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to me, it practically killed me to hear her own self-loathing
for getting herself caught in Samuel’s
web. I asked her—because I had to or it would kill me not
knowing—why she stayed with him, and it boiled down to fear and
doubt. Samuel preyed upon the perfect woman for his sick plans. He
showed Cat how good it felt to live with the comforts we all take for
granted. A soft bed, a warm home. Food in her stomach. She told me
he’d often go weeks ignoring her, and during those times, her
life was fine. She lived it as she wanted, so she reasoned to herself
it was a penance she could handle.
I thought penance
was an interesting word for her to use, and I had to wonder why she
thought of herself as a sinner. Personally, I think she’s
an angel. And while she never came out and said it, I got the feeling
that Cat was fearful of Samuel. Not sure if he threatened her, or
implied he’d do something, but Cat had said something to the
effect of “for my safety, it was best to just toe the line”.
Regardless, our talk
came around to The Silo again, and I gently prodded at her as to why
she continued to go there once Samuel died.
“You were free,” I told her. “Why come back to the
place he made you do those things?”
Where he got his fucking saggy nuts off—metaphorically speaking
since he couldn’t
get his little dick up—watching his wife get fucked over and
over again by multiple men.
Burns me the fuck
up. Don’t
get me wrong… a good gang bang when a woman is consenting and
receiving pleasure from the depravity of it all is awesome, but the
thought of Cat doing it and not enjoying it… not sure I can
handle that thought.
What she told me
about that left me unsettled. Not sure if I’m
supposed to feel good or bad about it, but it’s weighing on my
mind.
When I asked her why
she still came back after Samuel died, she was quiet a moment, and I
wondered if she was remembering back to a few nights after his death.
She was at The Silo and told Bridger that Samuel was dead. He, in
turn, let a select few of us know. We circled her protectively,
wondering what she wanted and how we could help ease her sadness. She
ended up choosing several men to fuck her—present company
excluded. This wasn’t
all that unusual, as there are, after all, many men from which she
could have picked.
At any rate, she
went into one of the rooms that housed a stockade Bridger had built.
After she was locked up tight, she took cock after cock with a
satisfied smile on her face. It was one of the hottest things I’d
seen and I thought she needed it to take her mind off her sadness.
Turns out…
she was celebrating, and she told me as much in answer to the
question I had posed.
“Because
sometimes I liked it,” she admitted in a soft voice.
I think she was
ashamed, so I validated her. “There’s a lot to like about
The Silo, babe,” I told her in a firm but gentle voice. “Sex
there can be exhilarating and beautiful. There’s nothing wrong
with what we do there.”
I felt the movement
of her nodding in agreement. “Many
times, I loved it… loved the rush and the feeling of being
wanted. I don’t fake my orgasms, so you know I’m turned
on by much of that stuff. But I also hated a lot of stuff.”
“I can
imagine,” I consoled.
“But if you
really want to know why I went back,” she continued. “It’s
because Samuel loved those gang bangs. His favorite thing was to
watch me take it over and over again with no ability to say no to any
of those men. He liked me stripped of control. But that night…
even though I was locked in the stockade, it was my choice to do
that. I chose which men fucked me, and then I said when it was over.
I had all the control. I hoped Samuel was rolling over in his grave,
looking up at me from the burning pits of hell when I called a stop
to it all.”
I was blown away by
those words, and haunted at the same time that something as simple as
being able to say “no”
could have such a big
for getting herself caught in Samuel’s
web. I asked her—because I had to or it would kill me not
knowing—why she stayed with him, and it boiled down to fear and
doubt. Samuel preyed upon the perfect woman for his sick plans. He
showed Cat how good it felt to live with the comforts we all take for
granted. A soft bed, a warm home. Food in her stomach. She told me
he’d often go weeks ignoring her, and during those times, her
life was fine. She lived it as she wanted, so she reasoned to herself
it was a penance she could handle.
I thought penance
was an interesting word for her to use, and I had to wonder why she
thought of herself as a sinner. Personally, I think she’s
an angel. And while she never came out and said it, I got the feeling
that Cat was fearful of Samuel. Not sure if he threatened her, or
implied he’d do something, but Cat had said something to the
effect of “for my safety, it was best to just toe the line”.
Regardless, our talk
came around to The Silo again, and I gently prodded at her as to why
she continued to go there once Samuel died.
“You were free,” I told her. “Why come back to the
place he made you do those things?”
Where he got his fucking saggy nuts off—metaphorically speaking
since he couldn’t
get his little dick up—watching his wife get fucked over and
over again by multiple men.
Burns me the fuck
up. Don’t
get me wrong… a good gang bang when a woman is consenting and
receiving pleasure from the depravity of it all is awesome, but the
thought of Cat doing it and not enjoying it… not sure I can
handle that thought.
What she told me
about that left me unsettled. Not sure if I’m
supposed to feel good or bad about it, but it’s weighing on my
mind.
When I asked her why
she still came back after Samuel died, she was quiet a moment, and I
wondered if she was remembering back to a few nights after his death.
She was at The Silo and told Bridger that Samuel was dead. He, in
turn, let a select few of us know. We circled her protectively,
wondering what she wanted and how we could help ease her sadness. She
ended up choosing several men to fuck her—present company
excluded. This wasn’t
all that unusual, as there are, after all, many men from which she
could have picked.
At any rate, she
went into one of the rooms that housed a stockade Bridger had built.
After she was locked up tight, she took cock after cock with a
satisfied smile on her face. It was one of the hottest things I’d
seen and I thought she needed it to take her mind off her sadness.
Turns out…
she was celebrating, and she told me as much in answer to the
question I had posed.
“Because
sometimes I liked it,” she admitted in a soft voice.
I think she was
ashamed, so I validated her. “There’s a lot to like about
The Silo, babe,” I told her in a firm but gentle voice. “Sex
there can be exhilarating and beautiful. There’s nothing wrong
with what we do there.”
I felt the movement
of her nodding in agreement. “Many
times, I loved it… loved the rush and the feeling of being
wanted. I don’t fake my orgasms, so you know I’m turned
on by much of that stuff. But I also hated a lot of stuff.”
“I can
imagine,” I consoled.
“But if you
really want to know why I went back,” she continued. “It’s
because Samuel loved those gang bangs. His favorite thing was to
watch me take it over and over again with no ability to say no to any
of those men. He liked me stripped of control. But that night…
even though I was locked in the stockade, it was my choice to do
that. I chose which men fucked me, and then I said when it was over.
I had all the control. I hoped Samuel was rolling over in his grave,
looking up at me from the burning pits of hell when I called a stop
to it all.”
I was blown away by
those words, and haunted at the same time that something as simple as
being able to say “no”
could have such a big
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