Poker Wife

Chapter 7: Permanently Trapped as a Sexual Slave

It had been four weeks since that horrible weekend. Lisa still hadn't left the house. In fact, she hadn't even left the guest room, while Brian was at home for the first four days after her ordeal. He knew she had left the room when he was at work, he could see the dirty dishes piled up in the sink each day when he came home. He also noticed that the phone in the kitchen had been ripped off the wall.

For those first four days, she hadn't spoken to him, or even acknowledged his existence, she just stayed in the guest room with the door shut and locked. Each night when he returned home from work, he would sit outside the door talking to her, begging her for her forgiveness. By Tuesday, he had confessed to everything, including his infidelity with Megan. Lisa didn't respond at all she just sat in there silently in the room. On Wednesday he cooked a large dinner and tried to tempt her out with it, but she still resisted. Finally on Thursday he broke down, and began to cry, telling her that she could divorce him and keep the house as well as their savings, he would give her everything. He told her of his thoughts about killing himself, so that she would feel better.

Some time after he had cried himself to sleep, outside of her door, Lisa opened the door, crept out to her sleeping husband, and kicked him in his groin, with all of her might. Brian stunned and crippled by the blow, lay there, doubled over and unable to talk. Standing over him, she looked down at him with some small sense of satisfaction, and just glared at him. Finally able to speak, Brian said, "Please forgive me. I love you so much!"

Lisa still emotionally drained from the events of the past weekend, collapsed to her knees in front of him, sobbing, with her face in her hands. They sat there together and cried for hours, Brian apologizing over and over again for their situation. He called in sick the next day, so that he and Lisa could discuss their situation. Lisa was still unsure if she could go on being Mrs. Brian Brennan, but she was sure of one thing, she couldn't continue to live here in this house, this neighborhood. She wanted to move away, far away, to a different city, a different state, her parents had moved to Arizona a year ago and she was thinking about joining them there.

For the next three weeks, while she was at home, and Brian was at work, she would clean and pack up their belongings, in preparation of their move. After two weeks of Brian's begging and pleading, she had agreed to give their marriage another chance, although she still slept in the guest room, not letting Brian touch her. It seemed like the only real choice, considering what she had already been through for her marriage. She slept with her clothes on, and refused to answer the phone or door at anytime, fearful of whom she may come in contact with, still unable to trust anyone. Brian brought home boxes from work every night, and Lisa would pack them up the following day, throwing anything away that might remind her of her ordeal.

At this point, she was still unable to tell her husband of the things that she had done, or that had been done to her, that weekend. On the third week after they had decided to move to Arizona, to be closer to Lisa's parents, Brian contacted the local real-estate office. Unaware that Mr. Jenkins had been a part of Lisa's ordeal. Lisa hadn't considered that it was Mr. Jenkins's office that would be handling the sale of their home.

The day looked promising, one of the janitors at Brian's office had come and told him that they had three dozen large, sturdy boxes on the dock in the back of the building. The only catch was, that if he didn't get the boxes off the dock by noon, then he said he would have to tear them up and throw them away because they where getting a delivery, and would need the space. Brian took a break, and loaded all of the boxes that would fit into the back of his car. Unfortunately that was less than a third of what was on the dock. Anyone who's ever moved, knows that you can never get enough boxes.

Knowing this and hating to see the rest go to waste, Brian called Lisa on her new cell phone. He had just gotten it for her, since she refused to answer their published home phone. In fact he had only convinced her to answer the cell phone, by telling her that way he could contact her about the house, and when people may come over to look at it. It was only because of her desire to leave this god awful place, that she had agreed to come and get the boxes from Brian's place of work. She still had an enormous amount of packing to do.

Brian had convinced her that it would be safe. Last week he had moved her car into the garage, since she hadn't used it in a month. All she had to do was go to the dock in the back, where he would be waiting, help him load the boxes and then go home. The only person that she would come into contact with, would be himself. She showed up, they loaded the boxes, and she returned home to unload the boxes and then went back for more. The operation went off without a hitch, the only person that she had even seen, was Andy across the street washing his new car.

Lisa returned home, and resumed packing, happy that all had gone well, and without an incident. It gave her the hope that someday her life might return to normal. Brian had gone back to work, happy to see his wife finally leave the house.

Just after twelve, he got an e-mail asking him to meet Mr. Kelly in his office in fifteen minutes. Happy, thinking that it would be the news that his transfer request, to move to the company's Phoenix office had been approved, he headed to Mr. Kelly's office. As he approached his boss's office door Mr. Kelly came walking out, looking at Brian, as he angrily muttered "Walk with me Brian."

Oh no! Mr. Kelly was in one of his moods! What have I done now? Brian fell in behind him, following his boss as he walked out to the employee parking lot and directly to Brian's car, where they were met by Officer Johnson. Mr. Kelly turned, and glaring at Brian, and spat "Would you care to explain yourself Mr. Brennan?" Pointing to the computer boxes stacked in Brian's car.

Relieved Brain said "Sure, there just some empty boxes I was taking home, the wife and I are moving to Arizona."

"Really then you won't mind unlocking the door and letting us have a look at them then will you?" Mr. Kelly was screaming now, enraged with his employee. Not sure what the problem was Brian quickly complied unlocking the door, allowing Officer Johnson to pull one of the computer boxes out. He placed it on the ground, pulled his knife out, cut the box open, and lifted the flaps revealing a brand new computer inside of the box.

"What the fuck!" Brain said as he stared inside the box. "No this is wrong! All of the boxes that I took were empty!"

As he said it Brian began to think back to when he had loaded the boxes, it was strange that they were all empty, yet had been re-taped shut.

"Don't you mean the boxes that you and your WIFE stole! You've tried to steal over a hundred thousand dollars from this company. Well I am not going to let you get away with it. Officer arrest this man." Mr. Kelly ordered.

As Brian's hands where handcuffed behind his back, by Officer Johnson, Mr. Kelly told him to bring him back up to his office, so that he could give the officer the surveillance tape of Brain and his wife loading the computers into their cars.

Brian had tried to explain himself, even as the officer read him his rights. He was then told to shut up, as he was taken back through the building to Mr. Kelly's Office. Once there, Mr. Kelly played the tape for the officer. Pausing it at point's, to show him the faces of the people loading the boxes. It was very clear that both Brian and his wife were the culprits. Mr. Kelly then gave the officer the invoice for the newly received computer servers, showing that they had a value of over a hundred thousand dollars.

The officer then turned to Brian, and still without giving him an opportunity to explain the situation asked him. "So Mr. Brennan, was that you and your wife on the tape loading the boxes into your cars?"

"Yes, but the boxes..." he started to say, but was cut off by the officer.

Officer Johnson then turned to Mr. Kelly and said, "Well with the video and his confession here, I would say that this is an open and shut case. Both him and his wife will be going to jail for a long time."

"No, you don't understand, the boxes that we loaded didn't have..." But once again he was cut off, as Mr. Kelly said to the officer, "Could I speak to him privately, before you take him downtown and book him and his wife?"

"Sure, I'll be right outside, filling out my report. I will need a copy of that tape as evidence sir." He replied.

"Sure officer, I'll get you one. Now if you'll give us just a few minutes."

The officer, after insuring that Brian's cuffs were secure, stepped out of the office and closed the door.

"You know Brian, I always thought that you had a promising future here, and then a couple of months ago, your work began to suffer. Then I got your request for a transfer. I was surprised, I thought you and your wife were happy here. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw on that screen today." Mr. Kelly said.

"Sir, I swear we didn't steal anything. Those boxes were empty. We've been set up!" Brian pleaded with him.

"Oh Brian, between the tape from the dock, and the one from the camera in the parking lot. Not to mention your confession to the officer, I don't see how anyone is going to believe you. Even though it is the truth." Brian's jaw dropped at his employer's confession.

"If you knew we were setup then why am I under arrest?"

"Oh it's not the Surveillance tape I found shocking, it's this one that I found more to my liking." Mr. Kelly said, as he ejected the surveillance tape and inserted an unmarked tape into the VCR.

Mr. Kelly started to explain, as the tape began to play on the screen, "You see, I have what you would call eccentric tastes. A director friend of mine sometimes makes special videos for me. But imagine my surprise when he brought me a video of your wife and a pony." he said, as the scene was being played out on the television screen. "Brian she's exquisite! Why haven't you brought her in here and introduced us? Let her meet your boss, you know, just to be polite. Well needless to say, after watching this tape, there is no way I could approve that transfer of your's to Phoenix." Mr. Kelly finished.

"Okay, what do you want?" Brian asked.

"Simple I want your wife. She will be my slave, when ever I want, and fulfill all my sickest desires, until I'm tired of her. Or I'll let the police take you both to jail for the next thirty years. Between the grand theft, and the embezzlement I've pinned on you and your wife. Hey, but look, I don't want you and your wife to feel like you're getting screwed over here." Unable to resist, he began to laugh at his own joke. "No I'm serious, I'll arrange to allow you to keep the money that I used to frame you two kids with embezzlement. Before you tell me no, let me just tell you that it's over a hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars. That's $125,000 tax free. Just think about it. What choices do you have. A.) You can both spend the rest of your life, or at least the next thirty years, in a jail. Or B.) Your wife does me a few favors whenever the mood hits me, at least until I get tired of her, which shouldn't take too long, maybe six months to two years, who knows. But you kids get a nice big pay off in the end, and I'll see to it that you career here blossoms, so that when I'm done with her, you two can go anywhere you want."

Brian just sat there shaking his head, not even realizing that Mr. Kelly was waiting for his answer.

"Well what do you say?" Mr. Kelly asked again.

"What? Oh, I don't know. I mean what would Lisa have to do exactly?" Brian asked

"Well I thought I made myself quite clear. Anything that I want her to do. Now, what's your answer?"

"I would have to ask Lisa, I mean she has been through so much already." Brian responded.

"Fine, but I thought that you wore the pants in your family. Well, I'm sorry things turned out this way. Officer, officer! You can take away the prisoner now." Mr. Kelly said, as he hit his intercom.

Brian jumped up. "No, No! I mean yes! We'll do it, okay! We'll do it, she'll do what ever you say alright."

"Just give us another minute officer, please. Thank you." Mr. Kelly said, as the policeman had begun to open the door.

Closing the door Mr. Kelly said "Excellent I had hoped that we could come to some kind of agreement. Have her come to my house tonight at 7:00. Make sure she's not late. I'll have some clothes sent to your house this afternoon. Make sure that she's wearing them." Mr. Kelly said, handing him a piece of paper with the address on it.

"Yes sir." Brian said softly, wondering how he would break the news to Lisa.

"Just think, tomorrow you'll move into your new office. I see big things in your future Brian. Of course, that'll mean more business trips, and the like, to go along with your added responsibilities." Mr. Kelly said, as he walked over and patted Brian on the back. "Okay, I tell you what, why don't you take the afternoon off, and go home and tell Lisa about your big promotion, and our little arrangement. Oh Officer Johnson, please come in." he said, as he opened the door.

"I've spoken to my superiors, and we've decided that this is far to embarrassing for us to become public knowledge. Since Brian, here has agreed to return all of the items taken, we don't wish to press charges at this time. Is that a problem, I mean, if there are any further incidents, we may wish to press the charges later?" Mr. Kelly asked the Officer.

"No sir. I will keep this report that I've made up, and I would ask that you keep the tapes, just in case you do wish to press charges down the road. The statute of limitations is 7 years in this state." Officer Williams replied, as he undid Brian's hand cuffs.

As Brian started to leave, Mr. Kelly said, "Brian, this might help." Tossing the surveillance tape to him. "Don't worry I've got plenty of copies."

Feeling good about having finally left the house, and not having anything go wrong, Lisa had stopped packing, and taken a hot bath, shaving both her legs and her pussy. After Danielle had made her shave herself bald, it just itched too much, not to keep it fullly shaven.

However wanting to change everything about herself, since that weekend, she had Brian get her a permanent kit, and some hair coloring. After changing her hair color, and giving herself the perm, she stood back to see how she looked. Standing there in her white t-shirt, and blue jeans, with her new hair-do, she thought that she looked like Kerri Russell, from the show Felicity, before she had cut her hair. As she stood looking at herself in the mirror, she heard the front door open, and looked down at her watch. It was only 2:00, and Brian shouldn't be home for hours, so she walked to the top of the staircase, and looked down, to see who it was.

Brian walked in, tears were rolling down his face and sobbing. Lisa fearing that he had just been informed that someone had died, or something equally devastating rushed down the stairs to comfort him. As she put her arm around his shoulder, and asked him what was wrong, all he could do was sob through his tears, saying how sorry he was.

Lisa continued to ask him what was wrong for twenty minutes. Finally, he composed himself, and began to explain to her what had happened at the office, after she had left. Lisa also began to cry, before he even got to the terms of their arrangement, already knowing what the dreaded consequences must be. Brian continued with his tale, confirming what Lisa had already expected.

When he got to the part of him agreeing to his boss's demands, he immediately told her that it was still her decision, as to whether to go through with it, or not. That he had only agreed to it in the boss's office, in order to have the opportunity to let her decide for herself. Hearing all of the terms, the money that they would receive, what she would have to do, and the consequences of her not doing it, she walked away without answering him at all, to think over her decision. Brian, knowing how difficult this was going to be for her, let her go without saying a word either, choosing not to pressure her any more than she already was.

Lisa came back downstairs, after she seeing the surveillance tape for herself. She told Brian that he was right to have agreed to his boss's demands, as they really had no other choice. Brian kept saying that he was sorry for getting them into this mess, but Lisa reminded him that they had been setup, that his boss had manufactured the evidence, and that no jury or prosecutor would ever believe that a man, such as Mr. Kelly, had lied to them or had framed the two of them. No, it wasn't his fault this time.

While she had been out of the room, Brian had answered the door, and had accepted the package that Mr. Kelly had sent over, but he hadn't bothered to open the box. After giving Lisa a big hug and kiss, while trying to comfort her, he realized that this could destroy her, in her already fragile state of mind. She picked up the box of clothes, and walked upstairs to change.

She came back down, half an hour later. Brian looked up as he heard her coming down, and was surprised to see that the outfit that Mr. Kelly had sent her, was an elegant, floor length, evening gown. It was extravagant enough for a nominee at the Oscars. It was a dark, olive green, strapless, silk gown, with a plunging neck line that left the tops of her breasts fully exposed. It was also backless, and dipped so deeply down her back, that he could see the top part of her ass crack, almost like a cleavage, but in the back.

He could see that she was wearing heels, as he could see her toes and the heels of her shoes, but most of the shoe was hidden by the skirt of her dress. By her height, as she stood next to him, he guessed that she must have been wearing five or six inch heels, as she was almost as tall as he was, in them. She also had some jewelry on that he didn't recognize as hers. She wore a gaudy diamond necklace, that the main part of it, like an arrow, pointed right between her large white breasts. She also wore matching earrings and a matching bracelet on her left wrist.

She had done her make-up, as instructed, tastefully, but with slutty colors. She had also done her hair up, as if she were going out some place special. In other words, she looked damned good!

Shocked to see that his boss had chosen such a tasteful outfit, he felt a bit comforted, thinking that it could have been much worse. He gave her a big kiss, apologized again, and then he handed her the paper with the address for where she was supposed to go. As she looked down at the piece of paper, she choked back her tears, as she recognized it as Danielle's address. As she walked to the car, Brian told her again, how much he loved her.