Posted by rache on August 09, 2004 at 18:22:11:
Sandy
fiction by rache
"Honey, have you seen my wallet?" My husband called from the bedroom and I frowned. We'd only been married six weeks and it wasn't always easy getting used to the difference. Like doing someone else's laundry...I had a sinking feeling in my tummy.
"Where, uh...where did you leave it, dear?" I asked innocently.
"In my jeans, the ones I was wearing yesterday. I can't find those either..." He came around the corner and looked into the bathroom where I was washing the shower tiles.
"Oh," I smiled a little nervously. "I'm washing those. They're in the washing machine."
"Did you check the pockets?" He looked at me and I looked down.
"Um, I think so, I..."
My new husband grabbed me by the arm, pulling me from the shower so that I tripped trying to get out of it, but he didn't notice or slow down. I slipped down and he dragged me along the floor, yanking my arm so hard I thought he'd pull it right out of my shoulder.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Richard, please...oh no...please!" I was crying and trying to find something to hold but there was nothing but Richard's hand.
"You're a stupid cunt, Sandy." He shook his head, dragging me down the stairs into the basement. I bumped and thudded and bruised my way down behend him, sobbing pathetically.
"I know...I know Richard and...oh, just don't...please...I'm sorry I'm so stupid!"
He threw me against the washer that was vibrating in it's spin cycle. "Shut up and find my wallet, bitch!"
I stood up weakly, wiping at my face, and opened the washing machine, waiting a few seconds for it to stop spinning before reaching in. The clothes were packed tightly against the cylinder walls and I pulled them free, looking for my husband's jeans. When I found them I closed my eyes as I felt the soggy remains of his wallet and pulled it out.
"You dumb cunt." He took it from my hands and opened it gently. Everything was terribly soaked, of course. "Choose." He stared into my face with his soft hazel eyes.
I shook my head, feeling my cheeks flushing hot and wet with tears. "Oh no, Richard please...I...I'll be more careful...I swear..." He backhanded my face hard, snapping my head back and I tasted blood.
"I didn't marry you because I needed my wallet washed, cunt." He reached out grabbing my left breast with his right hand and I gasped. "This one?"
"No, Richard, I'm sorry.." I started sobbing then.
"You're too stupid to be sorry, Sandy. Come on, it's only a tit. You don't even miss the other one do you?" He spoke gently, trying to calm me because he wasn't going to change his mind.
I shook my head, even though I missed my right breast terribly. I looked down at the soft pink scar tissue where it used to be, before I'd burned our dinner one night shortly after our honeymoon. "No..." I whispered finally.
"It's either that or...You could give up your other arm, I suppose." Richard massaged the bandaged stump where my left arm used to be. "But then it would be a real bitch just getting dressed in the morning, wouldn't it?" He laughed.
"yes." I nodded, unwilling to even try and imagine life without at least one arm.
"How about your legs, Sandy?" He looked down at my gorgeous long legs. I was so proud of them, tanned and toned. Dancer's legs and all of my skirts were short to show them off. "You could give up a leg real easy, I think."
"No, please...Not my legs Richard..." I begged him.
"Well, you get to choose anyway Sandy, what will it be this time?" He started laying out his wet money and business cards on top of the dryer, clucking his tongue.
I slowly brought a finger to my face, to my left eye, pointing silently.
"Oh, an eye? Interesting choice, Sandy. I like it. Maybe this will finally teach you to pay a little fucking attention to what you're doing." He smiled and grabbed my arm, pulling me through the door seperating my laundry room from his work room.
"Am I going to have to tie you down for this one, Sandy?" He looked at me sternly.
"I...I don't know. H-H-How will you do it?" My teeth chattered with fear as my mind filled with the realization that I was going to lose my eye.
"I'll just pry it out of there with a spoon, I think." He dug through a drawer in his workbench, finding a table spoon, of all things. "Oh, don't worry." Richard grabbed a small acetylene bottle with a nozzle on the end of it. "I'll make sure the spoon is nice and hot first, Sandy."
"I...yes, you'd better um...you better tie me down." I swallowed nervously as my husband tied me to the large X-shaped cross that stood against the far wall. It was stained with years of sweat and blood and I hated the thing.
"Afterwards, Sandy," Richard smiled, "I'll have a little surprise for you."
He strapped my head in place with a wide leather band that went around my forehead. I couldn't help but stare as he held the stainless steel spoon in a leather welder's glove while he heated it to glowing white-hot with his little blowtorch. when he approached me finally, I once again started begging. Pleading with him to stop, to find some other way of punishing me, but he just shook his head.
"You're my third wife, Sandy, and I thought you were going to be the one I would grow old with, but at this rate you won't last to our first anniversary." He waved the spoon in front of my face. "I do love you, but you're making it hard."
I screamed and abruptly stopped when I passed out from the incredible pain. The last thing I remember is feeling that awful heat cutting into my flesh like a knife into butter. I woke up feeling wet and Richard was bathing my face. I was no longer on the cross, at least.
"How do you feel, Sandy?" He asked me and I considered that. I didn't really feel anything except tired. There was some kind of ache, a deep throbbing in my head someplace, but nothing specific.
"Tired." I whispered finally.
"well, not too tired, I hope!" Richard smiled. "Time for that surprise we talked about." He stood up and told me to undo his trousers.
I sat there, looking around and finding I had no depth perception any longer, and then started fumbling with my one hand at my husband's belt and buttons, freeing his hard penis. I moved foward and took him in my mouth, hoping fervantly that he would make love to me. That his surprise would be making me pregnant. I would be safe then, I thought, like Eva, his second wife in the bedroom upstairs. She was pregnant, she was safe.
But when he pulled his penis free of my hard sucking mouth and rubbed the tip of it across the place where my left eye had been a few hours earlier, I knew he wasn't going to make love to me, at least not to my vagina. He grabbed my head in his hands and pushed the head of his cock into my empty eye socket, thrusting gently at first and I felt that dull ache become something entirely different. It started to hurt, to burn and throb and I opened my mouth, screaming as he lunged his prick into my head, fucking my skull and chuckling.
"Don't worry, Sandy, you're already so fucking dumb this couldn't possibly do any brain damage." He rocked his hips and pulled me down so my right eye could only stare at the strange image of his hard blood covered cock sliding back and forth. I felt a blinding headache starting, worse than any migraine anyone ever had and it made me sick and nauseous. I screamed and sobbed and trembled so violently I was only vaguely aware that my bladder had lost control and I pissed myself.
After Richard had cum, pumping his seed into my head, he pushed me away and I collapsed, jerking slightly and retching. It hurt so badly I could barely think straight.
"Thanks Sandy, that felt great, honey. Now get your cute little butt upstairs and see if Eva is okay." He was pulling his pants back up, smiling at me and I struggled to my feet, lurching and bouncing and tripping my way back upstairs towards Eva's room.
She looked the same, laying there with her huge swollen belly. She had no arms or legs, and her breasts had been cut off, but she had both of her eyes and she looked at me, a little haughtily. "Your eye, huh?" She shook her head. "You're a fucking retard, Sandy. Come over here and rub my tummy, it itches like crazy."
I did as she asked, sitting gratefully on the bed and massaging her 8 month pregnant stomach. She was so lucky.
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