number?'

I gave her the address and we said our goodbyes. It was surreal, as if we were normal lovers meeting up after a long break. My knees were knocking as I slumped down in the chair.

'You did great,' the officer enthused, standing. She was an inch or two taller than me and her light brown hair tumbled down when she took off her peaked hat. She was of Latino origin and had quite a strong and voluptuous build. She started to look round the room.

'What is it?' I asked. 'What're you looking for?'

'We've got about thirty minutes before she gets here,' she noted. She pulled my coffee table into the centre of the room.

I was puzzled and my brain was whizzing round. 'What're you doing?' I asked.

'Getting ready for her,' came the reply. She cleared the bits and pieces of clutter from the table and its shelf below.

It's strange I know, but it took me a while to realise something wasn't quite right. I just sat there watching this trusted protector preparing for something. But somehow I knew she wasn't being completely straight with me.

'How d'you know how long it'll take her to get here?' I casually enquired, as nonchalantly as possible. I slowly began to stand.

She stopped what she was doing, turned and looked at me and in an instant I knew what was wrong. I made a dash for the door but she was right behind me. Her tackle brought me down heavily. Winded, I couldn't move as she sat on my back and proceeded to clamp my wrists together with 'cuffs.

'It took some doing but we finally found you,' she informed me, dragging me away from the door. 'I'm Sylvia's best new friend. I'm Demetria and we're going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on.'

Thick, sticky tape was stuck across my mouth. She left me in a heap and went outside before returning with lengths of rope. Before long I'd been bound face-up on the table tighter than a turkey on Thanksgiving. I couldn't move an inch. The breathing from my nose came short and fast.

She sat on my chest and her face was a picture of delight, like someone was having their dream come true. 'Boy, I've been looking forward to this,' she smiled, her gloved hand stroking my face. Her leather-clad fingers covered my nose. 'I've never done anything like this before, well not quite like this. Not with a proper smother-slave, not with someone I can do anything with.'

Her hands covered my nose and mouth completely. Not a miniscule amount of air could break that seal. She kept me suffocating for quite a long time, savouring the effect, enjoying the power it gave her. My face was getting redder and redder and her grin was getting wider and wider.

The doorbell rang. Reluctantly she rose to answer it, while I snorted in air. I was reliving what it'd been like, the hell I'd been through, and this was only a taster of what it was going to be like again. Only this time there would be two of them doing it to me.