by West, Sinden
Sometimes, I would hover over his face and make him eat me out. It was never that good though. Only when I closed my eyes and pretended that it was Aaron beneath me and at my mercy, did I manage to let go and cum.
I was with Ewen for a good month when I saw the sign. The name made instant memories flash across my mind — Finn, Mara, Torrance, Mom and Todd. Most of those memories were good though. That place was the first time that I had ever really been normal and a pang of homesickness hit me and I felt my eyes water with tears.
However, that wasn’t where we were going. We turned off onto a different road that would take us further and further away.
That night I screwed Ewen normally. I rode him and kissed his sweaty neck, clutching onto him like he was someone special, someone who cared for me and who I loved right back. Yet he struggled to come like that, it wasn’t until I grabbed his balls and called him a pathetic fat pig that he managed to cum, an unimpressive load squirted out onto my fingers. I made him lick them clean and felt like crying.
One morning, on a rare occasion that we had actually stayed in a motel, I felt the blankets slowly being pulled from me, exposing my naked body to the chill. I cracked open my eyes groggily to find Ewen hovering above me with a camera.
“What are you doing?” I snapped, reaching for the blanket to cover myself. He lowered the camera.
“You look so pretty, I just wanted to send something to my bitch of an ex-wife to show her the hot thing that I had in my bed,” he whined.
I screwed up my face in disgust. “You’re pathetic, you know that? No wonder she left your fat ass. You’re disgusting. Who could ever want something like you?” He was nodding with gusto at my abuse and I saw his little penis start to harden. Then I had an idea and grabbed the camera from him. “You and I, you disgusting pig, are going to make a little movie.”
I dressed first in protective jeans and a black turtle neck. I wanted as little of my flesh exposed as possible. I was not the object in this film. I bound the naked Ewen to the bed. He lay on his stomach with his hands and feet tied to the head and foot of the bed so his white bottom was on display. I shoved a pair of panties in his mouth as well and he gurgled and drooled around them. Once my instruments were laid out beside me, I mounted the camera on a stand, and pressed record.
Once I sat back down beside the squirming Ewen, I began to speak to the camera.
“Hi, Aaron,” I said brightly. “How are you? How’s your body? Can you walk yet? Can you take a piss without assistance, or maybe you’re dead. Either way, this is going to be therapeutic for me.” I gave Ewen a slap on his bare thigh and he squirmed and grunted through the gag. He had been tied up for well over an hour at this stage and his arms and legs must have been numb. “This is Ewen.” I reached between his legs and began to fondle his balls. “I’m going to pretend Ewen is you. I know, I know, it’s a stretch of the imagination, he’s such a fine specimen.” I squeezed his balls harder and he groaned, right on the edge of pleasure becoming pain. “Isn’t he pretty?” I cooed to the camera, “and so receptive.” I released his balls and reached for the crop that I had made him buy.
“You know what, Aaron, your back is so scarred up that I would love to make your ass match.” And with that I brought the crop viciously down on Ewen’s ass. He cried out against the gag and I laughed and brought it down again and again until his bottom was a striped and bloody mess. Ewen cried openly, and he may have begged for mercy, but I didn’t listen, or care. I smiled brightly at the camera once more. “You know what, Aaron? If it were you, I’d use a proper whip and take the flesh from your body.” I raised the tip of the crop to my mouth and licked at the blood on it. “Goodnight, Aaron.” I winked at the camera before turning it off.
Ewen’s sobs were silent now and his fat jiggled as I released him. I had expected him to be a little angry, but his dick was hard and he begged to go down on me. I rolled my eyes at him in disgust as I removed the memory card from the camera and dropped it into an envelope that bore Aaron’s name and the address of his home by the sea. I posted it just before we left, with Ewen moaning about how sore his ass was when he sat behind the wheel of his truck.
In the next film we made, Ewen was forced to bend over with his pants around his ankles while I pushed a dildo in and out of his ass. “I’d love to do this to you, Aaron,” I told the camera. “I would love to ram this so hard up your ass that you bleed and beg for mercy. This is what your pig of an uncle did to me, ripping me until I bled.” Ewen came like that, which made me frown in disappointment and not let him cum again for a week. Again I posted the memory card to Aaron. What was this achieving? It made me feel good. I liked hurting people, and I liked Aaron knowing that I could hurt just as he could and that I could be sadistic as well.
But I was growing tired of Ewen. He served my purpose, paying my way and giving me whatever I wanted. I made him pull over at a motel for the night. I had no desire to sleep squashed up next to him in the truck again. Plus, there was a sleazy bar across the road, and I wanted to get drunk. I didn’t let him come with me. I told him to take off his clothes and be waiting naked in bed for me, which he did eagerly.
The bar was quiet because it was still early, and I sat at the bar and ordered a beer. There was no question of asking me for identification; it wasn’t that kind of place. I looked around me as the cold bottle was pushed over to me and I slid the money back in return. A few old men with long grey hair played pool in the corner, and a red haired woman sat at a table by herself.
At first I thought that she was Azalea, but her hair wasn’t as pretty in the dark of the bar and her skin was lined like she had smoked and drank much over the course of her life. How old was she? Anywhere between thirty to forty five probably, it was hard to tell. Grabbing my beer, I slid off my bar stool and walked over to her.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked, feeling like a sleazy man. She slowly raised her eyes to me. They were dull with little life in them and surrounded by dark circles. She was definitely no exquisite Azalea, but from behind maybe…
She picked up her empty beer bottle and waved it at me. “Only if you’re buying.” Her voice was low and gravelly.
I gave her a tight smile. “Sure.” I turned and motioned to the bartender before taking a seat beside her. She wore a low top that revealed creased skin and too much of the tops of her breasts that weren’t fettered by a bra. They had lost all tone and sat hanging like flapjacks underneath her top. I drew my eyes away from them and resisted the urge to cross my arms protectively over my own beautiful breasts.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
“Ann.”
Definitely nothing like Azalea then. No exotic name or beauty, luck or success. I tried not to feel sorry for her, for the wretchedness that came from her in waves. It was when I had bought her a second drink that I approached the subject.
I leaned in close. “How would you like to earn some money?” I asked her in a low voice, feeling like a snake.
She didn’t look surprised. She knew that I wasn’t there just to be friendly. “What would I have to do?”
I tried to make my face pleasant and warm, but I think that I had forgotten how. “Just to help me make a little movie. You’d be naked but no one would see your face—”
Ann made a slight snort. “You think I care about that? I don’t. Just talk money.”
I stopped my attempt at friendliness and became business like. There was little negotiation; she was, after all, desperate.
One more drink and she was walking with me to the motel, unsteady on her spindly, worn heels. When I opened the door, Ewen was snoring in the bed. I took off my shoe and threw it at his head. He awoke, wide-eyed and panicking.
“Get up and get dressed,” I told him. “We’ve got a film to make.”
Ann watched him coolly as he raised his naked bulk from the bed to start setting up the camera. Nothing seemed to disgust her. She let her bag drop to the floor before she let the straps of her dress slide f
rom her shoulders to reveal fallen breasts, visible ribs and bony hips. She wore no underwear, as if she knew what a waste of time it would be to wear panties when they would only come off anyway. It saved them being ripped by careless drunks, or a sadistic, uncaring girl.
She kicked the dress aside and turned to me. “Where do you want me?” She’d left her heels on, and the lift they gave her made her legs look toned. Her ass, surprisingly, was firm.
I sat on the bed and patted my lap. “Right here. I want your back to the camera.”
She sauntered over to me, her heels making her hips sway. She looked nearly bored, as if this were something that she did every day. If she were humiliated by laying herself naked over the lap of someone so much younger than herself, she didn’t let it show. She draped herself over me, face down and ready for the taking.
“Start the camera,” I ordered Ewen. His little penis was standing up straight already. I plastered a bright smile on my face. “Hi, Aaron. How are you? I’ve got a surprise for you this time. I found a lookalike for that Azalea bitch and thought that I could role play what I might do to her if I ever find out that you actually care for her.” I grabbed a handful of the hateful red hair and yanked Ann’s head up, but not so much that her face was visible. My grip should have felt like fire on her scalp, but she uttered no sound, and that bugged me. I released her hair. “Do you want to see her cry, Aaron? I’ll do my best.” I raked my nails across one cheek of her bare buttock. The five streaks began to bleed and she hadn’t even flinched. “She’s tough this one. I’ll have to—”
I stopped abruptly. I had again drawn my nails across her other butt cheek and again blood appeared as five punishing lines. But there was no sign from her. No hiss, no cry, not even a flinch. She just lay there like some pathetic doll with no choices of her own. She was a plaything who didn’t even allow herself the luxury of a cry to outsource her feelings of pain. She was a toy, a fucking wind-up toy.
Just like me.
I let out a laugh but it was more like a sob as I looked at the camera again. “You know what. I’m hurting the wrong person. Mom, I’m going to send you a copy of this as well. Although I should really find a blonde to pretend she’s you. I’ll manipulate her into thinking she loves me, and then I’ll have every single boyfriend fuck her in the most awful of ways. And every time the little whore complains, I’ll kiss her and tell her that I love her and that I’m doing this for us.” Tears were shining in my eyes and my voice was beginning to crack. “But even then, you probably wouldn’t get it. You would never understand exactly what it did to me, what a horrible, horrible person I’ve become. I hope Todd hangs himself above your bed one day, Mother. I hope you get it then.” I wiped at the tear that began to trickle down my cheek. “Goodbye, Aaron. You won’t hear from me again. I think my anger at you is slightly…misplaced, but only slightly.”
I gestured to Ewen to turn off the camera and told Ann to get up and get dressed. She did, automatic and emotionless. “Do I still get paid?” she asked me.
“Sure,” I muttered. “Have a drink. Help yourself.” I grabbed one of Ewen’s beers and settled in a chair in the corner.
“You want me to make another copy of this?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I took a long drink of my beer. All I wanted was to get very, very drunk.
Ewen and Ann began drinking as well. With more alcohol in her system, Ann began to warm up to Ewen. She offered to give him a massage, even helping him remove his shirt so he lay topless on the bed. At some stage, she removed her clothes again as well. She straddled his back and began to knead her hands into his shoulders in slow movements which made him groan in pleasure. She smiled and began to work her magic down his back, kneading and pulling at his flesh and whatever muscle she could find underneath it. Her hanging breasts flapped back and forth as she moved, and she closed her eyes almost as if giving him this pleasure caused something akin to joy in herself. Maybe giving massages was the one thing that she was good at and could take pride in.
As she treated his body like it was something to be coveted and treated with care, she began to tell him a story. She told him about a place in her childhood, a stream at the back of her grandparent’s property where they used to catch trout. Her voice changed from gravelly to a lighter tone as she described baiting hooks and waiting for hours in the peace and quiet for a fish to take her bait. It was almost sing song how she spoke, like she was telling a fairy tale story and Ewen listened intently. I knew what she was doing. She was reminding him that she was a human and not just a body with magical hands. There was something inside her that went beyond the alcohol addicted body and whoring lifestyle.
At some stage, as I continued to drink and watch them, she turned him over to face her and began to kiss his neck seductively while he stroked gently at her body. Side by side, they lay together, touching one another and exploring their less than perfect forms. They spoke softly to one another, confiding stories and sharing thoughts.
For some reason I felt tears prick at my eyes. There was something sweet and beautiful in how these two lost souls could share and find pleasure in each other. I squeezed my eyes closed so nothing would escape from me, and that’s how I remained until I passed out.
Chapter Eighteen
I woke in the early hours of the morning when somewhere a bird chirped. Ewen and Ann were curled together asleep, naked and in each other’s arms. A troll and a pathetic waif. They suited each other.
I stood up and began to get the stuff that I had acquired on Ewen’s dollar together in my bag. The last thing I grabbed were the two memory cards, slipping them into envelopes and addressing them. I would send them on the way, before I lost my nerve. Before I left, I looked again at the bed where Ewen and Ann slept and a pang of jealousy went through me. Quietly, I closed the door behind me, careful not to wake the sleeping couple.
It was easy to get a ride. A guy that looked kind of like Aaron, but not as good looking, picked me up. He had a hard body, and I used him for a few nights, telling him that my name was Hannah. He wasn’t that satisfying though and it wasn’t long before I moved on, using my mother’s tricks to secure man after man for whatever amount of time I could stomach them for.
Finally, after several months of drifting, I went home.
I took a breath and knocked on the door, preparing myself to see her. Heavy footsteps came down the hall before the door cracked open. It was opened by an unshaven Todd wearing a wife beater shirt and baggy jeans and holding a beer bottle. So he was still on the scene, she must really be in love.
He quirked an eyebrow at the sight of me, frowning slightly. “What are you doing here?”
“Is my mother home?”
He let out a bitter laugh. “She ain’t been home for a while, not for months.”
“She left you?” I shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Guess so,” he took a drink of beer then turned and walked down the hallway, leaving the door ajar in what I guessed was an invitation to enter. I closed it softly behind me as I stepped inside. The house was a mess, with pizza boxes and bottles strewn about the place. I followed him to the kitchen in which dirty dishes were piled in the sink. He kicked out a chair, sitting down and stretching out his legs. “Get me another beer?”
I paused for a moment, then held my breath as I opened the fridge, pulling out two bottles before quickly closing it to block out the scent of the soiled food that lay within.
I opened the beer and passed it to him before opening my own. “Where is she?” I asked before I took a drink of my beer. At least it was cold.
“She took off with her boss.”
I nearly choked. “From the car dealership? That creep?”
He grunted. “Yeah, she used to come home every day and bitch about him, and then one day she just ups and leaves with him. Turns out he ripped off all of his business partners and left with a fucking fortune. Cops are after him, but there’s been no sign of them yet.”
That explained it; my mothe
r was attracted to money like a magnet to metal. “They won’t, my mom knows how to cover tracks and she’s got connections.”
He didn’t look surprised, merely letting out a whistle. “She’s clever, that’s for sure.”
“She’s a heinous bitch, that’s what she is. You’re a fool for falling in love with her,” I told him matter-of-factly before taking a drink of my beer.
He gave a sigh. “I know. What are you doing back here, anyway?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.” And that was the truth, I didn’t know what I was searching for, whatever it was, it wasn’t here.
“You wanna crash here?” he asked, draining his beer before getting up and grabbing another out of the fridge.
“Yeah.”
I stayed up with him drinking. He ordered a pizza that he added to the pile of empty boxes once we were done. Finally, he stretched and yawned, getting to his feet. He nodded down the hall. “I’m hitting the hay. You wanna…”
I shook my head and screwed up my face at him. “I never even found you attractive. I was just doing it to piss her off.”
He gave a nod, like he understood, before drunkenly stumbling down the hallway. I sat in the dark for a while, my own head swimming from all the beer before I retreated to my old bedroom. I had thought that she would have sold all of my things, but it looked like nothing had been touched since my departure so long ago.
Todd managed to get up the next morning, he looked rough as he rubbed a hand over his face and peered out the blinds.
“Hey, they’re gone.”
“Who?”
He let the blinds go. “The last month there’s been someone sitting in a car watching the house. The guy changes all the time, so I figure it’s the authorities looking for your Mom, waiting for her to show up so they can click the handcuffs on her.”
