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Blackmailing Beth[4]
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.




CHAPTER FIVE


Beth waited until it was 5 minutes before 1:00, then wearing
only her raincoat, she got in her car and drove the short distance to
Frank’s house. She wore nothing underneath except the chain attached
to her nipples by Super glue. Beth wondered how long it would be
before the glue came off and she would be free from that chain. It
was much worse than the necklace with the word “slut” that hung from
her neck.

She parked, walked to his door, and rang the door bell. He
opened it and said, “good, you are on time slut. Come on it.” Then
shut the door behind her.

She was a bit surprised that Frank was wearing what looked
like old work clothes, jeans and a T- shirt. But not when he told her
to strip. She quickly removed the raincoat and neatly folded it and
placed it on the back of a chair.

“I have been in my work shop all morning and I need to shower
and change clothes,” he explained. “While I am doing that, I will
give you another chance to end your afternoon with me early.”
Gesturing, he said, “ stand over that,” pointing to the chrome
plated shaft she had escaped from yesterday.

Beth did as he directed, straddling the vertical part of the
device noting it glistened with a liberal coating of KY jelly. She
watched as he knelt between her legs and raised the adjustable shaft.
He paused and told her, “just as in yesterday, if you can get off of
this, you are free to go back home, and I will not need to use you
until Wednesday evening at 7:00.”

She felt the cold metal shaft as it entered her vagina. It
seemed like it had gone deeper into her than before, and this was
confirmed when he told her that he had made modifications to it. She
felt it touch her cervix and winced in light pain from the contact.

Frank stood back to admire his nude prisoner. She was
strikingly beautiful and progressing nicely in her acceptance of his
control of her. “Just to give you added incentive in your attempts
to free yourself and go home, I am expecting a guest to arrive at
2:00. That is a little over 45 minutes from now, and if you don’t
want to be seen like that, you better get yourself off.”

“What?” Beth exclaimed! “A guest? No, you can’t do
that!”

But Frank just smiled, turned and walked down the hall to his
bedroom. He shut the door to the bedroom, chuckling to himself, and
began to get his shower and change clothes.

When he returned to the den, he noticed that Beth’s body was
covered in sweat, her cheeks were streaked with tears, and a small
amount of blood had trickle about 6” down her inner thigh. It was
obvious that she had tried very hard to get off his “display stand,”
and that she had even gone so far as to hurt herself in so doing. She
was so busy in her continued attempts to get off the rod extending
into her vagina, that she did not see him return.

“Well I see you are still here,” he said, grinning at her.
“Our guest will be here in just about 5 minutes, so you better hurry
if you are going to get off and leave.”

“This has gone to far, Dr. Burns. I demand that you free me
right now.”

“And if I don’t?” he asked laughing.

He watched as she struggled with renewed determination.
“Please, let me off this contraption, please,” she begged. “I will
do any thing you want, just don’t let any one see me like this?”
She started crying again, and a little more blood trickled down her
inner thigh.

“No, I already can get you to do as I wish, and your
struggles are causing your cunt to bleed. However, I will allow you
to hide your face if you wish,” he told her as he produced a black
leather hood from his pocket. “That is the only concession I will
allow.”

Beth stopped her vain attempts to free herself, but continued
to cry. Sobbing, she said, “ OK let me have it,” pointing to the
hood he held.

“No, I will put it on for you, but you must also wear this,”
and he held out a large red rubber ball with straps attached to it.
“It is a ball gag, my dear, and it will not hurt you. Do we have a
deal?”

Beth heard a car door slam just outside his house. In a state
of near panic, she said, “OK, OK, but hurry.”

She was surprised at how wide she had to open her mouth to
receive the ball, and how tightly he fastened it behind her head.
Then he slipped the leather hood over her head and fastened it behind
her neck. Only then did she realize it had no holes for her to see
through and that it could be locked in place. She was in total
darkness, and unable to utter a word, when she heard the door bell
ring.

Frank went to the door and opened it, “saying her ears are
not plugged, do you thing she will recognize your voice?”

Susan Winters, Society Editor for the newspaper walked it and
directly to where Beth was impaled on the shaft protruding into her
vagina. “No we have met only a few times, and never under these
conditions,” she said laughing. “So this is the Head Librarian and
Book Editor of the newspaper. I would have never believed that she
had such a great body under the dowdy clothes she always wears.”

Beth was horrified to learn that this person, Frank’s guest,
was someone that knew her. The female voice she heard was vaguely
familiar, but Beth could not identify it. Yet she knew they had in
fact met before, she just couldn’t place it or the speaker.

“Frank, this is wonderful,” Susan said. “how is her
training coming along?”

“She is doing nicely, but we have a way to go before she is
ready,” he answered.

“Help me with these,” Beth heard Frank say. Then without
warning, both of her wrists were grabbed and twisted behind her back.
She felt the cold steel of handcuffs around her wrists, then heard the
click as they were locked in place.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” Frank asked his guest.

“Yes,” she responded. “May I examine her while you get our
wine?” she asked.

“Of course, my dear,” he said as he went to his kitchen.
Beth felt hands feeling her breasts, then her back and
buttocks. The hands then were groping her vagina. Beth wanted to
resist, but there was no way to avoid the hands.

“She has wonderfully firm and well shaped breasts Frank, and
her ass is equally nice.”

“I was very surprised at her body myself,” he responded.

Beth felt her nipples being tugged by the chain attached
between them. When does she get rid of these?” she heard the woman
ask.

“The glue should loosen enough in a couple more days to get
them off,” was his answer.

“Well, are you ready to get started?”

“God yes. I thought you would never ask, I am dying to do
it,” the lady answered.

“Beth,” Frank said, “I am attaching a short leash to your
nipple chain, don’t pull away or you will severely damage them. We
are going to lead you to my work shop, and you will not be hurt in the
least if you do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?”

Beth nodded her head that she did, but her body was trembling
in fear of just what was going to happen to her. She felt the metal
shaft being lowered from her vagina, then a light flash of pain as the
nipple leash was pulled. She followed in the direction of the pulling
leash.
Soon, she heard Frank say, “you are at the edge of a table,
we will help you up on it.” Then she felt herself being lifted and
was sitting flat on top of it. Her shoulders were grabbed and she was
forceful pulled down flat on her back with her hand cuffed wrists
painful in the small of it. She felt what seemed like a strap tighten
across her stomach and at the same time another tightening across the
front of her neck. The neck strap was so tight she could just barely
breathe.

“My guest is going to shave your cunt hair off. Unless you
are perfectly still, you will cause her to cut you, and I know you
would not want that. So just remain motionless.”

Beth struggled against the straps when she heard this, but was
unable to make more than the slightest movements. She tried to
protest, but was prevented from making more than just grunting noises
by the ball gag in her mouth.

“Aw, the lady does not want her pussy shaved,” she heard the
unknown lady say in a mocking tone of voice. She grabbed a handful of
Beth’s pubic hair and yanked so hard that Beth’s torso was lifted
off the table, “maybe she had rather I pull it out,” she said as she
laughed.

Beth was surprised at the suddenness of the pull and the
extreme pain it caused. She let out a loud groan, then whimpered
audibly.

“If you don’t want it pulled out, then you better spread you
legs nice and wide for me honey. Actually, I just hope you do resist,
I love to hurt girls such as you. It gives me great pleasure.” Then
to drive home her point, she grabbed another handful and yanked
equally as hard as the first time.

Beth immediately spread her legs. Frank said, “I think the
slut wants to cooperate.”

Both laughed as Beth felt shaving lather being spread between
her legs. Then she felt the pull of the razor as it started cutting
through her pubic hair. Stroke after stroke she felt for what seemed
like an hour. Her legs were raised and the shaving continued until,
Beth knew that she was now totally hairless. She jerked in pain as
alcohol was splashed on the newly shaved skin burning like fire.

“There, I think she looks much better, what do you think
Frank?”

“Yes, it is a vast improvement,” Frank said agreeing.

“Can I cut her just a tiny bit?” the lady asked.

“No, but I will let you if the slut fails to keep herself
shaved for me at all times. In fact, I will let you do more than just
a tiny cut if there is ever any stubble there. Did you hear what I
said slut?”

Beth was just able to nod that she did.

The woman said, “I have to go now, but I want to save a
sample of her pussy hair before I go. Do you have an envelope or
something I could put some of it in?” she asked Frank.

“Sure, I’ll go get an envelope for you. I will be right
back.”

Susan leaned over Beth’s body strapped to the table and
whispered, “we are going to become very well acquainted. I hope you
like eating pussy, darling.” Then without warning, Beth felt a
finger being thrust inside her vagina. The finger lingered there a
while then withdrew, as she heard Frank handing the envelope to the
woman.

“Here,” he said, “collect all you want.”

Beth heard Frank ask the lady if she thought that Beth had
recognized her voice, and the lady say she didn’t as they left and
closed the workshop door. Beth was strapped down so tightly, that she
could move little but her legs which she quickly closed. She was
exhausted from the stress and actually drifted off into a fitful
sleep.





CHAPTER SIX

When Beth woke up, she was aware that she was on her side.
She raised up just enough to discover the straps which had held her to
the table had been removed. She was aware of a dull ache in her jaws
from having been forced open wide for so long.

“Good, you are awake,” she heard Frank say. “Sit up and I
will remove the hand cuffs, hood and the ball gag, I have other uses
for your mouth..

Although Beth did not like the sound of that, anything would
be better than having that ball in her my mouth for another minute.
She sat upright.

Quickly, the hood and gag were removed, then the hand cuffs.
Beth just sat rubbing her wrists, but not speaking. “Who was that
woman? she asked after a few minutes.

“You will find out when she wants you to know her identity,
but not before slut. By the way, I meant what I said about letting
her cut you if you fail to keep your cunt shaved nice and smooth at
all times. Believe me cunt, you would not like that at all.”

She looked down for the first time at her hairless vagina, and
was repulsed by it nakedness. Yet she knew it would do no good to
protest, he would just threaten to send his file on her to the
newspaper and the Library board, and she would have to give in to
prevent that.

“Okay, now follow me to the bed room, and I will let you suck
my cock. If you do a good job, you can then go on home. Remember
though, that you are to return here Wednesday night at 7:00, with just
your rain coat on, just like today. If you are lucky, we will be able
to take the glued rings off your nipples. In fact: Frank said, “if
you can get them off before then, go ahead and do it.” He added,
“We will not need them anymore after Wednesday night.”

Beth was so thrilled to hear that she would no longer have
those ring glued to her nipples, that she literally bounced down the
hall as she follow Frank to his bedroom. She waited until he unzipped
his pants and pulled them down, and while he laid back on his bed.
She took his penis in her mouth and gave him the very best oral sex
she could possibly give in hopes he would be pleased enough to let her
return to the safety of her own house.

Within 15 minutes, Frank was squirting his cum down her
throat, moaning with pleasure as he did. “Ok, slut, get out, but be
back Wednesday night,” he said as he rolled over turning his back to
her.

Beth got in her car, noting it was still not quiet 5:00, and
drove home. She parked and went inside and locked her door. In her
bathroom, she opened her raincoat and looked between her legs at her
hairless vagina. It was not attractive to her at all, and looked
obscene. She pulled on a pair of short and a T-shirt, fixed herself a
stiff drink, and sat on her couch. She spent a long time trying
identify the voice of the woman who had shaved he. It was a voice she
had heard before, but she just could not place it


Monday morning, she arrived at work ready to put in a hard
day. She felt strange between her legs where the hair once was, but
so engrossed herself in her work that she was able to put it out of
her mind. The day passed uneventfully, and soon she was driving to
the newspaper’s building to turn in the book review she had worked on
over the weekend.

She parked and went to the third floor to turn the review in
and check the box there for any messages or rewrites that she needed
to get do this week. She thumbed through the messages that had been
left there by her boss, and stopped at a sealed envelope that had no
name on it. She opened the envelope. Inside was a hank of hair tied
together by a tiny pink ribbon and a typewritten note.

The note read, “Here is a souvenir of our time together,
Beth. I look forward to our next meeting.” There was no name
indicating who the note was from, but it had to be an employee of the
newspaper. The public did not have access to this floor of the
building. Beth closed the envelope and hurriedly put it in her purse.
She looked around, but no one was there. She quickly left the
building and drove home.

In her house, she poured a glass of wine and sat down with the
envelope of hair she had taken out of her purse. She looked at it and
decided it was, or at least had been, hers. “Now who put it in my
box, who was that woman who know also knows about me?” she wondered.
h had two more glasses of wine while pondering on that question. Then
she fell asleep on the couch still fully dressed.

Sometime after midnight Beth awoke, undressed, took her shower
and went to bed. She was fast asleep when she heard someone. She
opened her eyes to see Frank standing at the foot of her bed dressed
in his jogging outfit and smiling don at her.

“What are you doing here?” she exclaimed.

“I wants my slut’s cunt if it is wet, or your ass if it is
not. I am going to piss, it better be wet when I get back or I will
butt fuck you.” he walked to her bathroom having said that.

Beth seethed with anger, but she quickly started working on
herself to get as wet as possible in the few minutes she had before he
returned. She was reminded just how much she hated her hairless
condition as her hand found their way to her vagina. Soon she was not
only wet, but had managed to again aroused herself in the process.
She hated that most of all, and felt as if her body was an enemy in
this matter.

He returned naked proudly displaying his erect penis. “Part
your knees and spread your cunt lips, et me see if you are wet enough
to avoid an ass fuck,” he told her.

She did just that even though it was almost more humiliation
than she could take. He inspected, and inserted a finger, them
pronounced, it was not as wet as it ought to be, but it would do.

Once again, he inserted his penis being careful to
insure that was the only point of contact between their bodies. He
watched as his male meat glistened with her moisture as in slid in and
out of her hairless pussy. He moved in and out very slowly at first,
then he saw what he was hoping to see. Beth’s hips had moved
slightly forward to meet his deliberate motion. He continues to watch
and increased the speed of his thrusts. As he did, her motion
increased in speed to match his. He smiled to himself and sped up
even more as she did the same. Then he slammed hard and fast into
her. He heard a low moan, the another, and still another as he
continued. At the moment he was shooting his cum into her, she let
out an even louder groan.

Frank pulled his spent penis from her body and got off the
bed. He said nothing, but just dressed and left her still laying on
the bed with her knees apart.

She continued to lay on her bed, not moving long after he had
gone. She hated herself for having lost control, even more because
she was sure Frank had noticed it. She resolved to never, never let
that happen again, even if it meant allowing him to have anal
intercourse with her. She was just not going to arouse herself to get
wet for him again she thought was why she had lost control.

She got up at last and showered. There she examined her bald
vagina, and was repulsed at its hairless obscenity. She was at least
comforted by the fact that her hair would grow back.

At work, she felt more comfortable. Her mind was totally
engrossed by her love of her job and blocked out all thoughts of her
plight. Only in using the bathroom was she forced to confront the
reality of her situation. She was growing to hate being hairless
“there” by the second.

Soon it was Wednesday and she was home drinking a gin and
tonic, watching the clock tick ever closer to the time she had to be
at Frank’s house. She made up her mind that she was not under any
circumstance get herself wet for him, and that she was going to just
endure the pain of anal intercourse.

At last, she put on her rain coat. A button caught in the
chain between her nipples and with a slight tug, one side came free.
The chain just dangled from her right nipple. This was the first
thing that had pleased her in some time. She knew that soon the other
would come free and she would no longer have that chain between her
nipples.

When she rang his door bell, he opened the door and said,
“come it and strip slut. He closed the door behind her. Beth
removed the rain coat and folded it over the back of a chair.

“I see the glue is coming loose,” Frank commented gesturing
to her chest. “Do you want me to glue them back on?”

“No, please don’t do that, please,” she responded.

“Ok, we will not do that again. Does that make you happy?”

“Yes.”

As he walked to the couch, he pulled down his pants and
undershorts, then sat down. “I have a date tonight, but she is a
nice girl, not a slut like you. I just want to used your mouth then
you can go home. First though, stand in front of me and spread your
legs, I want to examine your cunt.”

The impact of what he had just said about his date being a
nice girl and not a slut hit Beth like a ton of bricks. It made her
realize just how low she was considered to be by this man who was able
to control her life by his nasty blackmail threats. She moved to
stand in front of him and spread her legs as he told her, but her eyes
were filling with tears as she did.

Frank was very pleased to see the tears, but restrained any
show of his elation. His hand reached out and caressed her hairless
vagina. Then he asked, “why didn’t you shave your fucking cunt?”

“I did not think it needed it,” was her reply. “The hair
is very fine and less than a 16th inch long, it is hardly visible.”

“On your knees,” he said.

Beth knelt between his legs and leaned over to give him the
oral sex he had said he wanted. In a move so swift she had no time to
react, he covered her head with the leather hood he had used last
Sunday. He held her head while he closed the tiny padlock to hold it
firmly in place.

“Stand up slut,” he ordered in a surprisingly stern tone of
voice. He shoved her down the hall to his bedroom and pushed her so
that she fell back on his bed. “I will leave you here until I
return, then I will get my sex.”

She felt him grab first one wrist then the other as he tied
them to the headboard of the bed. “That should keep you out of harms
way until I return,” he said as he left the bedroom and closed the
door.

Beth laid there, unable to see and tied to the bed for what
seemed a long time when she heard the bedroom door open. Actually it
had taken Susan less than a half hour to get there when Frank called
and explained what he wanted her to do to Beth.

Beth heard the bedroom door open, and a female voice say,
“well Beth, you are a lovely sight.”

“Who are you?” Beth asked.

“Don’t you remember, I am the one that shaved your lovely
pussy last Sunday.”

“No, I mean what is your name?”

“You will learn that when it is time. For now all you need
to know is that I love to hurt helpless girls like you, but promised
Frank that I would not harm you unless I needed to. If you cooperate,
I will not hurt you, do you understand?” She reached out and grabbed
Beth’s left breast and squeeze hard to emphasize her point.

Beth gasped in pain, but said, “I will do as you want, just
don’t hurt me, please don’t.”

“Good, you will be glad to know that I will not hurt you, but
do as I say or else I will teach you the real meaning of pain.” She
then told Beth to lift her head. When Beth did, she wrapped something
around the hood over Beth’s mouth gagging her into silence. She told
Beth to lift her hips and then slid two large pillows under them.

“I am going to remove your hair again. The good news is
that I am not going to shave you, Frank was afraid I would be too
tempted to cut you. The bad news is that I am going to remove them
with tweezers.” She saw Beth’s body jerk as she said that. “Oh,
don’t be afraid, only the first few will hurt, then you will become
accustomed to it and they rest will hardly cause any discomfort at
all. Besides, you have no choice anyway, unless you want me to get
rough with you.”

“Now, spread those legs nice and wide for me,” Susan said.

Soon, she was at work, and Beth’s body jumped as each hair
was pulled out, follicle and all. Then, as she had been told, after
about the first couple of dozen, there was just the lightest sing as
each hair was removed. Beth lay that way for hours as the unknown
woman worked.

At last Beth felt Her get off the bed and say, “finished.”

She was surprised to hear Frank ask, “did you get all of her
hair.” She did not know he had returned.

“Yes, but I may need to get a few others later, just to clean
it up good for you.”

Beth heard them walk out of the bedroom and close the door.
In a couple of minutes< Frank returned, and said, “that took longer
than I expected. It is almost 4:00 am, and I don’t want you to be
late for work this morning. We can’t chance you loosing your job.”
As he said this he was untying Beth’s wrists, and removing the gag
and hood.

“You go on home now, but be here Saturday at noon,
naked of course. I will use you body then for my pleasure. By the
way be sure to bring a front hook bra with you, that is very
important.”

Beth said nothing, but got up, and went to the den. She put
on her coat and drove home. She went straight to bed without even
taking a shower and fell to sleep immediately.

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