Dark Pleasures

Isiah had cleaned himself up, tucked away his cock, and discarded the vibrator—signaling to Maybell that he didn’t intend to pleasure her anymore, but leave her suffering without a sexual release. But this was nothing new. He had been leaving her unsatisfied for days, and it was just another aspect of the punishment that she deserved.

And so was what happened next.

Isiah walked back in holding a large black tablet in his hands. The screen was glowing bright with the image of Maybelle’s own face smiling, next to the face of another man as he kissed her cheek.

The man was Reggie Reyborn. His chiseled face, blue eyes, and chin covered in modest stubble made Maybell want to vomit every time she saw it. Every time Isiah forced her to watch this video. The video that had their lives.

With a graceful drop, Isiah came to squat before her, his strong frame and soft cologne making her wish she could reach out to him. But he had taught her early on that she didn’t have the right to do that anymore. He decided what to give her, even if it was the simplest of caresses.

Seeming to ignore Maybell, Isiah turned his dark green eyes to the tablet, smirked, and tapped the screen. In moments, a familiar voice floated out from the powerful speakers in the tablet.

“Come on baby... fuck yeah...” murmured a strong male voice. Reggie’s voice.

And right on its heels, there came the sounds of moaning, gasping, and flesh meeting flesh, all to the irritating soundtrack of bed springs squeaking. Maybell closed her eyes, unable to stomach the sound of her own betrayal once again being shoved in her face.

God, what did I do...?

Her thoughts as fresh tears gathered, mixing with the ones created by the pain of the sex toy cutting into her.

Isiah, on his part, simply stared at the screen watching the progression of her acts, as first Reggie took her… then other men.

Five other nameless men all took turns on Maybell… as she willingly participated in it all. Suddenly, Isiah’s face curled into a horrid sneer of rage and amusement as Maybelle’s voice floated up screaming in pleasure to be fucked.

Maybell had no notion that such a caring gentle man like Isiah could summon such a demon-esque visage. With a punch of his finger, Maybell watched as Isiah fast-forwarded the video until it reached a point where Maybell’s carnal screams and the grunts of other men had reached a fever pitch. Then, with a flick of his wrist, Isiah turned the tablet and dropped it to the ground right in front of Maybell’s knees.

Maybell wanted to blanch and turn away, but she already knew the punishment for avoiding this tape would make her regret it. So, with burning eyes and clenching fists, Maybell looked at what was transpiring on the screen of the tablet… for the umpteenth time. But unlike before, Isiah wasn’t just going to make her watch the video… he had other plans for her that night.

The video was nearly half over from that point… and many of the men had had their items sucking and fucking Maybell already, but Reggie and one other nameless man had Maybell sandwiched between their thrusting, grunting forms.

The video panned in, taking note of Maybell’s sweat-drenched moaning pleasure, which was written shamefully across her face, as the two men fucked her simultaneously. Both of their cocks shoved inside her small pussy.

“You know...” Isiah softly breathed as he reached out and toyed with a curl of Maybell’s hair, twisting the lock between his long, strong fingers as he spoke. “That dildo that you swallowed inside of you for me? Well, it’s the exact same size as two cocks combined.” Isiah’s green eyes were like razors as they ran down her body, reflecting anger and revulsion. “Tell me, May, how does it feel?” He asked her. “In fact, why don’t you tell me how it felt to have Reggie and his friend double dick you down that night? Does it compare to the dildo...?”

God, please... don’t ask me about him. I don’t love him. I never did. I love you. I always have...!

Glancing down at the damning video as it played, Maybell wanted to sink into herself. Perhaps Maybell knew that everything... everything was her fault. She knew without a doubt in her guilt-ridden soul that the pain she felt and had received at Isiah’s hands the last few weeks was everything she had coming to her for ruining him. Corrupting his beautiful heart with betrayal. So, Maybell had withstood all means of embarrassment, pain... and mild sexual tortures in happy repentance. His cruelty was hers to bear... but this time... she couldn’t bear to do it.

Looking away from his smoky green eyes and the film at her knees, Maybell said, “Isiah, stop it... please stop it.”

Isiah put a finger under her chin and forced her eyes to him once more. “Stop what?” He pressured, volatile emotions coiled in his eyes and body like snakes preparing to strike. “It’s just a question, May. Besides, we never did really talk about that night... about how you screamed for them and did things that I never thought you would do.” Isiah softly ran his fingers up her throat, tracing her pulse with eyes that were growing colder and colder. So cold that she trembled. “Tell me how it all felt...” The man commanded her. “Tell me how it felt being Reggie’s girl.”

A flare of something like anger made Maybell lash out and shove Isiah away from her. His body was solid and strong, and all Maybell managed to do was hurt her hands. “No... I... won’t do that, Isiah... I won’t!” she cried, her voice choked down to a fierce whisper as she clutched at her shattering heart. “Ask something else!”

Don’t ask me about Reggie. Don’t talk about him. Let him fade... let this pain fade between us...

Maybell privately pleaded. But this was not Isiah’s choice. He didn’t want to let it fade.

Still squatting before her, Isiah shouted in her face, his face a cowl of growing demand and frustration. “I want this! I want you to tell me if you fucking liked having those dicks shoved in you! What part of it did you enjoy the most? Which man made you orgasm... How many times did Reggie cum inside you!” Isiah’s voice cracked, and the man started to tremble beside her. “Tell me!” he thundered.

Unfortunately, at that moment, Maybell realized the sad truth. For days, Isiah had abused her heart and body in revenge... but the emotions were merely a reaction to the pain. But lately, his cruelty had been growing, his anger had been growing... his acceptance had been growing. It had taken him a long time... but beyond the emotions, there was the bitter truth that Isiah had been trying to attack by attacking her.

Maybell looked into his eyes and wished she could take him into her arms, as she could nearly see his soul bleed. “No... I won’t tell you. I can’t!” she exclaimed.

Isiah hit her. A clap of flesh to flesh rang out as his hand fell across her left cheek. Maybell cried out in agony and hurt, clutching her cheek. The attack made the woman tilt over, and the toy shoved into her core shifted, releasing an inferno of agony. Maybell bowed into the carpet and started to weep uncontrollably. When she looked up at Isiah through her lashes and tears, he was staring at his hand in open horror, his expression torn between disgust and disbelief.

Maybell watched him close his hand into a fist, close his eyes, and turn away. “Get out…” Isiah softly whispered over her cries. “Leave. We’re through.”

No... NO! Please don’t send me away... Maybell thought.

Then she looked down at the image on the tablet. The video had ended at this point and jumped back to the thumbnail image of Maybell kissing Reggie’s cheek.

Feeling like she was crumbling from the inside out, Maybell held her burning cheek and choked. “I... I don’t want it to be over between us... but I can’t do what you’re asking me to do this time, Isiah…”

There was a long pause, then Isiah looked at her. “Why not? You fucked them…” he replied.

Maybell shivered at the hollow look in his eyes, hollow and suffering, like she felt. “I know I slept with them... but I only know I did it... because of the video.”

“What are you talking about?” Isiah snapped at her, stepping back.

Maybell clawed the carpet as a sudden and sharp ache below made her sway and grab at the carpet for leverage. After a moment, she managed to respond to him. “I don’t remember it, Isiah,” she explained to him softly. “I don’t remember how it felt... or even know why I did it with those men.” Maybell took a breath and shrugged drunkenly. “I mean, I know I did it because I can see myself in the video, but I don’t remember it.”

Cold green eyes gazed at her as the man shook his head in denial of her words. “No! That’s not what you said before, Maybell! You apologized when the tape came out. You said you were sorry.” Isiah sighed in frustration. “How can you not remember it?”

“I apologized because I am sorry,” Maybell panted, feeling her body flush hot, cold, then hot again. She tried to swallow and almost lost her lunch. Her head was spinning. Still, she forced herself to speak to Isiah. “I’m sorry I hurt you... I hate myself... It’s like I want to tear off my skin and dip my soul in ammonia. I feel so dirty! And I wish I could just die.” Maybell hiccuped and sobbed from emotion and dizziness. “But... I don’t... I can’t tell you about that night because I really don’t remember any of it.” Maybell leaned on her hands, shook her head, and cried out softly. “Please believe me... please, Isiah...”

“I... I...” Isiah started, then stopped, looking disturbed. He looked so torn and unsure at that moment that Maybell didn’t know what else to say to him. But she never got the chance to think up her next words as a sudden and agonizing bolt of searing agony ran across her belly and across her pelvis.

Maybell suddenly cried out, curled into a ball on their carpet, and gasped as she clutched at her stomach. “Ohhhh... it hurts,” she moaned, thrashing. “Oh God, something’s wrong!”

***

“Maybell!? Fuck!” Isiah called, his blood running icy cold as Maybell collapsed... and suddenly stopped moving.

All the anger, the resentment, the pain she had caused him... none of it mattered in that second.

Isiah rushed forward and dropped to his knees next to her, instantly feeling a fear like horror grip him as he realized that she had slipped into unconsciousness. Gingerly, he slid his arm, lifted her, and dusted her hair from her tear-streaked face.

She didn’t stir, not even a flutter of her eyes. Isiah started to shake her as his heart pounded in his head.

“Oh God, sweetheart, please...”

He weakly pleaded, patting her cheek… until he heard a strange squishing sound.

Almost too jolted to think, Isiah slid his hand down Maybell’s body and lifted the edge of her skirt.

It was clear the instant that he looked at her core that she was fatally wounded. Bright red crimson gushed down the clear sex toy sitting rammed deep inside her body, tearing something, possibly an artery, in her soft inner tissues. The fluids soaked her backside, her skirt… and even the carpet.

“Oh baby girl…” Isiah started, his hands shaking as he dropped the cloth. He made no attempt to remove the object lest he make her bleed to death there on the carpet of the room. She needed medical attention. She needed a hospital.

Isiah touched Maybell’s face, his body trembling as a mountain of guilt cut across his mind. He saw the countless deep teeth marks marring her uncovered skin and throat, and he wanted to suddenly vomit. Holding her close, Isiah started to lift her slowly from the ground, his legs shaking not from strain, but from shame.

What did I do… WHAT HAVE I DONE!