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.
END OF CHAPTER FIVE
