Heroine: The Husband's Cologne (23 page)

“OK, I see that”, I whispered in a tone that might calm him down.

“So let’s go to the bedroom. It’s more comfortable there and the neighbors can’t see us.” I put my arm around his neck and kissed him on the forehead. There in the bedroom it was more likely that the neighbors saw us than in here. But what was more important was that somewhere in there was the
taser that Bruce had given me. Perhaps I could reach for that.

With sheer lust in his eyes Alan lifted me up like I wouldn’t weigh anything and I showed him the way to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed and poked with his finger after me:

“As I said don’t try any tricks on me. I am in command and I will teach you what a manager’s wife has to produce.”

I kneeled, nodded obediently and looked at him with submissive eyes.

“Good, now open my pants and let my Charley out.”

That sounded so ridiculous that I almost burst out laughing despite the danger I was in. ‘Charley’! Just in case I lowered my head so he couldn’t see my grin and I lowered his zipper. He opened his belt and dropped the brown Dockers. Flowery light boxer shorts! I had to pull myself together with all might not to burst out laughing again. Perhaps his mama had bought those for him? But when I looked up something wiped the smirk off my face. His facial expression was brutal and he bared his teeth.

“Let’s go on with it. Go get him out and then you blow me. I don’t wonna stand around here all night.”

Obeying I did what he wanted me to do. Below his fat drooping layers of his belly hung a soft shriveled up little sausage that looked at me through a mountain of fat. Without all that wobbly body fat his penis might have appeared big and long. But under those circumstances it disappeared somewhere in the skin.
Somehow unfortunate. Again he commanded me:

“You like it, don’t you? Now I want to see what you are made of. Blow me!”

Unavoidably I went to ‘work’. It took a while and then I heard him moaning right above me.

“Yes, baby, that is good. You’ll like that. Soon you’ll swallow all of it.”

Oh my, it seemed I had to go through with it.

“And when we are done with that I will fuck you up your ass. You little dirt bags like that so much, don’t you. Go ahead, say it to papa.”

I mumbled something unintelligible. I needed to avoid that under any circumstances, this here was revolting enough. His fantasies seemed to turn him on more than my attempts with his dick. But I have to admit I didn’t put much effort into getting him up. The longer he was soft the less he could do to me.

“And when we are through with fucking your ass I will spank your behind for a bit, so that you’ll be obedient in the future.”

Alan, the scumbag, was obviously turned on by his violent fantasies. I desperately pondered what I could do when he suddenly came without forewarning. At the same time he pressed my head so hard onto his prick that I couldn’t let go. So far I was done with that. In other circumstances I might have liked the whole scene but here I found myself at somebody’s mercy, somebody who had lost all control over himself.

Alan pushed me aside and collapsed groaning on the bed beside me.

“That was first class. That’s the way I like it. For that I will punish you later perhaps a bit less.” In turns, I felt hot and cold at the same time.

“Would you like something else to drink, dear? I am thirsty and would like to wash down your load.”

He laughed out loud.

“I like you more and more. We will have a lot of fun with one another in the future. Sure, I can take another drink. But don’t run away – I am faster than you.” Didn’t I already know about it!

In the living room I filled his glass up to the brim. Then I also took mine and filled it up too. He stood behind me and observed me. If I can’t calm him down then I need to play along. Then it would be better to feel the effect of the alcohol once more. When I took part in that orgy a long time ago there were also men participating that were as fat as Alan. With those I had fun. However, at that time nobody wanted to physically beat me. I developed revenge thoughts in my belly. I handed him his glass, smiled in his eyes and said:

“Gee, you are much more potent than I first thought. That will be a hot night. Cheers.”

“Of course, babe. That is why women love me so much.”

‘Especially your mama’
, I thought to myself while laughing naturally. I watched him emptying his glass again in one gulp. Even in case that fatso would wake up in my bed tomorrow morning he wouldn’t be able to recall anything. My tactics seemed to work because he took me by the arm and pushed me back to the bedroom where we fell on the bed while he was holding me. With slurred speech he tried to express:

“You love me, don’t you, you want me all to yourself, and your husband – well, we’ll send him to hell …,” he started snoring before he finished the sentence.

Just then I realized how tense I was and I took a deep breath. Actually I wanted to scream out loud but I was afraid that he would wake up again and then do what he’d threatened he would do to me. What now? What would Norman advise me to do?

I decided to tie Alan up first so he couldn’t attack me again. Daniel kept cable straps in the garage; they should be strong enough to even withstand a bull like Alan was. When I got up Alan moved and I started to panic. Where was the
taser? I ransacked the dresser and found it in the lowest drawer.

The scumbag opened his eyes and grunted. He woke up again! Without thinking I pressed the trigger and two arrow heads on a thin thread drilled into his neck.

A horrible scream came from his mouth; then he started to twitch and gasped helplessly. He was sedated. Bruce had said the effect of this device would last for ten minutes maximum. I ran into the garage where I became aware that I was completely naked. If somebody passed by on the road they would see me. I didn’t care. The cable straps lay on the workbench; they were really thick nylon cables. I grabbed the plastic bag and ran back to the house.

Alan still lay on his back panting. I calmed down. First I wrapped the straps carefully around his feet.
Then other ones around his right and also his left hand. Those I linked with a third strap which I then pulled up in the middle. He was tied up. As a precaution I repeated the whole procedure. Finally the guy was wrapped so well in cable straps that he couldn’t possibly attack me again.

What now? I could call the cops.
‘Norman, would that be a good idea?’ ‘Girl, you are a foreigner, your tourist visa has expired and what if he claims that you’ve been meeting with him for a while behind Daniel’s back?’
I scratched the police.

‘Cut his balls off and let the pig bleed to death?’ ‘And how do you explain that mess in the bedroom to your husband? And on top of that you would have to dispose of his body.’

Alright then, I would have to wait and see. I got up, got dressed and sat down beside that guy who was still panting with eyes wide open. What actually had happened? He had beaten me. But not in my face – on my back; it probably was more a turn on for him. Then I gave him a blow job. I could have bitten off his wobbly thing. Did I possibly have fun to blow him?

When I looked down on that ghastly human and vice president of my husband’s company who was now
completely at my mercy, I started to feel pity for him. What would happen if all of that came to light? Would Daniel have to suffer from that? Perhaps Alan and I can talk about that. He would ask for my forgiveness and it would be like nothing ever happened.

My visa - that was what complicated everything. I would have to leave the country as soon as possible and then make sure that Daniel would help to get me a permanent visa. Alan held indeed the reins more than he actually knew. Should he ever learn about it then I would be at
his
mercy. The best thing to do was to sweep all of that under the carpet and try avoiding him in the future. Alan stirred a bit beside me. I looked down on him; now I was completely calm. Slowly the trembling came to an end and my breathing calmed down.

“Where am I?” he asked in a weak voice. I looked him into his eyes but didn’t say anything.

He glanced back and replied: “Oh shit.”

“Yes shit. Why did you do that?”

“What have I done?”

“You raped me.”

He kept looking at me, didn’t give an answer and suddenly started to laugh out loud.

“Darling, just look around.
You’ve tied me up, I lie in your bed with my pants down and I quite well remember that you had some fun with my Charley. Who raped whom? Why don’t you call the police?”

I was flabbergasted. That guy was wicked. One could
really interpret this situation the other way around. Something in me froze. I got up and fetched the largest knife I could find. With the taser in my left and the knife in my right hand I snarled at him.

“Get up. I’ll drive you home. Then we forget what happened here.”

He looked at me for a while and then he nodded.

“Yes, cut me loose, then I can get dressed.”

I was furious, poked with the knife at him and almost stabbed him in the neck.

“Listen to me you pig. You know exactly what went down here this evening. That is your only chance to save your lousy life. Don’t play with me. You don’t know me; you know nothing about me and before the cops even get the idea to look for your body I’ll be back in Europe. Get dressed now.” Not only that he didn’t know me but I obviously didn’t know myself. Was that me who was talking there?

Obviously Alan seized the situation pretty fast. He had turned pale again and nodded carefully to avoid touching the tip of the knife. He lifted his hands that were still tied up and then looked at me. I understood. But I only cut his shackles and then retreated. He got up hopping and put on pants and shoes what he managed with his hands still tied. For a moment I put my weapon aside and helped him to get dressed and ready to leave. When I locked his belt and then looked up again I saw his suggestive lust in his eyes.

“Do you want a good-bye drink?” I asked him. I wanted him to be calm until we reached his house.

“You too, OK? And then we forget the whole thing.”

“Promise?”

He nodded. I filled his glass to the brim again and put it into his hand. He emptied it as if it was water. I was so totally done that suddenly I didn’t care about anything anymore. I took my own glass that was still partially full and emptied it. I needed to suppress the trembling of my hands. Perhaps the effects of the drug had already subsided.

“Now, get the fuck out. I don’t
wonna see you again”, I snarled at him. He replied with a strange look. Once outside I helped him to get onto the passenger seat. I wouldn’t let go of the taser while I did that. The green gadget seemed to impress him profoundly because he kept on staring at it with bulging eyes.

“Where is the hand brake”, I looked around the car with uncertainty while the engine of the giant vehicle was humming quietly.

“The red button there left in front. Are you sure you wonna drive all alone?” he slurred. The alcohol did what it was supposed to do.

“Absolutely sure”, I snapped with cold voice. “If you drive as you fuck it will be too dangerous.”

His loud laughter cheered me up somewhat. It stirred something inside me. The effect of the drug started to set in again. I became horny! Holy shit! Why had I again lost my composure and drank that alcohol. Inwardly I cursed about my stupid behavior. Hopefully I wouldn’t lose my control. Then I barked at him.

“Why did you simply attack me and didn’t call me before you came over? You are a nice guy - how can I resist you?” Oh shit, the drug was still quite effective. I lost my grip and had the feeling to go nuts.

“Pull yourself together! That scumbag wanted to kill you”,
I screamed at myself on the inside. But I also felt that I got wet. Alan stared at me with that strange look on his face:

“Are you serious?”

I nodded with my lips pressed together. Those damned drugs. Does that never stop? It was only a few minutes to Los Altos because traffic at that time was quiet. I turned into the driveway to the spacious estate and parked the car before one of the garages. Alan remained silent and when I turned towards him I saw him sprawling on the passenger seat, snoring, saliva drooling from his open mouth – and he stank repulsively.

When I pushed him to wake him up, there was no reaction. He continued snoring. I got out of the car and opened the garage with a key I had fished from his jacket. Then I turned the car around and backed it into the garage. I got out again. I wanted to get him out of the SUV so that he would fall right in front of the entrance to the foyer. In that way I wouldn’t have to drag him all the way around the vehicle. He plunged from the car seat like a wet bag after I pushed him with my feet through the
opened passenger door. The next step was to open the door to his house. I grabbed him under his armpits and tried to pull him in. I had no chance. He didn’t move an inch.

I was frustrated, furious and exhausted. I gave up after a few minutes and I decided to let him lie in the garage. That guy was just too heavy. Perhaps he would like to awaken right beside the Porsche that was parked there. I would need his SUV to get home safely. The ten miles were too far for me to walk. I drove the car out of the garage and returned once more to the house to make sure that he was lying on his side. In case he had to throw up he wouldn’t have any problems. Then I cut the remaining cable straps from his hands with the knife I had brought with me and collected everything. When he’d wake up the next morning all of that would seem like a bad dream to him in which an evil fairy with a knife had scared him; so I hoped.