Hide All Night

by Tim Kizer

  “They were doing it on their own. I didn’t have to make them.”

  She had to keep this moron on the edge, remember?

  Heather silently rose from the chair, grabbed the stun gun, marched to the bed, switched the stun gun on, and stuck it to Daniel’s left shin.

  The gun began to crackle menacingly, a bright white spark dancing between its probes. It looked like every muscle in Daniel’s body became tense, strained, tightened. Groaning and growling, Daniel arched his back and began to convulse, his teeth gritted, his fists clenched, his toes curled. His jaws were locked, so he couldn’t utter a word, couldn’t beg her to stop.

  “It’s working,” Heather muttered. A few seconds later, she let go of the button and drew the stun gun away from Daniel’s leg.

  “What are you doing, you stupid…” Daniel didn’t finish the phrase, having apparently realized the consequences of calling Heather a name.

  “Stupid what?” Heather shifted the stun gun from her right hand to her left. “You were saying, Dan. Stupid what?”

  “It hurts. Please don’t do it again.”

  “If I asked you to stop fucking Amy, would you listen to me?”

  “Yes, sure. I don’t love her. I don’t care about her.”

  “You’re just saying it, baby. We both know it’s bullshit. You men are weak. You think with your dicks. It’s going to take a lot of work to teach you to be faithful, baby.”

  She eased into the chair, which she had rolled closer to the bed, and crossed her legs. “Did you think I forgave you, Dan? I fucked you, so you figured that I forgave you, right?”

  Daniel shook his head and said, “No. I didn’t think so.”

  “Bullshit. You’re used to getting away with everything, Dan. But this time it’s different. I’m not like everybody else. I’m not putting up with this shit.” She took a deep breath. “I will never forgive you, Dan. I will never forget what you’ve done to me.”

  “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  “Even when I tell you that I forgave you, which might happen sometime in the future, you should know that I really did not.”

  “Can I ask you a question? Who are these people? Why are they helping you?”

  “They’re my friends. I have all sort of friends, Dan. Are you surprised?”

  Heather decided to lie in order to make herself more formidable in Daniel’s eyes. This was an excellent way to motivate Daniel to remain faithful to her. She was thinking about the future, you know—the future after the big lesson. Considering that Loretta had nothing to gain by divulging to Daniel the details of her deal with Heather, one could bet Daniel was never going to find out the truth. Unless Heather told him herself, of course, which had no chance of happening.

  She yawned.

  By the way, there had to be a surveillance camera in this room, and if Loretta had forgotten to install one, Heather was going to remind her. It was just common sense: what if Daniel somehow managed to break free from one or more of those chains and took her hostage? Someone should keep an eye on this room.

  She used the stun gun on Daniel two more times later that day.

  9.

  “So how were your first two days?” Loretta asked. “Did you have fun?”

  “I sure did. Lots of fun.” Heather smiled. “But the thing is I’ve never done this before, so I don’t have a lot of good ideas. Most of what I’d thought up was kind of extreme.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like ripping his dick off and shoving it up his ass.” Heather laughed softly.

  “That’s a classic.”

  “Do you think you could get me a poisonless snake?”

  “Is Daniel scared of snakes?”

  “Who isn’t?”

  “I’ll ask around, but I don’t promise anything.”

  “Or how about rats? I could put them in a little cage and then make Dan sit on this cage so the rats would bite him on the ass. I think I saw that on Discovery Channel.”

  “I guess rats would be easier to find.”

  “Or maybe you could buy me one of those dick torture devices? You know what I’m talking about?”

  Loretta nodded. “Do you have any experience using them?”

  Heather shook her head. “No. But they look cool. I saw them on the Internet.”

  “In this case, it’s better to stay away from those. You might accidentally crush his balls, you know.”

  “Well, I guess you’re right.” Heather nodded. “I have a question: is there a camera in Daniel’s room?”

  “Yes. Does it bother you?”

  “No, not at all. Do your guys watch him at night?”

  “Yes, they do. Why are you asking?”

  “I was thinking, what if he somehow frees himself from those chains and tries to kill me with a knife or that drill.”

  Loretta chuckled. “Don’t worry, Heather. He’s monitored twenty four hours a day. And I guarantee you there’s no way he can escape the chains. Daniel’s no Houdini.”

  “Good to know.”

  Loretta patted her on the hand. “Are you still angry at Daniel?”

  “Yes. Angry as hell.”

  “Do you feel betrayed?”

  “Of course I do. I trusted him. He said he loved me. He said he couldn’t live without me.” Heather heaved a sigh. “What I hate the most is that Dan liked fucking them. That he really enjoyed it. I thought I gave him the best sex of his life. I wanted to believe that no one could replace me, that he’d never find anyone better than me. Now I see I was wrong.”

  “Seems like Daniel is very good at bullshitting.”

  “Why do you think he cheated on me?”

  “Oh, the question as old as time—why do men cheat?” Loretta cracked a smile. “A simple answer would be: Daniel’s a cunt magnet. Girls want to have sex with him, and he lets them.”

  “Is there another answer?”

  “I think Daniel cheated because he didn’t respect you. He cheated because he thought he could get away with it. Because he didn’t expect you to retaliate.”

  “Yes, I totally agree with you.”

  “And let me tell you this, Heather: you’re in an enviable position. You’ve gotten a chance to realize your desire to stick it to Daniel. The absolute majority of women can only dream of being able to punish their cheating boyfriends. Their vengeance fantasies never go beyond words, beyond wishing. They may make a scene, but men don’t give a shit about scenes, I assure you.”

  “Yes, that’s all true.” Heather nodded.

  “What do you think would make your pain go away?”

  “Maybe… You know, I really hate Christine and Amy. I wish they were dead.”

  “Killing Christine, or Amy, or any other girl Daniel has fucked isn’t going to help you, Heather. They’re not the problem. If you eliminate them, he’ll find someone else the next day. There are plenty of easy girls out there, you know. Daniel is the problem. His itch to fuck other girls is the problem. That’s what you ought to focus on, Heather.”

  “I see.” Heather nodded. “I must attack the problem at its root.”

  The root.

  A penis has a root, too.

  The image of Daniel’s pubis immediately emerged in Heather’s mind. She remembered how she would play with Daniel’s pubic hair when it grew long. She thought of the musky smell of his crotch right after a jog. She loved breathing in this odor as she sucked Daniel’s dick. She remembered drops of his semen falling down on his pubis, under which was the penis root.

  “What else could I do to him?” Heather asked.

  “Well, if you’re talking about hurting him, there are countless ways to do it. Let’s see.” Loretta drew her eyebrows together. “You’ve already given him a pretty good whipping. You’ve kicked him, bitch-slapped him. How about pouring boiling water on his body? Or pulling his fingernails?”

  “Boiling water? It’s kind of harsh, I think. It will leave burn scars, which are really gross.”

  “So you don’t want
to go too harsh on him?”

  “Um… It’s not about that. I don’t care that he’s going to be in pain. I’m glad that he is, he deserves it. I just don’t want to damage his skin… His body. His organs.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want him to remain handsome. For me. I don’t enjoy fucking a guy with ugly skin. You can call me shallow, but I bet most girls think this way.”

  “Do you still love Daniel?”

  “I don’t know. On the one hand, I hate Dan and wish him to suffer, but on the other hand, I’m planning to spend the rest of my life with him.”

  “To me, it looks like you still have feelings for him. It’s okay to be mad at your loved one sometimes. Especially, when they betray you the way Daniel did.”

  “You’re so smart.” Heather gave Loretta a grateful look. “You’re like a sister to me.”

  “I’m just trying to help.”

  After a short silence, Heather said, “I feel like something is missing. I know that physical pain is a good punishment. I know that we scared him shitless and he’ll remember this for a very long time. But I think that’s not enough. I want Dan to feel as terrible as I have. I want to hurt his mind, too. I want him to suffer mentally every minute of every hour, just like I have.”

  “You’re absolutely right. Physical pain is temporary, but mental pain can last forever. What are you planning to do?”

  Heather shrugged her shoulders. “The problem is I can’t come up with anything that would work. I was hoping you might have some advice.”

  “Advice? I’ll need to think about it. But off the top of my head, I’d say that you need to find a way to humiliate Daniel as badly as you can. Men are a proud bunch, and few things hurt them worse than taking away their dignity.”

  “Humiliate him?”

  “Do you know any of Daniel’s insecurities, any of his weak spots? That’s the key part—determining where to hit him.”

  10.

  “I don’t know what more you from me.” Heather let out a sigh. “I’m hot, I’m not dumb, I’m not clingy, I love sex. We could be so happy together. My dad has great connections; he could help you get into a top school. He could help you become someone, Dan. You must admit that your parents would never give you what my family could.”

  “Are you going to taser me today, too?” Daniel asked in a cautious tone.

  “No.”

  It was ten in the morning, and there was one important item on her agenda for today that Heather wanted to check off as soon as possible—getting another shot of Daniel’s semen into her vagina. Just in case, you know. It wouldn’t hurt to have more of his little swimmers inside her. She was planning to have sex with Daniel within an hour.

  Heather was dying to have Daniel eat her pussy, but she was afraid that he might try to bite off her clit or cause other damage with his teeth. She swirled her tongue around the head of Daniel’s throbbing dick, which was wet with precum, and asked, “Do you want me to sit on your face?”

  Daniel’s mouth was half-open, his eyes cloudy with pleasure; he was clearly enjoying the blowjob she was giving him.

  “Yeah,” he murmured.

  As the temptation had become irresistible, Heather brainstormed for a few seconds and found what she believed could serve as her insurance policy.

  “Don’t do anything stupid,” she said, turning her butt to Daniel’s face. She was panting. “I have your cock in my mouth. You don’t want me to bite it off by accident, do you?” Moaning, she slowly lowered her pussy onto Daniel’s lips and began deep-throating him. She whimpered when Daniel’s tongue pushed at her clit. She kept sucking his dick as she ground her vulva against his mouth.

  When Heather was getting close to climax, she was stung by the thought that Christina and Amy must have ridden his mouth, too—and more than once. And Daniel must have enjoyed every minute of it.

  That was probably her new reality. These thoughts of Daniel having cheated on her would float in her mind like turds in a barrel of jam.

  Heather winced, slid off Daniel’s body, and snarled, “Those bitches sat on your fucking face, too, didn’t they?” She looked at Daniel’s lips and then at his erect cock. “Did you like eating their pussies? Did you?” She made a grimace and spit in Daniel’s face. “Did they like getting fucked with your tongue? Did they moan? Did they come? Did they squirt in your mouth?” Heather slapped Daniel on the right cheek and then the left. “You fucking asshole! How could you do it! How could you fuck them!”

  “Are you going to remind me about this every five minutes?”

  “Yes. Yes, I am. And I don’t fucking care what you think.”

  “Baby, let’s make love instead of fighting. Please. I want to fuck you so bad.”

  Heather pondered the suggestion for half a minute and then said, “Okay.”

  11.

  Heather leaned back in the chair, crossed her legs, and fixed her look at Daniel. After spending a minute immersed in contemplation, she finally said, “Maybe you can help me with this, Dan.”

  Daniel turned his head to her and asked in a tired voice, “Help you with what?”

  Heather rolled her eyes. This douchebag sounded as though he’d spent the whole day toiling in a mine.

  “I’d like to know the best way to humiliate you,” she said. “What can I do to make you squirm inside, Dan? Do you have any ideas?”

  “What’s the point of all this?”

  “You haven’t paid for what you’ve done to me, baby. And I’m letting you choose your punishment. How can I crush your pride? Tell me, Dan.”

  “Haven’t you punished me enough?”

  “No. What’s happened to you so far was superficial. I want to get under your skin.” Heather paused. “I want to get into your head, Dan.”

  “Maybe that’s enough, maybe it’s time to go home? Ask those people to take off the chains, and let’s go home, Heather.”

  “No, we’re not done yet. I still have a couple of ideas I’d like to try.”

  “Are you going to kill me?”

  “Maybe I should rip your balls, after all. Maybe I should cut your cock off. Would that be lesson enough for you, Dan? This way you’ll never cheat on me, right? You won’t be able to fuck those whores because you’ll have no dick.”

  Humiliate him. She had to humiliate this jerk.

  Loretta had just delivered a couple of things that were going to help Heather achieve this goal. She could hardly wait to get to work.

  “I’ve told you a hundred times, baby, I’m sorry for my bad behavior. I’m a pig, I deserve everything you’ve done to me. Now, please, let’s go home.”

  “You’re not sorry, Dan. Don’t bullshit me, please. You’re not really sorry for cheating on me. You’re not sorry for fucking those bitches. You’re upset that you got caught, that’s all.”

  Heather went to her room and brought the bag containing the items Loretta had purchased for her in town.

  “Here’s one of my ideas,” she announced, waving the bag in front of Daniel. Then she turned the bag upside down, letting a tube of K-Y Jelly and a ten-inch plastic dildo drop on the bed, between Daniel’s legs.

  “Is it a fucking dildo?” Daniel asked in a surprised tone.

  “Correctamundo, baby. You wouldn’t mind a little ass play, would you?”

  Heather opened the tube and squeezed out a thick line of lubricant on the dildo. “You see, baby, I care about your butt,” she said. “Without lube, this thing would hurt like hell. You can’t imagine how painful it would be.”

  Heather realized that her remark sounded sarcastic, but she meant to be serious: she didn’t have to lubricate the dildo, you know, and the fact that she did was significant. This fact was eloquent.

  She put the tube down on the bed and began spreading the lube over the dildo.

  “What are you going to do with it?” Daniel asked in a cautious voice.

  “I think you already know that.” Heather laid the dildo on the bed and picked up the tube with K-Y J
elly. “Now relax your ass. I want to put some lube in your asshole, too.”

  “Come on, Heather. This is silly.”

  “I want to try it. Are you afraid that you might like having a dildo up your ass?”

  “Jesus Christmas.” Daniel heaved a sigh and lifted his thighs as high as he could. “Are you happy now?”

  “Yes, that’s more like it. The less you resist, the less it will hurt, you’ve finally figured that out.”

  Heather spent half a minute coating Daniel’s butthole with lube. Sticking her fingers into her boyfriend’s ass was a new experience, and she couldn’t decide whether she was enjoying it or not. She wondered how many fingers Daniels could take at once. Could he take the whole fist? Heather had heard of fisting—that was when a fist was inserted into the rectum or vagina—but suspected it was some kind of urban myth.

  “Well, let’s get to business.” Heather grabbed the dildo and climbed between Daniel’s legs. She liked the stunned expression on Daniel’s face. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his eyes glued to the dildo. “Don’t clench your asshole, baby. It will only make things worse, trust me.”

  “Just do it already.” Daniel bit his lower lip.

  “Okay.” Spreading Daniel’s buttocks with the fingers of her left hand, Heather started to slowly push the dildo into his anus. “Relax, baby, you’ll thank me later.”

  “How much is left?” Daniel groaned, wincing in pain. “Are you going to shove the whole thing in?”

  “It’s only two inches in, Dan. Don’t be a pussy. And yes, the whole thing.”

  When half the dildo was inside Daniel’s rectum, Heather pulled a digital camera out of her shorts pocket and pressed the camcorder record button.

  “What are you doing?” Daniel asked in a worried tone. “Are you filming this? Who are you going to show it to?”

  “Nobody. That’s for my personal enjoyment, okay?” She zoomed in on the dildo and continued inserting it into Daniel’s anus. Once the last inch of the dildo’s shaft disappeared inside Daniel, Heather aimed the camera at Daniel’s face. “Are you having a good time?”