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CHAPTER ONE


Beth answered the phone, “this is the head librarian, how may I help
you?”

Frank said, “just listen and say nothing unless you want the
information I have made public. Do you want that?”

Beth let out a small gasp, and asked, “who are you, and what do you
want?”

“I told you to just listen,” Frank snapped, “just listen!”

“Okay,” was her response.

“You will go to the bar in the Steak House, the one near your home,
tonight at 6:00 for happy hour. Take a seat at a table in the corner,
order yourself a drink and wait for me to introduce myself. If you
are more than five minutes late, I will leave, and I will make sure
your newspaper gets all the information I have collected on you, and
copies will be sent to the library board as well.” He then abruptly
hung up the telephone.

Beth shook as she placed the receiver back on its base. She quickly
regained her composure, and went through the motions of finishing her
work day. On the way home, she drove by the Steak House, noting it
was a very popular cafe and feeling reassured about her safety if she
decided to meet this man who had been mailing packages, shocking
packages, to her for the past ten days. She glanced at her watch,
noting it was already 10 minutes until six o’clock. She drove on by,
then turned around realizing she did not have time to go home first.

There was a parking space near the front door, she took it feeling
some relief about its location. Inside the bar, she saw a good size
crowd all enjoying drinks before their meals. Beth sat at a table off
to herself, and ordered a glass of wine. As she sipped her wine, she
looked around at the men there, wondering who the person that had
called her was. She saw no one she knew, but saw several faces she
vaguely recognized.

She finished her wine and looked at her watch. It was just a few
minutes after six. She ordered another glass of wine. The waitress
had just set the glass down when she saw a man walking toward her
table. It was one of the ones she knew from somewhere, but she could
not place where. She noticed he was carrying a couple of large
envelopes similar to those she had been receiving for the past ten
days. As soon as their eyes met, she remembered where she knew him
from. He was a patron at her branch library, but she could not think
of his name.

He laid the two envelopes in front of her on the table for her to
see. One was addressed to her newspaper and the other to the San
Francisco Library Board. “May I join you?” he asked, smiling at her
obvious discomfort.

“Do I have a choice?” she responded.

He picked up the two large envelopes and turned to walk away, then
stopped. “Of course you have a choice, but make it carefully unless
you want me to mail these envelopes. You know what is in them don’t
you?”

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Beth replied, “don’t mail
them, sit down,” adding as an after thought, “please.”

He took a chair on the opposite side of the table, and took a sip of
the drink he had brought with him to her table. He leaned back in his
chair and stared at her.

“Who are you? I have seen you in the library, but what is your
name?” she asked.

“I am your date for tomorrow night for dinner here at 7:00, that is
enough for you to know right now,” was his answer. He took another
long drink and added, “unless you want what I know about you to
become the talk of the town.”

“But, I don’t want a date with you. I don’t even know your name,
much less want to go on a date with you.”

“Beth, look at the stamps on these envelopes, they are ready to drop
in the mail box. Had you rather have a dinner date or have these
placed in the mail?”

“That sounds like blackmail, and it is a crime. You could go to jail
if I reported you to the police.”

“I don’t think you want to get the police involved in this Beth,
you know what I would do with all that I have collected on you. You
might also want to consider that you have seen only a portion of what
I have and what is in these envelopes.” Frank looked directly at her
as he said this, then took another sip of his drink.

“All you want is a dinner date?” she asked. She glanced down at the
table as she spoke, avoiding looking directly at him.

“For now, Beth for now. But I will require that you dress a lot
nicer for our date than the way you are now dressed. In fact, I will
have some packages delivered to your house tomorrow afternoon that
will contain what I want you to wear.” He stood up, picked up the
envelopes and his drink, and said “tomorrow at 7:00, we will meet
here at this table and. wear exactly what is delivered, no more and no
less. If you are more than 5 minutes late, these envelopes will be
mailed.” Then he walked away from the table and disappeared into the
crowd.

Beth jumped to her feet to find him, but she could not. She spent
several minutes looking, then paid for her wine and left. She was
relieved that it was still daylight as she got in her car and drove
home. She changed clothes and sat down to read, but she could not
concentrate. Her mind was on the man she had just met, the envelopes
she had been receiving, and the “date” he wanted for tomorrow night.
She had so many questions, and he had disappeared so quickly. She
wondered what this was all about.

All night long she tried to sleep, but the events of the evening were
running constantly through her mind. She knew she would be ruined
professionally, socially, and personally if the information he had got
out into public knowledge. “After all, he just wants a date, and it
is a very public and popular restaurant,” she rationalized. “I will
be safe, nothing could possibly happen there,” she decided as she
drifted off into a deep sleep.

As her Saturday progressed, Beth starting feeling a little better
about her “date” for the evening. She was convinced that she would
be safe, and she needed to find out what this man wanted in exchange
for his silence. She had decided not to call the police, and just to
pay the blackmailer to keep her past a secret. It was the only choice
she had and she knew it. She had a good job, had saved a lot of
money, and she was prepared to buy his silence rather than go through
the humiliation of the exposure of her past.

It was just after four o’clock when she heard her door bell. Looking
through the peephole, she saw a delivery man from Macy’s standing on
her porch. She opened the door, signed for the packages and waited
until the delivery man was gone before shutting and locking her door.
Beth sat the packages down on her couch and began to open them. She
found a red nylon slip dress, red lace bikini panties with a matching
shelf bra, dark thigh high hose, red high heel shoes, a red purse,
small gold hoop earrings, and a gold chain bracelet. She was
surprised that there were earrings and a bracelet, but no necklace,
and even more than a little surprised at the fact everything was her
exact size. A small shudder of fear run through her body.

She poured herself a glass of wine and took it and the clothing to her
bedroom. She took her shower, then started getting her hair fixed
and makeup on. After she was dressed, she looked at her image in the
mirror. It had been several years since she had worn anything as sexy
as these clothes, and she just admired herself for several minutes.
She had always hated bikini panties because of the panty lines they
created, and they were very prominent in this thin nylon dress.
Remembering the man’s threats, she decided against changing and was
dressed for her “date.”

Beth arrived at the Steak House at exactly 7:00, parked her car and
went into the bar. She saw him sitting at the table she had sat at
last night. He smiled at her as she walked to the table and told her
to have a seat. She sat down being careful to avoid eye contact with
this man. He just seemed to look right through her and that made her
very uncomfortable. Her hands were noticeably shaking as she sipped
the glass of wine he had already sitting on the table.

Beth was in no mood for small talk, and asked “how much do you want
to keep silent about what you have discovered about me. I am willing
to pay you for your silence.”

He said nothing, but continued to stare at her and sip his drink.

“How much?” she asked in a demanding tone of voice.

He smiled and said, “it is not your money that I want, it is your
body that you will use to buy my silence.”

“What?” she reacted, “you don’t expect me just to have sex with
you do you? What do you think I am, some kind of a whore?”

Smiling still, he said, “you are a whore, I have proof of that, we
are just haggling about the price.”

“That is all things that happened in my past. It was years ago when
I needed the money. I am ashamed of what I did, but I am not a
whore.”

“Yes, that is exactly what you are, Beth, in fact you are not only a
whore, but a slut. You were and you still are. You can’t change
your past. According to your arrest records, you were selling your
body to anyone that had $100 to pay for it. I am willing to pay much,
much more than that. I am willing to pay with my silence, that has
the value that you place on your career, you social standing, and your
reputation.” He paused glared into her eyes and asked, “how much
is all that worth to you Beth?”

Her face turned as red as her dress with rage and anger. She stood up
and reached for her purse, but her eyes saw him holding the two
stamped envelopes. “Have you forgotten about these?” he asked.

She slumped back in her chair. She knew that he had her in a mess and
that she had to get out of it some how. She said, “no, I have not
forgotten. You are not an unattractive man, why don’t you just ask
someone you know for a date? Why me, we don’t even know each other?”

“You are wrong Beth, I know you very well, but not as well as I am
going to. I know everything about you, as you have seen, even your
torrid past. I know your credit card numbers, your clothes sizes, I
know a lot about you.”

“How did you find out all of this?”

“I have gone through your history, your personal information is well
known to me. I have gone through you trash where I learned your
clothing sizes and so much more.” He took another drink out of his
glass and smiled at her nervousness, “yes I have chosen well,” he
thought to himself.

Beth just sat looking at her glass of wine. Without looking up she
said “okay, if I agree to have sex with you, will you give that
information to me and promise to keep quiet about what you know about
me?” Without waiting on an answer, she added, “when do you want
this?”

“We will start tonight?” he replied.

“Start? What do you mean start?”

“That is exactly what I mean. We will start tonight. You are going
to buy my silence by being my private whore. You are going to pay for
my silence with your body as often as I want you to, and that starts
tonight. I know you are not seeing anyone at the present time, and
that you have a lot of time on your hands, and I will allow you to
continue to keep up appearances at social functions. But Beth, you
are now my whore. If you find that more objectionable than the
consequences, you can leave right now.”

“For how long?” she asked meekly as her body trembled with fear and
her voice cracked.

“Until you are fully trained or you no longer please me. If it ends
because you don’t please me I will send the information to the
library board and to your newspaper,” he answered, but he was no
longer smiling at her.

“What do you mean by until I no longer please you or until I am
‘trained’?” she asked still trembling.

“You will find out in time, you will find out.”

“Or had you rather I mail these envelops?” gesturing to them laying
on the table. “Your rapid rise in the library system has made you
some enemies, what would they do with this information. What would
your high society friends do? You know how those people love gossip.
Then there is your newspaper column to think about.”

The Waitress sat two more drinks on the table as Beth contemplated her
situation.

“Now, be a good little girl and go to the restroom. While you are
there, take off your bra and bring it back to me.“

“Just like that? You expect me to go and take off my bra and hand it
to you?”

“You have worn less in public as I am sure you remember, or do I need
to show you some pictures of yourself? Yes, that is exactly what I
expect you to do. If you question that, I will demand your panties as
well. Now go do as you have been told, and be quick about it,” he
said sternly.

Beth could tell he was serious about what he had asked her to do, and
she knew he was equally serious about sending the information as he
had said. Taking a deep breath she said, “okay,” and reached for
her purse.

He grabbed her hand and said, “leave that here.”

“But how will I be able to bring my bra back to the table without
someone noticing what I am carrying?”

“I don’t care, that is not my concern. No one will have any doubt
about you not a bra on in that dress when you walk all the way back
over here anyway. Now go, before I decide I want your hose also.”

Beth left the table realizing for the first time that the restrooms
were all the way across the lounge. She tried not to attract
attention, but it seemed as if every eye was on her as she walked to
the ladies room.

Frank smiled as he watched her walk away. This had gone much faster
and easier than he had hoped for, and he was getting sexually aroused.
He had anticipated much more resistance, and he knew it would come as
his demands got harder for her to accept. He would make sure that he
stayed right on the verge of scaring her off at all times. Step by
step he had planed her enslavement and was thrilled that it was moving
so well.

When he saw her returning, he felt a tinge of guilt because her eyes
were full of tears. No one else saw the tears though, their eyes
were on her body and the bra she was obediently bringing to him.

“What is your name?” she asked avoiding eye contact.

“How do you refer to men that come to you in the library when you
don’t know their names?”

Beth thought for a moment, then answered, “ I just call them
‘sir’.”

“Then for the present time you may simply refer to me as ‘sir’
also.”

“Just call you ‘sir’? Are you kidding?”

Tapping his fingers on the envelopes laying on the table to make his
point, Frank responded, “did it sound like I was kidding?”

She simply shook her head “no.” She still felt the stares of the
men in the bar, and knew she was being trapped in something by the
man.

Frank looked at his watch. It was after eight, and he had a big night
planned. He said it was time to eat and told her to follow him.
They walked into the restaurant portion of the building. He told the
waiter where he wanted to sit, and they were led to a table. He
ordered only a salad for Beth, but a steak for himself.

As soon as the waiter had taken their order and walked away from the
table, Frank said, “take off your panties and hand them to me.”

Beth was taken by surprise, she sighed, then stated to get up to go to
the restroom and do as she had been told. She knew it would do no
good to protest anyway. She stood up.

“No, here, take them off here and hand them to me.”

“Here?”

“I don’t like having to repeat myself, yes here damnit. Just reach
under the table and take them off, now!”

Beth looked around the restaurant, then carefully and as discreetly as
possible removed her panties. She reached around the table and handed
them to him. He took them and laid them near his drink on top of the
table in clear view.

When the waiter brought their meals, he spilled a glass of water when
he saw the red lace panties next to Frank. Frank used the panties to
wipe up the spill as the waiter stared at Beth and grinned.

They ate in silence, he going over his plans for the evening, and she
on the verge of crying about the predicament she was in.


Frank had eaten about half of his steak when he paused and said, “go
to the restroom and take off your hose. Be a good girl and bring them
to me. Go quickly or I will want you to take them off right here at
the table.”

The tone of his voice was enough to let Beth know he was serious. His
information was enough that if that is what it would take, she would
have no choice but to obey. She got up and walked all the way back to
the restroom, took off her hose and returned. She felt like she was
being visually raped as she went, and even more so as she returned
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Blackmailing Beth [2/15]
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 metamail: Incomplete multipart message
-- unexpected EOF

Blackmailing Beth [3]
CHAPTER THREE

Beth woke up and went to her kitchen and made coffee. She ate her usual bowl
of cereal, and read the newspaper drinking her coffee. She read her book review and
was pleased with the job she had done. She showered and gave no thought to her 2:00 date
until she was washing her hair and felt the necklace. Her spirits immediately sank to a new low.
She remembered how her body had betrayed her last night and redoubled her determination to
never let that happen again.

She spent all morning reading a new book and working on her next column for her
newspaper. It was just after noon before she realized that she was expected to be at
Dr. Benson`s house at 2:00. It had been in the back of her mind, but her work had kept it
hidden from her thoughts. Now as the time approached, she could no longer suppress the
thoughts of having to be with him.

She sat down and put her makeup on, and she put her hair in a ponytail.
She hated looking in the mirror for it seemed like the word “slut” on her necklace was
all she could see in her reflection.

She went to her closet to pick out the clothes she would wear to Dr. Benson`s.
She chose a pair of loose
fitting tan walking shorts, a sleeveless turtle neck knit blouse that would
hide the horrid necklace, and a
pair of white sandals. She wore her usual cotton panties and a comfortable
bra.

It was 1:45 when she was fully dressed. She started to pour herself a glass of
wine, but did not. She wanted to be fully in control of herself and her body
this afternoon. Beth figured that she would be at his house for just an hour or
so, and she was ready.

She drove to his house, parked in the driveway, and rang his door bell at 2:00.

Frank opened the door, and said “Enter slut.”

He shut and locked his door as she walked inside. He turned to her and said,
“strip.”

Frank smiled inwardly as he watched her immediately start removing her clothing
without protest or even a moments hesitation. She folded her things and placed
them on the back of the chair near her aware that he was watching her, but there was
nothing she could do or say about it. Soon she was standing across the room from
him totally nude.

“Is your cunt clean?” he asked.

“Yes,” was her answer as she shuddered slightly. She hated that question
because it was as if he thought she was dirty some how.

Pointing to a place between his spread knees, he said, “stand here and let me
check to be sure.”

Beth walked across the room and stood in front of him with her legs spread.

Frank laughed out loud when she spread her legs without having to be told to do
it, and said, “for a slut, you are a fast learner. But, turn around, then bend over
and touch your toes and stay like that until I tell you to straighten back up.
Keep your legs spread nice and wide while you do that.”

Beth paused for a moment wanting to protest, but turned, spread her legs and
bent over touching her toes. She felt his hands on her buttocks, spreading them
apart. She instinctively clenched her buttocks closed.
She felt a sharp pain as he slapped her on her rear as hard as he could from
his seated position.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed as she stood upright and turned around.

“Did I tell you to stand up slut?” he snapped.

“No, but that hurt, you hit me!” she replied.

“Yes, I did because you tried to close your butt and hide your ass hole, slut.
It belongs to me, and you have no right to try to hide it. Now get back in the
position I told you to be in or get the fuck out of here and accept the
consequences slut.”

Beth glared a him for a full minute, then she turned back around, bent over and
touched her spread toes.
Again she felt his hands separating her buttocks, but she did not resist this
time. Then she felt his finger violating her vagina.

“Slut, you are dry. A slut, my slut, should never be dry when I want a fuck,”
he said in a very stern voice.

She just kept in her humiliating position, saying nothing.

“Go lay back on my bed, you already know the position I want you in.
Slut, I will be in there in 15 minutes and if your cunt is not sloppy wet when I
get there, I am going to butt fuck your ass hole. Do you understand me, slut?”
Without waiting for an answer, he added, “do it now!”

Beth almost ran to his bed room. She was crushed at the prospect of having
anal intercourse with any man much less this one. Years ago, she had tried it a
few times and found it to be both degrading and painful. She laid on her back on
his bed, she realized that she now was having to do the one thing she had resolved
last night to not ever do. She was having to get herself aroused, but it was to save her the
pain of anal intercourse. She worked furiously with her hands on vaginal area,
on her clitoris, and into the entrance opening. She worked until the juices flowed liberally
and she was not only wet but aroused.

She was still working on herself when Frank walked into the bedroom. He was
nude except for his socks.
She stopped as soon as she realized he was watching her.

“Spread your cunt lips open so I can see if it is wet,” he told her as he got
between her spread legs.

Beth did not hear or at least did not understand what Frank had said, either
because of her embarrassment of having him see her masturbating or the fact
that she was concentrating so hard on what she was doing to herself.
She responded with, “huh?”

“Slut,” he said in an angry tone of voice, “I have warned you about making me
repeat myself. Roll over on to your stomach, you are going to get a good butt fucking now.”

“No, please,” Beth pleaded, “please, I just did not hear you.”

“Slut are going to make me repeat myself still again? Or do you want to get
up, go home, and read about your escapades in the newspaper?”

Beth slowly rolled over on to her stomach crying so hard that she was shaking.
She felt him separate her legs and get on the bed. She buried her head in the pillow
and continued to sob silently in to it.

Frank looked at her body shaking with her sobbing and almost changed his mind,
yet he knew this was something he liked and that she needed to accept it. He covered
her anus with KY jelly and very gently started inserting his finger. He spent a long time
with just one finger stretching her anal muscles and telling her to try to relax. Then he used
two fingers, then three as gently as he could, but all the time stretching and preparing her
for his penis.

He coated his penis with the KY jelly and pushed the head of it against her anus.
“It will hurt a little at first, just relax, relax,” he told her over and over. He pushed harder,
then felt the head enter and heard a loud gasp muffled in the pillow. He pushed slowly until
the full length was in to her bowels. He just held it there to allow the initial pain to subside.
Then he slowly fucked her for nearly 30 minutes until he felt his cum shooting deep inside her.
The crying from the pillow had stopped, but he knew she was not enjoying this. “She will learn,”
he thought, as he pumped the last of his cum into her.

Frank pulled his spent penis from Beth rectum and smiled at the stretched, gaping hole that
was her tight rear just a little while ago. He said, “slut, my cum is in your ass hole, you are
mine now.”

She did not move and kept her face buried in the pillow. She still felt the
pain from the torn muscles in her rear and her stretched rectum. But most of
all she felt the humiliation from having had her rear used by him and having
been unable to prevent it.

“Get yourself out of the bed and clean you butt hole. Get dressed, you will
wear what I have laid out for you on the vanity in the guest bathroom.”
He slapped her hard on her buttocks and added, “be quick about it slut before
I decide to fuck your ass hole again.”

Beth jumped out of bed after hearing his threat to do even more damage to her
rear. She went into the bathroom and used tissue to clean her sore rear. She saw
a trace of blood on the tissues from the tearing she had felt. Her anus was indeed
sore as she gingerly cleaned herself.

She looked around for the clothing that Frank said was laid out for her to put
on. The only thing she saw was a box sitting on the vanity. She opened to box to
see four padded white leather cuffs. Each cuff had four rings equally spaced around
it. As she placed a cuff on each ankle and each wrist, a shudder of fear ran through
her entire body.

Frank had dressed in a pair of jogging shorts. He sat in the den wondering if
Beth would return from the bathroom wearing the cuffs, or if she would first put
up a protest. He waited for her return in a state of high anticipation.

When he saw Beth walk into the den, he was unable to hide his delight at her
having put the cuffs on with out protesting. “You have pleased me slut,”
he told her. “I found your ass hole to be also pleasing for me.”

Beth said nothing but just stood in front of him trying to keep from trembling.


“Are you wet?” he asked.

“You mean my vagina,” she questioned.

“Sluts don’t have vaginas, only nice girls do. Sluts have cunts that are to be
used. I want to know if your cunt is wet.”

She looked down at the floor and answered, “yes.”

“Good, be sure it stays wet for me.”

Frank got up and walked over to her. He reached into the pocket of his shorts
and pulled out a photograph. He handed it to her and said, “see how your makeup
looks in this photograph?”

Beth looked at it. It was one from a magazine layout she had done about 10
years ago. She was totally nude and posed in as obscene a position as the editors
thought they could get away with. She was embarrassed to just even look at it, and
said nothing in response to his question. Her make up was so exaggerated that she
barely recognized her own face. It was a part of her life she thought she had put
behind her, one that she hated.

“Do you see your makeup slut?” he asked interrupting her thoughts.

“Yes,” she answered so meekly it was almost a whisper.

“I am going to let you go home in a few minutes, and when you come back that is
how I want you to look.
However,” he added, “I want much darker eye make up, more of it so you look
more like the slut you are. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Beth answered.

“Why don’t you park your car in you garage slut?” he asked. “don’t you have a
garage door opener?”

“Yes, I have a garage door opener, I just don’t park in there,” was her reply.

“Well, from now on, you will unless you want your neighbor’s to suspect
something. Also, I want you to return with a spare key to your house to give me.”

“A key to my house? You have gone to far, I will not do that. It is my house,
you can not have a key to it,” she said.

“Oh? Have I? Then you may leave now. I have no use for you, and you full
well know what I am going to do with all the information I have, don’t you?”

“Wait, okay, but why do you want a key to my house? There is nothing of much
value there you would want.”

“I want a key to your house because as my slut, you are entitled to no privacy,
not even in your own home. I may feel the need to use you at times that are
convenient to me and not want to wait for you to come here. I may just drop in
unannounced for a quick fuck, and I want that option whenever the mood strikes
me.,” he told her. “Are you going to bring me the key as I asked, or do I go
to the mail box with my envelopes?”

She said nothing, but nodded her head in a sign of acquiescence.

“Take off the cuffs, and put your shorts and blouse back on, but not your bra
and panties,” he said as he got up and went into his kitchen.

When he returned with a glass of scotch and water, she was dressed. He said,
”lift your skirt.”

“That is good slut, no panties, just like the slut you really are. Now take
off your shoes, I did not tell you to put them on. You will go barefooted. You had
better use your garage, and when you return, you will pull into mine,” he said as he
handed her his spare garage door opener.

He motioned to the couch, “sit down.”

Frank sat next to her and said, “give me your left hand.” He took her
extended hand and laid it on his knee. He held up a small tube, and asked,
“do you know what this is?”

Beth looked at the tube he was holding and replied, “yes it is a tube of Super
Glue.”

She watched as he placed a tiny drop on the inside of her little finger on her
left hand. “close your fingers together,” he instructed.

She did and felt a light tingle between her little finger and the adjoining
finger.

“Super Glue does very nicely on skin. It is a good tight bond. If you can get
your fingers apart by the time you return without tearing the skin, I will fuck your cunt.
If they are still glued together or if you have torn your skin getting them apart, I am
going to fuck your sore ass hole. Is that clear?”

Beth nodded that it was as she tried unsuccessfully to separate her two
fingers.

Frank looked at his watch, and said, “be back here in one and a half hours
with your face painted up like the slut you are. Now go before I decide to fuck you
in the ass right now.”

Without saying a word, Beth walked barefooted to her car and drove the block to
her house. She parked in her driveway as usual and went inside. She did not stop
until she had poured herself a large glass of wine. She glanced at her watch and
noted she had an hour and 15 minutes before she had to return to Dr. Benson’s house.

She tried to separate her fingers, but even the tiny spot of glue he had placed
there was enough to keep them solidly stuck to each other. She took a bowl of
warm water and her second glass of wine to her dressing table and started applying
her makeup as he had told her to do. She worked with one hand, keeping her left
hand in the warm water as she worked. She occasionally tried to separate her fingers,
returning to the job of applying her exaggerated makeup after each unsuccessful
try.

At last her makeup was complete. She felt more like a clown than a librarian,
but her fingers were still glued as tight as ever. She tried alcohol, fingernail
polish remover, and anything else she could find. Nothing seemed to be able
to dissolve the Super Glue. She even tried using a knife to cut the glue. As
last she got her fingers apart, but felt a sharp pain as they came apart. The
small spot where the skin had actually been torn from her finger filled as blood
oozed into the tiny wound. She held a cloth over the place until the blood stopped,
then carefully covered it with makeup to hide
it.

Beth poured herself another large glass of wine and sat down on her couch. In
one hand she held the glass of wine, the other held her spare house key.
She sat, drank and cried over the happenings that had turned her entire life
into such a complete nightmare. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sipped her
glass of wine. She looked at her watch, it was nearly 4:30, the time she had
to return to Dr. Benson’s house for more torment. She looked in the mirror
and was glad she had used water proof makeup.

Barefooted and with no underwear, she drove back to Frank’s house. Beth
operated the remote control and pulled into Frank’s garage. She noticed that
it was partitioned and that he had apparently made a room of some kind out
of the other half of it. She checked her little finger and hoped he would not notice
the tiny red spot of blood stained makeup where the Super Glue had torn her
skin slightly. She rang the door bell.

“Come in slut,” he said as he opened the door. “Your makeup looks good and
slutty, strip.”

She undressed and laid her clothes on the back of the chair. Things had gone
too far for her to protest this humiliation any more.

“Hand me the key to you house, so I can use my slut whenever I wish to. Hand
it to me with your left hand.”

As she held her hand out, he grabbed her wrist, and examined her little finger.
He said, “so, you got your fingers unglued, but tore the skin didn’t you slut?”
He took the key from her hand and laid it down on his coffee table. “Go get on
my bed, face down, I am going to butt fuck you again.”

“Please don’t, I am too sore. I will do anything you want if you will not do
that to me,” Beth pleaded as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Anything?” he asked.

“Yes, anything you want,” she pleaded.

Laughing he said, “slut, you will do anything I want anyway because you need to
protect you job, your reputation, and your social standing. That is not an offer I
am interested in. Go lay down, I am going to fuck your sore ass hole. Now go
before I get mad.”

Beth went to his bedroom, she knew that she simply had no other alternative
than to obey him. She laid
down and buried her face in the pillow. Her tears wetted the pillow as she
waited. She stiffened as she
felt him sit on the bed. She felt his hands spreading her buttocks as he move
into position between her
legs.

Frank looked at her swollen and red rectum, and felt some pity for her, but he
knew this was a necessary part of his overall plan. “If you concentrate on
relaxing your slutty ass hole, it will not hurt as much,” he said as he started
applying KY jelly to her rear. He saw her jump and heard a low moan when he
touched her, but continued to slowly penetrate and stretch the muscles in her
anus for his penis.

Then he positioned the head of he penis on the center of her anus, and in one
hard push, drove it all the way in to her bowels. He felt her rectum stiffen,
then relax as he drove into her. He fucked her hard and fast, until he had shot
his load into her deepest recesses. Then he pulled out and told her not to move
until he returned.

Beth was still crying with her head buried in the pillow when he came back a
few minutes later. The throbbing in her rear was lessening, but her spirits were
lower than ever. Being used like this without mercy or feeling made her feel terrible.

When Frank returned he was wearing a pair of jogging shorts and nothing else.
He started at her lovely body and was surprised that he felt a twitch of life in he
penis so soon after having shot his load in her rear. He got on the bed and sat on
top of her upturned buttocks. “let me see your left hand again,” he told
her.

Beth moved her left hand behind her for him to examine. She felt him
separating her fingers, then when he said he wanted to see her right hand
for comparison, she moved her other hand to behind her back.
She felt him examining that hand also. Then she felt him holding both hands,
then something cold, then a click and a tightening of something around her wrists.

“Those are police quality handcuffs slut, they will not give. You can struggle
if you wish, but it will do no good.” he said.

She pulled against them for only a few moments, before she realized that he was
right. Struggle would be futile. She relaxed with her face still buried in the tear
stained pillow.
She could not help but wonder what she would have to endure next at the hands
of this man that she hated so much.

“Roll over on you back,” he told her.

It was difficult to do with her hands cuffed behind her, but she managed to do
it. She shifted until her hands were as comfortable as possible in the small of her
back, and watched as he sat to top of her hips.

“I am sure you will agree that the Super Glue glues skin very tightly. I am
also sure that it hurt when you finally managed to pull your fingers apart.”
He paused a moment, then continued “fingers tend to be less sensitive than other
parts of the body, and yours had natural body oils on them.”

She watched as he took a bottle of alcohol and dampened a large cotton ball.

“Just think how much better the glue would stick if I had cleaned your fingers
with this first, and just think if they had not been smooth, and had been much more
sensitive,” he told her as he smiled a wicked little grin. He leaned over her body as if
he was going to kiss her, but instead pulled the ends of a wide leather strap from
under the mattress.

Beth had thought he wanted to kiss and had instinctively closed her eyes. She
felt the leather strap across her neck, then felt it tighten. It happened so fast
that she did not have time to react. She could barely swallow, and could not lift her
head even a fraction of an inch.

“What? she exclaimed.

“Now, just you relax. I am not going to hurt you. I just did not want you
trying to avoid the inevitable my dear slut.” He took the alcohol and put more
on the cotton ball. He started wiping down her right nipple rubbing very hard.

Beth tried to move, but was held in place with the strap across her heck and
his weight as he sat on top of her hips. She said nothing partly because she knew
it would do no good and partly out of fear.

He worked on her right nipple until it was raw form the scrubbing, then did the
same thing to her left nipple. He held for her to see two small pieces of shiny metal,
each about 1/2 inch long and cone shaped.
They were open at the wide end and had a bright shiny ring attached to the
pointed end. He put more alcohol in these cones and cleaned them as thoroughly
as he had her nipples. He laid them on her stomach.

“Remember this?” he asked as he held up the tube of Super Glue. She watched in
fear as he placed a large drop right on the tip of each of her nipples saying,
“this will sting a little.”

Beth tried to move, to resist as she felt the glue stinging her raw nipples,
but she could not get away. Her eyes were wide in fear as she saw him place
one of the tiny cones over each nipple. “There, we will just give it a few minutes
for the glue to harden, then I will let you get up and go clean your ass hole,” he said.

The stinging went away about the time Frank got up and released the Velcro
across Beth’s neck. He told her to stand up, and when she did, he removed the
hand cuffs. “Go clean your ass slut, then come to the den. Be quick, I will be
waiting on you,” he said as he walked out of the bed room.

As soon as Beth walked in the bathroom she went up to the mirror. She examined
the things that he had attached to her nipples with the Super Glue. She tugged on
each one only to find they were very securely and firmly glued to her nipples.
She cleaned her bottom and went into the den.

“Why did you glue those things on me?” she asked as soon as she got to the den.

“Because I wanted to slut, and do you have any objections?”

She started to say something, but instead just shook her head “no.”

“I can assure you that the rings are well secure to your soft nubby nipple
flesh. If you pull them off you will cause yourself more pain than you could ever
possibly imagine. You will actually pull part of you nipples off and they might never
grow back to look normal. You would not want that would you?”

She again shook her head “no,” but said nothing.

“In a few days, the skin of your nipples will grow and the glue will loosen its
hold. I would guess that you should be able to get the them off your nipples in four or
five days. If you are careful and gentle, there will be no damage at all. Come over here and
let me see how well they are attached.”

She walked to where he was seated. He reached up and examined each one pulling
her breast out from her body as he did. “They are really well attached slut, they would
pull your whole fucking nipple out by its roots if you are not careful. It would mutilate
what otherwise are nice tits, do you understand that?”

“Yes,” was her only reply.

She watched as he took a small chain from his pocket. It was about 24” long
and had a ring at each end. She stood motionless as he used tiny locks to attach
each end of the chain to one of the rings on her nipples. “Follow me,” he
told her. She followed her into his guest bathroom.

There he took a chain that was looped around a faucet and locked in place, he
locked the other end to the short chain running between her nipples. “If you are
not here when I return, you are free, truly free from me. I will destroy the material
I have collected on you and never bother you again. This I promise”

He walked to the bathroom door, and said, “I have to run some errands, I will
be back in an hour or so. Here is your chance to be free of me forever, all you
have to do is get loose.” With that he closed the door.

Beth waited until she heard him drive off, the she examined the chains and
locks. While they were small, she could tell they were very strong and would
not break. She pulled at first one nipple then the other, but there was no sign
they would come off. She tried over and over until her nipples were sore and
she could try no longer. Then she sat on the closed toilet, helpless and totally
hopeless. She cried as she waited for his return.


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