The Breaker
Copyright© 2008 by Heel
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A story about a man who was not actually an assassin.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Horror BDSM DomSub MaleDom Sadistic Torture Doctor/Nurse Foot Fetish Leg Fetish
Crystal was very angry at her husband. She was so angry that she threatened to leave home and never return. He didn't seem to be impressed at all. He said that he refused to pay for absurd luxuries anymore. His smile was driving her crazy, his calm manners even more so. Crystal wondered what was going on with Bobby. The first year of their marriage was perfect, but then ... he changed.
Crystal bought a new dress, and immediately felt much better. Then she had coffee with a friend hers, a friend who was a good listener. After sharing her problems with him, she felt well enough to go home.
It was already dark outside. She looked around for a taxi, but there was none. Her chances of finding one were slim because she was standing on a deserted side street. Across the street was a park, and in the distance, she could see the traffic lights at the end of East Road. She headed in that direction.
Beyond the arched entrance of the park was a large, stone staircase that was lined with trees and bushes. Two lamps were illuminating the upper part of the staircase. The lower part was in darkness. She could see kids playing among the trees.
Crystal flipped open her mobile and called her husband.
"Bobby, is the dinner ready yet?"
"I kept my promise, dear," he answered sweetly.
"Is it eatable?"
"I hope so," he said dryly.
"OK, then. I'm coming."
Crystal was putting the phone in her purse, when she felt her right high-heel catching on something.
"What the..." she managed to say and threw out her arms to steady herself. Her right shoe refused to move. She stepped forward with her left foot. Her ankle wobbled and turned. Losing her balance, she tumbled down the stairs.
"Oh, my..." she yelped with surprise.
Crystal found herself lying at the bottom of the stairs. Everything was dark around her; coldness was creeping up her spine. She propped up on her elbows and cursed. Her body felt stiff and sore. Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted. She examined her manicure, and noticed a chipped nail.
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