CHAPTER TWO
Beth could never remember a Monday morning when she had been so glad a weekend
was over and to be driving to work. The weekend was a nightmare that she was
glad was over. She engrossed herself in her work and managed to keep from
thinking about her ordeal. She actually held her breath as the mail was sorted,
and was relieved that no package came for her.
She kept watch over the entrance to the library expecting to see the man who was
blackmailing her walk in at any time. By the end of the day she had not seen
him and felt better than she had since she started receiving those packages in
the mail. She went home, ate, and read until it was time to go to bed.
Tuesday found Beth's spirits even higher. The assistant branch manager even
commented on her good mood. Again Beth watched the patrons come and go, but
that man did not appear. Like Monday, there was nothing in the mailed for her,
and she felt more than just relief. Her spirits rose and she was back to her
normal self again.
Beth was helping out at the "return" desk just after noon on Wednesday. She
looked across and saw him checking out some books across at the other counter.
Although their eyes made brief contact, there was not even a flicker of
recognition that she saw in his. It was if he did not have a clue as to who she
was. He left without as much as a second glance in her direction.
As soon as he left, she walked over to the check out desk. She looked at the
records and learned that his name was Frank Benson. Beth pulled up his records
on the central computer. He was a psychologist, and a professor at City
University. It had his work and home addresses and phone numbers. There was
nothing else, but at least she knew more than she did before.
Thursday went as uneventful as had the other days, and by the end of the work
day, Beth was feeling elated. She was convinced that he had his fun with his
little game and was out of her life. She literally breezed through the day.
She actually hummed to herself as she drove home.
All week, Beth had dreaded the arrival of the mail. Not one single package had
come for her. This with the absence of recognition in Dr. Benson's eyes when
they had exchanged glances, and no contact from him strengthened Beth's belief
that she had paid her debt and the nightmare that was last weekend was over.
She was in a particularly good mood as she pulled into her drive way. She took
the two small sacks of groceries she had picked up on the way home and walked to
her front door. Then she saw it, an envelope taped to her door. On the front,
in big red letters was the word "slut." She looked around to see if anyone was
watching, then she quickly pulled the note off her door. She went inside as
tears began to drip down her cheeks.
After sitting the grocery sacks down, she opened the note. It read, "I want
your cunt at my house tonight at 10:30." She laid the note on the kitchen
table, and went through the motions of putting away the groceries. By the time
she had finished, her cheeks were wet with tears. She poured herself a glass of
wine and collapsed on her couch, her wine in one hand and the note in the other.
Her high spirits were crushed, it was not over after all. She finished her
glass of wine and poured another. She read the note over again, and felt even
worse.
It was just 7:30, when she had gotten home, and her plans to spend the evening
reading and relaxing now were a thing of the past. Beth sat on her couch and
watched the time slowly tick away. She decided that now that she knew who he
was, she would go as the note said, but she would confront this Dr. Frank
Benson. It was going to end tonight, this horrible thing was over. That
thought made her feel better, and her self confidence grew as she waited.
It was 10:30 when she pulled into his driveway, and walked to his door still
wearing the clothes she had worn all day. She rang the door bell.
"Come in slut," Frank said as he opened the door.
"No, I can say what I need to say right here," she replied shocked that he was
nude except for a black leather g-string covering his male genitalia. "I know
who you are, Dr. Frank Benson. This is over, I will tell the administrators at
City University all about you, and I will tell them that you are blackmailing
me. You are through tormenting me as of right now."
"Yes, you could do that slut, but you will need proof that I am blackmailing
you, otherwise it is just your word against mine. Wait here for a second," he
said as he walked back into his den. He returned and handed Beth a large
envelope saying, "here, you will need this," handing her the envelope.
"What is this?" she asked.
"It is the proof you will need to give my Dean when you turn me in as a
blackmailer."
She fingered the packed envelope, "what is in it?"
"All the proof you will need. It contains the same information that I will mail
to the Library Board and to your newspaper on the way to the Dean's office."
Frank smiled and as he shut the door with Beth still standing on his porch he
said, "you win, you are free."
Beth stood on his porch, holding the envelope he had handed her. He had said
she won, but she did not feel like she had. She went back to her car and
started it. She just sat there with the car running, thinking. Frank stood
just inside his closed front door, smiling to himself and waiting. He wondered
just how long he would have to wait.
Somehow Beth did not feel like she had won. She looked at the envelope he had
handed her realizing that he still had the two stamped envelopes, one to her
newspaper and one to the library board. No, she did not feel like a winner at
all. She moved her trembling hand to the keys of her car and turned the engine
off. Beth was again crying.
Frank grinned as he heard her car engine stop. He opened the door when he heard
the bell, and said simply, "come in slut."
Beth walked inside and asked, "when is this going to end, Dr. Benson?"
"I did not tell you that you could call me by my name," he said in an irritated
tone of voice. "You are to refer to me only as 'sir' until I tell you
otherwise."
Beth looked down and said, "when is this going to end..........sir?"
"When I want it to slut!" he snapped. Then added "strip down to your panties
and bra for me slut."
Beth paused for a moment, she had no choice. She knew that he was still in
control and that her protests would fall on deaf ears. She unbuttoned her
blouse and took it off laying it on the back of the chair near where she was
standing. She reached behind and unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it and laid
it next to her blouse. Next came her slip over the top of her head, and it was
placed with her skirt and blouse. She the removed her pantyhose, and stood
there shaking in her bra and panties.
Frank looked at her thinking to himself how nicely things were progressing. He
looked at her thick, heavy bra, and cotton panties, and said, "now remove the
rest, slut."
Quickly, she removed her bra and panties, and placed them with the rest of the
clothing she had worn over to his house.
Frank just waited for a few minutes, enjoying her humiliation. Her tear wetted
cheeks were starting to dry, as he asked, "is you cunt clean enough for me to
fuck?"
Beth stood motionless looking down at the floor, and saying nothing.
"Well slut, is it?" Frank demanded.
She nodded her head "yes."
"Come over here slut and let me check to be sure your cunt is clean," he told
her as he pointed to a spot on the floor right between his wide spread knees.
Without looking at him, she moved to the imaginary spot he had indicated.
"Spread your legs," he said.
Beth could feel the embarrassment turning her naked body red, as she stood nude
and with her legs spread in front of him. She saw him lean over, hold his nose
close to her vagina, and loudly sniff two times. He leaned back.
"It smells clean enough," he told her.
She felt his hand on her, then felt his finger slip inside her vagina.
Frank was pleased to discover that Beth was moist, not wet, but very moist. He
pushed her back a couple of feet and stood up right in front of her.
"Reach into my garment, there is a present in there for you," he said.
She looked at him. He was nude except for the leather g-string. She was not
sure what he meant by telling her to reach into his garment.
"Do it slut, it is next to the cock that is getting ready to fuck you."
She put her hand inside the leather pouch that held his penis and testicles.
She felt something and removed it. It was a small gold chain necklace. Hanging
from the gold chain was the word "slut" in gold block letters.
"Hand it to me," Frank told her. She did.
"I have removed the release to the catch so when you put it on, the only way you
can take it off is by breaking the necklace. Do you have any idea how mad it
would make me for you to break this necklace, slut?"
She did not respond, but just stood there, trembling slightly.
"It would make me mad enough that I would have no further use for your body at
all. I would then just place the two envelopes in the mail, and you could say
good bye to all you now are. It would mean the end of everything you have
worked for and achieved. Do you understand me slut?"
She nodded her head "yes." She saw him reach around her neck and felt him
fasten the necklace in place. She felt like she had just lost a part of her
very soul as he did this.
"Now go to my bed room and get on your back. Wait for me there with your legs
spread as wide as you can I will be there to use your cunt in a few minutes."
Beth said nothing, but turned and walked to his bedroom. She got on the bed,
spread her legs and waited. She lay there waiting and toying with the necklace.
Frank was so proud of how well his plan was going he could hardly contain his
elation, but he knew he could not let her see this at all. There was a long way
to go yet, and she did not yet need to know that she was pleasing him, not for a
long time to come.
He waited for a full 15 minutes before he walked into his bed room. He looked a
her on the bed and was again taken by her beauty. He removed the g-string, got
between her knees, and in position to insert his penis into her body. He rammed
it into her in one quick motion, and fucked her fast as he could. He managed to
finish in less than 10 minutes, and like the times before, did not touch her
with anything except his penis.
He withdrew, and got out of bed. He stood at the edge of it, and said, "use
your mouth to clean my cock, slut."
He watched as she sat up and took his soft penis in her mouth. He felt her
sucking on it and cleaning it with her tongue. He pulled back causing a small
plopping sound as his penis was pulled form her mouth. "Go home slut, I have no
further need for your body tonight."
He went to the den and returned to his bedroom carrying her clothes. He noted
she was in his bathroom as he tossed her clothing on to the bed. Frank put the
leather g-string back on and went to the den. He mixed himself a drink and
waited on her.
When she walked into the den, fully dressed, he was sipping his drink. She
walked to the door and opened it and was about to leave, when he said, "be here
tomorrow night at 7:00, wear the same thing you had on for our first date. Be
sure your cunt is clean for me, slut. Now get out of here."
As soon as the door was closed, Frank went to his desk and made notes in his
journal as he smiled to himself.
Beth cried as she drove home. She was still crying as she went inside her house
and locked her door. She went to a mirror and looked at the necklace around her
neck with that vile word hanging from it. She tried to take it off, but as Dr.
Benson had said, the release was disabled. It would not open. She went to the
kitchen drawer where she kept a few hand tools she used around the house and
took out a pair of wire cutters. She took them back to the mirror.
She was about to cut the small chain when she remembered his threat. A shudder
of fear ran the entire length of her body. She tried to pull the necklace over
her head, but it was just barely too small to make it. It came so close to
slipping off her head, that she spent several minutes trying that way of getting
it off. It was so close, so close, but would not come off. She decided to try
to get it off in the shower when her hair was wet.
Beth undressed and hurried to her shower. She tried again, and still it was
just too small by fractions of an inch. She put shampoo in her hair, but it was
still not going to come off. She took a deep sigh, finished her shower and
dried off. She put on her pajamas, and went to bed after taking a sleeping pill
and fell to sleep
Friday morning Beth woke up in much better spirits than she was in when she had
gone to bed. She fixed her coffee, and ate her usual bowl of cereal for
breakfast. She read the newspaper as she finished her second cup of coffee.
Then she went to her bathroom to get ready for work. She glanced in the mirror
and saw the necklace and the word "slut." Her spirits sank immediately. She
fiddled with the necklace trying again to get it off until she was almost late
for work.
She wore a high collared blouse, with the necklace safely hidden beneath it.
She would be the only one who know what was around her neck. She sighed,
thinking, "but that is enough, I know it is there."
She worked hard all day trying to put the thought of the necklace and this
evening's meeting out of her mind. The best she could do was to distract
herself for only moments at a time. She went to the dictionary and looked the
word "slut" up in it. The definition made her feel not one bit better. Her
spirits were lower than ever before.
She poured herself a glass of wine as soon as she got home, and drank it in one
long drink before she even sat down. She undressed and put on a light nylon
bathrobe. She sat in front of her vanity and tried a couple more times to
remove the necklace, again without success.
Beth poured herself another glass of wine and looked at her kitchen clock. It
was 6:15. She took a deep breath, and went to the shower to start getting ready
for tonight at Dr. Benson's house. She felt like hell every time she saw the
necklace, and even worse knowing that she was going to be used by him again
tonight and there was absolutely nothing she could do to end this situation she
found herself in. She felt a sickness growing in her stomach, but she knew it
was not an illness, but fear that she was feeling.
By 6:45, Beth was dressed. The low cut slip dress made the necklace and its
vile word stand out like the letters were three inches tall. She looked through
her drawers and found a red silk scarf. She tied it around her neck and
carefully tucked the necklace inside it so it was completely hidden from view.
She double checked her hair, then got her purse. She drove to Dr. Benson's
house and parked at 7:00 as he had told her.
Frank opened his front door when she rang the bell. "come in slut," he said.
He noticed the scarf around her neck and hid his smile.
In a very stern voice, he asked "did I tell you to wear that scarf you have
around your neck?"
Beth's hand went instinctively to her neck. "This?" she asked.
"Yes, slut, that!" Frank snapped. "Did I tell you to wear that?"
"But..............," she stopped and did not finish what she was about to say.
She knew it would not matter anyway.
"You have displeased me slut." Frank held back even the hint of a smile. "We
are going out for dinner, and I was going to let you wear everything I bought
for you. But now, you will have to learn the consequences of displeasing me.
Remove your panties, your hose, your bra, and that damn scarf. You are going to
go looking just like the slut that you are."
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she knew better that to protest. It would just
be a waste of time, she was in no position to refuse. She removed her bra,
panties, hose, and her scarf.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"What difference does it make? Are you going to refuse to go if you do not
approve of the place I select? Are you going to take that risky chance?"
"But what if I see someone who knows me" she asked.
Frank laughed, and said, "they will not recognize you in that dress. They know
Beth, the dowdy librarian, not Beth the sexy slut."
She knew he was right. No one would ever suspect that the person they knew as
Beth would ever dress like this, much less go out in public dressed like she
was.
She noticed for the first time what he was wearing. He was dressed in a navy
suit with a red tie. It was obvious they were going to one of the nicer places
to eat dinner, and she felt even worse than before. Some how the material of
her dress seemed even thinner than it really was.
"Lets go slut," he said as he walked out his front door. "We will take your
car. You just drive where I tell you." She followed and they got in her car.
They drove out of town to a small seafood restaurant. She pulled up in front
and handed her keys to the valet. His eyes looked her over, then her necklace,
then he smiled, got in her car and drove off. All through the meal, the waiter
kept looking at her like he was undressing her. She could see other waiters
walking past their table just to look at her, the necklace and the way she was
dressed.
Three times during the meal, Frank told her to get up and go to the restroom,
even though she explained she did not need to. Each time he insisted and she
did as he wanted. She felt every male eye in the restaurant raping her body as
it wiggled unrestrained under the thin dress. The trips to the restroom seemed
to become the entertainment for all the customers there. Her humiliation and
embarrassment were boundless.
Beth was a bundle of nerves by the time they were back in her car and headed
back to his house. They were about three blocks from the restaurant, when Frank
said pull over to the side of the road and stop.
As the car rolled to a stop, he said, "strip."
"Here? Now?" she asked.
"Strip, slut!" Frank demanded.
She took a deep breath, and managed to get the dress over her head while still
behind the steering wheel.
"I like my slut to be naked," he said. "Now drive me to my house so I can fuck
your cunt."
Even though it was dark, Beth felt vulnerable driving down public streets in the
nude. She was thrilled when they finally got back to his house. She parked and
reached for the dress to put it back on before going inside.
He grabbed her hand. "No, just follow me inside buck ass naked. You might as
well get used to it slut, because I like you that way."
She looked around and saw no one on the streets. Beth followed him inside and
watched as he locked his door.
"Is your cunt clean?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"Then get on my bed and wait for me like last night. Spread your legs even
wider than you did then. I want your cunt wide open for me slut."
Beth waited on his bed for what seemed like hours. In truth, it had been
exactly one hour, Frank had timed it. He was wearing the black leather g-string
and a black leather vest. He just stood and stared down at her. The sight of
him dressed like that caused her to shudder. Frank noticed it and smiled
inwardly.
He got between her legs and inserted a finger into her vagina. It was wet, nice
and wet. He positioned his penis at her vaginal entrance and put it in just
part way. Then he shoved it all the way in and fucked her slowly and gently.
He kept up a slow gentle rocking motion and did not touch her. The only contact
between their two bodies was his penis and her vagina.
As he neared climax, he heard a low moan escape from her lips, but saw no
movement. He finished, pulled out, and rolled over on the bed beside her.
"Suck my cock clean, slut suck it clean."
She moved in position and took his penis in her mouth and started sucking it.
Frank could feel it was coming to life again, and he did not want that. Not
tonight, it was too soon. He pushed her away, and got off the bed.
"Get out of here slut. I am finished using you for tonight. Be here tomorrow
afternoon at 2:00. Have your hair in a ponytail, but you may wear anything you
wish. If we go out, I will provide all the clothes you will need. Now get out
slut, I am tired of looking at you."
She got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned herself. She got dressed and went
to the den, but he was not there. She paused for a couple of minutes, then
left. '
Frank heard the front door close and came out of his kitchen. He carried his
drink to his desk and sat down. Once again, he made notes in his journal, and
then he then reviewed his plans for Beth's continued training. He knew it was
not yet time for her to learn that he intended on having her as his sex slave,
and as such would do as he wanted, even to the point of public sex with whomever
he chose. But he knew that was still a long way off, and besides, he was having
fun at the pace things were proceeding. She had so much to learn, and his plan
was proving to be an excellent one.
She went inside her house and poured a glass of wine. She was surprised at how
her body had betrayed her tonight and hoped Dr. Benson had not heard the little
moan that she had not been able to hold back. He had said nothing to give her
an indication that he had, and she was glad to think he had not heard it. It
was not supposed to have happened. He had just used her, yet it had aroused her
in a way she could not understand. She hated even thinking about it.
Beth finished her wine and took a shower. She tried still again during her
shower to remove the horrible necklace that held that word "slut" around her
neck. Like her other attempts, it failed. It was just too small, just barely
too small. She took a sleeping pill and went to bed. She resolved to herself
that she would never let her body ever betray her like it had done tonight.
Never again! She would simply refuse to allow her body to control her like it
had tonight. She shuddered in disgust and fell asleep.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
