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CHAPTER FOUR
At last Beth heard Frank’s car drive up and the door slam. She heard the
front door open. Then she
heard someone at the door to the bathroom. Frank walked in wearing tan
slacks, a knit shirt, and top
sides with no socks. He said, “when I did not see a trail of blood leading
from my house, I knew you had
decided to stay. It is better you did because you would have probably bled to
death before you could get to
a hospital anyway. Your nipples would be badly torn and have bled a hell of a
lot.” He explained as he
unfastened the lock holding the chain to the faucet.
Using the end of the chain he held as a leash he said, “come on, it is time
for you to fix us something to
eat.” He led her to the kitchen where bags of groceries were sitting on the
counter. He locked his end of
the chain to a post at the end of the counter holding up the cabinets, and
said, “I hope you are a good cook
slut. If you are not, that sore ass of yours is going to get fucked again.”
He then left her alone in the
kitchen saying, “put up the groceries and cook the steak for me. You can fix
yourself a salad.”
Beth looked around the kitchen noting it was very much like her own. She had
no choice but to do as he
wanted. She put away the groceries, and started the meal. The steak was
broiled and the salad ready in
just over thirty minutes. She waited for him to return, but when he didn’t,
she called, “Dr. Benson, the
meal is ready.”
He walked into the kitchen and snapped, “did I tell you to call me anything
but ‘sir’?”
She shook her head “no.”
He picked up a large wooden spoon and hit her right on the soft part of her
lower stomach.
“Aw!” she exclaimed.
“If you ever do that again, I will beat you badly, do you hear me?”
“Yes,” she answered meekly.
“Put you hands behind your back slut,” he barked in a tone so angry that it
startled her.
Beth, fearing he would hit her again, put her hands behind her back as fast as
she could. He stepped
behind her and placed the handcuffs he had used earlier on her wrists. “You
will eat tonight like a slut
bitch dog,” he snapped.
He placed her salad bowl on the table and waited for her to sit. Then he took
his place across from her
and started his meal. Seeing that she was just sitting and not eating, he
said, “I will shove any scrap of
that salad in front of you left uneaten up your ass with a broom handle. Eat
it slut, or suffer the
consequences.”
Beth immediately started bending over and eating her salad like a dog would
eat dog food. She ate as
quickly as she could just to get it over with, but did not leave a single
scrap much to Frank’s amusement.
It was after 8:00 when the had finished. Frank took the hand cuffs off Beth’s
wrists and told her that she
had no more than 30 minutes to wash dishes unless she wanted more ass fucking.
She hurried through
the clean up and had just finished when Frank came back in the kitchen. He
unlocked the chain and led
her to the den.
After sitting on the couch, he asked, “is your cunt wet and ready for me to
use?”
“Yes,” she answered not knowing if it really was or not.
“Come over here and let me see, do it bending over like you did last time.”
She stood in front of him, turned, then bent over and touched her spread feet.
She felt his finger touch her
swollen anus and let out a tiny whimper of pain. The she felt his fingers
violating her vagina. “It is not
wet enough to suit me slut,” he proclaimed. “But your ass is so stretched it
would not give me pleasure.
Turn back around, get on your slut knees and suck me off.”
When she turned back she was he had already pulled down his shorts. She knelt
in front, between his legs
and took his penis in her mouth and started giving him the oral sex he had
demanded. She had been at it
for over 10 minutes when he pushed her head off his penis and said, “stand up
slut.”
“What is my name slut?”
“Sir,” she answered.
“What is that?” he asked pointing to her vagina.
“My cunt,” was her reply.
“Who owns your cunt?”
“You do.”
“What is your name slut?”
“Slut,” she answered looking down at the floor.
“Very good slut, very good indeed. You are learning, and that pleases me,” he
said laughing.
“Now how do I like for my slut’s cunt to be?”
“Wet,” she replied still looking at the floor.
“It is good that you are a fast learner. There is much more for you to
learn.” Taking hold of the chain
attached to her nipples, he said “follow me.”
He led her through the door into his garage and past her car. They went to
the door in the part of the two
car garage where he had his shop and went inside. He turned on the lights and
said, “look around.”
At one end was a work bench covered in tools and electrical parts. Alone the
wall above the bench were
cabinets. The sheet rock had been removed from the ceiling and there were
ropes and pulley hanging
from all the rafters. Near the other end was a strange looking table about 8
feet long and 3 feet wide. The
floor had several eye bolts embedded into the concrete floor. There were
cabinets all along one side of the
room.
“Tomorrow, you will learn what all of this is for, but not just yet. I just
wanted you to get an idea of what
you can expect. Do you know what all of this is for?”
Beth shuddered, and said that she did not, but the truth was that she
suspected it was for the continued
mistreatment of her.
He led her back out of his workshop and into the house noticing that she was
trembling. In the den, he
told her to wait and he would be right back. He disappeared back through the
garage door. When he
returned he was carrying what appeared to be three pieces of chrome plated
metal, each about 3 feet long.
She watched as he sat them on the floor. Two of the pieces were attached in
the middle and formed a
large “X” on the floor when he opened it up. He tightened the mechanism, and
took the third piece and
placed it into a cylinder about 12” long that was just slightly larger in
diameter. The upright piece was
about 1 1/2 inches in diameter and ended in a round ball like blunt point.
He had an adjustment on the
center and lowered it to just over two feet.
“Stand with one foot here and the other here,” he said pointing to places on
opposite sides of the upright
piece.
She hesitated for a moment, then stood where he indicated, with the upright
directly beneath her bottom.
He bent over and started to raise the upright. Just before it touched the
entrance to her vagina, he stopped.
“This will not hurt, I just want you to relax. I am going to put it into your
cunt, but if you feel pain, let me
know. Will you do that?”
Beth felt it was strange for this man to ask her if she would do something
rather than telling her she had
to. It made her feel more secure, and she said “yes, I will.”
He bent back over and gently eased the blunt end into her vagina. She felt
the cold metal against her hot
insides and it felt good to her. Her raised it higher, ever so slowly. He
was waiting for her to let him
know it was deep enough inside her body to just press against her cervix.
This he knew would cause a
sharp pain. He continued until he saw her jerk and heard a low moan. He
lowered it nearly two inches so
she was in no discomfort, and the tightened the adjustment screw to hold it in
place at that level. he stood
back to admire his latest “invention.”
“Are you in pain?” he asked in what truly seemed like a caring tone of voice.
“No, not if I stand still,” she answered.
He took a seat so he could look at her and said, “if you can get off that rod
sticking in your cunt, you can
go home right now. If you can’t get off, I am going to ram this up you sore
ass hole,” showing her a
large butt plug. It was shaped somewhat like a Christmas tree with a flat
base as large around as the wide
part of the “tree.” The “trunk” of the tree was about an inch in diameter and
a little over an inch long.
“this is bigger around than my cock, so you can imagine that it will hurt like
hell until it is inside your
butt far enough for you ass to close over the small part and hold it inside
you. Now you have 15 minutes
to get off of it and go home, otherwise it is the butt plug up your ass.”
He sat and watched amused as she first tried to push the rod down. He had
tightened the screw and knew
it would not slip. Next she tried standing as high as she could on her tip
toes, but she could not get high
enough to get it out of her. She tried leaning forward, tilting the base up
on two of its four legs, but she
was stopped when the tilting caused the end to raise just high enough to touch
her cervix and cause a
sharp pain. He watched her struggle, then said, “you have less than two
minutes slut.”
To his disappointment, she tilted it far enough just to the point of lightly
touching her cervix, then took a
chance he had not anticipated. She hopped far enough that it came out and she
was off of it.
“Do I get to go home like you promised?” she asked innocently.
Frank hid his disappointment and said, “yes, you will learn that you can
always trust me, and you can
count on me to do exactly what I tell you I will do. Slut you will learn to
trust me fully and without
exception. Yes, you may go home, but you must return tomorrow afternoon at
1:00, it that understood?”
“Yes,” she replied.
He walked over to her and unlocked the long chain attached to the short one
that ran from nipple to
nipple. “You will keep the other chain on unless you can figure a way to get
it off when you get home.
Now leave but leave just like you are, naked. Be here tomorrow and be naked
then also slut.” Having
said that he got up and went to his kitchen, and mixed himself a stiff drink.
When he heard the door to the garage close he went to his desk noting her
clothes were still on the back of
the chair where she had put them when she arrived. He sat at his desk, took
out his journal and started
making notes. The night had not gone as planned, but it had worked out
perhaps better in the long run he
noted. He worked quickly because he knew he had work to do in his workshop,
work on the device that
had failed him, his “display stand.”
Beth drove home nude except for the necklace and the short chain running from
one nipple to the other.
She was glad it was dark and drove more carefully than she had ever before
driven. She was so relieved
when her automatic garage door closed behind her car, that she just sat and
trembled for several minutes
before going into her house.
Inside, she almost ran to her bathroom to put on her bathrobe. She closed it
all the way up to her neck
and tied the belt tightly. She wanted to cover up the chain between her
nipples and the “slut” necklace.
Some how, she reasoned, if she could not see what he had done to her body, she
could just forget what was
happening to her.
She went back to her kitchen and poured herself a large tumbler of wine. She
took the bottle and sat it on
her coffee table, and she collapsed on the couch in a near fit of depression.
Her thoughts were only about
how she could get herself out of the trap she was now in, but it had to be
done so that her reputation would
not be ruined.
Soon she was finishing her second large glass of wine. Her hand toyed with
the small cone that was
attached to her left nipple with super glue and the chain that run from it to
the right nipple. She pulled
and tugged on it to loosen it until her nipple was sore. There was no sign of
it loosening, not even a tiny
bit.
Beth toyed with it for a long time. Then she felt strangely aroused by the
constant fiddling she was doing
with her nipple. This made her feel even worse, and she poured herself a
third tumbler of wine. She went
to the full length mirror in her bedroom, and slipped the bathrobe off her
shoulders. She stood there
looking at the necklace and the chain between her nipples. Still naked, she
returned to the couch and her
glass of wine. She laid back on the couch and thought and drank. Her hand
moved to between her legs
and she felt the soft wetness of her vagina. She inserted her finger and
located her clitoris. There she
stayed and just teased it for a while. It made her feel better and took her
mind off the terrible mess her life
had turned into.
Now, she was drinking directly form the wine bottle, the nearly empty wine
bottle. Her right hand was
busy between her legs, and her left hand alternated between tugging on the
chain and drinking the last of
the wine. She worked more furiously on her clitoris and was getting very
aroused. Her finger touched her
swollen and sore anus, the went back to her clitoris. In a drunken stupor,
she worked until she had three
hard orgasms, the fell to sleep still naked on the couch.
Beth awoke in her dark house. She turned on a light and saw it was 2:30 am.
She went to her bathroom,
took a shower and put on her pajamas. In bed, she quickly went back to sleep.
The end of what had been
a long and confusing day for her.
Beth thought she heard a noise. She opened her eyes and looked at her alarm
clock, it was 6:30 am. She
did not move, but stayed real still just listening for whatever had awoken
her. She heard another noise,
and sat up in bed. Then she heard it again, someone was in her house.
“Slut,” she heard Frank’s voice saying, “I am drinking a glass of milk from
your refrigerator. When I am
finished with the milk, I am going to fuck you. If your cunt is wet, I will
fuck it. If it is not, I am going to
fuck your sore ass hole. You have just a couple of minutes before I finish
the milk, then I will be there in
your bedroom to fuck my slut.”
Frank had always enjoyed his early morning walks, and this was going to make
them even more
enjoyable. Like most men, he frequently awoke with an erection, and now he
had a way to resolve his
need. He had just let himself in her house and taken off his shorts and
underwear. He wondered if she
was now working her hands between her legs to get herself wet, and smiled to
himself as he waited and
finished the glass of milk.
Beth was more than just startled by his unannounced entry into her house, she
was angered by it. Yet she
knew it would do no good to protest, he simply had too much to hold over her.
She had no choices
available to her.
She knew her rectum was still sore, so she started to masturbate herself to
get her vagina wet in an
attempt to keep him from injuring her rear further. Soon she was aroused and
wet, very wet.
Frank walked into her bedroom and said, “is your cunt wet, slut?”
She just nodded that it was. She looked at him standing in the doorway to her
bedroom wearing a t-shirt
and sneakers, but nothing covering his male genitalia. His penis was fully
erect as he stood there.
“Spread your legs and show me if it is wet, slut.”
He smiled at her as she spread her legs, then she used both hands, spread her
labia. Her moisture caused a
very erotic glistening on her inner labia. He said nothing, but got on her
bed between her legs.
She felt his erect penis pause just at her entrance canal, the felt the
fullness of it as he pushed it inside her
body. He moved it in and out of her body slowly and as sensually as he could.
He wanted to make her
enjoy this despite what he knew would be her resolve to not respond.
He kept up his slow movement, not touching her except for the connection of
his penis and her vagina.
As he felt himself building to a climax, he heard several low moans of
pleasure escape from her lips. He
gave no indication that he had heard anything, but just continued his
movements.
Beth was mortified at how she was responding to this intrusion into her
privacy. She tried to hold back,
but the passion was rising in her body. It was again betraying her despite
her best efforts. She felt him
quiver just as she lost all control over her own reflexes. They came
together, and she hoped he had not
noticed. He was thrilled that she had reached an orgasm, for today was an
important one in her training.
It was good then she had responded so well.
Frank pulled his now limp and spent penis from her body, and walked out of her
bedroom. In just a
couple of minutes, she heard her front door close. She knew he had gone, but
she did not move. She
started crying, not because Frank had come in to her house without an
invitation, not because he had just
raped her still again, but because she had been betrayed by her won body. She
had reached a climax and
she had hated it.
At last she got up and took her shower. She spent the morning reading the
Sunday paper dressed only in
her bathrobe. After a light breakfast, she went to work at her desk in a book
review that was due on
Monday.
As the time crept slowly to the time she had to return to Dr. Benson’s house,
her mood became more and
more depressed. She finished the book review, and looked in her refrigerator.
There was no wine left.
She mixed herself a strong drink of orange juice and vodka, and sat on her
couch. She need the alcohol to
boost her nerves and steady her thinking.
She went to her vanity and started to put her makeup on. She did it as Dr.
Benson had wanted yesterday,
heavy and gaudy. Then she looked at the time, it was 12:30. She had to be at
his house in just thirty
minutes. She fixed herself another equally strong drink and sipped it as she
watched the time slowly slip
away.
Back at his house, Frank was also checking the time. He had been very busy
since returning from Beth’s
house. He had spent the entire morning getting his workshop ready for her.
The work table now had
been moved to the center of the room, ropes hung from pulleys high on the
ceiling rafters, and the
cabinets had all been opened for easy access.
Today Beth would learn that he enjoyed bondage and giving pain. She had
already learned that he liked
total control, but that was just one of the steps of her training. Today she
would learn to accept pain, then
maybe next weekend she would learn to enjoy receiving pain as much as he did
giving pain, but it had to
be this difficult step that came first.
She was due to arrive in just thirty minutes and he needed to shower and
change clothes. He closed his
workshop door and went to his bathroom to get ready for her arrival.
6
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