Please Note - This is the final chapter and a direct continuation from previous chapters of Power Versus Submission. All characters are 18+ and this is a work of fiction. It explores some darker themes including non-consent and dominance/submission, if you aren't likely to find such content arousing or if such content offends you please don't read any further. Thank you to everyone that has written to me with their opinion on how it should finish, I've tried to please as many of you as possible.
CHAPTER 6 - COST
David sat across our dining room table from me our laptop open in front of him with bank statements spread out neatly either side. He was ashen faced and stony eyed painfully aware by now of my betrayal yet only just learning of the money Tahlia had taken from us. I'd never seen David cry before, maybe at a funeral once of an old Uncle of his, but all our parents are still alive so nothing had ever really moved him to actual tears. Not until the one true love of his life couldn't control her desire to submit to a teenaged schoolgirl bully.
He was trying so hard to keep it all together as he looked up from the screen to me,
'How could you do this to us Robin? Aren't we soulmates? For life? Why couldn't you just talk to me? We chat about everything. Or at least we did until now.'
David stopped to slowly inhale. His lip quivered, my actions had hurt him so deeply,
'You know you've ruined our lives don't you?'
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I woke up with a start.
I probably would have sat up and taken a deep breath just to make sure I was awake and not still dreaming . . . if I could. But I knew I wasn't dreaming now. The pain in my shoulders and knees was becoming difficult to bare as I lay on the floor of my bedroom with my hands tied behind my back attached by an old stocking to my ankles also tied together. Shandi had insisted tying me in this hogtie as she called it. She went on to explain that I might be a puppy to Tahlia but to her I am a pig and should be trussed up like one.
David was soundly asleep on the couch. Well asleep might not be too accurate. Unconscious more like it. Up in my bed snoring loudly was Shandi and one of her stripper friends. Their lewd outfits strewn across the floor of my loungeroom confirming they are both stark naked in my bed. I couldn't help but think one of the first things I'd do once they left was to change my sheets. I was naked too. Still not allowed the privilege of clothing as per Tahlia's instruction before she left last night with my daughter and her gang in an Uber to god knows where paid for on my account.
Shandi and the stripper that had come home with her had helped David out of our car as they stumbled up our driveway together before dumping him on the couch. He was so drunk, half laughing, half sleeping as his head lolled loosely from side to side before the girls laid him down. Shandi was drunk too but she was still very aware of what she was doing as the girl who had obviously driven them home got a pill out of her bag and slipped it to David to 'help him sleep'.
As for me, well I have to say I was relieved when I heard his car pull in.
I'd been laying on my bed worried sick about everything that was happening but still too cowardly to get dressed even though Tahlia, Denny and Flea had left with Carly over an hour ago. I edged while I lay there trying to convince myself to do as Mistress Denny says and to trust them. Trust these teenaged criminals that had infiltrated not only my life, which I had admittedly invited them in to, but also infiltrated the lives of my daughter and my husband as well as our bank accounts and statements. There was not a thing that Tahlia didn't know about me.
But with that familiar sound of my husband's car pulling into the driveway always came some relief. It was a signal that the man of my house was home safely, or home from work, or had simply just come home, that everything was okay and every single day I could barely wait to see him. That's just the type of marriage and relationship we have, or used to have anyway. Before tonight his arrival also signalled something else which I had only just started to recognise since I submitted to Tahlia, when David was here things seemed more normal. Normal in the ways they used to be before I allowed my fantasies to seep into my reality.
Tonight I knew he was bringing home Shandi but when you've been married as long as we have I think you do come to lean on each other through times of crisis. I was hoping maybe we could have a quick cuddle as he come in the door before Shandi might even notice. Then when I first glimpsed him, that hope, as well as any feeling of relief, was shattered. He hadn't come home safely, he had been drugged and assaulted, everything was not okay, and there wasn't the usual sense of comfort and normality I had enjoyed whenever I saw him for decades now.
These woman (not girls) these woman had effectively disabled my husband to the point where he was wholly reliant on them even to stand upright. I watched them bring him inside from my hallway while trying to hide my nakedness from them all. That was before Shandi called me out to laud my husband's uselessness all over me. They called me over to watch while they sullied his unconscious body with their dirty stripper moves. They never removed his clothing but they gyrated their crotch over both his lifeless cock and then his face teasing their victory over this humbled man. Tonight these girls were predators and they had brought home their prey to show off what they had done.
They were clearly mocking me, showing me what they had done to my protector. The man of my house. How they had turned him into a sex toy for their amusement. They made me turn on some music and watch while they danced together in my loungeroom, fondling one another, kissing and undressing like I was watching one of their shows at the club. The girl I didn't know constantly with phone in hand found our liquor cabinet and had me pour them drinks. Then they switched on our television and used my credit card to buy some pay to view pornography while they cuddled on my couch slyly whispering to one another while my husband lay in a drug induced sleep beneath their sexy little asses.
At times they would grind their pussies on his torso, masturbate themselves using his clothing and the natural bumps and curves of his body while they watched lesbians on the screen. Eventually Shandi would say she needed to see something more edgy and had me get my laptop. In no time that was hooked up to my television and the next video started. I was barely surprised when my own naked body presented itself to them on the screen dragged out of the toilet by Flea before being beaten and exposed in that first professionally produced video Tahlia had made of me.
They watched Dani rape me as well. They'd pull David up by the hair trying to get him to watch too but whatever pill they had given him was working well. Watching that video brought the worse out in them. Shandi had me kneel before her, take off her stripper heels and rub her sore tired feet while she reminded me of all my secrets, the things she knew about, the things that would ruin my life if people at my work found out, the things about my infidelity that David was yet to discover and hopefully never would. The things that she knew would make me submissive to her. I knelt and listened as the other girl tied my hair into a ponytail then I obediently crawled into my bedroom while Shandi rode me like a horse using my ponytail as reigns.
I laid down on the floor and let them tie me up in exactly the way I am now. I opened my mouth obediently for Shandi to stuff a pair of Carly's worn underwear inside then I listened to them have sex for the best part of an hour before they exhausted themselves and fell asleep. It must have been when I drifted off myself. But now I was awake again and alert. Alert enough to realise I may be able to trust Tahlia and Denny to lead me as their submissive, to allow them access to David and Carly, to enhance all our lives. But what I had overlooked was that I couldn't trust Shandi. She had no reason to make me feel safe the way Tahlia did. She clearly had access to drugs and for all I knew was a hardened criminal inside my house. I didn't sleep a wink for the rest of the evening.
Unfortunately I had a clear view of the digital clock in my bedroom from where I was tied and gagged. Who knew time could move so slowly? It was near enough to 3am when the girls fell asleep and just past eleven in the morning when the first of them stirred. Bright sunlight flooded our bedroom and for the past few hours I envied imagining what the people outside that window could be doing.
Those who were free, enjoying this beautiful sunny Sunday morning. The women and men at their favourite café enjoying their late breakfasts. The young couples out simply walking their dogs. The joggers and power walkers making full use of the beautiful gardens and pathways that graced the suburb where I lived. I made up my mind for what seemed like the hundredth time since I first submitted to Tahlia, no way was I going to be owned by anyone. My family was perfect in every way before all this. It was worth fighting for.
But in between time I couldn't stop looking up at my bed, at those Girls, thinking how much power and control they had over me, my body traitorously becoming aroused at the thought of not only my own real life Girl bullies but also of the imaginary bullies all featuring in the fake made up stories I had read on the internet, the ones where fictitious Women found themselves in my position their only mercy the imagination of the writers that created them. My body tingled despite everything, despite my drugged husband, despite my total loss of control, despite my fear and anxiety and my desire to return everything to normal. That part of my brain, that part where the wiring had gone amiss and created this sex addict, was always active and cared not for the safety or well-being of either my husband or my daughter.
Shandi's friend was first to rise, her only acknowledgment of me was a smirk as she looked down while stepping over my prone body. She padded out to my toilet totally naked (had she no pride?) before disappearing to check on David who was apparently still unconscious. As she climbed back into my bed she leaned over to Shandi and kissed her, she whispered loudly and deliberately enough for me to hear that she had given him another one and that he would sleep for a few more hours yet. In response Shandi lifted my sheets for the girl to crawl underneath and parted her legs.
'There's no better way to wake up piggy. You'll be doing this for me soon enough.'
Her voice was clear and happy and full of desire and clearly directed at me.
'In fact there is one thing better, that's when the person between your legs giving you pleasure while they get nothing in return is only doing it because they're being forced to do it. That's what you will be doing for me.'
