This story is based loosely on some real experiences and is mixed with a healthy dose of my kinky and perverse imagination. What is included is a lot of bisexual FF -- a little MM, MF. There is punishment, spanking, exhibitionism, wrestling, groups and a little incest. It is primarily a fantasy. Do not try this at home -- and always be safe. Also, all of the characters are all over 18 and everything is completely consensual. This story is long and I will post more and more of it as time passes. I am always interested in feedback and suggestions. The musical references in the chapter titles are there to ground the story in musical events. Feel free to listen to them while you read the chapters. I would love to find an artist to draw illustrations. Enjoy.
Chapter 13 -- Schubert, String Quartet in D Minor -- "Death and the Maiden"
I had now been in Caracas for about two months. I had made many friends and was certainly busy. Life in the penthouse was strained however and I began thinking that maybe I needed to find another place to live. But for the moment I was stuck. Kirsten was very demanding at home and it made it very difficult for me. It wasn't just the sex, which she demanded constantly. But also, she expected me to do all of her chores and I got tired of being treated as a servant girl. We were constantly having arguments, which I always lost. So my resentment was beginning to build.
Not only that but my other roommates were getting weirder by the day. Jeff spent every waking hour playing chess. He had a string of opponents from outside the company who would come over to play him. There was one guy in particular, a guy named John. He supposedly worked at the embassy and was a CIA agent. Maybe. Who knows? I doubt it. Real CIA agents aren't suppose to brag about it! All I know is that I found him odious. He was always talking about how important he was. And he liked to brag about his sexual conquests. He considered himself to be irresistible. He was always flirting and making crude comments. Now I am no prude -- but I got tired of hearing him compare my "tiny tits" to the other women in his collection. Kirsten would have nothing to do with him, but Mary and I had to put up with his comments and his groping. He kept asking me out and I kept refusing. In fact, I got very impatient and began to drop my accustomed cheerfulness around him. But Mary, Jeff's wife, reacted differently. She continued to flirt and she let him grope at her. He would be playing a match and while Jeff was pondering his next move John would get up to go to the bathroom, corner Mary and feel her up and down before returning and acting as if nothing had happened. I asked Mary why she put up with it and she just shrugged. It was obvious to me why though -- she had a very low opinion of herself and liked the attention. And this worried me.
Now, one thing about me that I have not yet shared in this story is that I have very strange sleep habits. I often will take many short naps during the day and then sleep for short periods of time at night. As a result I rarely sleep through the night. I will get up in the wee hours to take a bath or shower or read and write in my diary. One evening I was up at around 2:30 in the morning reading and writing as usual when I heard the elevator. Now it was a Wednesday and we had had a performance earlier in the evening. I actually came home with Kirsten, in an effort to smooth things out with her and I had serviced her pussy with my mouth, she had spanked me lightly for being difficult and then she had gone to sleep. The guys had come home later around 1:00 and were asleep, but Mary was still unaccounted for. I had not thought much of this until I heard the elevator. I walked over to the entrance and stood in the shadows so I could see who was coming up. Now the elevator stood right outside the entrance to the penthouse. There was a locked gate, and I stood inside the locked gate. The elevator stopped and out staggered Mary, fumbling for her keys. She looked terrible. Her hair was a wreck, her clothes were ripped, her arm was bleeding and she had bruises on her face. It was also obvious that she had been drinking.
"Mary! God, what happened?" I quickly opened the gate for her and took her in my arms and led her into the kitchen. She was crying.
"Mary, you are a mess." I noticed something in her hair and put my hand on her head and realized that it was sperm. I wiped my hand on her ripped blouse.
She sat in the kitchen and I sat next to her and gently rubbed her shoulder and neck. "It's ok, you are safe now." I kept repeating over and over.
She couldn't really talk but she did indicate that she was scared of Jeff or others in the apartment seeing her like this. So I gently led her to my room and closed the door. I had my own bathroom so I led her in there.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
I turned on the shower.
In a low voice, "Mary, get out of those clothes and get in the shower."
Slowly she tried to pull off her clothes. I helped her as best I could. I helped her pull off her blouse and unclasped her bra. Her pantyhose was ripped and her panties were gone. She had lacerations on her arms and chest. She also had bruises on her face and on her body. She got in the shower and started to wash. I stayed close by. I was afraid she might fall since she was obviously somewhat drunk.
As I watched her I noticed she was wincing from the pain of the soap in the cuts. "I'll put something on them when you are done." I also noticed that she had wet her hair but was not washing it. So I turned off the water. I had her sit on the edge of the tub and I lathered and washed her hair, then I told her to rinse it herself. Then I helped her towel herself dry and grabbed a long nightgown from my closet and helped her put it on then I covered her with a blanket. She sat on the edge of my bed and started to cry and cry and cry.
I held her in my arms and tried to comfort her.
Eventually she settled down. "What happened?"
"John raped me." She said after a long pause.
More silence.
"He had asked me to meet him after the show. He took me to some club in Silencio (which is a part of town) that was mostly guys with a couple girls, who turned out to be hired whores. They were stripping and doing stuff and I told John I wanted to leave. I didn't like it. He laughed at me and took me in a back room where he... well you know. He started kissing me. I resisted and he started calling me names. He ripped my pantyhose and ripped off my panties then he raped me. But then he took me out into the big room and told everyone that I was a whore and to have fun with me." She started crying again. "Then he left me there alone."
"They did things. They ripped my clothes. Exposed my body. Made me suck them and a couple of them fucked me. They used me like a whore." She broke down into sobs again.
"I didn't want to do that. I went with him because..... well because I am so lonely. Jeff completely ignores me all of the time. I thought John liked me and I thought he wanted to have a nice evening with me. I would probably have gone to bed with him willingly. Why did he have to rape me, Abi?" She was beside herself crying. I took her head in my hands and gently kissed her forehead then I let her lay her head on my lap and I gently rubbed her shoulders and her hair and her neck. "It's ok...." I whispered... "How did you get home?"
