The Betrayal

A Branded Woman

 “Sean?” I waited for his response.

“Yes?”

“What was that noise?”

 “I was just getting the fireplace lit.” Hmmm Fireplace? I love fireplaces. I think they’re so romantic. I was trying to plan a way to have Sean and I get a nice time alone with one, but no one seems to have a real one anymore. I finished up shaving and had some nice smooth legs now. I also picked up a generic brand of face wash and washed my face. I shut the water off and wringed out my hair a bit. I looked around for a towel but couldn’t find one.

“Sean? Do I get a towel?”

“Yeah, come and get it.”

“But then I would drip water on the floor.”

“It’s ok, I’ll mop it up, now come and get it.” I got out of the shower and walked out into the room again. I turned around to find him and felt a searing pain on my butt. I could smell a horrible odor, something that reminded me of something burning. “There, Now you’re mine.”

He held up a metal rod that was still red at the end. It appeared to be in the shape of a pattern. I looked at it and realized it was backwards. It was a fancy K. I just stared at him.

“You branded me!?!?!”

“Of course, so everyone knows you’re mine!” I had no words. “But now, you need to get dressed. See that closet? It’s filled with clothes that are your size. Now go ahead and put whatever you like on but then it’s time for rest. Lay down on the couch if you want.”

 I looked at him and opened the wooden closet. It was huge. Inside were a ton of clothes. Many where very fancy and revealing. In the bottom are drawers, and on top were some shoes. I looked in the drawers. There was underwear, bras, socks, and some scarves. Sean was looking at me.

“You like?”

“I haven’t looked through it, but I don’t know if it’s my style.” I found some clothes that looked like they might be comfortable. Nothing fancy, just a pair of plain blue underwear, a black bra and some stretch pants and a button up shirt. He walked over and guided me towards the couch. I sat down but immediately had to stand back up since my butt hurt from being branded. He forced me back down and tears welled up in my eyes.

“You are going to watch TV and sleep. You’re gonna need your energy tomorrow.” He laughed and left. I got up and laid face down on the bed. I fell asleep fast. Before I know it I was waking up and rolling over. As I turned onto my backside I yelped. My butt still hurt. On top of that I was hungry and craving some fruit. Fruit sounded good. I wanted pineapple. Mmmm, pineapple. I looked around and saw darkness. Staring though the darkness I remembered I was at Sean’s house. My love’s house. The man I had hoped I would be with forever, but not anymore. As soon as I get out of this room, we are done. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I was really nice to walk again, when I wanted to. I sat down and had to shift myself because the pain was so bad. When I finished peeing, I got up to wash my hands. I looked into the mirror. My face was pale, and eyes sunken. I had small marks on my face, and I was breaking out. I wanted Dusty here. I could tell her anything, and we shared all our secrets. She could help me out of this. I could go for some caffeine too! I am dog tired. I placed my hands on my hips and a finger hit where I was branded. I pulled down the shorts and underwear and gently rubbed the forming scar. It hurt so bad my hands kept jumping away. The scar felt to take up about half of my right cheek. I turned around to try to see it in the mirror. I could turn my body around just enough. I looked in the mirror and saw a huge red area. Looking closer I saw a raised area that made a fancy K and S interlocked. Sean Kallow, clever. I guess I now belonged to him. Maybe if I was a cow! I don’t belong to anyone. I might have considered myself his. I did consider myself his, I was just not his legally, yet. I wouldn’t have minded if people knew that I was his, I didn’t appreciate being treated like cattle. I was not meant to be branded, without my consent, (I had considered getting a tattoo) bred (I thought about having kids), and slaughtered (I wished to die peacefully in my sleep). Why would he brand me? If he wanted to keep me, he should have just been himself, and not locked me in this room. Stupid Boy. Why do the people we love the most hurt us so much? I heard a door open and looked around pulling my pants back up.

“Sean?”

“I’m here. Come out come out wherever you are.” I heard the fire being started again. “Are you ready to prove how well behaved you can be? The better you behave, the more privileges you’ll get!”

I heard footsteps coming closer. My heart was beating faster, I didn’t know if the next moment would be a good one or not. I saw Sean, and he looked at me.

“You like being able to walk around huh? Well keep up the good behavior and maybe you can keep walking around” He kept walking until he reached the closet. He opened it and started rummaging through it. He took out some hangers and started opening drawers and taking things out. He walked towards me and handed the clothes to me. “This is your outfit for this morning. Put them on and meet me on the couch. “

 “Sean, I’m hungry, can’t I have something to eat?”

“After this.” He walked away and out of sight. I looked at the bundle in my arms. I picked up a black fabric. It was a pair of pants that looked normal enough. A shoe fell out. It was a three inch stiletto in bright red. I was gonna break my ankle in that thing. I set in on the ground and picked up a thong. It was bright red, matching the heels, with lace. I set them down on top of the pants. Next thing I saw was a bright red, lacy bra, with a deep plunge that also matched the heels and thong. I gotta admit, it was good stuff, and it was all in my size. He was good at picking out clothing. I lifted up the shirt and saw a black velvet V-neck shirt, that actually was my kind of thing. I started taking off the clothes I was wearing and started putting on his stuff.  I rarely dressed up this nicely, and it kinda felt nice, knowing the Sean was thinking I looked good. He didn’t say that he thought I was beautiful, hot or even pretty or cute very often. When he did though, it was nice. I think the guy I work with told me I looked hot more often that Sean. Raphael tells me I’m beautiful every once in while. He also always seems to be there when ever Sean couldn’t. Raphael is a great guy. I wouldn’t mind talking to him right now. He and Dusty are the only two people who have stuck around me. I only have my heels left to put on. I look for a place to sit and only find the toilet. So I put the lid down and sat down, strapping on those giant heels. Got one and finished up the other. I stood up but had to sit down since I was off balance. How do women walk around in these all day? I used the sink to help me stand up. I was up, ankles shaking a bit. I felt I was on ice skates for the first time, wondering how to move. I managed to wobble to the sink and look at myself in the mirror. I looked good. I mean, I don’t want to sound conceited., but I was hot! I looked out the door and didn’t see Sean. So I walked to the couch and sat down. I looked towards the bed and Sean was leaning over the fireplace, holding something. He turned around and saw me sitting.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’m almost done here.” He smiled and turned back to the fireplace. I looked around and noticed a VCR player under the TV. Why the hell does he have something as old as a VCR? Sean always wanted the newest and latest. There also seemed to be some sort of game counsel complete with controllers. Sean finally walked over. “Get up!” I did and he sat down. “Are you ready for this?”

 “I don’t know what this is.”

“It’s ok, we’ll have some breakfast after this, and the better you do, the better breakfast will be. So first off, lets warm up with a little entertainment.” He smiled and motioned to me. “You are going to give me a good ol’ fashioned lap dance.” “What!?!?! Why?”

“Because I want one, but can’t afford to go to any clubs. So your gonna give me one. You’re here anyways, and you’re dressed for it.”

“I’m not dressed for it. One, I have too many clothes on, and two, I can’t dance in these heels.” He just smiled.

“I guess that means you’ll have to stip.”

“No way, I am not stripping for you!”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to tie you back on the bed.” He stood up and I backed away. My ankle rolled and I fell on the floor in a heap. I grabbed my ankle. It was in some pain. Sean walked towards me, and I just curled into a ball. Sean grabbed me under my arms and dragged me to my feet. I tried to stand, but my ankle was in too much pain. He slapped me. “Stand up.”

“I can’t, my ankle.” He leaned down and took of the shoes.

“What chick can’t walk in heels?”

“This one!” He laughed and shook his head. He pulled me up to my feet again. I tried to put some weight on it, put it was too painful, so I leaned on the other.

“Well, I guess you don’t have to dance, but now you definitely have to stip.” I looked at him, and he just stared back. “Well? Remember you don’t, you’re on the bed again.” He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows. I looked down thinking which I’d rather do. I could degrade myself even more than I already am by stripping for this psychopath, or I could be completely at his mercy and tied to a bed. He stated reaching out for me. I strapped back.

“Ok, ok I’ll do it. Just don’t touch me!” He smiled.

“You know I’m going to touch you, you’re mine, remember?” I looked down again remembering what happened last time. “You can start now.” I looked up and nodded. Started with pulling off my shirt. He stopped my arm from moving up. “Stop! You’re doing this all wrong!”

“What do you want me to do? You said strip, so I am!”

“Ah-uh. You gotta look like you want to do this, enjoy it.”

 “How am I supposed to enjoy this, when I can barely stand, and I don’t want to be here?”

“Find a way.” He sat back down on the couch. I took a deep breath and started again. I took a step forward. I took another deep breath. I started rocking as well as I could left to right with my bad ankle. I took another step forward so that his legs were between mine, striking one side then the other as I pulled the shirt up over my head. It was almost over my head as I leaned forward. The shirt slipped over my head and I threw it to the side. I was sliding down. My chest was on his, and he was smiling. I pulled myself up, but my ankle gave out and I fell on him, a hand and my head and fell hard on his thigh. He winched but didn’t say anything. He just closed his eyes and breathed. I leaned on him and got up. I then started unbuttoning the pants and let them drop. I stepped my good foot out and stepped in between his legs this time. I tried to take my other foot out put it got stuck and I fell. I landed with my knees on the floor and face in his crotch. He jumped.

“Wait just a min and you can have it! Jeez.” He unzipped his pants and pulled it out. “Here you go!” My eyes got wide and I looked up at him.

 “I didn’t…”

 “Don’t be shy, no one’s gonna know.” He sat up and leaned forward to pull my head towards him. My face went forward mouth shut and he hit me in the nose. He lifted my chin up and brought it forward. “Come on, open up.” I shook my head and tried to get up. He pushed me down and pushed my head. I managed to get a hand up to slap him. He smiled and forced my mouth open and over him.

“Now we’re going to take a little longer since you have to be punished.” I got up and he looked at me. “You’re not done. You still have a bra and panties.” I looked at him.

“You still have everything on.” He stood up and stripped. He took everything off leaving me to see it all. He sat back down on the couch.

“You ready to finish now?” I nodded. I started swaying again and reached back to unhook the bra. I wasn’t thinking anything, just doing. It was unhooked, and I took it off one shoulder then the other. I took it off and tossed it aside. I then pulled off the panties and stood looking at him. I raised my hands and asked if that was enough. He told me to come towards him and sit on his lap.

“Why?”

“Cause I say so!” I went and sat down. I could feel him the whole time. “Ready for some real fun?” I shook my head. “No? Well that’s too bad. Let’s go.” He stood up dumping me on the ground. I grunted and attempted to get up. I managed to pull myself up, as he was motioning me to come towards him, looking angry. I limped over to him where he lifted an object in the air and struck my cheek. It burned and I could smell burning flesh again. I lifted my hand to my cheek but jumped with the pain it was in. My skin felt hot. I looked at him.