Dominance

by Vandemonium1

I get my inspiration from reading other’s stories and spotting what I think are missed opportunities. This one is such an obvious concept that I can’t believe no one has spotted it before.

I know I am taking a big risk with this one. The first part of this story WILL offend some readers. It will be worth your while sticking to the end believe me. As I usually do, I bounced this one off my digital pal XTCH. This is what he wrote:

“The first 3/4 was very hard for me to read. I kept grinding my teeth together and almost threw my laptop against a wall several times. If it was anybody but you, I would never have finished the story.”

I do read and learn from comments on my little works. One theme that comes through strongly is peoples’ desires for my good stories to be longer. That gives me a problem. I know which stories I like but you seem to have different ideas. Stories like my sequel to ‘How High a Price’ and my ‘Double Betrayal’, I loved. They are my lowest scoring stories. So friends, you see my dilemma. Do I assume you’ll hate it and make it short, to waste less of your time? Or do I assume you’ll like it and pad it out. In this one I’ve gone with the latter. I truly believe that there is something in here for 90% of the readers and if you stick with it to the end you’ll love it. Consequently, I’ve put padding in it. Lots of padding. Tell me how wrong I am in the usual way.

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Chapter 1 The Scene is Set

Lyn kissed her husband goodbye as he was leaving for work that morning. She dragged him into the spare bedroom and made a spirited attempt to reach his tonsils with her tongue while forcing her leg into his crotch. She felt the effect she was having on him with her knee. They broke their clinch when they heard their six-year-old daughter’s footsteps approaching. As she peered around the doorframe, curious to see what was going on, Lyn said.

“Go and finish your breakfast sweetie. We’ll be out in a sec.”

After the little girl disappeared again, Lyn blatantly grabbed her husband’s bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I hope you’re taking your vitamins to work honey. You’ll need them tonight when you get home.”

He came in for another kiss. This time he slipped his hand into her dressing gown and his fingers into her panties. Lyn moaned as his middle finger found its mark. God, she was wet. Reluctantly, the muscle bound, but gentle man broke the kiss then withdrew his fingers. He licked them one at a time. Lyn almost fainted. It was one of the most sensuous things she’d ever seen.

“It’s been a while Lyn.”

“I know honey. I’m sorry but I’ve been a bit distracted lately. I intend making it up to you, starting tonight.”

“You’ve got a date. See ya later.”

With that he walked into the kitchen, kissed the tops of the heads of his three-year-old and six-year-old and went to work. Lyn watched the extra spring in his step this morning. How she loved this man.  

Chapter 2 The Overture

When John opened the unlocked front door and walked into the house at his usual time there was no sign of Lyn.

“Where are you honey?”

“Upstairs gorgeous.”

John took the steps two at a time until he arrived at the master bedroom. What he saw made his cock, already at half-mast in anticipation, attempt to burst through his zipper. It was the hottest sight he’d ever seen.

There was Lyn, stark naked except for garter belt, stockings and high heels, lying on the bed languidly stroking her very wet vagina. She smiled like a cat that had just finished a big bowl of cream and licked her lips.

“I told you today was going to be special didn’t I?”

Unable to contain his excitement, John literally ripped his own clothes off, losing two buttons from his shirt in the process. Lyn continued to play. When he was naked, he approached the bed to climb in. Before he could leap in, Lyn sprang up and rubbed herself against his erection.

“Patience, honey. Why don’t you sit in this chair and enjoy the show.”

Lyn gently led John to a chair and pushed him back into it. He recognized it as one from the kitchen. She straddled his lap, reached down and pushed his cock flat and proceeded to run her pussy along its length. John almost came there and then as he nuzzled her generous breasts that were right in his face. They both moaned.

Lyn took his arms one at a time and passed them through the slats on the back of the chair. Once they were in place, she reached over to the dresser and picked up a pair of handcuffs. She snapped then to his wrists one at a time. She had to lift herself up to reach his hands. John tried desperately to impale her as soon as his cock wasn’t being squashed against his own thighs. Teasingly, Lyn thwarted his efforts. The smell of her excitement was pervading the room and making John wild. He knew what was coming. They had role played him being dominated more than once before.  

This time was different though. After securing his arms, Lyn used some soft rope to tie his legs, gently but securely. She distracted him by softly tickling his cock head with her tongue several times during the three or four minutes it took her to secure his lower body. John was in heaven. Then, Lyn took out a wide leather belt, of the type used by weightlifters and secured his belly to the chair back. John could feel he wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.

Lyn kissed him deeply while rubbing her pussy along his cock again. She reached down again and moved his cock up against his belly and very dexterously began rubbing her dripping pussy against the underside of it. She went faster and faster until he came all over his own stomach. Lyn kept kissing him as he came down from his high. Finally, he broke the clinch.

“You’re right, that was really special, Lyn.”

“The show has only just begun, lover.”

John watched as Lyn walked over to a video camera, setup on a tripod and turned it on. She knew this was a one off and wanted to relive it over and over in the future. She then went to the bathroom, opened the door and entered.

No mere words on paper can explain what John felt when Lyn reappeared. His initial reaction was certainly shock as she emerged leading a naked man by his semi-erect cock and dangling scrotum. A quick glance showed the newcomer to be younger, taller, better looking and more muscled than he was. There was also enough cock protruding from Lyn’s hand to make it clear that this guy hadn’t been at the back of the queue when the inches were handed out. His automatic fight/flight reflex was telling him to flee from a superior specimen. The problem for John was that he couldn’t run. Lyn had both males in the room by the balls. One literally; the other figuratively. John was still in shock, as Lyn led her willing captive over to him. John was yet to decide whether he was willing captive or not.

“John, I’d like you to meet Simon. Simon, this is John.”

Chapter 3 The four second chapter

It may be helpful to examine what was going through the conscious minds of the three participants at this point. Although, for one reason or another, none of them were thinking too rationally.

Simon wasn’t thinking rationally because he just wasn’t capable of it. Like many big, handsome, muscular men he was not; how can this be put politely; over-furnished in the brain department. He looked down at the helpless John and smiled. He saw the spunk all over the guy’s stomach and his nose twitched at the acrid smell. He’d been tapping Lyn for a month now, ever since she’d approached him in the gym. She was one fine piece of MILF. Why she’d married the loser sitting in the chair was a mystery to him. Some guys just wanted to be dominated and humiliated, he supposed. Well, he could do that.

Lyn certainly wasn’t thinking rationally and hadn’t been for at least the two months it took to set this up. Finding a male with three out of four of the attributes she was looking for was easy. Window shopping at the gym, she’d narrowed the list of targets down quickly by looks, age and muscle load. The fourth essential qualification, to make this moment perfect was much harder. It had taken three failed attempts to test drive different guys to come to the same conclusion the medical profession came to years ago. Steroids shrink penises. After that she’d lowered her sights on the muscle mass and targeted Simon. The initial test drive and subsequent month of preparing him for this moment had been physically satisfying but mentally awkward. She was cheating on her husband after all. No amount of rationalisation could totally remove her guilt.

She was driven however. In late high school she’d still been a virgin when she began to be pursued by a guy she knew should have been out of her league. Over a month, she’d allowed his flattery and attention to wear her defences down and had finally given her once in a lifetime gift. After the brief, unpleasant event, the guy had laughed and left the humiliated teenager; metaphorically carving a notch on his belt as he departed. She’d unconsciously vowed revenge that day and had been a little obsessed with returning the experience ever since. The word, “little,” is used here in the same context as you can say the Pope is a ‘little’ bit Catholic. She just knew that once she saw the look of utter defeat in the eyes of a strong, healthy male, her demons would be laid to rest forever. That was why, even though she knew there was a risk of losing her husband and smashing her family, she’d taken the risk that led to here and now.

No, there was nothing rational about Lyn’s mind at the moment. As she stood with her lover’s tackle in her hand, looking down at a stunned John, slime sheeting down her leg, she was on pure, instinctive autopilot.

Strangely, John was the closest to thinking rationally at that precise moment. Sure he was fighting to run from what was obviously a dominant male. This was balanced against the instinct to fight. There could be no doubt in anyone’s mind, rational or otherwise, what was about to happen. Another male was about to take his woman, impregnate his mate, dominate him. There was nothing he could do about it. He knew this wasn’t the first time she would couple with this rival, just the first time it would be thrust in his face.

In his almost rational mind John thought, “So this is HIM.” He was smart enough that he’d deduced there must be a HIM but he’d never expected them to meet. HIS existence was extrapolated from the fact that their torrid, almost every day romps, had dwindled to two or three times a week about two months ago, then plummeted to almost nothing over the last month. John had successfully deduced that represented an increasing sexual involvement with HIM.

Lyn made no secret of her dominance fantasy, she and John often role played it. As is common in many couples, the one without the fantasy, sees how turned on it makes the one with the fantasy. This leads to the conditioned response that the fantasy leads to incredible sex. In this way, it becomes the fantasy of both parties. It was pure Pavlov. John had even conjectured how he would handle the situation if Lyn suggested making make-believe, reality. The trouble was, that in all his scenarios, he’d been the one looking down at the loser tied to a chair with spunk dribbling down his stomach and matting his pubic hair. This had thrown him into a spin.

Rationality was pushed aside by the sheer humiliation of his situation. Not only was he helplessly tied to a chair with a superior member being flaunted in his face. No, his main problem was that he’d seen Simon’s nose twitch and knew exactly what he was smelling. Victory!

John had a decision to make. Should he stand his ground as a man? This would risk spoiling it for Lyn. Should he give in totally? Should he allow himself to be dominated by this stranger who appeared to be better than him in every way? Strangely, he knew this wasn’t what Lyn wanted either. With no fight at all from John, it would be a poor dominance experience for her. In the end it was a slight twitch of his flaccid cock that gave him the answer. His honour demanded that he at least appear to fight this, then he could sit back and watch as Lyn enjoyed the gift he was giving her. That was the only course of action for someone who loved Lyn as much as John did.

Lyn knew what was going to happen as soon as she saw his shriveled cock twitch. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. The gamble was about to pay dividends. She was almost sure it would. After all, she hadn’t been that subtle hiding the existence of Simon, especially in the last month. Still, it was a relief that the small doubt had been removed. She just hoped like fuck that John would respond to all her dominance conditioning and play his part, so that it was the perfect experience for her.

Thus it was, four seconds into this little tableau, that John spoke.

Chapter 4 Act I

“Lyn, I love you, how could you do this to me? I don’t want this.”

Lyn paused, savouring the moment. This allowed Simon to speak.

“You want I should gag this pathetic little premature ejaculator?”

“Oh yes please big boy.”

As Simon gently removed his genitals from Lyn’s grasp and went to get the pre-organised gag, Lyn gave a genuinely grateful kiss to the seated John. The kiss couldn’t last long as her excitement had her gasping for more breath than she could take in through her nose, but it had feeling. She’d planned this moment in her dreams since well before she’d even met her husband. Now, it was all falling into place perfectly. If you could have frozen time and thrown a bucket of cold water over her she would admit that her one remaining fear was that she would orgasm to the point of exhaustion well before the five hours she’d allocated for this experience were over. She smiled again at that. It was a risk she just had to take. One thing was for sure, from experience, she knew that Simon had the staying power not to let her down.

John pretended to fight the gag being put on, thrashing his head from side to side. He wasn’t pretending to feel humiliated. On many levels he was, but he couldn’t let that spoil things for Lyn.

Lyn had many elements of Act 1 planned out. Into Act 2, she would go with the flow. As long as it contained many of the elements she’d dreamt about, it would be a fulfilling day.

That was why, when the gag was in place, she knelt down, grabbed a cock in each hand and started gently stroking. When she had them both fully interested, she looked at them both. Then she looked in John’s eyes and saw the humiliation from the unequal comparison. She had to quickly think of something else. It was either that or cum there and then.

Lyn stood up and locked Simon into a passionate kiss. Another danger of her plan was that he wouldn’t follow her script, but throw her to the bed and just take her in his lust. That wouldn’t do at all. She was fully prepared to take his scrotum by the neck and squeeze to keep him in line. Eventually Simon broke the kiss, looked down at John’s twitching, half-sized member and smiled as well. John closed his eyes in embarrassment.  

He opened them when he heard noises from the bed. Lyn was lying there and Simon was attacking her breasts. It was a busy scene. Simon was sucking on one breast and massaging the second. With his free hand, he was keeping Lyn’s right hand away from her pussy, where it was trying desperately to relieve the pressure. Lyn was also struggling to turn through 90 degrees, with Simon’s weight on her, so she could see John and watch his pain. Within five minutes, everyone had achieved their goal.

Lyn noticed that John wore a neutral expression of his face. This upset her. He should be clear on his role here. How dare he spoil her fun? Meanwhile John was concentrating on trying to get his cock to de-erect. Pretending to be going along with it was one thing; having his little soldier betraying him was quite another.

Her anger gave Lyn the strength to push Simon onto his back. Then, arranging herself so she could look at John while doing it, she started running her tongue along Simon’s member. John saw her looking at him and went into his thrashing around routine. He was rewarded with a smile. A few minutes later she glanced from his face to his cock which was twitching away uncontrollably. This brought a wider smile.

John was murderously angry with his own cock. He realised he was pussy whipped by Lyn. If he wasn’t, then he would have objected more when she began cutting him off two months before. He never dreamed that he’d meet Simon and never imagined in his wildest nightmares that he would end up here. The coup de grace was his own cock telling him and the world that he was getting off on the sights and sounds in front of him. That was really humiliating. But he loved her. For her sake, he could take this. He dreamt of the sexual rewards she would shower on him after this day. A day that he knew in his heart of hearts could never be repeated. Sure he could never stop Lyn having sex with Simon, but he would never again let himself be put in such a powerless position. 

The licking complete, Lyn progressed to a full-on blowjob. John knew from long experience that she was really good at this. She watched him as he watched her slowly engulf Simon’s cock in her luscious mouth. She ran her tongue along the underside of it every time she slowly made the bulk of it disappear. She slapped Simon’s chest with her free hand when he anticipated one of her down strokes and pushed his hips upward making her gag. She soon added a hand into the mix. Keeping the same pace she synchronised her hand and mouth movements. John’s memory of being the recipient in the past, meant he could almost feel it. He smiled to himself. A vicarious blowjob. What a concept. The smile disappeared as he felt his own member twitch to full erection.

Lyn didn’t miss the fleeting smile or the twitching. One upset her, the other excited her beyond imagining. The result of this conflict was her gradually increasing the pace. When John next saw her looking at his face, he thrashed against his bonds some more. He saw the gratitude in Lyn’s glazed eyes. This was working out perfectly for her. He was still conflicted.

Simon’s obvious pleasure lasted another five minutes. Just as Lyn’s tempo reached its peak, so did Simon. With a loud groan and an upward thrust of his hips, which Lyn was expecting this time, he unloaded in her mouth. As Simon shuddered mightily, Lyn stared directly into John’s eyes. Yes, this was all working perfectly. John thrashed around again but this time he was driven by his desire to get his cock to touch something, anything to get relief from his excitement. He missed Lyn’s hand gently squeezing the tube on the underside of Simon’s twitching cock. She’d learnt that by pressing on this tube, she could restrict the flow of semen. This had the effect of not only improving the male’s recovery time but also reduced her chances of gagging as the member in question discharged directly into the back of her throat. The final act of Scene 1, was Lyn tipping her head back and making a big show of swallowing the mouthful and licking her lips. 

Chapter 5 Act II

Lyn didn’t let Simon rest long. Beyond desperate now for the release she craved, she sprang up and straddled his face. John was temporarily forgotten as she rubbed her clit on Simon’s chin, his nose and his questing tongue, anything that would scratch that uncontrollable itch. All the while, she screamed loud and long. In just a few minutes she threw her head back and let out a blood curdling shriek. Her whole body went rigid, her back arched in what looked like an impossible posture. After many seconds, she collapsed sideways onto the bed. John held his breath waiting for her to show some sign of life. Simon was gasping to regain his breath after the near suffocation.

He rolled over her and gave her the kiss of life before licking from her face, down her body to her sex. Grabbing his head, she removed it and rolled him onto his back. Putting her head on his shoulder, she started massaging life back into his cock. Somehow John found these sights of intimacy harder to handle than the full on sex acts that preceded them. This wasn’t designed to humiliate. It was the act of adoring lovers that totally excluded him.

As Simon’s cock responded to Lyn’s gentle ministrations, her cat-eats-cream smile returned.

“Oooh look sweetie. Simon’s cock is only half hard and it’s already bigger than yours. You never recovered this fast. I’m so glad I found a real man.”

John tried to make his eyes show disapproval. This was unnecessary. Their actions should have been reward enough for them. Why did she have to rub his face in it so much? Still, his own erection betrayed him.

“Would you like me to come over and give you some relief darling?”

John nodded vigorously. Then he noticed something strange. Lyn’s eyes only appeared to be looking at him. When he looked closely they seemed to be focused on a point just in front of him. It was quite bizarre. Could Simon have drugged her? Further musings along those lines were interrupted. Simon was ready for round three. He threw Lyn onto her back and just mounted her. Lyn shrieked as she was impaled, but again spent great effort to twist them round so she could watch John watching them. Never missing a beat, Simon just kept pumping away.

“Have you ever fucked a cock this big, Lyn?”

“No, Si, no one has ever filled me like this.”

“Will you be able to feel little Dicky over there for the next week, Lyn?”

“No way. It will be a complete waste of time him even trying for a week. I may never relieve that little cock ever again. You’ve ruined me, Si. It’s only real men from now on.”

Now John tried to avoid Lyn’s eyes every time her thrashing turned her face to his. His cock started to deflate.

“Does he want me to impregnate you, Lyn?”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask him. Hey cucky, do you want this stud to impregnate me? Scream once for yes and 50 times for no.”

Both the actors on the bed looked over and smiled at their victim. John was now fully flaccid. He’d never been able to make Lyn moan and scream like she was now. Nor had he ever seen a face as twisted in ecstasy as Lyn’s was now. His feeling of inadequacy was all pervading. He wondered if he would ever have an erection again.

Lyn sensed Simon was getting close again. She pushed him onto his back and mounted him reverse cowboy. She made sure John got the best view of Simon’s meat sliding in and out of her dripping sex as she languidly controlled the pace and forced her pet cock to rub against her G spot. After several glorious minutes of this, she noticed that John’s eyes were downcast. This utter defeat spurred her to increase her pace and after screaming, “Pay attention John, the show has only just started,” she closed her eyes as she shuddered in another climax.

Simon used her temporary exhaustion to roll her onto her stomach, lift her onto her knees and plunge into her doggy style. He soon had her gasping and screaming again. This seemed to go on for about 10 minutes. 10 minutes of obvious bliss for Simon and Lyn. 10 minutes of torture for John. The lovers turned around often. Sometimes showing John a profile view of just how human’s mated, other times a close up view of a face in the middle of intense pleasure. Finally, Simon’s superhuman effort could no longer be sustained. With a mighty roar he unloaded deep within Lyn which triggered another climax for her, complete with shrieks of bliss.

Any thoughts from John that the show was over were quickly quashed. Lyn was determined to get the full five hours’ worth. She went to work on Simon again with her mouth, emptying her bag of tricks. She deliberately faced her dilated sex towards the silent John, so he could enjoy the sight of Simon’s seed trickling down her leg. After 10 minutes. Lyn was disappointed with her efforts. It was time to play her ace. She looked directly at John.

“Come on Simon. Don’t you want my ass?”

This question caused two effects. One was to ensure new life returned to Simon’s cock. The second was to cause John’s head to bolt upright. As he saw Lyn reaching into the bedside cabinet drawer for the lube, he did all he could to voice his disapproval. His muffled screams of NO added to so much thrashing about that the chair began to move around the room. This was unforgivable. How many times had he begged Lyn for her ass? Exactly the same number of times as she told him to get lost. Lyn just smiled at his puny, frustrated efforts. She got on all fours and presented her ass to Simon after handing him the lube, all the while looking at John.

From his vantage point, John couldn’t see Simon’s cock at the moment it took Lyn’s last virginity. He could tell the precise moment, however. Lyn leaned forwards, trying to escape while letting out a sharp cry. John was exhausted and still by this point. He’d also, for the first time, lost control of his facial expressions and his visage showed exactly what he felt. Lyn opened her eyes as Simon began a steady rhythm. What she saw was the face of a man unmanned. What he saw was a woman in obvious pain but who was gladly suffering that pain to reap the reward of destroying him. She grinned evilly.

John knew at that moment that they were finished as a couple. No relationship could survive with him knowing he could never give her anywhere near the amount of pleasure he’d recently witnessed. No man could stay with a woman who he now knew was capable of such emasculating cruelty. Why had he not been enough for her? Oh yes, they were finished all right.

For her part, Lyn saw this final capitulation in his eyes and despite realising what it meant for her future, didn’t care. Her orgasm this time was triggered by purely non-physical factors. As she screamed, John lowered his head and desperately tried to block his ears. He hummed as loudly as he could, but nothing worked.

While he was thus occupied, Lyn disengaged herself from Simon’s cock and exhorted him to help her push John’s chair over backwards. Before John knew what was happening he looked up to see a leering Simon and a cum dripping vagina being lowered towards his face. His outrage renewed and he began thrashing about harder than he had throughout the whole episode. He tried to turn his face through 180 degrees but was stunned when Lyn’s slap stung his face. Stunned at her cruelty, he looked at his torturer. Who was this person? Why did she hate him so much? He felt his stomach heave.

This was precisely the moment Lyn had been waiting for. With a sadistic grin she lowered herself the rest of the way and began grinding herself against John’s face, gag and all. If either of them had been rational at this point they may have realised that John would probably never enjoy sex again, and Lyn would never enjoy straight sex again. Even without having an orgasm her endorphins were being released. Even without an orgasm, it was an orgasmic experience. The fact that she was completely destroying her partner in the process was neither here nor there for Lyn.

FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT ARE SCANNING, YOU CAN START READING PROPERLY NOW. FOR THOSE THAT ARE READING IT THOROUGHLY, I THANK YOU SINCERELY.

Chapter 6 The Finale

That is how the two police officers found them. Called by a neighbour who heard Lyn’s screams while Simon was doing her doggy style, they’d tried to get the occupant’s attention by knocking at the front door. The combination of distance from the bedroom and the fact that the occupants were preoccupied meant their efforts were in vain. They spent several minutes debating the legality of entering, before a woman’s scream triggered their protective instincts. They were surprised when they found the door unlocked. They ran up the stairs, following the increasing noise, while drawing their revolvers.

The scene that greeted them was bizarre. They might have been tempted to quietly retreat except it looked very much like they guy tied to the chair was an unwilling participant. The opening statement by the out-of-her-depth senior officer would provide months of chuckles in the bar frequented by off duty policemen.

“And just what the fuck is going on here?”

Still squatting, Lyn froze, then stood up and grabbed the blanket off the bed to cover herself. The manic smile on her face disappeared almost instantly. Simon, with the inbuilt guilty conscience of the intellectually underendowed, hid behind her. John kept thrashing around for a second, until he realised all had gone quiet. He looked around until he saw the two puzzled looking officers. His look of disgust turned to one of relief, then to one of fear.

Kate, the senior officer recovered the quickest. While covering the room with her gun, she told her partner to sort out the guy on the floor. The junior righted John’s chair, then removed the gag, rope and belt. Then he held out his hand for the manacle key. Lyn silently pointed to the top of the dresser. The key was retrieved and the cuffs unlocked. With the gag gone, John vented his rage.

“Slut. Bitch. Whore. What did I ever do to deserve any of that? You and me are finished cunt.”

When it looked like he was going to attack Lyn, Kate yelled at everyone to stop. She’d seen the rings on the woman’s left hand, which prompted her next question.

“Madam, which of these gentlemen is your husband?”

“He is. He is.”

There followed an incredulous silence. John and Simon turned their heads to stare at each other. Both simultaneously saw the raised arms with the fingers pointing at each other. The silence dragged on. Lyn just looked at the floor. Suddenly the impasse was broken by a faint but distinct plaintive cry.

“Mummy.”

As a divorced single mother, Kate recognised the sound of a child in distress. She walked quickly down the corridor opening doors. The one at the top of the stairs was locked but the key was in it. She opened it to the heart wrenching sight of a small girl with red rimmed eyes and bruises on her tiny fists.

“I want my mummy. Stop them hurting my mummy.”

Instinctively the officer went to her and wrapped her arms around her protectively. While she was clung to desperately, she pieced the story together in her head. The bitch had locked this poor girl in her room while she had an orgy. She was still confused why both men thought the other was the father though. She picked up the girl and carried her towards the master bedroom. She peeked around the doorframe to make sure everyone was modestly covered then stood in the doorway.

“See, your mummy is fine.”

The girl looked into the room but turned away from the obvious anger there and buried her face in the officer’s neck. Lyn made to step towards them but Officer Kate angrily shook her head. Lyn stopped.

“Are either of these guys her father, your husband?”

Lyn shook her head and went back to staring at the floor.

“Right Pete. I’m going to take the little girl downstairs. You call a couple more guys and get the duty child services officer here ASAP. Just stay here and make sure they don’t compare notes till we get the extra bodies.”

“Righto, boss.”

With prima facie evidence of child neglect, Kate had enough grounds to be forceful. The child services representative arrived five minutes before the two extra officers. The former quickly took over the care of the little girl and started examining her condition. Within minutes they were comfortable enough that the girl complained of being hungry and thirsty. Kate’s eyes flashed with anger and she led the two backup officers up the stairs. She was half way up when she heard a knock at the front door. At the door, was the household’s next door neighbour who’d called the police. When it was discovered she had a daughter about the same age, a joint decision was made to take the girl next door. It made sense that the familiarity of a friend would be good for her.

Kate joined the two new officers upstairs and briefed them.

“I’ll take the woman; you take a guy each. Remember, we are looking to see if the guy on the chair was forcibly restrained and what they all knew about the girl being locked in her room.”

Pete was tasked with hunting down the husband. There was enough evidence that the house was shared by a man that there had to be a husband. Pete quickly found a name from an envelope and soon word was got to him to come home ASAP.

The three police met again in the lounge room 45 minutes later. John and Simon had been easy, but getting Lyn to talk had been harder than getting a cat out of a tree. Her habit of continually looking at the clock had annoyed the shit out of Kate. Kate opened the discussion.

“How did you go Mick?”

“My guy was Simon Smith. He’s been banging the wife for about a month. He said that Lyn had told him she and her husband wanted to act out a dominance fantasy. The other guy was tied up when he first saw him. He claimed not to know anything about the little girl. He’s big and stupid. I believed him.”

“Andy?”

“Mine was the guy in the chair, John Chant. He’s been banging the wife for about five months. Reckons the wife tricked him into being tied up. He thought the other guy was the wife’s husband.”

“So, she tricked both of them. Anything we can use?”

“Well, we can talk to the prosecutor about illegal restraint. Also the guy said the wife forced him to growl her out while he was tied up. That may be sexual assault. He didn’t know if he wanted to press charges but was very keen to be out of here by 5.30. That’s when the husband normally gets home, apparently. He knew nothing about the kid either. How did you go boss?”

“Well, I could tell you her story about the orgy, but you wouldn’t believe me. She did admit to tying this John guy up, but claimed it was all consensual. I didn’t ask her about the face sitting bit.”

Kate’s teeth clenched before she continued.

“The slut didn’t seem to think it was a big deal to lock a three-year-old in a room with no food or water and let her cry and beat the door while she screwed around. The poor little thing thought her mum was being hurt. Bring back the death penalty, that’s all I can say.”

They separated again so Mick and Kate could ask their suspects about John’s alleged sexual assault. Pete went next door to brief the child services officer. They’d just finished when the front door opened and a male voice shouted “Lyn?”

Kate rushed out the door and intercepted the husband at the bottom of the stairs. The remaining officers noticed a look of fear on John’s face and one of terror on Lyn’s. Kate quickly sat Dave down and reluctantly but succinctly told him everything she’d deduced. She saw the look of thunder develop on his face. She deliberately left the bit about his daughter till last. Dave immediately asked where she was, then rushed next door and hugged the precious bundle. Kate noted how he had to stoop and turn slightly sideways to fit through the front door. He returned with the child support worker, leaving his daughter playing.

Once in the lounge again, Kate asked him to stay there while she went upstairs with the support worker. With practiced ease, the lady served Lyn with a temporary restraining order prohibiting Lyn from coming within 200m of either of her children. Lyn fainted. No one tried to stop her hitting the ground, hard. Kate did her duty and rolled her into the recovery position to prevent her swallowing her tongue. The support worker tore off the pro forma page from the notepad and tucked it into Lyn’s dressing gown, then finished the formalities.

“You have an hour to vacate the premises. I’ll be with your daughter, where you should have been, you stupid cow.”

She left and Kate dismissed the three officers. She followed them down the stairs. Simon and John were behind her. When he saw the man mountain waiting at the bottom of the steps, John, who was in the lead, baulked and tried to return up. Simon took one look at the face of a man that made him look small and even his tiny brain decided to join John back in the master bedroom. Kate told the other three to get out quick as 6’ 5” of cold, hard expression climbed the stairs.

She was standing alone in the lounge when she heard a huge crash, followed by a scream. She took the stairs slowly, wondering when her next eyesight test was due. She’d just reached the top step when there was another crash and scream. She reached the bedroom door to see the whole window frame gone. She wandered over to it and looked out at the two writhing forms on the back lawn.

“What happened?”

“They both decided to leave my house by the window.”

“Funny how they made it so far onto the lawn.”

“Yes, they both flew a bit.”

“Did anything else happen?”

“Well, they both hit their heads a couple of times on the way out.”

“A couple of times each huh? What clever men they are.”

Kate looked at Dave. Dave looked at Kate. They both looked at the recumbent Lyn.

“Your mum did tell you not to hit girls didn’t she?”

“Yes, I’m afraid she did.”

“Right, I’ll stay until she leaves. You’d better wake her up. I’ll make us a coffee.”

Dave woke his wife all right. He filled the bathroom tooth glass from the toilet bowl and threw it in her face. Lyn came round with a splutter and sat up, obviously disorientated. She saw Dave and it all came flooding back to her. Her heart sank and her face fell. She sprang to her knees and shuffled over to grasp Dave’s legs. He looked down with compassionless eyes.

“Oh Dave, darling. I only did it because I love you and respect you so much.”

“What the f…”

“Remember I asked you if I could tie you up and humiliate you and you said….”

“That the day I let you do that to me was the day I cut my own prick off and took hormones to turn me into a real girl.”

“Exactly. This was something I had to do. So I went out and found a guy that I could destroy instead. Someone disposable. I only started with John so today could happen. It’s out of my system now darling. We can get back to normal.”

Dave just shook his head in disbelief. How could he have known her this long and not have an inkling how deranged she was. He continued in a low, menacing voice.

“Is it true that your first marriage ended when you caught your husband with another woman? Or, did he object to your sordid little schemes just like I’m doing.”

Lyn’s gaze hit the floor and stayed there. Now wasn’t a good time to expose that particular lie. The whole idea of taking a lover and humiliating him had come from the reaction of her first husband to her attempts to use him to satisfy her latent need to humiliate a dominant male. Dave had no need for her to answer.

“Even if I could forgive your sluttish behaviour, you locked our little Sophie in her room so you could have your little orgy.”

“I had to Dave. The baby sitter cancelled at the last moment. What choice did I have?”

Again, Dave just shook his head. Obviously Lyn had been so driven that the thought of cancelling the orgy hadn’t even occurred to her. Using every ounce of his inner strength, Dave maintained his low voice, but his eyes glittered with hatred.

“Did you know that Sophie heard your screams and thought you were being hurt? Have you seen her little fists, all bruised from trying to get out of a locked door? Did you see her eyes, red from crying and hear her voice, hoarse from screaming?”

Lyn’s conscience was still deluding herself that her orgy had been justified, but the accusations of what she’d done to her daughter bit deep. Even without the look in Dave’s eyes, she knew she’d strayed well into unforgivable territory.

Dave just wanted to get her the fuck out of his house while Kate was still there. He knew he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions if left alone with her, regardless of his mother’s teachings.

“In case you weren’t listening; you now have a temporary restraining order against you being in this house and near our children. If you’re not out of here in….” he looked at his watch, “47 minutes, you will be arrested.”

Lyn heard his words and saw the implacable look in his eyes. Rising like a zombie, she grabbed a suitcase from the top of the cupboard.

Dave left her to pack and went downstairs. He not only knew his marriage was finished, but knew he had to decide on the fate of his children. Could he leave them in the care of a driven beast? No bloody way. He had a good start with witnesses and a restraining order, but had seen too many patently unsuitable mothers given custody, to be comfortable that the system would make the right decision. He vowed to talk to his new friend, Kate, about it.

He was just about to join her in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. He opened it to two reporters. In an instant he got religion, irrefutable proof of the existence of God. Could the mother of his children survive the children’s services attack to come? Yes. Could she emerge from a sexual assault allegation and possible trial? Possibly. Could she cope with the complete public destruction of her image as a mother? Hell no! Dave paused for a moment to ask himself whether he could do this with a clear conscience. An image of Sophie’s face and bruised little fists came unbidden. Hell yes! He owed it to his children.

“Yes I’d love to talk to you people. Come in please.”

Dave was still talking to them when Lyn left. They stared at her silently. Even journalists, with their sociopathic tendencies, couldn’t enjoy the sight of total destruction on two legs. They let her go without comment. They knew their photographers would get all the footage they needed outside.  

Lyn wasn’t yet capable of knowing that she’d gone from heaven to hell; seemingly happy mother to childless; doted on wife to single woman again; in the space of two brief hours. The foreknowledge that she was within another 24 hours of going from a respected member of the community to a social pariah, would have finished her psychologically.

Kate followed her out and watched her drive away. Dave excused himself from his new allies and met her on the porch.

“Thank you for all your help Officer. You went above and beyond the call of duty and on behalf of myself and my children, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Glad to help the good guy, sir. Um, can I ask you something?”

“Feel free.”

“I know child services will be looking in on Sophie in the future but would you mind if I brought my daughter over as well? She’s the same age and Sophie could probably use some distractions right now.”

Dave looked into Kate’s eyes. He may have been wrong, but was that hope he thought he saw?

“I would love that Mrs…”

“Kate. Just Kate, and it’s Miss.”

“Okay, Kate. I’m Dave. Sophie and I would love the distraction. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to pick my eldest up from his Grandma’s. I have some difficult explaining to do.”

They locked eyes for several seconds then went their separate ways. 

Epilogue.

Assaulted by guilt, remorse and her new social status, Lyn became a virtual recluse. It took Dave a week to get her to come and visit the children. It was an effort that was worth his while, as the children were very confused. Their transition was helped a lot by their new friend, Kate, and her bubbly daughter.

Lyn’s wish of having a video that she could watch in the future ended up coming true. She got to watch it in the custody hearing, the sexual assault hearing and the civil case John brought against her. He did this as the sexual assault case only ended up with a rap on the knuckles for Lyn. His application for a monetary award for the complete destruction of his sex drive was unsuccessful however. Publically humiliated, he left town. Lyn would have had to watch the video in the divorce hearing as well but she was too embarrassed to show up. She knew the hungry media pack would be waiting.

The end.

Hands up who thought John was the husband. Come on guys, give me a break. You should have known Dave would never sit there and take that.

If any budding author have ever wondered what it is like writing convincingly about something you hate, in this case cuckoldry, let me tell you it’s bloody hard.

Now lighten up.

The boy runs down the street until he finds a policeman.

“Officer, come quickly. My father is in a fight.”

The officer follows the boy back to a bar. Looking through the door he sees two guys hammering into each other. Finally, he turns to the boy.

“Okay kid, which one is your father?”

“I don’t know. That’s what they’re fighting about.