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CHAPTER TWELVE


Sunday morning Beth woke up about 10:00.  There was a dull ache in her jaws
that served to remind her 
of the way she had been made to perform last night for the pleasure of Frank’s
students.  She just laid 
there unable to even cry about the ruined life she was now forced to live.
She was on the very verge of 
accepting her fate, her spirits nearly broken, but she was not aware of the
changes happening in her mind, 
not yet at least.  She was still just laying there when she heard her front
door open.

“Get your cunt ready slut, I will be there in a minute,” she heard Frank say.

Beth immediately rolled over on her back and started arousing herself as
quickly as she could.  She was 
still busily working on herself when Frank entered the room with another man
just behind him.  She 
grabbed for the sheet to pull it up and cover her nude body.

“No, don’t touch that sheet,” Frank warned.  “This is Tan Cho, Li’s husband.
He wants to fuck you this 
morning.  Be a good little slut and tell him it is okay.”

Beth’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at these two men.  She nodded
“yes.”

“No, slut, tell him that you want him to fuck your cunt,” demanded Frank.

She paused for several seconds, tears streaming down her cheeks, then said, “I
want you to fuck my cunt.”

The two men roared with laughter.  Tan removed his trousers and got on the bed
between Beth’s legs.  He 
inserted his penis and began the enjoyment of her body.  He continued for
longer than she had ever 
remembered a man lasting before and she felt her own passion rising to the
point of orgasm.  Then it hit 
and her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm, then another.  At last Tan
withdrew his now limp and 
spent penis from her body.  She opened her eyes to see Frank’s erect penis
directly in front of her.  
Without a word being said, she took it in her mouth and started giving him
what he obviously wanted. 
Frank squirted his full load down her throat, then tucked his penis back in
his pants.

“Frank, your little slut is very nice.  You have done an excellent job my
friend,” Tan said.

Without anything else being said, the two men turned and walked out of Beth’s
house, leaving her still 
nude and on her bed.  This was the final straw that broke Beth’s spirit and
her will to resist.  She was 
reduced to nothing more than an object for Frank to use as he wanted, and she
now realized it.  She did 
not cry, but just accepted that was to be her life as long as he wanted her.

She pulled into his driveway promptly at three o’clock, got out and rang the
door bell.

“Come in slut,” Frank said.  Then he added, “strip.”

Quickly, she was standing before him nude.  

“Lay on the couch slut, and let me watch you get you cunt ready for a good
fucking.”

There was no protest left in her, she simply had lost the will to resist.  She
moved to the couch, laid back, 
and started arousing herself with her hands as he watched.  Her body shook as
an orgasm neared, but she 
continued.

“Here, use this in your cunt, slut,” Frank said as he handed her a large
dildo.  She took it obediently and 
inserted it.  She continued as she reached three orgasms.

“That is enough for now slut,” he told her.  “Get up and stand over the
display stand.”

Soon, she was fixed in place with the vertical rod inserted into her vagina.
He put a piece of tape over her 
mouth and said, “we are having some guests, and you will not need to speak
slut.”  She felt her own 
sexual discharge running down the insides of her thighs, but made no attempt
to try and wipe it away.

Frank left her there in the den and went into his kitchen.  It was about 15
minutes later when the door bell 
rang.  Frank opened the door and in walked Susan and Li.

They looked at Beth, then Susan said, “I hear that she has accepted your as
her master.”

“Yes, I think that is the case.  I think I have broken her at last.”

“My husband said she performed well this morning, he seemed impressed, Frank,”
said Li.

“I was pleased,” remarked Frank.  “She did not hesitate, and she had at least
two full orgasms.”

Beth stood immobilized by the rod inside her and unable to speak as they
talked.  Hearing them discuss 
her performance and her acceptance of his control caused her to feel even less
human than before.

“That is all well and good, but when do I get to punish her for her
transgressions of yesterday?” asked 
Susan.  “You have not forgiven her insolence and lies have you?”

“No, she must learn the consequences of disobedience.  That is a very
important part of her training, “ was 
Frank’s reply.

Hearing this, Beth started squirming in a futile attempt to free herself.

Susan said, “look, she has life left in her after all,” as she laughed a
wicked laugh.  “I can’t wait to get at 
her breasts, it is going to be so great.”

Beth continued to struggle.  A trickle of blood ran down her thigh as the only
accomplishment of her 
struggles.

“Li, are you sure that no permanent damage will be done to her breasts?” he
asked.

“Absolutely, but they will feel like open boils on her chest for a few days,”
was Li’s reply.

“Okay, then I am ready to learn your technique.  Susan has told me of the
effect it had on her arms and 
legs.  I can only imagine what it will do to her lovely breasts.

“Are you sure your workshop is soundproof?” questioned Li.

“Very sure.”

Susan asked, “should we handcuff her first, just so she doesn’t give us any
trouble?”

“That might be a good idea,” agreed Frank.  He went to a drawer and got a pair
of hand cuffs, the moved 
to Beth’s rear and placed them on her wrists.  He then lowered the rod from
her vagina.  Even handcuffed, 
Beth tried to avoid being pushed into Frank’s workshop.  All three were
sweating by the time they got her 
in there and on the mattress on the floor.  When her legs were chained to
rings in the floor set far apart.  
The handcuffs were removed and Frank held her on her back as her wrists were
fastened to other rings.
Then, they stood up admiring their handiwork.

“God, she looks so delicious laying there totally helpless like that.  Where
is the rolling pin?” asked 
Susan.

“First the tape, I want to hear her screams,” replied Frank.  He then ripped
the tape off Beth’s mouth.

“Please, oh God please don’t do this to me.  I am begging, I am pleading, I
will do anything you ask, I 
will never disobey again,” she shouted in a non stop sentence.

“Will you fuck any body I tell you to?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Will you show you naked body at any time I wish?”

“Yes, God yes.”

He put another piece of tape on her mouth, and said, “sorry Li, but I had
rather not hear her begging, I 
just might give in.  You can start whenever you wish.”

Li sat on Beth’s hips, one leg on each side, and took the rolling pin.  She
placed it on top of Beth’s left 
breast, and gently rolled it back and forth.

“God, Frank, look at her eyes.  They are as wide as saucers.  She is scared
shitless,” `Susan exclaimed.

Li pressed a little harder as she continued to roll the pin back and forth
over Beth’s breast.  “I will do this 
one and you can watch, then you two can take turns on her other one.  She will
pass out rather quickly, 
but that is fine.”

Beth felt Li increasing the pressure as she rolled the pin across her breast.
The pain built up slowly at 
first, then it became blinding.  She bucked and struggled, but was unable to
stop the relentless rolling of 
the pin.  She passed out from the pain.

When Li was satisfied, she got off  Beth’s limp body.   Susan took her place
and started the same process 
on Beth’s right breast.  Then it was Frank’s turn.  They spent over an hour
crushing and bruising her 
breasts.  Beth was passed out during all but the initial stages.

“That is enough,” Li said.  “She will be in severe pain for most of a week.  I
suggest, Frank, that you give 
her a few days to recover before you use her again.”  They left the workshop
as they continued to talk 
about her.

When Beth regained consciousness, she was in her own bed room, and felt a deep
throbbing in her chest.  
She moved to sit up, and was literally knocked back down by the pain.  She
discovered that only by laying 
perfectly still could she stand the pain in her breasts.  Any  movement they
made was enough to almost 
make her vomit with pain.  She laid there until her need to go to the bathroom
was urgent.  She carefully 
cupped each in her hands and stumbled to the bathroom.  Then she went back to
bed, and stayed there for 
the rest of the evening and night.

Monday, Beth called in sick again.   Her breasts were much too sore to be in a
bra, and their movement 
without a bra was sickening.  Again , she stayed in bed all day except to used
the bathroom.  The same 
was true on Tuesday.

Wednesday morning, her breast pain was lessened to the point of being able to
get a bra on, and she made 
it in to work.  She stayed in her office all that day, then went home.  There
was a note on her door.  She 
opened it, and it read, “I want you at my house at 8:00 tonight slut.”  Beth
crushed the note in her fist and 
went on inside her house.

Frank looked at his watch, it was nearly 8:15.  He wondered what had gone
wrong, Beth was due 15 
minutes ago.  He had just about decided to go over to her house to see if she
was okay, when he heard a 
car drive up.  It was Beth’s car.

“Come in slut,” he said as he opened the door in response to the ringing of
the door bell.

She walked in, and said, “ I am sorry I am late sir.  There was a large truck
blocking my driveway.”

“You are forgiven slut.  Now strip.”

He watched as she undressed down to her bra.  “Sir, may I keep my bra on?  My
breasts still hurt very 
badly,” she explained.

For a moment Frank almost gave in, but he knew that would never do.  “No slut,
I said strip.”

She gingerly removed her bra with slow and careful movements.

“Are they still sore, I mean really sore slut?”

“Yes sir,” was her response.

“Have you learned a lesson about the consequences of failing to obey me no
matter what I tell you to do?”

“Yes sir.”

“Come over here, kneel, and tell me to squeeze you tit as hard as I wish.”

There was only the slightest of a hesitation, then she knelt in front of him
and said, “squeeze my 
breast......uh....tit as hard as you wish.”  A tear welled up in her eye as
she waited.

Frank reached out and took her right breast in his hand.  He applied only the
slightest pressure and was 
surprised at the look of pain in her eyes.  He opened his zipper, pulled out
his fully hard penis, and said, 
“suck it slut.”

She took it in her mouth and worked until his sperm was flooding her mouth.

“Dress, and get out slut, but be here Friday night at 7:30,” he told her.

When she was gone, Frank mixed himself a drink.  He sat at his desk until late
that night making notes in 
his journal.



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