The Journal of Brennus

A Picture Tells Two Tales

N.B. This is the second story that yesterdays image spawned, this particular tale is much darker. It involves non-consensual sex (N/C), some violence, some bondage (BDSM), rape, spanking and anal intercourse, so please if you find any of those topics objectionable do not read any further. Another quick note, the story starts of much the same way, though it quickly takes a very different twist.

Most importantly please, please remember that this is fiction and though I admit it emerges from some dark recess in my mind I would never commit or condone non-consensual activities in any form.

Story II [M/F, N/C, BDSM, violence, rape, spanking, anal]

Traffic was heavy, even for an evening rush hour that didn’t make Jeff very happy. He had been looking forward to tonight for weeks. Dinner, a night at the opera, drinks at the piano bar and a leisurely weekend at a five star hotel with Kira would go a long way towards relieving the stress’ that work had places on his tense and sore shoulders. As he hit the brakes yet again and slowed to a walking pace, he hoped that Kira would be dressed and ready when he got to the apartment.

Kira dashed past the doorman with a quick wave, she was late, very late, Charlie looked up from his desk with a scowl, “Bitch,” he thought, “so high and mighty, never gives a guy like me the time of day.” Glancing at her watch she swore silently, Jeff was probably leaving the office now, she brightened a bit, hoping that he hit just a bit of traffic. She just needed a bit more time. It wasn’t her fault really, while she was out with Abby, she had found just the perfect shoes. The only problem was that her size was completely cross town, in the stores other location. So, tapping her toe impatiently at the slowness of the elevator, it was really the stores fault, no, really it was. Keying her way through the door, she began to strip off her outfit as she almost ran to the bath. Starting the shower, she quickly doffed her remaining clothes and put a shower cap over her freshly styled hair. The water felt warm and comforting as she stepped into the spray.

Charlie sat in the lobby, still fuming about Kira’s snotty ways, “she really needs to be taught a lesson,” a nasty grin on his face, “maybe I should do just that, it would serve that bitch right.”

Still stuck in the morass of traffic Jeff tried called the apartment, to let Kira know that he was running very late.

“Shit,” annoyed at the ringing phone, Kira decided to ignore it, “the machine will get it anyway.”

“Umphh, where is she,” wondered Jeff? Hanging up just ahead of the machine, “oh great,” as an emergency vehicle tried to squeeze past on the shoulder, “this is starting to look like an all nighter”. Jeff tossed his cell on to the seat next to him in disgust, “wonderful, there goes dinner.”

By the time Charlie’s relief man Ned arrived, Charlie had worked himself into a lather, his plan seemed fool proof and he had even started gathering some of the things he’d need. A stop at his locker to pick up the ski mask he kept there for when the rat bastard who owned the building made him shovel snow and he was ready to climb the stairs up to Kira’s floor.

Kira stood for a long moment enjoy the rinsing spray, the warm water running slowly down her body washed the tension from being late away. “It really looks like I can pull this off,” she mused, “he’s going to be just late enough.”

Charlie was surprised to find the door hanging open, he heard the shower turn off. Smirking he followed the trail of clothes into bedroom just as Kira emerged from the bath. Kira screamed at the sight of a ski masked man holding a knife, Charlie crossed to her quickly, a swipe of the back of his hand forestalled another scream, nothing but a small whimper escaped Kira’s lips as he snatched the towel from her clasping hands.

Kira thought about running, but Charlie had quickly pushed back into the bath, block the doorway he bent long enough to pick up the panties Kira had tossed on the floor. Holding them close to his face, he inhaled deeply before speaking, “so Miss High and Mighty I see you draws smell just like any other cunt.”

Kira screwed up a bit of courage, “look, I don’t know who you are, but my husband will be home any minute…” Her hopes were dashed by Charlie’s cruel laugh.

“Guess you didn’t hear little girl, the highways closed, real big accident, gonna need a chopper.” Grabbing her by the hair, “so if your dick of a hubbie isn’t home already, he ain’t gonna be home for a long time. Kira squealed as he began leading her by the hair out of the bath. “So we got plenty of time to play mama and bitch I am going use every part of you.” Kira began to sob, “yeah bitch, go ‘head and cry, only don’t be lookin’ for no mercy, you been prancin’ and flautin’ your hot little ass around all over town and it’s high time I got me a piece.”

Kira screamed when he swatted her bare bottom hard, “please,” she begged, “please don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything you want,” another harder swat made her scream louder.

“You too noisy bitch, but we can fix that real easy,” pushing her down into the bed, straddling her chest and pinning her to the mattress, he brings the panties up to Kira’s face, “come on you slut, open your whore mouth, just like you do to suck Jeffie’s little prick. Kira shakes her head from side to side, even after Charlie slaps her face, she refuses to open her mouth. Grabbing her head to stop her from moving Charlie’s discovers another tactic. Through his spread fingers he laughs at Kira’s wide eyed look when he squeezes her nostrils shut. Still trying to shake him off Kira struggles not to breath, finally she takes a long gasping breath and then gags as Charlie pushes the panties into her open mouth. She tries to bite at his fingers, missing them narrowly. A frustrated sob, muffled by the panties and the layer of duct tape that seals them in her mouth. “OK now whore, you can try to make all the noise you want, ain’t nobody goin’ to hear you now.”

Charlie pull a loop of rope tightly over one of Kira’s wrists and then passes it around one of the brass bed posts, securing it well. He attaches the rope to the other bed post and ties off Kira’s other wrist. As he gets off Kira, she begins to buck wildly trying to free her bound wrists. She finally stops when she realizes that Charlie is enjoy this rather lurid display of her body, a single tear flows down her flushed cheek as Charlie begins to strip off his clothes.

To be continued…

N.B. Of course I intend to continue this nasty bit of fiction - But with a twist, I can either finish it as I plotted it in my mind or (and this is possibly the fun part) I can hold off a bit and let you vote by comment on how it should end for poor Kira. Should she get rescued? Or should that vicious fiend Charlie get to have his way with her. Or perhaps the even more diabolical among you might want to see both endings?

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