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Chapter 15 What A Position She Got Herself In

CHAPTER 15 WHAT A POSITION SHE GOT HERSELF IN

Bob came home from work to find Sue in bed. She told him she must have eaten something that made her feel sick. When Bob said that's tough when you get fucked up like that. Sue was startled at his wording and thought maybe he was being cryptic with her but he didn't say anything more other than to ask her if she wanted a massage or something to make her feel better.

She knew she couldn't let Bob. Her body was still pretty bruised. She thanked him but told him all she wanted to do was sleep.

"Ok honey." He replied. "I got to call Jerry and tell him I have to cancel my business trip tomorrow. I can't leave you like this."

Sue's eyes teared up. Bob was so good to her and she was deceiving him. She was such a slut. "Bob. Honey, you know how we've been playing these … well.. kinky games?"

"Yah!"

"Well with Pam coming home from her European trip soon, well, ah, I mean, we obviously can't do anything like that again. I … just want to say you know. I just want to tell you how much I love you for understanding and being so good about it all."

Bob smiled. Now wasn't the time to tell her of his surprise for her. She obviously wasn't feeling well and needed sleep.

Meanwhile, Trent Williams, was finishing working out details and logistics for both his plan to remove the damn nuisance Larry Parker as well as a big surprise for Mr. and Mrs. Banks.

Although this Larry guy had given him a way to intensify and perhaps accelerate his plans and preparation of his new acquisition, it was time to take him out of the equation before he would have to take drastic measures. Then he got a brief note from his dutiful trainee. Sue wrote and told him how Larry's continued unauthorized play was way out of control and he was using blackmail to continue. Trent considered several scenarios but decided he might be able to use Larry's departure to help with how he intended to deal with Bob Banks.

As for Bob Banks, Trent was surprised when he received an e-mail request from the slut's husband. Apparently, she had mentioned to her husband the possibility of recording one last assignment before halting all play. Of course, Bob thought Strict Master resided across the country and would only be a source of help in perhaps working out someway to fulfill Sue's desires. Trent's reply came with a supposed search of several people who were safe, who had video equipment and who were within reasonable distance from where the couple lived. He told Bob that he might want to set up such a surprise for his slut wife.

Of course every one of the listings and e-mail addresses were factious names which were set up by Trent himself. No matter what ad or contact Bob chose he was talking with Trent.

Bob studied the listing in detail until finally narrowing his choices down to a top three picks. Bob was assured by Strict Master that he communicated and knew the top three candidates on his list and would trust any of them for this surprise. Strict Master should know them well, they were all him.

Sue's husband was instructed to make contact via the internet to exchange ideas. Strict Master wanted to make sure Bob would be comfortable with anyone he chose for this deal. Bob wrote DB Slaver in Brookville which was only a few miles away. What luck Bob thought when he realized the time he would save in setting up the perfect surprise for his wife.

During the early communications, DB told Bob he was a retired cop. This was semi-true considering Trent worked as a subcontractor chemist for one of New York's crime labs. His specialty was drug component breakdown. It was his early assignment until lab got funding for specialized computer equipment which could do the task in a third of the time it took a chemist alone. But Trent also was used as a makeup artist which was an early hobby of his. He was extremely talented with making latex masks as well as cosmetic makeup disguises for under cover operations. His, so called, retirement came when he decided to utilize a few of the formula's he collected over his tenure at the labs. Several hookers mysteriously disappeared from the streets as well as a stunning investigative reporter. There was little evidence in any of the cases and to this day no one knows what happen to any of the victims.

It proved to be very fulfilling both monetarily as well as sexually for the retired chemists but Trent knew the law enforcement's mode of operation well enough to know when to leave a used hunting ground after a few strikes. Trent had found his true calling. He often changed his style or mode of contact. He was soon known in a very elite business and social circle of the world. What started out on an impulse had provided him wealth and a sense of power few men ever felt. And after 3 years it was more of a hobby or a challenge to go a step further.

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Bob told DB Slaver his idea of having his wife think she was captured and raped, and maybe even some mild to medium abuse. And if possible, he requested it all to be caught and recorded on tape for her later enjoyment. DB Slaver assured Bob he could do everything he was requesting. He insisted that Bob and he meet so he could show him what kind of set up might work and to get a personal feeling of confidence with him.

This was ideal. Bob thought. The guy is so up front and forward, he already felt as if this was the right man to deliver his wife to for the surprise of her life. Bob turned over in bed and fell asleep with a smile. He would be meeting with DB Slave the next day. Both husband and wife laid in sexually excited. Both thinking of their own secret.

-- -

It was a little after 1:15 am. Larry slipped the key into the front door then proceeded to carefully creep up the stairs to the bedroom. He licked his lips before reaching into his pocket and took out two new photos of his slut slave Susan Banks. Quietly he leaned over and touched Sue's arm. The stunning blonde turned groggy before she opened her eyes. Her shock, jolted the bed as she realized she was looking directly at the slim ball who had been haunting her for days now.

Susan mouthed the words; What the fuck. Get the hell out of here."

Larry dangled the pair of new photos of Susan hanging that afternoon by her tits. "Come with me slut." He whispered.

Carefully not to awaken her husband, she slipped from beside Bob and reached for her robe. Larry snatched it from her and tossed it into the corner of the room. He indicated he wanted her to leave it. Larry wanted her only in the short silver baby doll she was wearing.

When the pair finally reached the bottom of the stairs, Susan opened up on him. "What the fuck are you doing here and how did you get in?"

"You insisted I have a key remember? Larry patted his pant's pocket.

"Give me the key or I'll wake Bob and get you arrested."

Larry knew it was a gamble but considering how easily she submitted to him this morning with his blackmail, he figured the new pictures were much more damaging to her. "I think not. Or when you get hubby up, we can go over the details of your last few days of play behind his back." Again Larry waved the pictures of her afternoon torture. "Do you know you can actually make out the cum dripping down your legs in one of them. Wonder how old Bob would like having a black baby."

Sue knew once again she was defeated. "What do you want. You promised to leave me alone after what I when through today."

"Yah, I know but then I thought of that slutty slit of yours I just figured I'd get a piece or two before turning in tonight." Larry snickered and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Beg me to fuck you tramp."

"What the hell are you talking about. My husband is right up stairs. He could come down any time if he hears anything."

"Then I think you better not moan in pleasure like you usually do slut." His hand went to her cleavage and yanked on the nightie. Things don't always rip like they do in the movies. One strap pulled from the top but Larry needed both hands to finally rip the silver outfit in half. "Now beg me to fuck you slut."

His voice became louder. Sue feared Bob would hear him so she begged him to please fuck her.

Unceremoniously Larry pushed Sue over the back of the couch and began fucking her. She couldn't believe she was just downstairs from her husband and yet as helpless as ever.

Fucking the blonde wife wasn't enough. He made her get on her hands and knees and clean his dick with her mouth. "You were born to do this slut." He matter-of-factly stated when she finished.

Her submission, pretty much confirmed to him that Sue would do just about anything to avoid confronting her husband with her clandestine actions. His power was growing over her. Larry felt like he owned her.

After he straighten himself up, Larry grabbed Sue by her hair. "You listen and listen good cunt. If and when I say fuck, from now on you will spread your legs. When I say suck you will drop to your knees. When I say ass, you bend over and spread your cheeks. And when I say come, you crawl to me. Do you understand?" Sue reluctantly nodded. "We've got an appointment on Monday with Jerry Coll. I will be stopping by soon to instruct you on how you will be expected to act."

Sue's mouth dropped. Jerry Cole was Bob's boss. She tried to plead but Larry shut her up.

"Please, don't do this to us, Larry. Please let me just stop." Larry slapped her across the face.

"See you tomorrow. Or Mr. Cole will be getting a full packet of your slutty fun."

Larry left her kneeling on the floor. What in hell had she done? She ran up stairs and took a shower. She felt more than just dirty fucking another man in their home. She felt like the true slut she was being called.

The next morning, Bob did not awaken his still sleeping wife. She probably still felt a little sick, he thought to himself. Well he had to hurry off to the office. He planned on a half day at the office before driving up to Brookville to meet with this DB Slaver. If things looked and felt good to him, by the following weekend, he'd spring one hell of a surprise on his dear sweat Susan.

Sue turned and awoke to discovered Bob had already left. "What the hell time was it anyway." She thought as she sat up. The blonde grown a bit. She was still somewhat sore from yesterday's torturous day. What amazed her was most of the bruising and marks were quickly fading. She showered quickly then got on the internet to relate to Stern Master what all happen to her. Even though she no longer wanted to commit to any more of his ordeals, she realized his experience in this realm of her life was valuable. Maybe he could help her figure a way to stop Larry's advances.

Trent happen to be online when the message came across. "Ah, my poor baby thinks it's been rough up to now and wants out. I'm sorry Slut Sue. You'll just have to deal with that prick Larry a few more days then your knight will rid you of that beast but definitely not save you." He snickered.

-- -

"Hi honey. I'm home! Came to get a quickie before seeing my first client." Larry shouted. "You got 2 minutes to come crawling, butt naked or I call Bob's office."

Sue turned from the computer where she just fired off the e-mail. Her heart sank. She knew anything but complete compliance would get her in deep shit. "Fuck." She whispered. Her disgust for this damn prick was getting worse and worse and yet his control over her seemed to be getting stronger. What could she do to get him to stop this?

"A minute 30 seconds." He shouted.

Sue hurriedly pulled off the robe she had on, then went to the top of the stairs and dropped to her knees and began to degradingly crawling down the stairs to be whatever or do whatever Larry wanted of her.

"There's my fucken slut. Jiggle those tits and shake that ass when you crawl, cunt." He ordered.

Red faced, she complied.

"I think with a little help from me, you'll make one hell of a first rate slut toy yet." He told her. "Now I want to teach you a few positions that you better keep in that cock sucking head of yours but first I have a gift for you." Larry produced a thick spiked dog collar and leash. From the collar hung a silver dog tag. The wording CUM SUCKING CUNT was clearly spelled out in big letters. As he put the collar around her neck, Sue felt her pussy tingle thinking if anyone ever saw her with this on and its sick tag she would die of embarrassment. While she looked down at the humiliating tag she was unaware Larry was attaching a small lock but the second she heard it click her hands went to the locked buckle.

Sue looked up apprehensively. Larry grin. "I'm going to put the key here in this tea pot but you are not to get it without direct permission from me. Is that understood." Sue nodded with a sigh of relief. Larry jerked up on the leach forcing Sue's head up with it. "You are not to touch that key without my direct permission."

Larry then held up a small packet with some powder in it. "And I'm going to leave you this too. Now listen!" he said, once again pulling up on the leash for emphasis. "You are to put this in a drink for hubby, no later than 8pm and no sooner than 7:30 tonight."

"What is it?" she said concern what the hell this little prick would do to Bob.

"It's a light sedative. You don't want hubby waking up while we are fucking tonight do we?"

Sue began protesting but Larry ignored her and began pulling the leash. She was forced to once again to crawl out into the openness of the back patio. "Larry, please listen to me." She began to plead, when very uncharacteristically even for this prick, he slapped her across the face. Although the blow was not as hard as she imagined it could be, it stunned Susan. "Whenever I am in your presents and you are wearing my collar, you will call me master. You will do whatever I command without question. You will not bitch about anything. Now it's time to learn some slut lessons.

Larry snapped his fingers.

1- snap and she was to drop to her knees, legs spread open wide enough to see her cunt flaring. Her hands were to be held behind her neck with her firm full tits thrust outward. Of course her eyes were to be nowhere except focused upon her master's crotch.

2- snaps and she was to crawl forward, lower her head and without hesitation, begin licking his foot or shoes.

3- snaps of the fingers and she was to place her face against the ground. She was to raise her ass up in an offering.

4 snaps and she was to immediately turn on her back. Her hands once more behind her head and her legs spread as far apart as possible.

A single whistle and she was to get back on all fours, crawl and follow.

Larry had her go through a random routine of these positions some 20 times. Any mistakes and or hesitation was dealt with immediately by putting her in one of the trained positions and depending on whether her tits, ass or cunt were presented, those sensitive areas received a half a dozen punishment lashes that got more and more severe as the lesson went on. In a very short time, Sue had completely forgotten the humiliation of the positions and only wanted to accomplish the next command without flaw to avoid further punishments to her raw and sore privates.

-- -

Bob found the sports bar where the man he only knew as DB Slaver had set up their meeting. Of course Trent was in one of his full made up stage cosmetic characters. To Bob it was a relief to discover this DJ Slaver was actually an older man. It gave him a false sense of security if something went wrong, he could easily protect his wife from this old geezer. "I'm Bob Banks and you are DB Slaver?" He asked the old man in the last booth nearest the pay phone as indicated in his e-mail.

The old guy stood up. "Call me Phil. My real name is Phil Dunstand. One can't be too sure about the people you meet over the internet, now can you?"

Bob nodded and smiled as he agreed with the man's caution. One of the first things Bob noted was how weak this man's hand shake was. The old fart seemed pretty frail to be into any kind of kinky stuff.

Trent Williams, knew all or most of his well practiced signals like the weak hand shake and other things were being picked up by this naive suburbanite. Meanwhile Trent began making his own mental notes about Sue's husband.

"Care for a beer or something?

Bob ordered a Coors Light.

At first they talked about very little in general until the subject finally came around to Sue and what Bob wanted to spring on her. The old man asked to see a picture of Bob's wife. Bob watched him holding a nude shot of Sue in his shaky hands.

"You know I'm a retired cop so I don't want to do anything to your Mrs. that she really wouldn't want to happen."

For the next 10 minutes Bob was assuring this guy his wife enjoys playing the slut and loves things rough. But it almost seemed like he wasn't being believed. Bob didn't want to pass up this golden opportunity. In a short time he was agreeing to totally accept whatever Phil's plans would encompass. He didn't bring up any of the safeguards he felt he would require, nor exactly how and what he wanted on the video. The only thing he wanted was for this guy to agree to play along.

"Ok, here is what I have planned. I have 3 different video cameras I can hide to get different angles. I will e-mail you a full list of instructions for you. They will have how I want your wife to dress, what she thinks you guys will be doing and finally an outline of what will take place."

When asked if Bob had any questions he couldn't help but ask if he thought at Phil's age and stuff could he physically handle his wife if she struggles a lot.

"Don't you worry, young man. I have an equalizer. A little chloroform on a gag and she'll be out for a few minutes until it's too late for any struggling from even the wildest hell cat. You, of course, will have to fake being zapped. Once I cuff her to a pole or fence depending on the location I pick out, she'll be completely in the frame of mind that she has really been abducted." Trent let out a fake cough. "Maybe after some whipping and other abuse, I could blindfold her and you could come out from hiding and fuck her yourself if you want. She'll think she's really getting raped."

Bob wasn't too keen on using anything like chloroform on his wife but he was afraid to prohibit anything the man suggested. In spite of this, Bob found himself grinning from ear to ear as he thought about Sue's reaction to what she had fantasized for so long. "Maybe if I use a little Viagra, you think I could get a piece of her too?" he seemed to choked out.

Bob was more than willing to let the old guy get a go at her. They had two more beers and talked before the old man said he had to get going if he was to find a set up and stuff.

"Listen, I don't know if you'll incur any cost for this set up but if you do let me know what they will be and I'll be glad to reimburse you for them." Bob eagerly informed him.

"We'll I didn't want to bring that up but, the motel room I figured we'd bring her to later runs about $70 a night." Trent lied.

Immediately Bob open his wallet. He was thinking more in terms of several hundred for cost. This was just going great. "Here's a hundred. Let me know later if I owe you anything more."

Trent barely was able to hold back his laughter. "Oh, one more thing. Like I said, it might be the old cop in me, but I feel I need a little protection for myself." Bob had no idea what he was talking about. "I kind of wrote out this form saying this is a mutually agreed upon arrangement and that I can't be held liable or any shit like that if,…. well you know."

Bob completely reassured him he understood and signed the last copy of the papers that he only briefly glanced at. The top page stated something about this only being a planned stunt by Robert Banks for his wife. Bob didn't need to read anything more. They weren't going to double cross the old fart to get him arrested but how could he know they were an up straight couple. He was a pretty savvy old guy at that.

Half way home Bob began jerking himself off in the car as he couldn't stop thinking ahead.

-- -

Upon snapping his fingers 3 times, his quickly trained slut had her ass up in the air. Larry unzipped himself and shoved his throbbing dick in her open hole. "Thank you master. Thank you for fucking this slut's unworthy ass." She proclaimed the way Larry instructed her to respond to a fucking. As a matter of fact Larry added rather a lot of extra things she better immediately respond or reply to. He was way too excited to last very long and soon dumped his load up her tight ass.

When he finally pulled out of her, Larry ordered her to squat and place her hand under ass to catch the cum as it leaks from her hole. It took a lot for her to follow his orders and lick the cum afterwards. Between the punishments and just wanting to get rid of this asshole as soon as possible, Sue complied with the degrading command.

Finally Larry was leaving. "Don't forget. Hubby is to get his night-night capsules no sooner than 7:30 and no later than 8 tonight. See yaw later slut."

Sue said goodbye master as she remained on the patio in position one.

*** TO BE CONTINUED ****


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