The Message

By Gillmore Huns

When I first met this girl it was only going to be a one night deal. She was married and had a kid (not with him) her husband was going away for the day and agree to loan her out (on bondage sites this happens more than you would think) when I dropped her off I figure that was the end and I would never see her again. When I got her message hey its kitten from the other night I just left my husband. I would like to see you again. I was looking forward to fucking her brains out more.
At first when she told me about her past she would refer to the farm as her uncles farm not wanting to let on to what it really was.
The night she told me about it, everything about her came together.
I wanted to help her and I was. No matter what you get from this story, I did help her a lot. When I get met her, when she would have night terror she would push me away and, hit me in her sleep. The longer we where together she actually start grabbing a hold of me, and asking me to help her. What you are about to read is a true story I have changed the names but, that is it. It doesn`t even seem real even to me. To spite the fact I live threw it. Not everything is in order but you`ll be able to tell where everything is when you read it

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499016567

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Copyright © 2014 by Dr. Gillmore Huns.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2014908701

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 1

The Start of the End

I t was Sunday, February 2. I just got home from work, and all I wanted to do was to take a shower and go to bed. Before I did, I wanted to check my e-mails. I saw an e-mail from the dating site I was on at the time. When I opened it, I saw that it’s my ex-girlfriend’s page. After reading the update she posted, I got pissed and sent her a message—that’s when it all began.

Her update said, I’m a dirty whore who loves to be tied-down, beaten, and used by as many men as possible. I’m a plain slut, and I am free for use 24/7. Can be used at a party by groups, or one on one. No need to use names, just call me whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever you like. I was so mad because while we were dating, she had told me about this guy who had her before that would beat her and have his friends use her however they wanted. She had been kidnapped a few times when she was still with me, and when I would get her back, she would be covered in black and blues. I had told her time and time again that I would fight and die to keep her safe if I needed to. I told her I love her and she me. So when I read this, I figured that everything she told me was a lie.

My message to her read, What the hell, Jamie? Is everything you ever told me a lie?

The message I got back was not what I expected.

You must be the guy who she tried to run away with last time. Well, she came crawling back to me, and now she’s locked in her cage where she belongs. Never message me here again.

My mind started racing. I wanted to curse him and demand her back, but I knew that wouldn’t get me anywhere. I sat back and remembered all the great times Jamie and I had—the first night we met was a warm July night.

I picked her up at 1:00 a.m. in a church parking lot. On her first profile, she said her husband/master was going out of town for the night and agreed to loan her out, but she would have to be back in the morning. Oddly enough, that was pretty normal for this site. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw her walking slowly in the opposite direction. I parked my car and grabbed her, slamming a ball gag into her mouth, and then I tied her hands behind her back. The look on her face was one of terror, something I wasn’t used to.

No matter, I drove her back to the hotel and walked her into the room where I stripped her naked, tied her feet behind her head, and then fucked her hard. When I finished, I untied her then asked her if she wanted some water. She was still not able to look me in the eye or even in my direction.

She shook her head and said yes. There were two plastic cups in the bathroom. I filled both of them and gave her one. She looked at me and her eyes lit up. She took the cup from me with both hands and thanked me for it.

I noticed she had some cuts on her back. I laughed and said I’m in to cutting too, and I showed her my arm where I have an upside-down cross, and below that, it says fuck god. She looked over and smiled then told me, That’s cool, but I didn’t want mine. I did not want to push her in to telling me anymore. After all, I was only there to fuck her. We get back to having fun; we must have had sex twenty times that night. Before the night was over, she left a wet spot on the bed the size of a pillow.

I joked how much she smelled like coffee. She told me, Well I had to find a way to stay up till you got here. It was so hot that night; I was sweating so bad I was afraid I was going to drown her.

Somehow she was freezing cold and would cover herself with the blankets every chance she got. We didn’t sleep that night. It was the most fun night I ever had. Finally, reality snapped back. That’s when I came up with a lie to get to see her again.

I told