8
When I woke up I had no idea, what time it was or even where I was. It took me a moment to realized I was at Mr. Jaids cabin, his living room. I was on my back my legs spread open. The sex suit was still on. There was long tube to the side of my mouth it had some some liquid residue in it. I pushed it away and looked around feeling groggy there were all sort object in condoms littered about the floor. I saw his camera pointed down at me.
I sat up feeling extremely sore. I wasn't able to walk, when I looked down my privates were so swollen and painful. When I looked down I also saw writing all over my breasts in what appeared to be black marker. He'd written his name and then vulgar words, slut, cunt, whore, bucket and a tally of nine.
I looked at my privates closer there was more marker words cum dump, Carter's Piggy bank, He had an arrow just above my crotch along the arrow it read. Always open, the lips of my pussy looked really strange, they were red and swollen. I realized he'd gone and put lips stick on them.
I tried to recall what had happened but found I couldn't remember anything from last night only pancake for breakfast. I looked at the camera sitting on it's tripod. It...would know what he'd done to me. I crawled over and managed to knock the tripod down on the couch. I grabbed the camera and tried to use it. I had no idea how it worked.
It took me a moment to turned it on then I accidentally pushed the rewind button. My head was so fogged up it took me a few minutes to turn it of then I pushed play. I had to have the camera really close with the suit on I could barely see unless it was right in front of me. I saw the camera zooming in on a bottle of water inside me. No wonder I ached I couldn't believe he'd actually done it, the sick mother fucker. I told him I didn't want that.
I watched him poured himself a glass of water and I shook my head not wanting to see that. I fast forward and saw him pouring wine in me, FUCK. I fast forward I thought I saw a candle and more toys he inserted. I tried to pause but went past it, I saw him playing with the tube of lipstick and markers writing all over me. I saw him biting me, my but my inner thigh I looked down on my inner thigh to see teeth marks I'd missed
Then pulled out the lipstick and filmed himself putting it on the lips of my pussy. Then for the camera he put the lipstick tube in a condom, he then inserted it in me. Then he fucked me with it in. I couldn't believe this. He knew I'd not wanted that. I watched him struggled to get it out. I didn't remember any of this he kept pouring wine in me and drinking it. Maybe it was the wine...that made me forget? I'd never had it and to have it inside me like that couldn't be good.
The camera cut out, I thought it was done but then it turned on he was outside in the back yard, riding me hard doggy style. His hand on the handles connected to the corset. It was clear I was unconscious my body was limp. He took one hand off the corset handle and waved at the camera, like he was doing me one handed. The camera cut, I was laid out on the ground. He kicked my legs open and pissed between my legs from behind then all over me. I covered my mouth.
He hosed me down then put a fucking water hose on both my holes. He picked up a stick off the ground and poked my boobs with it. You could clearly see I was unconscious, he poked at the lips of my pussy with a dirty fucking stick, he hit me with it, then toss it. He hosed me off then put me on the porch next to the trash bags. He talked to the camera saying things but I could read. He walked in the house and just left me next to the trash like I was garbage.
It cut out showing me back in the living room. I knew I should stop watching but couldn't stop I had to know. He was watching TV on the couch. He'd positioned me to straddle him. My head was slumped over on his shoulder. I was sitting on his crotch but he wasn't inside me. He lightly rocked us both back and forth running his hand up and down my back squeezing my but cheeks every now and then. He'd roll them pull them apart as he watched part of a movie. Something inside my pussy started to pop out. He pushed it back in and smiled at the camera.
After a few more minutes he repositioned me to spread me open. He showed the camera what was inside me. I could just make out the lid of can of beer. He'd put a fucking can of beer in me. He smiled pushed it in more, patted my privates showing it was completely inside then positioned me back to where I was straddling him and my head rested against his shoulder. He held me rocking me again. I couldn't fucking believe him I shook my head horrified I needed to stop but kept going, I fast forwarded, he sat with me for a while like that.
Then I saw him lay me out on the kitchen table. He kept moving me struggling to get the can to pop out now. It didn't want to come out...when he finally got it hanging out half way, he popped the top and drank it while it was still inside me. When the can was empty he took it out. He used a flashlight to shine inside me and showed the gape that it had left. I could see inside me... He smiled disappeared and then came back with something he'd wrapped in plastic, he showed the camera the fucking chair leg he'd broken off months ago.
I shook my head. NO! NO! NO! PLEASE TELL ME HE DIDN'T! My hands shook like I could actually stop this. He showed my gape from the can again compared it to the chair leg. Then he lubed the chair leg up and eased an end of it in...He pushed and pushed till it was all the way in, then pulled back and said things to me. I couldn't read his lips but his mouth moved. He waved his finger around point at me and his mouth got wider as he yelled. He walked circles around me and I could tell he was getting off on this...lording over me. He got big and stroked himself while thrusting the chair leg inside me He came on me and the chair leg and took picture.
He left it inside me then walked away. I fast forward he left me like while he made dinner. Then he put a table clothe down and set me like I was a dinner table. He sat down and ate on me every now and then he'd touch the chair leg inside me and nod and talk to himself. He cut the camera off after a bit and it came back on but I was barley watching. I was horrified. I didn't think anything could be worse then what he'd just done. Yet I watched him pace around in the living room. The chair leg had been removed. He was moving his mouth talking to himself and the camera. He put the tub I'd woken up to in my mouth. I was so out of it I didn't even fucking gag. I held my throat it felt sore. I hadn't noticed with everything else... He took the other end attaching it to the end of his flaccid penis, he winked at the camera mouthing something, I didn't catch he threw his head back and started to peeing. I watched his pee flow down the tube and into my mo-
I puked...I ...I couldn't I couldn't watch anymore. I couldn't believe...HE'D… HE'D I began smashing the camera...EVERYTHING HE'D DONE TO ME...HOW HOW COULD HE DO THAT!. I was unconscious. I smashed the camera, smashed it till it was in pieces on the ground. I felt disgusted violated, I wanted this suit off. I scratched at it but it wouldn't come off. I crawled to the bathroom wanting to wash my mouth out but first I made myself puke I wanted it out of me. After I' d puked and washed my mouth. I noticed him asleep in bed. Mother fucker...abused and violated me and just left me on the floor when he was done to sleep in his soft bed.
I turned on the sink and swished my mouth again and again. Then I found I had to pee so I sat down I felt something pass. I stood and one of those metal balls fell into the toilet. I put my fingers inside myself and could feel more. He'd just left them in me. Sick son of a bitch. I cursed him as I tried to get them out. I was so swollen, it was painful but also numb my muscle wouldn't work or release the balls.
I started a hot bath and got in. I let myself relax completely the hot water helped me feel a little better. I felt inside and it had shifted down now. I got on my knees in the tub and worked the ball out and into the water with specks of blood. I felt inside me once more and it was empty. I'd never been so happy to be empty. I tried to scrub off all the writing all the fucking lip stick on my skin. I got the lipstick off it stained my skin and colored the water but the marker was permanent. It faded some but was still there. I just kept wondering how he could do that to me or anyone, why hadn't I woken up. Had I been drunk or something. I got out dried myself off and tried to cover myself.
I crawled through the hall thinking I wanted out of this suit. I wanted to go home. I wanted- Suddenly the towel rip away and a hand smack my ass so hard I fell forward. When I turned I realized he was up in more ways then one. I rolled on my back and violently push him away. I wanted nothing to do with him. He just playful brushed of my attempt to to get away. I tried to make him see my hands, I gestured to him and began to sign but he grasped my wrists and pinned me down. I read his lips, he said, "I bet your hungry. I'll feed you."
I looked at him confused. He moved my hands above my head so he could pin them with one. I struggled and tried to kick him but again he just brushed it off. I tried to fight, to make him see I was upset with him and hurt. He began placed himself. I shook my head, I didn't want it or him ever inside me again.
He entered me with a rough thrust I struggled to get free but he just kept pounded me into the hallway floor. I cried breaking down it hurt...everything hurt...he was hurting me. He didn't last long to which I was grateful. He came inside me, when he pulled out he whipped his excess on me and then gave my pussy a hard smack. I didn't feel it compared to everything else. He smiled but not at me. He was looking at it, I read his lips, "I'm gonna feed you a lot this week."
THIS WEEK! I was disgusted there was no way I was staying her another minute let alone the rest of the week. He was talking to my sex but he didn't even look at me, didn't see my distress. He gave me another had smack between my legs. I jutted as I felt my body quake from the sting of this one I was surprised I could feel it. I began crying but he didn't notice, he simply let go of my hands and pulled away, moving on with his day.
He walked down the hall and into the living room. I moved my hands between my legs and held myself for a moment. Eventually I rolled over on my stomach and got to my hands and knees. I tried to crawl again as I cried. I noticed he'd froze in the living room. I realized he'd discovered what I'd done to his precious camera, he drop to the floor and took hold of if running his hands over the broken pieces, I wished I could see his expression. I wanted him to know how it felt to have something taken from him.
He slowly turned, looking back at me. I couldn't quiet see his expression, but I felt his vibrations as his feet pounded the floor. I tried to pull back but he charged me, he began beating me pounding his fist into me several times. At one point he grasped the side of my arms and shook me before slapping me across the face. I tried to scratch him to pull away. He grabbed the handle on the back or my corset and lifted me up. He carried me through the house and out the front door, he dropped me on the porch with the trash bags. I tried to get up and he kicked me to lay down, when I had.
He signed. "There is no helping you, you're no better then an animal. You're trash" He stomped on the porch then went back into the cabin and slammed the door.
I pulled myself away from the trash bags and looked around. I couldn't leave I could barely walk and I was still in this fucking sex suit. I also had no idea where we really were. I'd fallen asleep on the drive over. For several minutes I just sat there holding myself. Everything was like some awful nightmare ever since I put on this suit. I ran my hands over myself and saw another places where he'd bit me. He was the fucking animal.
I wasn't sure how I was going to get home but eventually I tried to leave the porch. He must have been watching because he came after me as soon as one of my heels got down the steps. He roughly grabbed me up and lifted me up and over his shoulder. I thought he'd take me back inside but he opened the trunk of his car. He threw me in and slammed it shut. In the darkness I felt vibrations as he banged on the car….
I was so scared...I realized he'd gone mental again. I worried he was going to kill me this time! I banged on the inside of the trunk upset I recalled my mother locking me in the closet when I was little I thought I'd forgotten that but I remember banding and scratching on the door in the dark. I flailed about for hwo knows how long. Things were so still and I thought he'd left me in here to die but a moment later he opened the trunk. He grabbed hold of me and took me inside. He threw me across the hard wood floor and then signed. "What had I done to his camera! What had I don't to his camera!"
I signed, "What had he done to me!"
He gave me a mocking grin and said. "Whatever I want. What don't you get I own you,"
"No you don't," I moved my hands around angrily, "No you don't. You have no right to do these things to me. Those things you did to me were sick wrong really really wrong."
He gave me a smug look and signed, "Since when do you care what happens to you, you're a masochist."
I signed, "No! No! Just because I like some things doesn't meant I accept everything, you violated me. My hands shook I was so upset, "You put that chair leg in me! You pissed in my mouth. What the fuck is wrong with you."
He looked at me for a moment then vindictively signed "You were gaping you needed something to feel your void and I didn't piss in your mouth I pissed down your throat," I shook my head as he slowly signed "And that's not all I did," he smiled like he was proud of himself. It scared me to think what else he might have done while I was unconscious and vulnerable. Out of all the things he'd done to me this….this was the worse...When he pushed himself on me that first time. I was confused...when he pressured me into friendship I. I'd clearly made the wrong choice...after he'd...beaten me with the chair leg I should have gone to the police and...i should have just chosen to live on the street when he dragged me back into this mess but I'd…given in….but this time...this was
undeniable this...this was my fucking BREAKING POINT! I could take no more of this...even if it wasn't all bad I didn't want this not anymore.
He gave me another mocking grin like he thought this was all funny. I read his lips "You're gonna buy me a new camera,"
"No," I signed, "Take me home, now. This is over. I'm done."
He ignored me and signed again "You're gonna buy me a new camera," then added. "And make this up to me,"
He wasn't listening to me. I flicked him off and signed fuck you and fuck you're camera before flicking him off again. He stared at my middle finger for a second and snatched it as I pull it away. It surged with pain. I jerked back, thinking he broke it.
He realized it was hurt as I began crying uncontrollably. He put his hands up apologizing. He cocky attitude suddenly wiped away. He signed he was just mad, I could make him so mad sometimes" I just kept crying my hand hurt it hurt, all this wasn't my fault I wasn't going to let him convince me it was. I stopped reading his signs as he ran around the house running his fingers through his hair. He opened his mouth wide a lot. I looked at my finger trying to fix it. It was bent weird. My fingers were my words and he...he'd broken my words.
He came back after a second with my clothes, he threw them at me and said he'd take me to the hospital but I needed to calm down. He released my head from the sex suit. I didn't want to calm down I didn't want to go anywhere with him. I shook my head. He slapped me across the face and then apologized for it. I was scared of him. He kept getting so angry. When he saw I was scared he started punch and throwing things, he began opening his mouth over and over again. I barely caught a curse word.
He got his phone and called someone. He ran the cord around the house talking to them for some time. After he hung up he got dressed then sat down on the couch and waited. I stopped crying by then but it still hurt so bad. I hated him. I hated him so much.
After what felt like forever he suddenly got up and got the door. I realized he'd called someone, it was a man with glasses. He looked at the state of the cabin then looked at me. They spoke to each other and Mr Jaid's gestured to me. The man came over. His face was sour, I recognized him...he ...he was the man in the photo's with Mr. Jaids. The man signed for me to give him my hand.
I signed to the man, "Help! Help! He's crazy."
They both just looked at me. Mr. Jaids signed, "Do you want you finger fixed or not you dirty bitch, he is a doctor."
I looked at the doctor, he nodded to me. Again I signed, "Help," It hurt when I moved my hands I kept wanting to use the finger but I was scare, desperate to get out of here.
Neither responded after a minute Mr. Jaids waved me off and got himself and the other man a beer from the fridge. Mr Jaids sat down on the couch and the doctor sat in a chair across from him. I read their lips. The doctor said, "So this is what you needed my cabin for?"
This was the doctor's cabin!
"Yeah," said Mr. Jaids before sipping the beer.
"You told me you needed to work on a special project." said the doctor.
Mr. Jaids just smiled and shrugged. The doctor adjusted his glasses. He moved his beer but didn't drink it "Are you off you're meds again, Carter"
"No," said Mr. Jaids didn't like that his face got sour. I wondered what meds he was talking about.
The doctor gesture towards me "Is this the same woman that set you off last time"
"Might be" said Mr. Jaid's.
"You swore you were done with all that. You had me clean up. Do you need me to clean up again?" He turned to me and I looked at the ground.
They hid their lips after that eventually Mr. Jaid's came over and signed, "Are you done having a fit." I nodded "Then let my brother-in-law fix it,"
I realized it was his wife's bother. Did his wife know about us? Her brother sure did the doctor came over, I gave my hand to him. He examined it carefully, then took things out of a leather bag. He gave me a shot then we waited. When the pain in my hand lessened. He adjusted my finger back into place, then wrapped it in a splint. I read his lips "He said it wasn't as bad as Carter thought, it was just a dislocation"
Mr Jaid's nodded and thanked him. I sighed help. But the man just left me there with Mr. Jaids. When it was just me and Mr. Jaids again, he hit the back of my head and loomed over me signing "Don't ever embarrass me like that again. Stop acting like you're my fucking victim."
He stormed off. I couldn't believe I still had to stay here. I swore I'd stay away from him after this. Maybe if I felt better later I could try to walk home but I doubted it. I put my clothes on over the sex suit. It was hard to move, so many things hurt.
After a while I got hungry. I went to the fridge to get some food and I noticed some things left out from last night when he was cooking. I wondered if anything had spoiled. I looked around and saw some medicine that had been crushed up on a cutting board. Was this his medicine. I looked at it and didn't think so. I put some bread away and threw out some cheese that had been left out over night. I felt thirsty I poured myself some juice it tasted different. I vaguely recalled eating on his lap him making me drink this juice it had tasted different, yesterday. He'd fed me...he hadn't eaten or drank anything...had...he...drugged me.
The thought was unsettling. He...no..no… I didn't know how you could tell if you'd been drugged. I'd never been drugged before. I went to him with the bottle, he was taking a shower, he signed to me...want to join me. I show him it. He paused but didn't say anything he went back to showering. I came at him now and pushed him in the shower. I shook the bottle. He almost slipped he got mad but I demanded an answer. "What do you want you crazy bitch!"
I signed the best at could asking if he drugged me.
"No," he signed angrily but I didn't believe him I stormed out of the room.
I looked for my glass from last night…I found it I smelled it but. I couldn't tell. In the end it didn't matter whether he had drugged me or not he'd still violated me while I was asleep. No matter what he said...no matter what I'd been telling myself I couldn't let this go on anymore. I wanted out of this mess out of this suit. I didn't care if I got my test anymore if I had to live on the streets it had to be better then this. I found some scissors on the counter and I pulled off my clothes until I was just in the suit. I began cutting it off me. Each piece I removed I felt freer and freer...I felt when I cut him out of my life I was going to feel the same. It was hard getting the corset off but I managed cut away every single piece.
He came out of the shower in nothing but towel and saw what I had done while I was putting my normal cloths on. He looked at the pieces horrified. I smiled at him, I knew I shouldn't have but I wanted him to see what I'd done to, see I was no longer his cunt.
He got mad again, he came at me but I grabbed the scissors. I held them up, threatening him if he came any closer. He backed up then looked around the kitchen. He rushed to the knife wrack and pulled out a big cutting knife.
Seriously, I realized things had accelerated rather quickly dangerously so. He began yelling I read his lips "COME ON THEN! COME ON THEN BITCH LET'S GO!"
Did he want me to fight him, hurt him…No matter who won this wouldn't be a good outcome...especially knowing him I'd probably be the one that got hurt. I took a step back all of this was just insane. I put the scissors down and signed "We need to stop,"
"No," He switched the knife to his other hand.,
"You're sick," I signed
He smiled then I read his lips as he said "Not as sick as you,"
I shook my head "We're over."
"Right" He said. "You owe me,"
"No," I signed, "I don't owe you and you don't own me."
"You'll end up on the streets," he said.
And I was right it came back to that to the streets...the worst thing I could think of but I already decided I didn't care it had to be better then this. A thought occurred to me just then even if...I did end up on the streets that didn't mean the end of me...it didn't meant I'd always be there. He didn't know what I was capable of...even I didn't. My heart was so messed up when I met him...I was just drifting along and now I felt my head was a mess as well. I let him have control it had been easier to have someone else just tell me what to do but today I saw..what he'd did when he was in complete control with that damn camera. He didn't cared about me not really. You DIDN'T do those things to someone you cared about. No he… he loved the power...the control
I didn't want to be weak anymore...I didn't want to give up my control. I didn't want easier. I was done ...done being "stupid" as mother would say. I looked at him as he gave me a big smile, thinking he had power over me but not anymore. I knew with my finger was hurt that my words had probably been coming out wrong but this. I needed him to see to understand. I signed slowly. "I would... rather…. be…. on... the... streets... then... spend… another… second... with…you,"
He got it. I thought he'd be mad but for a moment he looked almost scared. A wave of expressions crossed his face, he looked scared then crushed, then sad, angry and finally annoyed. I had no idea what was going through his head right now. I didn't want to know.
I turned to walk away, I needed to find a way to get home on my own. It was weird...how calm I suddenly felt...How sure of myself. I hoped this voice this clarity would last. He stomped his foot on the floor to get my attention. I ignored him cause I could. I didn't have to listen to him anymore. I didn't have to give into HIS fits. He held no power over me. I looked for my shirt. It was on the floor I went for it but he stepped on it blocking me. When I finally looked at him, his lips quivered with emotions as he spoke.
"NO! You don't get to tear my entire world up and just walk away. I cheated on my wife for you. I risked my career and reputation for you. I got a fucking vasectomy. You don't get to decide when were over. I decide when were over and were not ever going to be over because I own you! You are mine. I knew it from the first moment I saw you." I stared at him, I couldn't believe what I was reading, did he say he a got vasectomy for me, he'd said it was before me and he knew he owned me from the first moment he saw me, it was undeniable he was beyond crazy, he went on. "I know now, why I learned sign language. Why I took that shit job all of it. All of it" he said shaking the knife. "Was so I could meet you. SO I could find you and make you mine," His eyes shifted "And now that I have, I'd sooner kill you then let you go"
I furrowed my brow...did he seriously just threaten to kill me. I blinked thinking I'd misread his lips. I stepped back and he raised the he knife pointing it at me. "Not another step." He dropped the towel from around his waste. I could see he was excited again. How could he be hard at a time like this! "Kiss it" he insisted "I want you to get down and kiss it… you're going to apologize and then we're going to go into the bedroom and you're going to take what I give you and then...I'll decide if you can live"
He'd decide if I could live! HE'D DECIDE IF I COULD LIVE! Who did he think he was? This was just another one of his threats. I wasn't backing down this time, I didn't think about it I just flipped him off with the middle finger on my other hand. He looked like I'd slapped him. After he got over the initial shock that I would dare flip him off again. He lost it even more if it was possible. I could see it in his eyes. His mouth got really big. "FUCK ME! FUCK YOU! I'M GOING TO CUT IT OFF!"
I realized I'd fucked up then. I tried to back up too quick and fell to the floor. I scooted myself back and tried to crab walk away as he stormed toward me with the knife. I knew he wasn't going to stop until he cut my middle finger off and then, he suddenly froze in place, his eyes got wide. Something had caught his attention.
I turned and saw the front door was open, it was the doctor. He'd never left. His mouth was wide, he must have been yelling something as he pointing at Mr. Jaids. I couldn't make out what he was shouting from where I was on the floor. When he finished, he closed his mouth and crossed his arms. He did not look happy. I turned back to looked at Mr. Jaids he suddenly looked sick. He looked at me then the knife. He must have realized what he was doing, he fell to his knees.
The doctor came up behind me without warning and grabbed me from the floor. He carried me out of the cabin as Mr. Jaid's began rocking and stabbing the knife into the floor. The doctor took me to his car. He put me in his back seat and signed. "Wait," before he shut the door. He stormed back into the cabin. Several long minutes passed I couldn't think, I just stared at the cabin...waiting for something to happen.
After a few minutes the doctor came storming out. He was alone thankfully alone. He had my shirt and my bag of things I'd brought on the trip. He opened my door, then threw my stuff at me. He looked back the cabin fore a second before getting into the drivers seat. He buckled up and started the car. I put my shirt on and he adjusted his mirror. Our eyes locked for a moment he seemed pissed up. He signed for me to buckle up and I did. He slowly back out, I kept my eyes on the cabin until I couldn't see it anymore.
I had no idea where the doctor was taking me but it had to be better then in there. I sat back in my seat and bit my lip replaying what had just happened in my head. There was so much to take in. Mr. Jaids had lost it before but he'd said a bunch of crazy shit this time. It was a lot to process. I ran my hands through my hair and looked out the window trying to pay attention. I had no idea who this doctor was or if he was taking me somewhere safe. I had to stay cautious in alert should he try anything.
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