The
Domination of Mister Mike
By Karen Singer
Chapter
41 – Part 3 of 3
Dinner that night
was much easier to eat for both Ashley and I since we weren’t connected at the
waist anymore. It tasted a lot better
too. Joanna had cooked us a very good,
and much needed meal. But she said
nothing at all during any of it about what had happened all weekend, and
especially not about what had happened up at her house.
After dinner,
Joanna didn’t even make us keep those darn pacifiers in our mouths. She let us watch TV or do whatever we
wanted. Surprisingly, Ash and I said
nothing to each other all evening.
I kept waiting
for Joanna to go home. I was sure she
had to go to work tomorrow morning, but she didn’t. She stayed and watched TV with us until nine
o’clock. “Okay, you two,” she finally
said. “I think it’s bedtime for both of
you.”
“Are you going
home now?” I finally asked.
“Not tonight,”
she said. “I’ve done enough driving
today. “I’ll leave very early tomorrow
morning and go straight to work.”
Oh. That explained it. I think.
Ashley and I
headed for the little mattress on the floor where we laid down together…much as
we had lain together all weekend. Joanna
pulled a blanket over top of us, then she kissed her daughter goodnight. She came over and kissed me. “Michael, your work clothes are in Ashley’s
closet so you don’t need to get into the other room.”
They were? And I didn’t need to go in there? Why?
She turned the
light off in our room and left us. I saw
her walk back up the hallway to the bathroom.
She was back a little while later.
I saw her go straight into her bedroom.
Surprisingly, she didn’t close the door behind her.
Ashley and I laid
there next to each other. Since it was
only a full size mattress, we had no choice but to be close together. Ashley rolled over on her side to face
me. I rolled over towards her…and was
surprised when her head reached up and kissed my lips. Then she was gone again.
We laid like that
for a little while. I did my best to try
to go to sleep, but there were too many strange things on my mind. Things that had happened earlier that
day. I could tell Ashley wasn’t sleeping
either, although like me, she was trying.
She suddenly
moved in closer to me. Right up against
me. Cuddling as close as she could. “Hold me,” she whispered.
Surprised, I
rolled onto my side facing her. I put
one arm over her body and the other arm under her head as she wormed her way
right up next to me and snuggled her head into my neck right beneath my head. I felt her take a deep breath, then I felt
her blowing it out against me in one very long controlled breath.
“Mmm!” she
grunted softly. I’ve been holding that
forever.”
I realized she
had just wet herself.
Her head tilted
up a little. “I haven’t been holding back
at all today,” she said, “so I don’t know why I bothered to hold back
then. Between being so tired and having
to pee so much, I haven’t bothered even trying to hold back. I’ve just let my body go limp and relaxed
down there and left it that way, letting it pee whenever. It was sure a lot easier.” Her head tilted back down again into my neck
and she was silent for a moment. “It
doesn’t ever do any good to hold it back, does it?” she said into my neck. “No matter how I try, in the end, I still
have to let it out sometime. And I’m
always stuck doing it in my diapers. I
don’t want to do it at all that way, but now, thanks to Mom, I’ve got no
choice. I’m stuck. She’s making me pee myself like a baby, day
in and day out. Every day. Every night.
I don’t want to do it, but in the end, there’s no choice. Holding back, never works.”
“No,” I said, my
voice barely above a whisper. “As much
as it…humiliates me, because it is humiliating, I don’t like doing it
either. I fight it sometimes, but more
often I don’t bother anymore.
It’s…inevitable. Sometimes I
don’t even think about it.”
I felt her head
nodding, then she was silent. I laid
there holding her, her soft nearly naked body snuggled up against mine. I felt her breathing slow and deepen, as if
she had fallen asleep. But her head
suddenly tilted up a bit, then went back down.
“Hold me,” she whispered.
“Tighter.”
I held her more
firmly as she seemed to try to snuggle her body even closer up against
mine. I now noticed a definite tenseness
in her body that hadn’t been there before.
I felt her head tilting up again.
“Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“If I tell you
something personal, will you promise to not tell anyone else? And I mean don’t tell anybody. Not even my mother. Especially not my mother.”
That surprised
me. “Okay. You know I won’t. Not if you don’t want me to.”
Her head tilted
back down into my neck again. She said
nothing more, but I continued to hold her.
I was pretty sure she had decided not to tell me whatever it was she had
been thinking about, so I closed my eyes and decided to try to sleep, but her
head tilted up, then went back down again.
Her body seemed even tenser somehow.
I realized she was wrestling with something in her mind. I just continued to hold her. When she spoke, her head stayed buried in my
neck. Her voice was soft but clear. And what she said wasn’t anything I ever
expected to hear.
“Years ago. When I was fourteen. I was at my friend’s house playing. We heard her older sister talking about a
party she was going to that night. I got
the idea in my head that the two of us should sneak out that night and go
too. The two of us talked about it and
planned what we would do for a while, but in the end she decided she wasn’t
going do it.” I felt Ashley shaking her
head. “I already knew she wouldn’t
go. Her parents would never let her. I’m not even sure her parents knew her sister
was going to that party.”
Her head tilted
up again, then went back down.
“I had never
been to a party with a bunch of older kids like that, and I wanted to go, so I
snuck out of the house that night.
Believe me, it wasn’t the first time I’d done something like that. But I knew that more than likely my mother
and father would never know, and even if they did somehow find out, what were
they going to do to me? Not much…if
anything.”
She stopped
talking for a while. I can’t tell you
how intently I was listening to the…silence.
“I knew where
the party was, and I walked there. By
the time I got there, the place was crowded.
It was mostly people…kids…that had been out of high school for a while,
but I did notice some of the older high school kids there too. My friend’s sister was there with some of her
friends.”
Again she paused,
and again I mentally willed her to keep going.
“The party
was…wild. Loud music, and so much
drinking. I remember being surprised by
all the smoke filling the house. And it
had a funny smell to it. I kept
expecting someone to see me and throw me out for being too young, but nobody
did. Nobody even stopped me from
grabbing a glass of beer.”
Her head tilted
up again. Then went back down. “I got drunk.
Very drunk. I don’t even remember
most of that party. But I do remember sitting
on this couch with a bunch of guys who all seemed…interested in me. I think one of them asked if I wanted to go
somewhere with them.”
Her head tilted
up again. “I must have said yes.”
Her head tilted
back down. I felt her taking some big
breaths. Finally she spoke again.
“They took me
out to this van, and we all got in. But
the moment we got away from that party, two of them suddenly grabbed me and
wrestled my arms behind my back. They
used tape to keep them there, then more tape on my ankles, and even tape over
my mouth. They pushed me down to the
floor of the van and they kept their feet on me to keep me there.”
Her head tilted
up again. “I can’t tell you how scared I
was.”
Her head tilted
back down. “I don’t have any idea how
long we drove, but I remember it being a very long time. We finally got somewhere, but I had no idea
where it was. Two of them carried me
inside. Then they carried me down some
stairs. They dropped me onto the cement
floor, then left me there. When they
went back upstairs, they turned the lights out.” I felt her shaking her head. “I cried so hard. I was so scared. I tried to get free, but I couldn’t. The tape was too strong. All I could do was lay there, totally
helpless, and cry.”
I heard her
sniffle a little, and realized she was crying.
“I remember
having to pee, and having no choice but to wet myself. I had to lay there like that for…ever! I kept waiting for them to come back, but it
was like they had forgotten I was there.
I don’t know how many times I pissed in my pants before the light came
on and all three of them came back down those stairs. I remember them standing over me, and one of
them kicking me in the side…then laughing.
They left again, and the light was turned back off. I started crying all over again.”
She sniffled
again. I heard her crying softly for a
few moments. Then she continued.
“When they came
back, it was with a lot of stuff. And a
lot of it was chains. They left me there
like that while they worked all around me.”
I felt her head
tilting up again. “I saw them fasten
chains to the walls all over the place.”
Her head tilted
back down again. “One of the things they
had brought in was a small bed. They set
that up with the end right up against the wall.”
She suddenly let
out a loud sob as her crying got far worse.
She didn’t speak again until a few minutes later, and I realized she was
still trying to get her crying under control.
“When they were done, they came for me.
They took the tape off and stripped me naked. I tried to fight them, but I was so weak…and
there were three of them. All they did
was laugh at my efforts.”
She cried for a
few moments. When she spoke again, I
could barely hear her.
“They carried me over to the bed and attached
chains to each of my wrists. They
attached chains to my ankles and spread me wide open on the bed. I got raped by them, and every one of them
laughed. And when I say raped, they
weren’t exactly gentle.”
I felt her breathing coming in gasps as she
paused again. I could tell she was
trying to control herself, but I had no doubt that the effort had to be
enormous.
“Before they
left me there again, they dragged me off that bed and chained me sitting up
against the wall. My hands were held
right to the wall so I couldn’t move them.
One of them stuffed my own wet panties in my mouth and another one
wrapped tape around my head so I couldn’t get them out. Then they left me again…in the darkness. With my hands fastened to the wall where they
were, I couldn’t stand, I couldn’t lay down, I had to sit right there. Naked.
Cold. … Afraid.”
Her crying
intensified and I felt her body curling up into itself. I did my best to keep holding her tightly,
letting her cry it out. I had no doubt I
would have cried even worse if it had been me.
After a while,
she calmed down and started speaking again.
“In the time I was there, they raped my vagina…they raped my ass…and
then they started teaching me to suck their cocks. One of them put me on that bed on my hands
and knees, and he stuck something up into my vagina with a rope going up
through my legs and over my back. He
made me open my mouth and start sucking him off. And every time he felt my teeth, or I slowed
down and didn’t do what he wanted, he yanked hard on that cord and it was like
needles being driven right into me. I
can’t tell you how much it hurt. But it
only took him a few times doing that to me before I tried a lot harder. Trust me.”
She breathed heavy for a moment.
“Damn. That thing hurt so much I
can still feel it now.” I felt her body
shudder.
She was silent
for a few moments. Just breathing. Then she continued. “If I was good for them, if I did everything
they wanted, they fed me…a little. It
was never much. Most of the time I was
starving. They gave me water once in a
while too. And then they chained me back
to the wall again somewhere. Sometimes I
was stuck standing. Sometimes sitting
down. A few times they left me standing,
then took one of my legs and chained that high up on the wall too…and left me
there like that on only one leg. Once,
one of the guys raped me right there like that, then left me again.”
My mind was going
crazy trying to picture everything she had told me. It was…beyond horrible.
“When they kept
me chained up like that,” she continued, “I had no choice but to wet…and mess
myself, right where I was. I can’t tell
you how miserable that was. I think the
worst was when I was forced to sit in it.”
It was a few
moments before she spoke again.
“Eventually,
they got me to the point where I was doing everything they wanted, much more
willingly. When they did, they stopped
chaining me right up against the wall, but they gave me more room so I could
stand or sit or even lay down. I can’t
tell you how much of a relief that was.
And they even gave me a bucket where I could relieve myself in, even
though I had to do it in the pitch dark where I couldn’t see. But the moment I did anything at all that
they weren’t happy with, I got chained right back to the wall again…and I
didn’t get fed either.” She took a big
breath. “I learned real quick to do
whatever they wanted.”
I could only
imagine.
“I didn’t know
how long I had been there. I didn’t know
what day it was. I didn’t know what time
it was. I didn’t even know if it was day
or night. I only knew to wait for the
light to come on and for one or more of them to come down and do whatever he
wanted with me.”
Again I heard her
taking deep breaths.
“And then one
day the light came on, and the police came down the stairs instead. I heard them talking to me, but my head was
so messed up, I couldn’t answer. I
couldn’t even look at them clearly. It
was a while before they could get the chains off me. They wrapped a blanket around me, and a
little while later these ambulance guys showed up. I remember someone picking me up and carrying
me up the stairs. They put me in the
ambulance and a little while later, I was in the hospital. My head was still so messed up I couldn’t
talk to anyone. I don’t even think I
understood what anyone said to me.”
I felt her taking deep breaths again.
“I remember
waking up in the hospital a long time later, and seeing my mother and father
right there with me. I don’t think it
was until then that I realized I was finally out of that place. I was finally free. I had finally been rescued.”
She was silent
for a few moments again.
“Mike,” she
finally said. “I couldn’t tell them what
happened. They kept asking me lots of
questions about it, but I couldn’t tell them.
I couldn’t talk about it at all, because…well…I just couldn’t take
it. My mom and dad were even worse about
trying to get me to talk about it than the police were. But I couldn’t tell them. I couldn’t tell my mom and dad, and I could
never even tell the police. I
just…couldn’t! So I never told
anyone…until now. Until what I just
told…you.”
She sighed
deeply. “Mom and Dad sent me to this
therapist…for years! But I refused to
tell her either. I…couldn’t. I just…couldn’t! You have no idea what dredging up those
memories does to me…even now. It’s all
just….”
She was silent
again for a while. Then I felt her tilt
her head up again. “So Mike, please
don’t tell anyone. Please. Not anyone.
Not even my mother. Please? And Mike, for my sake, please don’t even
mention it to me again. It’s just…too hard for me to deal with.”
It was the wrong
thing to say. Absolutely the wrong
thing. But…. “I told you I wouldn’t tell anyone,” I said. “I promised I wouldn’t. So I won’t.
I won’t even bring it up to you.”
Her head tilted
back down again. “Thanks.”
She buried her
head in my chest again, and I held her tightly, as if my holding her would help
ease the pain and memories that had to be driving her nearly insane. Oddly, it seemed like no time before I realized
she had fallen asleep.
I nearly missed
hearing it. But the quiet sound reached
my one ear that wasn’t on the pillow.
And that sound didn’t come from this room. Ashley seemed to be firmly asleep. I carefully extracted my arm out from under
her. She rolled over away from me, still
sleeping.
I got up out of
bed and left the room. That sound. The source of it was right where I guessed
I’d find it. Joanna was sitting in the
hallway just a short distance away, her knees were drawn up to her chest, and
her head was down on top of them. And
she was crying. I knelt down and her
head moved over to my shoulder. I held
her while she softly cried.
“She’s never
told me any of that before,” she softly sobbed.
“She never told anyone any of that.”
I held her like
that for a few moments more, then I pulled her to her feet. “Come on,” I said, my voice just a
whisper. “Let’s put you to bed.”
She nodded. I led her to her bedroom and pulled the
covers over her myself. I was about to
leave when I felt her grab me. She
pulled me close, then pulled my head down to hers…and kissed me. “Thanks Mike,” she said. “She finally trusted someone enough, and told
them. And I’m glad it was you.”
She kissed me
again, then laid there looking into my eyes.
I nodded. “Good night.”
I went back to
bed with Ashley and carefully climbed back in.
I snuggled up against her and put my arm over top of her. If she woke up and needed me, I’d be there
for her.
She had endured a
horror the likes of which few people can imagine. She had told me all about it, but I knew what
little she had told me could never come close to everything she had been forced
to endure. She had dredged those
memories up, and for some unknown reason, she had entrusted them with me. Horrors that were unimaginable. I would be there if she woke up…and needed
me.
