CHAPTER THIRTEEN
At work Friday, Beth got a phone call. "This is the head librarian, how may I
help you?" she said into the phone's receiver.
"Hello my pet, how are your titties feeling today?" said Susan.
"Why are you calling me?" asked Beth in a demanding tone of voice.
"Now, now, do you want me to tell Frank how you are talking to me?"
"No, please don't. I am sorry," replied Beth meekly.
"That is more like it my pet. I want you to come to my office today at lunch.
You will be having "pussy pie" today my pet," she said nothing else and hung up.
Beth stared at the telephone, then placed it back down. She took a deep breath,
and went back to work. There was no fight left in her, just the dread of what
Susan might do to her when she arrived at her office.
Beth trembled as she rode the elevator to the top floor of the newspaper
building. She composed herself and went to Ms Wright's receptionist, and said,
"I am Beth Williams. I have an appointment at noon."
The receptionist looked up, then buzzed Susan's office. "Ms Williams is here to
see you."
"Go on in, she is expecting you."
Beth walked in and was greeted by "hi my pet, I am glad you could make it. I am
horny as hell and your tongue is just what I need." She walked to the large
couch in her office and sat down pulling her full skirt up as she did. "See, I
already have my panties off for you. Now get over here on your knees and have
some pussy pie," she told Beth as she grinned widely.
Beth did just as she was told and was soon using her tongue to satisfy Susan.
Susan had several orgasms, then said, "God you are good my pet, but it is time
for you to go." Handing her a tissue, she added, "wipe my pussy juice off your
face pet, and thanks."
Beth left happy that she had not been hurt. The fact that she had just been
required to have sex with Susan was of no concern to her any more.
When she drove into her driveway that evening, she saw Frank's car. She walked
in to find Frank and Tan watching her television set. "we are in a hurry slut,
get you cunt ready for us, we will be back to your bedroom in just a minute or
so, but hurry," Frank told her.
When they walked in Beth's bedroom, she was busy getting herself wet and
aroused. Frank said nothing, but pulled off his pants and got on the bed. He
fucked her hard and was quickly spent. As he got dressed, Tan did the same.
Then they were gone. Little had been said, but both had used her body and she
had not protested.
Beth continued laying on the bed long after Frank And Tan were gone from her
home. She felt their combined ejaculate draining from inside her body and knew
it was soiling her bed sheets, yet she did not move. Her mind was struggling to
free herself from the state of acceptance she had fallen into. When at last she
went to her bathroom to clean herself, she studied her reflection in the full
length mirror. Her denuded pubic area, her hair covered arm pits, her nipple
rings, and she knew she had changed mentally as well.
It was exactly 7:30 when Beth rang Frank's door bell. He opened the door with
the usual, "come in slut." He told her that they were going out tonight to
dinner, and that they would be meeting some prospective investors interested in
an invention he had shown at a trade show recently. Her clothes were laid out
on the bed in the guest bedroom and she was to go and get dressed.
Beth walked into the bedroom and looked on the bed. There she saw a pale yellow
shirt waisted sundress with thin spaghetti straps, a pair of heeled yellow
sandals, black thong panties, and a small purse. She took a long, deep sigh,
then quickly changed into the clothing he had laid out for her to wear. There
was nothing she could do about the faint outline of the black thong panties
showing through the skirt of the dress though. She knew better than to protest,
at least she was getting to wear panties.
Dressed, she returned to the den, and said, "Sir, I need to shave the hair under
my arms, may I use one of your razors?"
"No, I want you just as you are. I like the contrast of your fair skin, the
light yellow of the dress and the dark full growth of the hair under your arms,"
he replied.
"But Sir, I can't go out like this," she protested.
"Yes you can and you will slut, is that understood?" He added, "put on more
make up before you return, I want you to look like the slut that we know you
are."
"Yes Sir," she answered meekly.
He handed her a short gold chain with a tiny charm on it shaped like a little
rolling pin. "Put this on also," he said.
She looked at it and replied, "it is too short to fit my neck, Sir. I can't get
it on."
"It is not for your neck slut. Fasten it between the rings on your nipples."
When she returned 20 minutes later, Frank smiled. "You are a quite attractive
slut." Then he walked over to her, out his hand inside the bodice of her dress,
and pulled out the gold chain and it rolling pin charm letting it dangle
outside her dress.
The small rolling pin charm hung between her breasts over her dress and looked
obscene. Yet she knew it would be futile to protest this degrading piece of
jewelry he had given her to wear.
"The little rolling pin will serve as a reminder of the punishment you will get
if you fail to obey me fully tonight slut. And it will be Susan that uses it on
you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she answered.
He told her to have a seat and wait while he changed clothes, then left for his
bedroom. About 30 minutes later he returned, dressed in a suit and tie. She
followed him to his car and they drove off without anything being said. They
drove in silence until Frank stopped in front of the most expensive hotel in San
Francisco. They got out and went through the doors opened by an uniformend
doorman. Inside the elevator, Beth watched as he pressed the bottuon that would
take them to the penthouse. They arrived and the door opened to reveal a door
beside which stood two guys who were obviously bodyguards of sometype from the
size, dress and demeanor. Frank identified himself by showing his driver's
license, and the door was opened for them to enter.
