Content Warning ~ Non Consent. Taboo acts…
Update – this story was chosen by Bibulous One in his Wicked Wednesday roundup – His comment serves as a trigger warning 😉
“NO!” I told myself. “You can’t possibly chose that! It’s too horrible, too dark.” Any yet here is The Fear Factor from May More. I went back to read it two or three times to see if I had imagined just how dark it was. I hadn’t. It’s an x-certificate little horror story full of all kinds of taboo and non-consent. Read it if you dare. – Bibulous One
The Fear Factor ~ When Fear Takes Over
Psychologists say fear is all in the mind. But how would they know? As I sit here, waiting for her to come home, fear is everywhere.
In my head – thundering.
In my heart – thumping.
Shining from my eyes and sweating out through my pores.
It started last night when I returned from work.
At first, everything seemed normal, I sat and Eve knelt. Then removing my shoes and socks she bathed my feet with soap and warm water. Laying back in the chair, I loosened my tie and let the stress of the day dissipate. At that moment everything appeared as it should be. That was, until she served dinner.
Usually she’s meticulous. However, I couldn’t help but notice the vegetables were overdone and the steak tough. But I was willing to let it go.
After we’d eaten I told her to clean herself. It was time for sex and I didn’t want to deal with body smells.
She lay naked on the bed, ready for inspection. Her long blonde curls arranged around her face like a halo. I noticed the sheets had not been ironed.
“Open your legs,” I demanded, niggled by her neglect of the bed linen.
Spreading her thighs she displayed her shaved cunt. The fleshy folds were fresh and pink, her hole glistening and damp. Perfect.
I pulled the hood on to her head and taking the leather belt from my trousers cracked it across her waist. She cried out as if distressed but when I examined her cunt it was dripping. One thwack is all she needs.
Taking my trousers off I folded them over the arm chair and pulled Eve to the edge of the bed, put my hands either side and impelled her with my cock. It was swollen and ready. Her sex embraced it, clasping and pulling me in further.
What a dirty bitch.
Then she did it. Just when I was in full swing, pumping, the foreskin being pulled like silk back and forth over my dick. She took the hood off her head. As soon as her eyes found me, and saw the need, I went soft.
This was not in our agreement. Leaning forward I slapped her face sharply.
“I told you never ever to do that.”
She cried out in pain. But deserved it. We always used the mask, it was understood. Right from the start.
Eve had been alone and homeless. I’d taken her off the street. Given her some security. At first, she just cooked and cleaned for me. I like to keep things nice. Then I could tell she wanted more. Not me, her. She liked the fucking. But I had been right at dinner, something was wrong.
I cleaned up and went to bed. I was up early the next morning. Eve was still sleeping. As I gazed at her face the fear began to cruise my veins. I worked hard everyday, looked after her, she should be grateful. My eyes darted around the room. It all looked the same, yet I felt different.
I thought perhaps it would be OK again when I got in from work. And here I am, but Eve is out. She’s always at home waiting with a drink and ready to cleanse my feet.
The washing up is still in the sink. Looking at the dirty plates my breathing begins to quicken. Pulse banging in my head and my stomach is churning. Fear… Fear that everything is about to change.
The door opens. I lick my lips, mouth so dry. A drop of sweat drips onto my eyelid and I blink it away.
“Where have you been?” I stammer, looking at what she is wearing. Tight blouse and short skirt.
“Just to the supermarket,” she smiles her perfect smile and puts the shopping bag down onto the table. Then turning she looks me right in the eyes. And I can see it. Lies. All of it. The bag is simply a ruse. She has spoiled everything.
“Sit down and I can clean your feet now.”
She is not supposed to tell me what to do. I tell her what to do.
“Shopping.? Dressed like that. Where have you really been you whore.” My voice comes out in a husky whisper. I swallow to create some fluid but the fear has me in its grip. I must act.
Grabbing her by her hair I yank her head back. Now I see can see fear reflected in her eyes.
“I …. I told you Greg. My bus was late. That’s all.”
Finally, saliva moistens my tongue and I make use of it by spitting in her face.
“You fucking bitch. You have been with someone. Your mind and body have wandered. Tell me the truth.”
She begins to sob loudly. Denying what I know is true. Her body shaking. I can’t have this noise. I grab the graffer tape from the sideboard and wrap it around her mouth.
Silence. Her eyes seem bigger than ever, bulging out at me. Grabbing the scarf from her neck I use it as a blindfold then tie her securely to the chair.
As my breathing gradually slows I watch her bosom rise and fall and realise what I must do. She can not be allowed to distort my reasoning. I have to have order, not chaos.
The fog of fear has cleared and once again my mind is sharp.
I reach for the meat knife. It’s over.
Have you ever had your heart locked? You may like a flash fiction tale I wrote about it.
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May More
I must have missed this the first time May. The matter of factness of Gregg’s behaviour is so chilling. All written in cold, calculating icy prose. Bravo. xx
Not a master at his upmost, not BDSM, but terrifying at the unexpected end.
Fuck! Dark, but really good ???
I’ve written dark stuff like this too. Yours is better, which is why I never publish mine.
What a great story! The whole plot is surprising (not only the end), and the story is so effective. I love that these details came out of your head.
thanks Lexy – I must be a little warped!
Wow May, this is absolutely brilliant. Chilling, scary. Brilliant story!
Rebel xox
The others have already said so much. So I will comment myself with – I began to read faster as we approached the end because I had to know what happened next. Brilliant piece of writing, May! You are a powerhouse.
Indie xx
This is a great story! The end shocked me, but in a good way. I could tell he’s got something going on with him, but I didn’t expect the end. Love a good shock like that!
Oh this made me shudder! What a disturbing yet intriguing character, I’d love to read more from this one’s perspective!
Wow. Awesome! So many good things here!
Woah. He’s got a lot going on in his head, this one. Well done on this. You played up his personal fear and irrationality well. Poor girl met her end there sadly.
Or did she? 😉
Wow. This is brilliant. It reminds me somehow of ‘Barefoot and Bitless’ as it has the same intensity and the same compelling nature. I love the way you twist the power exchange here and the way that he needs it but can’t sustain it. Dominance is all about control but self-control is at the heart. Your twists and turns are great 🙂
That is a truly gripping tale!
Glad u thought so 😉 thanks for reading Miss S x
Holy cow, I was so surprised by the ending! You built the tension so well that I never saw that coming at all. This is the first story of yours I’ve read. So glad to have found your site.
Hey Nancy and welcome – If you like this tale you may also like this https://ifsexmatters.co.uk/barefoot-bitless/
I noticed you had subscribed – Many thanks – hope you enjoy my site, have a good look around 😉
This is some bone-chillingly evocative horrorotica. Well done.
Thanks Jayne, really happy you have read it and thanks so much for that compliment 😉 x
That was intense, May. You have written a true horror story. Your description of the knife was chilling. I’m torn with imagining what happened next.
Well, then…THAT did NOT end like I expected. Quite scary, actually. Great build to the end!
Holy crap May, that was utterly brilliant. He is bloody deranged and I loved reading this tale from his perspective. I am itching to know if something was going on with Eve or if it was just his paranoia messing with him to devastating effects. Once again, fabulously done x
Thought you would like in Floss – I deliberated about the ending – I wanted this one but thought maybe it was too much – appears not though – thanks for reading Floss x
An intriguing and a bit scary tale, leaving the reader to its own conclusions, very well done!!