Getting Uneven by Miss Irene Clearmont

Book Details

Getting Uneven – The fiancee, Mike, whose evil mind turns to making his bride-to-be his victim. This is a man so sure of his power that rape is a ‘normal’ alternative! Then as if that were not enough, Mike humiliates and destroys Hannah in the courts, enjoying the final crushing strokes that will see her life destroyed.

The devastation is complete, Hannah is forced from her comfortable life with no chance at recourse or revenge. Mike’s victory is just too complete. Job, friends, family and living are all taken from Hannah as she finally finds that the only recourse is to flee her former life and become a professional dominatrix. Never offering her clients more than the whip hand and a tightly controlled humiliation she survives alone. Sexless, friendless and alone… Bereft of friends and contacts, she makes a new life that is one of isolation.

That is, until she meets Hermione. A chance meeting in a crowded cafe becomes something else as Hannah comes to understand that Hermione can give her what she desires. The new friend changes her life, wakes something that Hannah had thought burned out by Mike and a relationship blooms that is both unexpected and not equally balanced.

Hermione. The young woman that takes over Hannah’s life, the young woman who has more than one reason to befriend the shattered Hannah. The young woman who proves to be even more than Hannah can handle, as a piquant revenge finally brings closure to the damaged Hannah.

Setting: UK & Amsterdam

F/m, F/fm, F/f, Latex, Dungeon, Chastity, Corporal Punishment, BDSM, Slavery, Caging, Revenge.

Strength 7/10 – 22,000 Words

Written 2012 Re-edit 2022

Excerpt: Getting Uneven

Act of Violation

He pushed his cock into the soft yielding flesh. For a moment there was resistance, a slowing of that forced entry. A momentary pause that just gave him cause to laugh hysterically in the inevitability of his superiority. Then his weight pushed his prick home to its full length, a satisfying clench, the friction of dryness a rasp of her breath.

How dared this rich bitch refuse him? How dared she say no! The words rang in his head as he allowed himself the momentary pleasure of gripping her throat and allowing her to see that she could do nothing to resist his rape.

His hands moved from pinning her wrists and tore at her blouse, sending the buttons showering like bullets as they tore free to expose her breasts. She cried out. There was a spasm of resistance as her hands tried to push his weight from her body. A futile gesture of defiance as his hand moved from her breasts with sudden force to slap her backhanded across the face. A brutal reaction that forced her to recognise his physical superiority.

He looked at those tits, those delicious giant mounds that were crying out for his attention. Begging for punishment. His now, to punish as he saw fit. His hips thrust down to drive his erection like a pile driver to its deepest extent. A song of conceit rang in his ears, in time to the beat of his heart. She whimpered in shock as he took her. He took it all, her love, her pleasure, her body, her confidence, her self-assured haughty demeanour. Bitch! It was all his for the taking! Slut!

All stockings, suspenders, sexy lace and sheer fabric. Lipstick and fuck-me heels. She wanted this! Asked for it. She had needed taking down to a place where men ruled and fucked and did not have to resist temptation. This was what she had asked all men to do to her, this was what she deserved for being the slut that she was.

As he tore at her body with his hands his cock enjoyed the dry friction, that sign of a true whore. A woman who could do no other thing than be frigid in the face of his violent foreplay.

How dare she reject me, the fucking whore, he thought as he pulled those tempting nipples. This is just the warming up. Now she gets what every bitch wants! A sharp pull of his hips and he tore free of her flesh. Pulled free. She moaned in agony as he ripped from her. All he heard was a moan of the thrill of being fucked.

There was a moment of stillness as he contemplated the final pleasure that he would take from her ripe and perfect body. The forbidden abyss that he lined up for, a plunge that would take him to ecstasy. ‘Please, please,’ she begged in sobs of realisation as the tip of his rigid prick was pressed against that rear entrance to her body. She clenched, strived to block, to resist as the pressure grew to an irresistible level.

He pushed; he increased the pressure and the pleasure of violation. Slut, she wanted this, he could tell. That fat ass all his… He burst into her and rammed home, between those delicious cheeks of her ass as he took what he wanted, what he needed, what was his by right.

She opened her mouth to cry out. The cut lip bled red across the pink of her smeared lipstick, the salt and iron taste filled her senses as he came with a groan of satisfaction. He spilled his seed into her ass, enjoyed her pain and enjoyed his certain victory.

*****

The council for the defence smiled at the jury and adjusted his wig with a small smile.

‘So, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, what you see today is the outcome of a woman’s plot to destroy the man who gave her so much of himself. She flirted with her colleagues at work, she dressed to excite the men around her. This rich and degenerate woman had a string of boyfriends behind the back of her fiancée. Every one of these men had sex with her with her consent, but she claims that her fiancée, this man so unjustly accused of rape, had no consent.’

He paused again and looked at the man who sat in the dock and smiled reassuringly. It was like old friends noticing each other across a bar or restaurant. One friend helping another. ‘So I ask you to consider the evidence. The way that Miss French prepared for this romantic interlude. The equipment in the bedroom that she had that suggests that rough sex and domination is something that she enjoys as an occasional, nay, a regular, pastime. I want you to consider the fact that she told her friends that she was going to marry the accused, surely an assent considering her behaviour with her other lovers.’

He coughed and looked at Miss Hannah French sitting with her council. ‘I shall sum up. This is no trivial accusation! Rape is a terrible crime, without a doubt. But, this was not rape… Was it rough? Of course it was, Miss French has a special partiality for rough sex! Was there any expectation of sex being on the menu that fateful night? Of course there was! Miss French prepared for the arrival of her fiancée in a manner that suggests a romantic, sexual and passionate evening rather than the rejection that she states she wished to make. Finally I wish you to consider the two participants in this sorry affair. Miss French, a woman who treats sex as a hobby in all its fetishistic variations on the one hand. On the other hand, Mike Benson, a shy man who has only ever had two girlfriends and was enamoured by this free-living woman and now faces the destruction of his reputation, his private life in the face of a sorry allegation by a woman who at best could be described as ‘loose’.’

The council for the defence retired and the case was over apart from summing up by the judge and the decision of the jury. A jury that had nodded agreement all through that summing up. A jury composed of middle aged men and women who could never imagine that a woman like Miss French could ever say ‘no’, and mean it. She was awhore and a slut, though those words could never be spoken. Rough sex, fetish and her past were quite enough to express their distaste.

It took that jury just an hour to free the rapist from the clutches of the court to his weeping mother. The attending reporters chewed over the words that the council for the defence had used and mentally added them to their headlines for the next day.

‘Loose woman’, ‘degenerate’ and ‘rough sex’ seemed to offer the best possibilities and then there was the chance that Mr Benson might sell his story. Revelations of a victim of a loose woman!

Excerpt from: Getting Uneven