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He leered at her, his contempt obvious.
“Yes, but you also need to be taught a lesson for not doing as you were told. Strip.”
Allee gulped and then slowly moved her hands to the hem of her top, drawing it up over her head. She dropped it onto the floor, moving her trembling hands to the ties of her wraparound skirt. Once it was undone, it fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. Allee stepped out of her sandals, then looked up at Stuart.
“That's enough, for now. Now clean up this mess, and then go to the bedroom.”
Allee nodded silently, her throat constricted with fear. She watched him strut to the bedroom, removing his belt, and icy dread trickled down her spine. Trying not to imagine what was about to happen, she quickly finished tidying the dirty dishes and prepared the kitchen for the following morning. It would be worse for her if she made him wait. Once she was done, she picked up her shoes and clothing, carried them into the bedroom, and folded them neatly on a chair. She then stood, head bowed, fingers tightly knit together, and waited.
“Take the rest off, then stand at the end of the bed,” he commanded.
Allee complied, hearing him undress and move. She smelled his aftershave mixed with stale sweat just behind her. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her forwards onto the bed, spreading her legs wide, her face buried into the covers so much that she could barely breathe. Allee felt Stuart lightly caress her back and buttocks with the leather of his belt. The next moment, pain exploded across the back of her legs as the metal buckle of Stuart's belt lashed across her skin. Allee cried out and heard Stuart chuckle before the buckle cut into her soft skin again. This time, she bit down on her lip, trying to stay silent, although she could not stop the tears. Stuart struck her another four times, and then he threw the belt to one side.
“On your knees, now!” he demanded, and Allee moved gingerly, wiping her tears on the covers so that Stuart wouldn't see them. As she knelt before him, Allee could feel something trickle down her legs and guessed it was blood. She looked up, her face on a level with his erection, and he grabbed her by the hair. “Open,” he commanded, and Allee complied, desperately trying to neither gag nor bite down as Stuart fucked her mouth. She was not ready when he came, and the thick ejaculation almost choked her, but Stuart refused to remove himself until she’d swallowed. He then dragged her by the hair, forcing her back onto the bed, stroking himself hard again.
As she lay face-down, she heard Stuart murmur, “Now that you’ve taken your punishment, I’ll give you your reward.” She could feel him kissing along the welts on her buttocks and thighs, his hands stroking between her legs. She felt him reaching towards the bedside table before he roughly pulled one cheek to the side and then the cool, slippery thickness of lubricant drizzling down. She could feel the blunt head of his cock prodding at her puckered hole, then a searing pain shot up through her bowels.
Allee shut her eyes tightly and prayed for the night to end.
Early May, Last Year
Allee came to, her head pounding, her throat burning, and her body battered. Last night had been the worst yet. She and Stuart had dined with his parents to celebrate two years of living together, as well as belatedly celebrating their three-month engagement. Stuart had been petulant all week, as Piddle had scratched the arm of his couch. Allee had prevented him from severely beating the juvenile cat, but neither had come away unscathed. Piddle now hid from Stuart whenever he was present, as she had not forgotten the vicious kicking she received whenever he spotted her. Allee had been hurled head-first into the door frame, but apart from that, had come out relatively unscathed. She knew it wouldn't last, and she'd been right.
Stuart had been a powder-keg, and the last straw had been over the discussion of when they would be starting a family. Stuart's mother had put forth her opinion that it would be best if they married before presenting her with grandchildren. Stuart had responded that Allee was currently on the pill so that he didn't need to worry about forgetting to use a condom. At such a loud and blunt reply, his mother had reprimanded him for airing such private activities in public when it was truly only his and Allee's business. Stuart had quietened, but Allee had seen his hand clench in fury and blanched at the knowledge that she would pay for his mother's comments. Sure enough, as soon as they had walked through the door, Allee had gone flying.
Stuart had shoved her across the entry and into the lounge, where she collided with the coffee table. She had cried out, so he had struck her again, growling at her to shut her mouth, or he'd give her something to cry about. Allee had bit her lip until it bled, but she hadn't been able to remain silent as Stuart kicked her along the ribs, in her stomach, and along her back. He was incandescent with rage and did not seem to be able to stop himself. He had torn off her clothing, calling her a whore and a slut, before lifting her by her throat and pinning her to the wall with his arm. There she had dangled as he'd continued to batter her, inside and out, forcing himself into her to slake his anger and lust, his free hand viciously pinching and pulling at her nipples. Allee had blacked out whilst she'd dangled there. Her last thought was that she would die, and Stuart would kill Piddle.
Allee moved cautiously, and although she was stiff and very sore, she didn't think anything was broken. She slowly sat up, wincing at the pain shooting up from her crotch, then hobbled over to the bathroom. Standing under the hot spray of the shower, Allee let it warm her. She could see the bruises and scrapes on her legs and arms as she washed, and tears streamed out her eyes as she gently lathered across her battered torso. She wasn't sure of the extent of the bruising to her body. From the feel of it, her ribs were black and blue, as were her breasts, stomach and back.
After a few minutes, Allee stepped out of the shower, drying off her body with care, and then stepped back into the bedroom to examine her injuries in the mirrored door of the walk-in robe. She wept anew as she absorbed the gruesome sight. Her left cheek was swollen and bruised, her lip had been split, there was bruising around her throat, and right collarbone, scratches and finger-sized bruises surrounded her breasts. Her ribs were a tapestry of black and blue, and her stomach was purple and tender to the touch. Looking at her back, Allee saw a mass of welts, scratches, and bruises, her arms and legs in a similar state. Worst of all, Allee could feel the burning pain from where Stuart had torn the delicate skin as he'd raped and sodomised her. She felt utterly violated and humiliated and was terrified in case he returned to continue his work.
Allee dressed as quick as she could, wearing long, lightweight pants and a long-sleeved, loose shirt, foregoing a bra, as the bruising hurt too much to wear one. She made her way into the kitchen, listening out for any noise that would herald Stuart's presence, but the apartment was empty. Allee put the kettle on to boil to make herself some coffee and noticed a slip of paper propped up next to the mug tree that sat on the bench. She opened it, reading Stuart's spiky writing. She released the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. The note read:
Allee, my darling,
I realise that my behaviour last night was beyond reprehensible. There are no words to express just how sorry I am for behaving in such a boorish and brutish manner. I have tidied up the best I can and will spend the day replacing the broken items. I am also going to cook you dinner. I left you to sleep and recover and will do my best to help you however I can.
Please, darling, forgive me. I have been under a lot of stress at work and took it out on you. I have been feeling frustrated and overly sensitive, so the culmination of the cat damaging my chair, and my mother criticising me in public, was more than I could handle.
I called your work to let them know you'll be having the week off. I told them that I had surprised you with a trip away. I have also taken some leave from work to help you to recover.
Let us put this unhappy incident behind us and never speak of it again, as remembering it can only cause us both greater pain and grief.
Stuart.
Allee shuddered. The rage and violence that Stuart had unleashed last night had always been there in the background. Now that it had surfaced, she knew that it would happen again. She feared for her safety and that of her beloved kitten. Stricken, she realised that she had not seen nor heard the feline since the previous afternoon.
“Piddle! C'mon, puss, where are you?” she called out. “Come here, sweetheart. It's okay, we're all alone!”
Allee waited anxiously before she heard a tiny mew coming from the spare room. Dreading what she might find, she drew closer. She could see Piddle's eyes peering from underneath the bed. Piddle cautiously sniffed the air, then slowly tip-toed out from under the bed. Allee signed with relief, seeing the kitten was fine. Piddle rubbed her soft, downy head over Allee's fingers, purring her relief.
“We can't stay here much longer!” Allee whispered, fear crowding her heart. “I couldn't bear it if anything were to happen to you!” Piddle continued to purr, the waves of fear and anxiety flowing from her mistress, her rumbling helping to soothe and calm her. Slowly, Allee began to relax, a plan starting to formulate in her head. “I think we can do this, but we'll have to be extra sneaky. If he finds out, he'll kill us both.”
The last week had been a nightmare.
Stuart had stayed home with her until Wednesday when she had encouraged him to go back to work. Her bruises were fading, and she could dress without assistance, and she could tell he was growing weary of waiting on her hand and foot. He had been the same solicitous person she had first started dating, but Allee knew that would not last. He had resisted at first, but when she had indicated that she wanted to be able to reclaim her role in the house and that he had done more than enough to help her back on her feet after her dreadful 'accident', he had acquiesced. Allee had been astonished that she had been able to lie so smoothly without the words choking her, but she was finding a hidden reserve of courage and cunning now that she had a plan.
On Thursday, Allee waited until Stuart left for work and went down to the storage room at the bottom of the apartment block. Most of her belongings were down there, including books she had refused to get rid of, photos of her family and friends, even some boxes of clothing she hadn't been able to part with. Very little of the items she loved were outside of the room, as Stuart ‘didn’t condone her poor tastes tainting his far superior ones’. It would make it easier to disguise her leaving. As she was going through it all, she repacked to ensure that each box wasn't too heavy and that precious or fragile items were wrapped in old clothes.
