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[berseh] :devilish: The To-Do List 11

The abomination of a day.
Emotions.. A whirlwind of torturing emotions, but at least there has been an element of hope.
Confusion.
When he sat on the couch pulling me down on my knees between his legs, facing his rising organ I knew what I was going to have to do.. I did not intend to resist. What would have been the point? He’d slap me until I do it, then punish me afterward. If that was all he needed..
At least I know now that my disparition makes the news. What an irony that it was on MTC News where the star anchor happens to be Lydia.. Rob’s wife! Maybe her innocence will make miracles.
My cretin tormentor finally got the remote control. He grumbled about that painful to-do list that forced him to watch a movie in French.
I began to tremble with apprehension. It was hard not to beg and display my submission. I feared more torture. More shows of hatred.
Holding the remote in one hand, he pulled my head forward to engulf his manhood in my mouth. I had decided to go blank and let my muscles do the job.
Then, sounds came suddenly out of the tv. Whoever was the mysterious commissioner, he was the sickest pervert: I recognized the voices coming from the DVD.
male voice « J’aime passionĂ©ment ton corps ».. te tenir, te voir nue.. »
I stopped breathing. A deadly coat of ice covered me.. I knew by heart what were the next lines of the movie.. And as my life tore apart in fear:
berseh's voice « Roland..Ce n’est qu’un corps pour toi.. Mais moi? Moi, qui suis-je? »
I almost fainted. I cried and choked through the brutal pounding of my throat.
My voice! It was my own voice!
It was a scene from « Un Printemps volé » the movie that made me consider quitting the modeling. I was only supporting actress in this film but that love scene which had been so difficult for me to play earned me so much positive critics that producers and directors began calling.
That was then.
All of a sudden it was like I had left my body, as if I was hovering over the scene, like the soul of the dead overlooking the world one last time:
On the screen was my naked body lovingly cuddled in the arms of the handsome LG while ten feet away was my head grotesquely forced by this disgusting pig.
On one side my voice whispered subdued and loving words while on the other side pathetic, gross, forced shameful gargles came out of my throat.
Deep within I knew I had reached bottom.
They were on the right path to destroy me. I cried and cried, obscenely whining and sobbing my despair and distress around his cock as his contentment began to resonate in loud moanings.
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[berseh] :devilish: The To-Do List 12

People?
That job she gave me the other day? Priceless.
No, I mean she really beats Sandy at cocksucking.
And you know what? Well, those French movies are not so bad. Who needs to listen to the shit they say as long as my little filly slave here was all naked and playing cute and wiggling that damning butt to the effeminate actor? Voila, haw haw!
Awww.. What was I a-saying
 Yes, like I told ya: I knew this little slut was a born cocksucker: « pliiizz pliiizz » haw haw!
Agile little tongue: This prime foreign cunt's mouth is simply the best dick sheath believe me..
Okay. Today is big day for me.. Yeah..
Andrey wouldn’t believe all the reading I've had to do. No, really..
Today today today..
Today is ribash.. Sherabi..Shirb.. Sushi bondage day!
I got myself these books the commissioner said I needed. Home delivery. Big money client even had the page numbered in the list for the truss shit he wants done to her.
Got me thinking though..
All this work.. With cumbag here making the news on tv and all..told myself I should ask for a raise ,
Yeah, I’m gonna ask for three thousands a day now.. No, Four! Four thousands.. Risks are higher ain't they?
Now back to the Shabri.. Bishri.. Whatever! Those Japs are real sick you know that? Can’t simply tie a bitch and punish her? Ohh no. Not enough for Mikado-san! You’ve got to torture your brain just to round up the knots around the whore...
Anyway.
When I got into the attic all loaded with my books, my beers and tons of big rough rope I was very concentrated, see? The cunt pleaded and recoiled and this and that:
Two slaps to keep her quiet.
I needed peace not to fuss the job.
Massively educative junk!
Laid all my gear, opened the books at the right page on the position ticked on the list and I went to work like the true pro you all know I am.
Man, did I learn a fricking lot today! A-list ropeworker I am now!
Tying tremendously amazing knots without any other pressure than the cunt’s weight. Finding the balance to swing that bitch properly. Pull ropes that make the fucktoy twirl and squirm -and never! Never!.. stop her blood running, how is that?
These shitty kamikaze know a thing or two about binding a cow, got to give them that.
I admit I messed up a couple of times and that I had to release this then redo that, then back again.
Real hard brain job believe me, plus that hoe didn’t help with her wailing and imploring and crying a full lake.
Took me about two hours to get it done, including fucking that slit all tied up

What?
Of course I banged the whore. Imagine: legs folded, spread apart, cunt in full view..Wow wow wow WOW! Now I know how them pilots feel when they land on the bloody fucking aircraft carrier, haw haw!
But I gotta say in all modesty: I ended up wrapping that filly like I been living in kimono city all my life!
By the time that whore was suspended just how the com’ wanted I could claim I done a real samurai kink!
Kudos to the Zack!
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[berseh] :devilish: The To-Do List 13

He left me suspended for hours.
Objectified as could be. And for whose benefit? Not for a creative lover or a demanding master for whom I would have endured the position.
No. For a moron.
After he finished tying me up in an extravagantly revealing way he suspended me to the roof, deaf to my supplications. Instead, he kept mumbling to himself. Things about money and a judge. Totally unconcerned by the pain and discomfort I suffered.
This was nothing like the Kenbaku experience I had in Kyoto first then later in Tokyo with the sensei.
There, it had been very ritualised, very respectful even if I had been material to them. Suspended in the silent room with about a dozen people contemplating my oscillating form in tight ropes had felt like astral tripping. The sessions had left me incredibly troubled.. Erotically transformed and magnified.
What this pig did to me was the exact opposite.
My halfwit torturer could certainly not be labeled a rigger. He was rude, brutal, gross, vulgar. He violated me, slapped me and pinched me, defiled me all the time it lasted.. And it lasted so long!
At first I promised to be very cooperative, to which he erupted his sleazy stupid, hoarse laugh and answered I’d cooperate anyway. He got excited and immediately took advantage of what he had just done.
Now, after so many hours when he drank, buggered me, used me, ate in front of me, thrusted himself here and there he finally got bored.
His mad list apparently wanted me to stay exposed and held for so many hours. Himself got tired of the punishing session so he began to play with his phone once he had had enough of playing with my body.
At times the large attic resounded only of the frantic, irritating jingles of the videogame from his phone. Or from my sobbing.
He never untied me. I was not allowed to speak but a couple of times I found myself unable to refrain from moaning. From pleading: It was so terrifying and anguishing to be suspended like this, all twisted. So vulnerable!
Then he’d smack me.
Each time he had to move to go to the loo, fetch himself a snack or get more beer, he’d smack me.
Each time he’d smack me would make me dangle.
I tried unsuccessfully to get whatever support I could from the foot he had let free.
« Please don’t leave me like that.. Why don't you let me down? You’ve helped yourself with me in every possible way.. Please, please couldn't you just.."
« Shut up bitch »
he would answer and kick me, and I would dangle more.
Then after a while I would helplessly moan again. More and more feebly. He would look in my direction, hit the part of my body that was closest to his foot, and I was dangling again.
It lasted, so long..
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[WillieMacJ] :devilish: Red Stripes Town 30

)Slocum orders his men to unshackle Kate from the post.
Anticipating such an eventuality, he produces a phial of smelling salts, which he administers under the nose of his helpless prisoner.)


"Hee-hee!" Cactus Dan chortled as the four men gathered around Kate to administer the ammonia inhalant to the well-whipped prisoner.
"They ain't a-done with her, yet, Duke!" he exclaimed to his sharp-eyed crony.
"I see that, Daniel, I see that," muttered the gambler, as his dark eyes zeroed in on Kate's magnificent young breasts. He hadn't really been able to get a good look at Kate's juicy melons since Jake had slammed her roughly against the post. They were canted slightly outward, perhaps because of their bifurcation at the post, but they were still gorgeous. Duke's hands, which were unusually sensitive owing to the thousands of hours he had spent learning how to manipulate cards, positively itched at the prospect of getting his hands on them when all this was over.
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[WillieMacJ] :devilish: Red Stripes Town 31

(Having barely returned to her senses, Kate listens in horrified disbelief to Slocum's voice ordering his deputies to shackle the prisoner once more - this time with her back against the whipping post.)

As throughout, Top Hat looked on with an enigmatic smile as Bart and Jeb Tyler brutally stretched Kate's arms high on the whipping post, before closing the metal manacles on her pale wrists with an ominous click. Although Kate was not particularly popular with Top Hat's trollops, most of them looked on in horror as Sheriff Slocum's directives were carried out. In the rough and tumble frontier west, many women had grown accustomed to rough treatment. But what Sheriff Slocum apparently had in mind ranked with the cruelties that some of the nearby Indian tribes had been accused of.
The men of Red Stripes, however, were enjoying the spectacle of seeing the ripe-breasted miscreant once again securely shackled -- this time facing their tormentors.
"By cracky, Duke!" Daniel chortled excitedly to the card shark, rubbing his hands together vigorously, almost as if he were groping Kate's naked breasts. "Them titties is as purty as a straight flush, ain't they?"
Even Duke Remington, who had as impassive a poker face as any gambler west of the Pecos, could not quite manage to suppress the wicked gleam in his eye as he ogled Kate's magnificent pleasure-globes.
"She's got a full house, all right, Dan'l," the gambler muttered laconically, even though he was almost awed by the size and shape of Kate Mortimer's quivering breasts. The earlier whipping had left her lust-mounds covered by an inviting patina of perspiration, and her enticingly pink nipples protruded impudently, seemingly begging for attention
It still wasn't entirely clear what the evil-eyed Slocums had in mind, but Duke Remington would have laid ten-to-one that Kate's superb breasts would be their next focus of attention.
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[WillieMacJ] :devilish: Red Stripes Town 32

(As the men were finished shackling their prisoner once more, Miss Rodriguez unexpectedly stepped in front of Kate and to the delight of many, placed her hand on the terrified girl's left breast.)

Heretofore, Top Hat has been inscrutable, wearing that same enigmatic smile throughout. But now we (and Kate) find that not only will Top Hat not intercede on her behalf, she will be taking an active part in her punishment. For not only had Kate rejected Jake Slocum's crude and drunken advances, she had been unresponsive to her boss's subtler, more feminine overtures.
Kate had felt the warmth of Top Hat's hands before, on her arm or on a bare shoulder, and wondered if perhaps her touch had hinted at a forbidden desire. But the feel of her hand on Kate's breast left no doubt. Kate could feel the gentle pulse of Top Hat's hand against her quivering breast, and despite herself, the beautiful prisoner's left nipple grew firmer under the madame's menacing touch.
Meanwhile Jake Slocum was overjoyed to see Top Hat's acquiescence to his suggestion that he, personally, be given the opportunity to punish the impudent slut. Better still, his brother the sheriff had, at Jake's suggestion, agreed to turn Kate around so that the front of her body could suffer the same dreadful fate as her scarlet-striped back and buttocks. His head still throbbing from the injury Kate had inflicted, Jake had been ogling Kate's superb pleasure-mounds for half an hour, and he couldn't wait to take a cruel revenge on her proud- nippled treasures.
"Poor Bart!" Cactus Dan cackled softly. "Ain't nothin' Bart likes better than a nice pair of titties! He'd a-worked them beauties over good, if he had the chance!"
"No doubt," Duke Remington replied. "But from the look on Jake Slocum's face, that big-breasted whore's still in a lot of trouble. Jake mayn't be nearly as strong as Bart, but he's twice as mean. And there's no chance that the sheriff'll stop his brother from whipping those beauties for all he's worth."
The gambler, his eyes fixed on Kate's heaving breasts, concluded. "That pretty little wench is in a world of trouble!"
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[berseh] :devilish: The To-Do List 14

Cunt and me, we got in the best of terms after that.
That japanese kickshit made it I'd say. Now when I get into the attic I just have to tell her what to do. She does it. Whatever.
What-fucking-ever man!
No whining, no protesting, no "Pliiiizzz pliiiizz" (I kind of regret that actually): She licks she spreads she does any-fucking-thing.
Today we’ve got this fancy scene to start going.
People? This Ăčysterious client is really fucked.
Oh, by the way: I wrote the asshole I wanted more. I said 4 grands a day cause the missy is on tv. You know what? I got the raise!
Well, not all of it but half: 3 thousand fucking dollars to ram the cunt and keep her posted up here, fed on goo and vegan.
Let's call it Vegoo, haw haw!
Vegoo, ain't it cracking?
Vegoo, like you know: vegan AND goo, got it? Haw haw, best shit I ever heard!
I told pussy to turn her back then I slid the sleeves of the nurse uniform up her arms and buttoned up what I’m supposed to button.
Meaning one button, haw haw!
You hear me, one... Man, 3 grands for that...Tsst! Best job on the planet I'm telling ya.
That’s when she suddenly wailed and got all crying like you're slicing the sow and hystor.. hister.. Crazy!..
« Shut up cunt » I said.
But she shook and trembled and squealed and looked at me like I was a real monster or som'thin' and there was no stopping else than knock her out, which I couldn't do on account of today's gig. These rich whores are so weird!
You know, I’m asking meself like, wouldn’t she be a mental? Is that some new therpis..Thepres.. therapsist? They're doing that to her to get her healed and no psycho? Some psy medicine for rich cunts?
Anyway..
I mean, I’ve rammed her holes, beat her, tied her up and whipped the shit and, yes that too..plenty and well, never got to this.. this panic!
Oh, and I put the cute white little cap on her head. Wouldn't you know that the cow got even more agitated? I had to put the cuffs on real quick and she kept shrieking and trembling.
"Hey bitch! » I barked to cool her down. « It’s only a uniform, we’re not going to a fucking hospital. It’s playtime! »
Man, I just said that: "Playtime".. She’s been here nakkid all along right? For days right?
But to see her in that cute white thing? With her tits popping out?.. You’ve got to forgive me but I really had to relieve the John.
That didn’t calm her either
 Fucking foreigner! Arrogant shitheads.
Fortunately I got the good medicine for her. Yeah.
I had my grip in her ass as I dragged the "nurse" downstairs.
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[berseh] :devilish: The To-Do List 15

Please, just end all this. Please let me lose my mind. Make me dumb enough not to care anymore.
But it’s impossible.
When I realised he was forcing me into this mockery of a nurse uniform it was like the Earth opening under me. The monster who had paid for all this was getting nearer!
He knew so much.. So much of me!
Just like he had done the other day Zack dragged me to his living room, his finger hooked into the ring of the collar that had been around my neck for what now seemed ages. Once in the place now littered with more crushed beer cans, tissues, porn magazines and other junk he forced me on my knees.
This time though he made me face the tv where some American football was playing. I waited, trembling.
Trembling because... Only the production and the crew were supposed to know!
The shooting had been going on under severe protection and discretion protocols.
The reason I got the role that made me meet and start an affair with Rob was because this big production needed a French-speaking actress to play the part of a nurse.
In the script my character takes care of Rob. He plays a famously ruthless tech millionaire who just had an accident in a driverless car of his own company that leaves him totally amnesiac.
We fall in love but as he recovers he begins to remember the other big love of his life, who is played by Amy, the lead actress. I’m only supporting actress in this.
Amy obviously owns the most important role but Sam the director and the prods have made my role grow bigger: They love the chemistry between Rob and me (if only they knew why this chemistry is so potent!). Very few people know the script.
Very few know of my nurse character, so that means..
« Listen to me cow » barked the pig with the tone I've learned to obey. Immediate danger brought me back in the room. I watched him getting out of his boxer shorts:
« I’m going to enjoy the match but you won’t see any of it, and you know why? Answer!"
I cried.
"Because you’re going to lick my fucking crack during a whole quarter! »
I looked up in disbelief then in horror as he sneered.
« I guess by the end of it I’ll be really clean down there! » Then he emitted his disgusting laughter »
« No! No... Anything else..I won’t .. I can't! Plea..MMPPHH »
He slapped me so strong I was dazed. Then he twisted my nipple so hard - he knows by now I can’t resist that- I yelled and screamed and squealed, trying desperately to get my wrists out of the cuff so I could protect my tortured button, like I was going mad!
"I'm begging you" I desperately pleaded .. "Don't.. Don't make me do that.. It's..No..You can't decentl..Hmmpff.." He grabbed my hair and buried my face between his buttocks.. Ohh god..
At the end of it I found myself performing the degrading order.. I believe it is unnecessary to describe the depth of defilement this led me to.. The staggering crevice that dumped me down, down into my personal inferno... The nightmare of what I had to do.
How it felt.
How long it lasted while the tv blared out the crowds chanting, the comments and Zack's swearing..
Each time I tried to pull back to escape the ghastly trap, he pushed me back in.
Finally he walked away.
Just stepped away to help himself with a beer, leaving his toy crushed.
I could never lift my eyes up again.
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[berseh] :devilish: The To-Do List 16

Look at that hoe! I told ya these pampered hollywood pussies are whores.
I mean, she did it didn’t she? Licked my ass the whole fucking quarter play!
Did it so well, I lost a lot of the TeeVee action. Even closed my eyes just when they did that touchdown! Can you believe I close my eyes on a fucking touchdown? Thank god there’s all those replays, damn bitch!
But I’m not ungrateful no. Not me! I gave her a fair reward: I just turned the other side, haw haw!
I can say she was relieved to get this new job and leave that cracky one coz' she started suckin’ right away.
Guys, that was someting.. I think I’ll have her do it agai

Wait.
What’s on tv now..?
That Cloosling bitch again! Wha-what’s.. ? Can’t they fucking keep stay on football! Shit! Shit shit the fucking shit they’re doing it again.. Ramping up the news about cumbag here!
« Hey cunt? Leave my dick a minute and look: seems like they’re still worried.. Looking for you? Ummmm.. Okay, get back to your good tongue work now. »
Man, I can say I don't like the look of that.. All this attention? Why is this stupid channel so insistant? I mean, that shitty anchor.. Can’t she leave us alone? Don't they have other actresses that could take her part?
No no.. lemme think.. Not safe not safe so much now..
First time I get such a high profile shit going..
"Oh yeah, that’s good French whore .. Suck harder slut!"
Man I got to do somethin’ about all that noise, all that attention..Fucking media! Gotta have a talk with the com’..ohh..
"This has got to stop.. No not you cunt, get on with it! That’s a good whore .. Yeah.. Do it do it bitch, just like you did the others.. Hmm..Ohh fuck oh man ohhh

Yeah!
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[berseh] :devilish: The To-Do List 17

Then it happened.
Like nearly every morning since I had been taken out of my life I was recoiling on the filthy mattress, adding my tears to the unsavory blend of .. « things » that stained it, thinking of how far the probability to walk free was.
Thinking of how good it would be to cover myself. How strenghtening it would be not to have to subject myself every morning to the debasing use of the bucket under the ape's eyes and his scornful comments.
I heard his loud, heavy footsteps closing in.
What new horror would I be forced to endure? How low this time? How base would I be forced to become?
I tried to protect my face when he opened the door. I was already trembling but his hand swiveled my arm away as he pulled on the chain.
So much for resisting.
I paid no attention to the diatribe eructed from his repulsive mouth. I let him cuff my wrists behind me.
Then as one of his hands rudely grasped my tit, his other hand..
His other hand did not as before unlock the chain from my collar: Instead it opened the iron collar that had weighed on me. The open padlock released me of the awful ring of iron that had made me an inferior being and turned me into some kind of domestic animal.
For the first time in so many days my neck was cleared from the weight of ..
Before I could even realise what was going on, the repulsive psycho grabbed my ass and lifted me across his shoulder.
In an instant he stood up, carrying me like a sack of grain, like a carpet, like anything but a woman and in the same movement, turned around toward the door.
He climbed down the stairs so fast that the movement cut my breath as my stomach bounced over his powerful shoulder muscles.
He kept the same pace and suddenly
 suddenly!
Suddenly we were outside!
Outside, in the open air!
For the first time since I had been locked in my filth to become his sex toy I could see more than the walls of my torture chambers!
There was grass, earth, gravel.
From my upside down point of view I could even see flowers. The shaking from his hasty steps produced a shock in my panicked thinking:
What was he doing? What did it mean? What was this new diabolical torment going to be?
Then a much somber thought crossed my chaotic mind.
« What-What do you do? Where.. Where are you taking me? Please stop that! Please don’t! No! No, I don’t want! Please don't»
But all I could hear was his endless grumbling. Turning my head I had a glimpse of the outside of that house where I..
I could feel the fresh air of the morning on my skin. It should have been a blessing but the most horrible images invaded my mind: What? Why? Where?
Was it some new torture? Had at last a ransom been paid ? Then even that perspective carried its dark issue.
Was he going... to kill me?
Then I lost my nerves and started kicking desperately:
"No! no, I don’t want to die! Let me go! Let me go letmegoletmegoletmego...." My voice carried my panic in the highest shrieking tones. I desperately tried to fall out of his arms, oh no! No ..
« I’ll pay ! I’ll pay! » I screamed uncontrollably « I’ll pay what you want, I’ll do what you want!, please noooo.. Let me live!"
Undisturbed by my frantic agitation, he stopped next to a truck.
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[berseh] :devilish: The To-Do List 18

I had to fucking do it, know what I mean?
I got a job to run: If the client says do it then I do it, no question about that.
It was time to part with the slut.
Thing is, I was told on quite a short notice. Fucking foreigners!
Can’t tell ya how frantic she was: agitated, screaming like the sow you’re about to butcher. Man, she even banged her dirty feet against my truck! Fucking beautiful truck I've just bought thanks to keeping the cow home, and she kicks on it?
I had to punch her in the stomach to stop that, damn cunt.
Sure enough that cut her breath, she stopped moving, gasping for some fucking air and all.
I crammed her on the floor of the passenger seat, kicked her legs to shove them in and shut the door. Oh buddy, that was shit!
Then I rushed behind the wheel to hit the road.
Well, it's not really a road: Bunch of paths and dirt and I got us through that narrow track I go to when I hunt them deers ya know? Stopped at the end of it.
« The end of the road » I mocked the curled, sobbing bitch.
Yeah man: The end of the road coz yeah that’s a dead end too, haw haw!
You say that to any bloke you've just took in your car? Shit their ass out.
When I pulled the handbreak she started again the pliiiizzz pliiiizzzpliiiiizzz! Like she had tons of them.
Cryin’ big drama queen, like she's a fucking angel, pulling on her manacled wrists! You know? They never seem to understand

Okay. Who fucking cares? That was before..
I got out, walked around the truck, pulled open the door her side and grabbed her by the hair. She started kicking me again, yelling and panting and sobbing..
I don’t get it, really: What makes ‘em think it will change anything?
I’ve got a job to do, and I’ll do it: follow the shitty list to the last line!
But before that man, I thought: How about I get a last taste of the whore?
I banged that foreign ass against my truck, and I was screaming into her ear:
"Say good bye to that truck bitch!"
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[berseh] :devilish: The To-Do List 19

I suppose I walk at the pace of a centenarian. My feet hurt. My leg muscles hurt. I have no force really
and I’m cold.
What horrible trick is behind all this? What kind of perverse torture have they schemed?
Why did he leave me.. Unchained?
Could it be true?
After the pig had his brutal way with me against his truck, he let me fall to the ground

That was it.
He had been behaving like.. Oh god I was so afraid but also so exhausted, so defiled that I didn’t care anymore.
I felt - and feel- so sullied.
"Do it and end my misery" I cried.. I didn’t wanna die as a diminished human being. I needed that last stand... But, did I really say that or is it part of my hallucinations?
To my surprise he had pulled me up. I was staggering, barely standing on my legs. He pointed a finger to a narrow path in the woods, just by the side of the truck.
He said I was to walk about a mile « Just follow that! One mile! »
I looked at him, I must have been like a zombie. He shook me and repeated his order, turned me around and slapped my butt so hard it pushed me forward. I heard the door of his truck slam, and his engine start.
I froze, expecting the bullet.
Then I heard the distinctive sound of an engine going rear, followed by the cracking of the clutch then the acceleration. I turned around.
I couldn’t believe what I saw: The monster had been maneuvering a U-turn in the narrow road and from there accelerated to vanish in the woods
He was gone.
There was no silence as the truck drove away. No silence because my heart was banging loudly. Because I realised I was plaintively whining.
Because it finally looked like.. I was alone?
Like an automat or a ghost I entered the forest.
I felt so feeble I walked very slowly.. The birds up above were singing.. The same birds I guess that I could hear from my jail.
What was this new torment? Was he going to run back at me? Was the torture a mental vicious trick to let me build hope and crush me even harder?My hands kept coming back at my neck: The heavy collar was gone. It was gone!
Or..
Are they .. Is his client somewhere in the woods.. About to hunt me like they do in horror films? Hunt me like a deer?
I would.. I would have no energy left to hide or run.. What if he has dogs?
My mind was rolling and rolling as I treaded along very slowly. Little by little, nude in the wild forest the sense of my filthy, stained, sullied body began to feel unbearable. I felt I was insulting the trees, the bushes, every plant by trudging along, by displaying my dishonored flesh, covered as it was with the remnants of my disgrace drooling down.
But I kept lurching, one small step after another, not daring to look around. Too afraid to meet my executioner.
There was nothing to see other than greens, barks, trunks, pulsating woods.. And my pitiful progression. The birds.. My feet on the grassy path. Sometimes a branch would crack. I closed my eyes, stumbling..Silently calling my Mom.. My godfather.. My god.
I was cold. I was thirsty. I dared not touch myself.. My disgusting body, his goo drying. My bruises. The acute pain in my heart. Was he going to run back? Was the other going to shoot? Had something been done?
I have no idea how close I was to losing my mind..
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[berseh] :devilish: The To-Do List 20

At first it was only a flash of metal, a glitter.
As I slowly, painstakingly progressed it became brighter: There was a clearing in the woods ahead of me, and something was shining.
A car.
That car.. That car! Oh my god..
And I understood.
And my heart burst out of its cage!
Because I knew this car.. I knew this car.. I knew what this meant: I was free! Rob had paid a ransom! He had paid how much ever had been asked. Zack was not going to rush after me, the com’s was not going to shoot me in the woods, I was, at last..
Free.
I tried to accelerate my pace but only keeping my balance already felt like a gigantic feat. Slowly though the joy filled my veins, hardened my muscles. It was as if an invisible string was pulling me modestly but steadily to that clearing. To the car. To safety!
I pathetically tried to call for help but no sound came out of my lungs. Tears that I never tried to wipe out blurred my eyesight, until I was close enough to realise Rob had sent his wife, Lydia.. I supposed it had been one of the conditions of negotiations..
Were policemen, SWAT agents hidden around, ready to catch my abductors?
Was there any media ready to record the moment?
I know it can sound ridiculous but I tried to cover my tits and my pussy with my hands as I lurched closer and closer... Deeply aware of the stains Zack had left on me. The marks of my degradation.
Deeply aware how sullied I must have looked.
Strange thoughts ran across my mind, while my eyes stayed hooked on Lydia’s silhouette.. Like, hoping Rob had not told her about us because .. because.. Lydia, whom I had met only once in a promotion party, was taking a lot of risks waiting for me, alone in the woods

The rough feel of the path on my soles, the stuffed sound of my pace, the birds singing: All this peopled my consciousness like a backstage effect: I was tottering to freedom, wobbling to life again!
To see Rob's wife again now, looking like the symbol of liberty nonetheless added to my confusion. Left me strangely troubled. I felt so grateful, I was so relieved I would have kissed her feet yet I also kind of felt bad.
Guilty..
I ached, I was sore, I felt like I had been meshed in filth but my heart warmed up as I looked at the standing figure looking left and right, obviously not reassured. She took those risks while being -unknowingly- doubly betrayed. Risking her life and her safety for me, the woman her husband was cheating her with!
After what seemed like a long walk through the corridor of trees I emerged in the clearing.
There seemed to be only the two of us.
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"That's enough. THAT's enough hear me sow?" she shot at me in the harshest and most shattering tone.
"You miserable whore..just don’t get closer.
I don’t want your stinking body too close to me!
Already just looking at you makes me want to puke. At last I can see the real strumpet.. The real thing, not the mediatised fashion angel.. Not the begging cunt ready to take anything up her ass so Zack wouldn't hurt you!
You're a walking bag of goo, you know that Mrs. Lickmyass?

Yikes! I can't see what males find here.. Dumb men!"
I looked at her, too confused and too mortified to answer but.. I.. I..
"What is it?" she pushed. "You’re surprised? I know Rob’s dick needs to dive into so many harlot holes: I accept that. But when I see that one of the young spoiled heifers - that’s you stupid slit!- wants to take him away from me then it’s a different game, oh yes it is.
And I’m a tough challenge you idiot. You thought swinging your ass and throwing innocent eyes at my weak idolized hubby would do the job? That I’d pack and go? Bye bye Lydia it's been nice knowing you?
Pathetic tramp.
Well I had a different idea about this. I'm not your basic housewife no I'm not!
I had this Zack's number. He knows nothing about me but I knew he'd do it.
Money makes it going.
Ohh look at you.. Think this hurt and deceived expression is going to break my heart? How do you think I kept my prime time in MTC News? Talent? Connections? Ridiculous: Intrigues, pressure, accepting the CEO’s unwanted advances: The whole thing.
Turning a blind eye to Rob's little adventures, making a brave face when rumors come up, and you know why? Because I have real values, something a liberal European whore can't even understand: I believe in the sacred vows of wedding!
You cheap slut.. I really had to control myself..Convince myself not to have Zack "terminate" you as he said, because I've decided to use you as an example. But at least..
And don’t you give me that horrified look! Haven’t I been compassionate enough? Any other wife would never have insisted on feeding you vegan food. Real criminals would not have ordered Zack to wear latex when he shagged your filthy holes. No! I alone decided to preserve your rundown twat from infections!.. And other parts I suppose...
My my my, don't you look defeated! Oh I like how you are now.. The pictures he sent me every day were so great! I'd go to the ladies at work, lock myself in and contemplate..And rejoice, yes: Those images were the best moments of my days!
But it had to end, because the movie needs you in two days from now.
It's time to touch ground you fancy girl.

Any other woman would have let this guy do what he wanted and that means never let you out alive on account you might give us to the cops: If you’re alive it's thanks to me, so you owe me. You owe me big, understand you dicktoy? You semen-absorber, you.. You..But enough with that"
She paused, her eyes expressing a blend of disgust, pleasure and hatred.
"Now you’re going to listen to me bitch, and listen good. You’ve got two more scenes with my Rob. It's important for him and because he's producing and invested so much money in it but you are going to play cold with my man, you get it? Never let him know what happened.
Unless of course you want me to spread some of Zack’s images through the networks... You know how once they’re out there will be no way for you to come out of it clean. Your naive innocent girl act will be ruined when people start seeing pics of you peeing in that bucket or licking this guy’s ass, like the dirty worthless starlet you are.
Ohh, sweet little European actress? A whore yeah! A shameless trollop who doesn’t even respect the sanctity of marriage.
Now I’m going to drop you in a small town near here.. A bus stop... I don’t give a fuck how you make it back. When they ask why you were gone you’ll tell you had to stay away from Hollywood, that you didn’t like it or that you met a guru or that you turned dyckie or.. Anything! Anything to make sure your career here is over.
Then you’ll be invited in my show.. I'll make sure everybody gets that you're a hollow , talentless, career hunting prostitute, and you will do everything to act the part!
I’ve got a dress -a bag really- for you, and sandals. Oh, and I got your phone. Battery’s loaded so you can call a cab or something and fifty bucks and then you can go to hell.
Now put that dress on and hop in ! You seat on the back, where I put the big towel. Yeah, that one:

I don’t want your sticky goo-stained slit to spoil the fine upholstery of our family car
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Cruelty.. Meanness.. Stupidity.. Greed.
A selfish wife almost got me killed and certainly stained for years..
For such inconsequency?
So she could keep her dumb self-absorbed movie star of a husband (and his bank account) for herself?
As I sat in the back seat, vaguely listening to the junk she kept throwing at me I was as shattered by her violence as I was by her idiocy. All this? All that I had to go through? All this sadism, this abuse, this horror so she would remain the top female anchor, Mrs Rob’s wife, reigning over superficiality?
Such pettiness, such narrow minded greed had been at the root of the monstruous debasement, the crushing sequences of humiliation and dehumanisation that have deeply wounded me..
Really?
Because I slept with her husband, a man who is nothing more than a work partner? Because of a little sex that for me was only the resultant of the normal emotional tension arising between actors who have to play lovers?
Well, you hideous woman will see that an angel can hold a sword of fire.
I wrapped myself in the shapeless 20 dollars black dress she had bought for me: At last... Feeling clothes on my body, after so many days of being a sex toy for the pig.. Being a human again!
As soon as I could I turned on my phone, that she had so obligingly placed on the dress. I discreetly put it on..recording.
While it began taking in all her babble I also saved the gps data.
Then I let my mind drift away from her conceited filth, quite typical of other tv anchors I’ve had to endure. I let her dispense with more insanity.
Things she said then:
« It’s time lawless sluts like you understand that a spouse primes! I doubt any man will want to marry a whore but if one is tricked enough to put a ring on you, I’ll make sure he receives a souvenir pic! Anyone of the dirty things I made you do via Zack. Ohh, what a whore you are! So many shameful stuff you did that no woman, at least not me even in the face of death would have agreed on!"
Yeah, like.
We emerged from the woods and joined the asphalt. From a sign I could see we were still in California.
"Your life depends on me.." she kept rattling. "Yours, and that of all the other sluts who would reap me from what I worked so hard for! You lousy bitches.. »
On and on she went.
There was never enough holiness on her side and vice on mine. We may have shared the small interior of the same car.. We may have shared the same planet, the same stellar system but it felt like I was worlds apart from her much vaunted factitious society, from her self-serving priorities, her meaningless concerns.
She rambled and rambled, at times vociferous, at other times scornful, blaming me for being someone else than her.. Telling me all kind of crap. Did that psycho confuse her tv platform for the pulpit of a Temple?
She told me of what was right and how wrong showing my body was wrong.
The little whore angel was going to show her.
I discreetly moved to the side the towel on which I was seated and carefully rubbed my sulied pussy against the « upholstery of the family car ».
I even pulled off a pubic hair and pushed it inside the interval between the seat and its back. Zack’s and my DNA would become cute little testimonies of how the three of us had been related.
Then I sat back on the towel. I didn’t have to say anything to feed her soliloquy: She went on and on explaining how she managed all this, how Zack reported after each element of the list had been achieved and how she gave clear instructions for the following ordeal.
Thanks to the smooth drive of this special brand of car I knew the sound of the recording would be clear. After all I often used the recording capacity of my phone when rehearsing my « dialogues of the day », so i knew what to expect quality like.
The wind from the drive started to brush my hair.
I began to breathe better.
Above me, the sky was blue, A few light clouds seemed to smile and wave at my release.
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She dropped me on the outskirts of Steffensville, a small town where I was supposed to catch a bus..
What a cretin!
As she left in her spacious convertible I took a snap of the plate number.
Then I set to do a couple of things:
First,
I opened the private encrypted channel my lover and godfather Em* had installed on my phone so I could call him whenever for help.
I wrote to him I was now safe and detailed what happened as much as I could.
I actually didn’t have the strength to describe the indignities I went through but I know he’ll get the idea once he sees Zack's regular reports to that imbecile Lydia.
I opened everything, every file so my man could pump all the data from the GPS and listen to Lydia’s monologue. I sent him the photo of the car.
Em is into intelligence.
I never exactly found out what kind of gig or who he works for but I knew it would take him only a couple of minutes to get Lydia’s phone number, and another 30 minutes max to pump all the data from her phone.
The way that stupid ass had brandished her phone to my face, I supposed she didn’t even take the trouble to use a specific phone to lay down her to-do list to Zack and follow all the harrowing torments I suffered. I was convinced she kept them stored in her little device.
Em would quickly get in touch with his FBI contacts.
From there I guess we wouldn’t have to wait too long to get news of the Perfect Housewife and her Perfect asshole Zack.
Second,
I called Mario (my agent) and gave him a few instructions:
He was to send me a limo or a vanity van with an assortment of simple dresses and shoes. A hairstylist and a makeup artist were needed to give me the look of the beautiful kidnapped girl, with artfully disheveled hair, well drawn tears and light bruises so I could face the frenzied media and be at my best while still looking the part.
Mario was going to call the main newsrooms like he was a passerby who’d just spotted me stumbling helplessly.
Third
I told the hotel what kind of Chinese green tea I expected to have ready in my suite.
Once all this was done I looked around. I just had to wait. I had to breathe. Everything looked beautiful in this town. Meaningful.
Payback was going to fall over very soon.
Then it would be over.
I started to hum a little French song I always loved that talks about free, live water "L'eau vive", Live water, from Guy Béart. And I'm not his daughter, in case you wonder.
* Em, my lover and godfather is an OC of MTCMTC
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