Judgment II: Mercy
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Authors: Denise Hall
Judgment II: Mercy
by Denise Hall
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CONTENTS
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Judgment II:
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Preparing a tray of refreshments in the kitchen, Mary barely looked up when she heard the first scream. The Interlopers always screamed on Punishment Night; Richard made certain of that. He was in love with the sound, and with the sound of Mahogany's in particular—the long, high-pitched wail, slightly warbled, with an end that dissolved into a sobbed out groan. One would think, knowing Richard and his penchant for screams, that Mahogany would simply howl and be done with it, like China so often did right at the start of her ordeal. But she never did. She held onto her suffering like a miser held onto gold, agonizing in silence, forcing Richard to perform with ever increasing viciousness, until the pain became overwhelming and there simply was no biting back the cries, not one lash more.
When the second scream—even more desperate than the first—sounded, Mary's hands paused over the silver serving tray for the span of a heartbeat or two. She quickly swallowed a fleeting sense of sympathy. The last thing she wanted to feel was pity, not for the Interlopers, who had so thoroughly replaced her in her husband's affections.
And so Mary closed her ears to the wails, and the barely audible 'whoosh-crack' of the cane as it thrashed into bare flesh at the other end of the house. She finished pouring Richard's tea into the blue china teapot instead. And if her hands shook just a little bit ... well, it wasn't because she felt sorry for Mahogany.
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She spooned a dab of fresh strawberry jam into a small, silver jelly pot, then arranged an assortment of cookies and scones—all of Richard's favorites still warm from the oven—on a plate. With the creamer and sugar pot in place, she then lifted the tray and sedately carried it to her husband's study.
It was almost a ritual now, serving Richard his favorite refreshments on Punishment Night. There was even comfort to be had in the task, a small measure of solace gleaned from the loving, doting role she enacted. Maybe she was only second best. Maybe he no longer required her to sate the demon within him. But she was still his wife, and it felt good to know he still needed her for some things.
As she crossed the Grand Hall, her floral skirt swishing around her legs, the heels of her shoes clicking crisply against the white marble floor, she passed China. The little Asian woman sat on a wooden bench just outside Richard's study.
As was required each Friday, she awaited Richard's attentions fully nude, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her mouth compressed. She was not as hardy as Mahogany and she cringed at every sound that came from the study.
Again, a brittle thread of sympathy wound its way through Mary. She remembered what it was like having to sit on this bench, awaiting Richard's leisure on Punishment Nights, pain the inevitable tool through which she would find absolution for her weekly sins. That had been such a long time ago, before the Interlopers, when Richard still cultivated an interest in her.
Mary forced her eyes away from the slumped and forlorn visage of her replacement. But as she passed the bench, she 7
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couldn't help but say, "You know you've nothing to worry about. When Mahogany goes first, he always wears himself out. You're perfectly safe until tomorrow."
China dropped her dark eyes to the floor. "Yes, mistress."
It wasn't fair to hate her, Mary told herself. They were Product. Product went to the purchaser. Product didn't have a choice. But they were also the reason Richard had become a husband in name alone.
Young and beautiful, while they pranced through the house in their skimpy black corsets and their impossibly high heeled shoes, Mary looked every bit the housewife—plain, simple, and common. While their bodies bore the marks of their master's affection, Mary's skin remained smooth, unwealed, and unblemished, the result of her husband's steady neglect.
They arched and moaned and cried out every week from Richard's virile attentions; Mary slept by his side each night, untouched by him sexually now for almost two years. She had never felt so alone in all her life, as she had since the day her husband had purchased the Interlopers and deemed them far more worthy than her of both his money and his time. Mary was just ... Mary.
She had been thoroughly displaced, and she didn't even know why.
So as not to disturb, Mary opened the study door without knocking and quietly slipped inside. Though the room was well illuminated by the fireplace, Mary kept her eyes down so she wouldn't be tempted to look. She didn't want to see what she was missing, and she didn't want to pity the Interloper any more than she already did.
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Trying her best to ignore the high-pitched whimpers and ragged pants, she walked along the long shadow cast by the figures coupled in the flickering light to her husband's desk. It wasn't until she'd set down the serving tray that, through her envy and resentment, she realized that all the sounds within that room came from Mahogany alone. There was no heavy panting or masculine grunting, or the wet, slick slapping noises that accompanied rough, animalistic sex.
Despite knowing better, at any moment expecting her husband's terse command to get out, Mary turned from the desk and raised her head to look at them.
Mahogany was tied bent over a low-backed easy chair, her feet splayed far apart. The cane that had been used to impart her suffering and to ignite her screams lay where Richard had dropped it on the floor. He, himself, was drooped over Mahogany with his trousers around his ankles. He remained perfectly motionless, his heavier weight pressing her belly and hips down into the well-stuffed cushions.
The first thing Mary thought was that it should have been her pinned under his heavier weight, her body locked around his deeply imbedded cock, with her round buttocks blazing and marred and throbbing from the ministrations of that cane. The wave of jealousy that swept her left Mary shaking from its intensity.
"M-mistress?" Mahogany gasped raggedly. "He—he's not moving. I c-can't b-breathe—"
If he was just resting ... If she dared to disturb him...
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fidgeting in her skirt, Mary crept timidly across the Polynesian carpet. She stretched out a timid hand to touch her husband's back and gently shook him. "Richard, are you all right?"
He slid backwards off Mahogany, popping free of her body as he fell lifeless to the floor, his phallus still mostly erect and glistening in the flickering firelight, wet from the sexual moisture of his perfect and preferred Judgment Product.
There were froths of spittle at the corners of his blue lips and his eyes stared strangely and without blinking at nothing at all.
Mahogany screamed again, wriggling frantically in her bonds, barely able to move so much as an inch in any direction. Richard always had been good with knots.
"Be quiet," Mary told her, and the girl stifled herself to whimpers.
Kneeling beside him, Mary touched two fingers to his throat, but felt no pulse. She bent and slowly lay her head upon his chest. There was silence. He was dead, and she sat up again.
Her jealousy abandoned her, leaving her feeling wooden and completely bereft of whatever emotions loving wives were supposed to feel for their dead husbands. Except, perhaps, for a small measure of vindication. He was, after all, dead because of the toy he loved the most.
Knowing she should be ashamed for such a thought, Mary stood up. She gazed down at him for long moment, then went back to his desk. Fishing her keys from her pocket, she unlocked the bottom right-hand drawer and swung it open to reveal the concealed safe. She knew the combination, though 10
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she'd never before used it. Just in case something should happen, Richard had once told her.
She opened the safe. The envelope with her name written upon it wasn't difficult to spot. Light weight with probably no more than a sheet of paper inside, she slit the top and withdrew a list of instructions. Her mouth compressed as she read. Even in death, he thought of them first.
She untied Mahogany and took both her and China upstairs to their rooms, locking them inside. Then she dialed the number Richard had left in the instructions.
It was long distance—overseas to Italy. And to the man who answered the phone, she said, "My husband is dead."
There was only the briefest of pauses on the other end, then a voice with a heavy Italian accent replied, "What was his name?"
"Richard Blackwell."
"Hold."
Mary sat in the dark at Richard's desk, the phone held to her ear, staring at her husband in the flickering light of the fire. His penis had grown flaccid and now lay over his left thigh like a fat worm. Unappealing. She looked away.
A deeper, smoother voice came back on the line. "Mrs.
Blackwell? Your husband purchased two of my Product. Where are they?"
"I locked them in their room."
"Good. I will be there in twelve hours." He hung up the phone.
At least she wouldn't be forced to continue living with them.
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Mary called the police next. She picked up the cane and ropes. She took the tea tray back to the kitchen and ate one of the scones so the jam wouldn't be wasted. Then she sat on the stairs in the Grand Hall, staring at the front door, feeling wooden and surreal until the police, paramedics and coroner arrived.
"We were having sex," she told the two officers.
They looked at the body, lying partially unclothed on the floor, at the study, and at her.
"What happened?" one asked her.
"We were having sex," she said again. If she hadn't been so wooden, she might have been able to think of something different.
"Looks like a heart attack," she overheard the coroner say just before the paramedics took her husband's body away.
One of the policemen came to sit beside her on the stairs.
"Are you going to be all right? Sometimes it's a good idea to have a family member or a friend stay with you. Is there anyone you can call?"