Freedom by mis lin

I knew Tom liked me, but I did not know how much he hated his wife. Kim was my friends longer than she was Tom’s wife. We lived together after college in a small apartment in the downtown area. Kim had met Tom at a bar and brought him home that night. In the morning when the love bird awoke, I was there making them breakfast. We shared the meal like old friends, the three of us but, even then, during the early conversations, Tom seemed more interested in me, than Kim.Kim described him as a tough lover, a demanding lover, but she wanted him. The lovemaking, as she described it, sounded more like rape, then love. He would take her where ever he wished; in the bathroom of a small restaurant, in the middle of a field in the town park, behind a car, anywhere he wanted. She would almost always end up naked, crawling on the ground, looking for her cloths. Nothing seemed to have value to him, not her jewelry, not her cloths, not her pride. He would just would take her, and leave. When he fucked her in the ass, which was almost every time, he would demand that Kim clean his cock with long firm licks of her tongue and full sucks from her mouth. She became so use to those demands, that she conscientiously kept herself clean for the time she spent with him.

I think Kim may have trapped Tom, by claiming she was pregnant, she never was. They got married in a small wedding, downtown. I was the maid of honor. I was told that Tom saw Kim just moments before the ceremony and had raped her, violently raped her. Kim was such a mess on the alter; her gown was a mess, her face was a mess, her hair, herself. Kim made of complete fool of herself after the wedding, she was drunk, almost nude and being a complete buffoon when around Tom. She played the part of a slave, a submissive. She place herself at Tom’s feet and would kiss his shoes in front of the whole party. She would get up and dance, by herself on the dance floor. She would dance in the most provocative ways, sexy ways. Exposing herself, simulating sexual acts,licking the dance floor, barking like a dog; all on Tom’s commands. The party became uncomfortable for some, and they left, others, mainly Tom’s friends loved it. In time, Kim was there on the dance floor, high as a kite, total naked, grinding her privates into the back of a metal chair and licking the moisture dry, as Tom’s friends jeered and took pictures. I left, she was my friend and this was Kim’s wedding night. Later, I heard Kim was passed around and used by all that stayed.

I love to read, the standard pulp, King, Rice and even Paterson at times. I was lost in a King book, one of the earlier ones. The characters were so consuming, that I did not notice that a man had sat down next to me on the park bench.

“Hi, Sara. How are you doing?”

In surprise, I turned and saw Tom sitting there, with a gentle smile upon his lips.

“Sara, you are looking well. What are you reading? Is it good?”

I showed him the book and said “yes” with a smile.

“I read this book many years ago, and wanted to revisit it to see if it still scares me.”

“Does it?”

“Yes”

“How is Kim?” I asked.

“Kim. That fucken bitch.” he said in lost, dreaming manner.

“That fucken, cunt whore bitch … do you know how much I hate her? I hate her guts.”

“The things I have done to that whore, and she still won’t leave me. Sometimes I wish she would just die.”

“Jan, you think her wedding night was disgraceful, you should have seen our honeymoon. I pimped that cunt off to anyone with twenty dollars. That slut sucked a lot of cock, ate a lot of pussy and reamed a lot of assholes in Jamaica. I sold her at the resort and downtown. I didn’t ask for money downtown, just weed and I loved watching those big Jamaicans rip her apart. But, mid-week I met a British couple who paid me a good deal of money, enough to pay for the honeymoon and some to take her for a couple of days. They did and when Kim came back, she wasn’t quite the same.”

“What do mean? Did they hurt her?”

“She was marked up a bit, but that wasn’t it. She was different, like she was empty, hollow. She didn’t care for herself, only my desires. She would do anything I asked, without hesitation, without thought.”

She was free, I thought to myself. “Tell me about the couple. Did you get their name, where they live, anything you can remember about them.”

“Bill and Janice …. Billing .. Billington … no, no Billingsworth from St. James, Tennessee. They were very proud of their heritage, their family name. Yes, William and Janice Billingsworth from St. James, Tennessee. I may even have their address, why?”

“Nothing, really. Just curious. I like to hear names, so I can imagine the person attached to the name. Too much Steven King, I know”

We talked, spoke of old times, the apartment, the first morn we met, and how much he liked me.

“You should come over to my house and see Kim.”

“She is a submissive, truly. She could be your submissive. Imagine, after all these years, you best friend knelling at your feet, willing, begging to do anything for you.”

“Wouldn’t you want to see the top of her head buried in your crouch”

It was an interesting image, and I have to admit, a seductive one. Though Kim and I were friends, good friends, I always wanted to better her, and that image I thought would be statement of victory.

“Sure, I would love to stop by and have that fuckn’ cunt whore wife of yours suck on my asshole while I piss on her head. Is that OK with you?” I laughed.

“Yes, Jan … it is alright with me and I will make sure Kim is waiting.”

Though the thought of Kim submissiveness excited me, it was William and Janice Billingsworth that I could not get out of my mind. That had they done to Kim, to change her, to make her free of all inhibitions.

When I arrived at Tom and Kim house it was early evening. Kim was waiting for me in the front hallway. Naked except for two large painful looking clamps attached to each nipple, each holding several pounds of metal plates, she was hobbled and cuffed behind her back. As she knelt, not looking up as I entered, her face pressed against the floor as though she was cleaning it with her mouth.

“Well Jan, this is Kim,, my slave”

As I study her, I noticed she was quite thin, had random marks scattered across her flesh and what seemed to be a large dildo in her ass.

“Does she have something in her butt?”

“Yes, of coarse, she is a whore.”

Tom walk over to Kim, prostrated on the floor, placed the sole of his left boot on the base of her neck, reach between the cheeks of her ass and started to pull the dildo from it. After several tugs, a large plastic rod appeared. It was a hard plastic, more than a foot long and 3” in diameter, full of bumps and ridges and streaked with blood and waste.

“See” waiving the dildo in front, “I have to keep her plugged, she leaks.” Tom then toss the rod to the floor, kicking it towards Kim’s face. Instantaneously she started to lick and suck on the plastic member lying on the floor.

“Give her a few moment and the pig will have it all cleaned.”

I watched as she attempted to devoured the dildo, never leaving her knelling position, only moving her head and upper body. Tom was right, in a few moment the dildo seemed to be clean of her blood and shit.

“Lets go downstairs and have some fun” Tom said, looking at me with a grin. “That means you too cunt” kicking Kim firmly in her left breast. She screamed, Tom kicked her again, another scream, another kick, until after the forth or fifth kick, she did not scream, but struggled to her feet and followed us downstairs.

Downstairs we went, Tom leading, Kim hobbled and cuffed and me following. Into the finished basement we went, down a hallway to the last door on the left. Tom opened it, reached back to a switch on the hallway and dark void become engulfed in light and horror.

It was a small room, maybe 8′ by 10′, but it held all forms of torture. The ceiling, as was the floor held implants of eye hooks and metal rings. On the wall hung the whips and restraints, on the floor, a drain.

“This is Kim’s room. This is where she spend most of her time. This is where I and my many friends have fun.”

“It’s that right whore” as Tom spun and slapped Kim firmly across the face.

Kim nodded. Tom reached behind her and unclasped her cuffs.
“You know what to do. The middle one”

I watch as Kim, naked except for the weights that hung from her nipples gather up cuffs and restraints. As she hobbled awkwardly across the room, then climbing upon a small ladder I watched her attached the leather restraints to ceiling hooks, than to the leather cuffs on her wrist. With a short kick, she pushed back the ladder and hung suspended in the middle of the room.

“You didn’t have to make so much noise, whore” and Tom gave a sharp pull on each of her nipple clamps, pulling the left one off. “Fuck you” and ripped of the right one off. Kim just started to scream.

“Jan, would you please close the door” and I did.

Kim hung, by her own choose like a piece of meat, like a dead or dying animal in the middle of the room. By her choose, that is what I most found interesting.

The afternoon went into evening, and Kim was abused in so many different ways. Tom wanted to show me how much he hated her. He whipped her endlessly with a series of whips and canes. He choked her to the point of her passing out, several times. He shove all types of objects inside her. All this abuse concluded with Kim hanging by her breasts, being electrocuted to point that she begged to lick my asshole as I pissed on her. My dream, not really, my joking remark.

She was brought down and presented to me. I removed my cloths, the ones I needed to, rolled back into a chair, lifted my legs and Kim devoured me. She did what she was told and so did I. I pissed.

I pissed and pissed as she licked my asshole, as my piss covered her head, her face, her mouth.