Chapter 4. To work
Sally awoke to the smell of bacon frying. Outside it was still dark and the wind
still howled. but the light was on in the kitchen. She pretended to sleep
because she didn't want to show herself or to move the muscles in her arse.
Overnight they had stiffened up and it was going to be painful to start the
moving again. Unfortunately her bladder told her otherwise. A small cry escaped
her lips as she tried to sit up in bed. Jim flipped on the light as he looked
in. "Mornin' Sal. Still tender?"
Sally tried to cover her bare breasts with her arms. She wanted to answer, "Of
course they are, bastard!" but bit it back and croaked "Morning" in reply. Jim
moved her arms out of the way and kissed her breasts and suckled her nipples.
"You don't have to cover them, you know. Your tits are lovely."
Sally blushed. "Please Jim, I need to ........" "Piss," Jim added. He
deliberately used the crudest terms to unsettle the girl, to let her know who
was in charge. He kissed her directly on the lips. Sally tried to pull back but
Jim placed his hand behind her head. When he pulled away she noticed the scar
shaped welt on his face had turned and ugly blue green colour. It looked awful
and no doubt was very painful but at least his eye was half open today.
"Take a good look at it Sal," Jim ordered and pointing to his face continued,
"This is why you are here. This is why you have a sore arse and this is why you
are mine for the next week." He kissed her full on the lips again then her tits
before helping her out of bed. As she walked to the bathroom he noticed the
colour of her bum was not too unlike that of his face. "Your arse matches my
face," he quipped. Sally held back the first cutting remark that came into her
head and just ignored the comment.
After hearing the toilet flush, Jim walked in the bathroom with a dressing gown
for her, found a new toothbrush and showed her how to use the water heater over
the sink. "Sorry," he said, "I've only men's toiletries but no doubt you can
make do for the time being. When you've finished come out and have breakfast and
then we'll sort out your work for the morning."
"I can't work when I am in so much pain! What time is it?"
"About seven. You probably don't often have your eyes open at this hour."
"Are you really going to make me work when I am so sore?"
"It's no good keeping a dog and barking yourself!"
"Is that what you think of me? Your pet dog? You bast...... Ooooowww!" Sally
jumped as she felt Jim's hand connect with her arse.
"No, I don't think of you as a pet. You're a person but one who needs some
training in the social skills of life. I suspect people have tried being nice to
you but you repulsed them. Now, I have a chance to try the punishment way.
Really it doesn't matter to me whether it works or not as long as I get my own
back for what you did to my face. Revenge if you like. As I said last night, as
long as my face is sore, so will be your arse. And for this week you will be my
maid, ready, if not willing to serve all my needs. Any misdemeanours will be
punished one way or another. Make no mistake about that. I shall show you no
mercy if there is any repetition of yesterday. Instead of being the high and
mighty Miss Sally McCraig of Bencarran, here you are plain Sal, the humble
servant. However, I do hope that by the end of the week we can at least be
friends." He gave her a hug but she didn't respond. "Finish your washing and
come and have breakfast."
Over breakfast, the first she had eaten for many months, she noticed her
clothing was in the washing machine. Obviously he didn't want her wearing
clothes today. Was he going to keep her naked or just allow the dressing gown.
Would he fuck her again? She felt she ought to be disgusted but at the same time
she was slightly thrilled by the thought.
Like at dinner last night they sat opposite each other. Jim brought a pillow
from the bedroom and placed it on the chair but Sally still found it
uncomfortable to sit and lifted herself every few minutes. He placed a mug of
tea in front of her. "Do you have coffee?" Sally asked. It was all she would
normally have for breakfast.
"I think there is half a jar of instant in the back of the cupboard that Janie
left. I'll see if I can find it if you would like." At least she asked.
"No, tea will do. I'm not keen on instant coffee." Who was Janie she wondered
but didn't ask.
Jim watched her. Occasionally as she leant forward and he caught glimpses of her
breasts. It caused his cock to harden but he waited until she'd finished her tea
before standing and opening his dressing gown. "You first job this morning is to
take care of this."
Sally half expected something like this to happen but couldn't stop herself
resisting. "I'm not your whore!" Almost immediately she regretted the outburst.
Jim grabbed her arm and dragged her into the bedroom, stripped off her gown and
flung her face down on the bed. Holding her down he said, "You've got a choice.
Either turn over now and open your legs or I give your arse another warming." To
emphasise he would carry out his threat, he brought his hand down smartly on her
sore butt.
"No, please, please, I beg you. Don't hit me again."
"Turn over then."
Slowly and painfully she rolled over. Jim opened her legs as wide as possible,
bent down and started kissing her cunt and teasing and nibbling her clitoris.
For the second time Sally couldn't overcome her desires. Her efforts to just lie
there passive and not give him the satisfaction of arousing her went overboard.
She writhed under his ministrations, "You bastard, you bastard," she whispered
but for once there was no venom in her voice.
Jim raised himself and climbed on her body ready to insert his rampant cock.
Sally cried out as the weight of his body pressed her arse to the bed but she
didn't resist. Indeed she really wanted him inside her although she tried not to
show it. He entered and started pounding away, trying to excite her as well as
himself. Soon Sally found herself responding and her whispered "You bastard,"
changed to "Oh my God. Yes, yes, yesssss." It wasn't long before his seed
flooded her womb. They lay there for a while just holding each other, their
sweat mingling.
Suddenly Sally had a thought "Was he?..." "Jim? God! You're trying make me
pregnant? Is it part of your plan to further punish and humiliate me? To control
me?" Her mind began to draw unwarranted conclusions. "Yes, I can see now. You
are a real bastard. You make me preggers and everyone will know that I gave
myself to you. Or you raped me. That's it. I'll just have to scream rape when I
get back. If I ever do and you don't tip me in the sea first....." The words
tumbled out in one long stream. Her mind so used to seeing the worst in people
thought up the worst possible scenario.
Jim pressed his lips to hers to stifle the words before they increased in
velocity and vehemence. Lifting his head he stopped her continuing by placing a
finger across her lips. "Sal, yesterday, when I undressed you, you were wearing
a panty liner. That means you just finished a period and shouldn't be fertile
for about another 10 days. Certainly you should be okay for a week. If you want
us to continue after then I still have a large box of condoms in the bedside
drawer that I bought for Janie's visit. So no, I am definitely NOT trying to
give you a baby. Its just that having a girl here makes me horny and when she's
naked even hornier, but pregnancy would be too much of an undue complication."
"Oh God, no!" Sally groaned, "No, no, no!!!"
"What's wrong now?"
"My period was over a week ago! I could be......"
"But the panty liner?"
"Don't ask!"
Jim was mystified for a few minutes then asked, "You wear them when you go
riding?"
"I said, don't ask"
"The extra pressure on your cunt stimulates you."
"I said don't ask. It's nothing to do with you." Sally felt ashamed at being
found out but didn't want to admit it. "You are just trying to humiliate more
and more than rub my nose in the muck."
"No, Sal, that I am not. At least now I know you are not frigid or as sexually
cold as you would have everyone believe. You have feelings and that is a good
sign. But more importantly at the moment, when exactly was your period.?"
"'Bout a week ago."
"If that is the case there is a good chance you won't become pregnant but we
will need to take precautions from now on. I'm sorry I didn't before but I
thought there shouldn't be a problem. You also have two more holes I can try!
Come on, its time for you to get up and do the dishes. First though we had
better find you some clothes otherwise I will be raping you every five minutes!"
Sally was a couple of inches shorter than Jim and of slender build but they
found a pair of trousers, a shirt and a sweater that, while very baggy, covered
her. "I look like a hippie now," she uttered when she saw herself in the mirror.
Jim started her working. At first she resented the simple menial tasks but
warmed to it when she found he left her alone and she could think back on the
events of the previous day. Twenty-four hours ago she was still in her own bed
ignorant of what was to befall her. Now he had given her instructions as though
she were a hired help. "As you can see I am not very fussy about tidiness but I
do like clean mugs and plates so always wash up after a meal. After you've done
the dishes, you can clean the eating area but leave all the fishing stuff
alone."
The phone rang soon after nine. "How's my daughter?" Ian McCraig enquired.
"She'll be okay."
"Did you hurt her?"
"Yes, of course I did. Look, I'll pass the phone to her and she can tell you
herself if she wants to."
Passing the phone he whispered, "Be polite."
"Morning daddy. Is mummy on the extension?" Hearing that she was they all
exchanged pleasantries and comments on the weather before he asked how badly she
hurt. "Let's just say, I have to think twice about sitting down." She refused to
be drawn further on the matter.
"Has he er er ........?" her father asked before she butted in with, "Has he
raped me? You should know better than to ask a question like that!" Sally
snapped back but when should caught Jim's eye, she said, "Sorry daddy, but I am
old enough now to sleep with a man if I wish to without having to be questioned
about it."
"I still don't know how you allowed yourself to go to Sula," Gertrude asked.
"I had no other real choice, mummy but now I am here I am staying for a week."
"Why didn't he bring you home by boat?"
"Weather was too bad but perhaps I'll tell you more about that later."
"But why not come back as soon as the wind drops?" Gertrude persisted, "Why wait
a week?"
"I promised. I have my reasons. Now if you don't mind, I must get on, I have
work to do. Bye for now."
"That must be the first time she has ever used that excuse," her father said to
his wife as he put down the phone.
Jim worked in the lab video taping crab zooea through the microscope. Each time
he glanced through to the lounge Sally appeared to be working. She tried tidying
up one of the side tables and was puzzled over the many odd pieces of equipment
she found. At 10.30 Jim called, "Make us some tea, Sal, please." Sally did so
and took a mug through to the lab for him. Sally stood fascinated by the
peculiar creature that was jerking its way across the computer screen. Without
the microscope all she could see was something about the size of a pin head yet
magnified until it almost filled the screen it had eyes and peculiar long
structures like swords projecting from the front and back of what she termed its
head. Jim explained that it was the young form of a crab which Sally couldn't
believe so he spent the rest of the morning explaining the life cycle of various
marine animals to her. He knew she had a love of animals but her interest in
such lowly creatures was unexpected. Before they knew it, it was lunchtime.
By then the skies had cleared somewhat although it was still blowing a gale. Jim
took Sally to the old boathouse where in the cool he had several marine aquaria
set up with brilliant displays of sea anemones, brittle stars and prawns all
caught locally. Sally had difficulty in walking not only because of her sore bum
muscles but the rock path was slippery and she only had riding boots to wear.
Jim's attitude seemed to change abruptly when they returned to the house. He
curtly ordered Sally to prepare dinner. "There are two pork chops and frozen
peas in the freezer and potatoes are in the bottom of the hallway cupboard."
Sally found the items and then looked bewildered. She had little idea on how to
prepare food.
"Get on with it girl," Jim barked, "How do you ever expect to keep a man without
being able to feed him? Do you think you will have servants for the rest of your
life?".
Weeping from his onslaught, Sally had to admit not having much idea of preparing
a meal. She was very annoyed at his changed attitude. This morning and afternoon
he had become friendly. Now he was a tyrant. She was tempted to reply and tell
him to cook his own meal but remembered what the consequences might be.
Jim continued to harry and chivvy her throughout the cooking process but in the
end they had a reasonably serviceable meal. After which she was ordered to make
haste and get dishes done. Teary eyed, she finally finished and poured the water
away.
"Sit here," Jim ordered. He put his arm around her and said quietly, "Did you
enjoy cooking for me?"
She shook her head, no.
"Why?" When she hesitated to reply he added, "You can tell me honestly."
"You were a bastard. I didn't know what to do and you kept bullying me. You
could have shown me."
"Sal, could you see yourself in me? How often have you bullied others like that?
Your servants? The cook? The few friends you seem to have? Your parents? Do you
now see some truth in the adage, 'do unto others as you would have them do unto
you?'
Sally hung her head. He was right. But could she change? Did she really want to
be nice to others and would they respect her if she was? Part of her wanted to
try and that part would have precedence this week because of the fear of another
hiding but what would happen when she returned home? They would expect her to be
her old objectionable self.
They sat quietly together in front of the fire. Suddenly Sally remembered a
question she wanted to ask earlier, "Who is Janie?"
"Janie is or rather was, a sexpot lab technician when I was a manager. I think,
in fact I know, she wanted to use her charms to seduce me into promoting her or
even marrying. She jumped at the chance of an Easter weekend here on Sula. For
the first couple of days we had brilliant weather and she didn't seem too
unhappy but like the other day, a storm came and we were marooned for four days.
She was a town girl and quickly missed the amenities and became very bored and
miserable at being cooped up here and not even able to go outdoors. She had no
interest in my hobby but made up for it with her sexual appetite. She did get
promoted but not by me. She actually married the CEO but it didn't last. She did
well out of the settlement though."
"Did she do it in her other holes?" Sally blushed as she asked.
"Yes. Are you interested in finding out why?"
"I don't know. I've read about blowjobs and anal sex and seen pictures on the
Internet but never thought I would even think about doing it except when lying
in bed unable to sleep."
"And you were playing with yourself," laughed Jim. Again Sally blushed but
didn't deny it. "Sal, I've have already eaten your cunt, so a blowjob from you
would be nice. Or maybe you would like us to do it together in the 69 position."
"I don't know if I want to."
"Okay, then. Maid! Kneel between my legs." Jim opened his trousers in front of
her. Sally had of course seen and felt his cock before but not this close. Not
only could she see it clearly, she could smell its aroma. Jim placed her hands
around its shaft and made her gently massage it until it was fully engorged then
he guided her head towards it. She knew what she was expected to do and opened
her mouth to receive his hardness. It didn't taste unpleasant so as her
confidence grew she sucked more vigorously as he thrust in and out of her mouth.
When he stopped thrusting and his cocked spasmed on it own she knew he was going
to cum. Did she dare remove her mouth? No, he wouldn't like that. Too late! His
seed was spurting to the back of her throat. Again she noted the taste wasn't
unpleasant. She swallowed and licked the cock clean before he withdrew.
"Thanks, that was great dear. You sure you haven't done it before?" Sally
assured him it was the first time. "Well I do hope its not the last," Jim
laughed.
"Depends on whether you order your live-in maid to do it," came the reply. She
couldn't understand why this man should sexually stimulate her like he did but
decided to just let it happen. For the first time in her life she was letting a
man dominate her.
