by Amber Heart
She felt nauseous and noticed a dull ache at the base of her neck. She reached back to touch the spot with her right middle finger, then turned her head. The sky was an intense blue. She sensed that it was an early hour, but the sun was already beating down. Shelby leaned the weight of her body, against her left elbow, and hunched her body to the right, using the force to bring herself into a sitting position. People were walking to and from various shops in the distance. They did not seem to notice her. She remained sitting on the grass that morning until the sun was almost directly above her.
Once to her feet, the panic began to set in. She couldn't remember how she had come to be in this place. She recognized it to be a field that the local children used to play football and remembered watching them from the window of a taxi at some point during her first few days in Ibiza. She recognized the shops in the distance. She was on the main road, and the cheap hotel that she had been calling home, was not a far walk.
Shelby decided to walk the field instead of approaching the main road into town. The field took her most of the way, and when she reached the goal line, she noticed a hole cut in the chain-link fence. Shelby ducked through the hole, catching the light colored cardigan on the jagged galvanized steel. She heard the sweater tear and jerked her head to the left as her eyes involuntarily squeezed themselves shut again. She remembered a tearing sound, from the night before.
Shelby felt tears begin to build, and they formed together with the remnants of her eye makeup and left black, vertical strokes down either cheek as they fell. She felt a hand grabbing her upper left arm. It was a strong grasp. It felt safe, secure. Her body gave in to this exotic touch and felt two arms cradle it safely as it fainted towards the ground.
Shelby awoke again to the sound of running water. She was back in her hotel room, now completely naked, but covered by the thin sheet that was provided. She looked around to see that nothing in her room had been disturbed, then turned her head to her left, to look towards the bathroom door.
It was evening now, and the room was dimly lit. The bright light of the bathroom created a silhouette of a man in the doorway. He was a man that Shelby did not recognize or know, but she did not feel threatened. The man walked towards her, slowly, and she began to make him out.
He was tall, perhaps about 6'1". His shoulders were broad, but he was skinny. He wore khaki colored shorts that reached just below his knees, and a long golf style t-shirt with a collar. It was white, with thick red stripes accented with subtle black stripes. He was barefoot, and Shelby noticed that his left pinky toe extended outward from his foot in a way that was unnatural but did not seem bothersome.
His jaw line was distinguished, and he had a small cleft in his chin when he frowned, as he were doing now. His eyebrows stood out as characteristically intelligent in the way they moved, seemingly telling his every thought. His skin was tanned, and his eyes were dark in color, like the empty wallet that Shelby had left behind in that field earlier.
He was standing now, directly to her left, as she lay naked in the bed. "How are you feeling?", he asked.
Shelby smiled thankfully and looked deep into his eyes. He had saved her. She had woken up half naked on a Spanish football field, and this man saved her. She reached her hands up, towards him, and he began to bend down. He took her again in his arms, with the sheet in place over top of her body. He turned, and started walking towards the sound of the running water.
Once in the bathroom, he set Shelby down onto her feet. "You can call me Walker.", he stated, then turned for the door. "You're Shelby.", He added, as he placed his hand on the door knob, and pulled it toward him. Shelby watched as her view of Walker became more and more narrow until the door was completely closed. She turned to look in the mirror.
It was only a few days earlier that Shelby had stood in front of that same mirror, touching her newly dominated body with the vibrating toy that her businessman had gifted her. Now, she looked into the same mirror, to see the repercussions of the night before.
Her knees were scraped, with dirt rubbed into them so hard that she knew there was no point trying to scrub it off yet. Just above, her inner thighs were red and swollen, with a hint of purple beginning to show. Her clit was swollen, too, and sore. There were a few hand prints on her buttocks, and finger marks on her neck. She wondered who had done this to her. The last man she remembered being with was her businessman, and he would not have done this to her, nor would he have allowed somebody else to. Shelby closed her eyes. She did not want to try to remember yet. Shelby brought herself over to the bathtub and turned the faucet off. She felt that Walker had run the water too hot, but she continued to lower her body in, slowly. Perhaps the heat would sanitize her filth. She held her vagina as she lowered herself in, then slowly released it as it began to get used to the temperature.
She slouched down, allowing her body to immerse itself in the water fully. She watched as her skin turned pink, then watched as it slowly turned back to its original color as the water cooled.
She did not wash but instead laid in the water as it continually cooled.
Shelby's eyes opened wide, abruptly, as she heard a loud knock on the door. It was Walker. She must have fallen asleep.
Once out of the bath, Shelby used a fresh towel to dry herself. She looked again in the mirror. The dirt and marks now looked less severe. She dressed in soft, clean lounge pants, and a loose t-shirt that Walker had left on the toilet seat for her. She looked at her face in the mirror, as she headed toward the bathroom door. Her mascara had been washed away clean, just as her memory temporarily had. She turned the light out and headed to the bed, where Walker was laying.
Shelby crawled under the sheet and fell asleep. That night, Shelby dreamed about her boyfriend and the banality of their lovemaking. Her subconscious craved a touch that did not bring pain with pleasure, but Shelby's addiction was growing by the minute, overshadowing her mind's logical thought...
The smell of a grease fryer was noticeable, creating a stench of smoking canola oil mixed with burnt breadcrumbs. This memory was one that always had stayed in the back of Shelby's mind – her first time with her boyfriend before she was his. He pulled her closer and told her that she smelled like a goddess. As he stood behind her, he rested one hand gently on top of her pelvis, and his hand placed
firmly on her right breast. With pressure around, but not on the nipple, he pushed gently on the flesh of her breast with his left hand, towards her right side, while sliding his right hand into her tight, black leggings, and gently down over her clitoris.
She let out a silent shiver.
He pulled her even tighter towards him, her backside beginning to create drops of passionate sweat against his bare hand. His throbbing member nestled between her butt cheeks and grew bigger with anticipation as he stared intensely into her eyes, questioning her with assurance.
As they began to grind, his fingers plunged in and out of her pussy and briefly grazed up and down against her clit. Shelby's heart rate was racing. She blindly reached behind herself and grabbed his pulsing cock with her right hand. With a tight grip, Shelby began to move her hand up and down the shaft. They were both breathing heavy now, as her soon-to-be boyfriend frantically began to pull at her tight fitting leggings, exposing the black g-string thong that she was wearing underneath. Spitting in one hand, and using the other to reveal his hard length, he released it from her grip and bent her over one of the cold, stainless steel work tables.
Shelby let out a moan as the cold steel pushed against her stomach, and her nipples turned hard against the surface. She felt goosebumps come over her entire body. He began to gently slap her ass cheeks with the tip of his cock, with each touch bringing himself closer and closer to her hole. She raised her hips to meet him, but he was satisfied teasing her, for now. His left arm reached upwards and settled its grip on Shelby's hair, which was longer back then. With muscles tightened and bulging on both arms, he placed his right hand on her ass cheek, gently. His palm rested jus
t above the crack of her cheeks, and his thumb traveled down the length of Shelby's crack and set hold just above her hole. He began to push and rub gently on her tail bone, and touched his tip against her to feel her warm wetness. His dick slid effortlessly and forcefully into Shelby's dripping wet cunt.
She assured herself that the restaurant was empty, and nobody would hear her before she allowed herself to let out a pleasureful yelp. He pumped into her, hard and fast as if he were angry about something. "You like it hard, don't you whore?", He asked. This incident was her first taste of sexual abuse, and she found pleasure in it. She was shy then, so repeatedly replied with some noises of approval as he fucked her. His pace stayed rapid but smoothed to a steady plunging as sweat began to build on both their heated bodies. The restaurant's neon lights flickered outside the window, creating colorful streaks of light on top of the sweat on her back. He had had her hair in his grip and began to slowly release his hold, as he pulled his dripping wet cock out from the inside of her.
Gripping her shoulder, he turned her around and lifted her onto the stainless steel surface, which was now warmer than at first. It was exciting, watching the pedestrians pass by outside, oblivious to their after hour activities. The adrenaline in Shelby's sensitive body was rising, as she took her right hand, and squeezed his buttocks. Using her free hand, she grabbed his cock and directed it inside of her again. She noticed the colored lights dancing on his sweat and chest hair as well. His piercing eyes looked deep into hers, and he slid himself into her again. She released complete faith to him, as he wrapped his left arm around her lower back, grinding his hips into her. Her knees raised, and she was fully open to him now. She leaned back with her elbows and supported her body on the stainless steel. Her ab muscles tightened, and her large breasts fell freely to each side and bounced upwards with every thrust.
After reaching his climax, Shelby's future boyfriend kept his cock inside of her, slowly grinding his hips from side to side in a circular motions, grazing her G-spot gently until her clit began to pulse with her excitement. The head of his penis was gyrating the walls of her tight pussy. She loved this feeling, of being one with him. Shelby tilted her head way back, the end of her long hair falling onto the stainless steel. She let out a final, satisfied moan, then began to look around for something to clean the table with before their colleagues arrived for work the following day.
Shelby awoke from her dream, to find Walker still in the hotel bed with her. He was laying on his right side, facing away from her. She could see his back muscles protruding, lightly covered by the jersey material of his tee shirt. She began to study his back side – the back of his neck, the hairline behind his ears. She saw an outline of a tattoo underneath his shirt's light color and wondered what a man like Walker would have permanently put on his body. She squinted her eyes, to try to make it out, but couldn't confirm to herself what the picture was.
Shelby rolled onto her back and stretched her arms above her. She looked at her wrists and the marks from where she had been tied up two nights before. She ran her right fingers over the marks on her left wrist, taking satisfaction from the raw pain she felt. She pinched the area, and let out a sigh of relief as the felt increased pain come over her body.
Walker had been awake for many hours, laying silently beside Shelby, ensuring her safety, there to serve her needs. He rolled onto his back as well, then turned his head left to look at her.
“How are you feeling?", He asked her. Shelby allowed herself a tiny smile, which assured him that she was OK. She looked into his eyes and could not help but become excited by the thought of him fucking her. Shelby wondered if her body could take any more of this sexual abuse that Shelby now craved. She wondered if he would be gentle. They turned towards each other, Shelby on her right side and Walker on his left.
Shelby wondered who this man was, how he came to know her name and the hotel at which she was staying. She knew that Ibiza was not a large island, but assured herself that is was not that small.
She closed her eyes tight to avoid Walker's stare. Flashes of the businessman taking his violent way with her two nights before began to fill her head. She was consumed by guilt and shame, as she remembered the girl that she used to be not long ago before she came here to Ibiza. She wondered who she would be in the future, with her days in Ibiza faded to memory. She had come to Ibiza to experience freedom as a woman and a sexual being, and could not decide if her goal had yet been accomplished, or if this was even what she had initially set out to do. She thought about the businessman and the first time that he fucked her on the airplane before taking off. She thought about the progression of their sexual relationship over the short few days that they had seen each other. She thought about the anger and violence that she had seen in the businessman the last night they were together. She wondered if she should tell Walker. Shelby opened her eyes finally to meet his, but the sight of him was slightly blurred by her tears. Walker knew what she wanted to ask him. They were the same questions that all the girls asked after he safely returned them home from their evening spent in the businessman's villa. He could tell that Shelby was ashamed of herself, and felt that although she had been the first to resist inquiring, she should know the truth.
Walker took a short, and sharp breath in, catching Shelby's attention. He began to speak.
“He is my half brother.", Walker said, and painful memories began to well in his eyes. Shelby knew he was talking about her previous lover, her powerful and sadistic businessman. "I've seen him hurt people worse than you.", Walker’s voice trailed off, then turned silent, as he lifted his right hand, and began to gently stroke the marks on Shelby's neck. Shelby listened to him as he continued.
“The first time, we were only 23 years old. We had just moved here from Texas with our father, who had invested in one of the erotic clubs here in Ibiza. He was always the wilder of the two of us.
In our first week here, our father was very busy arranging to meet with his new investors and business partners. He gave us each a cash allowance of ten thousand dollars and advised us to make it last throughout the next several weeks, as we would not be seeing him often.
The move had happened more than twenty years ago. The nightlife here in Ibiza was beginning to boom, and everyone seemed to be so unchained, and high - perhaps on life, but likely on the drugs that were -and still are - easily found, here on the island.
We were born to different mothers, both in Texas and in the same year. Our parents did not know about each other as our father lived two separate lives for the first two decades. He stayed married to my mother until I was 19, at which time he began to take an interest in the entertainment and hospitality business here in Europe. He never lived with my half brother, or his mother, as far as I knew, and I remember overhearing that they had a "different" kind of relationship.
His mother was a high-class sex worker in Dallas, and she was a popular and classy choice among wealthy business people and investors. She had a manager who my father had rescued her from upon discovering that she was pregnant. After she had given birth to my half brother, she had a more difficult time making money, and was always struggling without the financial support of my father.
We met just before both moving with my father. My half brother's mother was never to be seen again and my Mother stayed away from us, but my father’s mistress came to help us settle, and keep an eye on this new investment that was intended to secure her for life.
My father’s mistress was my half brother’s first lover. I remember seeing the lust in their eyes, as they constantly looked at each other, past my father and I. That villa originally belonged to her – my father had bought it for her as a vacation home, years before.
I remember all those years ago, walking into the villa, to hear her muffled groans upstairs. I thought that she was being attacked by a strange intruder, and raced up the stairs to her rescue. I was horrified to find her tied to the brass rails of her King sized bed, her face scratched, and red where he had con
tinually backhanded her to the point of submission. Her legs were spread almost to the point of dislocation, and also tied up, where her hands were. I remember watching her dig her long fingernails into her palm, leaving deep imprints. I remember watching him threaten to dig the point of the knife into her right side, telling her to shut her fucking mouth, mocking her by pretending to stab her. From what I could see, she loved this. Why would she love this abuse?
I watched my half brother fuck my father’s mistress as she grabbed her ankles above her head. I watched him go down, and rub his blade in a downwards motion on her clit, and I watched her spray with pleasure, as he tongue fucked her, continually keeping the tip of the blade at her side as a reminder of his dominance.
I guess he got carried away and scared her because she began to panic. Her panic, however, seemed to excite him more, and he tightened her restraints as she struggled to break free from him. She started to call out for my father, but he was away at a meeting.
I burst into the room to save her and caught them both by surprise. The atmosphere immediately changed.
My half brother turned and stared at me “Relax, we’re role playing!”
I stood there dumbfounded. “I… I… It looked so real. I’m sorry, I’ll go.”
My father’s mistress shouted out as I left “We even had a safe word… don’t tell your Father.”
As I left, I couldn’t help myself. I had to carry on and see how far they both went.
I watched him force himself in and out of her while she consciously cried in pain. I watched him take his cock from her and put the tip to her asshole before he turned to look at me with a smile.
He knew that I was watching and he didn’t care. I saw his dominance and his sadistic nature. His play toy looked in the same direction with wide eyes. She looked like she was scared and full of adrenaline.
He walked over to me and grabbed the back of my head by my hair. He was stronger than me, more powerful, willing to go further. He didn't say anything – but a silent agreement had been made.