Saturday, July 2, 2011

First story I've finished



This is the first story that I've finished and I'm rather happy with it. The only warning I'll give is that it contains some nudity, violence, and brief strong language.

Pink Begonias

“Hey, wait, stop, you forgot something,” Chris yelled as he ran after the mysterious woman with red hair.
She was walking fast and was already a block ahead of him. He could see her black umbrella bobbing through the crowd as she walked. After chasing her for four and a half blocks. His wiry legs were aching from running in his suede oxfords. He decided that running in oxfords on wet sidewalks was something he would never do again. As he ran, the heavy rain soaked through his suit making his shirt cling to his thin chest. 
The red-headed woman turned a corner, Chris followed running as fast as he could through the crowd. His thick brown hair stuck to his brow and dripped rain down his face. His suit, thoroughly soaked, weighed heavily on his shoulders. He rarely wore suits, he only wore it today because he had an interview at the Morning Star. He knew that he would never make that interview if he continued chasing this woman. He began thinking that maybe he should just stop at the police station and drop the woman’s purse off. It looked expensive. The purse was real alligator, bright red, and was obviously designer: even fashion ignorant Chris could see that. He rounded the corner that the woman had turned and could see that she was only a few yards ahead. 
“HEY LADY, WAIT,” he yelled. 
She stopped and turned. Chris ran until he was about five feet from her and stopped. His mouth hung open in both exhaustion and awe. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, flawless pale skin, small nose, large green eyes, long-thick eyelashes coated with dark black mascara, a perfect rosebud mouth painted red, and the perfect Marilyn Monroe hourglass figure. She wore a tan trench coat, a floral scarf, and bright red patent leather pumps. 
“Ummm, uh, you left this on the train ma’am,” Chris finally managed to stammer as he shoved the purse at the beautiful woman.
“Why thank you,” the woman said with a sophisticated southern accent. 
Chris imagined her dressed as Scarlet O’Hara descending the staircase at Tara. 
“I guess I owe you a reward for being such a gentleman, running five blocks and all just to return my purse,” she said with a seductive smile and a look of innocence that made Chris think things one shouldn’t think about complete strangers.
“It was nothing, really,” Chris said, blushing and thrusting his hands deep in his trouser pockets. 
“Oh but you ran so far and your suit is wet and your shoes are ruined and I bet you had an important meeting to get to.” She said with a grin and a slight tone of condescending sarcasm that Chris missed. 
“I didn’t have anywhere important to be,” Chris said as his blush deepened. 
“Really, you are such a fine young gentleman.”
 Chris blushed more if that was even possible. 
“At least come to my house and dry off.” She said seductively. 
“Really?” He said as his voiced cracked. 
He had graduated college a month ago but his voice still cracked every now and again. “Really, my house is just up ahead and it’s the least I can do for such a nice young man as yourself.” She said sweetly. 
“Umm, ok, if you are sure it’s no trouble,” Chris said politely. 
“Of course it’s no trouble, I just love to entertain,” she said. 
“Would you mind holding the umbrella so we can both walk under it,” She asked coyly. Chris gulped like a cartoon character, “Sure.” 
He grabbed the umbrella and held it over both their heads and walked on the outside as any gentleman would. She put the bag on her wrist and looped her arm through his. They walked for a few minutes in silence. 
“Here’s where I live,” She announced. 
They stood in front of a beautiful townhouse with a red door. They approached the door and she fished her keys out of her bag. With a graceful sweep of her hand, she unlocked the door. She walked into the front hall.
 “Come on in out of the rain,” she beckoned seductively. 
As Chris stepped through the doorway, She removed her trench coat revealing a black silk dress that hugged her curves seductively. Chris’s mouth fell open in amazement.  Overhead, an ornate chandelier hung in the hall making the beautiful woman’s red hair glow. The woman sashayed down the hall towards a staircase, her red pumps clicking on the hardwood floors. 
“Wait here, I’ll go get you a towel and something dry to wear.” She purred. 
“What?” Chris asked stupidly. 
“You can’t stay in those wet clothes,” She reasoned. 
“Ummm, why not,” Chris asked shyly drawing his jacket tightly across his chest. 
“Why not? “One you’ll catch your death in those wet clothes, two you are dripping all over my floors and I’m not about to let a dripping, shivering, diseased ridden man sit on my white sofa,” she teased. 
Chris looked at the widening puddle he was standing in.
 “Oh gosh, I’m sorry ma’am, I’m so sorry. “If you get me a towel or something I’ll dry this up right away.” 
She smiled, and began to climb the stairs, “That’s exactly what I was planning on doing.” 
Chris blushed at his own stupidity. 
While alone, Chris decided to examine his surroundings a little. He looked up and down the illuminated hallway at the pictures and paintings lining the hall. A console table sat against the left wall with a large vase filled with pink begonias placed in the center, with small crystal and silver curios arranged at the base. Everything seemed normal but extremely expensive. 
He heard her footsteps as she approached the staircase. She gracefully descended the stairs. 
“Here you go,” she handed him a towel that had a navy blue silk robe with white piping along the lapel folded neatly on top of it. 
“The robe should fit you, it’s a gift for my brother back in Georgia and he’s about your size, maybe a little taller.” 
“Um, thanks,” Chris said. 
He stood at the base of the stairs looking at her. 
“Well, aren’t you going to change,” she asked. 
“Right here, in front of you?” Chris blurted out bashfully. 
“Sure, I don’t care I’ve seen many men naked you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, at least I hope not,” She said flirtatiously. 
Chris turned a shade of red not too dissimilar to a fire engine, “I, um, I can’t change in front of you, It wouldn’t be proper, we haven’t been properly introduced, not that, that would allow me to change in front of you...,” Chris rambled. 
“Oh my, I’m just forgetting everything today, first my purse now my manners, my name is Charlotte. “And what is yours?” 
“Ummm, Chris,” he stammered. 
“Chris, that’s a good name for you, you look exactly like a Chris, is it short for Christian or Christopher,” Charlotte asked with a slight toss of her red hair. 
“Uhh, it’s just Chris,” he replied shyly. 
“Really, huh, I’ve never met just a Chris before, it’s always been short for something,” Charlotte said thoughtfully. 
“Anyway, you’re still dripping and shivering, so go change,” she said maternally.
“But,” Chris started. 
“No buts, there is a powder room right behind you, you can change in there, and I promise I won’t peek,” Charlotte said teasingly. 
Chris went into the small room and began taking his clothes off. As he began to take his pants off, the door creaked open causing Chris to jump and bump into the wall making a terrible racket. 
“Are you ok in there honey,” asked the disembodied manicured hand of Charlotte. “Yeah, I’m uh fine,” Chris said sheepishly. 
“Well, that’s a comfort at least, hand me your wet things and I’ll start getting them dry,” Charlotte offered. 
Chris slid his pants down and handed them, his shirt, and coat to her. Charlotte examined Chris’ clothes. 
“Umm, Chris?” 
“Yes,” replied Chris. 
“Darling, are you sure you gave me everything,” Charlotte asked with a bemused air of concern in her voice. 
“What do you mean,” asked Chris confused. 
“Just checking, ‘cause I have a coat, a shirt, and a pair of trousers here, and umm, how do I put this delicately, are you going commando,” Charlotte asked. 
Chris turned bright red, “Why do you ask?” 
“Well, judging by the dampness of your trousers I’d say that anything under them is just as likely to be sopping wet,” Charlotte reasoned. 
Chris looked down at his white briefs that had become translucent and cemented to his body, his last remaining item of clothing. He thought whether it was better to catch a cold from wearing extremely wet undergarments or to be pretty much naked in front of Charlotte. 
The manicured hand reemerged into the tiny bathroom with the index finger forming a hook. “Chris, I can hear you thinking all the way out here, quit thinking about it and hand ‘em over,” Charlotte prodded. 
Chris starred at the hand. Finally, he cautiously slid his briefs off and hooked the waistband delicately on her finger. 
“Don’t you feel better already,” Charlotte asked. 
“Not really,” Chris said uncomfortably.
 Charlotte laughed, “You’ll feel better once you’re dry and warm, and I’ll have your things taken care of. “Once you've dried off and have the robe on, go sit in front of the fire in the living room,” Charlotte instructed. 
“Uhh, ok,” Chris said self-consciously as he caught his reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. 
Chris dried himself with the towel, then slid the robe on and firmly tied the belt around his slender waist. He opened the door and stepped out into the hall as he dried his ears and spied the housekeeper mopping up his puddles. He apologized for the mess, then went into the living room. The room was decorated with a mixture of antique and modern furniture. The wall separating the living room and the hall was lined mahogany bookcases filled with books and antique curios. There were two large white sofas sitting across from each other in the center of the room. At the far end of the sofas were two end tables each with a vase filled with pink begonias perched on top of them. The walls were painted a warm tan with white trim. The living room was in the front of the house and at the front of the room was a large window overlooking the street. Outside of the window, was a flower box overflowing with large pink begonias. Under the window, sat a comfortable looking white chez lounge, with a crimson cashmere throw neatly draped across it. Chris moved towards the fireplace and positioned himself on an ottoman in front of it close enough to warm him. He heard Charlotte walking down the hall. She spoke softly with the housekeeper, then entered the room. She glided gracefully across the room and sat on the sofa across from Chris and crossed her legs exposing a small amount of her thigh.
 “Feeling better,” Charlotte asked.
 “Umm yes, yes I am, thank you,” Chris replied with half a smile. 
The housekeeper entered the room with a large silver tray with a delicate white bone china tea service decorated with pink begonias. She set the tray carefully on the table then returned to the kitchen. 
“What do you take in your tea,” Charlotte asked in her smooth and sultry voice, as she poured him a cup of tea. 
“Um, just two sugars,” Chris replied quietly. 
“Just two sugars for just Chris,” Charlotte said teasingly and added two cubes of sugar to his tea.
 She stirred his tea fluidly then handed it to him. She then prepared a cup for herself. 
“Would you like some sandwiches,” She asked while offering a plate full of small sandwiches to Chris. 
“Yes ma’am, I would,” Chris said hungrily. 
Charlotte set her cup down on the table forcefully and said with a whimper, “Oh Chris now you’ve gone and hurt my feelings.” 
With a confused and frantic tone in his voice, Chris said, “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” 
“Yes you did, you keep calling me ma’am, which makes me feel like an old woman, please just call me Charlotte,” She said with a slight whimper. 
“I’m sorry, Charlotte I didn’t mean to offend you,” Chris said apologetically and shifted from the ottoman in front of the fire to sit next to Charlotte on the sofa. 
“That’s better,” Charlotte said cheerfully. 
After a few minutes, Charlotte flirtatiously asked, “Do you want to see something, Chris?” 
“Sure,” Chris replied happily. 
“Good, finish your tea and I’ll show it to you,” Charlotte said seductively. 
Chris swallowed his sandwich and gulped his tea down as Charlotte sipped her tea delicately. 
“All finished,” Charlotte asked. 
Chris nodded. 
“Excellent, come with me,” Charlotte purred. 
She stood up and took Chris’ hand and led him out into the hall. They walked towards the stairs at the end of the hall. As they walked, the hallway seemed to grow longer to Chris, then it began to become fuzzy and shaky all around the edges. He shut his eyes to try to regain his focus, he then felt a numbness in his arms and a cold draft on his genitals. He opened his eyes and saw nothing but darkness. 
“Chris honey, are you awake,” Charlotte asked.
 “Um, yeah, I think so,” Chris replied, “But I can’t see anything.” 
“Oh, I’m sorry honey you should be able to see what’s going on shouldn’t you,” Charlotte said sympathetically. 
Chris heard a click and was blinded for a minute. He attempted to shield his eyes from the brightness of the light with his hands, but when he tried to move his arms he couldn’t. He opened his eyes wider, filled with panic, he looked at where his arms were and realized they were strapped down. He twisted his arms and legs trying to break free but couldn’t, the leather restraints were too strong for him to get loose. He was lying on a table, his arms and legs were strapped down at forty-five-degree angles.
 “I’m naked,” Chris exclaimed nervously. 
Charlotte laughed and stepped out of the shadows. She was wearing medical scrubs with her hair pulled neatly back into a ponytail.
 “Honey you need to get your priorities straight, I wouldn’t be as concerned about being naked, as I would be with the fact that I was strapped to a table in a soundproof basement, with a woman who happens to be dressed like a surgeon and oh are those surgical tools on the left side of the table?” 
Chris frantically turned his head and saw a surgical cart with several shining surgical instruments on it. 
“What are you going to do with those,” Chris asked frenziedly. 
“Oh these,” Charlotte said cheerfully, “I’m gonna see what makes you tick, Chris.” 
“You’re insane,” Chris exclaimed wildly. 
 “Oh Chris baby, you shouldn’t say things like that to a lady. “I almost hate to do it to you, but in the end, you’re a man and all men may at some point seem like they are different and they won’t hurt you or break your heart or worse, but all men are the same no matter how nice they seem. “So, I guess you’re just going to have to go the way of the ones that have preceded you.” 
“Why are you doing this to me,” Chris screamed desperately.
“Ooooh, good question Chris, well let’s see you have a penis right?” 
“Yes,” Chris answered feverishly. 
“Yes, what Chris, yes you have what,” Charlotte demanded in a crazed tone of voice. “Yes, I have a goddamned penis,” Chris screamed hysterically. 
“Oh my Chris what language you use, I thought you were a nice boy, oh but you can’t be that nice of a boy if you use that kind of language,” Charlotte scolded. 
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m, it’s just that I’m,” Chris stumbled hysterically. 
“It’s just that you’re what, what are you feeling right now Chris, tell me dammit,” Charlotte demanded. 
“I’m fucking scared,” Chris screamed, tears welling up in his eyes. 
“Scared, Chris you’re only scared, oh that won’t do I don’t want you to just be scared Chris I want much more than that.” 
Charlotte picked up a scalpel and held it in front of Chris’ face. 
“You see this Chris, this is a scalpel. “Now it’s not just any scalpel, this is the best-goddamned scalpel money can buy.”
She took the scalpel and thrust it through the back of his left hand causing dark crimson red blood to pour from his hand. Chris screamed so loud Charlotte wondered if anybody may have heard it. This thought soon passed when she heard Chris crying. 
“What do you feel now Chris, hmmm, what is your current emotion, tell Charlotte, please.”
 “Oh god, it hurts,” Chris cried out. 
“I didn’t ask HOW it felt, I want to know what your current emotion is,” Charlotte demanded, and gave the scalpel a quick twist. 
Chris screamed again, “I’m terrified, oh god, I’m gonna die, oh god!” 
“You are so much smarter than any of the others, you already know you’re going to die, that’s fabulous,” Charlotte said giddily. 
“I’ve never dealt with a man like you Chris, you really are amazing,” Charlotte complemented. 
“Most try to beg their way out of this, but you have just resigned your self to your fate, I like that. “Now don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not gonna be quick and it’s gonna hurt like hell, maybe even worse, don’t really know seeing as how I’ve never been to hell,” Charlotte said with a giggle.
“Now you asked a serious question why am I doing this to you, that right?” 
Chris nodded and said, “Yes ma’am.”
“Oh good, even in the face of extremely painful torture you still have manners, I like that,” Charlotte said with a smile. 
“Anyway, back to the topic at hand, I am doing this because as we covered earlier you have a penis which makes you are male. “Men have done things to me that you can never even begin to imagine or understand. “Even as different as you seem and nice as you appear, you are just a male that is driven by your penis. “Hell, I bet that when you walked through my door earlier today you thought you were going to get lucky. “A gentleman would have deposited me safely on my doorstep, bid me a good day, then gone about his business. “So you see, you did this to yourself.” 
Chris was crying very hard now, intermingled with muffled curse words and pleas for release. 
“Oh Chris baby, don’t cry so much it makes my job so much harder, I’m actually starting to feel sorry for you and we can’t have that now, can we? “Please make it easier for me honey and don’t cry,” Charlotte asked. 
Chris continued to cry.
 “Ok sweetheart, I asked nicely and you didn’t, so you know what that means, I have to give you a reason to cry. “Let’s see should I castrate you now or later, hmmm, decisions, decisions. “Got an opinion sexy or are you going make me decide all by myself?”
Chris turned his head toward Charlotte, tears in his eyes, “Please, don’t.” 
“Don’t castrate you, ok, you’re the boss, I won’t castrate you....now. “Oh Chris, don’t cry you’re balls are going to a better place, my shelf. “Yup, I keep them as souvenirs, in jars, pickled no less, kinda weird really, don’t you think?” 
Charlotte walked around to where she could get a better look at Chris’ genitals.
“I kinda hate to break up the set, you have such a pretty little penis, well as pretty as one of those can be, they’re all kind of ugly and sausage like.” 
Charlotte shuddered, “Why y’all are so attached to them I’ll never know. “Maybe you know, tell me, Chris, why do men love their penises so much?” 
“I don’t know,” Chris screamed wildly, “I don’t fucking know, you crazy bitch.”
 “Oh, Chris you ought not to have said that. “Now you have to pay the penalty for using such bad language.”
Charlotte picked up another scalpel, walked around to the other side of the table, and forcefully drove it down into the flesh of his right thigh, with careful accuracy to make sure that she missed the artery so he would not bleed out until she was done. Chris screamed out in pain as blood ran down his thigh pooling onto the clean white sheet he was lying on. 
“Oooh, that was a good one, that one hit bone I bet, I love it when that happens.” 
Chris breaths were coming shallower and quicker. 
Charlotte walked back to her instruments and began arranging them, “Chris dear, you have to breathe better than that. “We can’t have you hyperventilating then passing out in the middle of the fun now can we?” 
Chris continued to breathe frenetically.
 “Ok Chris, It’s ok, you’re doing fine, you need to calm down honey, ok, listen to my breathing.” Charlotte soothed and began to breathe louder at a very regulated pace. “Would you like to listen to some music, I think that might help you,” Charlotte said soothingly. She picked a remote up off the surgical tray and pressed the play button and soothing classical music gently filled the room. 
“Ah, that’s better. “Now I can think better, how about you is that better?” 
Chris looked at Charlotte with tear and panic filled eyes. 
“It’s okay honey,” Charlotte soothed and stroked Chris’ hair. 
“It’ll be over shortly, I like you, so I’ll make you a deal, it really can’t be beaten. “You scream your head off and I’ll kill you after a couple of hours, hows that?” 
Chris looked at Charlotte with terror in his eyes, simpering with fright. 
“I thought so, let’s begin. “Now the real fun begins,” Charlotte said with a malicious smile.