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Of course he knew. This is precisely why he had taken such care to gag her so she couldn't protest, she couldn't refuse.
Sarah was close to panic when she convinced herself that in her current state, she needed to calm herself down and stay in control of her mind. She couldn't permit this stranger to take it over. She took deep breaths efforting to relax and keep her wits about her.
"Oh yes Sir, she has a most pleasing pussy, you will find it all that you have hoped for, she has been trained quite well Sir." Evan spoke to this faceless man now standing beside her as she lay completely exposed and helpless.
"I'll be the judge of that now, we will just see how pleasing she will be. Take off her blindfold now," the strange voice demanded.
"But Sir, it might be better for all concerned to leave it on her for..."
*SLAP* was the next sound she heard as the stranger apparently struck Evan in anger in his act of not complying with his order. She could hear a painful moan coming from her Dom and so badly she now wanted to stop this cruel man from hurting him any more but, she could do nothing but listen. Listen and be scared.
"Take off the blindfold you little prick," the harsh man said with meanness in his voice. And Evan did so quickly this time.
With her eyes now uncovered, they grew large in looking at this stranger. After moments of darkness, she fought to refocus and see exactly who this guy was.
He was older, maybe in his mid to late fifties. Silver hair, styled conservatively and very big and tall, even compared to her taller than average Dom. He had an evilness in his eyes that scared the hell out of her and she did not try to hide her disdain for him in anyway at all.
"A feisty bitch too?" he asked her rhetorically with a sinister grin and snarl.
She would have spat at him if given the opportunity and she had now moved into a survival mode rather than submissive one which was all but gone.
"Instruct your cunt to co-operate now Evan. I will not have this disrespect shown to me by a slut who will service my needs as I see fit. Tell her NOW."
"Sarah, you do as your told. Do you understand?" he said half-heartedly, again, not looking at her in the eyes.
"Sarah, I mean business, blink your eyes in agreement."
Against all better judgement, Sarah blinked in response. Tears filling her eyes at the same time as the blinks.
"Good girl Sarah," he said matter-of-factly.
Without ever blinking again, Sarah stared, as she watched the now, unbelievable happening before her. It felt like it was happening to someone else as she was distancing herself mentally to preserve what little sense she had left.
"On your knees boy," shouted the mean, old man to Evan.
Sarah watched, as her "Dom" now kneeled before him. The stranger struck the back of Evan's head while saying, "Lower your eyes in respect boy, what in the hell is wrong with you, don't you know how to honor your "Dom?"
"Your Dom?" she said in her head to herself. "Your Dom?"
Although she didn't want to realize it and fought herself not to, what she was now observing was her own "Dom" now serving another, in the role of "the bottom," or sub.
"Undress me you ungrateful slug," he barked to Evan as Evan quickly began to unbuckle the man's trousers then remembering, he better take off his shoes and socks first.
The stranger was harsh and not the least bit gentlemanly at all. It seemed more like Sarah was watching a horror film rather than experiencing this herself, firsthand.
Sarah's eyes bore holes in the strangers as he now pulled Evan's head to meet his own swelling cock. "Suck me off boy," the stranger said while smiley wickedly at Sarah.
Her heart, now sunk and her stomach was in knots, sickened by the sight. Not of two men together but, the cruelty of which this situation presented itself to her and even more, that her own beloved Dom was now on his knees before this animal, who made her watch.
As her Dom sucked hard on the cock of the evil one, she continued to stare down the stranger with daggers in her eyes while controlling her breathing not to hyperventilate. She found strength she didn't realize she had as she put herself outside of herself. This, to self preserve.
"Enough," he shouted before shooting his load. "Get up on that bed now, on all fours so I can fuck you for your pretty little sub."
Evan scrambled to his feet and leaped upon the bed as directed.
"Not there you stupid imbecile, get between your legs so you may see your helpless little playmate while I ram your ass with my needy member."
"Oh God, no, please," she thought to herself.
Under other circumstances, things might have played differently on her emotions and reactions but placed in a position with no input, no outlet for thoughts or expressions, it was almost to much for her to bare.
Sarah simply closed her eyes and prepared herself for what would happen next.
The evil ones laughed, menickly before yelling to her to "open those big, green eyes bitch, before I open them for you." So, she did.
*When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know your alive,* played softly in the background from the radio in the bathroom. A song she loved from the movie, "City of Angels." A song she loved, till now.
While Evan's ass was repeatedly violated, over and over again, as roughly as thought possibly, he would not look directly at her. She couldn't tell if in fact, he was enjoying this at all. The fact that he made no eye contact with her and seemed to be looking everywhere else, made her understand the uneasy feelings earlier in the evening, during his shower.
With a loud and devilish-like roar, the old evil one came, shooting his fluid over the back of Evan, splattering about Sarah's face and hair. It repulsed her and she wanted to vomit. With her mouth tightly closed though, she knew she had better hold it all together for her own good and her own future. If there was such a thing now.
As a fly observes, all seemed to turn to slow motion. The room's energy was churning in chaos that couldn't help, be felt.
"Clean me boy," commanded the man at the foot of the bed. Evan now followed direction without a hesitation.
"And how shall I do this Sir?" he asked accordingly.
"Start with my balls, boy, lick them well and for a treat, I'll let you finish suck me dry in your unworthy mouth."
*And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand* continued that dreadful song from the bathroom.
As Evan finished cleaning his *Dom,* a motionless Sarah lay quietly. Almost in hopes of hiding from the tyrant now controlling her environment and discomfort. Her limbs ached while her heart broke.
"Well, now, little slut, it seems that you've been left out of all the fun...till now," he laughed.
"Boy, you watch how a *real* Dom uses his owned slut. Go stand by the door next to her and watch a real man take care of business. You've been a good boy so you stroke yourself while I fill her." Evan walked to the door with his limp cock in hand and began stroking it.
Her face turned toward him, eyes begging, crying out for help, although she did not resist or struggle in any way. Her body limp and lifeless.
As the stranger climbed between her legs, he paused. Taking only a second or two to think, he now reached for her throat, her collar, and began to take it off.
This, was the straw that broke her camels back. As the collar was removed, she went into a catatonic state. The light now distinguished from her eyes, turned dark and empty.
The eyes of a dying soul and spirit.
And as her collar, her symbol of all she lived for was tossed across the room, a new energy emerged from Evan.
"Enough," he shouted. "Get the fuck out of here now, you asshole, go!"
The evil one only looked up, making no effort to take heed of the words spoken to him.
"Listen you fucker, you have two seconds to get out of here or I will through you out myself." Evan moved toward him in fury. "This is not going to happen now, or ever, get out now!"
The old man calmly climbed down from the bed, picking up his clothing and saying to Evan as he walked out the bedroom door, "you'll pay for this you fuck, you just wait."
Evan pushed the man along, slamming and locking the front door behind him and quickly returning to the bedroom, to Sarah.
He stopped for a moment beside her on the bed, and assessed the damage that had been done. Although not one finger had been laid upon her, her mind, heart and trust had been ripped to shreds. She lay as still as if her body had passed as well.
Quickly ungagging and untying her, he picked her up into his arms, weeping and rocking her gently.
Her mind long disconnected, had no response and was limp and lifeless.
Darkness came upon the room as the sun had finally set leaving only the quiet sounds of the radio in the bathroom now playing;
*Isn't anyone trying to find me, won't someone come take me home, it's a damn cold night.*
When his heart beat had calmed to the point where he could once again think, he picked up Sarah and carried her to the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the oversized Jacuzzi tub, he ran the hot water, filling the tub. All the while rocking and holding her tightly.
Stepping carefully into the tub with her securely in his arms, he lowered himself to sit, supporting her back, head and shoulders against his chest with his arms encircling her. He gently massaged her wrists and arms that were visibly marked from her bondage.
She remained lifeless, as if still in a coma.
He held her without speaking, only softly rubbing the marks and gently allowing the warm water to cover her as they sat in silence.
After a time that seemed like forever, did he speak.
"Sarah, I'm sorry. I screwed up, it's not like me. Can you ever forgive me? I never meant you any harm. I allowed this to get completely out of control. Please Sarah, I ask for your forgiveness."
As he continued to weep silently, Sarah's body became rigid and jerked as she let out a scream.
"RED," she shouted. "RED, RED, RED!"
A delayed reaction from her safeword held in through restraints of both physical and mental.
"Yes," he yelled back. "RED."
Her entire body broke into an uncontrollable spasm as he held her firmly against him, allowing her to release the feelings she held deeply inside.
Wave upon wave, she released the upset, the anger the hurt and images she held inside. She screamed, she pounded his back with her fists, she quivered and shook without control.
He just held on for dear life as the demons escaped through her cries and blows. Her strength returning ten fold, making it difficult to contain her in his arms in the slippery tub.
And then, as suddenly as it had come upon her, it stopped. With one long, deep and cleansing sigh, all signs of the horror dissipated.
Now, she simply lay against him in a tub, only half as full as it was when he had climbed into it. They held each other in a new way. As if each were holding on to a lifeline of sorts, a saving rope to salvation.
And as I watched them, each deeply inside of themselves and each other as well, I too, sighed in relief.
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