This was a hard chapter to write because it is by far the darkest of all the chapters. Trying to infuse humor into a situation of Albert being blackmailed and endangered was harder than I realized. In the end, I succumbed to the darkness, so much so that I almost changed the category away from "Humor and Satire," but I didn't want people to be unable to find this next chapter. So don't expect as much humor in this one, but hopefully I'll get more in the chapters to come.
Chapter 9: Love Hurts
I have no idea if there's a literal hell where there exists the possibility of spending eternity being tortured by demons until the end of time. I have no opinion one way or another whether there is a Lord of Satan that seeks to spread evil and misery throughout the universe hoping to entrap human souls in the vicious torture of their own misdoings. But if any of this does exist, I can tell you that there is a demon-in-training who is yearning, if not salivating, for the chance to cause as much despair and sorrow as is humanly possible. I know this because I have had to spend the last few days with Brittney.
It seems weird to say that, considering Brittney's gorgeous body is lying on her bed completely naked with my face stuffed into her crotch licking her pussy. But this demonstrates my point. I love licking pussy. I love feeling the little hairs get in my teeth as I go between licking the clit that makes a woman's thighs shudder with pleasure and ramming my tongue into a moist pussy as far as I can go. I love it all, I do.
But I have been down here for fucking forty-five minutes and I think I have strained a muscle in my tongue. If I'm able to talk after all this is over, I'll be shocked. So she has taken a wonderful sexual activity that I enjoy immensely and has made it loathsome and tiresome. And that's only the latest example.
I have cleaned her bathroom, her kitchen, her car, her closets, and her refrigerator. I've even given her fucking miserable cat a bath, and that goddamned animal is as aggressive and sadistic as its owner, and I have the scratch marks on my forearms to prove it. I have done stupid errands to the supermarket and drycleaners, all with the vicious laughter of that bitch Brittney ringing in my ear. Yeah, I know, cleaning an apartment and running errands probably doesn't sound like torture to you, but for a slob like me who is practically allergic to any cleaning products, I assure you it is.
It's not that her apartment is a horrific mess, although I sure wish it had been cleaned years before I came into the picture. And it's not even that every time I get a look of disgust on my face, Brittney conveniently reminds me that she will report me to the police for sexual assault if I don't do everything she asks. Ok, yeah, that part does fucking suck, but that's not even the worst part.
The worst part is the utter contempt and complete derision and condescension she piles on to me that makes it so unbearable. She commands me to do things with this sharp, arrogant voice that is devoid of any human civility or courtesy. She has literally snapped her fingers at me like I'm some peon slave waiting for her edicts to give purpose to my otherwise meaningless life.
Ok, no, I take that back. That makes it merely intolerable. The worst part, the part that I find unbearable to the point that I have to remind myself to breathe... great, now she's grabbing my head and pulling my face further into her cunt. Man, I used to love the feel of pussy lips against my tongue, but my mouth lost all sensation half an hour ago and I've become so slack jawed that it's difficult to keep myself from drooling all over the bed like some overdosed mental patient.
Where was I? Oh right. Anyway, the worst part of this whole fucking ordeal is that while I'm playing fucking servant to little miss she-devil here, I know that downstairs my coworker Dave is fucking the woman I really want to be with. Yes, I know, of course it's my fault that I lied to Tasha about Dave being a lingerie-exercise specialist, and boy did Brittney LOVE forcing me to call Dave and set it up for him to fuck Tasha. She knows how painful that was for me, which of course is exactly why she did it.
He's been going over there about three times in the last week, and he tells me he's scheduled to go over there again tonight. But what that means is that every day Dave keeps coming into work showing me pictures and videos of all the perverted stuff he's convinced Tasha into doing. I know he only shows me this crap because he wants to thank me and he thinks I enjoy witnessing every fucking thing he does with her. Ever since Tasha showed a preference for bondage, Dave has been going all out with his "super duper ultimate radical therapy" on Tasha, making her perform every twisted type of deviant sexual act his perverted mind can conjure up.
Just today he showed me his favorite video so far. Tasha is blindfolded and kneeling on the floor. Her hands are tied behind her back with silk ropes that are also lashed around her ankles, but the rope is so small that her back is arched which is forcing her enormous breasts up. I can see her wriggling and trying to move, but all it does is make her tits tremble.
And then I see Dave, with his balding head glistening with sweat and his round, hairy belly, climb on top of her and mount himself above her with this sadistic look on his face. He grabs his erect penis, at least I assume that's what the little thing between his fingers is, and he crams it into her pussy without any warning; no foreplay, no rubbing, no fingering her to get her nice and moist, he simply jams himself inside her and begins rutting her as vigorously as his perspiring, aging body can muster.
I can't tell from the video how Tasha feels about any of this, since the blindfold obscures most of her face and Dave has the volume turned all the way down so that we won't disturb anyone else at work; all I know is that Tasha's beautiful body is being pounded by this short, fat man whose tongue is drooping out of the side of his mouth in carnal obliviousness.
As much as I hate watching Dave do this to her, I can't help but be mesmerized by the undulations of her enormous tits rocking back and forth every time her pussy gets another pounding from his hairy figure, blurry from motion, thrusting himself mercilessly into her shackled body.
Dave grabbed my shoulder as we were watching the video and excitedly told me this was the best part. I stare at the picture and see Dave suddenly turn her body over so that she is now on all fours; well she would be on all fours, except her hands are still tied behind her back, so she is on her knees with her head against the mattress as her massive tits bulge out of the sides of her body. Dave grabs her buttocks and spreads her ass apart as he rams his little stump into her asshole.
I can't tell if Tasha is hurt, with the sound down and her face blindfolded and covered, but I see her head jerking from side to side as Dave forces himself deeper into her anal cavity. I can literally see drool pouring out of his mouth as he shoves himself into her harder and harder, making her entire body shake with every plunge.
This goes on for another minute before Dave stops moving, so I assume he has ejaculated his load inside her. The two of them are sweaty and breathing fast, as Dave shuts off his phone and holds his hand up for me to give him a high-five.
