Solitude of Suffering
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Mark G Melvin
Twizted Yarnz
Las Vegas Nevada
ã 2010 by Mark G Melvin
All rights reserved.
All characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,living or dead, is coincidental.
Twizted Yarnz Publishing
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United States of America
Dedication
This book is dedicated PG/to my family.
Acknowledgments
Thank you to my wife and children for there ongoing support of what I love to do.
"Markus,Markus, come here?" She asked as she took in deep breaths of air.
"Do not be afraid I only wish to converse with you." I slowly began to step forward toward her. My feet splashed in the small puddles of water, on the half cement and half earthen floor. The only light in the basement was from the rear door, which lied directly behind her. There was absolutely no other way out, but through her. She could see the uneasiness in my body language.
"That's right come here child, come here?" The very site of her repulsed my core, yet something deep,deep, inside of me needed her acceptance, and maybe... even her...love.
With each step, I became that much closer to being within her clutches. She forced a calmness, to her appearance, but that was no calmness, only carefully subsided hidden rage.
"I need you to come into the house upstairs and assist me. Won't that be nice?"
"Yes ma'am." When I reached her, she turned about, and walked toward the door. She stood outside of the entrance. I thought she intended to lock me in for a longer amount of time. Her hand motioned me out into the sun.
Stepping out of the cold muddy rat infested basement into the sun felt invigorating, and warmed my bones. The sun glared into my eyes, they could not adjust even to the house lighting, was almost unbearable. It was a relief to not be bitten by the rats all night.
"Follow me Markus." I knew what was coming, and I also if I did not, the basement would be my dwelling much sooner than I had expected.
Into the house deceivingly cheery and brightly lit. The walls were covered in pinks, lilacs, lavender, and spicy plums, with sky blues, in areas for certain types of guest. The rest of the house was dark, dismal, dreary, and black. Everything was in meticulous order, and not one spec of dust anywhere. A violin sat on the coffee table.
"Upstairs please?" We entered the bedroom. She stood at the entrance of the doorway waiting for me to walk in. She then closed the door. All three dead bolts were locked, along with the 4 sliding chains, and a two by four reenforcement slid across the width of the door. The windows upstairs were barred as downstairs, there was no escape.
"Stand by the bed." She said calmly yet in a firm demanding instructional tone. I could feel each step of her four inch heels thump the floor inside of the hot stuffy
room. Then, she turned her back to me only inches away from my person.
"Unzip my dress."
"Yes."
"Yes ma'am!"
"Now unlatch my bra."
"Yes ma'am."
"Now be silent and obey all of my commands."
"Slip off my dress. Take off my panties. Pull them all the way off. Now command me onto the bed."
"Get onto the bed." I said wearily,being obviously difficult.
"Now, I know that you can say it better than that!"
"Get onto the bed!"
"Bitch!"
"That's right call me bitch."
"Bitch get onto your knees, on all fours, bend over bitch!"
"Yes daddy whatever you say." She began to moan, placing her fingers inside of her woman hole, and then placing them into her very own mouth.
"Come here Markus? Taste. Taste of me. Do you like it? I shook my head in agreement.
"Come to me ,to the edge of the bed? Now stand behind me. Do you like my ass? I shook my head yes again in agreement.Never ever question my authority over you. You are mine I own you. You are my slave, and do whatsoever I command. Now that you have come forth from the darkness of the basement, you are to address me as Mistress. Look at my ass,stare at it, fantasize of it." She moved it back and forth in a swaying motion, from side to side. An eerie silence filled the room the hot and muggy room. My body was uncomfortably close to hers. That is when she said it. She said the dreaded ritual.
"Markus?"
"Yes Mistress."
"I want you to kiss my ass. Kiss it all over. Lick the crack.
Spread me open slow and place your tongue inside of me. Suck my pussy.
"Yes Mistress." She winced with pleasure as I sighed in defeat. Before long it was over. She released me from the temporary prison, only after I scrubbed her body. We then drove in the car to Dairy Queen. She purchased me the normal ice cream Sundae. After buying the sundae we sat in the car, it was very very hot.
"Markus, I hope that your schoolwork is done. I do not want to hear that awful teacher of yours contacting me of any foul behavior, or any missing assignments."
"Missing assignments, really?"
"Ah, ah, ah, no talk back now, shush your mouth! You do not want me to-."
"O.k! o.k! I'll be good! I'll be good! Whatever you say! Just don't do that to me please?! Please?!"
"That is more like it. O.k. I promise I will not do that to you. She said pointing her finger in my direction.
"If you play your part maybe you will be nominated." She placed black lipstick onto her lips in the mirror. I guess I had never really look looked at her before, but she was not that bad looking. Her bright blue eyes, dark black hair those forty-four triple e breast, and that parachute out a window and survive bra that held them up. The make up that she wore was perfect pale white, black eyeliner, and under her clothes a tight form fitting leather bathing suit.
"Markus you are mine," she said again with the sound of frustration in her voice," you do understand that don't you?"
"Now do your duty!"
"Right here!" The whole inside palm of her hand had made contact with my face before I had known what had happened.
"Wake up! Wake up! Now do it!" My head was foggy,after being struck with so much force. Her hand had made contact with my face with as much force as a construction working man driving a hammer to a nail.
" But there are people everywhere!"
"Slide over next to me and do it!" I picked my sundae up off of the floor and tossed it out of the window,and did what Mistress had instructed.
" Pretend to be looking for something on the back seat floor, and act confused. With my head peering into the back seat, my right hand moved her panties aside, and I slid my finger into her. She hugged my arm, and kissed my skin gently stroking me softly. The more my finger slid out and in, the more she enjoyed it. After her climax had occurred, she sternly ordered me to sit back down.
"Place your arms around me, hold me...hold me please?" She begged with intimate loneliness in her eyes. All my mind could think was even the torturing menacing bitch needs love too.
"Yes Mistress.
"Let's go home and get showered up for the tonight!" Tonight! oh my goodness, no no no no no no no no nnnn, no! Help me! Anybody please, please help?! My mind screamed for actions that my mouth would not produce. The drive home, she held onto my hand, resting on the seat between us. maybe it will go well for me, at least not any basement, because he is coming home.
I went straightway upstairs to my bedroom as soon as we arrived home. Her words echoed into my heart, as I hid under the dirty clothes in my closet, praying that they don't find me. Every so often I peeked my head out to listen for him. It was hot, sweaty and my palms were soaked. My heart beat thumped inside of my chest and there was nothing I could do.
The last time I peaked under the door, I heard his feet pounding up the steps. his shadow covered the hall light that could be scene under the door. He stood there silently. The door handle slowly began to turn. The door eerily opened slowly, and I quickly hid myself back inside of the closet. His footsteps stomped slowly through the room, to the closet door and stopped. The door opened. I could hear him breath.
"I know you are in there under the clothes. I can smell your fear. Come out boy!" He barked and I jumped of nervousness and gave up my position, where I had been crouching perfectly still, motionless, and quiet as an ant.
"Come downstairs we are all waiting for you!"
"Oh no!" I whispered to myself. He left the room. I stood up from my hidden position, disrobed and walked downstairs.
"Throughout the house was a cable system on the ceiling, on a roller. From that roller hung a chain, and from that chain was a black leather steel studded dog collar. The collar was mine. Slowly I began my decent into the dungeness dining hall.
The room was lit only by candle, with a long table at the center, and benched on both sides. A whole pig was served, garnished with apples, and one stuffed in its mouth. I entered the room. The table was full of there friends naked, even without shoes or sox. I could possibly be dessert.
"Attach the collar!" He yelled. I reached above and grabbed the collar placing it around my neck securing the locking mechanism.
"Sit down in the corner, place the paper bag over your head and suck on your thumb!" I was ordered as everyone watched silently. The feast began, I could only imagine the sounds all around me. The eating, the laughter,the moans, the sighing,the... This went on for about two hours. Everything stopped simultaneously at once, and all stood silent.
"Bring forward the boy!" The cable system circled the dining hall table. A large woman jerked me up out of the corner, and snatched the paper bag from off of my head. The room full of naked people stood and stared at me. All were wearing pseudo vampire teeth with false blood poured onto their bodies.
"Line up everyone!" The fat woman yelled. I then stood at the beginning of the tables head seat. All of the guests were across the table from me. They all stared at me with apprehensive anxious anticipation. I could feel there hunger and thirst for me as if I were the last drop of water on earth.
"Round and round and round we go three times circling if caught anything goes. On your mark, get set, go!" The chase began. All of the vampire like people single file chasing me around this large dining hall table as Mistress played the violin. The consequences of becoming captured prey,were disastrous.They did not catch me that night! I was disconnected from the collar afterward and then placed into the punishment box, for the night. The punishment box was a chest.
In the morning I was released for school. The chest did not afford me the comfortability of sleeping well. In the midst of class, I would fall asleep and wake up screaming. The school psychologist was called in for immediate emergency psychotherapy. Immediately, they removed me from the school, by ambulance, with that last outburst of mine, to John Michaels Institution. The sedation I was given, allowed me the rest of two whole days, that is when I was awakened by the doctor.
The Dr. was a gorgeous voluptuous blonde upon whose very presence, I gained an erection, instantaneously as soon as she would enter the room. She dressed in slacks a sweater and a gold chain, with her hair pinned up. We began intensive therapy.
"Markus," she said as she sat down into the chair,I sat on my bed, in the small but cozy one window bedroom.
"I want you to lie down under the cover and get comfy cozy o.k."
"O.k." She reached her arm out and softly caressed my face with her gentle soothing hands.
"Markus, why do you have an erection now?"
"Honestly?"
"Yes honestly." there was no hiding it lying flat on my back with this thin quilt.
"You turn me on."
"What is it about me that arouses you?"
"Your full lips and sexy ass eyes."
"O.k. I would like for you to try not to think of that now o.k."
"No, call me Sapphire that is my first name."
"Yes Mrs. Jensen."
"My name is not Mrs. Jensen."
"Why sure it is Mrs. Jensen." She brushed that off and continued.
"Now Markus,how old are you?"
"Twelve."
"Where do you live?"
"Two hundred twelve Tyler Ave. Phoenix Arizona."
"Who do you live with?
"Him and her."
"O.k. now continue to breath deeply. Are you happy at home?"
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