The Fear!
A story by A-Man
Woman attempts to gain revenge against an abusive husband.
Update: 27/09/1997 to misc2

Fear is a terrible emotion. To always live in fear, being virtually consumed by 
it, can surely become hell on earth. Whether brought on by external or internal 
forces it can be a solitary confining prison, worse than any torture imagined. 
Annette a very pretty 21 year old ex-cheerleader found herself in such a 
situation. A wife of two years, she lived in a deserted country setting. It was 
her hell.She married against her parents wishes and they would not help her now; 
no one could. Her husband was a brutishly cruel, sadistic thug. His own failures 
in attempts to start a business only made him more so. He took out all his sick 
frustrations on his wife. She was the reason, he was a failure and she must pay. 
He had created a special, separate room in their house with no windows, only one 
door and with a small bathroom.  This was the room where he would take her for 
his "sessions". These sessions 
consisted of what he termed "behavioral modification" for his 
disobedient wife. His rantings included blaming her for all that had gone wrong 
in his life. He savagely beat her, verbally abused her and ended each session by 
sexually abusing her and asserting his male 
dominance, either with forced rear entry or grabbing her by the hair and shoving 
his member down her throat; until he was satisfied. On some occasions, he even 
used an oversized didlo, when he felt she was overly disobedient. He then locked 
the door leaving her for days at a time. Annette was virtually a prisoner, too 
terrified to escape, or fight back; she had totally lost any feeling of self-
worth. It was almost as if she felt, somehow deserving of this fate. She lived 
every day in fear. How does an intelligent, beautiful woman succumb to a feeling 
of worthlessness? After two years of marriage there should have been a much 
brighter future for this still stunning, ex-cheerleader.
A  miracle change did come. While picking up up some food supplies in town, 
which was one of her weekly chores, she ran into an old friend that she had not 
seen since high school. Her friend immediately picked up the danger signs in 
Annette's life. She was appalled and utterly disgusted by the cigarette burns 
and bruises that Annette revealed. They had a long talk, which went along way 
toward helping Annette realize, her future and her life were in her hands only. 
It was her choice. was she better than this, or was this to be her fate. 
Mentally and physically she knew she was better than this situation. Annette 
felt a glimmer of confidence, she had not dare feel in two years. If she was to 
make a change, it would be better to act before this feeling fades back into the 
darkness. 
That evening, her husband Rick, was his usual abusive-self; blaming Annette for 
another horrible day in his life. Rick told her she was lucky, he put up with 
her and let her live with him. After what he termed an unusually lousy dinner, 
he banished her to the "sessions" room. Annette appeared to go meekly as always.  
He would join her to administer an appropriate punishment when he was ready. 
Annette knew this was her opportunity, act now or she may never get another 
chance. She carefully weighed her options while waiting for her tormentor. 
Fifteen minutes later he appeared, clad only in a pair of black briefs, a cigar 
in one hand and a drink in the other, with a demented look in his eye. He was 
shocked to find his wife seductively posing against the wall wearing a very tiny 
leopard bikini. Annette was looking curiously ferocious, not the meek, docile 
pussycat, Rick expected to encounter. She had not worn this outfit for over two 
years, only because he forbade her to wear it, saying it made her look like a 
whore.  Rick, wanted to know what the hell she was doing. Didn't she realize now 
that her punishment would be more severe? Annette argued, the days of her 
punishment were over. She was finished living in fear. Rick scoffed at her 
insubordination. Annette moved away from the wall, walking to the center of the 
room and standing with her hands on her hips, she said she was dead serious.  
His days of abusing her were over. Okay, you've had your little rebellion 
Annette; now I'm gonna have to get real nasty, and this time I hope I don't kill 
you, although you do deserve to die. I give you a roof over your lousy head and 
this is how you repay me?  He locked the door behind him and was now ready to 
throttle his wife to within an inch of her life. Tonight's lesson would be, 
taming the rebellious bitch. Annette wondered if she had done the right thing, 
but there was no second guessing now. Rick was 6'2", reasonably well-built and 
weighed 220. Annette, was 5'10", with a still firm 36-26-34 body on a 160 pound 
frame. She was a much better conditioned athlete than her husband, and the fact 
that he drank often gave her some hope. Would that be enough to off-set the 
fear, soon she would know. Rick put out his cigar and laid his drink, down on 
the floor. First, I finish you, then my drink, he laughed. He lashed out with a 
right hand, which bloodied Annette's lips. It was at the very moment of impact 
that she understood, that indeed, she had made the right decision. This was her 
red badge of courage. That's the last time you hit me, you  rotten bastard, she 
growled. Annette let fly to his jaw with a solid right, which stunned Rick. His 
wife had never retaliated before. Usually, by now, she would be cowering at his 
feet begging for mercy and his forgiveness. What was this now? Rick was still in 
shock, and totally bewildered as Annette delivered several blows in succession 
from his face to his chest. He grabbed her by the hair and flung her against the 
wall. Annette surprisingly, came off the wall with a cheerleader flip which 
ended with a forcefully delivered kick to his jaw. Annette delivered a few more 
of her cheerleader specialties to the face and body of the clueless and very 
wobbly, giant. His response was to rip off her leopard top, screaming you'll 
never wear this again. In return she grabbed his head in a headlock and rammed 
his head into the wall. Annette liked the sound so much, she did it again. Rick 
was groggy, but still swinging wildly. Annette was too fast, avoiding most of 
his punches. She connected with quite a few of her own, especially in his mid-
section. What a spectacle in the dimly lit room, this bra-less blonde 
cheerleader, virtually glowing in a golden glaze of sweat, dismantling a monster 
of a man that outweighed her by sixty pounds. She pushed him roughly against the 
wall and repeatedly kneed his groin. Rick was now putty in her hands. Annette 
grabbed him by the hair and rammed his head into her right knee. What a 
crunching sound! Rick screamed in pain, you broke my nose, I'll kill you!  "Idle 
threats honey", Annette taunted him. Annette was truly not afraid anymore. Like 
the huntress leopard she dove thru the air on to the glassy eyed Rick. The force 
of her body easily knocked him down. Annette landed on his chest. She sat on him 
reigning down a devastating array of shots to Rick's face. He frantically pulled 
at her breasts, squeezing them, even scratching them, but Annette continued 
flailing away and rearranging his facial features. Her knuckles were raw, but 
this battle was two years in the making and she was not about to end it early. 
With both of his eyes blackened, Rick could barely see. Annette dislodged 
several teeth with her blows. Annette was possessed. His resistance faded and 
evaporated. The mighty Amazon wrapped her hands around his throat and squeezed. 
She applied light pressure at first, then harder and harder. The strength that 
flowed from her veins was inexhaustible. This is for all the years of hell, 
sweetheart, she sarcastically told him. Air was suddenly a scarce commodity as 
Rick fought to release her hands from his throat. He could not budge her. Rick 
flailed away in desperation, anything to stop her.  Annette, the cheerleader, 
watched his eyes bulge out and she only released the choke hold to keep him from 
dying. That would be far too easy, she thought. Rick passed out for a few 
minutes. When he came to, Rick rolled over on to his stomach, wretching and 
gasping for air. Annette was not nearly done with him, not by a long shot. He 
would suffer in the same way she did. With a raspy voice, Rick told  Annette she 
was insane and he'd have her arrested. Annette assured him, that was not going 
to happen. She giggled a devilish laugh, which made Rick hesitant to turn 
around. When Rick finally turned his head to see her, he wished she had killed 
him. Annette was standing in the middle of the room, dressed only in her leopard 
thong, but now wearing the gruesome looking strap-on dildo. This was same 
instrument Rick had often used on Annette to prolong the nightmare sessions. 
Rick desperately tried to crawl away but Annette easily caught him from behind. 
In total control now, she relieved Rick of his trunks. No please no, he pleaded 
to the now deaf Amazon. Mounting him doggy style, she entered him. She figured 
that it was certainly a fitting way to handle this dog. Rick squealed, just like 
a pig, but there wasn't a soul within miles to hear his unearthly cries. Annette 
rode him around the room conducting her own rodeo. The completely humiliated 
Rick was still crying and whining, when Annette finally dismounted. A s she 
dragged him to his knees, he only shrieked louder and  louder. Annette could not 
believe this coward had terrorized her for two years. Here this will help you 
shut up and she rammed the strap-on into his mouth. She held him unmercilessly 
at her knees with the strap-on planted deep in his throat. Rick was gagging and 
choking and uncontrollably sobbing. Annette reminded him, this is how he 
tortured her over and over and this was pay back time. Eventually  the tortured 
Rick passed out again. Annette surveyed her handiwork. She lit his victory 
cigar, grabbed his drink and calmly locked her slave in for the night and left. 
For seven days and seven nights she repeated the beatings of her former 
tormentor. She fed him once a day to keep him coherent. Annette appeared to him 
each day with another alluring outfit, to arouse his male instincts. Then she 
beat the tar out of him, illustrating the fact that she was in total control now 
and he would remain in this room until properly trained. With each passing day,  
the former domination master Rick, became easier to handle. The cheerleader 
could beat him up with hardly breaking a sweat.  Annette even wore her high 
school cheerleader outfit,  with no underwear to give Rick a nice view before 
she kicked him senseless. She was free. On the seventh day, she unlocked the 
door. Rick would no longer even rise to attempt to fight her. The totally naked 
queen ordered her slave to please her orally or she would stomp him into 
oblivion. He performed as commanded. Rick was now very obedient. Annette was a 
reborn Amazon, realizing it was only her fear which had held her back from 
experiencing life. Now, even pathetic Rick did serve a purpose for her after-
all. He was to be her foil. Annette sat down next to her plaything. Rick did not 
raise a finger as Annette grabbed his manhood and squeezed.  Tighter and tighter 
she squeezed, digging her nails into his mangled member, drawing lines of blood; 
but still Rick dare not resist. Annette smiled at the well-behaved Rick, as he 
was trying in vain to hold back the tears. All the while she gazed directly  
into his empty eyes, searching for something. Annette released his bloody member 
and watched him crawl into a ball in the corner. As she exited the "sessions" 
room she finally saw in his eyes exactly what she was seeking..... it was the 
fear!