Joint report with @InvisibleT
It was a war. Maybe it didn't seem like one from the outside, but it was merciless, reborn every Friday and Saturday in impossible functions, always on the verge of going to hell.
My enemy was an angel during the week, but Fridays I woke up with anxiety and fear because I knew everything would happen again when the sun set, my enemy would start growing and gathering power to break me...
The blows were always real.
'-I'm gonna take away your slut!' -he'd shout, and behind it came a punch (not an illusion, a real and painful one) that made me furious despite knowing that's what he was looking for.
I turned into a monster, so much so that we continued some functions with him bleeding... always after the scene I hate and fear most, the rape on the decorated desk...
Already in rehearsals, I felt like he was really raping me, not just because of his hardness when simulating penetration, but because of his gaze, how he invaded my security, the way he grabbed my hair and made me look at him while whispering things that weren't in the script.
Of course we talked about it, with him, with the director, and naturally he's an angel willing to listen and change whatever was necessary, but the scene is a rape and that's how I want you to feel, the director said... he didn't smile, he didn't look at me with malice, just suggested changes so I'd be more comfortable, showed patience and paternalism ...and I would think it was all my nonsense, actress whining...
But every Friday he raped me, in a subtle but implacable way, and the worst part is that every Friday I ended up wet and he knew it.
As the functions unfolded, my submission was becoming increasingly real, less acted, the boundaries of fiction blurring in my mind.
One night, lying on the desk, with my skirt barely covering the birth of my thighs, I decided to take a risk, be the one who defied him, that he would know, that he would understand my rejection of his games.
His hands grasped my wrists, his face on mine, his red and piercing eyes held my gaze, I tried to cause him pain and turning out of the script, I turned my head and bit his forearm with force...his reaction was the opposite of what I expected...he intensified his pressure on me, smiled barely with a forced grimace, and whispered...let go, slut, let go...
He brought his mouth to mine, I thought he was going to give me a ridiculous kiss, but no, when our lips were about to touch, he spat in my mouth and while I couldn't help but swallow his warm saliva, the curtain closed, ending the act...for a few moments I didn't move, I didn't breathe, waiting for his next move.
The angel didn't move, not even managing to relieve the pressure on my body, his erection persisted, pushing my pubis and my body begging to make real the many times repeated simulation.
The stage was suddenly invaded by people changing decorations, moving furniture and props for the next act, with kindness he helped me get up and went behind the curtains for a costume change, I remained dazed, standing in the middle of the stage, it was the director's voice that woke me from my stupor...
That intensity is what I want!! he said - there's an important producer in the audience, and you're really shining, girl!!
It took me to understand what he was saying, it seemed incredible to me that the director didn't understand what was happening, I smiled without enthusiasm and went to the dressing room, where I faced my enemy:
Listen up, son of a slut, what the hell do you think you're doing? I screamed right in his face. The makeup artist saw the scene and came out with... door... -Acting black, acting- he told me with a sheep's face- my character is a manipulative son of a slut, right? What do you want me to do? -Make love, don't leave me alone!- my voice broke and I hated myself for that display of weakness -But I'm acting like an idiot! Don't you understand? I don't want to get it on with you?- I screamed and those words hurt me like his punches. -Then why do you leave? -I said, on the verge of tears
-It's good for the play! You don't realize how well it works? -I couldn't hold back and exploded in tears, I wanted to go but he took my arm and whispered to me
-Kneel down
I looked at him confused and he pushed me to the floor.
Without knowing why, I knelt down, something inside me was pushing me to follow him blindly.
He circled around me and positioning himself behind me, grabbed my hair with roughness, I couldn't repress a groan.
While holding me firmly by the hair, he put one of his hands on my throat and whispered: -Touch yourself, touch and show me how wet you get from our scene... -No, no...I replied, trying to wriggle free.
-But the very son of a slut sought out my cleavage with deliberate suspense, traversed with torturous slowness the beginning of my breasts and without wanting it, I desired that he keep going, that he reach my nipples that already showed my desire and couldn't hide the excitement that the enemy produced in me.
- Touch me now, he insisted with a hoarse voice
I brought my two hands down and started touching myself, first with some timidity, over the underwear, until I heard him telling me to touch like the slut you are, don't be a fool.
His tone, his words made me lose control and I started masturbating frenetically, forgetting where and with whom I was...
- That's it, very well he said to me, as his hand reached out to pinch my nipples, unleashing in me a furious orgasm, a mix of rage, pain, and humiliation.
I heard him laughing loudly as he left the dressing room saying:
- See, kid, did you convince yourself now? I don't care about screwing you, I could have done it if I wanted...
My weakness, my flabbiness in front of him, my humiliation, the inexplicable submission I accepted, unleashed a wild wave of fury....Follows onhttp://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/2684192/La-guerra-Final.html
22 comentários - La guerra (primera parte)
Quedé en llamas...
Exquisito....
gracias por pasar y lo demás 🙂
Gran relato Lady !
Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!
La mejor forma de agradecer la buena onda que se recibe es comentando, al menos al que te comenta. Yo comenté tu post, vos comentaste el mío?
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
y todos los hombres y mujeres son meros actores
tienen sus salidas y sus entradas
y un hombre puede representar muchos papeles."
¡Shakesperare pensaba en vos y en él! Magnífico cuento, van puntos.
Excelente !!
Felicitaciones a ambos 🙌
Gracias por compartir 👍
Van puntos amiga. Un abrazo ❤️ 😘
Esto es como cuando termina el capítulo de una serie en TV.
Te quedas calentito y tratas de adivinar que viene después .... 😀 😀