Alicia is trapped

The end of the week had arrived, and Alicia was due back home. She was a thirty-six-year-old married woman, not an irresponsible youth. The madness had to stop! Reality had kicked in for her, but not for him, so she had to do something. He was too big to handle, so she would have to talk him around to her way of thinking.

All week Alicia had been acting like a dumb Bimbo, as ordered by her eighteen-year-old bully. It was difficult to get out of the role, especially as it had been surprisingly fun to act out. Thinking it would be demeaning and anti-feminist it wasn't something to embrace. Though, she soon found it turned out to be so easy, it was relaxing.

Men didn't treat her with respect, but with kindness. Some of them treated her well, because they wanted to get into her panties. Her bully protected her with a discreet threat, or more, to straighten them out. Most were happy in her company, wanting to just receive a smile, or a kind word.

Not seen as a threat or competitive, she was a decorative blond who laughed at their jokes. For once Alicia wasn't on edge, she was relaxed with men, and able to have a nice time. Their reactions to her were nice which was totally unexpected, and it affected her reactions in return.

For the past few days, no one had expected anything from her, except to look sexy. She could also get away with so much more without even trying, as they just laughed, and called her a dumb bimbo if she did or said the wrong thing. Men would jump to help her, and not expect anything more than a smile, and a kiss blown in their direction. They often acted like overgrown schoolboys. It was sweet!

However, she was going home, so needed to drop the blond bimbo act. For that, she needed James to debrief her. He'd started the game, and she needed his help to discard the mannerisms and silly voice. Although it had only been a week, she had picked up figures of speech, and a different way of thinking. Making friends with other blonds, reinforced the role, as they talked together and shared confidences. That's how she picked up the dumb way of thinking.

In a girly voice, she whined at James, 'Please, sir, like, I need you to help me totally, yea. Well, see, for a start, like, I need my clothes back, yea. Like, you know, my proper clothes, for going home, please, sir!'

James stared at her, wondering why she was keeping the bimbo act going. He'd said she could dump the act, but this morning she carried on talking with that terrible voice. She'd learned more than he demanded of her, from other bimbo's. They seemed to have flocked around her, like silly girls together, sharing hair, and makeup tips.

She had enjoyed being with other girls, so he was going to think up another punishment for her. He was a bully, so of course he had to keep his victim in line. To prove he was in charge he needed to show her who was boss.

Alicia knew that as far as he was concerned, he was her alpha male, and she was his submissive female, kept ready to be mated. He figured she was fertile and needed to be rutted, and to feel his red-hot seed enter her womb. The thought aroused her, so it had to be shunted out of her mind, or she would never get back home.

He'd allowed her to change from being a bimbo, but it wasn't that easy. After a week, it couldn't just be switched off. She needed him to talk her down, as the game had been played twenty-four-seven, so she had really got into being a silly bimbo.

Being stupid was so much easier than being clever. So much was expected of her at home it tired her out. Both her husband and son expected her to run the house, and do everything for them.

James came up behind her, and grabbed her around the waist.

'Hey! Like, wait, stop nibbling my ears, you know I totally love it, yea,' she giggled.

Alicia squealed for him to stop, for there were things to do, as well as pack their clothes. Not wanting him to do it to her, she tried to wriggle free. Being naked in a cabin with a randy young guy, was a distinct disadvantage. That he was her bully, and demanded obedience, made it impossible to avoid anything he wanted.

Wriggling around, trying to keep him from having his wicked way, was stopped when he slapped her bottom a couple of times. While he'd taken her breath away, she felt his cock enter her. He was big and strong, so it had been inevitable. He didn't hesitate, he rode her hard, and she didn't have the strength to stop him.

He was fucking her to demonstrate his dominance, and to emphasis her submissiveness. After awhile she stopped complaining, and began to moan. It couldn't be helped, she was submitting to her young bully. She began to mewl pathetically. The sound telling him she had been subjugated, and was his.

He spurted his cum into her, and she cried out with a wild passion in her voice. Alicia pressed back upon him, wanting to be filled with his semen, while she too had an orgasm. Nothing extraordinary this time, just a completion. The fact that she had given in to him, and had become turned on by his domination, left her feeling thoroughly defeated.

Once again he'd shown her he was a strong master, and she was his pathetic slave girl.

***

On the drive home he sat humming a Pink Floyd tune, which she didn't recognise. At least he was in a good mood, which mean he wasn't preparing a punishment for her. Being his bimbo all week had started out as punishment, then it became a game. Not just between the two of them, it involved everyone, and anyone around them. Making new friends had been nice, and she enjoyed herself.

It had been relaxing, just giving into being a simple unthinking blond. No decisions to make, no guilt, no anxiety. They would be home soon, and the pressure would return to dominate her life. She almost asked him to drive her back to the cabin. Maybe she was pathetic, because lots of women were successful housewives, and some had jobs.

'Get a grip,' she murmured.

'What was that?' James asked.

'Nothing, just humming, I've caught that tune,' she said.

Her thoughts meandered back to how this all started. James was bullying her son in school, so she intended to visit the boy's parents, anxious to find a solution. James was in but his parents were out, so she was going to wait for them, and take the opportunity to talk to the boy. Finding out what went wrong with him seemed like a good start.

A couple of glasses of wine to boost her courage, was so very wrong. She spilt a drink on her best dress, and didn't take the hint she'd drunk too much. Wanting to get him on her side, she let him help her, as he seemed so eager and cooperative. Before she realised what was happening, she let the boy put her clothes in the washer. Underestimating him, considering him to be just a boy like her son, had been the biggest mistake.

While she wore just a towel, he stood very close, emphasising his size and strength. By sheer force of character he manipulated her, with compliments, cajoling, and then bullying her into doing what he wanted. Before she knew what was happening, she was on her knees, sucking his penis.

Alicia looked at the boy humming tunelessly, and was happy to be driven home at last.

He had a video of what she did, and threatened to post it on social media. Like a fool she ended up in bed with him. Again he used clever techniques, to bend her will. More than that, he completely broke her will to resist. It just got worse all the time she was with him. With evermore damning video's as evidence, there was no possibility of defying him, and so she became his sexual plaything. His demands were often, and disturbing. Whether she wanted to or not, she had to submit to him.

It was difficult to admit, but the sex was so good and she felt guilty over enjoying it.

'Wake up, sleepy head. Your car. Wait! A kiss before you leave,' he demanded.

They smooched deeply. It didn't even occur to her to stop him playing with her sex. She automatically opened her legs for him to finger fuck her. Her head fell upon his chest as he expertly manipulated her naughty bits down there. He knew exactly what she liked, and what turned her into a pliable sex doll.

Alicia knew he was going to edge her on purpose, but couldn't stop him. It was so nice, she just wanted it to last.

'Oh! James, don't stop, please!' she moaned.

'Naughty girl! You've got to go home. Don't forget to open your text books, and pretend you were on a course,' he reminded her.

About to climb into her car for the short drive home, he said something. The noise of the traffic and people shopping, drowned out what he said.

'Your clothes,' he repeated.

'What about them?' she asked.

'Okay, then,' he said, and gave her an offhand shrug.

Looking into a side mirror she realised what he meant. With people walking by she suddenly felt self-conscious. The stretchy skirt was tight under her cheeks, and was rising up in the front. The cut off t-shirt showed off more than it covered. The push up bra presented plenty of cleavage.

Rummaging around in the bag on the backseat, she pulled out a business suit, more suitable to wear when coming home from a course. Damn! So used to wearing such clothes, she would have walked in at home looking like a slut. That would have given the game away.

Standing up from bending over the back seat, she held the business suit. A guy stood there with a grin on his face. Damn! He would have seen her panties while bent over!

'How much do you charge?' he asked.

'Twenty an hour,' she returned, while thinking of the course.

'That's cheap, I'll take a couple of hours,' he leered at her.

'What?' she rapidly blinked, as though coming around from a dream.

'I saw you being dropped off by that guy. The way you're dressed, it's obvious what you do,' he commented. 'My car's over there. I'm booked into a hotel, not far from here. I'm in town working.'

Alicia giggled nervously, and put a finger in her mouth. Lisping around it some nonsense about being a social worker, her voice fizzled out. The total state of disbelief froze her, rather than bringing out understandable rage and a rant. After being a blond bimbo all week, and obeying her bully, all the man had to do was be forceful with her. It would be easy to lead her astray, and she knew it. Not wanting to go with him didn't count for anything.

The man grabbed her elbow, wondering why she acted so remote, and figured she must be on drugs. He was still prepared to take her to his car, as the drugs idea didn't put him off. Taking the opportunity to screw a beautiful blond couldn't be let go, and he was a salesman away from home, needing female company. A quick screw, then another long slow screw would be perfect. If she was on drugs, she would be less likely to object to anything he wanted.

Alicia suddenly realised how vulnerable she was. Once in this man's hotel room, she would be under his control, as though he were her bully. What then? What would he do to her? She was already on edge, needing a good seeing to.

Her arm hurt, as it was torn away from his grip. The man fell to the ground, but she only saw that in her peripheral vision, for she had been pushed aside. James! He'd hit the guy, and was pushing her toward the car.

'Is he alright?' Alicia asked, with a voice sounding thin and reedy.

'Yes! Get in before anyone notices. Drive somewhere and change, then go home. Forget about this. Now go!' he told her.

Not looking back she drove slowly through the car lot, onto a major road, not knowing where she was going. She could see the road and traffic, but not where she was, or where she was supposed to be. Eventually she recognised something, and turned onto a road she knew well.

The garage doors were open, so she drove in, almost hitting the back of the garage. Standing by the car, with a ticking hot engine, she changed into the plain smart business suit. Still shaking, she entered her home. Nothing was different, which was reassuring.

***

A couple of days went by, and the police hadn't called, so she calmed down. All the usual routines of housework had been needed, to keep her busy and mind off things.

'You're acting different, Alicia. Has it got something to do with that course. How to be a good housewife, or something?' her husband sarcastically asked.

'The course was about reflective supervision, and coaching,' she began, but sensing she was losing him, a switch was necessary. 'It's funny you should say that. There was a session for trainees like me. They said to look after your husband and family, to help with your job. A happy home life makes the job easier,' she lied.

'Okay, then,' he absently spoke.

As usual he wasn't listening. He'd been fed, and the weeks washing started. There was no ironing, and the house was clean. What else did he want? She was treated like a housemaid, not a wife. Is that why she gave in to James, because he treated her like an attractive woman?

It was certainly easier when her husband ignored her, rather than ordered her to do things his way. To be fair, he'd noticed her hair and clothing was different, though of course he was unsure how that was. He'd noticed a difference in her behaviour, commenting on her readiness to please. He thought she was behaving like a good housewife should.

What would he have said if she came back looking like a blond bimbo? It might have perked up his interest in her as a woman. They hadn't had sex for six months, five months before James took her over.

James was a bully but he was exciting to be with, and made her experience life more fully. Sometimes too fully. He did things to her, and with her. He dressed her in expensive clothes, took her out and introduced her to new people. Though mostly he dressed her in cheap slutty clothes, yet that too was exciting. If anyone got too close, he could certainly deal with them, emphasising to her that she belonged to him.

Her son was ready to fly the nest, on his way to college. He was either out with friends, or out with his girlfriend, mostly with his girlfriend. Maybe she should warn the girl, all that attention would disappear once married. In a few years she would become a drudge.

The expensive dress, and underwear, she washed by hand, not trusting the washing machine. The dryer was too harsh. She hesitated hanging them in the utility room, then it dawned on her, no one would see her naughty underwear in there. Only she used the room, as her husband and son didn't know where it was.

***

The phone rang and a summons was made.

No conversation, he simply stated, 'Just get here, and make it quick. I need to fuck you.'

Alicia giggled, and put a finger to her lips. The nervous movement was difficult to stop, especially as she wasn't always aware of it. Using a little girl lost voice, though less obvious than the voice used last week, she approached her husband.

'Sir, I've been called to see a client,' she hesitantly spoke. 'Do you mind?'

'As you've asked so nicely, of course you can. I'm pleased you've improved your attitude while away,' he said, and turned back to his newspaper.

Arriving at James' home, she opened the back door, closed it behind her and stopped.

'Hello, sir,' she said, looking away from him so as not to be recognised.

James's father, Ralph, almost answered using her name. He'd recognised her the evening he spanked her. He'd mistaken the woman for a nasty tease of a girl, always winding up the boys, and setting them on each other. He spanked her hard, told her to do as she was told, sent her to his son's bedroom, and told her to please him.

Later he realised it was Mrs Lucas, moaning and groaning in James' bedroom. He'd been heavy with her, threatening to spank her again, and take her home to see her parents. Of course, she didn't want to be taken home to confront her husband, after screwing around with his boy, and looking like a slut.

He knew her from meeting her on the school board, when he had trouble with James. He'd been caught bullying in school. They'd been lenient due to the motoring accident, and the loss of his mother, and sister.

'Well, how are you?' he asked.

It was embarrassing talking to the woman, considering what his son was doing to her. It was dangerous bullying a member of the school board, and so he decided to pretend not to know anything about it. That also meant not warning his son off playing such a dangerous game. Eventually he would have to do something, or it would all blow up in his son's face.

Excusing herself, and marching into James' bedroom, she stood with hands on her hips, trying to strike a defiant pose. Looking like Mussolini instead of an attractive blond, might of helped.

'You summoned me!' Alicia said.

'You sound pissed,' James countered.

'Well, like, what do you expect?' she hissed at him.

'What do you mean? Did you want a long conversation on the phone, in front of your husband?' he sarcastically asked.

'No! You said I should hurry over to, err, well, like, you know, to fuck you,' she shyly spoke.

'So next time I should lie?' he countered.

'Well, like, yea, no, I guess not,' she shrugged.

How had she lost that argument?

'You don't look like a stupid slut. You didn't get changed as ordered. You know what that means,' he said.

'Err, like, but, you know, your dad is here,' Alicia quietly spoke.

'I know. He won't bother us. Get undressed, you know the rules,' he plainly stated.

'But, I, like, was summoned, you know, told to be quick! Yea!' she tried excusing herself.

James thought she sounded like one of the teens in school. Not one of them would be caught dead in that summer dress. It was nice, for an older woman. It was his influence, of stamping on her morals, and self worth, that she was acting this way. He watched her nervously pulling off her clothes.

This is why he'd ordered her to change before arriving. Either in a restroom, or the car, just so long as there was a change of clothes. It meant there was a break, and a clear line between the two places. Her home and his.

Mrs Lucas was naked now, looking distinctly nervous, and worried.

'You know what to do, Mrs Lucas,' he commented.

The look on her face told him how much it hurt to be called Mrs Lucas. It was a reminder of what she was, a married woman. Being stripped of her clothes on the order of a mere boy was humiliating for her. This was a simple punishment that worked upon her effectively, whereas the complicated bimbo game had been a failure.

The woman bent over his bed, with her legs slightly parted. Knowing she was to be punished was a terrible thought. This shouldn't be happening! She was a married woman, an adult, and at thirty-six too old to be spanked by an eighteen-year-old boy.

He might decide to paddle her, or just take her. If he wanted to he could slap her bottom then fuck her unexpectedly. He'd done it before. It was up to him, and she had to bear it. After a spanking he'd probably fuck her anyway. That's what she was here for. Obeying a mere boy was demeaning, and the humiliation of it all was heating her up. This arousal from humiliation, had it always been inside her, or had this nasty side of her character developed since having a bully dominate her?

He may be young but he knew how to pull her strings, and keep her in place. One moment he was complimenting her, and meaning it. Another moment he was punishing her in a subtle or blatant way. He told her where to go, and how to dress, and how to behave.

When he was pleased with her it felt so good. He also protected her like no one had ever done, not her father, or her husband. Sometimes he frightened her, and at other times she was in awe of him. Growing up in a sheltered family, then trapped in a marriage, she knew little of how exciting life could be. Then she met this boy, and her emotions took off.
'Oww!' she cried out.

'Keep quiet unless you want my father to spank you,' James said.

'Oww!' she quietly whimpered, knowing he liked her to react verbally.

Anything to lessen the punishment. He was her big bad boy, and she was his naughty little girl. He knew how to manipulate her, and she could feel it happening. Her body was heating up, not just her bottom.

'Oww! Please sir, please don't hurt your little girl,' she mewed.

James figured his father could hear his slaps to her bare ass, and had heard that first outcry. He'd guessed his father knew this was Mrs Lucas, yet he said nothing. If he was told to let her go, he would. It would be painful, but his father is all he had left and there is no way he would upset him.

A few more smacks to her ass, was enough as he'd become bored. He grabbed her hips and plunged in. Mrs Lucas was always wet after being punished. He'd tried standing her naked against the wall, with hands above her head. She'd loved it, despite complaining about it being demeaning.

The first time he spanked her, he noticed she was aroused from humiliation. To get her to acknowledge it, he made her stand in front of him, with legs apart. He could see she was dripping wet. Her lips were glistening, yet she stood there telling him he shouldn't be doing this to a responsible married woman.

He leant forward, and ran his fingers up her slit, then made her lick her own juices. It made her think, but more importantly, it shut her up. He had found out one of her weaknesses, and from then on he used humiliation to fire her up.

James plunged into her, stabbing her deep with his meaty sword. He held his cock deep inside her, knowing he could wait her out. Eventually she began to squirm, then push back on his cock. He pushed forward, pinning her to the bed, so she couldn't rock back and forth on his cock. Struggling against his strength was no good. He could feel her becoming more desperate.

'Please, James! Like, you brought me here, you know, so, just do it, yea!' she pleaded.

'You want to get it over with, and go home,' he teased.

'Like, yea. Oh! No! Please, err, alright, please fuck me, James, please!' she asked, sounding tortured.

'It's a dilemma, isn't it,' he said.

'What? Oh! Please James, do me, not riddles, please!' she squirmed.

'A dilemma for me and you. Should I let Mrs Lucas go, or fuck my toy. Should Mrs Lucas be a responsible wife and mother, or a boy's fuck toy? Can you answer that, Mrs Lucas?' he taunted her.

'Yea! Oh! Like, yea, I'm your fuck toy! Please use your fuck toy, play with your fuck toy, please! James!' she cried.

He pulled back, further and further, until the head of his cock was pulling at her inner lips. It was just inside her vagina, and it felt tight, as though holding on.

'Shall I pull out? Ask me nicely, use your imagination, fuck toy!' her bully leered, knowing he had her completely at his mercy.

Alicia hated it when he was like this. What was he torturing her for, what had she done wrong? Would he really leave her high and dry if she didn't please him? Think! Try to think of something he wanted to hear. She was a mature woman, and a measly boy wanted her to grovel!

'Please master, thrust into your slaves vagina. This cunt hole is yours to use, please, master, use it!' she begged, hoping it was enough.

Slowly his cock travelled back inside, filling her up. That wonderful feeling of being full! It almost felt as though he were in her belly. She shook her head in the bedding, as though trying to lessen the feelings of being filled because they were so powerful. Slowly, achingly slowly, he pushed with strong leg muscles. Deep inside her she thought he had stopped. Then again a nudge deeper, another small push, and he was deeper still.

'Oh! God! James! Yes!' she crumbled under an onslaught of bliss.

She was ass up, with her head in the bed, her arms supporting her. The complete disgrace of this act pushed her over the edge. An orgasm rattled through her nervous system, hitting her head with an overpowering blow. Numb! Her brain was numb, but still she felt him smoothly, slowly, pulling back. Then a gentle push, and he was unhurriedly sliding back in.

He began to speed up, and again an orgasm hit. Less than before, it sparked off nerve endings along her limbs, to feet and hands. It arrived in her head, adding to the numbness already misting her thoughts. In a fog of dreamy unawareness, she felt him stop, and push hard. He was spurting his semen inside her, and that set her off for a third time. All three orgasms rattled around in her mind. Together fogging her thinking, leaving her gasping for air, and dry as a bone.

Eventually she would go home, but before then she would shower away the smell of sex. Getting dressed would be a good idea. Would James let her get dressed in his room, allowing her to wear sensible clothes from home. He was just as likely to make her walk to her car naked, or wearing a strippers outfit.

For the moment she would lay on his bed wrapped in his arms, enjoying the afterglow of wonderful orgasms. How could a mere boy do this to her? Was it because he cared for her? Did he work hard at finding out what she liked, then do it to her with all his strength and youthful vitality?

In a happy dreamy state, she fell asleep.

***

During the week James summoned his victim. A second week, and she was still at his mercy, running to his bed whenever he called. The same excuse was given to her husband each time, that she had a client, in urgent need.

Harold became suspicious and followed her to James' house. The father was out, because his car was missing from the garage. He wondered what was going on. Seeing the man's son in the kitchen, he left his wife with the boy, thinking all was well. Even so, when she arrived home, he tackled her.

'What's with this client. He looks alright to me,' Harold proffered his opinion.

'I'm not supposed to tell you. It's confidential. Alright, just so long as you promise me not to tell anyone,' she said, waiting for some sign of agreement. 'He lost his mother, and sister in a car accident. I'm trying to improve his confidence. It's a lack of confidence that made him bully children in school. I've at least stopped him being a bully,' she said.

Ralph didn't know what to say.

'Well, I suppose it's alright. You're not in any danger are you?' he asked.

'No, of course not,' she lied.

Their conversation wound down after awhile, and he grudgingly let her continue the voluntary job. To some extent she wished he would have put his foot down, and stopped her visiting the bully. Life could return to normal, and although it would be boring, it would be less dangerous.

***

James phoned, and though he was less harsh and direct, it amounted to the same thing. Alicia was to hurry around to his place, to be used. He really did think of her as his sex toy after all. When he was protecting her, it was really one of his toys he was fighting over. Used as a drudge at home, and a sex toy by a bully, she thought of herself as nothing more than an object. Something to be used and abused.

No one was home so she changed into the slutty clothes she had to wear, rather than struggle in the car outside her bullies house.

Harold was driving home, when he suddenly pulled up. A woman was getting into Alicia's car. He couldn't see who it was, but dressed like that it couldn't be his wife. The short skirt and blouse showed off too much flesh.

About to phone the police, he decided to follow instead. Unsure where in town he was, he noted how luxurious the houses looked. Parked across from the driveway the woman had driven up, it seemed a mystery. The car wasn't anything special, so why would anyone from such a wealthy house want it?

A good view up the driveway was possible, from where he parked across the street. He rummaged around to find a spare pair of glasses, which he should have been wearing to drive. The woman got out, and turned in his direction. It was Alicia!

He dare not move. There was no sign of recognition, so he'd got away with it. Damn! What in hell was she up to?

As she walked around the corner of the house, a man walked out the front door, got in a car, and drove off. Harold couldn't work out what was happening. If he asked James' father, he would have told him he didn't want to bump into Alicia. Not that such an explanation would have clarified the situation.

Harold drove down the street, turned around, and drove home. When Alicia arrived home he walked into the kitchen, trying to look as though nothing was amiss.

'Did you have a good session?' he asked.

'Err, well, yes, I did, very enjoyable,' she said, and turned away, so as not to show a deep embarrassment. 'I mean, it went well. I think the client enjoyed it. Err, like, they got something out of it, err, they feel better, you know, yea,' Alicia murmured, with a finger to her lips.

'I'm not sure I understand. What is it you do?' he said, and pulled out a chair to sit at the kitchen table.

Alicia got the message, he was there to stay, until an explanation was received.

'It's voluntary work,' she lied.

It wasn't voluntary at all, she'd been forced into it! He couldn't possibly get the joke, and she was more liable to cry than laugh. It had been too easy to get into a routine of serving the boy. Serving him, sounded nice, but it was sordid. It wasn't nice serving-up her body to a bully. Letting him do whatever he wanted with her mind and body wasn't nice. Though sometimes. . .

What would her friends say if they found out she was a boy's toy? They would wonder why she hadn't put a stop to it right at the beginning. They didn't know what he was like! He knew how to manipulate her, and how to work on her weaknesses. It was starkly clear during last week at the cabin, how much he was dominating her.

She was a thirty-six-year-old woman, yet a mere boy had dominated her, to such an extent that she obeyed his every word. It was no longer the blackmail, it was much more than that. The terrible thought couldn't be avoided anymore. She was enjoying the excitement, and had to admit, the sex was wonderful. Damn him!

'I just listen to the client, letting them get it out of their mind. Compared to an idea thought about, it seems so different when spoken to someone. It can actually modify their behaviour,' she said.

The books James gave her had been useful, yet her husband thought it was just mumbo jumbo.

'The client is a bully in school. I'm trying to get to the cause of the bad behaviour,' she said, almost meaning it.

James was her bully and was punishing her by making her do things she felt bad about. Being spanked was a simple way of having her comply with his demands. Playing with her emotions, making her feel bad about disobeying him, was more subtle.

When she complied with his demands a rewarded was given. With anything from a smile, up to receiving multiple orgasms. It took awhile to realise the boy was brainwashing and training her. How stupid! Last week he'd been training her to be a dumb bimbo. She'd fallen for it too. With a finger between her lips, adding to the look of a little girl lost, she tuned out what her husband was saying.

'You listening to me? I don't want you to do that work anymore,' he firmly stated.

Alicia giggled, and wondered what to say. It was an escape from her bully without it being her fault. Would James see it that way? If not, another excuse to leave the house at odd times, would have to be thought up.

***

Harold wasn't so much angry as uncomfortable with the idea of his wife visiting loony people. He didn't have any patience for people who couldn't keep their emotions under control. Bullies should be punished quickly and severely, not have their hands held. It was probably the fault of their victims for putting up with it.

He stepped out of his car and walked up to the house he'd seen Alicia enter. A stop to this nonsense was going to be made. He'd told her, now he was going to confront the family, to make sure she stopped this drivel.

A man answered the door, and invited him in. At least it was the father, so he would understand what he was going to say. Women had an illogical way of thinking, especially mothers, and so she would probably be awkward.

'Hi, I'm Harold, Alicia's husband. I'm here to tell you she won't be around again. I don't agree with these social work methods,' he explained. 'Endlessly talking about something doesn't work as far as I'm concerned. If your son is a bully it's up to you to deal with it,' Harold plainly said.

'Well that's a pity,' Ralph said, relieved the man didn't know why she was really here. 'I wanted to thank your wife for all she has done for him,' Ralph said.

'Well, whatever, I just don't want her doing this kind of work. She has enough to do looking after me and her son,' Harold said.

'So it's your decision she shouldn't work?' Ralph asked.

'Yes, that's right, I'm her husband, and the man of the house,' Harold said.

'Maybe she should work on you. You sound like a bully. Why did you come around here? Don't you trust your wife to do as she is told?' Ralph said, while taking the few steps to where Harold sat.

The small man towered over the seated Harold. If Harold had bothered to look, he would have seen the muscular arms, and tough torso, seated on powerful legs.

'My wife, his mother, and sister, died in a car accident. He needs a close family around him, but half of our family have gone. Having a talk with a woman, whatever it is they talk about, helps. Anything that helps my son is okay by me,' he quietly said.

The man in front of him spluttered something, looking peeved. Ralph heard him say not his wife. He dragged the man up by his collar, and shook him.

'Leave things alone. You don't know what you are getting into. Agreed?' Ralph said, and shook him like a dog with a rabbit.

'Hey, you can't, alright! I'll let her,' he conceded.

'If she doesn't come around here, I'll be around after you. Got that!' Ralph said, and shook the man violently.

'Yes! Aright, I get the message!' he said, and meant it.

'I don't mess around, and won't hesitate to deal with the likes of you. Let her make her own decisions. You don't know what you have until you lose it,' Ralph said, strongly meaning it.

Harold didn't fully understand the man. He understood the pain, and dishonour. Worse could be avoided if he just let things carry on as before. Inaction he understood and could easily comply with. As long as Alicia kept up with the house work what did it matter what she did as a hobby.

***

By the time he got home, he'd calmed down. The man was upset from losing his wife and kid, and that was understandable. Alicia was filling a gap in his son's life, so let her continue. It was no skin off his nose. He would just ignore it. Talking! What good could that do!

'Alicia are you there? Very good,' he said, when she brought him a beer.

'You're very thoughtful since returning from that course. Look, I've had a word with that boy's father, and we decided you should see the boy,' he said.

'Oh!' Alicia squeaked, and put a finger to her lips. In a little girly voice, she said, 'If you don't want me to go, I won't.'

'That's the right attitude, I'm sure. You're my wife and should do as you are told. Well, something like that. You know what I mean. We should know what each other wants by now. Anyway, I've agreed with the boy's father, you must go there, and that's that,' Harold declared.

'The dinner is on the stove,' Alicia said, and hurried back to the kitchen.

He followed her into the kitchen, 'Don't forget, you must go there when your needed,' Harold told his wife.

Tightly gripping the kitchen sink, she steadied herself, trying not to cry. What in hell was she to do now! The father and her husband were sending her to that bully. They both demanded she must go to James when he called. They obviously didn't know what that meant!

How could she tell her husband, he was sending her to be fucked by that boy. The trap had been tightened around her like a noose. Up until now she hadn't discovered a way out of this mess, and now it was impossible. What was next, a police escort to the boys bedroom?

So now when James phoned, her husband would tell her to go and see her bully. The father would invite her in, and send her to the bully's bedroom. Would he pat her head, tell her to be a god girl, and do as she was told? His son did sometimes, just to patronise her as a reminder of her position.

This was it, there would be no reprieve, she was nothing but a boy's plaything, just a boy's sex toy. He knew how to play with her, so why not lay back and enjoy it. She had her husband's approval, so this was her position in life, laying back being fucked! So, embrace it, and make the most of it.