Chapter 19

Susan lay on the bed for nearly half-an-hour, regaining her strength. Finally she picked herself up and went to the bathroom to wash the sperm out of her.

When she re-emerged, still naked since Izzie had ripped the clothing off her, she saw the two men dressed and smiling. Izzie held out his coat to her, and though she got the feeling she would catch fleas if she put it on, she had no choice.

"Smile, Susie," he told her. "Ve haff dat bastard by his balls, you'll see. He'll be here tomorrow undt he'll pay. Ve'll make lots uff money, undt you undt I can fuck for a long time."

Before Susan was able to respond, she heard a knock at the door. Izzie went to it and called out, "Who is it?"

"Police!" A voice yelled. "Open up!"

Susan was filled with horror. Izzie was panic-stricken, but knew there was no other way out of the room. He looked at Harold and said, "Ve may haff to fight our vay out."

He opened the door, and the sheriff and two deputies stepped into the room, and all three carried heavy truncheons. One look at them and it was obvious no one was going to pick a fight with them.

"Susan," he said, walking over to her. "Are you all right?"

"They raped me," she shamefully admitted.

"It vasn't rape!" Izzie started yelling. "She vanted it as much as ve did."

"You're a liar," Tom bellowed at him.

"As for you, now I'll hafff those pictures shown to efferyone you know, and you 'll be arrested for rape, yourself. Here," he said to the sheriff. "Look at dese and you can see he vas raping her."

"I'll take these for evidence," the shefiff nodded.

"Against him, ja?" Izzie asked, pointing at Tom.

"Against you," the sheriff told him. "Who the hell d'you think you are that you can come up here and take pictures of a man in bed with his own wife."

"Vife?" Izzie gasped. "What are you talking about?"

"If you hadn't been in such a hurry to drag me off," Susan snapped, "Tom and I would have told you. We took a private plane to Las Vegas on Monday, got married, and came back to spend our honeymoon at the cabin. In fact, we're going to live there from now on."

"Honeymoon?" Izzie gasped. "Married?"

"Right," the sheriff nodded. "Ain't no law against a man doin' it with his own wife. But there is a law against you takin' pictures of it, and these pictures are evidence enough to put you away for a long time, on top of the kidnapping charge, as well as the rape charge. Come on, buddy, move it!"

The sheriff and his two deputies cuffed Izzie and Harold and hustled them off, leaving Tom alone with Susan.

"Let's go home," Tom said to her.

"Then you don't believe Izzie?" she asked.

"I'd be a sorry excuse for a husband if I did," he told her. "Not that things between us have changed. I married you simply to make sure you wouldn't be able to walk out on me when you felt like it. You're chained to me, and my lifetime household slave. Is that understood?"

"Of course," she nodded.

"You do all the cooking, the cleaning, the sewing, the housekeeping, and you fuck whenever I want, suck whenever I want, and if I choose to go up the ass, you'll take it there, too."

"Yes, darling," Susan nodded. "But are you sure you want me, knowing those two used me as they did?"

"Does that make you less of a woman?" he asked. "Are you to blame for them attacking you? Damn you, woman, I still love you. But I won't give an inch to you, because you have a bad habit of taking advantage of anyone who does. From now on, you don't even get an allowance. If you want to buy something, anything at all, the only place where you have credit is the village stores. Otherwise, if you need money, you come to me.

"Yes, darling," Susan nodded. "Just one thing, though. If I belong to you, then you belong to me. If I ever catch you with another woman, I'll let you stay with her."

"Oh?"

"But only after I cut off the part of you I want and take it home with me to keep me company on hot summer nights, and cold winter nights, for that matter."

"Aha!" he nodded.

"I may be a slave to your penis, but I'm its only slave, is that clear?" she asked.

"Perfectly," he nodded, ushering her to the Imperial.

"Good. Now tomorrow, I want curtains for the windows, rugs for...."

"Susan."

"Yes?"

"Shut up! I'm the lord and master, remember?"