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.
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
