Darkside: What's a Girl to Do?

A tall, broad chested figure walked slowly to Sarah’s car. She couldn’t make out his face because it was still early and still dark. Her heart pounded as the cop got closer. Her chest grew heavy, making simple breathing difficult; like giving a speech to a crowd of 1,000 people. Sarah kicked herself. She should not have used that card. Now, the police have been alerted and she was going to go to jail, then Joseph would take her away to do unspeakable things to her.

“License and registration, please,” the cop said to her. Sarah jumped in response, gave him the information, not looking at him, thanking God above that it wasn’t who she thought it was.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked as he studied her license.

Sarah looked at the cop for the first time. He had a nice face with a square jawline, thin yet full lips and a medium sized nose, almond shaped eyes and wavy black hair; an almost Middle Eastern look to him, yet Caucasian. Above his right pocket, she could just make out his last name; Michaels. His presence took her breath away.

“No, sir, I do not,” Sarah said nervously.

“The speed limit through here is 35 mph and you were going 50 mph,” he said as a matter of fact.

“Oh my gosh. I am so sorry. I’m new here and I just got into town a day or two ago. I didn’t know that I was going so fast. I accept all of the consequences, sir,” Sarah said apologetically.

“Ok. I am going to go to my car and run everything. I’ll be back,” the officer said.

Early birds where chirping in the nearby trees filling the air, accompanying the silence of the day. She looked through her side mirror at the cop. When she did, she noticed that he was staring at her, his eyebrows furrowed, like he was battling a great decision. She looked away quickly so he wouldn’t notice her gawking. A nauseating burn churned in her stomach. She thought it could have been nerves that caused it. The churning grew worse, bile filling her throat. “Oh God no….” she pleaded. The inertia settled in. “This is happening,” she dreaded to herself. Before she lost it in the car, Sarah quickly opened the door, barely making it outside to kneel, vomiting a foot away.

The police officer ran her information when suddenly an alert popped up on the screen. The report was from a town, two cities west from here. It said that if an officer came into contact with her to arrest her immediately, then to contact the sheriff personally, nothing else. He stared at her, trying to imagine what she could have done. This woman didn’t seem the type to pull anything. He would dig into it more later. It had been a really long night, with a drunk old lady trying to lasso their St. Bernard to ride them. The elderly clearly need to not mix their meds with alcohol. Then, he saw her, jump to ground retching, vomiting. “Oh, poor girl,” he thought, getting out of the car, walking towards her.

“Hey, are you alright?” asked the concerned police officer, as he stood before her kneeling.

“Err umm, I’ve had better days,” replied Sarah, wiping her face.

He helped her up to her feet, noticing the curve of her hour glass figure, and ample bosom in the one street light fading in mid dawn. He looked at her face, taking in her sad good girl demeanor, getting lost in her pouty lips and sage green eyes. She noticed that her was staring at her too, a palpable libidinous air came over the space between them. Both of them quickly looked in other directions to break it.

“Look, I am going to waive the ticket, just pay more attention next time, Ok?” the cop warned, giving her a concerned smile.

“Thank you so much!” Sarah said, breathing in the other direction, so as not to gag him.

“So, I am free to go?”

“Of course, drive safely.”

“I will. Thanks again.” Sarah gave him a relieved smile, although all she wanted to do under different circumstances is bury her face into his chest, breathe in his cologne, sinking into oblivion. He seemed like the type that just by hugging him, the world felt like it was going to be ok. She got into her car, heading in the direction of her of her motel room.

He watched her get back into her car and drive off. He wanted to know what she felt like with her legs wrapped around him, his hands in her hair. But now, she was gone. It sucked having to be the professional one. Officer Michaels got into his vehicle, drove back to his spot to complete his shift. As he drove, he thought about the effect that she had on him. The tight arousal that formed in his fitted uniform pants, heart thundering and the airy heaviness that filtered through his brain. Women had never had an effect like that with him. Not in this town, as long as he had lived there. Come to think of it, he pretty much thought he was immune to all females, until now. Now she was gone, never to be seen again. A stunt like picking up women on his shift would cost him his job. No way was it worth it.

Sarah stepped inside her room, putting her bags on the floor. She reached for some water and the crackers to settle her stomach as she rested in her chair opposite the bed. That was a close one, she thought to herself. She had been prepared for harsh words from either the cop or Joseph. Being whipped out of her car to be manhandled and handcuffed fearing for her life. Yet none of that happened. Officer Michaels was kind and looked concerned. She wanted very much to tell him everything that had happened to her, yet there was no way that she could know if she could really trust him. Not even for a minute. It didn’t matter, the moment was gone. No use worrying about it now. Sarah sat there utterly grateful that the worst didn’t happen.

Sarah got out the dark cherry drink mix and conditioner. She stared down at them. A memory suddenly flooded her mind. She was in the bathroom with a runny bottle of cherry drink mixed and conditioner solution. What wasn’t on her head or body was splattered in the sink, walls, shower curtain and floor. The giddiness of having a new hair color and surprising Joseph reverberated through her body. After wrapping her newly colored hair in a towel, she stripped out of her clothes to wash off the dye in the shower. The dye had to remain in her hair for at least eight hours so it would color properly. It would be hard to clean the bathroom with the towel on her head, so she thought that she would clean it in the morning. Joseph was working nights and if he needed to, he could always use the guest bathroom. She got into bed nude, to fall asleep with crimson hair.

*******

“What the fuck is this!” he roared at her as if he were possessed. The bedroom lights shot on blinding her as she jumped to the shout of Joseph’s voice. She gingerly looked at the bathroom. The light from the bathroom shown, piercing her eye even further.

“I dyed my hair with drink mix. I was going to clean the bathroom after I woke up. I didn’t think it was that serious.” Sarah stammered.

“I work all night, not having anywhere to take a piss and this is what I come home to? Are you fucking serious? You are absolutely going to clean this up, right after I take piss.” Joseph stormed into the bathroom and proceeded to urinate on the floor. Upon completion, Joseph took the towels and washrags including the used ones and through them onto the bedroom floor. Next, he briskly walked two paces to Sarah, her body curled up in the fetal position. He heaved the blanket off of her to expose her trembling folded body, yanking her upwards by the hair to a sitting position.

Joseph jerked hard on the towel, not caring whether he was pulling out strands of hair right along with it or Sarah calling out in pain as she felt it snapping from her scalp. He snatched her up by neck, leading her through the door to the second bedroom. Four chains with cuffs at the end dangled from the ceiling. He cuffed each hand and foot to all four chains facing the front spread eagle. Being chained here meant she was to keep her body stiff as a board chained in mid-air.

“Spread your legs,” Joseph seethed through his teeth. Sarah complied as steady as she could while he got a shiny oak paddle. The top of the paddle was an inch thick, with ribbed rubber hand grips on the handle for a no slip grip.

“Joe, I’m sorry. I just wanted to surprise you. It looks really pretty once it’s all washed out. I used to do this when I was younger. The mix comes out of everything. I will clean it up. Please don’t do this!” Sarah pleaded though sobs and tears.

“You’re gonna be sorry after I’m done with you,” growled Joseph. He turned to the cabinet searching for a gag and blindfold that would silence her crying and debilitate her sight. He stretched the black leather over her head positioning the hard leather ball on her open shaking mouth. The room echoed with her muffled noises.

Joseph stalked to the widened gap between her legs. Just by sheer adrenaline and anticipation, her vulnerable pink flesh was wet. His cock was hard as his mouth watered. He knelt down, bent his face toward her opening, licking up her delicacies. The sensations confused and aroused Sarah as she took in the slithering of his tongue toward her cleft. She thought perhaps he wasn’t going to do anything cruel to her after al,l until she felt him clamp down on her clitoris. Sarah screamed, instinctively jerking her body away. He only hung on tighter as he felt blood drop on his tongue.

Joseph let go, peering down at the nicked skin. He rose up, his face somber, as he reached for the paddle that he had tucked in the belt of his pants. Joseph slammed the paddle down on the tender scathed skin repeatedly, making loud thwacking sounds.

Tears gushed down Sarah’s face as her mouth opened in strangling screams. Pain, sharp and raw slapping the places that should be treasured. The ball encasing her mouth heaved against her teeth in constant force adding an ache to her gums as well. Her chest heaved up and down as she struggled to take in air. The fight for breath caused a high to encompass her equilibrium, shutting out any light that she could possibly see. Her head dangled lifelessly. Sarah’s genitals were plump and bloody, dark rouge splaying the lips, by the time that his arm grew tired.

Joseph faced his tool cabinet, reaching for his smelling salts. He walked over raising them toward her nose. She woke up feeling like a semi had run her over and was laying in a salt shaker left for dead. With swollen eyes, she looked up at his blank face, in a daze, pain throbbing though her. Without a word, he unchained her, dragged her against the floor to the dirty bathroom. As he pulled her, she struggled to get up and walk. Her legs, however, were temporally rendered useless, cheap, rough apartment carpet stinging her legs. Two feet before the threshold, he flung her onto to linoleum. Not being able to control her landing, she banged her head on the side of the tub. Live thundering pulses enraged her skull. Sarah’s vision faded in and out as she struggled to hear what Joseph had to say.

“I want this bathroom cleaned up. Since you like getting madness all over you, you can clean it up the same way. I want the walls, cleaned up with your arms and torso. The sink, done with your tits, the toilet done with your pussy and the floor done with your hair. I want all of this piss off of the floor. I have a camera in here to keep track of you. If you so much as step foot out of this door to get something proper to clean with, I will know about it,” ordered Joseph flatly, exiting, closing the bathroom and bedroom doors behind him.

The gag was left in her mouth. She dared not move it fearing that she might be punished for that. Tears came to visit her once again. They fell down her face, seeping out regret. Not regret on a normal scale of emotion, but one of a kind that would never make her dye her hair again. She willed her stiff body to move to obey his orders. Not that she desired to do the hard part first, but she wanted to get it out of the way. She rose up to straddle the toilet, getting the stain. It still stung and as soon as the drink mix touched part of minute flesh, it was enough to send her back to the floor again, gasping. Sarah got back up to continue, there was still some there. “I’m sorry Joseph,” she thought with each straddling heave.

In the living room, Joseph sat naked on the couch, his hard cock in one hand, his cell phone in the other, the fifty-five-inch T. V. capturing Sarah cleaning the bathroom. He rubbed up and down, while a woman on the other end guided him to cum.