Passed Bondage

By Kelly Austin

"Why Don't You Just Leave Him"?

Russel had a way of making her feel like the most beautiful and special person in the world …

… until he lost his temper.

Trapped in an intense and volatile relationship, Angelina desperately tries to be the perfect wife, mother, careerwoman and homemaker.  But her love soon proves to be no match for her husband's obsessive desire for control, sex, and adoration.

What follows is decades of trauma, abuse, and broken promises - forcing Angie to the brink of sanity and to fear for her very life.

Who knew that being brutalized could become normal? And that living life as a "sex toy punching bag", obedient to his every fantasy and appetite, would become routine?  How do you break free from the bondage of fear when your mind and body is possessed by another?

When not even divorce can release her from Russel's unstable, violent behavior and the law is manipulated to work against her – Angie needs a miracle.

But the price of a miracle can be life-threateningly high …

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kelly Austin
• Release date: Dec 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393929307

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Passed Bondage

Kelly Austin

First published by Kelly Austin, 2020

Copyright © 2020 by Kelly Austin

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ISBN: 978-0-620-89377-0

e-ISBN: 978-0-620-89378-7

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Edited by Jo Stolp ([e-mail])

Copyedited by Tamsin Carty

Cover design: Farai Mafurirano ([e-mail])

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Contents

Prisoner

The beginning

The beginning of the end

The end

Lockdown

Mask Off

Deceiver

Same old same old

Crash

Plan C Take 6

Delight

Caught out

Déjà vu

Achievers

Unlocking

To be or not to be

Mundane

Addicted to blue

The City of Love

Chorus

The 2010

Get over it already

Climb every mountain

I do… not

How dare you

Exit strategy

Deadbolt

After the end

Lockdown lifted

Resources

Prisoner

Half asleep, unfocused, Angie padded towards the kitchen. Where the passage opened out into the living area, she froze, suddenly recognising the dim blue glow spilling into a triangle of light before her.

Not again, she thought, wearily. But instead of turning tail to bed to pretend to be asleep, she advanced another step.

Russel was standing in front of the television, hunched over, and shaking. His partial profile was a rictus, bathed in the blue light from the muted television.

Furiously masturbating to the Lingerie Edition of FashionTV, as if she hadn’t satisfied his every whim an hour ago.

She rubbed her fingertips across her eyelids. Sad, disappointed, tired. And then looked again, clinically this time.

He looked like an animal in its death throes. He looked like a beast; a slavering, mindless beast, jerking erratically as it fucked whatever was available.

He looked grotesque.

The beginning

Angie waited for the lift indicator light to count down to her floor and stepped in when the doors opened. The guy was in the lift again and smiled his polite hello when she nodded her own greeting before turning around to face the door. He must have moved into the building recently or something, they’d greeted a few times now.

We must stop meeting like this. I’m Russel, he said amiably, surprising Angie. They hadn’t spoken before.

Angie, she responded, glancing at him with a smile.

I take it you live in the building, right? he continued. On the fifth floor. I’m on the ninth.

Oh, okay, Angie replied.

It seems like we leave for work at the same time, he pointed out. I try to get out the door by half past seven, but if I run a few minutes late, I get to see a beautiful woman to brighten up my day!

Angie chuckled, slightly blushing. She stared fixedly at the LCD above the door – 2, 1, G. She nodded again before heading to the bus stop.

Hey, he called again. Can I buy you a cup of coffee sometime?

Angie laughed out loud and looked at him over her shoulder. Maybe, she smiled.

Well, au revoir, then, with a mock salute, before taking the stairs to the basement parking.

He was kinda cute, in a pale, sandy-haired kind of way, Angie mused to herself as she had a quick cigarette until the bus arrived. And a nice smile – his eyes crinkled up at the corners.

The bus had turned into their street. She carefully stubbed out the cigarette on the metal tray of the bin. The handles of her handbag slid down her upper arm, and she repositioned them on her shoulder before using the bus handle bar to hoist herself onto the step as gracefully as possible in the tight pencil skirt and high heels she was wearing.

Angie welcomed and seated the last client whose fitting was scheduled to start in ten minutes. She drifted around the showroom adjusting the outfits displayed on the mannequins, and double-checked that the pashminas were on the reorder list for Monday.

All in all, it had been a very ordinary Saturday shift, with no upsets or excitement. She’d be heading home in less than an hour. She might go and visit her parents this evening, maybe even sleep over to attend her father’s church service tomorrow.

Her parents had been married for more than three decades. They were loving, measured people, and their respect for each other was deep and abiding. Angie looked forward to finding her soulmate, too.

When the designer escorted out the previous client and welcomed the waiting appointment, Angie checked that all the equipment was switched off and covered. There had been no cash takings, so the cash-up was quick and easy. The last client had already paid her deposit.

Angie removed the tiaras and antique lace veils from the bridal display in the window, to put them away safely for the weekend.

As she was locking up the storeroom, the doorbell rang. Angie was a little annoyed about a new client coming in just before closing time, but stepped out to greet them with her usual beaming smile.

It was the man from the lift. Angie looked at him quizzically, tilting her head to the side. Hey… Russel, right? she said. Do you need a gift for your girlfriend or mother?

No, he laughed. I walked past and saw you busy with the window display, but it took me a few seconds to be certain. I thought I’d come in to say hi. You feel like that coffee yet?

Angie was nonplussed, but a bit intrigued. It was a striking coincidence, maybe even serendipitous.

I’m going to be another half-hour, she hedged, testing the waters.

I can wait for you at the coffee shop across the road? he suggested.

Okay, then, yes, Angie said. Why not?

See you in thirty, then, Angie, he replied with a gratified wink.

Oh-kay… thought Angie, watching him go.

Russel pursued Angie with a single-minded gallantry straight out of a fairy tale. Almost a decade older, there was no denying his charm and charisma. He surprised her with flowers, with picnics to all kinds of interesting places, and eventually with outings that wooed her adventurous spirit… microlighting, meandering hikes to spectacular panoramas, and, of course, dinner at fancy restaurants followed by dancing till the early hours of the morning.

When consummation seemed inevitable, it was in the bridal suite of a five-star hotel, the outsize spa bath surrounded by roses and candles which trailed back to the king-sized bed, also scattered with fragrant rose petals.

And the sex... With Russel, Angie felt transported to unknown dimensions. It was as if they went into a mutual trance. Their bodies seemed to fit together like parts of a whole. Angie was sure she could see his thoughts in her mind’s eye during those culminating moments.

Afterwards, breathing raggedly, they would awaken to reality in fits and starts, and stare at each other in amazed wonderment. They would talk quietly and caress absent-mindedly until one or both wanted more.

Angie treasured his body, and adored how he used it for her pleasure. She explored its every surface and crevice with awed fascination. She couldn’t get enough of him, and it seemed that the devotion was mutual – that he was as besotted with her physical form.

He inspired her to explore and experiment, and together they found new ways to reach their reciprocal reverie.

Russel had a way of making Angie feel like the most beautiful and special person in the world.

They soon moved in together and were blessed with their son, Luke.

The only darkness was Russel’s temper. It was sudden, unpredictable, and seemed disproportionate, no matter what the circumstance. Even small missteps could elicit biting, sarcastic responses about stupidity and clumsiness.

Then, minutes or hours later, her lapse would be forgotten, and he would hold her and kiss her and tell her how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her.

After once such fit of temper, Angie exploded too. You can’t talk to me like this! she shouted at him. "How dare you! It’s a glass of milk! How can I turn from a princess to a frog just because I spilled a glass of milk that you should have put down further from the edge!"

Russel grabbed her upper arm roughly, but she was furious. She shrugged off his grip and pushed him away with both hands on his chest. I’ve had enough of this. Luke and I are going to my parents.

She ignored his calls. But Luke missed his daddy, and Angie missed the caring Russel. Eventually, she answered.

Russel begged her to forgive him. He’d work on his temper. He’d watch his language. He’d take care of her, love her always. I love you, my beautiful Angel. You and Luke are my life. Please give me another chance.

Eventually, Angie relented. When he laid eyes on her, he swept her up into a crushing embrace, kissing her passionately. He gently touched his forehead to hers, eyes closed, tears on his cheeks. Promise me you’ll never leave me, he breathed. Angie promised.

Russel wanted to get married, although Angie wasn’t ready and in no rush. He became increasingly insistent. Sometimes, when he woke up at night, he would repeat his entreaty.

Promise me you’ll never leave me.

It was as if he had awoken from a nightmare and needed the reassurance before he could rest easily.

Angie would hold him, and soothe him, and promise him, and usually they would become hungry for each other and banish the nightmares by making love.

But not always. Sometimes it seemed he woke only to secure the promise.

The beginning of the end

I wake up when Russel touches my face gently. I sleepily open my eyes, half-smiling, and he kisses my lips lingeringly.

Good morning, my beautiful Angel, he murmurs before another quick kiss. Merry Christmas!

I smile at his mood and cup his jaw with one hand. Merry Christmas, my honey, I reply, and return his kisses.

His fingertips trail down my neck and caress the outside curve of my breast, languorously skirting the areola on the slow, teasing journey down my body. His thumb glances against my nipple, but his hand moves down while his head descends to nudge the tightening bud with gentle lips and teasing tongue.

His hand cups the curve of my hip, sliding under my bottom to lift me and move me closer to him. His erection snaps to attention at the touch of my skin, and my nipples respond in kind.

Russel raises his head to kiss me again. My newly abandoned nipple reacts to the cool air, while the other tingles as the fiery lines from nipples to crotch pulse ever more electrically.

The intensity of the kiss increases as our passion grows. Tongues probe and play, each wanting more of the other, from the other. When I must stop to breathe, Russel pulls away to gasp for air too. We stare at each other penetratingly, our knowing, our history, our hearts twisted together into a rope of deep soul connection.

You’re just so fucking gorgeous, my hottie, Russel smiles with warm lust. I’m the luckiest man alive.

I reach for the velvety hardness of his penis. I tickle down the length of the shaft with two of my long-nailed fingertips, payback for his teasing touch, before wrapping my hand around it to stroke it rhythmically, firmly, just the way he likes it.

Russel inhales, eyes closed, appreciating my expert knowledge of his body for a blissful moment.

Then, his gaze sweeps my body with half-closed eyes. From my toes, up my legs, lingering on my hips and groin long enough to put his now-idle fingers to work.

His fingertips move over my hips, into the sensitive hollow between my thigh and belly. My stomach quivers tautly beneath his touch as he traces down to my inner thigh, and up to cup my mound where his fingertips revel in my wetness.

He strokes my soft folds, sliding and teasing. Parted fingers with individual agendas each wreak havoc in the slow rhythm of his caress, before teaming up to penetrate my most sensitive self with their dextrous hardness.

Satisfied with the ongoing activities, Russel’s gaze travels from my pelvis to my navel as he resumes his admiration of my body. My hips move in time with the thrusts of his fingers and my own ministrations on his engorged penis.

My belly button is a new starting block for his tongue, which leaves a trail of coolness on the skin under my ribs, meandering towards the neglected nipple. He makes up for its abandonment with abandon.

I buck my hips when Russel counterpoints a stint of rhythmic sucking with a pulling bite on my nipple. His eyes dart to my face, grinning at me around the maddened nubbin still caught between his teeth. My eyes are closed, but they open, glazed with heated passion, when he releases my nipple.

He plunges his fingers into my slit for a parting thrust before lifting his hand to my lips. I lick his fingers and suck on the middle one for a moment before he returns his hand to his own mouth.

He sucks each finger clean, in turn. You taste so sweet, my Angel, he says, before moving to kneel between my parted thighs. I lift my feet to his chest, hips tilted to receive his hardness. My dripping wetness makes a guiding hand unnecessary; my aching core wants fulfilment now.

We both scream in a strange animal harmony as our bodies become one. My feet edge over Russel’s shoulders as he leans towards me, thrusting with slow, relentless strokes. He cradles one leg against his shoulder, steadying me and freeing his other hand to cup and caress my one breast, squeezing its fullness and clamping its nipple hard between his fingers.

As Russel’s rhythm accelerates, he moves his hand to my throat, encircling my neck with his fingers. As his ecstasy builds, his grip tightens, until I struggle to breathe.

Baby, I gasp, my throat, be careful…

He lets go immediately, and grips my hips to thrust harder, deeper…

Faster… I moan, the oxygen high and my building orgasm banishing all thought, my only reality the rock-hard penis and the radiance it pulses throughout my body.

Devoid of anything but sensation, I wail my frustration until my orgasm tips over the precipice and the wail becomes a scream. Russel’s penis swells before he, too, thuds home to his release. Together, but each isolated in our own sensory tsunami, we ride the earthquake of our orgasms in a trance.

Frenzied movement gradually subsides to ragged breathing as reality coalesces around me. I share a sated smile with Russel, who disengages and scoots up the bed to pull me into his arms.

I nestle my head on his shoulder, smelling his skin, coated in a sheen of sweat. He nuzzles the top of my head, breathing in the scent of my hair.

I just love cumming with you, my Angel, Russel murmurs into my ear. Thank you for loving me. I love you with all my heart. Always have, always will. His tone is gentle, loving, pensive.

I tilt my head back to look at him. I love you, too, my honey, I reply solemnly. Shall we call room service for some breakfast before the next round?

Nope, we can’t, Russel countermands, and sits upright.

What…? I say, surprised. On a lazy holiday? Aren’t you hungry?

Well, yes… he admits, reconsidering for a moment before shaking his head. But we have to jump into the shower. I have a surprise for you, a special surprise.

We take a shower together before Russel goes to the balcony to make a phone call.

I inspect my face in the mirror. I apply my makeup, blending the foundation on my jawline gently. I check for Russel’s reflection before taking a painkiller.

Russel and Angie waited in the lobby of the imposing five-star hotel for only a minute or two before a porter beckoned to them that their transport has arrived.

Russel smilingly refused to give away the agenda. An overnight stay at one of Dubai’s luxury hotels was a pretty impressive surprise already, and Angie was bemused and curious when the porter guided them towards a golf cart.

The driver greeted them politely as they hopped on. The trip wasn’t long enough for him to say much else. He brought the golf cart to a stop and wished them a fantastic day.

Russel stepped off and turned, ceremonially offering his hand to Angie. She smiled and accepted it to step down, too.

Russel held her hand and looked into her eyes earnestly. I love you and I cherish you, he said in a low, serious voice. I hope you like your surprise.

For a moment, he reminded Angie of a shy boy timidly presenting a gift, suddenly certain that it would be scorned. Since she had no idea what the gift was, she smiled encouragement and said, Well, let’s see it, then!

They walked hand-in-hand for a few minutes until Angie realised that they were heading for Dolphin Bay.

Russel’s surprise was a swim with the dolphins. Angie had wanted to do this for years, and she turned to look at him with wide shining eyes. Really?

He nodded excitedly, grinning mysteriously, and walked faster. She kept up by almost running.

Why aren’t I more excited? she asked herself. This is the surprise of a lifetime. My dream is about to become reality!

A group of people were issued with wetsuits and flippers, and they all kitted up. The odd, plastic smell of the wetsuit material made Angie realise how soon she’d meet a real, live dolphin, and the anticipation became excitement.

The group attended a short briefing about the conduct required while interacting with the dolphins. The trainer explained the rules, which were mostly for the safety of the animals, but included some that related to the personalities of the individual dolphins. Angie listened to the biographies of the remarkable creatures with growing impatient elation.

Finally, they moved through to the ‘Bay’. The massive pool was edged by a wide, shallow shelf, where the visitors were divided into groups of six. Angie kissed Russel. Thank you, my love! she said, overcome by a strange numbness. He taints happiness, she thought sadly, without letting her smile slip. Almost any other day, this would be a beautiful surprise.

Only the best for my Angel, Russel replied.

Four stunning mammals swam into view, one heading for each group. Angie steered her mind away from last night and focused on the happy whistles of the dolphins as they greeted their guests.

The excited visitors surged towards the edge of the shelf, each group crowding closer to its host dolphin. The trainer supervising Angie’s group introduced Lexy, who remained in the deep area while offering her nose and flippers for caresses and kisses, clowning and showing off, and smiling her infectious alien smile all the while.

At last, it was Angie’s turn to slip into the deeper water and cavort with the dolphin one-on-one.

Enjoy this wonderful experience, girl, she told herself, closing her eyes for a moment. This is something you’ve dreamt of doing for years.

Angie suddenly felt calm and felt an electric pull between herself and the gorgeous creature. It was almost as if Lexy understood her disturbed emotions and offered peace and joy.

Overcome with elation at the spirituality of the encounter, Angie could not hold back tears. She hugged Lexy, and when the dolphin kissed her cheek, she nuzzled back.

I really do forgive Russel every single time, Angie realised, a thought that flowed, almost unnoticed, from the profoundly moving moment. How do I do that?

Lexy offered no answer but tranquil empathy and gentle touches.

Angie returned to broader reality when a trainer requested that all the guests retreat onto the shallower shelf.

Once everyone was more or less lined up, the trainer asked for volunteers for the final interaction. Every single visitor’s hand shot up, Angie and Russel’s no less enthusiastically.

To Angie’s thrilled delight, she was called forward.

The marine trainer held up a coloured plastic hoop and explained to Angie. I am going to throw this ring for our beautiful friend to catch, and she will return it to you. When she does, you should accept the hoop from her, and reward her with a piece of fish from this bucket.

Super fab! agreed Angie, nodding impatiently, with a huge, excited smile.

The trainer tossed the toy out over the water, and one of the dolphins executed a snappy flip as she snatched it, before smugly swimming back, loving the applause. She held it up to Angie.

Attached to the hoop by a length of ribbon was a diamond ring. Shocked and confused, Angie didn’t react until the dolphin bumped her hand impatiently.

Angie quickly recovered, hiding her shock, and took the rings from the dolphin. Still unnerved, she fumbled the morsel of fish before she was able to present the treat. Is this Lexy? Angie wondered, but she couldn’t be sure. Suddenly, the alienness of the