CHAPTER ONE
Beth answered the phone, "this is the head librarian, how may I help you?"
Frank said, "just listen and say nothing unless you want the information I have
made public. Do you want that?"
Beth let out a small gasp, and asked, "who are you, and what do you want?"
"I told you to just listen," Frank snapped, "just listen!"
"Okay," was her response.
"You will go to the bar in the Steak House, the one near your home, tonight at
6:00 for happy hour. Take a seat at a table in the corner, order yourself a
drink and wait for me to introduce myself. If you are more than five minutes
late, I will leave, and I will make sure your newspaper gets all the
information I have collected on you, and copies will be sent to the library
board as well." He then abruptly hung up the telephone.
Beth shook as she placed the receiver back on its base. She quickly regained
her composure, and went through the motions of finishing her work day. On the
way home, she drove by the Steak House, noting it was a very popular cafe and
feeling reassured about her safety if she decided to meet this man who had been
mailing packages, shocking packages, to her for the past ten days. She glanced
at her watch, noting it was already 10 minutes until six o'clock. She drove on
by, then turned around realizing she did not have time to go home first.
There was a parking space near the front door, she took it feeling some relief
about its location. Inside the bar, she saw a good size crowd all enjoying
drinks before their meals. Beth sat at a table off to herself, and ordered a
glass of wine. As she sipped her wine, she looked around at the men there,
wondering who the person that had called her was. She saw no one she knew, but
saw several faces she vaguely recognized.
She finished her wine and looked at her watch. It was just a few minutes after
six. She ordered another glass of wine. The waitress had just set the glass
down when she saw a man walking toward her table. It was one of the ones she
knew from somewhere, but she could not place where. She noticed he was carrying
a couple of large envelopes similar to those she had been receiving for the
past ten days. As soon as their eyes met, she remembered where she knew him
from. He was a patron at her branch library, but she could not think of his
name.
He laid the two envelopes in front of her on the table for her to see. One was
addressed to her newspaper and the other to the San Francisco Library Board.
"May I join you?" he asked, smiling at her obvious discomfort.
"Do I have a choice?" she responded.
He picked up the two large envelopes and turned to walk away, then stopped. "Of
course you have a choice, but make it carefully unless you want me to mail these
envelopes. You know what is in them don't you?"
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Beth replied, "don't mail them, sit
down," adding as an after thought, "please."
He took a chair on the opposite side of the table, and took a sip of the drink
he had brought with him to her table. He leaned back in his chair and stared at
her.
"Who are you? I have seen you in the library, but what is your name?" she
asked.
"I am your date for tomorrow night for dinner here at 7:00, that is enough for
you to know right now," was his answer. He took another long drink and added,
"unless you want what I know about you to become the talk of the town."
"But, I don't want a date with you. I don't even know your name, much less want
to go on a date with you."
"Beth, look at the stamps on these envelopes, they are ready to drop in the mail
box. Had you rather have a dinner date or have these placed in the mail?"
"That sounds like blackmail, and it is a crime. You could go to jail if I
reported you to the police."
"I don't think you want to get the police involved in this Beth, you know what
I would do with all that I have collected on you. You might also want to
consider that you have seen only a portion of what I have and what is in these
envelopes." Frank looked directly at her as he said this, then took another sip
of his drink.
"All you want is a dinner date?" she asked. She glanced down at the table as
she spoke, avoiding looking directly at him.
"For now, Beth for now. But I will require that you dress a lot nicer for our
date than the way you are now dressed. In fact, I will have some packages
delivered to your house tomorrow afternoon that will contain what I want you to
wear." He stood up, picked up the envelopes and his drink, and said "tomorrow
at 7:00, we will meet here at this table and. wear exactly what is delivered, no
more and no less. If you are more than 5 minutes late, these envelopes will be
mailed." Then he walked away from the table and disappeared into the crowd.
Beth jumped to her feet to find him, but she could not. She spent several
minutes looking, then paid for her wine and left. She was relieved that it was
still daylight as she got in her car and drove home. She changed clothes and
sat down to read, but she could not concentrate. Her mind was on the man she
had just met, the envelopes she had been receiving, and the "date" he wanted for
tomorrow night. She had so many questions, and he had disappeared so quickly.
She wondered what this was all about.
All night long she tried to sleep, but the events of the evening were running
constantly through her mind. She knew she would be ruined professionally,
socially, and personally if the information he had got out into public
knowledge. "After all, he just wants a date, and it is a very public and
popular restaurant," she rationalized. "I will be safe, nothing could possibly
happen there," she decided as she drifted off into a deep sleep.
As her Saturday progressed, Beth starting feeling a little better about her
"date" for the evening. She was convinced that she would be safe, and she
needed to find out what this man wanted in exchange for his silence. She had
decided not to call the police, and just to pay the blackmailer to keep her past
a secret. It was the only choice she had and she knew it. She had a good job,
had saved a lot of money, and she was prepared to buy his silence rather than go
through the humiliation of the exposure of her past.
It was just after four o'clock when she heard her door bell. Looking through
the peephole, she saw a delivery man from Macy's standing on her porch. She
opened the door, signed for the packages and waited until the delivery man was
gone before shutting and locking her door.
Beth sat the packages down on her couch and began to open them. She found a red
nylon slip dress, red lace bikini panties with a matching shelf bra, dark thigh
high hose, red high heel shoes, a red purse, small gold hoop earrings, and a
gold chain bracelet. She was surprised that there were earrings and a bracelet,
but no necklace, and even more than a little surprised at the fact everything
was her exact size. A small shudder of fear run through her body.
She poured herself a glass of wine and took it and the clothing to her bedroom.
She took her shower, then started getting her hair fixed and makeup on. After
she was dressed, she looked at her image in the mirror. It had been several
years since she had worn anything as sexy as these clothes, and she just admired
herself for several minutes. She had always hated bikini panties because of the
panty lines they created, and they were very prominent in this thin nylon dress.
Remembering the man's threats, she decided against changing and was dressed for
her "date."
Beth arrived at the Steak House at exactly 7:00, parked her car and went into
the bar. She saw him sitting at the table she had sat at last night. He smiled
at her as she walked to the table and told her to have a seat. She sat down
being careful to avoid eye contact with this man. He just seemed to look right
through her and that made her very uncomfortable. Her hands were noticeably
shaking as she sipped the glass of wine he had already sitting on the table.
Beth was in no mood for small talk, and asked "how much do you want to keep
silent about what you have discovered about me. I am willing to pay you for
your silence."
He said nothing, but continued to stare at her and sip his drink.
"How much?" she asked in a demanding tone of voice.
He smiled and said, "it is not your money that I want, it is your body that you
will use to buy my silence."
"What?" she reacted, "you don't expect me just to have sex with you do you?
What do you think I am, some kind of a whore?"
Smiling still, he said, "you are a whore, I have proof of that, we are just
haggling about the price."
"That is all things that happened in my past. It was years ago when I needed
the money. I am ashamed of what I did, but I am not a whore."
"Yes, that is exactly what you are, Beth, in fact you are not only a whore, but
a slut. You were and you still are. You can't change your past. According to
your arrest records, you were selling your body to anyone that had $100 to pay
for it. I am willing to pay much, much more than that. I am willing to pay
with my silence, that has the value that you place on your career, you social
standing, and your reputation." He paused glared into her eyes and asked,
"how much is all that worth to you Beth?"
Her face turned as red as her dress with rage and anger. She stood up and
reached for her purse, but her eyes saw him holding the two stamped envelopes.
"Have you forgotten about these?" he asked.
She slumped back in her chair. She knew that he had her in a mess and that she
had to get out of it some how. She said, "no, I have not forgotten. You are
not an unattractive man, why don't you just ask someone you know for a date?
Why me, we don't even know each other?"
"You are wrong Beth, I know you very well, but not as well as I am going to. I
know everything about you, as you have seen, even your torrid past. I know your
credit card numbers, your clothes sizes, I know a lot about you."
"How did you find out all of this?"
"I have gone through your history, your personal information is well known to
me. I have gone through you trash where I learned your clothing sizes and so
much more." He took another drink out of his glass and smiled at her
nervousness, "yes I have chosen well," he thought to himself.
Beth just sat looking at her glass of wine. Without looking up she said "okay,
if I agree to have sex with you, will you give that information to me and
promise to keep quiet about what you know about me?" Without waiting on an
answer, she added, "when do you want this?"
"We will start tonight?" he replied.
"Start? What do you mean start?"
"That is exactly what I mean. We will start tonight. You are going to buy my
silence by being my private whore. You are going to pay for my silence with
your body as often as I want you to, and that starts tonight. I know you are
not seeing anyone at the present time, and that you have a lot of time on your
hands, and I will allow you to continue to keep up appearances at social
functions. But Beth, you are now my whore. If you find that more objectionable
than the consequences, you can leave right now."
"For how long?" she asked meekly as her body trembled with fear and her voice
cracked.
"Until you are fully trained or you no longer please me. If it ends because you
don't please me I will send the information to the library board and to your
newspaper," he answered, but he was no longer smiling at her.
"What do you mean by until I no longer please you or until I am 'trained'?" she
asked still trembling.
"You will find out in time, you will find out."
"Or had you rather I mail these envelops?" gesturing to them laying on the
table. "Your rapid rise in the library system has made you some enemies, what
would they do with this information. What would your high society friends do?
You know how those people love gossip. Then there is your newspaper column to
think about."
The Waitress sat two more drinks on the table as Beth contemplated her
situation.
"Now, be a good little girl and go to the restroom. While you are there, take
off your bra and bring it back to me."
"Just like that? You expect me to go and take off my bra and hand it to you?"
"You have worn less in public as I am sure you remember, or do I need to show
you some pictures of yourself? Yes, that is exactly what I expect you to do.
If you question that, I will demand your panties as well. Now go do as you have
been told, and be quick about it," he said sternly.
Beth could tell he was serious about what he had asked her to do, and she knew
he was equally serious about sending the information as he had said. Taking a
deep breath she said, "okay," and reached for her purse.
He grabbed her hand and said, "leave that here."
"But how will I be able to bring my bra back to the table without someone
noticing what I am carrying?"
"I don't care, that is not my concern. No one will have any doubt about you not
a bra on in that dress when you walk all the way back over here anyway. Now go,
before I decide I want your hose also."
Beth left the table realizing for the first time that the restrooms were all the
way across the lounge. She tried not to attract attention, but it seemed as if
every eye was on her as she walked to the ladies room.
Frank smiled as he watched her walk away. This had gone much faster and easier
than he had hoped for, and he was getting sexually aroused. He had anticipated
much more resistance, and he knew it would come as his demands got harder for
her to accept. He would make sure that he stayed right on the verge of scaring
her off at all times. Step by step he had planed her enslavement and was
thrilled that it was moving so well.
When he saw her returning, he felt a tinge of guilt because her eyes were full
of tears. No one else saw the tears though, their eyes were on her body and
the bra she was obediently bringing to him.
"What is your name?" she asked avoiding eye contact.
"How do you refer to men that come to you in the library when you don't know
their names?"
Beth thought for a moment, then answered, " I just call them 'sir'."
"Then for the present time you may simply refer to me as 'sir' also."
"Just call you 'sir'? Are you kidding?"
Tapping his fingers on the envelopes laying on the table to make his point,
Frank responded, "did it sound like I was kidding?"
She simply shook her head "no." She still felt the stares of the men in the
bar, and knew she was being trapped in something by the man.
Frank looked at his watch. It was after eight, and he had a big night planned.
He said it was time to eat and told her to follow him. They walked into the
restaurant portion of the building. He told the waiter where he wanted to sit,
and they were led to a table. He ordered only a salad for Beth, but a steak for
himself.
As soon as the waiter had taken their order and walked away from the table,
Frank said, "take off your panties and hand them to me."
Beth was taken by surprise, she sighed, then stated to get up to go to the
restroom and do as she had been told. She knew it would do no good to protest
anyway. She stood up.
"No, here, take them off here and hand them to me."
"Here?"
"I don't like having to repeat myself, yes here damnit. Just reach under the
table and take them off, now!"
Beth looked around the restaurant, then carefully and as discreetly as possible
removed her panties. She reached around the table and handed them to him. He
took them and laid them near his drink on top of the table in clear view.
When the waiter brought their meals, he spilled a glass of water when he saw the
red lace panties next to Frank. Frank used the panties to wipe up the spill as
the waiter stared at Beth and grinned.
They ate in silence, he going over his plans for the evening, and she on the
verge of crying about the predicament she was in.
Frank had eaten about half of his steak when he paused and said, "go to the
restroom and take off your hose. Be a good girl and bring them to me. Go
quickly or I will want you to take them off right here at the table."
The tone of his voice was enough to let Beth know he was serious. His
information was enough that if that is what it would take, she would have no
choice but to obey. She got up and walked all the way back to the restroom,
took off her hose and returned. She felt like she was being visually raped as
she went, and even more so as she returned carrying her hose balled up in her
hands.
He was paying the check when she sat back down. He said, "it is time for us to
leave. You can follow me to my house where we will continue our little
discussion and begin your training." Without waiting on a response from Beth,
he got up and started out the door of the restaurant. She hurried to catch up
to him.
"Where do you live?" she asked.
"Just follow me, slut. You had better not get lost either."
"Slut? You can't call me that!" she protested.
He said nothing, but got in his car and started the engine. Beth almost ran to
her car, and was soon following Frank to his house. He intentionally drove by
her house so she would know how close he lived to her. He was waiting at his
front door when she pulled next to his car in the drive way.
"Inside, slut," he said as she approached his opened front door.
She went inside irritated at again being called a slut, and wondering what he
had meant when he had referred to her "training." He closed and locked the
door.
Frank turned to her, and said, "strip off that dress, slut. Let me see what you
are buying my silence with?"
Beth said nothing and just stood in the middle of the room looking at the floor.
Her whole body was shaking and she was near tears. Frank watched as she stood
there knowing she was near the edge, but he did not want her to freak out on
him. He said, "okay, that can wait, have a seat," gesturing to a large
overstuffed chair.
She watched as he poured two glasses of wine and handed her one. He then sat
across from her on the couch. He waited until she had nearly stopped shaking,
then said, "you might as well relax, and accept the fact that you have no choice
but to obey me. You and I both know that. The information I have on you leaves
you no other choice." He sat back to allow his statement to sink in.
Beth looked at her glass of wine, and ran her finger around the edge of the
glass. She did not look up nor acknowledge she had heard a word he had said.
Tears welled up in her eyes, then she said, "but this is not fair."
"It may not be fair, but it is what you must do to prevent the information I
have from getting out. You don't want that to happen, do you? What other
choice do you have?"
She took a deep breath, shrugged her shoulders, then stood up. She wiped a tear
from her eyes, then reached behind and unzipped the dress. She pulled it over
her head, and started shaking again. She stood nude in front of Frank except
for the red high heel shoes.
He looked at her body. It was even better than he had imagined. It was near
perfection, and looked more like the body of a twenty year old girl than one in
her thirties.
"Go down the hall and get on my bed, I will be there in a few minutes," he said
pointing the way.
He waited a good ten minutes before he walked into his bedroom. There he found
Beth laying on her side in almost a fetal position. He undressed aware that she
was not watching anything he was doing. He sat on the edge of the bed for a
moment without saying anything or touching her.
"Roll over on your back," he said softly. She did as he had told her. Frank,
did nothing except slide his finger into her vagina ever so gently. He smiled
when he discover that she was very wet. He got on top of her and inserted his
penis half way inside her body. Frank fought the urge to kiss her and fondle
her breasts, but did not. He had to stick to his plan, even to the point of
denying himself that pleasure.
He pushed his penis fully into her body, then stated fucking her slowly and
gently. He continued as Beth lay frozen on the bed. In less than 15 minutes,
he had emptied his sperm into her. It had taken nearly all his will power, but
he had avoided touching her body with anything but his penis during the entire
time he was fucking her. Frank withdrew, got up and went to his bathroom. When
he returned, she was back on her side in the fetal position again. "Get
dressed," he told her, the walked back to his den.
She went to his bath room and cleaned herself wiping his sperm off her thighs.
She dressed and returned to the den where Frank was waiting pretending to read a
magazine.
"I know you have a reception tomorrow at 2:00, and you may attend that. But I
want you to deliver your cunt here to me at 1:00 for my enjoyment on your way
there. When the reception is over, you are to return here so I can fuck you
again. Do you understand?"
Beth said nothing and gave no indication she had even heard what he had said.
"Slut, do you understand?" Frank snapped.
She nodded her head, "yes."
"Now go home," he said.
He watched her walk out the door and close it behind her. He waited until he
heard her car drive away, then mixed himself a strong drink and smiled to
himself at his progress in developing this female into what he wanted. He sat
at his desk and made a few notes, then relaxed with his drink.
Beth went to her shower as soon as she got home and stayed in it a long time.
It was if the water would wash away the memories of what had turned into a
nightmare of an evening. She put on a pair of pajamas, took a sleeping pill,
and went to bed. She cried herself to sleep.
Sunday, Beth woke up about 10:00, but did not get out of bed immediately. She
had not forgotten last night's humiliating experience. The fact that she had to
return to this man's house at 1:00 weighed heavily on her mind. She thought
about her options, but there only appeared to be two choices. She could either
do as he told her and just accept whatever his demands were, or she could
refuse and have him expose her past to everyone she knew. The losses of the
second choice were simply too much for that to be a way out of this horrible
thing she found herself caught in.
She arrived at his house at 1:00 sharp, and rang the door bell.
"Come in Slut," he said as he opened the door. She noticed he was just wearing
boxer shorts, and was apparently already aroused. The outline of his semi-erect
penis clearly showed under his underwear. "go to the bed room and lay on your
back, but don't take anything off, not even your shoes," he told her.
Frank was glad that she had been so punctual, it showed a great deal to him. He
chuckled to himself at what she was wearing. She indeed looked the part of the
dowdy librarian. Her hair was in its usual french roll, and her clothes just
hung on her.
He went into the bedroom, and said, "pull down your panties and pantyhose, but
leave them around your ankles." He watched as she hesitated for a moment, then
did as he wanted. He took off his boxers, and opened a tube of KY jelly. He
smeared it all over her vaginal area, applying much more than could possibly be
needed.
Frank spread her knees, slipped his penis inside her and started fucking the
mess he had made out of her vagina. Like last night, he did not touch her body
except with his penis. Having her just lay and get fucked, fully dressed, was
part of his plans, even though it was not as rewarding as he would like having
her to be. When he finish shooting in to her body, he sat up, and said, "raise
you hips."
As soon as Beth's hips were off the bed, he quickly pulled up her panties and
pantyhose. "Now, go, get out of her," he snapped.
"I need to use your bathroom first, to clean up," Beth responded.
"Go now, and let your soiled panties be a reminder of what a slut you are." He
stood over her, "get out, but I will be waiting for you later, slut."
Beth got off the bed, straightened her skirt and adjusted her pantyhose. She
left and drove to the reception. As she drove, she could feel his sperm oozing
out of her body only to soak into her panties. At the reception, the KY jelly
and his sperm caused her to feel dirty and unclean. It was a miserable feeling
and ruined the fun she would have otherwise had.
It was just after 4:30 when she returned to Frank's house and rang the door
bell. "Hello slut, it is about time you got here," he said as she walked in.
She followed him to his den. "Pull up your skirt slut, let me see if you are
clean enough for me to fuck, " he said as he sat down on his couch.
Even Frank was surprised at how big a stain the mess he had made left on Beth's
panties, but this was all part of his plan. "God, you are one dirty slut!" he
exclaimed. "I would never fuck a cunt as filthy as that." He glanced at her
and saw tears welling up in her eyes.
He stood up, pulled his shorts down and sat back down. "since you are so dirty,
you will just have to suck me off. Is that a problem, slut?"
Beth knew there was no reason to answer. She knelt on the floor in front of him
and took his penis in her mouth.
"Be quick about it slut, I have a date tonight and don't want to be late," he
demanded knowing full well that he had no date at all.
He watched as her head bobbed up and down on his penis. He smiled at her
talent, she was better that he would have ever thought. As he felt his sperm
rising, he said "don't spill any of it. Swallow every last drop, slut."
Within fifteen minutes he was spent. "Get out of here. Go home and clean your
nasty cunt. I will let you know when or if I ever want to use your body again."
He almost laughed with pride as she simply got up and walked out his front door
without saying a single word. His plan was right on track, her next surprise
was just a few days away. Far enough away so she would think it was all over,
but not so far away that she would forget what she didn't even know she had
learned.
Beth wiped off her chin, got up and left. In her home, she collapsed on her bed
crying. It was heartening to her that he had not tell her that she had to do
anything again. Her spirits brightened and hope rose in her that she had seen
the last of this horrible man.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
