Shredder Part 1 - Sex Stories

Shredder Part 1

... second sip got some moisture to her throat, the final one cleared her so she could scarcely taste the sourness. “Don’t even try to get up, let alone get away,” he cautioned. “I don’t like guns, but I’ll shoot you if I have to.” He disappeared downstairs and she was left to clean herself. She felt dirty and violated, used and tainted; she was sure the feeling would never go away. She heard the noise of the saw in the basement, momentarily tried to get out of the tub, slipped and almost drowned herself. As the waster was getting cold, Eddie returned. Looking at the pool of water, he commented, “I told you not to try and climb out. What’s wrong, need to crap?” She nodded. He lifted her from the water and sat her on the toilet until she peed, expelling Vaseline and come from her bloody-raw anus. He pulled her up, wiped her rear and flushed. Re-cuffing her conventionally, he led her downstairs after he dried her off. She was still naked and feeling the chill in the old house. In the small dining room by the kitchen he sat her at the table. He went in the kitchen and returned with juice, poured some for himself in a glass and hers in a tin cup which she held between her hands and drank deeply. “Dinner will be ready in a minute,” he said flatly. “Something I have to ask... it was you who got the idea of leaving me in her head wasn’t it? Christine hesitated as her mind raced. Eddie repeated the question louder. Christine nodded slowly, looking down. “Now I don’t have her anymore, so ...

... you’re going to take her place... oh not every way, not going out to work earning money for us, not driving me places, or doing things, going on dates, dancing, out for dinner, but you’ll be here. “Here to suck, fuck, or keep me warm at night, to put wood on the fire in winter, sweep the floor and serve me. You’ll take her place that way. You look better anyway, you’re a better fuck, so you’d better suck cock good or I’ll knock your damn teeth out!” He went to the kitchen, returning with two plates, instant mashed potatoes, tinned vegetables and fried meat, cut into bite-sized pieces and some gravy and a jug of water. “Gravy?” She nodded yes. He poured it on sparingly and gave her water in her cup. When she’d eaten, he removed the dishes, washed them in the sink, the door to the kitchen left open. When he’d cleaned up, he took her arm, guided her to the hallway and switched off the light. Leading her upstairs to his room he cuffed her to the bedpost by one hand and one foot, parted her thighs with his hands before he knelt and went down on her. In spite of herself, her inner resistance wasn’t powerful enough to overcome her own body’s responses and she came, crying out, bucking and twitching. He moved up, fucked her ‘til she climaxed again and he came in warm torrents she felt inside her. As he turned off the light, he said, “get used to this - every day and night, as long as I keep you.” She tried to shift to take some strain off her manacled arm and leg, as he said quietly, ...