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.