Master of Her Mind

Master of Her Mind Master of Her Mind

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A young runaway meets a seemingly kind-hearted man. On his isolated farm he leads her down a path of twisted fetishes that often result in murder. But the end result of his fetishes is not always death. Sometimes it's just the opposite. . .

Summary

A young runaway meets a seemingly kind-hearted man. On his isolated farm he leads her down a path of twisted fetishes that often result in murder. But the end result of his fetishes is not always death. Sometimes it's just the opposite. . .

Chapter1 (v.1) - Master of Her Mind

Author Chapter Note

A young runaway meets a seemingly kind-hearted man. On his isolated farm he leads her down a path of twisted fetishes that often result in murder. But the end result of his fetishes is not always death. Sometimes it's just the opposite. . .

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 30, 2011

Reads: 3572

Comments: 7

A A A | A A A

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 30, 2011

A A A

A A A

Lena sat on the floor of the bedroom gasping for air. She clawed at the floor and the furniture frantically. She found her voice and screamed, but it was to no avail. Her hands were suddenly pinned to the floor, and then they were bound with some kind of cord. Her attacker forced her legs down and choked her. Another feminine silhouette emerged. Her face was frightened, but she did not intervene. Lena struggled for a few more seconds, and then she shuddered one last time. Her body was still.
The man stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow. He was a massive figure. He stood nearly six foot five, and he weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds. He was all muscle and sinew, and he had a massive tattoo across his left shoulder of a Betty Page. His head was shaved, but it was not the sheer physical size of his person that intimidated the wary gawker. If anything it was the fact that his eyes were as black as midnight. It seemed that those eyes had no soul, and they harbored affection for only one other soul. 
He reached for the woman and pulled her over the body. “I need you to go down to the shed and get the shovel. I forgot to bring it up, and I have to go hook up the trailer and get this thing moved before work.”
She nodded and he kissed her forehead. While she walked down the stairs she could hear him moving the body around. She sighed deeply. He didn’t do this that often, but he definitely kept this one too long. She had been forced to feed the girl, and she was a firm believer that you became attached to anything you fed. She walked into the kitchen and looked out the big window into the backyard where the trailer and truck sat waiting to be hooked up and moved. As an afterthought she went into the front room where the tv was blaring. She looked out the window and noticed Sheriff Harding’s truck in the driveway. She truned and fled up the stairs.
“Jesse,” she screamed, “Sheriff Harding is here!”
She heard him swear, then she heard the movement of boards and furniture. She knew what he was doing. They had a secret room behind their walls where they kept women sometimes. She walked calmly back downstairs and opened the door.
Sheriff Harding was a sober man in his fifties, and he had a grave look on his face. “Anjette, I’m here to see Jesse. A young lady about your age just came in, and well, she’s saying some things that I have to check out.”
Anjette stared at the sheriff innocently, “I can’t imagine what anyone could be saying.”
He shook his head, “Personally I think she’s crazy, but I need to make sure it’s not true. But there’s something you need to know.”
“What’s that?” she asked sweetly.
He looked down, “The girl has a baby with her.”
The detective stared at her kindly and asked her about Jesse. She shrugged indifferently and told him that affairs meant nothing to her. She sipped her soda and nibbled on the fruit bar while he gave a statement. The detective wistfully watched as she looked around absently.
“How did you meet Jesse?”
She glared at him, “I really don’t want to talk about that. It was during a hard time in my life, and it doesn’t matter.”
He nodded, “I see. So your name isn’t Tabitha Hayley, and you’re not from South Carolina?”
Her face paled, but she resolutely refused to answer. A few minutes later Jesse came in carrying a bundle that wiggled. His face was proud and aglow with tenderness. He handed the detective some paperwork.
“So she gave up the baby? And she’s not pressing charges?” he asked incredulously.
Jesse smiled, “She said as long as I could take care of him she didn’t care. He said she made it all up so I’d have to face her. Silly huh?”
The detective didn’t look convinced. “So what exactly happened, Jesse?”
“Well, Ryland, she and I had a fling, and it didn’t end well when she found out about Angie. She made it up, and now she doesn’t want the baby. She didn’t even name him.” He kissed the baby and rocked him.
“Sure,” Ryland said, “But what are you gonna do with him? You don’t know the first thing about kids.”
Anjette stepped up and took the baby, “Since I can’t have my own I’ll just have to raise this one.”
Ryland looked on disapprovingly. “We’ll see, Jesse.”
As they went through the door he called out to Anjette, “You parents have been looking for you for four years, Tabitha. You owe it to them to at least let them know you’re alive.”
The look she shot him was one full of daggers, “No, I don’t. If you knew what I had to endure you would see why I don’t”
The door closed, and she walked out with Ryland worried about what all that meant.
 
 
Anjette’s real name was, in fact, Tabitha Anjette Hayley. She was from South Caroline, and she was a runaway. Her mother’s boyfriend Hunter had been living with them for nearly three years, but just recently he had done something she couldn’t believe. Her mother had just taken a third shift job as a nurse, and now he roamed the house at night. He came into her room once and sat on the bed. He cried and told her what it was like to be with a woman ten years his senior that was so attractive, and what a struggle it was to leave her alone because she was tired. A few weeks of that suddenly turned into him crawling into bed with her. Since she was alone there was no one to help her.
Six months after it began she noticed she missed her period. When she took a test at the local clinic her fears were confirmed. The doctors estimated that she was six weeks pregnant. School was only a month in, and she couldn’t bear to spend all year like that. Telling her mother was out of the question. She was so fixated on her new boyfriend to believe her. She told Hunter. She was completely unprepared for his reaction.
He insisted that she receive care, and he immediately decided that he would break it off with her mother so that they could be a family. She was so frightened that she packed a backpack and fled.
She managed to hitchhike to Virginia, but she planned to hide in West Virginia. There were few enough people there so that she would not be recognized for a long time. When the gruff trucker who picked her up alongside the highway stopped at a truckstop he urged her to go to the local homeless shelter. He got out and walked toward a police officer standing outside. As he talked he pointed to the truck. She quietly slipped out and stowed away in the cab of a truck nearby. The trucker in that truck asked her to get out on a deserted road when she refused his plea for favors. She was a few miles from the border of West Virginia when a fall thunderstorm struck. The wind chilled her to the bone, and the rain had her soaked. She stumbled onto a tar-and-gravel road where no traffic moved, and then she saw lights in a little valley below her. She sat down on a fallen tree on the side of the road and began to cry.
She considered just going to the police and facing her mother, but when she stood up her jeans were not just soaked by rain. A deep red blood poured out, and she felt dizzy. She stumbled a few steps, and everything went dark.
When she woke up she was warm and dry in a soft bed. The sun was shining through kelly green curtains to fall onto the large bed where she lay. She was dressed in a gown that looked a little worn, but it was comfortable. She swung her feet over the bed and walked softly to look around. The furniture was elaborate and richly carved, and the room was sumptuously decorated. She looked out of the huge window and saw that it looked out onto a balcony. She then saw that a door was concealed by a long curtain. She stepped out and saw a hammock suspended, and a huge biker-type man lounged in it.
He turned and looked up, “Well Sunshine, I see you’re finally awake.”
She looked at him warily. He was remarkably handsome, and when he smiled his teeth were dazzlingly white. “I’m sorry, but I’m not sure how I got here. Did you pick me up?”
He nodded, “You were laying in the ditch, and I saw all the blood. When I realized what was going on I picked you up and brought you here. I figured when you woke up I could take you where you wanted to go.”
She looked down and touched her abdomen, “My baby?”
He stood up and reached out and touched her shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stop it. It just came out, and I wrapped it up and buried it. I figured whatever you were running from you didn’t need to see that.”
She began to cry, and he stepped forward to put his arms around her to comfort her. When she stopped he led her downstairs to the kitchen. After breakfast he asked her to tell him what happened.
“So you see,” she said after she told him all of it, “My mother would never listen.”
“What are you going to do now?” he asked.
She shrugged, “I don’t really know. I don’t really have any family or friends that will help me, and I didn’t tell anyone.”
He looked at her appraisingly, “Well, if you wanted to saty here for a bit until you figure it out you are welcome to. I don’t get many visitors, so we’ll be alone.”
She shrugged again, “I don’t care. I’ve been raped before, what difference does it make now?”
A few weeks into their living arrangement she decided to surprise him. He did all of the cooking, and he assisted her in most of the cleaning. The only thing he asked her to do was to help him in the barn with his horses. She had never ridden a horse, and she had only seen them in fences up close. He taught her the basics, and soon she was a big help to him. However, she wanted to demonstrate that she could help him long-term.
She cooked a roast and vegetables as well as biscuits to have ready when he returned from town. When he came in he was surprised. She smiled happily, “I figured you had done so much for me that I could at least do one big favor for you before I go.”
“You’re leaving?”
She nodded, “I really don’t want anyone to accidentally remember me and my family to find me.”
He nodded, “I suppose that makes sense, but you gotta understand that around here we don’t get much news or press. Every time it rains the satellite goes out, and one good storm puts the lines down. People mind their own business here, and I don’t mind the company.”
That night Anjette slept fitfully. The cold winter wind tore at the house, and its moaning disturbed her. She sat up and looked outside. The stars were visible, but the moon was absent from the night sky. She paced for a while before she sat down at the desk. She contemplated going downstairs and lying on the couch where the wind might not be so loud. However, she simply could not get any comfort from that idea. 
She decided to walk around the house. Since he had allowed her to stay there had been the precondition that she not go into his room or on the third floor of the house. She had been on the third floor with him, but she had remained in the hallway. After walking up the stairs she noticed the door they stopped outside of on their lone trip was barred from the outside. She lifted it and looked in. It was a plain room, but it looked comfortable. It was obvious that a maid or servant of some sort had resided here, but what sort could not be said. After a few moments she closed the door and crept back downstairs. Then, a sudden howl of the wind and a ripping noise startled her so bad that she raced down the hall to Jesse’s bedroom.
She turned the knob and found that it was not locked. Beyond the door the room was a bit of a shock. The room had all the creature comforts, but the walls were decorated in old, faded posters of rock bands. The room was neat, but a few items attracted her attention. There was a magazine featuring a very scantily clad girl in a dog collar. A pair of handcuffs lay beside his bed, and a tiny pair of red underwear lay not far away. Regardless of all those things, she approached the bed and shook Jesse. He jumped and put his hand out as if to grab her throat. When she struggled he let go.
“Oh, sorry, Anjette. I thought I told you not to come in here. There’s stuff you shouldn’t see.” After she explained to him why she came in his room he laughed. “The wind, really? Aren’t you a little old to be afraid of the wind?”
She smiled sheepishly, but he let her climb into his bed. She clung to him whimpering while the wind raged. Almost shyly he put his arm around her. “You remind me of my little sister, Amy.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah. She always came into my room because our stepdad used to yell at her. We would stay awake for hours talking.”
After a long time she fell asleep. Sometime after two she was awakened by a thunderous crash. It turned out that a tree had fallen near the barn, but Jesse didn’t hear it. She crept out of the bed and looked around. The clouds were receding and the stars were coming into view. She jumped when she heard movement behind her. Jesse was standing beside her looking through the door that led to the balcony. He didn’t seem worried that he was in his underwear, and he stood with his hands on his hips.
“We should be okay now. Let’s get you back in your room before sunup. That tree is going to take a long time to move, and I have to weld a ton of shit for Mr. Lawson tomorrow.”
She shivered slightly thinking about going back into her room. She was still in shock from the loud noises. “Can I please stay in here? I really don’t want to go back to bed alone.”
He smiled a tolerant smile and shook his head, “It’s something will both regret sweetie. I snore, and there are worse things too.”
She tried to smile, and then she climbed into the bed. He climbed in beside her, and then he put his massive arms around her. She was asleep faster than she had been in a long time. For the first time since she had run away she felt safe. She woke again sometime later to realize Jesse was not in the bed. He was standing in front of the window watching the rain pour down. His face was a study in conflicting emotions. She touched his shoulder and he jumped.
“Don’t do that,” he warned sharply.
“What, touch you?” she asked incredulously.
He nodded, “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”
“Hurt me? Hurt me? After all you’ve done you’re afraid of that?” Her face was baffled.
He turned to face her, and he looked eerie when the lightning flashed. “When I was fourteen my stepdad used to rape my little sister. She was only eleven. He’d rape her, and my mom encouraged it. She started to give her stuff that would make her calm so he could do it, and when I found out I went to the police. They sent me home and told me to shut up.
“When she was sixteen she vanished, and someone found her in a barn up in West Virginia. She was dead, and she had just had a baby. My mom killed herself shortly after that. Our stepdad died of a heart attack in jail last year.”
She tried to wrap her arms around him but he pushed her away. “That’s not all. When I married my wife Penelope, she had a baby girl.” He picked up a frame that contained the picture of a woman in a sundress holding a baby.
“She took off with Eliza a couple of years later. She ran off with the sheriff’s nephew. They got into drugs, and she sold Eliza for drug money. She came home after loverboy died, and then she wouldn’t tell me what happened to Eliza.”
He began to sob and then he screamed, “The bitch begged me to take her back, and I did at first because she promised to tell me where Eliza was! She was here a few weeks and then she told me she couldn’t get Eliza back because she sold her! Our baby girl, just sold!”
By this time Jesse let her put her arms around him to comfort him. He wailed once more, and then his voice became a whisper. “I killed her. I strangled her while we were in bed, and then I burned her body and buried it. I killed the mother of my child, and I wasn’t sorry.”
She could only feel his rage and sorrow. “I can’t help but understand,” she said sweetly, “I’d have to say she deserved it.”
He turned and sobbed even more, “They always leave me, all the women I love leave me. I’m a good man, but they all leave me! Why?”
As she held him she felt him suddenly grip her waist tightly and bury his face into her stomach. “Here you are, so much like my sister, and someone did the same thing to you as her. I wanted to save you from me, but I couldn’t ask you to go when you were like her and you had become my friend.”
She stroked his head softly, “You have been a good friend, and I’m sure you were a good husband and father.”
He looked at her sadly, “But you will have to leave or I might hurt you. I’ve hurt so many people. And you will just leave me like the others did.” His hands slid up to her shoulders as he stood up, and they soon closed on her throat.
She struggled a little, and he released his grip. He slowly let go, and then he threw her on the bed. From out of nowhere he pulled out a rope and bound her arms. She struggled a little harder, but he ignored her. He pulled her shorts off, and then he ripped her underwear off in one swift motion. She begged him to stop, but before she could speak he was naked. He leaned down and once again wrapped his hands around her neck. She gasped, and his face came alight with desire.
“Please,” she gasped, “I won’t leave. I’ll stay.”
He released her again, but his face betrayed his shock, “You will?”
She nodded quickly, “I’ll stay if you want me to.”
His hands, which a moment ago had nearly wrefted the life from her, now caressed her face. For the first time she responded to the advances of a man willingly. He was not gentle, but wild. He pulled her legs apart ferociously and plunged inside. She cried out, but he did not stop. She did not even think, she struggled against them, and he smiled a smile of pure pleasure. He left her legs free, and she struggled against him, but he moved ahead. She cried out, but he laughed.
“Let me go,” she pleaded, “I won’t try to get away.”
He pulled her closer to him, “Yeah, beg for me to stop. I like it when you try to get away.”
He pressed harder, and she struggled. A gush of her own fluids came in an answer, and he placed his hands around her throat. He didn’t tighten his grip, but instead he held her immobile. “Squirm, yeah, try to scream. Come on baby, come for me.”
She squirmed this way and that, and he exalted at how her flesh matched his in heat and intensity. He let go of her throat, and he began to kiss her flesh. “So soft, so sweet. So tender.”
 He broke away from her and moved to kiss her stomach and moved down. She gasped loudly, and he continued to lick her insanely. After an eternity he came up and began to tear at her flesh again. She screamed as he pushed deeper and harder. He roared with triumph. She screamed again, and he rammed himself in deeper.
She writhed like she had been in agony. He filled her up until she screamed again, and then she went limp in his arms and he untied her. When he lifted her face she was smiling, and she looked tired. He held her against him, and he felt her heart pounding in her chest. He kissed her forehead gently. “Swear you’ll never leave me.”
“I swear,” she said softly.
He stroked the auburn hair gently, “Stay, and I’ll give you anything you want. Stay and I’ll give you another baby. I swear I’ll take good care of you, and this baby will live.”
She pulled away, “What? I’m awfully young for that.”
“You don’t want to?” he asked sounding hurt.
“I do, but what if I need to go to the doctor?”
“It’ll be ok. I’ll give you anything, just stay and have my children.”
She didn’t think about her response, nor did she think about the illogical implications of that request. She answered yes because she didn’t know what else to say.


© Copyright 2020 suncatcher12342000. All rights reserved.

Chapters

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Anonymous

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Anonymous

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Anonymous

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Anonymous

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Anonymous

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Anonymous

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

More Great Reading

Popular Tags