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Copyright 1998 and 1999 by E. Z. Riter.
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Dear Reader, This is a minor rewrite of a very dark story of revenge
originally posted in April
1998. I'd forgotten about it until a reader mentioned it. I don't think
it's erotic, but it's a sex
story although it contains no sex. E.Z.
LONELINESS
The cage was twenty feet square, enclosed on all four sides and the top
by high quality chain link
fencing, anchored in concrete. The entire fence went four feet below
ground level to solid rock.
A small shed of one hundred square feet occupied a corner to serve as
her home, providing
protection from wind and weather. She had a refrigerator, a stove, a
toilet to a septic tank, and a
pump to bring water from the well. There was a single mattress. I
provided a stationery bicycle
and weights for exercise. She had a monitor and VCR to play the tapes I
left her. She had the
sun and the moon and the birds, snakes, lizards and insects to keep her
company.
Several things were missing. They were things she wanted. There was no
telephone, no lights, no
computer, no mirror to watch herself, no makeup, no clothes to wear, no
sharp objects or razors,
no ropes, no radio or TV. Most importantly, there was no exit.
It had been fifty-five days since I last saw her. This was my third
visit to her in the one hundred
and twenty days since I put Cathy in the cage.
I followed the small trail, moving the devices to hide the entrance and
carefully replacing them.
The location had been carefully selected in a box canyon deep in rugged
hills. It was desolate
country, rarely visited by humans, so desolate it wasn't even on the
route of the illegal
immigrants coming across the Rio Grande. The chances of someone finding
her were extremely
remote. I had hidden it well.
I could see the cage now as I quietly walked toward it. Cathy was lying
under the awning
attached to the shed. She appeared to be asleep. I stood at the gate
watching her. Even now, I
found her so sexually appealing, so beautiful, my heart throbbed from
wanting her.
She rolled over on the bed, her lush breasts moving invitingly. When
her eyes opened, she
blinked rapidly as if she couldn't believe she was actually seeing me.
Her eyes probably had
tricked her a thousand times into seeing someone when there was no one
to see. Slowly, she
stood and walked toward me.
The first time I came to see her, she screamed and threatened me,
berating me as she always had
since that day I first caught her with Jeff. Now, she said nothing as
she stood on the opposite
side of the chain fence staring at me. Her face looked different as if
her intelligence was
diminished. She stuck her fingers through the chain link, trying to
touch me but failing.
"Hello, David." Her voice was low and sexy, as it always was.
I said nothing. She rubbed her eyes and refocused. Had she spoken
through the fence before and
received no response?
"Did you come to let me out?" she asked hopefully.
"No. I'm going to replenish your supplies and give you two more tapes
to watch."
"How long are you going to keep me here?"
"The rest of your life."
"Please, David," she whimpered. "Let me go. I've been punished enough.
Give me papers to
sign. I'll admit what I did and ask for nothing in our divorce. Just
let me go home."
I said nothing.
"David, talk to me! Why are you doing this to me?"
Again, I said nothing.
"You're demented, David. Someone will find me! I know Jeff must be
looking for me."
"What did you see in Jeff? Why did you fuck him so openly? You knew I
loved you
desperately."
"I told you. Jeff had a big cock and I liked fucking him. He turned me
on."
"Yes, you told me you would fuck Jeff any time you wanted to. But you
didn't tell me until the
second day of our honeymoon, the day I returned to find him in my bed
with his cock in your
mouth."
She didn't blush. That didn't surprise me. She'd never shown remorse at
her adultery with Jeff
or with the other men she fucked in our bed, the big king-sized bed I
bought for us. She
shrugged.
"He treated you like a slut when I treated you like a queen."
"Well, I'm a slut. I told you that."
She turned beet red. The rage exploded in her.
She screamed at me, "Listen! I'll tell you again, you dumb bastard. I
married you for money and
social standing. I fucked Jeff and the others for sheer joy! I love
Jeff and he loves me."
Her eyes were bright, hot, burning points of intensity. Her jaw was set
as she crossed her arms
under her lush breasts, planted her feet apart and glared at me.
"I know he's looking for me. Jeff'll find me. Then I'm sure he'll kill
you! He's a lot more macho
than you are, my beloved husband."
She spat the words at me as if they tasted bad in her mouth.
"Why not marry him?"
"I wanted your money. I wanted the good life, the social prominence!
Can't you understand that?"
"Did you ever think of what I wanted?"
"Who cares what you want, what you need, you pathetic asshole!"
"I try to think of your needs, darling Cathy. For example, I know you
loved Jeff's cock."
I held up the laboratory bottle.
"Here it is, preserved forever for you in formaldehyde. I cut it off
before I killed him. It pained
him when I removed it."
"Oh, God, noooooo!" she sobbed, falling to her knees. She was shaking
as she cried tears over
her lost lover. I'd have done anytime if she once had shed a tear for
me. I enjoyed her pathetic
sobbing and would have allowed her to continue, but it was time to work.
"Put your hand through the fence."
She complied, sticking her arm through the small hole. I handcuffed her
to the fence, preventing
her interference with me. She sobbed as I opened the gate and began
unloading supplies. I didn't
want her to die of starvation. I wanted her to live forever. She
babbled as I unloaded, checked
the equipment, made a few minor repairs to her little nest. I ignored
her.
"Anything I need to know?" I asked. She shook her head 'no'.
"I checked the infrastructure. You'll be fine for two more months. I
left you two new tapes to
watch. I know you'll enjoy them. One's me with my new girlfriend.
Notice how happy she is
being with me, how loving she is. She's not as beautiful as you are.
She's not as dynamic. But
she's caring and sweet."
Cathy just stared at me blankly.
"The other is Jeff, begging me not to hurt him, screaming as I
castrated him and cut off his cock.
That's not the best part of the tape. The best part is his death. I
know you'll enjoy it, Cathy, even
though he demeans you in his last breath. I enjoyed watching it almost
as much as I enjoyed
making it."
She shook her head, as if trying to clear it of irrationalities so
great they were inconceivable.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why, David? Why!"
"Think about it, slut! Think about something other than your own cunt
for a change!"
I stared at her, feeling the anger rise, the hatred boil from deep in
me to overflow in emotions I
could not control.
"How often did I wait for you to come home when you were out with Jeff
or someone else? How
many men did you fuck besides me? How many times were you gone, only to
come home with
another man's cum dripping from your cunt?
How many times did I beg you to stay with me . . . to hold me . . . to
touch me? Even when I
was in the hospital from the car wreck, you left me in the emergency
room to go fuck Jeff. You
never came to the hospital to see me. How deep was the loneliness I
suffered, the feeling of
abandonment?
There is nothing like loneliness. Nothing as horrible, as debilitating,
as loneliness. It will drive
you mad.
And no one is as lonely as an abandoned spouse, a spouse waiting alone
while their love is
fucking someone else."
She shook her head as if trying to comprehend what was happening. I
locked the gate, then,
released the handcuff. Smiling evilly, I turned to leave.
"David, please, don't leave!" She scrambled to her feet. "Fuck me!
Aren't you going to fuck
me? You did that the last time you were here. I'd like you to do it
this time. I'd be eager to take
you. I miss the touch, the physical presence. Please, fuck me, David."
"No, thanks. I've someone new now, someone I think loves me. Who knows?
I thought you
loved me."
"Then hit me! Beat me! Anything! For god's sake, please, touch me!"
I smiled, not moving as I watched her. I turned to walk away again.
"Please, David, don't leave me! I'll do anything! Just don't leave me!
You're right! I can't stand
the loneliness! The loneliness is unbearable! Inhuman! The LONELINESS
is driving me
MAD!"
"I understand, Cathy. It drove me mad, too."
The End
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