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.