The monster on third main line street

CHAPTER THREE

Nightmare on main line street.

Heather’s POV

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Um—there is no emergency yet, but I think my husband wants to do something terrible to me and I would really appreciate it if you guys could come here very fast.”

My breath was hard, and my heart was throbbing.

I usually see things like these in horror possession movies where a man is possessed by a demon and is getting bizarre on his wife.

"Okay ma'am, you need to calm down first. Can you tell us the state of the situation and give us your address too"?

I used the back of my hands to wipe my face and inhaled deeply to calm my nerves.

I was still under a panic attack, but I was in a better position to talk without stuttering.

“My husband choked me out earlier, and he took me to our room where he stripped me naked, and now he tied my legs to the bed.”

“Where is your husband now, ma'am?”

“He's left the room now, and I dialed the number and”

"Okay ma’am, you are doing fine…please can tell us your address so it is easier to track you.

“My address is-“

I heard his footsteps approaching the room and I immediately ended the call and threw the phone underneath the bed.

I adjusted to the way he tied me to the bed.

He came back in black nightwear, holding a big black kit in his hands.

My heart started throbbing again.

What if that box contained things he would use to chop me into tiny pieces?

“Sorry I took time, I had to shower and rearrange this box.”

He threw the box on the bed and it felt heavy. The thud alarmed me.

“What do you want to do to me?”

I said between gritted teeth, my fear turning into anger and my hands getting colder.

“Nothing much, you do not need to be scared.”

“Sure? Cause it feels like you might sedate me and kill me. Then cut me into pieces and feed me to pigs.”

He roared in laughter and moved close to me, untying the knot he used to bond me to the bed.

“I know I am a bad man, but I would never commit murder, mostly because you are not worth going to prison for. Also, i think you need to reduce the way you watch crime documentaries.”

He loosened the rope and shook my leg.

“Go and take a shower.”

“Shower?”

“Yes, I want to have s*x with you, like you requested.”

My body quivered.

A wave of realization hit me and I think that was all I needed to bounce back up.

I stood up and pushed his shoulders, almost throwing him off balance.

“Ohhhh! I see what this is about. You are doing some type of foreplay. Like all this Masochism and Sadistic bullshit.”

I spat out, my voice loud and my anger refilling through my arteries and veins.

He moved closer to me, holding out his hand and pressing it on my jaw.

I used my two hands to hold his hands, shaking from the overwhelming situation.

“Don’t you dare talk to me in that tone…understood?”

He pressed my jaw harder, and I yelled in pain and anguish.

“Did you hear me???”

He yelled at my face tightly and droplets of saliva landed on my face.

“Yes!!!”

I yelled with my last breath and nodded my head.

He let go of me and with dizziness, I regained my breath.

I came out after ten minutes, my body was deeply washed, and the room was darker.

He turned on the light on the bed frame and on the bed were some weird looking tools:

He was only putting on his nightwear trousers, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You wanted us to make love, right? Here we are.”

He pointed at the tools on the bed.

“I don’t understand what it is—“

“Shut up and come and suck my dick.”

I knelt before him and he clipped my n*****s with some sort of peg that was connected to a remote control.

“So, the rules are easy. You get one minute of deep throat o******x and two minutes resting, making one round. If you fail to comply with this, I will make it two minutes of deep throat o******x during the next round.

This was my first time doing this. He knew how much I hated o******x. Why is he making me do this?

“You know I don’t give blow jobs, Steve.”

“I don’t care. You are my wife now. You make love to me anyhow I want it.”

He pulled out his six-inch d**k and put it in my mouth, forcing it down my throat.

It tasted like skin. Just skin.

“Glup, glup!”

He went all in, and I felt the tip stabbing my throat. I immediately fell back, pulling out.

“Come take this d**k, w***e!”

He yelled, straightened me up and forced his d**k back into my mouth, and he started orally f*****g me deep throat.

I opened my mouth wider so I could breathe too.

“Arghhh!”

I felt a wave of shock in my n*****s and my boobs trembled.

“Did I forget to mention that shocking your n*****s with tit pegs was part of the punishment?”

He laughed hysterically, and I felt another surge of pain in my boobs.

It hit a part of my brain and I fell back again, and started crying.

“Please Steve, stop whatever diabolical thing this is. You know I cannot suck on a d**k and I hate pleasure from pain. Please babe, i don’t know what has come over you, but I think it needs to stop. Please, I am begging.”

“Shut up.”

He pressed the button again, making my n*****s physically vibrate, and he pushed me up from my arms.

He held my hair back and pushed my head down his d**k while pressing on my jaw so it would open wide.

“Don’t even think of pulling out till I have cummed.”

With those words, I struggled for three whole minutes with his d**k in my mouth till he came down my throat, the hot liquid burning my throat.

He stood up afterward and walked away.

“No after care?”