Love's Ultimatum of Hatred (For Lobo)

Just minutes after the fight broke out between Alessa Mason and Bonnie Gastin, Heather Sunderland had slyly gotten away with Bonnie's brother Clyde, who had been tied up at the time. In an ironic twist, it seems the staged kidnapping Clyde put on for Alessa ended up in him getting kidnapped for real. The girl who was driving him to her apartment had been going through many conflicted feelings with the boy over the past few days. The week from hell seems to have really taken it's toll on her as she had finally snapped.

Taking the boy hostage, she cooked up a plan and decided what she was going to do to end it all. Ending the madness that was going through her head had turned to being her top priority as the events unfolded before her. Never in her life has she been put through as much as she has recently, and the worst part is the situation shouldn't even be that big a deal. She wondered why the hell it was getting to her so much and that fact was eating away at her even more than anything.

A determined look on her face, she grips the steering wheel as she heads down the roads towards her apartment building. Only a few minutes pass before they arrive at the destination. Taking a deep breath, she exits the car, closing the door softly before opening up the back seat. Seeing Clyde sound asleep, she sighs a bit before she drags him out a bit and picks him up over her shoulder. Shutting the door she walks in the building.

Making her way up to her floor she encounters an old lady entering the elevator at the same time she does. She gives Heather a shocked and confused look and Heather shoots a cheery smile at her. "Long night, he almost always ends up like this!" She says before laughing a bit as the lady gives her a smile back, seemingly an english speaker, believing her as she gets off a floor lower than Heather. Letting off a relaxed sigh, Heather waits until she makes it to her floor. Getting out, she makes her way down to her room before locking the door, heading in, and re-locking it behind her.

Letting out another deep breath she makes her way to the bedroom in the apartment. Tossing him onto the bed that lies in the center of the room she thinks for a second before shuffling through her drawers. Grabbing a few things she leaves the room for a few seconds, changing quickly. Making her way back in, she walks over to Clyde. Picking him up by the collar of his T-Shirt, she slaps him in the face to try and wake him up. If and when he awoke, he would see her in the dress that she wore before, but wearing it in quite a different way. She had the dress open all the way down, wearing no bra underneath, only the sides of the dress were covering her breasts, as she the only other thing covering her were her black panties.
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"I've decided what to do with you." She says as she looks at him with a determined, but almost sexy looking expression on her face

Somewhere between an hour to half an hour ago, Clyde Gastin was kidnapped and swiftly stuffed inside the car of Heather Sunderland before blacking out on the way there. Laying the back seat with his arms and legs bound in rope, worn out from the constant battles he had faced since the previous night, the several beatings he had taken aided his fatigue, but it was most likely his lack of sleep that kept Clyde Gastin sleeping, even as Heather roughly dragged him out of the car, had a brief conversation and thrown him on her bed, Clyde remained out cold.

He would not awake until he caught a swift slap from Heather across the face, knocking the cloth out that was stuffed in mouth, effectively waking him as Clyde's flew open, startled by the sudden strike to his face, his arms moving within the ropes like his reflex's told him to punch back at whoever hit him. "Ah! Wah!?" The boy would stammer as his eyes flew open, his blurred vision scanning around the room, around the figure that stood over him, his vision clearing up slowly, little by little. He wasn't sure where he was at the moment, everything felt so surreal to him, thinking the events he had experienced in the past two days were all just a dream.

His vision finally began to clear up, and would begin to see the figure of a woman standing over him, that familiar pose, the tight curves from her waist down to her hips on her dainty body, the long hair that flowed behind her. "Duffy..?" Clyde thought to himself as he looked up at the woman, imagining the person that he wished to see, not who was truly there, unable to see that it was Heather that stood before him, the lack of light in the dark room and the blurriness vision giving him some trouble with seeing correctly, along with still being spacey.

"H-Heather...?" Clyde would mutter in a droopy eyed stare upon being able to clearly see who stood over him. His eyes then trailed around a bit, he saw that he was laying on a bed and that Heather was directly over him with her dress open, exposing much of her body to him. "Am I still dreamin...'?" Clyde would begin to babble, feeling rather out of it, thinking the figure of Heather that stood before him was a little too good to be true, still feeling that sense of surrealism as he layed there looking up at Heather with a spacey stare. At least until he moved his arms and realized that he was still tied up. "What the!?" Clyde instantly thought as he stared at the rope that was bound to him before looking back at Heather. "So... this ain't no dream..." Clyde would state, blinking a bit with a look of disbelief before he looked back at Heather, staring into her eyes for a brief moment before he began gazing at her voluptuous body. Eventually, the look of confusion on his face began to fade as he looked to Heather with a rather sly smirk.

"Hmmmm.... What did I do to deserve this, ma'am?" Clyde would remark playfully to Heather, already returning to his usual flirting self rather quickly once he saw the situtation he was in, assuming that Heather took him to have her way with him, undoubtly desiring him after thinking about him constantly. At least that was the way Clyde pictured things in Heather's mind. Clyde then heard Heather speak to him, hearing her words clearly, the texan looked up at Heather with a curious stare before he saw the look on her face, which was an interesting blend of determination and sultriness. Upon seeing that, Clyde grinned devilishly at Heather, feeling like he knew what was going to happen.

"Really now?" Clyde would mutter in a curiously sly tone as he looked up at Heather with a mischievous grin. "...It looks like a pretty good decision if ya ask me..." Clyde would remark as he looked to Heather with a confident smirk on face, meeting her gaze with his own eyes intensely. While he did have his questions and was rather curious as to had suddenly gotten into Heather, along with why she was suddenly doing this instead of getting even with him, Clyde wouldnâ€t say anything, he thought it best not to, and was too fixated on what Heather had planned for him and what could happen in the next couple of seconds.

"Uhh… Do ya mind untying me at least?” Clyde would mutter with a nervous laugh as he tried to reach for Heather but was soon reminded of the ropes that bounded his arms and legs, rendering him still on the bed.

Heather would listen to Clyde's remarks and flirting like comments to her. The way he talked was clearly sending an aggravated feeling through her as her eyes narrowed and her face took on an annoyed expression. She had a feeling he would act this way, and it seems like there was really no way to avoid it at the start, however she wouldn't have it.

Lifting him up a little bit more by his collar, she swings her hand back and brings it in for another slap to his face, this time almost double as hard. "No. You'll have absolutely no say in what happens tonight. You're going to stay tied unless I feel like you need to be released for what I want to do." She says bluntly to him. Staring straight into his eyes, her expression doesn't falter one bit.

"I'm sick of what you do all the time. I don't know how you do it, but you just seem to get to every girl you meet. Alessa isn't one to trust many people that easily, but somehow you talked her into it. I wouldn't be surprised if dirty thoughts came to your mind as you were leading her through your ridiculous plan. I've grown to knowing more and more of your history in this area, and it's going to stop, I'm going to make sure of it." She says, his face brought up to where their noses were almost touching. "It took me a while to sort out my thoughts on how I felt I could deal with the feelings that you mixed around within me. I thought maybe I could just kill you, but then I feel like something in me would have felt something missing unfortunately."

"So, to make a long story short, like I said I've decided what I'm going to do to you to make it stop. It's something that will allow me to keep tabs on you, but satisfy the strange feelings you somehow put in me. Tonight you'll do exactly as I say, when I say it, and you know exactly what I can do to you if you don't." She says with a resolute tone in her voice.

"Tonight, I'm going to make you mine, and only mine, permanently" she says before gripping him tightly by the hair on the back of his head with her free hand and pulling him in closer, locking her lips with his for a few seconds before she breaks it just as suddenly.

Clyde looked up at Heather with a confused look on his face after he saw a rather aggravated and annoyed expression on her face before she narrowed her eyes at him, letting the texan know that something wasn't right. "What!? What I say!?" Clyde would ask Heather, completely oblivious as to what he had said or done to earn that look she was now giving him.

"Ah-Hey! What gives!?" Clyde would exclaim as he was lifted up by his collar, demanding to know what was going on, not noticing Heather pull her hand back for a hard slap until he felt it slam across his cheek with a loud *SMACK* as the boy's head snapped to the side upon impact. "Gah!!" Clyde would howl as he felt Heather's slam nail him across the face, feeling the stinging on his cheek as he was slightly dizzed, looking at Heather as she gazed into his eyes, stairing back at her with look of shock on his face, wondering what was happening so suddenly.

Clyde kept silent as Heather spoke to him, meeting her gaze with his eyes wide, a bit terrified of his captor who had apparently snapped. "Wait! That ain't..." Clyde would try to protest after hearing the plans he made with Alessa being brought up, trying to clear things up but was cut off as Heather kept talking, practically scolding him for his lecherous ways with women, along with his lengthy and troublesome history within the AFW. He freezes up as she brings her face close to his and hears her talk about the thoughts she had regarding killing him that were only held off by some apparent feelings she had for him, earning a nervous sweat from Clyde's brow to drip down the side of his head as he looked to Heather with fear in his eyes. She had really lost it and he was to blame.

He heard her speak once again, this time about how she's going to satisfy the feelings that he gave her along with making him her's, and only her's, permanently. The last part really sent a shiver down Clyde's spine, he didn't think Heather would be capable of something like this, or even act this way. He kept wondering if he was to blame for what had happend to her, never before had this happend to any woman Clyde had encountered dispite all his antics, it seemed his supposed 'good' luck with women had finally caught up with him.

Suddenly, the texan felt a tight grip on hair from the back of his before being pulled forth by Heather into a deep kiss, the boy lightly whimpered in her mouth for a moment as she locked lips with him, easeing into her embrace for a moment before she broke it, snapping Clyde back to reality. The touch of her lips was nothing like before, things had changed and it didnt feel as good as it used it.

"...H-H-Heather... You... You can't be serious 'bout all this!" Clyde would exclaim to his captor, unable to beleive that this was really happening and Heather was the cause of it.

"Shut up! Does it look like I'm joking!?" Heather says back with a bit of aggravation in her voice from his question. "I meant everything I said Clyde. I'll show you just how serious I am. Besides, I don't remember asking you for your input." She says as she shoves him down flat on the bed, turning him so he would be lying length-wise on it.

"You'll do what I say, and only what I say for tonight. Tonight I have complete control over you. You'll get your freedom back, don't worry about that, but you'll still be mine. I suggest you just lie there and take it. Enjoy it if you want, but know you'll only be doing this with me and no one else from now on. I hope i've been clear on that." She says as a grin comes over her face.

Straddling Clyde, just above his waist, she pulls out the ribbon for her bow from a pocket on her dress. Grabbing Clyde's arms, she'll lean up pulling them over his head and trying to tie the ribbon to the rope that held his hands together, before tying that to the bedpost. All the while leaning in to where her barely covered breasts were just above his face.

After she ties his hands to that, she'll slide herself down a bit, bringing her face up close to Clyde's as her chest presses against his shirt covered chest. "It's kinda like last time, but much different in a way that I have you to do whatever I want and you can only do what I tell you to. I'm going to make use of it as much as I can too." She says before leaning fully forward and locking in another deep kiss with him.

Clyde flinched back a bit as Heather started yelling back at him before being shoved back down on the bed, squriming down on it as he was tossed down, still unable to move within his bonds. If he didn't know that Heather was being serious about all this, Clyde now knew.

He looks up at her as she speaks and hears the declerations she lays out for him, such as that he'll get his freedom back, but tonight he belonged to her. But what really got Clyde the most was hearing Heather declare that Clyde was hers and he would be with no other woman. Upon Hearing that, Clyde instantly thought of Duffy, whom he had not seen in a very long time and began to wonder if he would ever get another chance with her. Normally Clyde would never listen to any orders like this, but with Heather finally losing it, he wasnt sure what she would do to him if she caught him with another girl. Death was one thing, but he was sure that she was capable of something just as bad and slower.

Grunting a bit as Heather strattled him, Clyde looked at her with a very lost expression on his face, unable to really say anything about the odd situation he was placed in, normally he'd be enjoying this without any second thoughts, but it was different this time. Despite his body being aroused by what was going on, Clyde found it a bit hard to actually enjoy what was happening to him, mostly because of Heather's odd and controlive behavior.

He tenses up a bit after she finishes tieing him up and brings her face close to his, turning a bit red as he catches the soft puffs of air that she exhales, along with the feeling of her breasts pressing down upon his chest. His eyes trail down to look away from Heather after she talks about how he can now only do she tells him, it hurt his pride a bit because Clyde knew she was right, he was at Heather's mercy and couldnt do a thing about it, he couldnt even fight her embrace as she planted a deep kiss upon him, easing into the touch of her lips as she kissed the trapped texan, unable to escape his captor. He did in fact belong to her now.

As Heather applied the deep kiss to Clyde, she could sense the power flowing into her. She wasn't getting any resistance at all from Clyde, and she thought this as him giving into what she was saying to him. Breaking the kiss after a few seconds, she looks down at Clyde with an almost seductive looking grin on her face. Noticing his silence, she nodded as she used the bed to prop herself up a bit, their chests now only just barely touching.

"Good, sounds like you realized your place here. It's better that way" She says, keeping the grin on her face as she looks down at Clyde. "Just so you know, we'll have plenty of time here together. I haven't my brother or Alessa about this place. The only people that know now are you..and me." Heather says as she leans in for another kiss, making it last for a few seconds before breaking it again.

"I don't see why you were so hesitant in the first place. You should feel more than happy to have me now..well technically it's more like I have you, but that's just a small thing right? I'm not even sure if you deserve this." She says, seemingly satisfied with herself in this whole thing. Her entire emotions and feelings from the past few days boiling over.

"So.." She continues as she presses her left thumb on Clyde's chin before trying to pull down and open his mouth. "Why don't we really get this started huh?" She says while using her right hand to pull the right side of her dress to the side, revealing her bare breast. Scooting herself up a bit, she leans forward, pressing it into his face, placing it so her nipple would be in or over Clyde's open mouth. "Start licking." She says with a demanding tone.

Clyde kept listening to Heather as she spoke, hearing her say that they would be spending plenty of time together, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Prior to this happening, Clyde did like Heather a lot, but now that she's grown obsessive he just wasnt sure anymore. While 'belonging' to Heather wasnt all bad, Clyde still had a few things work out, he may have even agreed to all her demands in certain situations, but he never had a chance to choose and that was just one of the few things that bothered him.

He didn't like what he was forced into, he hated it. But he couldnt help but fall at her mercy as she kept embracing him, taming his rebellious nature with just the touch of her lips, falling prey to her kiss that he eased into, returning it breifly before she broke it.

"...Thought you were gonna beat my ass to hell, or somethin'..." Clyde would tell Heather, revealing his reasons why he didnt want to go with Heather at first. While he was happy to be with her, he didnt like what had happened to her, or what she had forced him into, the events of the past week between the two slowly ate her mind until she just snapped, with the kidnapping being among the last things to set her off.

"You're forcin' me to...belong to ya...why?" Clyde would mutter before Heather pressed her thumb on his chin and pulled his mouth open before she revealed her bare breast and pressed it within his mouth. "Mmphh.." He murmmered in muffled voice as his mouth was plugged shut by her breast. Then as Heather demanded him to start licking, Clyde obeyed, as his tounge began to lap slowly around her nipple, caressing it softly for a moment before he began to increase his pace. "Mmmphhh..." He cooed as he began to suck upon her breast, resembling a helpless baby as the texan took in Heather's bosom and caressed it with his mouth and tounge.

Heather seemingly had Clyde right where she wanted him. Her mind was turned over as she turned her feelings to this. The way she was going about things now, usually uncharacteristic to her. However throughout the events that have occurred between the two, involving their siblings, and then Heather's good friend, she in a way lost her mind. Clyde had somehow caused her to turn into something like this, and she was taking it all out on him now. Without a rational thought in her mind, she went barely on an almost madly driven instinct to bring this part of her out.

"I thought about that." She says in reply to Clyde's comment as she broke the kiss. It's true that that was the first thing that came to her mind, hell it's what she was doing to him back at that abandoned wrestling facility. But after hearing of him and Alessa cooperating, them making up a manipulative and sly plan such as that, her mind seemed to twist and turn into the messed up state that it was in now.

"Because I..I told you y....Forget it! I didn't tell you you could speak anyways!" She says before she presses her breast down on her face. For a second the thought did cross her mind as he asked. Why exactly was she doing this. She didn't expect him to question her in that sort of way and it hit her off guard a bit. Shaking it from her mind, she tried to keep herself resolute that this was the only way. She was going to take him tonight and make him hers, but something deep in her felt it a tiny bit wrong, a feeling she was fighting to keep away now.

Letting out a moan, she tenses up a bit as Clyde begins to lick on her nipple. "Th-thats it.." She lets out as he continues, his pace going from a slow caress to a faster one. Heather clutched at Clyde's hair from the feeling and pressed her breast further into his mouth and face as he began to suck on it. A distinct difference from before, this time she was letting her moans out fully, letting her body experience the pleasure she was feeling. Pressing her thumb back on his chin, she would open his mouth again and pull her breast up. Bringing her body up, she would grab his shirt with both hands, rip it in two, and lean her breast back into Clyde's mouth and face, rubbing herself against him a bit.

Clyde flinched a bit as Heather yelled at him for asking his question before her breast pressed against his mouth. He knew asking her that question was a bad idea but he had to ask her that. Why would she do all this just claim him? These thoughts ran through Clyde's mind, but it seemed like he wouldnt get his awnser just yet.

Hearing a moan escape from Heather, Clyde knows he's doing good, prompting him to increase his pace as he began to lightly gnaw on her bosom before she opened his mouth again and removed her breast from him, leaving him with a lost, hungry looking stare as he looked at Heather while she tore at his shirt before pressing her breast back into his mouth as she felt Heather's body grinding against him.

"Mmmpphh..." Clyde would moan with his voice muffled, taking in her bosom as much as he could, sucking upon her tender nipple as he began to rock back against Heather, looking rather docile as he fell into the lust filled moment that Heather had created for them.