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Collected by Djian
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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was after 10:00 Sunday morning when Beth awoke from her
deep sleep. The soreness in her breasts confirmed that she had not
had a nightmare, it had all been real, real as hell. She got up and
went to the bathroom.
In front of her mirror, she examined her still red and swollen
nipples. She carefully looked at the rings to see if they could be
removed by some kind of a release or something like that. She was
surprised to see they were solid, all the way around. She stood there
looking at them and her body with its hairless vagina. She noticed
the gold chain around her neck with the word “slut” had been
removed, but now that seemed like a very minor thing The sight of her
own body repulsed her, so she put on her bathrobe, and went about
fixing breakfast.
It was about 2:00 when, fully dressed, she drove to Frank’s
house to see if he was home, or if he had really left town. There was
no answer at his door, so she drove back home.
During the next week, the soreness and swelling in her breasts
went away. She was glad the rings in her nipples were small enough
that they did not show through her clothes. Slowly she became
accustomed to them and went about her duties at the library.
As the week progress, her mood improved, and soon she was
working with the enjoyment she had always had. Her trips to the
newspaper to turn in book reviews or get rewrite notes were
uneventful. She wondered if Frank had actually moved, or just when
he would return. She hoped with all her will that he was gone
forever.
By the end of the second week, Beth was surprised that her
pubic hair had shown little evidence of growing back. That is except
for one small dime sized spot centered near the top of where her
hairline had been. That tiny spot seemed to be trying to start some
hair growth, so her concluded the rest would likewise soon follow.
The third week passed without contact from Frank, and there
were no notes from the woman whose identity was unknown. It was as if
things were really over. The only reminders were her nipple rings and
her still hairless vagina.
That Sunday, at the end of the third week, Beth sat on her bed
nude. She took a make up mirror, and using the magnifying side of it
looked for signs that her pubic hair was returning. The dime sized
spot now had hairs, only a couple dozen, but they were now over 1/2
inch long. Yet the rest of her vaginal area showed no sings of hair
growth. Beth’s concern grew, but she still expected to see her hair
returning any time now. Her nipples had completely healed by now and
there was no trace of the soreness that had lingered for so long, but
she was increasingly concerned about her pubic hair.
The next Wednesday, when she went to the newspaper to check
her message box, Beth found an envelope, sealed and with her name
typed on the front. She suspected it was from the unknown lady, so
rather than open it, she just placed it in her purse, and went back to
her car and drove home. She thought it was going to be telling her
that Frank was back in town, and she did not want to read the bad news
in public.
She went into her house and straight to her kitchen. She
mixed a large tumbler of gin and tonic and returned to her den. She
sat down and drank several long drinks of the gin. Only then did she
open the envelope with her trembling hands. Inside was another
typewritten note. It read, “I bet your sweet pussy looks funny with
just a small spot of hair above it. Remember how the first few hairs
I removed hurt, and how the rest were removed with what felt like a
light sting? Guess where they were pulled out by tweezers and which
ones were removed permanently by electrolysis?”
The contents of the note hit Beth like a ton of bricks. Her
eyes filled with tears and disbelief. She quickly undressed and again
examined herself with the magnifying mirror. It was true, there was
no hair growth anywhere but for the small spot, and there the hair was
close to an inch long. She buried her face in a pillow and cried for
nearly an hour. Her body had been ruined by these people and she
could not change what they had done. Even if she were to be free of
Frank and this woman, her body would never ever look the same.
After she had cried herself out, she returned to the den and
her glass of gin. She drank it, then another and another. She drank
until she actually passed out.
Beth was late to work the next morning and had a bad headache
from all the gin she had consumed. But she made it through they day.
The week passed slowly, but at last the weekend arrived. She had
spent time in her library researching hair removal by electrolysis,
and found it was indeed permanent.
Frank had now been gone four weeks and Beth had ceased driving
by his house to see if he had returned. She hoped that he was gone
for good, and resigned her self to the permanent removal of her pubic
hair. She had decided to go to a doctor and simply tell him that she
had changed her mind about having nipple rings, and to get him to
remove them for her. The only thing that kept her from doing it was
the embarrassment of being seen with them, even by a doctor, but it
was something she was definitely going to do in the near future.
She stopped by the newspaper on her lunch hour Monday to turn
in the book reviews she had done over the weekend. In her message box
was a memo from the Society Page editor, Susan Wright. The
handwritten message said, ”I am considering doing a feature length
article about our city’s library in the near future. I would like
your insight in this area. Please call my secretary and let her know
when a convenient time would be for us to meet on the subject.”
Beth was thrilled at such a chance. The library was about to
start a fund raising campaign and this would be great publicity. She
called the main office and talked with the Director of Branch
Libraries, her boss. She told him of the message and asked for time
off during work hours to meet with Ms. Wright. Her boss told her that
she should take what ever time was needed, and that he agreed how
fortunate the timing on such an article was coming just as they were
starting the fund raiser.
As soon as she hung up, she called the newspaper and asked for
Ms. Wright’s office. Her secretary answered, and Beth identified
herself. An appointment was made for Wednesday at 4:30 pm. Beth hung
up, then told her assistant about the appointment and that she would
not return to work since she normally got off at 5:00 anyway.
It was just after 4:00 when Beth rode the elevator to the top
floor of the newspaper building. She went to Ms. Wright’s office and
identified herself to the secretary explaining that she was early.
She sat in the reception area until a few minutes after 4:30, when the
secretary told her the Ms. Wirght had been detained at another
meeting, and they would have to reschedule the meeting. She
apologized on behalf of Ms. Wright, saying that she was awfully busy.
As they walked back past the secretary’s desk, she handed a
large envelope to Beth. “Ms. Wright was afraid this might happen,
and she ask me to give you this if she was unable to make the
appointment. She ask me to tell you that she would like for you to
review the material, and give your opinion of it for her feature
article.”
Beth assured her that she would do just that, and that she
would call for another appointment tomorrow. She tucked the envelope
under her arm and went back to her car. It was too late to make sense
for her to return to her branch library, so she drove on home.
She fixed herself a sandwich and ate, the changed into her old
sweats. Beth got a glass of wine and sat at her desk ready to review
the information Ms. Wright had assembled. Inside the envelope, she
found many articles the newspaper had done about the library and its
personnel, including herself, over the past few years. There was also
a couple of article outlines for her to look over. One was about the
tenure of the head librarian and his retirement plans in the near
future. Beth’s name was on a list of five expected to replace him,
and there was a little about each person on the list. The other was
an outline about the history of the library which Beth found
interesting but dull.
There was a handwritten note in the envelope, at the end of
the other material from Ms. Wright. It said that she preferred the
story about the head librarian’s nearing retirement, and that she
would be very proud if one of the newspaper’s part-time staff were to
be awarded that position. In her note, she added that being involved
in the article could give her some public exposure that would help her
chances in getting his job. She closed with saying she looked forward
to working with her.
Beth was flattered, Susan Wright was in her late thirties, and
known throughout the city. She had social contacts everywhere and was
always in the lime light. She had lost her husband about four years
ago and was incredibly wealthy now, and she was a major contributor to
all of the local political candidates. Her support would almost
guarantee her succeeding as the new head librarian, even though she
was a least ten years younger than the others being mentioned as
possible replacements.
Beth went back through all the material about the first
article again. She noticed that there was a personal biography about
the other four, but not for her. She assumed it was because they had
all been with the library for much longer than she had been. She
made a mental note to mention that to Ms. Wright when they met.
Beth was about to call Ms. Wright’s secretary the next
morning to schedule a new appointment when the phone at her desk rang.
It was her secretary, she said, “Ms. Wright asked me to call you and
tell you that she needs to meet with you this evening. She said
something urgent has come up and it is of vital importance to you.
She would like for you to join her for dinner at her home this evening
at 7:00. Can you make it?”
Beth was taken aback by what she heard. What had come up she
wondered, but she stammered out that she would be there. The
secretary gave her Ms. Wright’s address, and said good-bye. Beth was
worried about this meeting with Ms. Wright, and was distracted in her
thoughts for the rest of the day. The thought of Frank and what he
knew flashed through her mind, but she was sure he had not sent it to
anyone because she had done all he had required. “No,” she thought,
“it must be something else.”
CHAPTER NINE
Beth left home in time to be sure she was punctual. She had
put on her nicest looking dress and tried to make her hair as
attractive as possible. She wanted desperately to make a favorable
impression on this woman. She drove up to the large house, parked,
the paused long enough to check her make up in the mirror.
The door was answered by Ms. Wright’s maid. She told Beth to
follow her to the study, which Beth did. She had never been in such a
magnificent home before. She marveled at is richness and splendor as
she follow the maid down the hall. The maid opened the door, and told
Beth to wait and make herself comfortable. She said that Ms. Wright
would be with her soon. She added that there were sandwiches and
drinks on the coffee table and the she should go ahead and eat for Ms.
Wright had already eaten.
Beth was more than just a little surprised hearing that. She
thought they were going to eat together, but went ahead and nibbled on
a couple of sandwiches and poured herself some wine to go with them.
She had been there for over half an hour when the door opened and
Susan Wright walked it. She was tall, extremely attractive and had
jet black hair that hung past her shoulders. She was wearing a long
floor length dressing gown that buttoned up the front. Yet, it seemed
very elegant on her.
She sat in a large leather chair across from Beth and smiled.
“How are those lovely nipples of yours?” she asked.
Beth immediately recognized the voice, it was the woman she
had never seen but who had been with Frank. The woman who had removed
her pubic hair and pierced her nipples. “You?” was all Beth could
manage to say.
“Yes, I am the one,” she said smiling. “Just keep quiet
and listen, I will let you talk when I am finished.”
Beth was totally speechless anyway. She had not ever
suspected that woman had been Susan Wright. She just nodded her head
“ok.”
“First of all, Frank asked me to tell you he will be back
soon , and that he is looking forward to using your body some more
when he gets here. “You have read the outline of the article I plan
to write, and you know what effect it will have on your career. I can
guess that you are also aware of the effect the information that Frank
has gathered on you will have on not only your career, but your
personal reputation as well. Which article I write depends entirely
on you. Do you understand me?”
Beth nodded “yes.” She was still to shocked to say a word.
“Good,” Susan said. “You will do exactly as I say at all
times, you will never contradict me, and you will never refuse any
request I make. If you please me, your secret is safe and you will
become the next head librarian in this city. If you displease me,
well you already know what will happen. Now have you ever had sex
with another woman?”
Beth’s eyes had filled with tears as Susan spoke, now the
tears were running down her cheeks. She was still unable to speak,
and just sat as if in a trance.
“Answer me bitch, or get out of my god damn house!” Susan
snapped in an angry tone of voice standing as she spoke.
“No,” Beth whimpered as tears continued streaming down her
cheeks.
“Now think about your answer to my next question and what
will happen if you displease me, she said. After a long pause, she
asked, “do you want to have sex with me?”
Again Beth did not speak, but she managed to nod her head
“yes.”
“That was an excellent and wise decision on your part. At
times you may doubt that wisdom, but your other option is one that
would destroy you. Now, stand up and take off all of your clothes.”
Beth stood slowly, she wanted to refuse and just return to her
home, but she knew that was no a choice she could make. She unzipped
the back of her dress and pulled it over her head. She hesitated for
a moment.
“Now bitch! Be quick about it or I will get angry, and you
already know I like hurting people,” Susan snapped.
Beth removed her shoes, then her panty hose and placed them by
her dress. Her bra and panties came off last. She felt faint and
flushed as she watch Susan examine her ripples and her hairless
vagina. “Ow!” Beth exclaimed when Susan tugged on the dime sized
area of pubic hair she still had.
“Well, it is time for that to go, it looks rather silly. Lay
back on the couch, it will just take a few minutes my pet.
As Beth laid on the couch, she felt the light stings of the
electrolysis machine remove the remaining hairs. While Susan was
doing this is said that she hope Beth had kept the hair she had left
in the envelope because she would never have any “pussy “ hair
again. The process of removing the final hairs took about 30 minutes.
She laughed and said, “there you hairless bitch. How does it feel to
know that you will live the rest of your live with the shame of having
no pubic hair?”
Beth did not answer, none was necessary. She had already
thought about just that. If she were to escape from their clutches,
and she was going to somehow, she could have the rings in her nipples
removed and the holes in them would eventually close. Her pubic hair
was another matter, it would never grow back and would serve as a
constant reminder of what she had been put through at their hands.
Beth felt Susan’s fingers lightly squeezing her nipples.
“Are they sore pet?” she was asked.
“They were, but no longer,” Beth answered.
The telephone on her desk in the study rang. “Damn,” she
muttered, “I told staff not to interrupt me.” It rang again, and
this time she picked it up. Beth watch as Susan listened, the hung
up. She turned to Beth and said, “get dressed, you must leave now,
but be here, dressed casually, tomorrow afternoon at 5:30. You will
just have to wait until then to get your fist taste of pussy my pet.
Something has come up. Staff will show you out when you are
dressed.” With that, Susan left the room closing the door behind
her.
Beth got dressed as quickly as she could and opened the door
of the room to find the maid just standing there as if waiting on her.
She followed her back to the front door and left saying nothing. She
drove quickly home and went inside. After mixing a glass of gin and
tonic, she relaxed on her couch.
“They don’t know everything at least,” she thought to
herself. Beth had lied to Susan about ever having had sex with
another female, and she had gotten away with it. Her first job, one
at a suburb library, had been under the supervision of a woman who was
openly lesbian. She and Beth had become good friends during the few
months that she worked there, and had become occasional lovers as
well. She smiled warmly remembering the close, softness of that
relationship.