The Story of ‘A’ Part II The Journey · Part 1 (1/4)
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The Story of "A" by
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NOTE: This story may be read as a stand-alone work of fiction; however, the story development and the motivations of the principal characters will be more coherent for those who have first read The Story of 'A' (Part 1).
Chapter 1: The 'S' Word
Four years have passed since Len's first meeting with Angela. Their many visits since then have occurred against the backdrop of significant life changes. Angela is still married, but not to her original husband. She lives in South Florida, closer to her Master now. Len has actually met her new husband, a computer programmer. He is quiet, gentle and totally committed to Angela. She in turn is devoted to him. But, she continues to belong to Len. Perhaps it was her husband's occupation keeping him buried in his computer far into the night, or his trusting nature, or maybe Angela told him of – and he accepted – her unbreakable link to her Master Len. Whatever the cause, it remained the miles rather than her marriage that kept them apart between visits.
For a while, a second sub and Angela co-existed in his life, but Angela's star shown so brightly that the other relationship cooled and died, not through disharmony, but through inattention and fading interest. But that is not to say there were no problems.
Late one May afternoon, Angela arrived at Miami airport to see off her brother's plane after a visit. As he disappeared into the gaping wound at the side of the plane, she gathered her purse, book and sunglasses and, thirsty, headed for the lounge she remembered seeing as they had made their way to the departure gate.
The bar was crowded as she slipped into a tiny booth, but a waitress appeared quickly, clearing the last occupant's empty glass and napkin from the table. She ordered a Bloody Mary, not the Coke she had originally planned on, smiling wryly to herself as she imagined Len's raised eyebrow if he knew she was "drinking" in the middle of the day. Several men were standing at the bar talking and idly watching a baseball game on one of the TV sets. She recognized one of them as having been sitting across from her at the gate. Now, as then, she took note of his resemblance to someone she had seen before but could not place. For a moment, their eyes met and Angela quickly looked away. Too late. He separated from the group and approached her table.
"I know this sounds corny", he said, smiling at her, "but you look very familiar". She chuckled and said, "I was thinking the same thing." He put his hand out and said, "My name's Rolf", looking closely at Angela, trying to place where he had met her. "It'll come to me. Are you coming or going?"
" …neither, I was just seeing my brother off" she responded while accepting his offered handshake. Rolf gestured at the empty booth across from Angela, who nodded assent. Their conversation was limited to trying to narrow down where they might have met, what cities they had lived in, what places they had visited. Other than concluding that Rolf was relaxed with strangers, a bit arrogant, and used to live in New Jersey, Angela made no progress in remembering if or where she might have run across him in the past.
As she finished her second drink and glanced at her watch, she realized that their knees had been innocently pressed together in the small booth. She moved her legs to the side to break the contact and tried to signal for the waitress' attention. Seeing that she was preparing to leave, Rolf said, "hey, have one more with me; I know I'll figure out where I know you from". Angela laughed and declined, and allowed her knee to press against his slightly to signal he needed to move his legs in order for her to get out of the booth. Rolf remained where he was and pleaded teasingly for Angela to have just one more.
Finally, with a shrug, Angela smiled and agreed. As she sipped on her third Bloody Mary, Angela began to regret the decision. She was beginning to feel light-headed and then had a moment of panic when she couldn't remember where she'd parked her car. Rolf looked at her quizzically when she suddenly giggled, "oh, I don't have my car… we came by cab". She explained that after they'd loaded her brother's luggage into her car, they'd discovered her battery was dead and took a cab to the airport. She laughed again as she told him she'd been trying to remember where she'd parked. He laughed with her.
"More than two drinks and I become a dingbat", she announced wryly, noting with a start that the drinks and perhaps the continued knee contact were causing a familiar stirring between her legs… one she knew with certainty she was not going to act upon. As their relationship had deepened, Len had made it very clear to her that sex with men was to be with her husband, with him, or those he chose to share her with, only. Her days of casual flings were over.
When she finished and stood up, Angela realized she was a little unsteady and giggled as Rolf took her arm to steady her. He paid their bill and they joined the crowd flowing toward the baggage and parking areas. Rolf continued to hold her arm, steering her through the crowd while he worked to convince her that could easily drop her off safely at home, since he passed fairly near it on his way to Ft. Lauderdale.
As they left the terminal, Rolf assumed she'd agreed and confidently led her past the cabstand into the parking lot. When they reached his van, black and badly in need of being washed, Angela hesitated for a moment when he opened the passenger door. Finally, she shrugged in mock-surrender when he insistently helped her in. On the highway, Rolf lit two cigarettes, handed her one, and turned the radio to a jazz station. He had said nothing for several miles and Angela leaned back against the seat and listened to the music, grateful to be sitting since she still felt a little dizzy. Dizzy or not, she was careful to keep her knees pressed together, her sundress carefully smoothed out covering them.
When he casually rested his hand on her knee, she imagined she felt the heat of his hand on her knee through the material of her dress. He made no further move, so she remained as she was… dreamily listening to the music, her eyes half closed.
The van slowed and Angela saw that they were approaching a tollbooth. "Where are we?", she asked sleepily as Rolf paid the toll. "We're stopping for gas", Rolf told her matter-of-factly. As he filled the tank and chatted with a lean older man in overalls who seemed to be the owner, Angela took a small mirror from her purse and checked her lipstick and her hair. When Rolf got back in the van, he looked at her approvingly as he started up the engine. She smiled back and turned the radio on.
Instead of pulling out into the street, he slowly pulled the van along the side of the gas station and then turned in behind it, stopping in the narrow private alley with rusty metal drums and garbage cans on one side and a graffiti-adorned concrete wall on the other. Beer cans littered the alley, suggesting other visitors had stopped here before. Angela sat up and looked questioningly at Rolf, the alarm bell beginning to sound in her mind.
Rolf made no move toward her space, instead shifting in his seat to face her with his back now against his door. He again lit two cigarettes and handed one to her; she nervously accepted it and was about to ask for an explanation when he dropped his eyes to her lap and said, "Show!"
Chapter 2: Remembrance
As he knew it would, the single word triggered all the linkages for her. Four years earlier… sounds of the Party reaching them from the ballroom as they had stood by the swimming pool sharing a cigarette. And then, the link to hours before that, when Rolf had approached her in the ballroom, demanding that she "show". Angela flushed with embarrassment as she realized that the 'stranger' sitting in this alley behind the gas station with her had once spread her vaginal lips and peered into her, while a crowd of people idly watched her humiliation. This was very different, though: she was in a van in an alley; this was not the Party; Len was not keeping an eye on her. Now she had been drinking and was facing a situation that should never have reached this point. Rolf's smile had clearly morphed into a leer. It was now dusk. Very frightened, Angela could not help herself; she began to cry.
Her tears had no effect on her companion. "Show me your pussy, you bitch", he hissed. "And lose the maidenly act; we both know who and what you are". Angela made no move to comply until she saw his hand come up from his lap, slowly curling into a fist. "Rolf, please", she pleaded. "I'm married and…", her voice trailed off as she saw in his eyes that he was going to have what he wanted from her one way or the other. She lifted her rump off the seat, put one hand under the skirt of her sundress and pulled her panties down below her knees. Then, she turned in her seat to face him, scrunched down against the door, hiked her skirt above her waist and bent and lifted her legs to allow him an unimpeded view of her crotch. Though she had complied, she continued to sob softly, and her eyes continued to plead with him.
"Do you have the same Dom?", he asked from his side of the seat, still not touching her. "No", she lied, "I don't do that anymore. I'm happily married now". She stopped, knowing she was getting nowhere, and now resigned to the fact that he was going to have sex with her in a van behind a gas station. She knew that her greater pain would come when she tried to explain what had happened to Len. "God, he's going to kill me when I tell him… and I deserve it".
Suddenly, Rolf's hand was at her pussy lips, stroking and probing. With horror, Angela realized that her lie would be found out immediately. Rolf's fingers had come upon her pussy ring, hanging from her lower lip on the left side. Rolf turned on the inside light, bent down and turned over the metal tab to read the apparently unfinished inscription: "I belong…" As he snapped off the light, he said facetiously, "odd jewelry for an ex-sub". Angela said nothing, her face red and her eyes closed. The tears had stopped and she could feel them drying on her cheeks.
Rolf withdrew his hand and ordered her to climb in the back. She hesitated and he grabbed her right breast. Squeezing it hard enough to force a scream from her, he began to lift her over the back of the seat one hand gripping her breast and the other under her ass. She tumbled into the back onto a makeshift bed. All but one seat in the back of the van had been lowered and a mattress with a single sheet over it broke her fall. She landed on her stomach and immediately smelled cheap perfume on the sheet. She also was aware of the odors of past sexual encounters coming from the scant bedding.
Rolf stepped out of the van and climbed into the back to join her. Angela had rolled over on her back and lay still, a trapped animal look in her eyes. Without comment, he unzipped his fly and lowered himself onto her. Instinctively, Angela parted her legs and, fully dressed except for her panties, bent her legs slightly to accommodate his body between them. Rolf pushed into her and began to move in and out without a word or gesture of affection. Angela closed her eyes and tried to think of her Master, of her husband, of anything but this. But both her body and her mind betrayed her. Rolf's cock was drawing strong reactions from her pussy; she did not see it, but could feel it's great thickness and the subtle cunning with which he controlled it. Her arms were now around his waist and she found herself rising to meet his thrusts
When she began to moan, Rolf covered her lips with his and his tongue entered her mouth… probing it as insistently as his cock did her lower orifice. Soon thereafter, Angela felt the rippling in her leg and abdominal muscles that signaled her impending climax. When it came, it was shattering. She tossed her head from side to side repeating "my God, oh my God", over and over. Still he fucked her, now putting both hands under her ass and lifting her off the mattress. The now even deeper penetration triggered another orgasm, followed by several more in close succession. Angela tightened her grip around Rolf as her excitement mounted. After one more rolling climax, Angela cried out "ohhh" and went limp.
Rolf lowered her to the mattress and sat up. She looked up at him, perspiration stinging her eyes and mingling with the dried tears on her face. She didn't know what to say, and Rolf merely studied her face, saying nothing either. Finally, the silence was broken when Angela looked down and saw that Rolf's cock was standing straight up, glistening across its total length with her juices. Despite the prolonged period he'd fucked her he had not come. "You didn't finish yet?", she asked incredulously. Her training driving her, Angela bent to take the shaft into her mouth, but he stopped her and nudged her over onto her stomach.
Once there, he reached under her stomach and pulled her up into a hands and knees position. Then, pressing her chest down onto the mattress, he positioned his cock at the smaller entrance offered by her all-fours position. Angela was fully broken in for anal sex now, but even relaxing as she had learned, and pushing gently outward, her sphincter muscle protested as the large cock entered her. Len always used a lubricating cream when he took her this way, but Rolf entered coated with only the moisture left on his cock from her pussy to ease the entry.
Rolf knew that the moans he heard reflected some pleasure, but also considerable pain as he reached the end of his entry and felt his stomach against her ass. "It's too big… it hurts a lot", Angela moaned. "Please, Master, take it out for a minute". Angela had called Rolf 'Master' without thinking and they both knew what had happened in that moment. Angela was so shocked by what she had said, and the feelings that had prompted it, that she forgot the pain she felt in her ass and focused instead on the waves of guilt that were washing over her. She knew now that she would not tell Len the entire story; she could not tell him that the 'rape' might have really been seduction, and that she had been moved sexually beyond anything she could remember.
Her musings ended as Rolf took her nipple, through her dress and bra, between his thumb and forefinger and twisted the hard knob roughly. As he began to move back and forth in her ass, he intensified his handling of first one and then the other nipple. The combined assault on her nipples and her ass became so strong that Angela felt tears coming again and her moans were being replaced by sobs. Rolf seemed to ignore her response and stretched her nipple out from the breast. She screamed again, but that seemed to have no effect on Rolf's manual actions; he did, however increase the speed of his thrusts as he moved in her ass.
Finally, his roar drowned out her cries and with a final powerful thrust that flattened Angela onto the mattress, he kept his stomach pressed hard against her ass as he ejaculated deep in her bowel. Angela could hardly believe that she too was coming again, despite the fact that her pussy had not so much as been touched.
When Angela turned over and sat up, she saw that Rolf had zipped up his fly and was rolling down the window to talk to the old man who was standing at the window. She pulled the hem of her sundress down to cover her groin, but reddened again when they both laughed at this sudden display of girlish modesty. Angela knew the station owner had seen most of what happened in the back of the van.
Rolf got out of the van, and when Angela started to follow, he told her to lay down and stay where she was. Angela obeyed, and did not have to open her eyes to know that the rustling sounds and slight movement of the van that commenced shortly thereafter meant that the station owner was crawling into the van with her.
Her visit from the lank, grease-covered man was mercifully short. Aroused by the show she and Rolf had staged for him, he had pulled his pants down in preparation for mounting her. Angela began yelling and cursing at him, simultaneously kicking at his crotch. Whether it was the noise or the single on-target kick, his interest waned and he slid the door open and shuffled down the alley. Angela searched frantically for her panties, then, realizing her priorities, climbed out the door and started down the alley toward the street. As she neared the street, her confidence growing with sight of a steady stream of cars passing by, Angela became aware of a strong urge to use a bathroom.
Once this part of her nightmare ended, that would become her first order of business. Suddenly, Rolf stepped out of a shadow and grabbed her arm so tightly as to produce a numbness radiating through her arm; maintaining his painful grip, he walked her silently back to the van. Still holding her arm, he slid the door open and fished around in the glove compartment.
Without warning, Angela found herself pushed roughly against the van. A foot kicked her feet apart causing her to fall forward as her balance was jeopardized. While she stood tilted forward against the van, he pulled her hands behind her back, leaving only her breasts to cushion her contact with the side of the vehicle, and snapped handcuffs around her wrists. Rolf turned her around, lifted her into his arms, and deposited her on the mattress she had left so recently. Still without a word to her, he slid behind the wheel and quickly drove away. Angela rolled onto her side on the mattress to relieve the pain in her wrists from the handcuffs.
Her mind searched furiously for a rational defense in this crisis. No course of action she conjured up seemed to have a chance of success. Her only escape in the next few hours would come if he let her go on his own. Toward that end, Angela allowed the tears that were near the surface anyway to come out. She began to beg Rolf to let her go home. She swore to him that she would never tell about what had happened.
He remained mute and Angela accepted that seeking pity from this man was not going to work. The begging stopped and soon after, so did the tears. Rolf pulled the van into the far reaches of a huge mall parking lot. He got into the back seat and held a rubber ball with several straps dangling from it in front of Angela's face. "I'm putting this on you to keep you from bothering me with any more chatter and to make sure no stranger hears you while I'm in the Burger King… getting you something to eat, by the way." Before she could plead or comment he pushed the red rubber ball against her lips and squeezed her cheeks together. Her mouth opened and the ball was quickly half in and half out of the large "o" that was her widely stretched mouth. He secured the straps behind her head and Angela could now only utter muffled grunts and groans.
Several minutes later, he pulled into a small, well-lit lot and Angela, lying mute on her side, could tell from the smells in the air that they were near a burger joint. He left the van for a few minutes and when her returned, tossed a paper bag into the back seat. It landed on the mattress near her. Rolf told her to get on her knees and put her head over the seat. Thankful that the ball gag was coming out, Angela complied immediately and he unhooked the contraption, which she spit out thankfully.
He then started the van and waited for a clearing in the traffic to get back onto the street. "Rolf, thank you. I am very hungry… but I need to go, you know, to the bathroom." Rolf did not answer, and soon had darted the van back onto the street and into the traffic flow. Angela tried again twice over the next few minutes, but Rolf had turned the radio on again and, although he surely heard her, did not answer. Finally, the smell of the hamburger in the bag brought hunger to the forefront of her mind and she asked if he would uncuff her hands so she could eat the burger. Once again, Rolf ignored her totally.
Finally, she knelt in front of the bag and, using her lips and teeth only, was soon able to get the now cold hamburger out of the bag and onto the mattress. Not caring how ridiculous she looked tearing at the meat like a dog, her hands still locked behind her back, she ate the sandwich. Rolf glanced at her in the mirror, smiled too himself, and wove through the traffic smoothly while his cargo finished her meal.
Chapter 3: Housebound
Shortly after she finished wolfing down the meal, Angela, still on her knees, saw that they had entered a residential neighborhood of small, neat homes. They pulled into a driveway and soon the garage door rose and Rolf pulled the van into the garage. He pushed the remote hanging from the sun visor again, and the door closed behind them. Once out of the van, he slid the door back with a loud bang, and reached inside to pull her out of the vehicle. She stood silently in front of him, afraid to speak. Rolf withdrew a key from his pocket and turning her roughly, unlocked the cuffs and threw them into the open van.
Angela rubbed her wrists as he was sliding the door closed. Then, the door to the house opened and a stunningly beautiful girl dressed in a halter and shorts stepped into the garage, glanced only momentarily at Angela, and then walked quickly to Rolf. He kissed her perfunctorily on the cheek and then gestured her back into the kitchen; he followed, pulling Angela by the wrist behind him. The kitchen table was set for two and the girl, who had neither looked at Angela again nor spoken to her, went to the oven and wearing huge oven mitts, pulled something from it and brought it to the t
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