Fear the Toad!

It was Thursday evening again. The first Thursday every month to be exact. Ria dreaded this day drawing round. Dan, her lovely but love-blind husband had no idea. Even with the mayhem of the burglary and the peeping tom, this was still the main cloud on Ria’s horizon.

She pulled her SUV to a stop on the roadside around the corner from the apartment. She felt it best not to let her license plate be seen, or anything else that might convey further information about her than necessary. Things were bad enough. With a sinking feeling in her gut, she adjusted her long traditional dupatta scarf then rang the bell.

As usual, the bespectacled toad answered the door with a delighted smile. She felt she could kill him on sight. The sight of his grotesque smile and slimy skin made her body hairs stand up and her bile rise in her throat “Come in, come in Mrs Morphy!” Ria followed him into his living room and stood in the middle of the floor. The toad sat down on the sofa and grinned at her, looking her up and down lasciviously.

“So nice to see you again Mr Denver Sahib!”, she said in an undulating parody of an Indian patois that she had never used anywhere else and that made her shiver to use it now.

He showed her through to the lounge, where she stood in the middle of the floor, with her hands pressed palm together as if to wish “Namaste”.

“Oh, hold on,” he squealed excitedly and hopped over to the stereo beside his armchair and clicked a couple of buttons before bouncing into the armchair and facing her to enjoy the view. Strains of Sitar and flute music began and then a proper Bollywood musical number started. Ria began rhythmically throwing her hands in the air and flicking her feet. She was pretty sure this was not quite the right dance, but the Toad didn’t seem to notice. He sat there staring with his manic grin fixed all through the song.

She hated it. It ended. She wished it hadn’t.

“Excellent!” he clapped his hands together in glee. “Now, your outfit is over there Mrs Morphy!”. He gestured to the edge of the coffee table where some plastic garments lay folded. She watched in revulsion as he began unzipping his pants.

Ria looked at the outfit, then back to the toad, before executing a little bow then began undressing. “Thank you, sahib! You are most kind”, she continued using the exaggerated parody of an Indian accent that she did not normally possess. She had been born in London, not Delhi and her accent was English, not Indian. However, she had a role to play. She removed the Dupatta and folded it carefully setting it on the chair in front of her, then began undoing her colorful sari in a slow, teasing way.

Getting naked was not the worst part, nor was watching the toad pull what appeared to be a small mushroom out of his pants and begin to rub it, no, she hated that she was now dressing in a plastic maid’s outfit for his pleasure and before he fucked her, she would actually have to clean his room with a feather duster.

After ten minutes later, she observed his mushroom had grown somewhat and expected he would be making use of it soon. She grimaced at the thought.

He got up and ran a finger along his mantelpiece, “You missed a bit, you stupid Indian bitch!”

“I am so sorry Sahib. It will not happen again. Please excuse my foolish mistake.” She was struggling to continue to use the fake accent, but it was part of the deal. He demanded it. It was excruciating. Almost as excruciating as what was coming next.

“Well, its just not good enough! Please bend over”.

Ria bent over and clasped her knees in her hands without any further words. The toad stood up and positioned himself behind her.

Ria waited, and waited. She figured waiting was probably part of the torment he was dishing out too. She was only just about to turn her head to ask if he was all right when “SMACK”, an open palm landed on her ass cheek. “SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK”, came a hail of blows, each stinging fiercely. She knew better than to say anything.

After a little while she felt him position himself behind her and suddenly the mushroom was inside her. To be honest, she barely felt it. He was thankfully quite under-endowed. That was about the only blessing she could think of with the Toad, he had a tiny dick, well that and, oh, oh, there he goes, he had a hair-trigger too. Less than twenty seconds from what could loosely be described as a penetration, and his chipolata had ejaculated its dribble already and he was holding onto her hips for support.

Ria waited till he had left the room before straightening up and seeing to herself, cleaning her pussy with a napkin and beginning to get changed once more.

The toad didn’t interact with her any further before she left thankfully. However, she knew this was to be repeated, same time same place next month. She picked up the obligatory 20 dollar bill on her way out. His further mocking of her, reducing her to the status of the cheapest of whores.

The Toad had contacted her a few months earlier. He had access to videos from her past that were more than salacious. He threatened a co-ordinated timed drop of all of them with her employer, her parents and her husband. Unless, of course she did something for him.

The first time wasn’t too bad. She had met him in the hope that if she dressed up and gave him a handjob that it would end there. It hadn’t. These things never do. Each month, she received an email the week before telling her the script and what she must do, and each time the requests get worse and worse. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this! Once again, she considered ways in which she might kill him all the way home!

That night when Dan came home from his business trip, he had been to an office sales conference, he was overly amorous and they made love. He was incredibly attentive and loving, fucking her more enthusiastically and lustfully than she could remember. It was incredible and she swore she could feel the earth move, but as Dan drifted off to content and peaceful sleep she started to sob quietly to herself. He was having an affair. She was sure of it and the sex confirmed it.