Coercion
By Chameleon

My email address: ThinkTruth@Hotmail.com

We had only been together for two weeks when Mary's grandfather died. She hadn't been close to him, but for some reason he had bequeathed his mountain cabin to her. She suspected it was because he couldn't stand his son, her father.

This was during the wintertime, but Mary didn't want to wait until spring to check out her new property, and I thought it was a good idea to test my ski-skills; so we decided to make it into a romantic trip, and spend Christmas there in splendid isolation.

I didn't know much about Mary. We had met in the library by the video-section, and both our hands reached for "Dr.Strangelove", the funniest movie ever made. We had an argument about who should be allowed to be the bigger person, until she proposed a truce. We sat by a table to negotiate, and she offered me half a Snickers if I took the movie. I had the upper hand however, since she was holding it in her hand, and said that I would not settle for anything less than the whole bar; or at least three quarters of it.

-"Two third.", she said.

I sighed, but soon ended up nodding.

-"Ok"

She broke the chocolate into three pieces and asked me to pick two of them. So I did, and was then handed the tape. I took a quick look at it before I gave her my hand, and she squeezed it gently as she gave me a little smile. That was all I needed.

-"Maybe we could watch it together?", I asked and returned the smile.

-"Maybe we could."

And so we did, and ended up in wild lovemaking on Mary's couch.

I could sense that she was a strong woman, and for a few seconds she sat on top of me after a playful tussle; but then I made a real effort to win, and she let me. Of course, I thought I'd won fair and square, and that sort of illustrates an important aspect of our relationship in the beginning; her presentation of herself became my conception of her.

We had a few things in common, but were mostly different. I'd learned to appreciate that. I'd gone from a stage where I searched for a female version of myself, to understand that duplication of strengths and weaknesses only leads to sorrow. You're not attracted towards yourself (unless you are an arsehole narcissist), and there's a reason for that.

We both liked good movies and books, although she was more of a reader than me, and we both thought "Planet of the apes" was a fundamentally better movie than "Titanic". And Mel Gibsons film about Christ... Please, I'm getting nauseous.

I wasn't aware of it back then, but our relationship lacked a little substance in the beginning. She compensated for that with her forthcoming and caring nature, which suited me well. Our sex-life was good, although perhaps not brilliant, and we liked each other company, which is the cornerstone of love.

The trip was long and exhausting, and I had to ask for a break several times. The weather was perfect for skiing, with no wind or snowfall, but my computer-defined life hadn't exactly left me in peak condition. She never objected, and finally, after five hours or so, we arrived at our destination. A wind had blown up the last hour, so it was about time.

We knocked off our skis and kicked off our shoes before we entered the freezing cold cabin. I consisted of a joint living room and kitchen with a small table and a couch, and a room with a single bed that was a little small for two people, but her grandparents hadn't mind, and neither did we. Mary started immediately to fire up the wood-burning stove, which also was equipped with a cooking-plate, and soon we sat by a small kitchen table, drinking each our cup of hot cocoa while eaten sandwiches. Our bodies were filled with immense pleasure.

-"Food never taste this good at home.", Mary commented.

-"No", I said and shook my head. "I never want to get up from this chair."

She laughed a little.

-"You needed a lot of breaks."

-"Yeah..."

The first few days were cosy and warm, and we did not at all miss civilisation. Well, I missed my computer, but I didn't dare to tell her. I was a little bored sometimes when there were nothing to do, and Mary sat with one of the books she had brought with her. I tried to read too, but I can't stand traditional love-stories, and that was exactly what she had carried with her. But all in all, it was a wonderful time, and Mary was very affectionate and positive.

But things started to happen that we weren't prepared for. The wind became increasingly stronger and was accompanied by heavy snowfall. At first, it just made it cosier to lie together on the couch while listening to the hell-like condition on the outside. But the day before Christmas Eve, I could notice that Mary was worried.

We had only food for a week, and Mary knew that her grandfather had been stuck in this cabin for a month because of bad weather. I understood the situation perfectly, but I didn't understand what purpose it served to let it destroy our moods, and during the day I worked up some irritation. This increased my discontent with Mary's reading, and as we ate supper, I had already turned a little sour.

-"What's with you?", Mary asked with moderate interest.

-"It's just boring to sit and look out in the air while you're reading."

-"It's not my fault you didn't bring any books.", she answered and returned the attitude.

Her total dismissal of my complaint triggered something inside of me. She didn't even make an effort to be a little diplomatic, just gave me a verbal smack. It was also totally unexpected, and the first time she had been unfriendly towards me. I was provoked, and could simply not let it pass. I thought about how to get on the offensive for a few seconds.

-"You could show a little consideration.", I said and looked directly at her.

She returned the look, and something, I can't tell what, forced me to look away.

-"Yeah, I really want to spend more of my time talking to a crosspatch."

I sighed to hide my defeat.

-"Yeah, this is going to be fun."

She obviously got tired with me, and stood up from the table. We didn't speak to each other more that evening.

Silently we went to bed, and as I lied there feeling her next to me, her coldness enticed anger in me.

-"So, is this how it's going to be for the rest of the week?"

-"Don't ask me."

-"I am asking you."

She turned her back at me. Fury boiled up inside of me. I looked angry out in the air, trying to figure out something mean to say.

-"You know, if this continues, I'm gonna put on my skis and go home."

-"Sure"

-"I mean it."

-"You wouldn't have lasted half an hour."

It wasn't just what she said, but the calm and self-confident way she put it. I had put myself into a corner, and had no option but to fight as if my whole self-esteem relied on it.

-"Fuck you..."

It took her a few seconds before she replied.

-"I don't think you should talk to me like that."

-"Fuck you", I repeated, but the moment after a shameful feeling overcame me. I had to reconsider my strategy.

-"Say it one more time.", she said with a contemptuous voice.

I got up. I had no alternatives. After grabbing my clothes I went to the other room where I got dressed. Suddenly I noticed that the wind had eased off. I opened the door and registered that the temperature were just a few degrees below zero. Victoriously I went into the bedroom.

-"The weather is okay now. I'm gonna put on my skis and go home."

-"Ha?!"

-"The wind has eased off."

-"Are you out of your mind!"

I raised my shoulders.

-"As long as I've got a compass, I don't see the problem with walking in the dark. Besides, there's a full moon."

She looked at me as if I was crazy.

-"Get those clothes off you and come to bed, or I'll..."

-"Or you what?", I asked and smiled evilly. "Goodbye Mary... Merry Christmas."

-"Let's talk about this.", she said as I went through the door.

I ignored her and felt very happy with myself as I put on my jacket. My thought went more or less among these lines: "This will show her! She thought she could mock me without consequences. That is how women are like. If you don't show them your forcefulness, they're gonna take control over you. 'And, eventually, they will break up with you because they long for a real man who wont let them push him around!"

As I put on my shoes, the bedroom door opened, and Mary came out fully dressed. She stopped a few steps away from me, and gave me an investigating look.

-"You really are an idiot."

-"Thanks for the insult.", I answered unaffected, without even looking at her.

-I'm gonna give you three seconds to take those shoes off.", she said with a calm voice.

I was puzzled by her confidence, but didn't think more off it before I opened the front door. I was about to take my first step outside before Mary grabbed the sides of my jacket and threw me inside with such forcefulness that I landed with my back on the carpet. Still in self-control but with raising fury inside of her, Mary spoke to me in a voice that sent chills down my spine.

-"Take off your clothes or I'm gonna give you a treatment."

As I didn't respond, partly out of shock, she went over to me and grabbed me by my jacket.

-"What would have happened if the wind had blown up?! You walking in the dark? Even my grandfather wouldn't dare that, and he knew these mountains as his own pocket!"

I felt a hard slap on my cheek. Instinctively I lifted up my arm to protect myself, but she grabbed it by its wrist and twisted.

-"Ahh!"

She relaxed the grip.

-"I want to hear from you that the next days we spend here, you're gonna be a good boy."

-"Yes", I immediately answered in a state of terror and confusion.

She got up.

-"Take off those clothes and go to bed."

I did as she said as fast as I could, and lied down in the bed while she drank a glass of water in the other room. Shortly after she came into the bedroom, and as she entered the bed, my body stiffened and started to tremble. She looked at me.

-"Go to sleep.", she said and turned the other way.

I was castrated, humiliated, and terrified. My instincts told me to lie completely still as if the smallest movement could trigger Mary's anger. She had become a different person; a monster that loaded me and could beat the crap out of me for the slightest provocation. I wanted to hate her, but just the hint of aggressive feelings stirred up fear inside of me. Total passiveness was the only thing that kept me fairly calm.

The turmoil had exhausted me, and despite my anxiety, I fell asleep after a few minutes.

When I woke up the next day, Mary was not in the room. I was reluctant to get up, and decided to stay in my bed for as long as possible. It was Christmas, but I wasn't in the mood to amuse myself over the irony.

It was boring to lie there, but I didn't want to, for everything in the world, to meet Mary. I hoped she would take a walk outside, so that I got the chance to grab myself something to eat, but as I thought about it, I noticed the sound of a fresh gale tearing at the cabin walls, and realised that it wasn't very likely.

After half an hour, Mary entered the room.

-"Are you awake?", she asked, and sounded neither hostile nor friendly.

-"Yes", I answered with a weak voice.

-"There is breakfast on the table."

-"Ok", I answered and felt a sudden need to cry, but kept it within.

She regarded me for ten seconds or so before she left silently.

I got up and took my clothes on before I opened the door. She had placed herself at the table, and careful not to look at her, I sat down on the other chair. With sheepish movements I picked up a slice of bread and put it on my plate before I poured myself a glass of milk.

-"Do you hear the wind outside?", she asked.

-"Yes", I answered with a low voice.

In a sudden move that caused my body to twitch, she put her hand around the wrist of my relaxed arm.

-"Are you afraid or just rejecting me?"

-"I'm afraid.", I answered, almost in a whisper.

She let go.

-"Don't be. I'm not angry with you now."

I couldn't hold it back any longer, and my hand squeezed the slice beyond recognition as my face made a crying grimace. Infantile anger overcame me and I stood up and threw the slice to the other side of the room. I wanted to scream something to her but was caught up in fear, and rushed into the bedroom where I stood with the desire to smash everything, but didn't dare to do anything but stand still.

The door opened, and Mary stood behind me.

-"I don't know if I should spank you or comfort you.", she said in a calm voice.

I turned around and wanted to attack her with childish fury, but as her look met mine, I bowed my head and kept my eyes fixed at the floor.

-"It's Christmas. Shall we try to make the best out of it?", she asked with a friendly voice.

I nodded. She took my arm.

-"Come", she said and brought me with her before she placed me on the couch.

A little later she sat down next to me bringing with her coke, chocolate, and chips. She smiled to me in a motherly way as she opened the bottle and poured me a glass. I took it with resentment highly restrained by anxiety, and obediently started to put pieces of chocolate into my mouth. Then I felt the back of her hand on my cheek, and in a brief moment of courage a stood up and yelled:

-"I can't stand this!"

I rushed into the bedroom again, but heard Mary behind me. I turned around and pointed my finger at her.

-"Stay away from me!"

I could see her chest was going up and down, as she came towards me with a poker face. I moved backwards until I reached the wall. The moment after she caught up with me, grabbed me by my arms, and forced me down on the bed with superior strength before she placed herself on top of me and pinned me down with her hands around my wrists. She gave me a hungry look and bowed down to kiss me.

-"No..", I said and turned my head away, but she locked her one hand around both my wrists before she grabbed hold of my chin and forced my face back in position.

Soon her tongue was raping my moth, and I was about to loose control over my senses. I felt a beginning erection that I desperately tried to keep under control, but the tension became unbearable, and the only way I could get some relief was to give in. When Mary ended the kiss, I felt despondent by my own weakness, and wanted to beg her to stop.

-"Please...", I said and almost started to cry.

-"Shh...", she said and lay one finger on my mouth. "No one's gonna hurt you."

She got up and reached me her hand. I didn't dare to reject it, and she helped me up. As we stood the, she took one brief look at the bulge in my pants and I saw a smile on her lips, but she didn't make any comments.

-"Come", she said with a smile.

We acted pseudo-normally for the next hours. There were no more physical encounters, and we discussed back and forth how to arrange things for the evening. She pretended as if she took my opinions into account, but made all the decisions herself. The only times I actually had any influence was if I mentioned something she hadn't thought of.

In my country we open the presents on Christmas Eve, but "we" decided to wait until after dinner, which Mary would serve eight o'clock. She had brought with her turkey-fillets and was going to make her extraordinary mushroom sauce together with rice. There were only two packets; those we had bought to each other. The others were left at home, for obvious practical reasons.

There was a big, wooden tub in the cabin, and Mary started to melt snow in a casserole so that we could take a bath later that evening. It took her about an hour to fill it up, and she suggested that I'd go first. So I did while she tried to make the room as neat as possible.

When Mary noticed that I was done, she came over and picked up the towel. I raised up and felt Mary's strong hands as she confidently dried me up. It was humiliating, and as she touched my sensitive parts, although she wasn't excessive in any way, I wanted to yell at her. But I didn't. Instead I stood still and concentrated on not getting aroused. I was only halfway successful.

As she was done she gave me a kiss on my forehead and took a quick look at my half-erected member before she spoke.

-"Could you go to the bedroom after you've dressed. I've brought with me a new dress you haven't seen yet, and I don't want you to, before it's on me. Is that ok?"

-As if I had the right to say no. I went to the bedroom where I thought about how nice it was that time in the ancient past, when I actually had a set of balls. I had to oppose her. She couldn't beat me up just for objecting, if I just managed to keep in self-control. I started to plan what to say, and had worked up a great deal of courage when the door opened and Mary stood in the opening with her blond hair set up, wearing a dark-blue, long dress with a substantial cleavage. She had set her blond hair up, and looked stunning! Slowly, she walked towards me with graceful steps and a smile that was irresistible.

-"You look fantastic.", I said with a sad expression in my face.

-"Thanks", she said with an even bigger smile before she came over to me.

-"I love you.", she added as she put her hand behind my neck and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth.

I was about to collapse. All my resistance was gone, and it felt like the ground under me was floating. I stumbled, and she grabbed me under my arms to keep me up.

-"Are you ok?"

-"Yes"

I felt her hand stroking my hair.

-"I'll have to start on the dinner."

I nodded. She gave me one last tender look before she left me alone in a state of powerlessness. I lay down on the bed and tried to sort my thoughts. I wanted to run as far away from her as possible, but hardly had the force to get up from the bed. I hated her. She wanted to destroy me and leave me as an empty and perforated bag of nothingness.

With a bad feeling in my stomach I managed to get my feet on the floor. Slowly I raised up and walked with unsure steps towards the door. As I opened it, I saw Mary putting the fillets on the frying pan.

-"Mary", I said with a weak voice.

She turned around. Her look almost made me surrender, but a last resort of will prevailed, and the following words came out of my mouth:

-"I don't want to be dominated."

She gave me a brief smile.

-"It's not your call."

I looked at her in shock. She put the pan aside and took off the apron she had put on to protect her dress.

-"You lack judgement. You need someone like me to take care of you."

-"No"

She smiled indulgently.

-"I didn't think we needed to have this discussion, but it seems like things aren't clear for you yet..."

Slowly she took off her panties from under her dress.

-"No!"

-"Yes", she said and started to walk towards me.

The bedroom was a trap without windows, so the only way out was through the front door. I ran in panic, and managed to tear it open just to be met by ice-cold wind. My state of fear pressed me forward, and I took a few steps into the deep snow before I felt Mary's arm around my waist.

-"You just insist on proving how stupid you are."

She pulled me inside, and as an expression of utter defeat, my body almost turned limp. A few moments after Mary had lied me down on the couch.

-"Now you're gonna do something you haven't done for me before.", she said and grabbed my wrists before she sat her self on her knees astride my face.

-"No!"

I fought with all my strength, but it only enticed her. She breathed harder, but not because of the fight, which hardly demanded any effort on her behalf. She kept her position as long as I struggled, and looked at me with satisfaction and arousal. Soon, I weakened, but kept on fighting out of share panic. I felt her fingers running through my hair, and wanted to cry, but managed to control myself.

-"Fuck you."

-"It's time to wash that filthy mouth of yours.", she said and locked my wrists with one hand before she took hold of my ponytail to force my face in position.

Now all hope was gone, and I felt drops of her juice on my lips before she enveloped my mouth with her gender and my head with her thighs. I was in a state of absolute helplessness, and my instincts forced my tongue deep into her as if I no longer had any say about it. With enormous intensity I licked her clitoris and felt her rubbing her self gently on me at the same time. She came after a short while, and I continued to lick her while swallowing her juice which smell and taste paralysed my senses and eradicated what was left of my will.

Suddenly I could hear again, and she raised up on her knees before she placed one hand on my cheek.

-"Now, that's my boy... Do you know what I'm going to do now?"

I was in no position to answer.

-"Now, I'm gonna rape you, and it will be the best experience you've ever had."

She then tore of my pants and underwear, and the moment after I lied on my back, being raped by my girlfriend. The stimulation became so intense that I tried to beg her to stop, but with no use. As we both came, her mind enveloped mine, and I didn't want anything but to be inside of her. I never wanted to be free again. Never.

An hour later I sat between Mary's legs while she opened my present to her on my lap. It was a set of black, sexy underwear.

-"I'll promise to put it on tomorrow.", she said and gave me a kiss on the neck.

Then I opened my package from her. It was a cup of the finest porcelain. On it was an inscription with Mary's own, beautiful handwriting: