Eosi’s Redemption

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- Hank - 

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The following morning, Eosi was still very much hurting, and the pain in the small of her back was getting worse. Hank felt bad about going too fast too far. He definitely had allowed himself to get carried away, and had been conscious of neither her nor his own limits. There was purple swelling on that spot of her back, right on the spine, which had Hank very worried. He tried to convince her to go see a doctor. But she refused, wary of the possible consequences to Hank, still under careful monitoring from law enforcement. Finally he drove her home in his car, where she swore she was well enough to take care of herself, while Francisco helped return the car she had left at Hank’s. Meanwhile, her own car had stayed strategically parked in front of a surveillance camera, next to her place, in case anybody would start digging.

The next cause of concern was all the evidence at Hank’s place. Eosi had sweated, snotted, drooled, bled, and juiced all over the floor, the anvil, the wooden beam and all the tools they had used, and then over the courtyard and his home. Francisco got one of his friends to sell Hank cleaning products that “fell from the truck”, to avoid making a traceable store purchase, and Hank had spent the rest of the Sunday bleaching and thoroughly cleaning everything. He had to cut the wooden beam in small pieces and burn it down, as well as the ropes and the bed sheets.

Several days later, Eosi’s back was still getting worse and she was having trouble walking. Hank finally convinced her to go to the hospital and get it checked out. They made up a story for her bruises and scars, but it was a hard sell. The sexual nature of the injuries left very little room for guessing. And just three hours after she was admitted in the emergency room, a host of siren-blazing light-flashing cop cars came hurling down Hank’s driveway. 

Thankfully they couldn’t uncover any conclusive evidence. It also didn’t help their cause that Eosi took his side and complained about police harassment, when interviewed by a local reporter. She wanted to be left alone and the whole world to forget about her, as she put it. The police gave up, but warned that circumstances alone would be enough to indict him if he would be caught in contact with her or if more harm would keep happening to Eosi. That was a devastating blow, a cold shower over the heat of their passion.

* - *

They wouldn't dare meet in person for a long time after this, only calling each other on burner phones Francisco would provide them. It gave the opportunity for Eosi to get all the medical attention she deserved, and in time she got better. However she was not able to fully recover and was left with intermittent pain at the small of her back. Thankfully it was not crippling but enough to be an annoyance when it flared.

Kept apart by the circumstances, their relationship began to evolve. They were talking more, getting to know each other better. Unable to meet, they began fantasizing about new predicaments. Eosi was usually the one to steer the conversation to this territory, asking and probing for all the mean things he would do to her. Hank would play along and pretend-brutalize her, and she would moan and he would get hard. In the heat of the moment, while rubbing herself, the Malaysian girl would often try to escalate the scenes by murmuring encouragement like “you could hurt me more… I would suffer anything for your pleasure Master”.

In the scene they were playing that night, over the phone, Eosi was hanging by a rope from her wrists, her legs spread-eagle with her ankles tied to metal rings bolted on the floor. Hank had whipped her for hours already, covering every inch of her body in red welts. Eosi's voice on the phone was especially intense that night. Her breathing was hard and fast. It seemed as if she was completely caught in the moment, lost in her fantasy space.

- “Master…” she whispered on the phone, “I want you to… I need you to ruin me… Please! What if you had another bullwhip, with…  metal…?” 

Hank was usually reluctant to this kind of escalation, but this time he went along. In the heat of the moment, he caught himself being aroused by the idea of Eosi offering herself without any limits. He escalated.

- “You crave a lot more than a simple whipping, don’t you slave? I have the thing just for you, a heavy chain whip with sharp spikes attached across the full length.” He paused. “There will be no coming back from this, so you have to beg me to do it, I need to be sure this is what you want.”

His voice betrayed his emotion, he wanted to do it, very badly. In addition to picturing her hanging body about to give-in to the lashes, a second image was forming in Hank’s mind. That of his partner naked by the phone, her skinny body heaving and her long and slim fingers digging between her thighs. The two mental images were combining, driving his excitement into overdrive. Eosi picked up on it and escalated in turn.

- “Master, I want you to swing the chain whip as hard as you can, and hit me with your full strength... ” Her breathing was louder and faster. “I want the metal spikes to dig in my flesh and rip me apart, please Master…”

Hank proceeded to describe the impact of the deadly implement, and how it would ravage her frail body. Eosi imagined her screams, how she would almost lose her mind, but would hang on to the twisted pleasure of suffering an ordeal at Hank’s hand.

By this time, he was fully entranced by the fantasy. The horrific nature of the acts had become the expression of her total surrender. Eosi was giving him her body, down to the flesh under her skin, and with it her mind and her soul. And he was seizing control, owning her completely, to her last scream and her last breath.

The two of them were very close to release, masturbating as the deadly fantasy unfolded. 

- “This is the end of the line for you…” Hank whispered.

- “The pain is agonizing… yet I have never felt so right in my place…” . She paused. “Master… I would like to feel you inside of me one last time…”, she breathed.

Hank played along but added a twist.

- “There is a long, thick and sharp pole on the floor. I pick it up and push it in between your legs.” Hank continued.

- ”Oh… yes… please I beg you to push it in… deep inside me… Which hole would you like to use to impale your slave… Master…?”

- “I set the tip of the shaft at the entrance of your sex. It is dripping wet from all your suffering…”

- “Yes, I am such a whore who gets turned-on being tortured by my master… Please push it in and pierce me… Tell me how it wrecks me, how it breaks through my insides…”

- “I am pushing slowly, but with all my strength. The pole disappears inside you, it pierces through your flesh… I can see it pushing under your skin as it creeps up… The tip goes up, it nears your vital organs…”

- “Oh my god… I am convulsing through the biggest orgasm of my life… oooh aaah ooohhhh…….” She screamed on the phone as her fantasy ecstasy echoed in realty, and through the phone. 

Hank could not hold it and released a heavy load of sperm, grunting. There was silence on both sides. Eosi was the first one to break it.

- “Thank you Master…”

Crossing into such gruesome territory was initially more of an exception. But as they were denied physical contact, the drive of their shared fantasy would sometimes become overwhelming. And those nights, when they would be longing for each other, he would go medieval on her willing body, to her moans and cries of make believe pain and real pleasure.

* - *

Whether they were lost in the extreme fantasies, imagining neverending restraints, submissions and humiliations, or simply just talking, they were growing closer together. And for Hank, the separation was becoming simply unbearable. A future with her, as much as he wanted it, was still out of reach. Every step they were taking together, ended with an intervention from law enforcement. He needed to fight back.

He finally decided to go on the offense and reached out to his old cellmate Mario, to at least understand what he was up against. He asked if he had any contact that could help him get some information that could help. He had little hope at first, turning to a Made Man to inform on the Police was as counter-intuitive as it gets. Against all odds Mario didn’t push back. He promised he would call back shortly, and he did. Three days later, the burner phone rang:

- “It’s this cat, Charlie Sutters.” He explained. “The cop who arrested you the first time around. That moved him up in the food chain. And the word at the station, he’s got a big boner for your girl. He’s gotten in trouble for it too. Our guy said he got close to suspension more than once, using police resources to follow the girl, that creepy bastard.” 

- “I see…” Hank answered, as wheels started to turn in his mind.

- “It gets better. The trouble he was in, that was leaked. And it got to the point where his wife showed up at the station! She blew up in his face in front of all the other cops, a real shit show! Look, my friend. I can’t do much more right now… we got our hands full here, so I can’t do more on my side. But this is good news. I’ve seen guys like that before. They think they are heroes, they obsess over the pretty girl in distress. A little push and they cross the line. Either they get caught, or even better we own them…”

- “Yeah I see.” Hank answered again. “Thanks a lot Mario, you are a real brother to me.”

- “Anytime my friend! Look, I gotta go. You take care of that fucker for me yeah?”

Hank started to pace around, thoughts were bouncing left and right. Later that night, he called Eosi and Francisco. He had a plan to finally be free.

* - *

- Charles Sutters -

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Charles was sitting in his car, in a dark street, lights off. The red tip of his cigarette gave a faint glow to his face. It was one of those evenings, when he couldn’t push the girl out of his thoughts. That girl he had rescued from the monster in a school basement all these years ago. Down the street, in her apartment window, the light was on. She was home. 

He knew the risks of being here. If he got caught one more time, there would be hell to pay, at work and at home. Especially at home, Sally was still giving him the cold shoulder after the drama at work. All this trouble, thanks to cop wives gossiping to each other about internal affairs. This almost cost him his family. But all he could think of was the girl in the apartment, her beautiful dark eyes. She was in danger, he just knew it in his gut. The sadist was after her again, that last stint in the hospital was no accident. He was somehow manipulating her, or blackmailing her, it was obvious.

Being here for one hour at most after work, it was almost useless and he knew it. The chance that something would happen right when he was protecting her was close to none. But at least he tried, at least he cared. And at least today, she was ok. He had thought of spending more time… but if he got in trouble again, how would he help her then? She needed him, even if she didn’t know it. 

Odd, he thought, a Taxi that stops right by her door. Nobody in the back, it’s just waiting. 

- “Her light!” he exclaimed to himself in the car. The light in the apartment window had just turned off. Was it a coincidence, or was she going somewhere? The building door opened and…

- “What the hell!?” He was talking to himself again.

His eyes were wide open. His right hand reached for his long-lense stakeout camera. Looking into the eyepiece, he turned the magnification to the max. The way she was dressed…. She was barely covered at all! A tiny white skirt was barely hiding her small ass, making her slander tan legs look like they were miles long. And for a top, there was only a small worn-out T-shirt. The shoulders were cut-out showing her frail frame and skin. And the bottom was trimmed so high that it would surely show underboob if she had even slightly larger breasts. Below the cut, her apparent ribs transitioned to her skinny bare stomach, and her hip lines plunged into her low cut dress. On top, her long smooth hair was like dark silk resting on her bare shoulders through the cuts in the fabric. In all these years of observing her, Charles had never seen as much revealed.

- “What is she doing?” he thought. “Is she trying to provoke him? Did he force her to do this?” He felt his temper rise as soon as thought occurred to him. 

She climbed in and the yellow cab got into motion. 

- “This time!” He thought to himself, “If he’s involved he’s done for!”

And with Eosi’s best interests at heart, he started to tail the cab, at a safe distance. He was doing the right thing, she needed him… the bulge in his pants was not anything to worry about, not important.

Charles was used to tailing cars, it was no problem for him to remain undetected. Meanwhile the cab was steadily heading towards the worst part of town. Already the houses were in disrepair, and by the time the cab pulled over, the few streetlights still working were flickering and buzzing badly. Charles stopped as well, still a block away. He observed the driver and her talk for a while. He couldn’t know for sure, but he assumed the cabbie was protesting having to drop her in a place like that, dressed like a stripper. He saw her handing some cash over, and she got out. The cab didn’t wait and bailed immediately. Even inside a car, it was not safe around here.

Eosi started to walk down the street, she was coming towards him. He turned off the engine and slid to the back seat, laying down. This was not his first time, the tinted back window and the general darkness did the trick. As she walked right past him, he got a glimpse of her slender frame, her firm abdomen muscles visibly tightening as she walked by, and the faint bounce of her breasts, although she was clearly not wearing a bra. To him she looked like a pristine, frail model, something so out of place on this dirty, decrepit sidewalk. 

He waited a few minutes for her to be at a good distance again, and turned the car around. Headlights off, he was hopping discreetly from spot to spot on the opposite side of the road, keeping an eye on her.

It was not long, after she stepped over a couple of homeless people lying on the curb, for heckles to start flying. It ranged from “Hey baby, need some company?” all the way to “Hey whore, my cock’s gonna break your ass!” Another block down, and there was now a small group following her. He was increasingly nervous. She was getting closer to a group of three guys that Charles had his eye on. Unlike the rest of the crowd they were not heckling. One was massive, easily towering above the rest by a head, and as wide as three of them. 

When Eosi got to their level the big guy stepped in front of her. He appeared to be talking to her. Charles was sure it was nothing pleasant. Then he heard him yell “Scram you creeps!” to Eosi’s following and the group tailing her did just that, they scattered. Last thing he saw was the giant grabbing Eosi by the arm and violently shoving her in the nearby dark alley, while his two friends followed suit and they disappeared from sight.

That was enough! Charles grabbed his service weapon and his flashlight, lunged out of his car and sprinted towards the alley. He heard a cry, he wanted to scream “Police!” but he knew that in that part of town, that was more likely to get him killed off than anything else. He rushed into the alley and directed the bright beam of his flashlight at the three men. They had not wasted time, Eosi’s t-shirt was already ripped open exposing her chest. The large man was unbuckling his pants while his two friends were pinning the poor girl against the cold dark wall. She was screaming. One of the friends gave her a savage slap across the face with the back of his hand. Charles blood was boiling in his veins:

- “Freeze fuckers and let her go!” he screamed. “I can drop all three of you right now, and not even your mothers will give a shit!”

That was of course a bluff. This was his service weapon. Him and her, and dead bodies at the same time and place. Even in the best case, it would be the end of his marriage and career.

As for the three thugs, they had not expected an armed lunatic to barge-in on their little party. The big guy was gawking towards Charles both his hands still holding his zipper, completely frozen. The one closest to the cop seemed like he still had half of a functioning brain:

- “Hold-on man, relax. This girl is yours? Man, you gotta be cool and let us have a go at her, man. She can’t just walk like that on our turf…”

He understood. They had taken him for a pimp, and her for a working girl out of her territory. And to be fair, that was a much more likely story. He took a few steps towards the talking scumbag and whacked him on the face with the handle of his gun. Blood gushed down the creep’s nose. 

- “Fuckers back off or you bite it!”

They let go of her, and even the big guy retreated a few steps, still holding his pants.

- “Out!” he yelled at Eosi this time. 

She took his hand and he led her out of danger. Her t-shirt dropped. He put his arm around the scared topless girl, and walked her across the street to his car, still pointing his gun at the assholes. He sat her in the passenger seat, climbed in, and left at full throttle.

- “What the fuck were you thinking!” he screamed!

She was silent, but she couldn’t hold it and started to cry. He backed off.

- “I’m sorry I…  fuck… ok.” He was trying his best not to stare at her naked chest, heaving along with as she sobbed. But with her face buried in her hands, she wouldn't notice. So he dared a long look at that fit body, those legs. How many times had he imagined her skin against his, the hero rescuing the girl in distress as a happy ending to a beautiful story. He was tempted to move his hand… “what the fuck am I doing?” he finally caught himself.

- “Look, put this on.” He said as he handed her a sweater from the back seat.

She took the sweater, snuggled it against her chest, and continued crying. He tried to console and reassure her, but he was not coming through.

- “Look, I am not just anybody, alright? Do you know who I am? My name is Charles Sutter. I am the man who rescued you from the school basement. I just…” 

He caught himself in time. What was he going to say? I have been checking on you all those years and that’s why I was there tonight? I love you, although I have not spoken to you since that monster’s trial. I secretly picture you naked in my head when I fuck my wife? That explanation wouldn’t go well.

- “Look, you and I are connected. It’s not by chance that I happened to be there when you got assaulted. It was meant to be!”

She wouldn’t speak, and was still holding tight to his sweater. Charles was trying to comfort her, the best he could while working on keeping his composure, and not acting like a pervert with the half naked woman of his dreams in his car. As they arrived at her place, she had stopped sobbing and she finally turned towards him. She uttered a timid “Thank you…” and planted a kiss on his cheek. She was looking at him with the softest eyes. She hesitated and finally dared:

- “Will you stay a while?”

Out of all everything that happened this evening, it was the hardest trial for Charles. His whole being, body and soul, desperately wanted to say yes, to kiss her right there and then. He fought back his own urges, and through an incredible feat of strength managed to keep his cool.

- “Look, I’d better not… it’s complicated… I’ll walk you to the door.”

- “What if I need you…?” she answered softly.

Again a punch to the gut. It was so hard to resist. But he kept it together, he took her number and didn’t give his. He hadn’t bumped into anybody he knew, and if he hurried he could still make it home in time for dinner with only a small delay. Most importantly, he had made contact with her. And she liked him and wanted to see him again! Finally, he thought, the good guys got a win!

* - *

- Eosi - 

* - *

As soon as she got home and turned on the light, a burner phone buzzed. She picked-up, listened and answered:

- “Yes Master, it all went according to the plan. But I’m sorry, I couldn’t get him to stay and go all the way… It was close. It’s just a matter of time.”

There was another question on the phone.

- “No nothing happened, he intervened in time…  Master, I know you were watching over us too, and I am thankful...” She paused then added “But I wanted to say… I would have gladly suffered through this and more… if I knew it could bring us together.”

Charles kept in touch almost immediately. They started talking regularly. He told her how he felt responsible for her, how he wanted to be there for her. She told him how she had these urges to put herself in danger, and how bad people would take advantage of her. How badly she needed him to protect her. She told him he was the only one who could understand. It was not long until they agreed to meet again. They needed to talk in person, as she put it, these feelings were too much to express over the phone.

* - *

- Charles Sutter - 

* - *

A few days later, Charles was sitting on a hotel room bed, his heart racing. He was waiting for her, they were going to be alone, together. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, but he had wanted this for so long. He also was nervous, maybe it was the anticipation, but there was little that was bothering him in the back of his cop’s mind. He decided to ignore it, and to fully embrace the moment.

A door knock and she was in front of him, her beautiful dark eyes, and this time a gentle smile. She was more modest than last time, but still very sexy, wearing a skirt and a tight t-shirt. He would have kissed her immediately if he dared. 

They sat on the bed and they talked about their life, about their issues. She laid a hand on his leg, casually. He kept the conversation going but his mind started racing. It is going to happen, he thought. He wanted it so bad… but shockingly, it was the face of Sally, his wife and their two boys that popped up in his mind. What the heck? He fought this sudden guilt and buried it deep in his mind. He needed to. 

It was his turn to put his hand on Eosi’s bare thigh, she made a small twitch and smiled. He moved his hand up slightly, she opened her legs, wrapped her arms around his neck and slipped her tongue in his mouth. His hand moved up further between her thighs, he caressed her… as their tongues were dancing together… She climbed on his lap, facing him and removed her t-shirt. She was his! She gently pushed him back and laid him on his back, and he felt her hands moving down his shirt to the buckle of his pants. 

And again, the picture of his wife flashed before his eyes. A feeling of sadness overtook him. Sally and him had been through thick and thin together. Sometimes she was too much to handle but she was his wife, the mother of his children. The spell broke. He stood up, and shoved Eosi off his lap onto the bed. He couldn’t believe it. After all these years of obsession, all these fantasies, getting this close! And now that it was real, he couldn’t do it? He felt like he was falling from a skyscraper back to real life. This girl, this victim, was just a fantasy, a means of escape. But deep inside his soul, he was not ready to throw his life away for her. 

- “I’m sorry I can’t…” he muttered. His body and his cock wanted to though… so bad. “This is not right…” he added. He needed to get his shit together and go.

He was going to walk, but before he knew it, his pants were undone, his penis was out and Eosi’s soft warm lips were closing on his erect member. 

- “No.. no.. oh my god.” He really tried to say no. He really tried to muster the courage to leave. But as the slender Asian girl of his fantasy slid her warm mouth down his manhood, as the tip of his glans connected with the opening of her throat, it was over. Any vision of Sally disappeared, and he let himself slip into the realm of a very forbidden pleasure. He couldn’t last long, he was overwhelmed. And soon, he unloaded into the soft wet embrace of Eosi’s mouth. All these years of frustration and obsessive fantasies went splashing against the girl’s palate. 

* - *

He barely had any time to recover before he heard a buzzing noise. His phone was ringing. He ignored it, he had bigger issues on his mind at the present time. He tried to collect his thoughts. What the fuck was he going to do now? He felt so satisfied, and yet so ashamed and guilty at the same time. Buzz buzz. The phone wouldn’t stop. He needed to think… maybe it was just a one time mistake… he could go back to his life… but could he? Sally could never find out, she would not understand… not in a million years. Buzz buzz buzz buzz. And that phone, what was it with that phone? 

He snapped out of it and picked up.

- “Am I talking to Mr. Charles Sutter?” Said a man with a heavy latin accent. “Are you Vincent Sutter’s father? You are listed as an emergency contact…” 

- “Yes it’s me…. What the… what’s going on?”

- “Sir you need to come immediately, there has been an accident…”

Charle’s brain finally snapped out of it fully. He pushed Eosi’s topless body to the floor, grabbed his things and without even a word ran out of the room”.

* - *

- Hank -

* - *

Looking into the peephole in the next room’s door, Hank saw the cop darting to the elevator. It was almost time, and time was everything now. According to the plan, Francisco had called the cops for a domestic disturbance in one of the rooms of the hotel, just before placing the fake hospital call to Charles Sutters. They had at most ten minutes to finish everything, before the Police actually showed up.

He waited for the final text from Francisco, confirming Sutter's departure. It came in under a minute: 

“Ese is gone” buzzed the text on his burner phone.

Showtime! He opened the room door, and after checking that the corridor was clear, he rushed into Eosi’s room. He found the girl fully undressed, sitting on the side of the bed. Her clothes were ripped, the bed was a mess.

- “Did he do this?” asked Hank.

She shook her head, gesturing the tearing of the clothes with her hands

- “Got it, nice job! Did you fuck though?” Hank threw right back at her.

She shook her head again, and pointed a finger at her full, closed mouth.

- “Ok, alright. We are prepared for that!” He replied, digging a glass test-tube from one of his pockets. 

He placed it just under her mouth and Eosi spit back the full load of Charles Sutter’s semen into the tube. Hanks closed the tube and put it back in his pocket. She then laid her back on the bed, following the sequence they had rehearsed verbally on the phone multiple times. Now it would be for real.

- “Ready?” he said, looking at her.

This time she nodded. He grabbed her wrists with his leather-glove covered hands, squeezed with all his might and twisted. She bit her lip. When he let go there were bright red marks on her joints… good, that was the point.

- “The wall” Eosi reminded him.

- “Ah right, I almost forgot!”

He grabbed her right wrist again, and pressed the back of her hand against the wall, careful not to make a noise. Then he forcefully scraped her knuckle against the rough paint, leaving her bleeding and a red stripe on the white wall above the bed. She let a small “owww” out, which was met by a reprimanding look and a finger across Hank’s lip. Hush!

- “Sorry Master” she muttered.

Her neck was next. He grabbed her just below the chin, squeezed hard and twisted. She held her lips sealed this time, good girl. 

For what was coming though, she would need his help to stay silent. He pushed the palm of his left hand down hard against her mouth, crushing her lips against her teeth. And with the right hand, he curled his fingers into a fist, and positioned it against her toned abdomen, just below her ribcage. She was looking at him, with that same look she had when she knelt in front of him in the barn. There was fear, but also there was anticipation and excitement. He gave a quick push with his fist, as a forewarning. With her eyes locked on his, she nodded. 

And then there was a flurry of hits. The first blow caught her in the stomach, then the hip, and the rib cage. She was shaken by each blow, bouncing her body off the bed. She got pummeled, her screams muffled under Hank’s hand. He was panting when he was done, from the sheer effort and violence of it. It took a while for her muted screams to subside. But she eventually calmed down. She gave him another nod, and he knew he could release her mouth from his hand. She stretched her lips, her eyes were tearing.

- “How is your back?” he asked in a low voice.

- “It’s good enough.” she replied softly. 

- “Good. You know what’s next.” 

She spread her legs, revealing a small, damped spot on the sheets. Her pussy lips were glistening, she was wet.

- “Oh! That’s not gonna work for us, we need the friction…” he muttered. He grabbed a hand towel in the small bathroom and handed it to her.

- “I’m sorry Master.” She said once again in a hushing voice, as she quickly attempted to wipe and dry her soaked labia, and as much as she could of her vagina. “I’m sorry I’m such a slut for your punishments Master” she added, with a quirky smile on the corner of her mouth. She was not sorry, he was not sorry, nobody was sorry. At that moment, with that small sentence, the incredible power of their connection really struck him. He didn’t show it, but she was everything to him.

He pulled a hard rubber dildo out of his jacket and positioned it at the now dried-up opening of her sex. With his left hand once more firmly pressed on top of her mouth, and the tip of the hard toy pushed against her hole, he started to violently, repeatedly stab her and pull back. At each punch, the invading object was forced further inside of her, making her whole body contract. It must have hurt, she was visibly trying to control herself and contain her reaction, but Hank was hitting like a truck. It took all the strength in his left arm and hand to keep her mouth shut.

The large dildo was now fully inside her, sticking out by an inch... And to finish, Hank lifted himself and he kneed her in the groin. She received it in full force with the dildo still lodged inside her, and her full body jerked wildly as a reaction. She curled-up in a fetal position, like a guy kicked in the balls. She would have screamed all she could if it was not for Hank’s gloved hand. 

He removed the dildo, uncovering irritated, scraped skin and pearling blood at the entrance of her sex. On her body, the spots where his earlier punches had landed were quickly swelling and changing color. He secured the hard rubber cock in a ziplock bag and pocketed it.

- “The load.” he reminded her, while backing off.

Still reeling, she slowly rolled on her back, thrusted her hips up and spread her tights. With two fingers she opened her very bruised, blood smudged sex as wide as she could. Hank got the test tube opened, flipped it and poured it in, dumping the cop’s cum inside Eosi’s vagina. The setup was almost over. She closed her legs and looked at him again, nervous.

He put his left hand on her shoulder, pushing her back flat on the mattress, and cocked his right arm, with a tight fist. 

- “Are you sure you want to go through with the last step? We might get away without it…” He asked.

- “I love you Master” she said with a nod, trembling while looking him straight in the eyes.

As if welcomed by the sweet words, he brought down two full force punches to her head, back to back. The first one caught her jaw, flipped her head to the side and sent a mist of sweat droplets flying across the bed. Her head bounced back forcefully, and caught the full speed of the second punch right on the temple, a full frontal collision. Hank felt the pain of the impact though the leather glove, while Eosi’s head whiplashed back on the mattress. There were two bounces, and then her arms and legs got limp, she was out cold. He held his own hand, hoping nothing was broken. Something like this could derail their whole story. Thankfully, the pain was not too bad, it was likely just a bruise.

Reassured, Hank took a moment to admire the naked, slim body of the girl lying on a cheap hotel bed in front of him. Her black hair was a mess, half covering her face. The left side of her lips were beginning to swell and he could see the corner of her eye starting to turn to a dark bluish tone. Slow breathing was bringing her small breast up and down on the waves of her ribs. Her breasts were suspiciously free of any marks, which Hank remedied by giving them a few strong squeezes and twists in his powerful hands, as a last touch to the picture they had painted together.

He could have done absolutely anything to her at this moment, if they were not racing against the clock, with their future together at stake. And if they had time, he knew she would want him to. That thought made his dick press even harder inside his pants. He knew that whatever was coming to his mind, she would probably want him to do much worse to her.

All in all, he could not believe the level of dedication and devotion she had shown, just so she could be with him. This was the moment, with her bruised unconscious body lying in front of him, when he mentally turned the page on his anger. Right there in the hotel room, with the clock ticking, he let go of the past and welcomed her truly and openly into his heart. With a last look and a raging hard-on, he left the hotel. Driving away, he could hear in the distance the police sirens closing-in on the hotel.

* - *

Eosi’s case made the papers again, but this time, the focus was on the Police Officer Charles Sutter, the “Stalker Inspector” as they called him. Whatever explanations he tried to give, whatever defense he tried to muster, it got lost amongst the very real accusations of stalking, his obsession with her, and the delusion which had led him to raping her. The “White Knight Syndrome” they called it, paired with narcissistic tendencies. His marriage exploded, and some news outlets even started to question if the “Groundskeeper Sadist” trial was real to begin with, or was it just a setup orchestrated by an obsessed cop, who thought he was above the law?

It took several months for the whole affair to conclude, a time during which both Eosi & Hank had agreed to keep their contact to a minimum, to avoid any chance of ruining everything. 

In the end, Charles Sutter was sentenced to fifteen years to life in prison, and Eosi was awarded a very large sum of money in damages by the Police Department, for their failure to rein-in one of their own. One thing was clear, whatever happened in the future, they would not go near her again.