Sarah's Therapy
At forty two years of age Chad was at the peak
of his game. As the most successful salesman in the company he was making the big bucks
and loving every minute of his wealth and power. Tall, handsome, in descent physical Leaving work today before eight or nine at night was an infrequent occasion--to remain top dog he placed the company as numero uno in his life--his lovely wife and adorable children were at the periphery. However, today was a special occasion. It was his wife, Sarah's, 40th birthday and for a change he not only remembered (instead of his secretary), but he planned a surprise celebration. In the morning he had packed a bag and told Sarah he would be flying to Chicago for a business conference. He would be home at midnight if he was lucky. After a terse apology about not being home for her birthday he suggested they celebrate it tomorrow. He was not surprised that Sarah wasn't disappointed or even angry with him--she always appreciated his hard work for the benefit of the family and knew that he loved her despite his neglect and lapses in consideration. Every year she took from work on her birthday. Next to Chad were a dozen long stem red roses, a two pound box of assorted Godiva chocolates--her favorites, and a gorgeous 18k chain necklace his secretary picked out at the jewelry store. Sarah loved jewelry, especially necklaces, which she had dozens. Chad figured candy and flowers first, then love making in the indoor Jacuzzi, and lastly surprising her with the necklace at her favorite french restaurant with friends. It would be a perfect evening. And she deserved it. Chad understood Sarah was too good for him
(everyone told him that in the event he forgot). During the nearly twenty years of
marriage she never became a hostile bitch like most wives--incessantly carping about an
unhappy life as if it were their husbands' fault. She never had a depressed day, drank to
intoxication, or became addicted to sedatives. Even if she had the most difficult and
exhausting day at the hospital (she was a psychiatric nurse), she would gladly come home
and cook a gourmet dinner for the family, help the kids with their homework, redecorate
the den with wallpaper, and even massage his back in bed. She was an ardent reader of
psychological thrillers, especially if they involved the medical field. Even his cocaine
usage did not elicit a condemnation as long as he understood it must remain a secret from
the kids. Their sexual life was terrific. Not only did she love sex, she was even more
daring than he in trying different positions. But most of all she knew how to manage his
temper. It was explosive but never Chad parked on the circular driveway. He lived in a huge white colonial with magnificent gardens that Sarah created and obsessively maintained. After grabbing her gifts he closed the door silently so she wouldn't hear his arrival. In a moment he knew she'd be incredibly surprised because he was not really the romantic type. As he was about to put the key in the lock of the front door he laughed to himself thinking she could be fucking the handsome young tennis pro who had bedroom eyes and a hot, muscular body like in those abs commercials. Despite Chad's bloated ego a twinge of insecurity tweaked his heart. Chad carefully and quietly opened the front door, reeling a bit. Holding on to the door tightly he peeked in. Nothing! He tiptoed into the house. Giggling. In the foyer Chad listened for her presence. He figured she was most likely upstairs, though she could be in the basement doing laundry. As he was about to go upstairs, thinking she was reading in bed, he heard voices in the den. And strange sounds that made no sense to him. He figured she was talking on the telephone with the television on. Chad tiptoed to the entrance of the den and immediately burst in the room, careful not to trip on his own feet. His intention was not to scare her to death, but just come close. "Surprise!" Sarah's eyes burst open! Chad stood stiff and speechless. In that split second when a cataclysmic shock
rocked a naive brain, addled with inebriants, he just could not ingest the
unthinkable--the impossible--what could never, ever, ever, ever be true. "What the
fuck!" But it was true. What Chad saw was Sarah was on the couch, in the nude,
attractive as always, in what appeared to be the throes of erotic ecstacy. There was
an Asian woman sitting in front of her, even more attractive with hefty tits, long black
hair and soft sensuous features. Her hands were bound and secured to her thighs so that
she could not wrestle herself away from Sarah's lovely amber necklace, a Christmas gift, was the torturer. It was being twisted deeply into the woman's slender neck. Grinning stupidly she said the first thing that came to mind. "This is a surprise." She saw the candy and the flowers. "For me. How sweet you are dear." She also noticed his disapproving sneer with half opened eyes. "Obviously, this is a shock for you." Even stoned to abstruseness the reality was self evident. Sarah was strangling this woman. With that indelible truth Chad's perfect world collapsed. "That is a fucking understatement!" He couldn't catch his breath. And now that he needed a clear mind, the intoxicants would deny that. Sarah's legs held the woman's buttocks firmly against her crotch (Chad could not see the huge black dildo connecting rectum to vagina). The dildo rubbed against her clit and was catapulting her toward an incredibly awesome orgasm. Though she was happy her husband had come home to surprise her, she really did not wish to be distracted now. Sarah chose to close her eyes and ignore Chad's distracting presence until she reached climax. The Asian beauty belched horrific gurgling wails. Her blood shot eyes were lolling back into her head. Chad let the gifts drop to the floor as he stepped to the side to see for himself what had to be true, Sarah was having an orgasm. "You're getting off on this woman while you're fucking strangling her! I can't fucking believe this!" Panting. Her eyes still closed. "If you will just go upstairs and watch television I'll be with you in a few minutes. Then I can explain, dear." She could hardly get a word out with the engulfing erotic sensations surging. "Stop with your fucking bullshit!" He paced about, watching her come. Sarah had an explosive orgasm. She fell back shaking all over--oohing and aahing loudly with each surge of erotically charged pleasure. After coming she laid there exhausted. She did not release the garrotte. The woman's frantic lungs were screaming for air. "I don't fucking believe this! I don't fucking believe you had a fucking orgasm with a woman!" Sarah took several deep breaths and then focused on her husband's upset. It was never her intent to be cruel to him. "I've obviously terribly upset you and I'm sorry. This is a personal secret and from the nature of it you can see it wouldn't be something I would think of sharing with anyone." She had a good marriage and didn't want today's crisis to ruin that. "Secret? Are you implying she's not the first person you've murdered?" he yelled in his incredulous confusion. "Let's not go there. Let me finish and--" Chad demanded. "Tell me!" Sarah spoke softly. She had no intentions of engaging in a fight with him, but she acquiesced to his wish. "To be truthful. Yes. There have been other women. Are you happy now?" "Women! Women!" The sick truth and his inebriation fused into a surreal confusion. Gulping terror. "How many?" Sarah thought for a moment. "I don't know. I haven't kept count. Usually around special occasions or holidays I like to treat myself. I guess she could number fifteen or sixteen. It's not like they're trophies on the wall." "Oh my God!" He roared, spinning around. "This can't be happening. I must be having a fucking dream. That coke must have fucked me up. Sure! I'm really sitting at desk in the office." "Dear, go upstairs and rest while I enjoy the remaining few minutes with her. Afterwards we can go out for dinner. I don't want this to spoil my birthday for you." Screaming. "NO! I'm not going upstairs! I'm not resting. You have to let her go. You're murdering this woman!" His voice shrilled. The woman was desperate to catch his attention with her pleading eyes. Her long trembling fingers reached out to him, praying his sympathy for a helpless victim would outweigh any loyalty to his wife, and that he would quickly save her as she drifted toward unconsciousness. "I'm sure you can see that there is no other choice." "There's always choices," he snapped back. "Now dear, please don't interfere. I don't interfere with your life. And besides, you're not thinking rationally." "I'm not thinking rationally? You're the murderer! Let the woman go!" "I can't do that." Chad was truly shocked by her insolence. Being far bigger and stronger than his wife, he intended to simply stop her. As he approached Sarah put a razor against the woman's throat. "It must be a surprise to see me assert my autonomy, but I will cut her throat." Holding up his hands. "Okay, you win. Just don't kill her until we talk. Please Sarah." Sarah was reluctant but she did relax the garotte. The woman was permitted to take thin shallow breaths that barely kept her alive. "What is there to say?" Glaring at her. "I want to know why? Do you think you can do that. And without any bullshit." "I'll tell you but not if you're going to scream and get all crazy on me." "I'm already crazed! How much worse can it be?" Sarah gathered her thoughts. "Well, it began about three years after our marriage. Remember we were at that sales convention?" "So!" "Do you remember Sean Lester's wife, Debra, a charming, sexy woman?" Sarah will never forget her passionate deep green eyes, her sinuous fingers, and blends of exotic perfumes. Thinking. "She skipped out on Sean because of a gambling habit?" Hesitant to say. "That wasn't true. I killed her." Chad's jaw slacked. "You what?" He hoped she would suddenly laugh. And say she was only kidding. But she didn't. "Jesus!" "While lunching together at that conference she came on to me. You were at a meeting. A simple kiss, led to another. Then, right there in the restaurant, while eating a shrimp salad, she slid her hand under my tennis skirt and masturbates me. We had a sexual tryst in her room. I must admit it was a decadent experience." "You are sick. I don't want to hear anymore." He went to the bar and poured himself a glass of vodka and gulped it. "It's not like adultery or that I was cheating on you. I wasn't with another man." "What a load of crap," he said angrily, feeling betrayed. The thought that he made love to his wife after other women had licked her vagina had him hyperventilating. He wanted to beat the shit out of her. Even kill her. "You must know that I have always been faithful to you." "And why did you kill her?" he demanded. "After about two months Debra said she had
fallen in love with me. When I told her I loved you she threatened to reveal our secret to
our friends and you. I knew her to be a vindictive woman and would follow through on her
threat. Well, you could see that I couldn't let her spoil our lives. Or your career. And
so, while we were making love I decided to kill her. "I don't want to hear anymore!" he yelled out, his eyes burning with rage. "The surprise crushing of her larynx had her confused and flailing. But I had to admit to myself at that time that her horrific breathless screaming, her suffering, her manic convulsions, and my surprised feelings of incredible brute power to end life as God released an ancient powerful beast within me. What can I say I was hooked." "I told you to shut up! Shut up! You need fucking help." Tears flowed down burning cheeks. "What . . . what did you do with her body?" "I buried her at the far end of our property by the white azaleas." "She's on our fucking property!" Chad's screeches were reaching higher octaves. "Well, it was the best solution at the time." The woman looked at Chad with pathetic eyes. The constricted garble leaking from her lips were barely audible. "Help me. Help me. Pleaaase help me . . . " "I can't stand it! How can you inflict such agony on her?" "You're the one who is keeping her in agony by not letting me finish what I started." "And the others? What did you do with them?" He had to know. "Two others are buried in the backyard. Three I dumped into the sea when you were on business trips using our boat. The others I left to be found on the far side of the city. A woman would never be suspected of being a strangler of other women. I was safe." "I've heard enough." He forced a calm voice, with hysteria at the edge. "We need to figure out a way to let her go." "I don't think we can do that. You understand she'd go running down the street screaming murder. Minutes later the police would have me in handcuffs and I'd be locked in a county jail. I don't think I'd get bail. There would be hideous trial. Prison. Death Row. I could imagine that could have a negative impact on our children's lives and your job." She shrugged smugly. Chad could not believe his wife's pitiless and callous attitude. Suddenly, she was a stranger to him. Someone evil. Twisted. How does the perfect wife and mother become a sickola perverted lesbian strangler he wondered, desperate for a solution? An answer came swiftly. Maybe his wife had a secret twin? The sickola heinous monster who was committed for life in some secluded sanitarium by their parents. Maybe she had a split personality? Yeah! That made more sense. An insanity defense. He stared at his wife. Hope was lost. "I can pay her off. Give her a few grand to keep her mouth shut. It's her word against ours." "There's no need to think of another solution. After I strangle all animate life from her body I will simply dispose of her without a trace. As you see I haven't had a problem in all these years so there's no reason to worry. Nothing links me to this woman." Forcing out each syllable. "How can you be so vicious? What happened to the sweetest woman on the earth?" "We're all vicious in our own ways. You in business." She unconsciously caressed the woman's wet breasts. "What the hell are you talking about?" he shot back nastily. "Let me remind you. Didn't you destroy Ted Martin's career at the company because you wanted his territory?" Sneering. "That's business!" "And you nearly killed that poor old man who bumped into the back of your car last year." "Bullshit! He went to hit me with his cane." Calmly. "A convenient rationalization." "Killing this woman is wrong!" "So? Are you without sin? I guess this is as good as time as any to say I know about the other women. Isn't that called adultery?" "Who says?" He scowled to fend her off. "Do you think you really fooled me all these years? If it wasn't the perfume on your clothes, or the traces of make up on your shirt, or the strange hairs on your jacket, then it was the phony niceness by you the following morning. Remember that hickey on your neck you insisted was a bruise? Darling, you could never commit the perfect crime." She knew she was not only the honest one in the relationship but the smartest. "Okay! Okay! I admit it. But it still ain't murder. That's the difference between us. And one thing has nothing to do with the other!" "From your vantage point." "This is not real. I must be dreaming. Yes, this is a nightmare." He gulped the vodka. His thoughts were spinning out of control--they centered on the visions of a destroyed. "I think we talked enough." Sarah tightened the necklace into the woman's bruised flesh. The woman arched as the excruciating pain intensified. Her hollow screams barely reached the far side of the den. "No! Don't kill her yet!" Sarah relaxed her grip. "What is it now dear?" she replied, annoyed. "Who--who is this woman?" "I don't see the relevance but we met her on the Internet in a lesbian chat room. Her name is Naomi. She is an aspiring writer." "Was--you mean!" "I guess." She shrugged cutely. Chad loved his wife and though he despised her at this moment he could never just sit back and watch her be destroyed. "You can see that there is no choice. She must die." She grinned as a little mischievous girl. "I hate your fucking guts for entangling me and our family in your sick perversion." "I'm sorry. Really. But you have to understand indulging in my perversion has kept me sane all these years. How do you think I've coped with the children, a tedious thankless job, and a selfish big baby husband who is beyond demanding." "You did this for us! Gimme a fucking break!" "I do it to keep sane, and alive, and happy. Besides the sex, I receive enormous pleasure and excitement in planning and executing the perfect murder. The happier I felt, the happier I wished to make you and the kids. But if I hadn't I believe I would have divorced you and maybe ran away from you all, just as I did from my alcoholic parents who found great sadistic pleasure in physically and emotionally abusing me." "Now who's rationalizing?" "It's the truth." "Well, let me tell you now. Whatever happens after tonight we're through. Finished! I could never touch you again. I doubt I will ever look at you. I despise you!" He could not be more mean. "I should wring your neck." Naomi squealed like a captured fawn with a foot in an iron trap. Holding his hands over his ears Chad yelled out. "I can't take it anymore!" Sarah frowned. "If it makes you so unhappy and you hate me so much I won't kill her. I'll let her go." Sarah unwrapped the necklace from her throat. She undid the bindings. Naomi fell to the floor gasping for air. The black dildo stuck out of her rectum. "It's your play now." "What the hell do you mean by that?" "She's yours to do as you please. She's your responsibility now." Naomi slowly crawled over to Chad, gulping air. She looked up with sad, tortured eyes, tugging at his pants. "Save me. God, please save me." Her voice resembled the sound of raw sandpaper on metal. "Call the police." "Now you are insane if you think I'm going to harm this woman." Naomi gave up trying to get his attention. She crawled toward the telephone. Chad watched Naomi attempt to get help. In a moment she could be dialing 911. Now he panicked. "You're just going to let this happen?" Sarah shrugged. "I don't want you to hate me." Chad could not let Naomi call the police. That would be insane. She could ruin his life. Destroy everything that he worked all these years to achieve. Chad grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. Naomi squealed from the pain. Sarah threw Chad her amber necklace. He grabbed it in mid air and wrapped it around Naomi's neck. He strangled her with flames of hatred reaching out toward his wife. "Bitch!" Sarah enjoyed the show. When Naomi's dead eyes stared through her, and her jaw hung slack and silent, she smiled at Chad, surging with erotic desire. After he let her fall to the floor, Sarah gave him a seductive grin. "Come in me now! Hurry!" Raging mad, Chad pounced on Sarah. He wrapped the amber necklace around her neck and pulled it taut. Sarah did not resist. She accepted his revenge and the choking pain. But at the same time she pulled out his erection from his pants and put it in her. He fucked her with an vicious passion. It was the best orgasm of his life. Afterwards Sarah whispered in his ear. "This will improve our marriage. You'll see. There's nothing better than a secret. A yummy, perverted, orgasmic secret. And a perfect murder." Bruce Stevens has had short stories featured on other webzines as Dragon Soup, Anotherrealm, Dark Moon Rising, and Nocturne. October 2000 |