A.N. Warning...this chapter contains quite graphic, rough, M-rated sexual material.

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Chapter 10: The Stranger Uses for Things

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Mrs. Lovett idly held the two pairs of handcuffs in her hands, loving the feel of the chill against her flesh. She had a plan and she was going to carry it out. She knew it might mean her life, but she didn't care. She wanted control.

Sweeney was upstairs in the barbershop, mopping up pools of fresh blood from the floor. A pigeon landed on the windowsill and he lashed out at it with the mop, fury overtaking him for a moment. He was having a stressful day and birds did not help. He tossed the mop violently against the wall and sat down in his chair with a groan. He hated days like that. He hated days when he was stressed to the point where he felt like he would explode. He needed to relieve some of that tension.

"Mr. Todd?" Mrs. Lovett waltzed gently into the barbershop, hips swaying as she held her hands behind her back. "Rough day, love?"

Sweeney pressed his hand to his temple, leaning back in the barber's chair. "Why're you here? I didn't send for you." He said, voice monotone.

"Oh..." Mrs. Lovett smirked. "Send for me? Sounds like you think I'm a slave o' somethin', love."

"You never come unless I send for you." Sweeney pressed his other hand to his temple, trying to work out the stress-headache he was beginning to get. "Or it's something important. This better be important, Mrs. Lovett."

"It is." Mrs. Lovett motioned for him. "I need ya downstairs, love."

"For what?" Sweeney snapped, giving the woman a sidelong glance. He wasn't going to come easily.

"Turpin's downstairs, love." Mrs. Lovett lied convincingly, taking his arm. "Di'nt wont to tell ya outright lest ya do somethin' rash."

Sweeney jumped up and out of the chair, almost too eager to get to the door. "Good, good! This will be the day I complete my revenge..." Sweeney started muttering a long, well thought of rant under his breath about Turpin.

Mrs. Lovett followed him downstairs, smiling. When they reached the kitchen, she grabbed him, taking the barber by surprise and dragged him into her bedroom. She threw him so quickly on the bed that he had no time to think and she hastily handcuffed him to the bedposts.

"Mrs. Lovett!" Sweeney snapped loudly, straining at the cuffs. "What the BLOODY HELL?"

"I wont a bit o' fun," Mrs. Lovett leaned down upon him and let her lips crash onto his. She began to suck at his mouth, letting her tongue crawl delicately between his slightly open teeth.

Sweeney pulled back, gasping for breath. "What do you mean?" He asked, baring his teeth to keep her at bay for the moment.

"You know exactly wot I mean." Mrs. Lovett stretched herself on top of his body and clutched the bulge in his trousers.

Sweeney bit his lip, letting out a hiss. "Stop that." He snarled between his teeth, once again trying to free himself from the cuffs.

"I wont the control now," Mrs. Lovett almost whined, a little pout playing on her lips as she stroked the bulge ever harder. "You 'ad it las' time. An' I wont it now."

Sweeney stifled a moan rising in his throat. "Let me go." He snarled again, though his voice was quiet due to the fact that he was trying not to make any sort of pleasured sound.

"Not wit' that be'avior, I won't," Mrs. Lovett chided him, unbuttoning his vest. Though, there was the issue of getting it off his arms.

The baker paused before taking his razor out of the holster on his hip and ripping the sleeves of the vest off. She did the same with the white shirt underneath, throwing the torn clothing aside.

Sweeney looked up at Mrs. Lovett with subdued anger in his eyes. His bare chest was already beginning to sweat as it came into contact with the cold.

Mrs. Lovett froze for a moment as she looked into his eyes. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea...

"Oh...wotever" Mrs. Lovett thought to herself as she began stroking his sides with her warm, long fingers, She pressed her mouth to one of his nipples and licked around the edges of the peak, nibbling on it slightly.

Sweeney felt his hips buck forward of their own accord and a stifled moan somehow found its way out of him.

"Mr. Todd..." Mrs. Lovett felt her heart flutter, but remembered that she was in charge. So, she took the buckle of his belt in her teeth and yanked it off, throwing it against the wall. She then went over to the end of the bed, wrestling with his feet to take off his boots. The woman took the ends of his trousers and his undergarments and all at once pulled them down.

Soon, she beheld the sight of his tossing, hardening member. She smirked at this.

"Seems to me like you act'lly like this,"

Sweeney lifted his head, looking down himself at Mrs. Lovett. "Let me--" He paused with a whine as the sheets beneath him started to bundle up, stimulating him in several different areas, "--go."

"Give me one good reason why I should, love," Mrs. Lovett lightly teased the head of his member.

Sweeney strained against the handcuffs again, letting out a stifled whine. "If I get out of these handcuffs you will be dead." He snarled, though there was barely any hate in it.

"If you can still move when I'm finished with you," Mrs. Lovett informed him airily. She walked out of the room, leaving him alone. She came back about five minutes later wearing only her corset and pantalets. She had a rolling pin resting casually on the palm of her hand.

Sweeney's face had a single flicker of fear. "Why do you have that rolling pin?" He asked, half-snarling.

Mrs. Lovett chuckled in a teasingly wicked way. "Are ya frightened, love?" the baker didn't even wait for a response as she went to her bedside table, grabbing a large, glass bottle of lavender oil and applying it liberally to the handle of the rolling pin.

"No." Sweeney snapped. "Why would I be frightened of you and your rolling pin?"

"Exactly, dearie," Mrs. Lovett pounced onto the end of the bed and practically rolled him over, pinning his knees on either side of his head. She then lightly fingered his tightly puckered anal cavity and placed the handle of the rolling pin on the top of it.

"Never been taken like this, 'ave ya?" Mrs. Lovett inquired.

Sweeney struggled against Mrs. Lovett with all the strength he could muster. "You're bloody mad, woman!" He snarled.

"See 'oo's in control, now?" Mrs. Lovett had no idea what possessive and aggressive instincts were taking over her, but she plunged the handle of the rolling pin into him, twisting it and working it deeper into his body.

When the entire handle was in him, she took the oil from her bedside table and added it to the larger part of the rolling pin, stretching him wider, bringing it more into him.

Sweeney cried out from the pain. When she stopped he let out a pitiful whine of excruciating pain. "Mrs. Lovett... stop this." He managed.



Mrs. Lovett stopped for a little while, catching the pain in his eyes, and the pushover in her took so much pity for him that she pulled it out slightly, keeping the handle in.

"I think you'll like this, though," Mrs. Lovett dug the handle around until she found the large bundle of nerves...his prostate...and prodded it gently, making him buck around and whine like a madman.

Sweeney was unable to speak. His hands were slick with sweat and his head was swimming.

As she rubbed his prostate more and more with the handle, she bent down against his chest, making light pink hickeys all over his pearly white chest.

Sweeney's hips bucked forward, almost unsettling Mrs. Lovett from her perch and he whined out something that sounded like "Please".

"Please wot, dearie?" Mrs. Lovett nibbled at his earlobe.

"Please" He managed again. She prodded his prostate again and his hip bucked forward rather violently, knocking her off of him.

Mrs. Lovett rolled off the bed and landed harshly on the wooden floor. She felt her body bruise and ache all over from the impact, but she pulled herself back up, taking the rolling pin out.

"Wot is it ya wont, love?" her soft eyebrows knitted together.

Sweeney felt his body relax. He stretched his legs back out along the bed, surprised when he felt a warm, wet substance between his legs. "Why... Why're you doing this?"

"Showin' ya 'ow much I love you," Mrs. Lovett bit her lip. "An'...someone...I won't mention 'oo...said if I did somethin' like this it might protect me. Yet...I'm also lookin' forward to the danger." the baker decided she didn't want an answer and put her mouth around his member, sucking and flicking at the head with her tongue. She then practically swallowed it as it went deep into her throat. She tried not to gag and continued to suck.

Sweeney's response was cut off by a pleasured moan, his hips pumping to her rhythm.

She went even deeper, her warm, wet throat tightly clenching around him as she grabbed his hips. She then felt an explosion of salty liquid from his member spurt into her throat and she attempted to swallow it.

Sweeney practically collapsed back onto the bed after he came into her, panting. The blood from his rectum was beginning to stain the sheets a deep red.

"Oh God," Mrs. Lovett sputtered and gasped, pulling a key from in between her breasts and unlocking the handcuffs. "You're bleedin'! Are you alright, love?"



Sweeney stretched his arms when his hands were free, pretending to be too tired to do much more than give Mrs. Lovett a scalding glare. "No. I am not alright."

"Oh, dearie," Mrs. Lovett began to feel immensely guilty. "I'm so sorry...I don't know wot came over me." She moved over on top of him, taking both of his hands gently.

Sweeney suddenly flipped Mrs. Lovett over, pinning her to the bed with his hands.

Mrs. Lovett let out a startled scream and as a defense mechanism, began to struggle against him.

"Don't struggle, my pet." Sweeney hissed, using the handcuffs to cuff her to the bed. He was still bleeding and the blood was smearing everywhere.

"I 'ave every right to struggle!" Mrs. Lovett squeaked. "You're pissed an' now I'm 'andcuffed an' you're on top of me!"

"I'm not going to do anything to you." Sweeney had a wicked smile on his face.

"That bloody leer tells me otherwise." Mrs. Lovett wriggled violently in the handcuffs, making her corset start to slip.

Sweeney pressed his face close to hers. "I'm going to do nothing worse than what you did to me." He said, pinning her arms down on the bed and putting his knees on her legs.

Mrs. Lovett moved to pull up her knickers, but was frustratingly restricted by the handcuffs. She gave a sigh and with all her might, pulled her legs out from under him, crossing them. She then lifted up her mouth to kiss him, practically sucking the air out of the barber.

Sweeney broke the kiss, straightening Mrs. Lovett's legs forcefully and pulling her knickers off completely. He reached over and pulled a razor out of his pant's holster, pressing the blade to Ms. Lovett's chest.

Mrs. Lovett gasped as much as she could within the confines of her corset as the chilly metal touched against her flesh. She whimpered a bit, thrashing about, longing to touch him.

"Turn over." Sweeney ordered, flipping her legs over so her ass was up in the air. He was getting hot again, his member getting stiff.

"'Ow'm I 'sposed to move wit' me 'ands cuffed to the bed!" Mrs. Lovett squeaked, turning her legs back over and putting her rear on the bed.

Sweeney violently flipped Mrs. Lovett back over, propping her ass back up in the air. He put a hand on the small of her back, pressing her chest into the sheets. Her arms were crossed, the handcuffs loose enough so she could turn her wrists over.



"This is revenge, ain't it?" Mrs. Lovett grumbled, though secretly enjoying his violent-natured lust.

Sweeney leaned over the woman, grinning. "You could say that." He said, before sitting back. He grabbed the rolling pin from the counter and looked at it, watching his own blood drip down the wooden surface.

Mrs. Lovett's body collapsed from his released pressure.

"I di'nt know it would bleed," Mrs. Lovett confessed, flat on her stomach.

Sweeney took the end of it and carefully positioned it over her anal cavity before driving it in deeply, all the way down the handle.

Mrs. Lovett screamed and gasped from the pain, thrashing about and cursing.

"Wot the 'ell are ya doin'?"

Sweeney didn't answer, instead wiggling the rolling pin around, prodding her pleasurable spots with his finger.

Mrs. Lovett wriggled around, trying to free herself, but she was moaning with the pleasure and pain mingled.

"I'd say you like this." Sweeney said, mocking her and flipping her on her back. He pressed his teeth to her chest, quickly undoing the corset with his razor. He took one of her breasts in his mouth and sucked on it, occasionally biting down.

Mrs. Lovett winced slightly as he bit down extra hard. She then lifted her head up to sink her teeth into his shoulder.

"So wot if I do?" she whispered before nipping down even harder.

Sweeney chomped down on her breast, drawing a small drop of blood. Without removing the rolling pin he entered her, pounding into her deeply and staying there, filling her.

"Oh, Sweeney..." she moaned. She ignored the pain in her nipple, the pain in her rear, and even the slight pain of her slick sex that he was stretching and only focused on the joy of the moment. Sweeney was hers and that's all that mattered.

"Y-You're..." Mrs. Lovett's voice was faded slightly. "...mine."

"You're mine." Sweeney corrected, pumping into her once violently, drawing out the sex.

"Y-Yessir..." she murmured weakly. "I'm...y-yours...an'...I love...you."



Sweeney sped up his pumping, violently ramming into her until she began to bleed.

Mrs. Lovett gasped and whimpered from the sharp pain and felt a few tears escape from her eyes. Some of pleasure...some from agony.

Sweeney came into Mrs. Lovett before collapsing from exhausting on the bed beside her.

Mrs. Lovett feebly pulled the rolling pin from out of her and tossed it in the rubbish bin by her bedside since she certainly wasn't going to use it again. Also, since both of them were bleeding, Mrs. Lovett noted that she would need a new bedcover and that the two of them most definitely were in desperate need of a bath.

"Mr-Mr. T-Todd?" Mrs. Lovett's voice was a practically inaudible whisper. "Would ya like me to draw you a bath?"

"You first." Sweeney snapped, shifting around on the bed until he found a side to lay on that didn't hurt.

"Ya sure, love?" Mrs. Lovett only discerned a grunt as his reply. She sighed and pulled her aching, weary body out of the bed, slipping a silk robe over her bloodied form.

Mrs. Lovett trudged back and forth, in and out of the room in segments of about three minutes with buckets of water and would lethargically dump the bucket's contents in her bathtub.

Finally, she was done, and though the water was cold, she honestly could've cared less. She sprinkled tuberose bath salts in the water as she slid out of her robe and wiped off the excess blood with a rag before sliding into chilly water. Her wild auburn curls floated to the surface of the water as she leaned her head back.

Sweeney padded into the bathroom and proceeded to pee. Very loudly.

Mrs. Lovett jumped with surprise in the bathtub, trying to cover her completely naked, wet body with her hands.

"Are you bloody mad?!" she shrieked. "Use the bloody chamber pot under the bed! Do ya 'ave any manners?"

"Too much energy." He said. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

"You..." Mrs. Lovett tried to find a good choice of words as she hid her exposed body the best she could. "...man."

Sweeney looked at Mrs. Lovett with narrowed eyes. "What'd you call me?"

"A..." Mrs. Lovett felt a nervous lump form in her throat as she continued to conceal herself. "M-Man. I j-jos called ya...a man."

Sweeney pressed his lips together in a thin, pouty line. "I prefer you call me by my name."

Mrs. Lovett chuckled a bit from his expression but then a cold, harsh reality hit her. What would she call him now?

"Um..." Mrs. Lovett sank deeper into the water. "Mr. Todd."

Sweeney turned back to head out into the bedroom, straight faced. "You can call me Sweeney when we're in private." He muttered from the doorway.

Mrs. Lovett paused for a second before pulling herself out of the bathtub, wrapping a large towel around her body and a smaller one around her hair. She made her way into the bedroom before pausing to look at Sweeney.

"Sw-Sweeney?"

"What?" Sweeney snapped, whipping around. He was still bleeding.

"W-Want the bathtub now, l-love?" she shrank back slightly. "I can 'eat up the water if...if y-you'd like. Or ya can jos take it...cold."

"Later." Sweeney snapped, though he made no move to leave.

"Yer coated in blood, sweat, an'..." she blushed a bit. "Ya need to wash up o' at least take a quick dip. It'll 'elp wit' the bleedin' too."

"Later." Sweeney snapped louder, shoulders tensing against the doorframe.

"Git in the bloody bath!" Mrs. Lovett took the nude Mr. Todd by the shoulders and into the bathroom, plopping him in the tub. "There!"

Sweeney rose from the tub quickly, but the slick surface made him loose traction and he fell.

Mrs. Lovett dexterously caught him before his slender body collapsed to the tiles and she sat him right back in the tub, splashing water over his bloodied body and rinsing him with her wet washcloth as if he were a child.

Sweeney grabbed Mrs. Lovett by the shoulders, tossing her roughly into the tub. The water was beginning to turn red with their blood.

"'Ave you lost your mind?!" Mrs. Lovett sputtered, blinking back water from her eyes.

"What'do you mean?" Sweeney bit down on Mrs. Lovett's neck with force.



Mrs. Lovett's head was submerged into the water. The bloody water entered her nose and mouth making her gasp and choke as she gripped his shoulders, trying to pull herself up.

Sweeney lifted Mrs. Lovett's head above the water, pressing her back against the wall.

"Wot are ya doin'?" Mrs. Lovett spat, after she finally caught her breath again. "Wot the bloody 'ell are you doin'?!"

"Keeping you alive, my pet." Sweeney said, a leer on his face.

"I would've been drownin' if ya 'ad'nt thrown me in the tub..." Mrs. Lovett meant for her voice to be reproaching, but instead it came out as a weak whisper.

"You wouldn't have been thrown if you didn't shove me in here in the first place." Sweeney hissed.

"You infuriating man!" Mrs. Lovett gave him a push in the chest, not able to suppress a small giggle.

Sweeney grinned. "You seem to like it."

"It's not very..." Mrs. Lovett squirmed a bit, trying to free herself from him. "...proper...for a lady to take pleasure from the "quirks" of a man like you."

"It's not proper for a lady to take any kind of pleasure form a man before they are wed, but that hasn't stopped us, has it?" Sweeney hissed between his teeth.

"Propriety died a long time ago," Mrs. Lovett sighed almost wistfully. "About fifteen years ago."

Sweeney's face suddenly hardened in anger. "Don't mention that. Ever again."

"Yessir," Mrs. Lovett whimpered, trying to make amends by kissing him on the cheek.

Sweeney stood up and managed to exit the tub, still dripping wet.

"Please..." Mrs. Lovett scrambled out of the tub, slipping on the tiles, but pulled herself up again. "I wosn't talkin' 'bout you...I wos talkin' 'bout me. My propriety went away shortly after you left."

Sweeney stopped, glancing back over his shoulder with narrowed eyes .

"Please..." Mrs. Lovett repeated, drying herself off and rapidly slipping on a nightgown that had been neatly folded on a basket in her bathroom. "I'm so sorry..." she clutched onto his shoulders. "I di'nt mean it. I'm sorry."



Sweeney shook Mrs. Lovett free and went to retrieve his pants. He put them on and then stared dejectedly at the ruin that was his shirt and vest.

"'Ere," Mrs. Lovett rushed over to her large clothing trunk and pulled out a large, maroon shirt and slipped it over his head. "It wos Albert's...much too big for ya, I'm afraid." Mrs. Lovett shook her head as she looked at the enormous shirt on Sweeney's small frame. She then padded over to her bed, pulling off the bloody cover and threw it in a laundry basket by her armoire. She opened the armoire and pulled out a very faded, dusty quilt and threw it over the clean sheets on her bed.

Sweeney gave Mrs. Lovett a small shove toward the bed, face monotone-ly concerned. "Get some sleep." He said, trying to keep the snarl from his voice.

"Would ya...?" Mrs. Lovett paused, rethinking what she would say.

"What?" Sweeney half-snapped, trying to keep the shirt from engulfing him in fabric.

"Get..." Mrs. Lovett gulped. "Could ya put on a pair o' Albert's pajama bottoms an' stay in 'ere wit' me? It's much warmer in 'ere than in your shop."

"Why? You've never cared before." Sweeney challenged, though he seemed to be considering it.

"I've..." she moved closer to him, wincing as she felt a slight sting in her afflicted areas. "I've always wonted you to be...in bed wit' me. Not like...wot we've been doin'...but really sleepin'. It's wot most couples do after they...do it."

Sweeney quirked an eyebrow. "You've always wanted this?" He asked, almost curious.

"Of course I 'ave," Mrs. Lovett nodded slowly. "As much as I've wonted to kiss you, feel you, be wit' you..." she was blushing furiously now.

Sweeney put his arm around Mrs. Lovett's waist hesitantly, leading her over to the bed. "If it'll make you sleep..." He started, though he was slightly unsure of what to do. That last time he'd done anything like this with someone it was Lucy... and Lucy was different. They were married.

Mrs. Lovett tilted her head upwards. "Thank ya, love," She then looked down at his pinstripe trousers. "You wont to sleep in those? Or would ya like to borrow some o' Albert's pajama bottoms?"

"I'm fine how I am." Sweeney said, making Mrs. Lovett sit down on the bed and a forceful hand. He sat down next to her, staying a few inches away.

"Alright," Mrs. Lovett crawled under the sheets on her side of the bed, looking up at him with a childlike "snuggly" look.

Sweeney crawled under the sheets next to her, slightly uncomfortable.

Mrs. Lovett cuddled next to him, resting her head against his chest and letting out a soft sigh.

Sweeney shifted uncomfortably, knowing he would be unable to sleep.

Mrs. Lovett misinterpreted his movements and immediately drew away, turning her back to him on the bed.

"Sorry, love,"

Sweeney turned over and put his arm around Mrs. Lovett, slightly hesitant. "No... you're fine."

"You sure?" Mrs. Lovett gave a pleased shudder at his touch. "If yer uncomfortable, I won't mess wit' ya. I'm jos' a li'le touchy-feely an' I keep forgettin' you ain't 'zactly like that."

"I just know I won't sleep." Sweeney said, tightening his grip slightly, pressing her warm body closer to himself.

She nestled herself under his chin, against his chest, sighing a bit.

"Are you sure 'bout that?" her voice was laced with concern. "I can make ya some tea if ya like."

"I don't need the sleep." Sweeney said, stifling a yawn. He nestled his chin in Mrs. Lovett's hair, the pain of before beginning to numb away.

"I think ya do," Mrs. Lovett replied sleepily.

"I'll be fine without it." Sweeney snapped, trying not to succumb to the numbing sleep encasing him.

"Yessir," Mrs. Lovett snuggled even deeper, wrapping her arms around him.

Sweeney finally gave in to his desire to sleep and his eyes closed, leaving him buried in Mrs. Lovett's arms.