An Error in Judgment Ch. 03

Courtney looked at him fearfully as he stood there. He had redressed himself. "Don't waste time, Courtney. Get on the bed." He repeated. Courtney reluctantly did as she was told, sitting in the middle of the bed. She stared back at him fearfully.

"Now, how do I want to do this?" Michael asked aloud. "What will make Dylan crazy?" His voice turned sinister as he looked back at Courtney.

Her green eyes widened in fear and panic as she looked back at Michael. "Please, don't do this, Michael." She pleaded. "I'm begging you."

"Too late, Courtney." He said, laughing darkly. "Hmmm... I think, that maybe I should just leave you laying here for him to find you, naked and used, don't you think?" He asked. "Yes, that's it. I think that will work." He laughed as he watched the look of horror spread across Courtney's face.

"If you fight me, you will regret it." Michael added, pulling a knife from the opposite pocket of his coat. Courtney choked back a sob as he held it out so that she could see it. It was a long, fixed blade with a serrated edge. "Yes, I will use it." He said, looking at her coldly. "Don't push me."

"Lay down." He ordered. He looked her over, wantonly. He smiled as he looked at her exposed pussy, still swollen and wet with the remnants of his heavy fucking only a short time earlier.

"A beautiful, broken toy." He smiled as he looked at her. "Used and tossed away. What will Dylan think when he comes home and sees you, knowing that another man as had his fill of you? That someone else has touched you so intimately? How angry do you think he'll be?" Michael taunted, watching Courtney close her eyes as she tried not to think about the pain that it would cause. "He'll toss you out, won't he? Will he send you away?" he taunted again, looking at her darkly.

"You are a sick son of a bitch." Courtney growled through gritted teeth. "He's liable to kill you, you know that, right?"

"You need to shut the hell up." Michael snapped, leaning over her. "Especially when you're totally defenseless." He glared down at her.

"It doesn't change the fact that I can't stand you." Courtney snapped angrily. "You are Evil. Insane." She pushed.

"That's enough!" He roared, slapping her violently across the face. "Shut up!" he seethed, slapping her again. He grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her violently. Tears streamed from her face as she cried out in pain as she tried to push against him. "Are you done?" He snapped, breathlessly.

"Yes... Please... please stop." She pleaded.

"Good." He snarled, shoving her back down onto the bed. He stepped away from her, surveying the room.

He pulled the chair from the desk over to the doorway of the open closet. He turned off the light, leaving them in near darkness. Only dim shards of light from the streetlamps outside filtering through the blinds illuminated the room. He sat, quietly surveying his quarry partially concealed in the shadow of the closet as Courtney stared up at the ceiling, tears running silently down her face.

She heard the garage door open, signaling that Dylan was home. She choked back a sob as she feared what was about to happen.

"Showtime." Michael said, excitedly.

Courtney listened as she heard the door open in the kitchen. It was hard to hear Dylan over the sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears. She was terrified. Soon she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Shh..." Michael whispered as she gasped.

Dylan flipped on the desk light, gasping when he saw Courtney, laying naked on the bed. Tears streamed down her face. She refused to look at him as she continued staring painfully up at the ceiling.

"Oh my God, Courtney..." He said, his voice panicked. "What happened?" He stepped closer, not seeing Michael in his panic. "Who did this to you?" He asked, touching her face gently, a pained expression crossing his face as he saw the welts on her cheeks from Michael's repeated abuse.

"Doesn't she look beautiful like that?" Michael said, his sickeningly calm voice breaking the silence in the room. He remained seated, staring at Dylan intently as he panicked over the state of his wife. "She's an amazing lover." Michael added. "Especially vocal."

"Who the hell are you?" Dylan asked, confused as he turned toward the shadow in the corner.

"Does it matter?" Michael replied. He was toying with Dylan. "Maybe you should ask Courtney."

Dylan turned back to look at Courtney, who had closed her eyes in an effort to stop her shaking. She balled her fists at her hairline, grabbing her hair in frustration as she was desperately trying to pull herself together.

"Courtney," Dylan started, his voice hollow, "who is he?" He looked nervously over his shoulder at Michael, who was grinning evilly from the chair.

"Michael." Courtney whispered. Even saying his name seemed to cause her pain.

"You sick son of a bitch." Dylan charged, turning to face the shadow in the corner. "She was right to be terrified of you." His voice hitched as he looked back at Courtney, who was crying harder as she stared at Dylan, looking as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest.

Michael's sinister laugh echoed in the room. He looked at Courtney, then back at Dylan. "This leaves us with an interesting situation." His voice dropped to a snarl as he stood, striding to the corner of the bed. "You see, Dylan..." Michael started, a wicked grin creeping across his face, "I'm sure she neglected to tell you that she's been letting me fuck her senseless, didn't she?" He laughed.

"Courtney?" Dylan said, his voice breaking as he looked at her. "What is he talking about?"

Tears fell from Courtney's eyes as she looked at Dylan. "He told me I would regret it if I told anyone."

"Tell me." Dylan said, pleadingly. "Please."

She looked at Michael fearfully before continuing. "About six weeks ago, he called the office. He convinced me to bring cards by his house. I knew it was breaking an office rule, but I did it because he made me feel bad for him." She stopped, blinking back tears and drawing a ragged breath before continuing. "I didn't tell anyone that I was going to stop by there because I figured I'd catch hell for it, and honestly figured it'd be a thirty second stop. Run to the door, hand him the cards, and back to the car."

"But that's not what happened, was it Courtney?" Michael interrupted, his voice malicious.

"No." Her voice was hollow. "Not at all."

"What happened?" Dylan asked her, his voice full of concern. "Please Courtney, tell me."

"When I went to hand him the cards, he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside." She stopped, looking at Dylan painfully. "He forced me. He told me that he owned me. He told me that whenever he called for me, I had better respond. He threatened me. I was so scared... I didn't know what to do." She broke down into tears as she finished.

Dylan stared at her for a moment. She could see the distrust in his eyes. He was furious with her. He didn't know whether to believe her. "You should have told me." He said quietly.

"I was afraid." Courtney said, her voice shaking. "Please, Dylan..."

Dylan sighed as he looked at her, shaking his head. "You should never have gone over there." His voice dropped.

"Please believe me, Dylan!" Courtney pleaded, tears running down her cheeks. "Please! You have to believe me!" her voice was frantic as she looked him.

Michael laughed as he watched the display between them. "Someone isn't very trusting of you, Courtney. Looks like he might not want to keep the broken toy around after all..." his voice took on a sinister tone as he looked at her.

"You evil bastard." Dylan said, looking back at Michael. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you where you stand."

"Because I'd kill you first." Michael snarled. "And I could easily kill her before you got to the gun that's in the closet behind me." He added, pulling his knife into view.

"Let's think about this for a moment, shall we, Dylan?" Michael started, flicking his knife over his fingers as he spoke. "Over the last six weeks, I've put it to your beautiful wife several times." He paused, grinning at Dylan. "I've felt her fear. I've made made her beg, scream and plead. I've made her cry out in ecstasy as I completely violated her..." He stepped toward Courtney, watching her try to avoid his touch as he reached for her. "And she can't resist it."

"Stop." Dylan begged, watching Courtney react as fear took over her. "Please."

"What are you going to do to stop me, Dylan?" Michael taunted. "What if I wanted to take her again, right now? Right here in front of you? What would you do?"

Dylan's eyes went wide as he stared back at Michael. His audacity seemed to know no boundaries. "You wouldn't." Dylan said, his voice cracking.

"Are you sure of that?" Michael taunted again. He grinned wickedly as he looked at Courtney, her green eyes wide with terror as the thought of Michael touching her again, taking her in front of Dylan preyed upon her mind. "There's that fear again..." he whispered.

"Michael, please, no." Courtney pleaded. "Don't." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" Michael replied, his voice sinister as he stepped around Dylan. "Afraid to let your husband see how you are when you're with me? Don't want to let him hear your screams?" He reached out, gently touching the side of her face. She winced and turned away.

"No..." she whispered.

"Michael, don't do this." Dylan pleaded. "I'm begging you. Please, just leave us alone." His voice was tense as he watched Michael nervously.

"Sit down, Dylan." Michael snapped. He motioned to the chair in the corner with his knife. "And shut up. I've really heard enough of your talking."

Dylan looked at Michael fearfully. "Please don't hurt her, Michael. I'm begging you." He said, quietly.

"Don't beg. It makes you sound pathetic." Michael retorted. "Sit."

As Dylan sat in the chair, Michael leveled his knife at him. "If you move, if you so much as try to stop me, I will slit her throat." He watched Dylan's eyes widen in terror.

"You sick son of a bitch!" Dylan's voice was cracking as the realization of what Michael was about to do set in.

"Shut up." Michael snapped. "The more you talk, the worse it will be for her."

Courtney whimpered fearfully. "Please, Michael." She begged. "Don't."

"Oh come on now," He started. "You know you enjoy it as much as I do." His voice dropped to a rough growl. As he unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, he watched tears begin to fall from her eyes. "I haven't even touched you yet." He said darkly.

"Leave her alone!" Dylan shouted, desperately fighting the urge to jump out of the chair at Michael.

"Shut up, Dylan." Michael chided. "Shut up, or she'll pay for it."

Michael returned to the bed, positioning himself between Courtney's open legs. He groaned as he looked her over. "Where to start..." he sighed. "Oh Hell," he whispered. "Here." His voice was rough as he pressed against her. He groaned as he pushed himself inside of her. He felt her body tense and she gasped in pain as he pushed deeper.

She tried to push against him to make him stop, but he easily overpowered her. "Don't resist." Michael said quietly as he moved in and out of her slowly. "Just enjoy it." She whimpered in protest as he grabbed her by the wrists. "Don't." Michael growled as he pinned her wrists down onto the bed.

"Enough!" Dylan snapped, jumping from the chair and moving toward the bed. Before he could reach for Courtney, Michael grabbed his knife, leveling it at Dylan.

"One step closer, and you'll regret it." Michael's eyes flashed violently as he stared at Dylan. "Do you want to watch her die?" His voice was cold. "I'll slit her damn throat. Try me."

Dylan stepped back slowly, his face panicked as he looked down at Courtney. "Okay." He said, his voice resigned.

"Sit." Michael snapped, before turning his attention back to fucking Courtney, who was staring at Dylan tearfully. "Look at me, damn you." He growled at her as he drove into her, causing her to cry out in pain.

He groaned again as he felt her body begin to respond to him. "Yes, sweetheart." He whispered. "Give in." She fought the urge to moan, and felt it hitch in her throat as he drove it out of her. As it escaped her, Michael did all he could to illicit more responses from her. He was deliberately doing what he could to torment Dylan as he watched his wife being mercilessly fucked, scared powerless to stop it.

Courtney was aware that Dylan was seeing this, and struggled with herself as she fought to keep from being aroused. But it didn't work. Michael pushed deeper, grabbing Courtney's hips, working them against him. He felt her shaking around him. "Yes Courtney," he whispered into her ear, causing her to moan again. "Scream for me."

He began thrusting into her, fucking her hard. Courtney moaned loudly as her body overruled her mind. She couldn't control it any longer. She cried out as Michael drove her to the breaking point. "Whose slut are you, Courtney?" He growled as he pushed her over the edge.

"Yours!" she cried as the orgasm tore through her. She gasped and moaned as he drove his cock into her mercilessly while she writhed beneath him.

Dylan watched, horrified as Michael pulled his wife's legs up, elevating her hips and slamming into her as she screamed and thrashed around him. Tears ran from his eyes as he continued to watch, helplessly, the sounds of his wife's assault burning into him like searing hot irons. "Stop it!" he yelled, his voice cracking, as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away from the painful sight.

Soon, Michael groaned and slammed himself into Courtney as his own orgasm hit, his cock throbbing before spilling his load into her. Courtney cried out as she felt it exploding inside of her, clenching her throbbing pussy around him. "Yes, Courtney." Michael groaned. "Take it."

When he finished, he pulled out, leaving Courtney laying on the bed, shaking and gasping for breath.

"Such a good slut." He said, looking over at Dylan, a sinister grin on his face as he pulled his jeans back on.

"You bastard." Dylan whispered, tears running down his face. "I hate you".

Dylan stared at Michael, as if he were going to make a move to defend Courtney. But Michael read his expression, and reminded him to reconsider. "I own this situation. I wouldn't do what you're thinking." He snapped. "Or it will get very, very ugly."

Dylan stared at Michael angrily. "You are fucking sick in the head." He charged. "You don't have any right to her. None. Don't you understand that?" Dylan's voice bordered on a shout as he stepped closer to Michael.

Michael smiled sickeningly at Dylan. "Oh, but I do." He countered. "You see..." he turned to look at Courtney. "She agreed to come to me whenever I call for her."

Courtney closed her eyes and winced at Michael's words.

"Go on, ask her if you don't believe me." Michael taunted.

Dylan turned to Courtney. His voice was wounded as he spoke. "Courtney?" He asked. "Please tell me this isn't true.... Please tell me he's lying."

Courtney opened her eyes and looked at Dylan. She felt like her heart was breaking. "Dylan..." she started, her voice cracking. "I didn't have a choice..."

Dylan stared at her. She was telling the truth. Michael had manipulated her. Used her fear to control her. She was completely terrified of him.

Michael smiled darkly as he looked at her. "I own her. I told you that." He looked back at Dylan, an egotistic grin on his face. "She's already figured out that if she does what she's told, it's better that way." He said, watching her wince at the truth in his words.

"On the floor, Courtney." He snapped. Courtney opened her mouth to argue, looking at Dylan nervously. Michael looked at her dangerously, his tone irritated as he repeated himself. "On the floor. Now."

Courtney shuddered, moving to the floor. She settled on her knees next to him. She looked down at the floor, folding her hands in her lap. Tears began to roll down her cheeks again. She felt Michael's hand at the back of her neck. He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her head backwards, exposing her neck. She whimpered pitifully in protest.

"Remember..." He started, leaning down to her. "The next time I call for you, you reply. If you try to run, if you try to hide from me..." his voice dropped, increasing the fear his threat caused, "I will hunt you down. I will find you. And I promise you... you will not like the consequences."

Courtney shuddered as she nodded silently in agreement to Michael's demand. Dylan watched silently, horrified by the control that he so effortlessly held over her.

As Michael released his hold on her hair, he shoved her down. He turned to look at Dylan, his voice dark. "If you think that you will keep me from her, you are mistaken." He snarled. "You won't stand in my way."

Before Dylan could protest, he turned and left. As he heard the front door close, Dylan turned to look at Courtney. Her face was pale. "He's not going to stop, Dylan." She whispered, as tears ran down her face. "Never."