Content Notice ~ This story is fiction. Be warned it is told in a slightly tongue in cheek way even though violence is depicted.
You can read this as a stand alone story or come back next week for the next part…
Crazy About You
My husband, Digger Smith, has always said women go crazy at times because of their hormones and I was no exception. I knew it was true. A week before the bleeding my head was fit to burst with maddening thoughts swirling through my mind. Of course during an episode I felt quite rational. It wasn’t until a few days later that I could see I’d behaved badly. Harbouring paranoid feelings.
One day he came home from the tarmac company where he worked and I glanced at him from across the room. I felt unnecessarily suspicious. Was that lipstick on the front of his T-shirt?
“Nah, Gill, it’s bloody ketchup. Had sausage and chips down the Duck for me lunch. So don’t get a cob on and go into one.”
But I always did. On this particular occasion I jumped in the car, effing and blinding, and took myself off to the local. When I say local I mean it was the nearest pub. We lived in the sticks – a tiny cottage on the edge of a farming village. So the nearest bar was a good three miles away.
I got so drunk and let some bugger chat me up. I could only see red before my eyes. Crazy red. So I didn’t object when he dragged me out to the back alleyway and bent me over someone’s garden wall. Then yanking down my knickers he rammed me for a couple of minutes. It was raw, hot and quick. When he pulled out I realised he’d not put a jacket on. Damn. I took the pill – certainly didn’t want kids but I also didn’t need an STD. I’d behaved irrationally and wasn’t proud.
I left the Volvo in the car park – couldn’t risk the police pulling me over – and began the hike home. I kept trying to put it all out of my mind. What I’d just done. But that was difficult to do with the bloke’s jizz dripping down my leg as I walked.
Back at the cottage Digger smelled the semen on me. Smacked my face so hard I had a black eye for over a week. Good job I was drunk as I didn’t resist the force of the whack and fell in a heap on the floor. He’s a crazy bastard. The next day I was in agony but I suppose I deserved it for pushing him so far. I mean, he’d always slapped me around a little. You know a shove here and there but never hard enough to leave a mark.
After that he went quiet on me for nearly a month. Spent a lot of time in the spare room. I could tell he was up to something. I hoped he was working on one of his projects. He often acquired an obsession about something or someone. Last year he set up a camera focused on the gate, convinced the postman was trampling on the flower beds.
I certainly didn’t want us to split because of what I’d done. It meant nothing to me and besides when the hormones were not giving us grief we were good together. Always fancied him like crazy. When we first met I couldn’t resist his super cute grin.
Finally, after about a month he suggested we have a special night in together. Wine, good food – he would cook. I put on a figure-hugging dress that complimented my voluptuous curves. His favourite from my wardrobe. I noticed he seemed to be filling my glass more often than his, but I thought he was simply being generous, spoiling me to say sorry for dishing out the silent treatment. I’m not one to turn down another glass of anything really so after dinner I promptly sat down on the sofa drunk again, and fell into a deep sleep.
I vaguely remember Digger carrying me to bed. Well I thought that’s where he put me. I was comfortable and didn’t even open my eyes.
Next morning when I did I couldn’t believe what I saw. Where I was.
The spare room – in a fucking cage!
I looked around trying to compute what was going on and figure out my surrounds.
Square bars.
Sized about ten foot by twelve.
Small bed on one side.
A porta-loo in the corner.
Table with an office chair at the back.
Not only that I had a collar round my neck with a chain. The end was attached to a ring soldered onto one of the bars of the cage. I tried to open the door but the padlock was secured.
Shutting my eyes I shook my head in dis-disbelief. I opened them to the same sight. Yes I was locked in a cage. I nervously began to laugh. Surely this had to be a joke? When I shouted out to him, he immediately appeared.
“Woken up have ya?”
“Yeah come on Digger. Lemme out. What’s going on?”
“This is about you being a cheating, crazy slut. From now on you stay in ‘ere. Can’t get into any trouble that way. You’re my bitch. I married you and I’m going to start taking care of you properly. I should be the center of your world, nothing else. So think on that while I go to work.”
He walked out slamming the spare room door. I started shaking the bars like some crazed babe from a movie. But he was gone. No one would hear me. Laying down, my head throbbing from a hangover, I noticed he’d left some juice and a sandwich on the table. I didn’t have any workmates to miss me. Between jobs. So there was nothing for it – I had a nap and then ate my lunch.
When Digger came back from work he showered and opened the cage door. I started yelling at him hysterically demanding he unlock the chain from my collar.
“You’re a crazy mother! You can’t do this to me! Bloody lunatic!” I screeched, lashing out at him. My nail caught his face and immediately he retaliated.
His fist met my lip and feeling the warmth of trickling blood I fell back on the bed. Digger came over, grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulled out his cock and shoved it down my throat. Paying no mind to my split lip. He was hard. Excited from the sight of the red stuff and the fact I was his captive. It only took a few jerks before a warm jet of fluid filled my mouth.
His cum mingled with my blood. He explained I’d get another black eye if I didn’t swallow the lot. Nearly gagging on the sterile, bitter taste, tears staining my cheeks, I looked up to him smirking down at me.
“Now that’s why a man has a wife. Sleep well Mrs Smith.”
With a clink of the key in the lock he was gone.
On to Bars ~ part two...
If you would prefer to read some romance then I have that too 😉
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May More
Sheesh! Nothing ‘likable’ about any of the characters thus far – looks like another ‘dark tale’ by May!
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(These comments are being typed as I read all 5 parts – I’ll only press ‘post comment’ after I’ve read all 5 [if the above is still appropriate])
Looking forward to part two. It seems like these two quite deserve one another.
Oh geez. That was definitely an intense piece. It’s one that makes you a bit nervous reading but you keep reading anyway.
This one has caught me again. I don’t want to read but also I do. Very clever. I look forward to seeing where you take this.
Thanks Missy – I have a few ideas but it is still all quite fluid at the moment. It wont be a long series thou x
Wow!! I’m speechless.. it was really good and kinda nerve wracking all at once. Kinda scared to admit I really liked it because of the suspense.. onto Part Two!
(Somehow I missed this in my feed? I’m glad to have caught it now ?)
Glad you liked it – part two is a little easier on you 😉
This is great May – a little different from your usual – but some of the ‘May’ traits I recognise: the very real dialogue, the internal monologue as she weighs things up, the “roll with the punches” attitude, you even make quickie sex sound fun! (Not usually my opinion!!) Looking forward to part2
Oh yes Posy said it well about your style May Love the narrators internal thoughts in this one. You’ve left us with quite a cliffhanger, looking forward to the rest.
Woah…. I’m looking forward to seeing where this is leading!!
P.S I’ve nominated you for a Sunshine Blogger Award ?
https://jupiterslair.home.blog/2019/07/10/sunshine-blogger-award-nomination/
Thank you so much- though I have no idea what that award is – I will check it out x
I am totally intrigued by this, May! can’t wait to read the next part.
Rebel xox
Oooh May. What a fine tale you weave. I’m definitely coming back for more next week, can’t wait to see how this unfolds 🙂
At this point I know kinda the story line and what sort of character she is but the rest is still hazy – so we both can wonder about how it will unfold lol x
No romance necessary with this one, May. You crafted a fine story, beginning, middle and thank God no end, yet. Very visual. I loved the line shaking the bars like some crazed babe from a movie. One word was out of place for me… I don’t think this character would have used ‘super cute grin.
This is the May More Writing I crave… Yer Pal
TY Elliott – I know what u mean but u have to wait for her character to unfold. There is a different side to her. But as always I value your input 😉