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OTEC_Beatrice
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

The story of Beatrice, should be told at this point, even though it is 
out of order.

Beatrice did not throw herself into the sea, although she did lean
against the railing several times.

In the early days Vin and Kathy had a cash flow problem.

They had to buy, airline tickets, and hotel accommodations
for over twenty vendors.

Of the three private banks, on board, only one, the one owned
by Beatrice's husband, would talk to them.

Minority equity participation in exchange for hard cash.

During these negotiations, and elegant invitation, appeared
on the beautiful mirror.
A lady was asking Vin, for a date:
My darling, I have treated you horribly, I am hoping
the pleasure of my company, will make a down payment
on the debt I owe you and can never repay.
You will recognize me as the lady in the yellow dress. B.

How could any man say no.

Beatrice had bought her way out of the trailer park she had been born in.
She had two assets, world-class beauty, she was clearly the most
beautiful woman on board.
And she was a damn good fuck.

A week later Vin received a second elegant invitation,
this one delivered through his business address,
label personal and private.
Beatrice had urgent matters, they could only be discussed with him
at his home, at an hour of the day when Kathy was guaranteed to be at work.
The games had begun.
A bank with, what they considered at the time to be,
unlimited financial resources, was making a hostile takeover bid.
Vin and Kathy laid in bed, devising a plan.

Vin sent, a personal and private reply, allowing
that he had several hours available, but the yellow outfit
was too obvious, did she have anything simple,
that would slide over the head.
Vin went on to ask, that she not wear underwear.
She had him!

Beatrice, indeed had such a garment, her sadistic
husband had purchased, it was very close
to being a garment suitable, for a European ladies
prison, lacking only numbers above the left breast.

Beatrice arrived on time, accurate to the second,
slipping through the door, Vin was wearing a bathrobe.
This is too easy she thought, and indeed it was.

An ironing board had been set up, in the front room,
a backpackers foam pad, covered the top.
Beatrice had done sex on ironing boards before, no problemo.
Vin dropped his bathrobe, swinging a leg over the low ironing board, 
laying on his back with protruding erection.
In a smooth motion, like mounting a horse,
Beatrice mounted up, rocking her hips expertly. She was twenty or thirty
strokes away from owning this schmuck!

"STOP!"
Beatrice stopped. Oh shit not another one like Carl!
"You will give me, my orgasm only when I ask."

Vin felt powerful vaginal muscles clutch his manhood.
Beatrice, obviously did isometric "pussy push-ups" just like Kathy did.
Beatrice was aware they were not alone.
The chair she had overlooked had purpose.
Kathy was wearing an identical yellow Chanel Suit, a twin her adultery 
outfit hanging at home.
Beatrice began to realize the magnitude of her disaster.
She kept a straight face, but Vin could feel
the muscles in her pussy, quiver as though she were crying.

"So, why did Karl sent his trophy wife to fuck my husband?"
"No, he did, nay..."
Vin clearly felt the lie, transmitted, to his erect polygraph probe.
Vin leaned his head to the side, looking up in his wife, and began to 
dictate.
Beatrice, followed his gaze.
Kathy was holding a stenographer pad, and pencil.

"Dear Karl your trophy wife, is such a hopelessly bad fuck,
that I am forced to ask you, not to send her anymore.
Cordially, your good friend Vin."

Kathy calmly put the pad down and stared deeply
into Beatrice's horrified eyes.
"It's back the trailer park with a cardboard suitcase, for you hon."
Trailer Park! Cardboard suitcase! How could they possibly know!
"Your days of making gelatin molds are over."
Beatrice's, beautiful face, had melted into a puddle of pure horror!
Her mind was frozen.

Kathy answered the question, she would eventually get around to asking.
"How?"
"He laughs, as he tells the committee ladies."
"He laughs, telling stories about his stupid wife, while he is on top, 
still inside them."
Vin saw the demonic light beginning to shine through her eyes, as if a 
door to a furnace had been opened.
"No" he said
"No?"
"We have uses for him." Kathy replied calmly.
My God, they were telepathic!
"Would you rather break him?"
"Destroy his bank, make him penniless?"
"Yes!, oh dear God, yes!"
Vin did not need his polygraph to detect truth on this level.
"You will excuse us for not trusting a conniving bitch will you?"
Pause, and in a small voice.
"Yes."
"So rapidly in your own words, so you don't have time to
make things up, tell us who you would join with
how you would help them, and your plan of action
to destroy your husband and his bank."
Beatrice talked for a good five minutes.
In the end Vin looked at Kathy who nodded.

Vin ordered Beatrice to resume pleasuring him.
"Stop!"
Beatrice halted again.
Vin leaned his head yet again toward Kathy.
"Honey do we really need to record this?"
"No dear, I'm not bent that way."
Kathy reached under the ironing board extracting an elegant gold plated 
digital recorder,
calmly dropping it into her handbag.
She stood to leave.
Beatrice had been married for years to a sadist,
who would have held the recorder aloft,
taping one of her breasts with it, explaining
what information the recorder contained.
Beatrice, up until that moment considered her
husband to be the most sadistic creature on the planet

She realized he was an amateur.

Speaking over her shoulder Kathy asked
"Will you be free for dinner dear?"
"Yes." Vin replied
Vin was ashamed to admit all of this has made him incredibly horny,
He was fearful Beatrice would be unable to service him.
"Continue."
Vin had to hang on, he had a slave who would do his bidding with a will.

The process continued every day, ironing board, kitchen chair, yellow 
suit, two interrogators.
Beatrice was impaled on Vin's erection, she would slowly fuck him, as 
the two of them bombarded
her with questions.
Beatrice could lie with great skill, as all beautiful trophy wives can.
They had blackmailed her, she had to tell them what they wanted to hear.
She had no choice, if she did not tell them what they wanted to hear, 
they would deliver the tape to Karl.
What she could not do, was maintain a straight face, while dealing with 
a barrage of questions,
simultaneously fucking Vin.
If she stopped to think, to compose a lie, Vin's polygraph probe would 
detect it instantly.
Kathy's face was inches from hers, missing nothing.
She couldn't do it.
Beatrice broke.
She lost control of her bladder, shaking uncontrollably, her beautiful 
face a mask of terror, she fell forward
crushing her beautiful breasts against Vin's chest, crying uncontrollably.
Vin to his everlasting shame, filled her with hot semen as she did this.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her like a small child,
as she covered his chest with warm tears.

She was too hysterical to notice the look of love and compassion, that 
passed between husband and wife.

"Continue fucking my husband!" Kathy ordered
Beatrice sat up obeying instantly, although she
continued crying silently.
"Give him an orgasm!"
Beatrice clamped down with her powerful pussy muscles,
her hips moving like a machine.
Kathy leaned forward, kissing her husband as he
faked an orgasm.
Beatrice could feel the love they had for each other,
she would trade her soul to have a man
who loved her as Vin loved Kathy.
She knew the love they showed her, was part of her torture.

Beatrice did not notice consciously, the questions continued as before.
There was no longer a need for rape-based interrogation.
Beatrice was incapable of delivering anything but absolute
truth to her masters.
If she saw they had misunderstood an answer, she would
promptly correct the failure to communicate.
There were not kind to her, but they did not brutalize her either.
She continued fucking Vin, but she gradually came to realize
he was no longer raping her. She began to enjoy bringing Vin
pleasure, being careful not to let Kathy see her doing so.
She knew, if Kathy found out, she would become jealous, destroying her.

The questions, were always about Karl never about his bank.
What does he do when he has has an orgasm?
Did he ever tie her up? Did she ever tie him up?
Had she ever stuck her finger in his rectum?
At first Beatrice was convinced this was
the work of a master sadists, the purpose of the questions was 
humiliation and degradation.

But in time, she began to sense a pattern,
it was like a criminal investigation, clues were being followed, 
hypotheses were being developed,
examined, refined and polished.

On week she realized her status as slave
had improved minutely, slaves noticed the small things
being denied larger things.
The ironing board was two inches higher,
she would not have to squat quite so low.
She soon realized there was a price
associated with her elevated social status.
She still had to squat impaling herself on Vin's erection
as Kathy watched with clinical detachment.
But there was no interrogation this week.
There were instructions, amazingly detailed instructions,
there were many questions
but all of them to make sure she understood.
There were no crude threats, their relationship was
above that sort of amateurism.
Finally Kathy ordered Beatrice to give Vin
his orgasm, watching without expression.

The delivery service delivered the ironing board,
Karl did not look a gift horse in the mouth,
exquisite!
How was it he had not thought of it himself!
Beatrice would iron his shirts, visible in the background,
as he watched television.

Beatrice had never been more positive, of anything
in her life, Karl, would slap the shit out of her
without hesitation.

As Karl walked into the room, he saw his wife
in full dominatrix regalia, stiletto heels
mesh stockings, leather bra without centers,
her nipples protruding. She was holding a riding crop!

"And you thought this ironing board, was here so I could iron your 
shirts little man!"
(Beatrice was but was positive, that calling her five foot five banker 
husband, a little man would be fatal.)

"Out of your clothes! Do not keep me waiting!"
Beatrice was lightly slapping her thigh with a riding crop.
"I'm going to tie you to the ironing board."
It was obvious she had no intention tying him,
there was professionally done bondage equipment, with chains and manacles

Beatrice could not believe her eyes, he did as instructed.

"Please don't hurt me." he whimpered.
She had been married to this worm for years,
he was a sadist not a masochist!

"You will wait there until I'm ready, Then I'm going to send electricity
through your tiny dick until smoke comes out of it!"
"No no, please don't send electricity through my dick please."
came the tiny voice

Beatrice had done this several times before, on this very
ironing board, practicing on Vin, as Kathy watched and instructed.

The control box was made by someone called P.E.S
one of the wires coming out of it ended in what Kathy
called a sparkler, a long slender flexible conductive rubber
probe of small enough diameter, that it easily slid inside
Carl's small dick.

"No no. Please don't do this, I beg you" came the small voice
"Silence worm or I'll hang you by your testicles
while I turn the voltage to full."

At one point. Kathy had instructed Vin to put the tip of
the sparkler in her urethra. It was essential she know precisely what 
she was doing.
Kathy had told her, with this kind of equipment can cause involuntary 
orgasm with thumping, bumping, jolts of current.
Beatrice was skeptical, but as her skill increased, she was able to get 
Vin to ejaculate without touching him.
At the time Beatrice thought all of this, was to humiliate her.
She now realized she was being trained to perform a function.

She bent to apply her new found skills to the penis before her,
damned pantry girdle was killing her.
As instructed. She gave Karl one hands off ejaculation,
She turned the current off abruptly.
"Wat?"
"You ville vetch ve undress ount you ville enjoy et!"
Karl did as instructed.
Soon, the rubber pantry girdle was obvious.
"Had to wear this so I would not leak, period is starting."
She lied.
"You will eat me out anyway, or I will crush your puny
testicles with a hammer!"
"No no, not that, I will do anything you ask." whimpered the tiny voice

Beatrice lowered herself scooting back to Karl, as instructed, he begin 
an excellent job of cleaning her up.

She began pushing with her powerful muscles,
the banana began to protrude.
She could feel him quiver as he realized what he was looking at.
"Eat it you worm!"
He began eating, Beatrice rewarded him with more voltage.
"Stop!"
Karl stopped
"Do you like the banana, worm?"
"mm m, mmmph."
"Nod your head silly man."
 From the stroking motions, Carl's nose was making,
it was obvious he agreed the banana was delicious.
"There is a special sauce on the banana."
Take another bite and nod your head, if it is good."
Another stroke.
Beatrice advanced the voltage to a higher level,
Carl's manhood was quivering like a four inch metronome.
"Would you like to know the recipe for the sauce?"
Another stroke.
"It is spunk, human semen, the man I love*
He came inside me, double vaginal penetration,
one banana, one real man!
You have been drinking his come."
Even with the sparkler in the way, Karl ejaculated
about three feet.

How did they know? He was her husband, she did not know!
	
	*Kathy had made her repeat her lines several times.
	 As she said her lines to Karl, she realized
	 she did love Vin.


	[ 31. How's it hanging, Sergei ]

The subtle torture continued, they were in Kathy's favorite
rooftop garden restaurant

They were having an advantages of Chardonnay over Chablis conversation.

They were doing to Carl what he had done to Beatrice
with the steering committee ladies.
Only that was, Carl the cunt licker, playing ukulele.

This was chamber music being played with effortless grace.

Beatrice was obviously hopelessly in love with the both of them,
she would walk out of his elegant townhouse, without a backward glance
to sleep on their sofa, work as their maid, clean their toilet,
happy with bread crumbs from their table.
Happy to have Vin fuck her from behind as she scribed his floor.

She was his loving devoted wife, because they had told her to.
Beatrice to her credit, did not believe in half measures.
She had volunteered to iron his shirts if it would please him.
She meant it from the bottom of her heart, she was the perfect wife.

He was trapped in a way he had not thought possible. Kathy
had an exclusive with Vin for a long time, when she had the only
vagina on the planet he could come in.
But he was always free to go back to masturbation.

Karl on the other hand was totally trapped, his loving wife had the only 
key to the garden of happiness.
She could not be replaced, he could not admit to himself a worm he was,
much less tell the next trophy wife.
His life now hung by a thread, the three people, across from him were 
holding it.
No that's not correct, with sudden insight he realized the general
that had routed his armies, without suffering a single casualty,
was Kathy, her formidable lieutenants flanking her

Karl did what he had to do, like a trapped animal chewing off a leg,
it brought him great pain, but he did it anyway, glad to be able.

Karl began to seduce his wife, it was the most difficult
thing he had ever done, it took a very long time.

It was not a problem of Beatrice, not forgiving him,
perfect wives do not carry grudges, harmful to a marriage.
The problem was, he was a soulless bastard.
Beatrice had been ordered to love him, not fall in love with him.

Slowly, imperceptibly Karl began to change. Kathy taught Beatrice
Beatrice taught Karl

In time two couples who obviously loved each other were seen
having lunch, in the garden restaurant.

Beatrice, turning to Kathy asking
"Whatever happened to the tape?"
"Oh, I erased it."
"When?"
"The first day."
"All by yourself?"
"I waited till Vin told me to."
"Why did you wait?"
Briefest of eye flicker in Karl's direction, who was listening intently.

"If you were married to a man, who liked to hurt women
would you want to know?"
"But you would have erased it in any case?"
"Of course." Kathy replied.

Karl realized he had been accepted when they
were invited to sleep over.
With Karl's special sexual orientation, normal sex was kind of 
mechanical with him.
He did his medical necessity, but his heart was not really in it.
He was what women call a bum fuck.
Karl was hoping the evening was not designed to humiliating him
After an excellent dinner, they went through
the double doors into the master bedroom.
Karl was transfixed, it had to be the same ironing board!
He and Beatrice had a special sexual dungeon by then.
The ironing board, had gotten lost in the shuffle,
Beatrice and Vin slipped away unnoticed

Kathy looked him boldly in the eye.
"Do I have to call you worm or something before you lie down?"
It was an obvious, who was the master who trained Beatrice.
An incredible collection of electrodes, she had,
ones that circle, the head of his dick, holding a small
quarter inch long sparkler, in the center, the electricity
had to travel the entire length of his urethra to complete
the circuit. The piece de resistance, was a compound
sparkler, conductive rubber, non conductive, and more
conductive on the far end, it was self-contained,
no need to stuff bulky electrodes up his ass.
He looked at it with regret, it was six or seven inches long
he had a four inch pecker, Kathy was in no way deterred,
feeding it into him, he felt it as it went around
the corner, passing through his prostate, coming
to rest pushing gently against his bladder sphincter.
He looked down in amazement, the entire monster devise
had disappeared inside his penis!

Kathy picked up the control box with long slender fingers.
He knew what was coming, he had been here before.
He was wrong. But not entirely wrong, the thumping,
bumping current he knew so well, had begun,
he would maintain an erection until he starved to death
if they left him like this.
Kathy began slowly to lowered herself onto him,
taking him into her body, it was incredible,
he had lightning, bouncing up and down
on the inside of his dick, while Kathy moved
up and down on the outside, she reached around
with a spare hand, and gently pushed on his testicles
until they disappeared into his body.
He was already shackled , but she pressed down
hard enough, that the only thing he could move was
his eyeballs. With an evil smile on her face, she twisted the control, 
he was riding a wave of ever increasing voltages, she kept the current 
flow barely, just barely, on his side of the very thin line
separating pleasure from pain.
He thought she would show mercy, as he climaxed, rattling his chains.
No Mercy was forthcoming, other than a slight reduction
in the voltage, the relentless progress began again.
His wife was making all kinds of noises from the bedroom,
Karl did not even hear her.

Gradually, people began to realize the kingdom had
a Duke and Duchess, events of import worthy of the
unavailable Kings attention, could be safely left
in the hands of the Duke or his Duchess.
There obvious love and loyalty to their monarchs could not be faked.

The kingdom now had, eight praetorian guards, three Vestal virgins
a Duke a Duchess, and a Prince consort.

-- 
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