Katie and Toms Defeat Pt. 01

"I swear to God, Tom, if you don't get your shit together, I'm leaving," Katie yelled, her voice echoing through the cluttered living room. She threw a half-empty beer can at the wall, watching as the amber liquid spattered onto the worn-out carpet. Her eyes, filled with anger, bore into her husband, who sat slumped on the couch, his gaze unfocused and his mind a million miles away.

"Come on, Katie," Tom slurred, his words laced with the stench of alcohol. "ill never let anyone harm us".

"But they're not just anyone, are they?" she snapped, her voice trembling. "They're your enemies, from whatever hellhole you crawled out of before we met!"

Tom looked up, his eyes red and glassy. "It's all in the past, baby. I've changed."

Katie scoffed, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, pushing her 34DD tits up together, enhancing her already nice cleavage and her long blonde hair falling naturally, flicked to one side exposing her shoulder. "Yeah, and that's supposed to make it all okay?" She stomped out of the room, leaving Tom to stew in his own guilt. As she lay in bed that night, listening to her husband's snores, she couldn't shake the feeling that their lives were about to take a dark turn.

The next evening, while she was watching tv, the doorbell rang. She peeked through the peephole and saw a group of unfamiliar, menacing men. Her heart racing, she called out to Tom, but there was no answer. Panic set in as she realized he wasn't home yet. Then she heard them start to kick the door. With trembling hands, she wanted to dial 999 but she had left her phone on charge.

Just as she went to get it, Tom stumbled into the back door, blood dripping from his nose and his shirt torn. His eyes were wild with fear. "K-Katie, hide," he gasped, pushing her towards the bedroom before she could grab her phone.

"What happened?" her voice high and desperate.

"They found me," he said.

The sound of the door giving way filled the house, Katie's heart pounded in her chest as they ducked into the closet, her mind racing with fear and anger. How had it come to this? How could she have ever thought she could escape his past?

it was only by sheer luck that the kids where at their grandparents that night.

The men's heavy footsteps grew louder, and she heard one of them say, "Lets get this party started."

The closet door was torn open, and there he was--Mike, standing tall and cruel, a twisted smile on his face. he was the leader of the group, very dangerous and known to have no mercy for his enemies. His eyes met hers, then toms.

Tom lunged at Mike, but he was too slow, too weak. Katie watched in horror as Mike's fist connected with her husband's face, sending teeth flying across the room. The fight was brutal and one-sided, and it was clear that Tom didn't stand a chance.

blow after blow, kick after kick. so violent, Katie could just sit and watch as mike started stamping on toms head. "oh.. oh wow" she muttered. her baggy pyjama top hanging low, exposing the edge of one of her nipples. her bare legs and feet out in front of her, toenails painted a pretty red, her ankle bracelet glistening in the lamp light.

mike's eyes snapped to her, his grin growing wider. "imagine getting fucked up like this in front of your mrs" he laughed as tom was whimpering and crying.

Knees shaking, Katie could just watch, mouth slightly open in shock. her fingertips from one hand gently resting on her lips.

Tom's body lay crumpled on the floor, a sickening crunch sounding with each stomp from Mike's heavy boots. She wanted to scream, to beg for them to stop, wanted to help tom but she couldn't. She was trapped, watching in a morbid fascination.

Tom's cries grew weaker, his breathing shallower, until finally, he was still. body limp being kicked like a rag doll. When mike started kicking tom hard in the balls over and over while laughing.

suddenly there were sirens in the distance. the neighbours must have heard the commotion and called the police.

mike and his goons exchanged a look, knowing they had to move fast. "lets go" he ordered.

Katie rushed to Tom's side, her hand shaking as she touched his lifeless body. "Oh my god," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The sound of the sirens grew closer.

In the hospital, Tom hovered between life and death for what felt like an eternity. The doctor's words echoed in her mind: "It's touch and go, Mrs. Smith." if he survives, he will have permanent damage, and im sorry to tell you, from all the kicks to the groin, he now has zero sperm count. She sat in the waiting room, her eyes bloodshot from crying, her mind racing with thoughts of the life they had built together, now shattered by this brutal act of violence.

The door to the room swung open, and two stern-faced police officers stepped in. "Mrs. Smith?" one of them asked gently. She nodded, her voice too thick with emotion to speak. They led her into a small, private space where she could give her formal statement.

Katie recounted the events of that terrible night, gave as many details as she good and of course, the only name she knew, the worst one.. mike.

eventually he would be arrested and bailed, then came the long wait for the court trial to begin.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. The trial was a circus, a spectacle of accusations and denials. Katie's heart raced every time she saw Mike strut into the courtroom with that infuriating smirk. He wore it like armour, daring anyone to challenge his version of events.

On the stand, she pointed at Mike, her voice trembling with rage. "He's the one. He did this to my husband!" But the evidence was circumstantial at best. The prosecutor's case was weak, and the defence painted Tom as a man with a history of criminality, someone who had brought this on himself.

The jury deliberated for what felt like hours. Katie's hands balled to fists, her nails leaving little half-moons in her palms. The tension in the room was palpable, a thick, suffocating fog that clung to every surface.

And then, the verdict, unanimous, "Not guilty."

The room erupted in a cacophony of noise--shocked gasps, murmurs of disbelief, from tom and katie's family, and Mike's triumphant laughter. Katie's eyes filled with tears as she watched him blow her a kiss, that smug grin never leaving his face.

The weeks that followed were a blur of anger and despair. The nights were the worst. She would lie in bed, her thoughts racing, her body tense and unable to relax. It was during one of those restless nights that she had the dream. A dream that filled her with confusion and disgust.

In the dream, she was on her knees, Mike's thick cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him deep. Every time she pulled back, she would murmur, "I'm Sorry," the word a sticky sweet apology coating her tongue. It was a dream so vivid, so real, that she could feel his hot, salty precum on her lips, the musky smell of his balls.

When she woke up, she was covered in sweat, confused as to why she would dream something like that. disgusted even. but she noticed that her pink nipples where hard and sensitive, and could feel the wetness of her pussy. wetter than it had been for a long time.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. She was turned on. By the thought of the man who had nearly killed her husband. The man she hated more than anything in the world.

she looked over at tom, sound asleep next to her. the guilt eating her up, but had a warm fuzzy feeling she couldn't ignore. she slowly spread her legs, just feeling the moment. the soft breeze of the fan left on from being a warm evening, seemed to dance and glide over her body. giving her small jolts of electric as her sensitivity grew stronger. she hesitated briefly, before slowly sliding her hand down her pyjama shorts and feeling her swollen clit which sent a shock of pleasure through her like heroin. she looked over at her husband once more, bit her lip, and spread her legs even wider. one leg boldly on top of toms sleeping body.

her mind raced, thinking about the dream and how it made her feel. She couldn't shake the image of Mike's cock, the way it stood tall and thick like a proud conqueror. uncut, the head, which seemed to ooze pre cum like a leaky tap, half exposed through the foreskin that could just glide back with minimal effort. big heavy balls, being caressed almost lovingly buy her soft hands, disturbing the aroma of his musky ball sweat. her pretty nails freshly painted the day before. still wearing the wedding ring that tom had bought her, which was now covered in a mix of her spit and mikes precum.

Her breath grew shallower, her hand moving faster, her index and middle finger dancing around her clit, occasionally dipping into her wet pussy. She felt guilty, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her. It was wrong, so wrong, but the sensation was undeniable.

what did the dream mean? why was SHE the one saying sorry to HIM? it was so fucked up. her hand moving in a steady rhythm, the wetness of her pussy getting louder with every stroke. She bit down on her bottom lip hard to stifle a moan. her eyes closed tightly, picturing mikes cock growing harder in her hand, pre cum leaking out as she worked his shaft, her thumb gliding over the head, spreading his precum like butter on bread, sucking her thumb clean then softly kissing his tip. The light bouncing off of her wet lips. she felt her pussy quiver and knew she was getting close.

the guilt and confusion was a strange cocktail of emotions. she had never felt so conflicted about anything in her life. But as her orgasm began to build, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some kind of sick power dynamic at play here. Was she secretly craving the kind of control Mike had over Tom? over her? what it just some deep acceptance on a primal level?

Her thoughts grew hazier as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm. It was building, a crescendo of sensation that made her body arch off the bed. Her hand worked faster, her hips bucking up to meet her own touch.

Suddenly, she felt Tom's hand on her shoulder, her eyes wide and panicked. "K-Katie?" he stammered, still groggy from his medication.

"Shit, Tom, you're awake," she gasped, snapping out of her illicit reverie. She quickly removed her hand from her shorts, trying to compose herself.

Tom's eyes searched hers, filled with confusion and concern. "What's wrong, baby?"

Katie took a deep breath, the guilt of her erotic dream clinging to her like a second skin. She couldn't tell him, not now, not ever. "It's just... I cant sleep," she lied, her voice shaky. She rolled onto her side, now facing him. "you okay baby?" she asked.

Tom nodded weakly, his eyes still glazed from the pain meds. "Yeah," he murmured, wincing slightly in pain. "Just had a bad dream."

Katie forced a smile, her mind racing with the implications of her dream. "It's okay, I'm here," she said, her voice a soothing balm to his fears. She reached out to stroke his hair, her hand trembling slightly. The weight of her secret felt like a boulder on her chest, threatening to crush her. "so what was the dream?".

Tom sighed, his eyes searching the ceiling as if the answer was written there. "It was about Mike," he said finally. "They... they were all over me, laughing, kicking me, and you were there, but you was laughing too."

Katie's heart sank. she had hoped it was something else, but deep down, she knew it would be about mike. "Oh, Tom," she whispered, her hand tightening around his. "its just a stupid dream".

Tom looked at her, his eyes filled with pain. "i know," he said, his voice raw. "It's just... I can't get that smug look of his face out of my head. The way he strutted out of court. we need to make a plan to get this bastard back".

Katie's own conflicted anger flared at the mention of Mike, her hand unconsciously tightening around Tom's. " we will. and we'll get through this," she assured him, her voice firm. "together."