Losing Faith
By Crossmanx
Always try and keep the faith, no matter what!


By Crossmanx at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and ideas welcome

Losing Faith

Stewart paused at the door to his luxury apartment; he turned over the key in
his hand a couple of times before placing it in the lock and opening the door.
All the time he was thinking of what or what was not waiting for him on the
other side of that door. But he could not put it off any longer and stepped
inside. The apartment was in one of the most exclusives parts of the city, it
was large, open and light. Stewart had even had some interior designer come in
to 'set the d'cor' and 'enhance is awareness' whatever all that meant, it
wasn't all to his liking but she like it and that had been all that mattered.

'She' was Faith and she didn't seem to be there, he throw his keys into a bowl
that stood on some antique Chinese wooden side table by the door, one of the
many items that Faith and the designer had brought for the apartment, and one
of the many things that he didn't really like. It had been a strange few
months for Stewart. The tall man was in his mid-thirties, he was a successful
businessman with a strong personality and broad body, a no nonsense straight
talker in a happy marriage. OK not so 'happy' and now just about married, he
knew the marriage hadn't been going right for some time, mostly because he'd
spent more and more time growing the business rather than attending to his
wife.

Then things had all changed when he'd gone to that reception on his own and
seen 'her', when he's first set eyes on Faith! She stood out from all those
around her, and not just because he was bored and looking for someone half
interesting to try and hold a decent conversation with. No she stood out
because she was just so stunning. Faith was Asian, a young woman, girl, he'd
never found out her true age, she was petite and that evening she'd been
dressed in a figurer hugging red and black oriental dress. And she certainly
had the right figure so the dress to show off. It wasn't just her slender,
tight body or the way her breasts looked so large and inviting, it was also
her attractive face. Her red lips, deep eyes, set off by large glasses and
then the long black hair all tied back and up so you just concentrated on her
face. From that moment Stewart had been mesmerised by her.

For the normally confident man she had had an extraordinary effect on him, and
things were going to get even more 'complicated' when they spoke. It took
Stewart soon time before he mustered the courage to go and speak to the
stunning Asian woman. But when he did, he found himself captivated by her, he
held onto everything she said, even if most of their conversation was her
asking about him, who he was, what he did, was he married! He thought he saw a
slight sign of disappointment in her face when he'd said 'yes' to that
question, which intrigued him even more.

The rest of that evening the 'couple' had spent in each other's company, the
conversation moved from Stewart and his business interests to his private life
and what he doing later that evening. And later that evening he was doing her!
She had taken him back to her flat, for a night cap, and as they got through
the door the pair of them where ripping each other's cloths off. But now in
what seemed an empty flat Stewart's mind wondered back to that first night
with her, that evening he forgotten all about his wife back at their home,
he'd not given her a second thought as he kissed his way up her amazing body.

The sex that night had been out of this world, the man had never been with a
woman quite like Faith before. The young woman, girl, had rode him hard, she'd
taken him to heaven and back again and made him work, he'd loved every moment
of it. But it was also that night that he also found out the other side of
Faith, her darker side! As they laid there in her bed she had said "get me a
bottle of water out the fridge" he'd laughed and replied "get it yourself I'm
too tired." But that had been the wrong answer WHACK! Her elbow had come down
hard into his gut as he lay there next to her, she'd winded, hurt and shocked
the man, her new lover. As he lay there in agony she turned and THUD! Now her
knee drove into him, hurting him even more and sending him rolling over and
out of the bed. As he fell to the floor she got off the bed to follow him
CRACK!

As he lay there she lashed out, she kicked, hit, slapped and beat him until he
crawled to the fridge to get her water, when she said 'get me water' that was
exactly what she meant and expect! It was a strange, strange night for
Stewart, firstly seeing her and falling for her so quickly; them being
enchanted by her and whisked back to her flat where shed almost raped him.
That had all been something else, then she was beating him like a bad dog, and
that was weird, but what was even more bizarre was that he'd liked it! Stewart
had never been controlled by a woman before, yes he's played the odd sex game,
but that was just a bit of fun, but with Faith it was more than that, much
more.

It was in her nature to take charge, to be the one in control and to be the
woman that dishes out the orders and has them obeyed, and if her 'man' at the
time didn't like it, then her real nasty side came out WHACK!

Yes all those memories came back to Stewart as he moved to the bedroom, Faith
was obviously not here, what he needed was a long shower and a long drink.
Although their 'relationship' had been short, a few months, a lot had happened
since that night, Stewart had left his wife; got the new apartment, had it
decorated to please Faiths and they had become a 'couple'. But during all this
time she had beat him at every opportunity, either when he'd displeased her,
or when she just plain wanted to. And each time she had dish out her own kind
of discipline he had been hurt and he'd also enjoyed it.

Now he entered the bedroom, he needed that shower, and as he undressed he
carried on remembering back to other times with her, the time he'd asked her
the one question you should never ask a woman! "Tell me how old are you, I
mean you look so ... ... " WHACK! "I'm old enough to do this" she delivered a
harsh backhand across his face knocking the man over, then she started on him,
administering the beating he deserved for asking such an impudent question.
She'd beat him well that night, and he would never ask that question again.

But now he had to admit to himself that it was all over, he'd lost her, he'd
lost his Faith, why he didn't know but as he looked around the lifeless
bedroom he knew she wouldn't be back. It had been a wonderful, torrid and
painful whirlwind of a relationship, she had messed with his head, she'd loved
him, hated him and hurt him but still he was fascinated by her and would do
anything to have her back again.

But he didn't know where it had gone wrong, they had met, had great sex and
then she had beaten him! OK it wasn't your 'normal' relationship but he'd left
his wife for her, got an apartment, had it decorated to her taste and still
she fucked him then beat him. The sex was fantastic, as she was, the beatings
where something else, he never realised that being dominated by a young woman
could be so thrilling and the way she treated him in private excited him in
ways he'd not thought possible.

When they went out in public they were like any other couple, apart from she
was a stunning oriental woman and he was heading towards a middle aged man. He
was sure that when people looked, obviously looking at her, they though she
must be his 'escort' for the evening, but how wrong could they be. She had
truly captivated him, then the problems started, the sex had slowed down and
now stopped, the beating had almost stopped as well, it was as if she couldn't
be bothered with him anymore. And that just made him want her even more, he
wanted her in bed, he wanted to kiss her, he wanted her to thrash him again!

Then came the news he'd expected and dread, she said she was moving out and
had left, that had been a couple of days ago, and he'd not heard from her. Her
things where still in the flat, and he'd half expected to come back today and
find them all gone, but they weren't, so that was something. As he changed he
still went over his stormy relationship with Faith over and over in his head,
and still could make any sense to it all. As he got down to just his boxers
suddenly he heard a key in the apartment door and it opened, in walked the
most stunning oriental woman, it was Faith! He rushed to the bedroom door and
blurted out a shocked and surprised hello, but she said nothing back to him.
The woman casually walked towards the bedroom, walking past him and up to the
large walk-in wardrobe, emerging a few seconds later holding a small case, and
then coolly went about gathering up some of her things. She was dressed in a
simple short dark skirt, white blouse and short dark jacket, her high heeled
ankle boots gave her a bit extra height, but still she looked petite and
lovely.

He stood there talking to her, trying to talk to her, but she said nothing as
she moved around the room collecting a last few things, and all the time
Stewarts voice became more and more desperate as he tried to convince her to
stay. But the petite oriental woman just carried on as if he wasn't there,
ignoring his pleads for her to stay. She wasn't listening and he was now
becoming desperate, the thought of losing her was too much. He had to make her
listen to him, perhaps he could still talk her round, but she had to listen!

Then he made the mistake, so desperate to get her to listen to him Stewart
reached out and grabbed onto Faith's arm, all he wanted to do was to stop her,
sit her down and talk. But the desperate man wasn't thinking straight and had
grabbed hold of her, not tightly, but he'd grabbed her and that was his crime!
She stopped, looked down at his hand on her arm and looked up at the man, the
expression on her face told Stewart, if he didn't already know it, that he'd
made a really big mistake CRACK!

Her free hand had come thundering round and struck him cleanly on his jaw,
Stewart was knocked backwards, he spun around as he went crashing down into
the bed. His face ached as he looked round and up at his beloved Faith, the
young girl had removed her glassed, placed them on the bedside cabinet and was
now rolling up the sleeves of her jacket. This was going to be an extra tough
beating for the man as the girl was not best pleased with him, at all SMACK!

Her foot flew into him as he lay there half sprawled across the bed, the boot
drove hard into his gut winding and hurting the man, just as she intended it
to. Stewart was sent rolling over by the forceful boot that struck, as the
blow turned him over he also fell, landing in a heap on the floor and
providing her with an easily target for her other boot to enjoy THUD! WHACK!
SMACK! It wasn't the first time he had been knocked around the bedroom by the
smaller woman, but this time would be the final time he would enjoyed that
privilege!

Her tiny boots pounded into him, but even for such a delicate young girl she
certainly packed a serious punch! Which was exactly what the man got next as
Faith reached down and dragged the man up by his hair, ex-lover or not she
wasn't holding back as she nearly ripped his hair out getting him up onto his
feet. And as he came rushing upwards WHACK! Her fist drove hard into his gut
SMACK! She struck again, and still just in his boxers he had nothing else on
to even try and protect his naked torso from her harsh strikes THUD! Another
hard fist, the hardest so far that drove all the air out of him and double the
man over as he gasped for breath.

Faith then drove her knee up into his torso, adding to his pain and
discomfort, and also preventing him from taking a much needed gasp of air. She
followed up with her thigh, as that slammed into the man and dropped Stewart
down onto one knee. But she wasn't haven't any of it, Faith wanted him up
where she could get at him better, so once again he was hauled up by his hair.
Stewarts body was getting the girl's nasty treatment, she didn't hold back as
more feet, boots, fists, knees and thighs took it in turn to pound into his
body. With each hit more ferocious than the last, until he felt as if his
whole body was on fire due to the pain he was in.

His legs wobbled, he wanted to drop down to the floor but knew she would just
pull him back up, he bend forward in a vain attempt to try and protect himself
but SMACK! The sound of her bare leg driving up and smashing into his bare
chest echoed around the room, anyone listening would have reeled up in horror
at the sound of that last hit. Stewart just called out in agony, as the force
of that blow sent his body up and back, his arms few out to the sides,
revelling the now very bright red mark across his chest, as he now started to
topple backwards. But Faith was too quick, if he was to fall to the floor it
would be because she knocked him there not because he just over balanced. So
she jumped and twisted in mid-air, her other feet came rushing round and his
chest received a second thundering hit WHACK!

Stewart was now sent truly flying, off his feet as he hurtled across the
bedroom, and his body collided with the half open door to the walk-in wardrobe
and now the bedroom filled with the sound of a man's body hitting the door,
the sound of splitting wood and a broken body. Faith smiled for the first
time, and as she did her whole face lit up, she truly was a very attractive
woman, but she still had some discipline to dish out!

In the apartment next door the elderly couple living there turned up their
radio, it drowned out the screams and cries as Faith went about what she does
best. The elderly couple hadn't quite got 'use' to the strange sounds that
came from next door since the new couple had moved in.

A short while later and it all went quiet the oriental girl was finished, the
man was also finished as he lay in heap sobbing, not only due to the beating
he had received but also that he knew now he had lost her, he had lost his
Faith. The girl stepped over the fallen, broken, man and casually picked up
the last of her belonging, placed then into her case and made her way to the
door. Stewart lay there tears rolling down his face as all he could do was
look on as Faith walked away towards the door and left. As she passed the
antique side table she picked up the keys out of the bowl and headed for the
lift and down to the basement carpark.

Down in the basement, Roger, the attendant turned round from washing a car as
he heard the lift arrive and outstepped Faith. She made her way to Stewart's
new sports coupe, Roger stopped what he was doing and was about to go over and
say something, but as Faith got to the car she turned to attendant who now
stopped and stood still, the look on her face told him to back off.

Roger knew who the car belonged to and he knew the woman, they hadn't been
residence there long and he'd had explicit instructions from Stewart that no
one apart from him was to drive his car, for what every reason. But the
attendant had also seen Mr Stewarts 'friend' the oriental woman around and
something unnerved him about this woman. Plus the way she was looking at him
right now told the man just to 'forget what he's seen and leave her alone' and
Roger was more than happy to do that. So he went back to washing the car and
left Faith well and truly alone to get on with whatever she was doing.

The basement carpark filled with the sound of screeching tyres as Faith sped
off in Stewart's car and Roger went about his work having seen and heard
nothing. A short while later after Faith had thrown the car around the cities
narrow streets and out into the suburbs she pulled up outside a large well to
do property. If Stewart had been there he would have recognised it straight
away, it was his old home, but now it was where his estranged wife lived.

Faith jumped out the car and walked up to the door she rang the bell, a
determined look on her face, but she didn't have to wait long as the door was
soon opened. There stood Jackie, Stewarts 'wife', the two women looked at each
other, their eyes fixed on each other, each woman knowing exactly who the
other was. Then "so how did it go did you make him cry?" Faith stepped inside
"of course I did, that was the easy part" she smiled at the other attractive
older woman, and then her hands went to belt that was around Jackie's waits.
She undone the belt that fell to the floor and the oriental woman now
concentrated on relieving the woman of the dress she was in. "I think now that
your divorce will go through with no problems, after all he did leave you for
another woman!" Faith smiled as her hands moved over Jackie's body "now let's
talk about my 'reward' for helping you with this?"

Jackie leaned down and kissed Faith, it wasn't the first time the women had
been intermit, when they broke off "why don't you come here and console a
devastated faithful wife on her impending, and very profitable divorce first!"
They both laughed "we can discuss your work and fee when we reach the bedroom;
you never know I may even give you a bonus!"