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Cruel To Be Kind 
by Old Nick's Man (oldnicksman@hotmail.com)

***

A beautiful but spoilt young wife indulges in a string 
of lovers. When she flaunts her latest conquest, her 
older and boring husband decides he has to take action 
- this time it's permanent. (MF, wife, v, tor, can, 
mutil)

***

Alice was excited. Today was the day! After weeks of 
corresponding over the internet and by phone, she was 
finally going to meet him – her new lover!

She had awoken with her belly aching with anticipation. 
She knew she had been distracted at breakfast, but 
happily her husband Steven hadn’t seemed to notice. She 
had been jumpy and anxious like a schoolgirl waiting 
for her first date, but had fought hard not to let it 
show as she drove Steven to the railway station to 
catch his morning train. He would be away on business 
until tomorrow night - almost two whole days in which 
to meet and get to know Josef. 

Alice had never really understood how Steven earned his 
money, something to do with import and distribution she 
thought, but the means was far less important than the 
end, and the end was a healthy bank balance for him and 
a very generous allowance for her.

It had taken Alice nearly two full years to realise she 
had made a mistake in her marriage. Her husband Steven 
was a full twenty years older than her but at the time 
the age difference had mattered less to her than the 
multi million pound fortune he unquestionably 
possessed.

It had not been difficult for the stunningly beautiful 
Alice to make Steven fall in love with her. He had, she 
thought, been her willing slave ever since the first 
night she had allowed him into her nineteen year old 
body.

Alice had seen herself as a lady of leisure; driving 
sports cars; visiting health spas and expensive clubs 
and restaurants without the tiresome need to work. And 
Steven had been her ticket to the lifestyle she 
desired.

She had always been good looking in a rather obvious 
manner. Long slender legs, large breasts, long flowing 
blonde hair and a slim, tanned figure did much to 
disguise her equally obvious lack of intelligence.

As a result it had taken nearly two years for her to 
realise what their so-called friends called her behind 
her back, and to tire of having to comply with her 
ageing husband’s admittedly reducing sexual demands on 
a regular basis.

She had borne him two children, a boy now ten years old 
and girl now nine - both of which were at boarding 
school so as not to interfere with her Alice’s social 
schedule. And now here she was, in her early thirties, 
still stunning, still rich and bored, bored, bored!

She had taken her first lover five year ago when her 
husband’s business commitments had kept him from her 
for weeks at a time. Mike had been her tennis coach at 
the health club where she worked out at least five days 
a week. There had been nearly six weeks of hot, 
passionate sex in his small, untidy flat; in her large, 
spotlessly clean house and in hotels which Alice always 
arranged herself to avoid the risk of detection and 
because Mike was broke most of the time.

She had always known it would be a temporary thing and, 
though upset, was hardly heart broken when one weekend 
Mike sent her a text message saying he had been 
transferred to the club’s Edinburgh branch and wouldn’t 
be able to meet her again.

Alice had tried hard to be the perfect wife for almost 
a full year after that, but found herself taking 
another lover the following summer. Andy had been a 
business associate of her husband’s. Recently arrived 
from South Africa, Steven had brought Andy home for 
dinner and suggested that Alice acted as his social 
secretary for a few weeks to help him settle into his 
new role.

In fact, within two days he had settled into his 
employer’s wife’s body too and a torrid two weeks 
followed in which the two had wild passionate sex on a 
daily basis until suddenly, Andy had been called away 
on a business trip to Africa. When the news came back 
that he had been killed in a drive by shooting in 
Johannesburg, Alice had been very distressed indeed.

Her husband had tried to comfort her and finally, by 
the judicious purchase of a new Mercedes, he succeeded 
in bringing her back to what appeared to be normal.

But Alice was not to be satisfied with cars alone. 
Within a year she had found another lover. This time 
she did not leave things to chance, and signed up with 
an internet website offering to match would be female 
adulterers with perfect male partners.

Spookily also called Andrew (but never Andy), Alice had 
embarked on a three month affair with a married lawyer 
from London whose wealth could almost rival her 
husband’s. They had met almost entirely in hotels 
almost every week and had enjoyed some of the sweetest, 
most long lasting sex Alice had ever encountered. 

Recognising they had more than a sexual bond, the two 
had even begun to contemplate leaving their spouses and 
moving into an apartment in the West End together.

But Alice’s dreams of escape had been shattered when 
the Evening Post carried a front page article about a 
famous libel lawyer who had died of a cocaine overdose 
in a massage parlour, leaving a wife and three 
children. The paper speculated whether the lawyer’s 
famous energy and endurance had been chemically 
supported; an accusation his wife strenuously denied.

This time, Alice could not hide her distress, made 
worse by the fact that she couldn’t tell her husband 
anything about it. Steven noticed her strange behaviour 
and asked her many times to let him help, but to no 
avail.

After this Alice became rather wild. Her children now 
away at school, she had more time to herself and began 
to seek out replacement lovers with more energy than 
she had brought to anything in her life other than 
shopping.

She began a series of one night stands with highly 
unsuitable men, occasionally even picked up in night 
clubs in nearby towns. Her extreme behaviour began to 
attract the attention of her ‘friends’ who in turn 
began to avoid her, and being seen with her. 

But still her husband Steven appeared completely 
unaware of his wife’s increasingly rampant infidelity.

She began to dress in a less refined manner – some 
would even call it slutty – and paid less and less 
attention to her husband’s needs, both sexually and as 
a companion. Twice she forgot their children’s visits 
home from school, leaving Steven to take care of them 
on their unexpected arrival at the front door.

Finally, after a particularly drunken evening in the 
city with a man she only knew as Phil, Alice had gone 
with him to a tattoo parlour and had her clitoris 
pierced. The man, who had watched throughout, had paid 
for the gold ring – 24 carat – which had a small sphere 
on its rim bearing the letter A for Alice (and for 
‘Available’ he had joked). 

The next day when Alice woke late, she had realised her 
predicament. Apart from considerable soreness, it would 
be impossible for her husband not to notice the ring. 
She had tried to remove it but it was solidly fixed and 
anyway the swelling and pain was too great. She had 
tried to find the tattoo parlour, driving uncomfortably 
round the city without success. The one parlour she had 
dared to enter had told her nothing could be done for a 
month - she had made herself too swollen by trying to 
get it off herself.

In the end Alice had no choice but to show her husband. 
She did the best job she could, telling him how it 
would help their sex life immeasurably and how she had 
done it for him. 

Steven had seemed to believe her, and the two of them 
had made love passionately, Alice reaching a climax 
with her husband for the first time in years. She 
resolved to keep the ring in place and to be a good 
wife once again.

But her promise had been short lived. 

Less than a week later, Alice received a message in her 
internet dating mailbox from ‘Josef’. From the picture 
he sent, he was very handsome – a Russian businessman 
working in England whose wife and children were back in 
Moscow. He wanted a straightforward, no involvement 
sexual relationship and immediately Alice felt herself 
drawn to him.

Over a two week period they corresponded on a daily 
basis, exchanging photos of each other and their 
families. Josef seemed to know exactly what Alice was 
feeling and what she wanted. They talked on the 
telephone, exchanging mobile phone numbers and getting 
to know each other better until Alice decide it as time 
for them to meet. By now she was so relaxed with him 
that it seemed only natural to invite him to her house. 
After all, Steven was going away for a few days and she 
would b so bored otherwise.

And now today was the day. Alice had found it hard to 
concentrate during her exercise class at the health 
club that morning, and had taken her time washing and 
dressing afterwards. 

Trying to find the right balance between discretion and 
invitation, she had dressed in a discreet white bra and 
a tight yellow top, with a mid length skirt and medium 
height shoes. 

She wore no knickers. The thought thrilled her; feeling 
the fresh air around her vulva as she moved around the 
house.

It seemed to Alice as if time was standing still but, 
finally, the doorbell range. She almost ran to open the 
front door but, remembering her dignity. She slowed 
down in the hallway and checked her appearance in the 
wall mirror. She looked good – no, very good! She 
turned the door handle and opened the door.

On the doorstep stood a tall, dark, extraordinarily 
handsome man wearing a dark suit, white shirt and 
bright red tie. He smiled at Alice.

"Are you Alice?" He asked, his accent strong but his 
voice was smooth, low and very attractive. Alice 
nodded, her chest suddenly tight with excitement. "I am 
Josef. May I come in?"

Alice silently opened the door wide and stepped back to 
allow Josef into the hallway.

"It was difficult to find you." Josef said. "And I 
didn’t think it wise to stop and ask a neighbour."

Alice smiled, his small joke finally relaxing her 
enough to speak.

"I’m glad you made it then." She replied, her voice 
slightly giggly like a teenager’s. "Would you like a... 
a coffee?"

"I’d prefer a whisky." He said, his face a broad grin. 
Alice grinned back.

"Come this way." And she led him into the lounge, Alice 
all the time feeling her nakedness underneath her 
skirt.

She poured two large neat measures and they sat at 
either end of the long leather sofa, sipping slowly. 
Although her knees were kept resolutely together, Alice 
was acutely aware of her absence of knickers and found 
Josef’s eyes straying downwards more and more 
frequently as they struggled to make small talk, each 
carefully avoiding the one subject they both most 
wanted to get to. Josef’s eyes were large and dark and 
made Alice’s insides go warm and gooey. She wriggled a 
little on her seat; her knees parting a just a fraction 
of an inch, but enough for her to feel cool air on her 
moist vulva.

Josef drained his glass and stood it on the side table. 
Alice turned her legs towards him and with a big smile 
asked.

"Another Josef?" 

"Yes please Alice. That would be nice."

She stood up gracefully and crossed to the table to 
take his glass. She made sure she passed very close to 
him and bent over to pick up the glass rather than bend 
her legs. It was 
an invitation. She hoped so much he would realise it.

He did! As Alice brushed against his trouser leg, Josef 
extended his fingers until their tips touched her leg 
just above the knee. She paused, and his fingers, 
emboldened, began to stroke her leg. Alice turned to 
stroke Josef’s cheek with her free hand. He smiled up 
at her and slid his hand further up her thigh. Alice 
opened her legs a little to allow his hand freer 
access.

Josef took full advantage of the opportunity presented, 
He slid his hand high up under Alice’s skirt until his 
fingers brushed against her smooth, freshly shaved 
vulva. He ran the back of one finger along her slit, 
hearing her breathing, heavy and passionate, above his 
head. His finger moved slowly forwards until it 
encountered the hardness of the ring that transfixed 
her clitoris. He looked up in surprise.

"I’ve never seen one of these..." He whispered, 
removing his hand and standing close against Alice, 
whose hands lightly stroked his cheeks.

As his right hand toyed with her ring, Josef’s left 
hand sought out and quickly found the clasp at the side 
of Alice’s short skirt. His fingers expertly flicked it 
open and the whole skirt fell to the floor at her feet. 
Alice stood, naked from the waist down as Josef 
shuffled forwards from his seat until he knelt in front 
of her, his mouth moving closer and closer to her 
vulva.

Alice’s fingers wrapped themselves in Josef’s hair as 
his tongue snaked out towards her smoothly shaven 
vulva. She shivered in delight at its tip brushed 
lightly against the tip of her clitoris, held proud by 
the ring. She felt her legs open an inch, and his 
tongue suddenly dived forwards, reaching almost the 
full length of her slit.

Josef lapped at Alice’s moistening pussy like a cat 
lapping a saucer of cream – with fast, light strokes, 
but with determination. Alice pulled his head into her 
vulva with her manicured hands as his own palms cupped 
her firm buttocks. He could taste her arousal on hi 
tongue. He could smell it He felt his own erection 
straining against his trousers.

Releasing her clitoris from his mouth, Josef stood 
slowly in front of Alice, drawing his fingers up the 
back of her thighs as he rose. As his face drew level 
with hers, their mouths met and locked in a passionate 
kiss. Alice could taste her juices on his lips and it 
drove her mad with desire.

Josef’s hands immediately returned to Alice’s now naked 
buttocks and pulled her body into his. She could feel 
his erection, big and bold within his trousers pressing 
against her belly. His tongue was in her mouth and she 
sucked on it. Her hand fell to his waist, deftly 
unfastening his belt and plunging into his underwear to 
grasp the erection she knew was hidden within.

Her hand closed around a huge pole of muscle. Not long, 
but so thick she could barely hold it in her hand. She 
squeezed it; she pumped it; she lip her fingers to it 
hairy base to touch the tightly gathered sack that 
waited there.

Alice wanted to feel it inside her body. She wanted it 
now; immediately - in her mouth, in her cunt, in her 
ass, and in the darkest, dirtiest way possible. She 
withdrew her hand and broke their embrace.

Taking his hand in hers, she led Josef up the wide 
staircase, her shaven gold ringed nakedness never more 
than a few inches from his face. Her lips glistened 
with the moistness of her arousal. Which bedroom to 
use? Alice opened the door of her daughter’s room and 
led Josef towards the pink covered double bed, sweeping 
the pile of teddy bears and dolls onto the floor.

Turning to kiss him again, Alice pulled her tight top 
over her head and dropped it on the floor. 

She lay on her back on the bed covers while Josef 
hastily undressed. Alice felt her desire increasing 
more as she saw his figure. He was tall, she already 
knew, but she hadn’t expected the tightly defined 
muscles or the six pack stomach that emerged.

Josef climbed onto the bed next to Alice who 
immediately took his cock in her fingers, their tips 
dancing lightly along its length. He lay back, moaning 
softly while Alice took his mighty erection into her 
hot mouth.

It was simply huge, she thought as she opened her mouth 
wider and wider. Thick and strong and – her tongue 
lapped at the tiny lips on its end – dripping with 
precum already. Her hand cupped Josef’s scrotum and she 
played with the two full globes within. She could wait 
no longer. 

Alice released his cock and rolled onto her back, her 
legs apart. Josef recognised his cue and lifted himself 
between her thighs, the tip of his cock tapping gently 
against Alice’s puffy outer lips. Alice reached down to 
feel its strength, its size, and guided it into her 
body.

She felt the huge cock pressing against her outer lips, 
forcing them apart. They yielded easily. She felt her 
inner lips being stretched, they resisted, then gave 
way and the head of Josef’s erection burst into her. 
Alice gasped, arching her back with the shock of 
pleasure.

Then Josef drove himself deep into Alice’s vagina until 
his dark, wiry pubic hair ground against her shaved 
skin. Alice’s hands rose to his chest, his neck, his 
face. Then Josef began to thrust.

Alice’s arousal was so complete; her pussy so alive 
with desire that she began to climax almost 
immediately. Josef thrust harder and deeper into her. 
Her fingernails raked his back as he drove himself in 
and out of her spasming pussy with increasing force.

Josef’s own excitement rose quickly to meet hers and he 
began to grunt and moan.

"Suka...suka..."

Alice couldn’t understand the words, but the accent was 
creamy and erotic. She gave up any last remnants of 
self control and a tidal wave of pleasure washed over 
her.

"Fuck me...oh yes.... fuck me....oh god!..."

Until finally Josef’s cock erupted and what felt like a 
cascade of semen poured into Alice’s vagina. Josef’s 
body bucked and throbbed as his cock pumped itself dry. 
Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Alice’s face and 
she licked it enthusiastically.

When his cock at last stopped throbbing within her and 
began to soften, Josef rolled off Alice’s spent body 
and lay down alongside her, panting. It was a full ten 
minutes before either of them spoke.

"Shall I get you like a drink, Suka?" Josef whispered.

Alice grasped his arm. 

"As long as it’s not all over yet, darling." She 
replied.

"Don’t worry. I’ve plenty of plans left for you." He 
kissed her on the breasts, then rose and left the room. 
Alice could hear his naked body descending the stairs. 
She heard a ‘pop’ and the sound of glasses clinking, 
then the footsteps grew louder and Josef entered the 
room with two glasses of champagne.

He passed one to Alice whose skin was still tingling 
from the aftermath of her orgasm.

"To us?" She asked, raising her glass.

"To a new beginning" Josef countered. He downed his 
drink in two large gulps.

Alice took three to finish hers, then placed the two 
glasses side by side on the bedside table.

They lay close together, holding each other. Alice 
began to feel drowsy. She didn’t want to sleep! She 
wanted Josef again...and again... And....But the 
drowsiness was irresistible. 

What? Had there been something... in... her... drink?

***

Alice gradually awoke and immediately knew something 
was wrong. She was lying down, that was no surprise; 
but the floor beneath her was hard and cold, not the 
warm bed in which she had passed out. She was 
uncomfortable; unable to move her arms and legs. As her 
head slowly cleared, Alice became aware of her new and 
frightening predicament.

She was in her own kitchen, lying half on her side, 
half on her back on the cold tiled floor. Her mouth was 
gagged. Her arms were tied behind her. They ached 
terribly. Her legs were spread wide apart. Alice looked 
up to see her red kitchen broom tied between her ankles 
with lengths of washing line. There was something 
around her neck too, but she couldn’t see what it was. 

She was naked. She was vulnerable.

Suddenly she noticed movement at the far end of the 
kitchen where her large range-style gas cooker stood. A 
pair of naked legs was moving back and forth. She 
recognised those legs. 

Josef! What had happened to her?

"Ah! You are awake now, Alice." The heavily accented 
voice was no longer sexy. It was cold and frightening. 
"I’ll be with you in a minute." 

Alice wriggled to try and free her hands or her legs 
but it was useless. The ropes held her firmly. She 
shook her head but the gag was immoveable. She tried to 
cry out but no sound escaped her mouth.

Josef’s legs moved towards her and suddenly there he 
was, stark naked apart from Alice’s white apron that 
she used on the very few occasions she cooked dinner at 
home. He stood over her, an unpleasant leer on his 
face.

"Hello! Welcome back, Alice." He said. "It’s time you 
got up, I think. It’s much more polite to your guest."

So saying, he moved out of Alice’s field of view. There 
was a strange fumbling sound, then suddenly, with a 
huge, choking jerk, something tightened viciously 
around Alice’s neck and she was hauled violently, 
choking and gasping, to her feet. She stood, half 
hanging, half balanced, wobbling unsteadily on her 
tied, splayed feet, and trying to get her breath. The 
noose around her neck was tight and terrifying. The 
other end of the rope was looped over one of the wooden 
beams in her country-style kitchen and tied to the foot 
of her large wooden dresser.

She was utterly helpless, struggling to breathe past 
the gag that blocked her mouth. Her neck hurt terribly, 
her arms ached through lack of blood and to cap it all, 
she felt a small trickle of semen beginning to run down 
the inside of her right thigh; fear and humiliation 
together.

"You’ve been a very bad girl, Alice." Josef said in a 
voice so cold and hard that Alice actually trembled in 
fear. "And bad girls need to be punished." His accent 
was strong again and his voice smooth. He stroked her 
face. "Sukka, sukka" He crooned. Alice did not 
understand.

He ran a finger down her face, down her neck; between 
her breasts and over her navel before it dived between 
her legs. He wiped a little of the trickling semen onto 
his hand and spread it across Alice’s face.

"Pizda." He said, softly, then laughed aloud before 
turning and crossing to the dresser. Alice watched his 
back and buttocks where the apron failed to cover them. 
It would have been hilarious had she not been so 
utterly terrified.

Josef rooted in the oddments drawer that every kitchen 
contains until he found what he was looking for. 
Humming a tune Alice did not recognise, he crossed back 
to her, his step light and almost breezy. He ran the 
back of his hand over her nipples, then cupped her 
right breast with his left hand. His fingers were cold 
and her breast firmed under his touch. He bent over and 
licked her nipple, then blew on it lightly. The cold 
air made it stand firm; erect, He licked it 
again, then bent took the end of her nipple between his 
teeth. 

He pulled it back, stretching it tightly in a way which 
Alice would have found truly erotic in other 
circumstances, but not now. Josef smiled and released 
her nipple. Then, with the smile still fixed on his 
face, he took a pair of kitchen tongs from the apron’s 
front pocket and gripped Alice’s nipple firmly in its 
jaws.

Alice’s body leapt against its bonds as the fierce 
sharp pain drilled through her chest. He grunted into 
the gag and tried to wriggle, but Josef held her nipple 
tightly, stretching it as his teeth had done before. 

Alice felt tears starting to run down her cheeks but 
then froze in absolute shock as almost in slow motion, 
Josef brought his free hand over and thrust a long 
needle right through her nipple. He sprang back and 
gestured like a conjuror completing a trick.

Alice stared down in disbelief. The long, sharp metal 
transfixed her nipple, with at least half an inch 
showing on either side. It hurt her badly.

"You like to be pierced, sukka?" Josef asked. He took 
another needle from his pocket and thrust this too 
through Alice’s nipple so that they formed a cross. He 
smiled again, his eyes staring wildly.

The clock in the hallway chimed, which seemed to bring 
Josef to his senses. 

"There isn’t much time." He muttered to himself. "Lunch 
time must come early today."

Alice couldn’t begin to imagine what he meant. The rope 
around her neck prevented her from moving, her spread 
legs aching badly now though not as badly as her 
tortured nipple. She watched as Josef took her 
favourite le Creuset saucepan from the rack and placed 
it on the gas ring, which he lit.

Taking the olive oil bottle from the windowsill, he 
opened it and poured a large portion into the pan. 

"I am a man of many talents." He said. "As you already 
know, Alice."

The pan grew hotter and hotter until the oil began to 
smoke. Alice’s eyes opened wide in fear as the masked 
man carried the smoking pan towards her. She could feel 
the heat on her skin and smell the hot oil as her 
wafted it in front of her face.

Alice could not tear her eyes away from the smoking 
teaspoon as Josef held it over her left breast. The 
back of the spoon touched her flesh just above the 
nipple. There was a tiny hiss as her skin burnt and 
Alice gasped into the gag.

Then, slowly and deliberately, Josef poured the hot 
smoking olive oil drop by drop onto her nipple. It 
hissed as the skin immediately began to cook in the 
heat. Alice felt the pain stab through her like a long 
needle piercing her chest. Her knees went weak and 
bent, but the noose immediately began to tighten around 
her neck and she fought hard against her faintness to 
stay upright.

Josef took another spoon of hot oil and poured this 
onto her already wounded nipple. Again there was a 
hissing sound and the hot liquid flowed over her 
darkening nipple, around the aureole and in a long line 
down the rest of her breast. Alice could smell her own 
flesh burning – no, actually cooking in the heat. 

The pain was initially terrible and continued as the 
hot flowing oil burnt its way down the lower half of 
her breast. She wriggled as much as her bonds would 
permit. Josef laughed at her futile movements.

"It’s no use struggling, Alice." He said smoothly, 
untroubled by her pain. "We’ve got a long way to go 
yet!" He returned the pan to the burning gas ring where 
it began to smoke once again with the heat.

Alice thought hard. Her husband wouldn’t be home until 
tomorrow and wouldn’t even be able to call her until 
much later that night. Her children, away at boarding 
school, would not notice her absence for days. The 
nearest neighbours were over a mile away, and she had 
cancelled all her meetings with her few remaining 
friends for the day in order to spend as much time in 
bed with Josef as possible. 

Josef! The man she hoped and confidently believed would 
become her new lover.

Her lover! The thought brought pain to her even over 
the agony from her burnt breast. If only her mind would 
clear. If only she could have a moment to think what to 
do!

But there was to be no such moment. Josef was even now 
returning with the hot pan. Alice’s eyes wept big, self 
pitying tears as he poured spoon after spoon of hot oil 
onto her left nipple. 

Again it hissed, less loudly now, and again the oil ran 
down her breast and across her belly, burning her flesh 
along the way.

When at long last Josef returned to the hot plate with 
the pan, Alice blinked back her tears over and over 
again, barely daring to look down at her abused 
breasts. In the right one, the needles stuck 
grotesquely through like aboriginal body jewellery. 
There was blood over her skin and down her sides.

When she looked at her left nipple she fought to remain 
conscious as she realised the truth. It was dark and 
discoloured. It was deformed. It had quite literally 
been cooked by the oil and stood, attached to her but 
no longer a part of her, on top of the mound of red, 
scalded flesh that had been her breast.

Josef placed the pan back on the gas ring and crossed 
to Alice. He smiled at her, an evil, triumphant smile 
that chilled her soul. 

Then without warning, he bent his knees, lowered his 
mouth and sank his sharp front teeth deep into Alice’s 
cooked right nipple. She screamed into the gag, but it 
just seemed to spur Josef on further. He grunted and, 
with a violent tightening of his jaw, bit the nipple 
cleanly from her breast. 

He held it between his teeth in front of Alice’s face; 
her eyes fixed in true horror on the piece of meat that 
had been torn form her body. She felt faint but fought 
against it as the noose reminded her of her 
helplessness.

Looking straight into her eyes, Josef slowly took the 
severed nipple into his mouth and began to chew it, a 
look of almost ecstatic pleasure on his face. Alice 
could feel little pain from her nipple – the nerves 
endings had been too badly damaged by the hot oil and 
the burning skin of her breast was too intense. But the 
emotional pain of knowing that permanent damage had now 
been done – damage so severe and so shocking that she 
could never fully recover from this torment – was 
almost too much.

Her knees went weak again and she fell forwards against 
the noose. It tightened as her body slumped, and she 
expected to choke.

But the noose stopped tightening. It was still tight 
around her neck – painfully so – but she was not being 
choked to death. 

"Don’t think I’m done with you yet, Alice." Josef went 
on. "I’m not nearly finished yet!" He stroked his belly 
in a horrible exaggerated manner. Behind him the pan 
sputtered a little, smoking wildly.

"Ah!" He said. "We’re ready."

He crossed back to Alice’s dangling frame and, bending 
over, roughly thrust his fingers into her vagina. A 
thin trickle of blood ran down her inner thigh. The 
release gave her the strength to take some of her 
weight back on her legs.

"That’s my girl." Josef said in her ear. "Might as well 
enjoy it while you can."

He took the gag out of her mouth. Alice immediately 
screamed for help but Josef laughed.

"There’s nobody to hear you. Scream as much as you 
like. In fact..." He put his face close to hers. "I 
think I rather like it!"

"Hmm. Let’s see what’s going on down here." He said 
and, without ceremony, slipped two fingers into Alice’s 
gaping vagina. They felt rough, his fingernails sharp, 
heightened by soreness from their earlier lovemaking.

"Quite wide – you’re got a big cunt, Alice. Did you 
know that? I didn’t notice when I was fucking you, but 
now..." He pushed his hand deeper into her, dropping to 
his knees to get a better angle.

Suddenly, with a powerful upward thrust, he twisted his 
arm and rammed his entire hand into Alice’s vagina. Her 
body leapt forward in pain. His huge erection had been 
nothing compared with this terrible invasion. As her 
body struggled to accommodate the huge intrusion, so 
Josef bunched his hand into a fist, stretching Alice 
still further. She felt torn apart; violated more than 
ever before, she felt sick. He twisted his had left and 
right, watching Alice writhe and cry out with the pain, 
before each scream was choked off by the noose.

After what seemed an eternity. Josef pulled his half 
bunched hand out of her vagina with brute force. Alice 
felt her perineum tear as the fist was heaved from her. 
The pain shot through her back and spine, and she began 
to urinate slightly, a small trickle running down her 
leg.

Josef watched as the yellow liquid joined the blood on 
Alice’s shiny white kitchen floor tiles.

"Tut, tut, Alice." He grinned. "That’s a terrible mess 
you’ve made. And that means you must be punished!"

With that, he opened the blade of a cruel, shiny cut 
throat razor.

"Meet my little friend, Alice!" He said, running his 
finger down the flat of the open blade.

"Mustn’t use a blunt knife!. Every Chef knows that!" He 
said and moved close to her again.

Behind him the pan was smoking really badly, the smell 
of hot oil now intense. Josef looked Alice in the eyes 
once more, then returned his left hand to her torn 
vagina. 

Using his first two fingers, he began to play with her 
clitoris, stroking it first softly, then more firmly 
from the base upwards, slipping his fingers under her 
hood. His touch was oddly soothing after the violence 
of his fist. She could feel her clitoris swelling at he 
toyed with its tip.

"Mmmm. You DO have a large clit, don’t you?" He said. 
"Quite beautiful really! And with such beautiful 
jewellery too!" He flicked the gold ring with his 
fingertip. 

Alice, despite the pain, was puzzled by Josef’s 
intonation. Did he really say it like that? Had he 
really known about her large clit before they 
had......? Who could possibly have...

But she was not able to finish the question because 
with a gentle, confident movement, Josef took Alice’s 
swelling clitoris firmly between the fingers of his 
left hand. He teased gently it out of its protective 
hood so it stood proud, erect, he tickled it until it 
hardened in his fingers, he lowered his lips to its 
sensitive tip and kissed it lightly. 

And with a single swift, smooth motion of the razor, he 
sliced the entire organ from her body, the blade 
passing through Alice’s soft flesh like a hot knife 
through butter.

First there was shock. Then there was pain. Pain enough 
to make Alice double up – at least as far as the noose 
and ropes would allow. Then there was humiliation as 
Josef held the severed clitoris in front of her eyes. 
The pink, bloody appendage dangled grotesquely from the 
gold ring that transfixed it. 

It looked obscene – small, pale, floppy and ugly with a 
jagged red base where it had been cut from her body. 
Alice felt blood running from her body, trickling down 
the inside of her legs and onto the floor.

Before her horrified eyes, Josef licked the dripping 
blood from the angry red base of the severed clitoris, 
then placed it on a clean white plate on the kitchen 
table.

"Perfect. Just perfect!" He murmured. 

Then without another word he knelt down again and 
thrust his hands once again into the bloody mess that 
had one been Alice’s vulva. He slipped his fingers into 
her vagina, sliding them around its soft, moist, blood 
stained entrance. There was a flash of light as the 
razor swept towards her again. Once, twice it struck. 
Alice doubled over again as the pain shot through her.

When he stood again, Josef dangled her two inner labia 
triumphantly before her face. The two delicate lips 
looked small, disgusting and insignificant. Alice’s 
mouth filled with vomit. Her body had never felt such 
pain, not even while giving birth to their children. 

But much worse than the pain was the realisation, as 
Josef placed her labia alongside her severed clitoris 
on the plate, that she could never be whole again. 
There could be no pretending now. If she survived this, 
she would be permanently changed. If she survived.

But the horror became worse.

Josef picked up the plate and crossed to the gas ring 
where the hot oil was still smoking. Turning to smile 
at Alice, whose head was beginning to loll on her 
chest, he casually tossed the severed clitoris and 
labia into the pan. 

They immediately hissed and sputtered loudly in the hot 
oil and the room was filled with the smell of cooking 
meat. Josef picked up a wooden spatula from Alice’s 
kitchen drawer and began to stir the pieces in the oil, 
turning them over as they shrivelled and cooked.

Alice felt sicker and sicker as she heard and smelt her 
own genitalia frying in her own favourite pan on her 
own kitchen cooker. The smell was overpowering. The 
heat was stifling. The pain was increasing. The blood 
was dripping from her.

Alice slumped heavily against the noose, her 
consciousness fading fast.

The last thing she saw as the blackness overtook her 
was Josef’s face, deliriously happy as, one by one, he 
placed the freshly fried clitoris and labia into his 
mouth, chewed slowly, and swallowed. 

The crispy, crunchy sound followed her into oblivion.

***

It took a long time for the sunlight to force its way 
through Alice’s deep sleep and bring her to 
consciousness. She opened her eyes slowly. She was in a 
bright white room, in a white bed. There was something 
stuck into her arm. There was someone sitting next to 
her.

"Hello Alice!" A familiar soft voice whispered. Alice 
tried to turn her head but the pain was too bad.

"Keep still darling!" The voice said. Steve! It was her 
husband Steve! She wasn’t dead. She was alive! 

"Don’t move. You’re badly bruised, but you’re going to 
be alright!" Steven continued softly. "I’m here now. 
You’re safe."

Alice tried to speak but her voice was choked away by 
the pain, her emotion and the drugs. She felt ruined. 
Her body destroyed. How could anyone, let alone her 
husband, ever love her or want her again?

But Steven was holding her hand, and did not let her 
go.

She had been found the next day by her cleaner. She had 
been dressed her in old jeans, a T shirt and jumper, 
lying on the kitchen floor. Her neck was badly bruised 
and the noose was still around it. The woman had called 
her husband straight away and Steven had arranged for 
an ambulance to come immediately. Alice had been taken 
to hospital – a private hospital. 

Only the doctor and nurse who had received her, and now 
her husband knew of her true injuries. 

"It’s as if her attacker was trying to conceal her 
injuries." The doctor had told her husband. "A sanitary 
towel had been pressed between her legs, apparently to 
stop the blood from seeping through her jeans. The 
blood from her breast wounds could not be seen through 
her jumper. Now why would he do that?"

With daily support from her husband, Alice made a slow 
but confident recovery. Horrified by her injuries, she 
had hidden from her family, her friends and even her 
husband. But Steven had persevered. He had stayed at 
her bedside throughout her recovery. He had kept all 
publicity away from her. He had bought her new clothes 
which flattered her new figure.

Most of all, he had never looked at her mutilated body 
with anything but obvious, genuine adoration. Slowly, 
Alice had recovered her confidence. Slowly she had 
begun to venture outside again. Slowly, she had rebuilt 
her life.

***

A year later, a very different Alice stood in the 
shower in their en suite bathroom letting the warm 
water soak away the aches of the afternoon’s exercise 
class. She soaped her body carefully as the hot water 
ran in rivulets down her back, across her buttocks and 
into the tray. 

Even after all this time, she wondered how Steven could 
find her so attractive and want her so much despite all 
that had happened. 

Alice soaped her right breast and under her arm. The 
hole in her nipple had healed completely, leaving no 
clue as to the events of the previous summer. The same 
could not be said of her mutilated left breast which 
bore a cruel two inch long horizontal scar where her 
nipple should have been but was no longer, and the 
surgeon had excised the cooked flesh. 

Below the nipple were vertical lines of horribly 
discoloured skin where the hot oil had run down her 
breast.

She soaped her arms and legs and between her thighs, 
running her fingers over her vulva with care. Still 
ashamed at her disfigurement, Alice’s fingers felt the 
smooth depression above her vagina where her clitoris 
had once been, and the rough ridges of flesh at the 
entrance to her vagina where her inner labia had been 
sliced from her body. 

The surgeon had been skilled and had fashioned a form 
of urethra for her, but nothing could be done to 
replace the severed and now eaten clitoris and labia.

As Alice dried herself on the thick white towel, she 
heard the telephone ring. 

Steven! She thought, and ran to answer it.

"Hello darling!" His voice softly came over the 
earpiece." Had a good day?"

"Just got back from my class." She replied lightly. 
"I’ll collect the kids at four."

"That’s good. I’ll be early tonight." Her husband 
continued. "Do you fancy going out for dinner? All of 
us?"

"I was going to cook lasagne." Alice said. "But that 
sounds good."

"No! I’d much prefer your cooking, darling." Her 
husband insisted. "I’ll bring in some nice wine. See 
you later."

"See you." Alice replied. "I love you!"

And so she did. How had she ever wanted anything other 
than his sweet, gentle nature; his generosity, his 
unconditional love for her despite her deformities? Why 
had she ever looked at another man?

They made love rarely since the ordeal. Alice felt 
almost no physical pleasure from her mutilated 
genitals; no sensitivity; no climax; nothing but a dull 
pain. But she endured this pain willingly if 
infrequently in order to please her husband, the man 
she now understood she loved. In fact, Alice wondered 
if she had ever really understood what love felt like 
before the attack.

Her husband on the other hand reached new heights of 
pleasure with her as her newly shaped body twisted and 
excited him in interesting and different ways. 

Despite her discomfort, unselfishly bringing him this 
level of pleasure delighted Alice though she knew 
instinctively that she would never enjoy sex again. 

At one time, wracked with guilt, she had even suggested 
that her husband find himself a mistress to keep him 
satisfied, but Steven had refused to contemplate it, 
his love for her being so strong.

Alice knew she would never want another lover now. She 
didn’t care. She had her Steven and her family. Nothing 
else mattered.


In his office, her husband Steven replaced the 
telephone handset and sat back in his chair. Things had 
really changed. Although when dressed she was still the 
most beautiful woman he had ever known, the mutilation 
of her outer body had brought Alice a new inner beauty 
that only enhanced her attraction for him.

She had become a real mother to their children, who now 
attended the local school instead of being confined far 
away in boarding school. Her short, tight skirts and 
tight tops had been replaced with loose fitting 
designer jeans and T shirts; her high heels had been 
replaced with trainers; her long hair was now cut 
shorter in a more homely fashion; she had even put on a 
little weight, enhancing the smooth curves of her 
feminine figure. 

On the drive was a clean, new Ford in place of the 
Mercedes sports car. They ate out only once a week; 
Alice happily cooking for the family most evenings.

Yes, life was good! It had been a tough decision, but 
the right one. 

Steven unlocked the top drawer of his desk and removed 
a small jewellery box. He opened it and took out its 
contents. His fingers toyed with the small gold ring 
that he kept hidden from prying eyes. It was an unusual 
ring, obviously not intended to be worn on a finger. At 
its top was a small ball of gold embossed with the 
initial A.

Steven smiled. It had been an expensive exercise but 
well worth it. For not much more than the cost of the 
Mercedes his wife had loved so much, he had sorted out 
both their lives for the better. 

Much better!

Although Alice had now confessed all her infidelities, 
there had in truth been no need. He had let her bare 
her soul to him, and had acted the part of the shocked, 
cuckolded husband well, but little she had said had 
been a surprise. 

For Steven’s influence reached much further than his 
wife had imagined.

Frightening off the tennis coach to end her first 
affair had been child’s play. 

Arranging the South African’s shooting in Johannesburg 
had not been significantly more difficult for a man 
with Steven’s connections – there was no shortage of 
men prepared to kill 
in that city.

The lawyer’s overdose had been more difficult and more 
expensive to arrange, but Steven had correctly guessed 
that a man prepared to commit adultery with one woman 
would be tempted by another and the teenage prostitute 
he had sent to tempt the Lawyer had found it easy both 
to get into the lawyer’s bed and administer the 
cocaine.

But it had been the very public one night stands that 
had finally convinced Steven to take drastic and 
permanent action. The clitoris ring had been the final 
straw. It had taken all his immense self control to 
pretend all was well and keep Alice in the false state 
of security so vital for his main plan, but he had 
succeeded.

And it had worked almost perfectly. Better than he had 
ever imagined. Everyone was happy now!

Josef was back in the Moscow mental hospital in which 
Steven’s Russian contacts had found him. The doctors 
there were richer and happier after a visit from 
Steven’s Russian partner. 

Josef himself was happy and had another story to tell – 
if he could find anyone prepared to listen. True, 
cooking and eating Alice’s clitoris and labia had 
definitely not been part of the plan, but to be fair, 
the madman had stuck rigidly to Steven’s precise 
instructions about where her body should be mutilated. 
Alice could even now wear the skimpiest bikini without 
her mutilations showing – not that the new Alice would 
want to flaunt herself that way.

The surgeon and nurses in the private hospital to which 
she had been taken were happy and surprisingly rich 
after Steven’s visit. No mention of the incident had 
reached the papers or the police and all records of 
Alice’s visit had miraculously disappeared. 

Their two children were deliriously happy to be at home 
with a proper mother who looked after them well and 
parents who obviously adored each other. 

Even Alice herself was happier; happy to be a real wife 
and mother; happy to have a husband who truly loved 
her; happy to see more to life than the rounds of 
casual sex she had fallen into. Her old friends had 
warmed to the new Alice and no longer avoided meeting 
her for coffee or lunch. They had a real, sincere 
social life now.

And Steven was happy. 

He had nobly declined Alice’s suggestion that he find 
himself a mistress. Despite it being her idea, Steven 
knew that it would have been too much for the even new 
Alice to bear and he didn’t want his new life to be 
disrupted. 

But in a smart new apartment in the city centre, a 
pretty teenage prostitute had found her earnings 
greatly increased recently.

No, Alice would never even think of taking a lover 
again. The problem was solved. Steven replaced the ring 
in its box and closed the desk drawer, locking it 
firmly with his key.

Sometimes, Steven reflected, you had to be cruel to be 
kind! 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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