CHAPTER SEVEN
When Beth woke up Thursday morning, she discovered that her hips were a
little sore from having been spread so wide apart for so long last night. She
went immediately to her bathroom and examined herself in the mirror. Her entire
pubic region was covered with hundreds of tiny red dots where her hair had been
removed, but it was not sore. She had plucked enough eyebrows to know that in a
couple of weeks her hair would start to return, so she was not worried.
She showered and went to work, tired but on time. She left for home a
little early saying she wasn't feeling well, but the truth was simply that she
had to catch up on the sleep she had lost last night.
As soon as she got home she started getting undressed. All she wanted to do
was to put on her pajamas and go to bed. As she removed her bra, she saw the
other end of the chain had come loose from her right nipple. She almost cried
with joy and happiness. At last she was free from that chain on her nipples,
and it was a good feeling. She went to bed happier than she had been in a long
time.
She was so happy and in such a good mood the next day, that everyone who
worked with her said something about it. Little did they know that she was, she
thought, nearing the end of what had been a nightmarish few weeks in her life.
Beth really felt that this was going to end and could hardly contain herself.
On her way home, she stopped by the newspaper office to deliver the rewrites
she had finished for the Sunday edition. On the third floor she checked her box
for messages. There were several, but one was in a sealed envelope with her
name typed on the front. She was about to open it when others came into the
room. She hurriedly put it in her purse and left the building.
She got to her car and locked the doors. Opening her purse, she removed the
envelope. Inside was another typewritten note and a small strip of scotch tape
folded over and stuck to itself. Between the layers of the scotch tape were
about a dozen or so tiny hairs with the follicles still attached. The note
read, "be sure to keep these and the other souvenir I sent you in a very safe
place. The importance of the two souvenirs will be made known to you when Frank
is ready for you to know." It, like the first, was not signed. She put it back
in her purse and drove home wondering just who the sender was and how this could
ever have any importance to her..
She walked straight to her bedroom when she got home. The envelope was
placed in the top drawer along with the first, the one containing a lock of
Beth's pubic hair. After a quick dinner, she went to work on her next book
review. It was the best way she knew to block things that bothered her out of
her mind. She worked late, and didn't get to bed until after midnight.
Saturday morning, Beth checked her vaginal area and was pleased to see that
the red spots had almost faded away. She showered, ate breakfast, and continued
the work she had started last night.
At just before noon, she removed her clothes, put on her raincoat and
started for the door to go to Frank's house as he had told her. Then she
stopped, and returned to her bedroom. There she put the gold chain and a front
hook bra in her purse and headed back to the car. She wondered why she needed
the bra, but was not concerned about it.
She was invited into Frank's house and told to strip as had become the
routine.
When she turned around, Frank noticed the chain was off the other nipple.
"Are you still sure you don't want me to glue the ends of that chain back to
your nipples?" he asked.
"Yes," was her immediate response.
"Are you absolutely sure?" he questioned again.
"Absolutely."
He sat on the couch, and told her to let him examine her "cunt."
As he felt of it, he said, "nice, very nice. Did you bring the bra I told
you to bring?"
She reached in her purse and handed it to him saying that she had.
"Go get on my bed and get your cunt ready for me to fuck slut. Remember
though, if it is not wet enough, I will fuck you in your ass hole."
Beth said nothing, but went straight to his bedroom. She laid back in his
bed and waited for him. She had not intention of arousing herself to the point
of wetness, so she just waited. The pain of anal sex was less than the
embarrassment of responding to him like the way she had done the last time.
"Is you cunt wet?" he asked when he entered the bedroom.
"No," was her only reply.
Went to his bathroom and tossed her a tube of KY jelly. "You know what to
do with this cunt, do it quickly so I can cum in your bowels."
She put the jelly all around her rectum and on his erect penis, the rolled
over on her stomach to wait on the pain she knew was coming.
Frank had not been surprised by her refusal to get herself wet, in fact he
sort of expected it. He was going to make her wish she had not chosen as she
did as a lesson for her to remember. He got between her legs and positioned the
head of his penis at the center of her rectum. With one hard lunge, he drove it
all the way inside her as hard as he could. He chuckled out loud at the yelp of
pain that came from her mouth, the brutally pounded his penis in and out of her
until he as last short his load into her bowels. When he withdrew, he was
please at the spot of blood on the sheets between her legs. Only then did he
realize that she had passed out.
He got off thinking just how much easier this was going to make the next
part of her ordeal. He did not even stop to clean the fecal matter and blood
off his penis, but picked her up and took her to the table in his workshop.
Inside the work shop, he laid her on his table, her feet together and her
arms along her sides. Then he put a strap across her neck, one above her
breasts, another below her breasts, still another across her hips, and a last
one across her knee caps. Then he tightened them to hold her securely in place.
Only then did he go to clean up, get dressed and make a phone call.
When he returned to the workshop, he saw that Beth had awakened. He said
nothing, but went to a large cabinet and returned carrying a roll of duct tape.
She did not protest as he put three wide strips across her mouth and another
wide strip across her eyes.
"I am going to be gone for a while. I am going to Chicago to work on a
project with a friend. I may not return for a couple of weeks or more, but I
will let you know when I want to use you again. This will give you time to heal
also."
She then heard him leave and close the door to his workshop. "To heal?" she
thought, "what does he mean by that." But the pain in her rump seemed to
provide the answer to her question.
He returned carrying two zip lock bags of ice. He place one directly one
top of each of Beth's breasts, then left again. At first the ice was very cold,
then numbness set in as time passed.
She heard the door open, and a female voice, the one she had heard before
ask, "how long has the ice packs been on her nipples?"
"Over 45 minutes," Frank answered.
"Then she is ready. Plug this in," the female said.
"You told Frank that you did not want those rings glued to your nipples
again, so I am going to pierce them and put the rings through you nipple flesh
Beth," the woman told her. As Beth bucked and strained against the straps
futility, she continued, "I will be using a heated needle so it will cauterize
the blood vessels as it goes through them. You will not bleed, but they will be
very sore for several days. It is going to hurt a little, but I don't give a
damn about your pain."
"Why don't we give her the sedative now?" Frank asked. "It will put her to
sleep."
"No, you told me I didn't have to put her to sleep until I was ready, and I
want to her suffer as her nipples are pierced. That was our deal." The Susan
picked up the heated needle in her right hand, and grasped one of Beth's nipples
between her fingers of her other hand. The needle slid easily through the
tender flesh making a hissing sound and creating a small wisp of smoke. Just as
she did, Beth's body stiffened and shook. Then without hesitation, the same was
done to her other nipple.
"There, it is done," Susan pronounced. "Now I will give her the sedative,
then you can attach the rings." She reached into her purse and removed a
syringe. The contents were placed into Beth's arm, and Susan said, "it will be
just a moment before she is out."
Beth's brain was too preoccupied with the pain in her freshly pierced
nipples to feel the needle placed into a vein in her arm. But she was aware
that she was loosing consciousness, then it all went blank for her.
Frank took his time soldering the 1/2 inch gold rings in place on Beth's
nipples. He want to be sure it was a strong weld that would not come apart.
Once that was done, the two of them untied Beth and put her bra on. The used
several sheets of tissue to line the cups to catch the small amount of blood.
Then the two of them loaded her into Frank's car, and drove over to Beth's
house. Inside her garage, they got out and took her inside. Susan left a note
for Beth as well as some antiseptic, and they left her still under the influence
of the sedative.
It was about midnight when the sedative wore off and Beth started awakening.
Her first realization was of the sharp throbbing pain in her nipples. Then she
became aware that she was no longer tied to the table because her arms were
free. She open her eyes to find, much to her surprise, that she was in her own
bed in her own house. She called out, "Dr. Benson?" There was no answer. She
realized that she was alone.
Her hand went instinctively to her breast as she remember what had been done
to her body. She withdrew it quickly because of the pain it caused. She laid
still for nearly an hour crying softly to herself while the effects of the
sedative continued to wear off. At last, she painfully struggled to her feet,
and shakily made it to her bathroom. She peed, then stood if front of her
mirror.
Standing in front of the mirror, Beth carefully unhooked the front of her
bra. What she saw caused her to gasp. In each red, swollen, distended nipple
was a small gold ring. The rings ran directly though her nipples. Her body now
had been permanently damaged and rage filled her thoughts.
She went to the phone to call Dr. Benson to tell him that this had gone too
far, and that she was finished with his blackmail. She was madder than she had
ever been in her entire life. There was a note stuck to the telephone, it read,
"don't waste your time trying to call, my flight left at 6:00 pm earlier this
evening, and I will not return for a while. Take care and heal, I'll let you
know when I get back." It was not signed, but she knew it was Frank's
handwriting. Beth called any way, and found there was no answer.
On her vanity, she found a large bottle of antiseptic, with a typewritten
note telling her to use it on her nipples often to avoid an infection setting
in. Then Beth returned to her bed and cried herself back to sleep.
END OF CHAPTER EIGHT
