Chapter 4 - the next 3 weeks
Anne's father would only let her go out one night each weekend. And
Sunday day was for church. So for the next several weeks Anne and Paul
fell into a routine.
Each morning and each night Anne would use her vibrator to cum. She
said to herself that it was only because Paul made her. But she knew better.
Paul would never know if she didn't do it. The truth was that it felt good
and she liked it. So she did it. But because her parents had told her sex was
bad, and because Paul was "making her" masturbate, Anne's mind then
decided she was a slut when she masturbated.
And every day Anne wore the butt plug. Well, every day except that first
Monday when she had "forgotten" it. And Paul showed up at the video
store that Monday. Before Anne could say anything he turned her around
and felt her asshole. When he felt no butt plug he locked the store doors,
dragged her to the back office, pulled down her pants, and used his belt to
whip her ass.
Anne begged for forgiveness the entire time while Paul never said a word.
Finally, when all of Anne's ass was bright red, Paul let her go and she
tumbled to the floor. "We can do another hundred or we can have just 6
more, which will it be" he asked her.
Anne looked up at him in bewilderment. "No more, please no more" she
managed to plead between sobs.
"6 or 100, pick or I'll choose for you - pick now." he shouted.
"6, oh god just 6 more please" she begged.
"Fine, then stand up and put your hands against the wall. Push your butt
out and ask me to whip you. For 100 I'll hold you down. For 6 you have to
hold yourself in place and beg for each one."
Oh god Anne thought, I can't do this. But she started getting up because no
matter what she had to do, she just couldn't survive another 100 hits from
the belt. She leaned against the wall with her hands supporting her.
Paul adjusted her until she had "assumed the position." Hands up high on
the wall, legs out and apart, butt arched out to meet the whip. "Oh and one
more thing. If your hands come down, or your butt isn't sticking out for
any one hit, we start over."
Anne closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Somehow she had to get
through this. No matter how much it hurt, 6 was a lot less than 100. So
motherfucking much less that she would freeze in place no matter what.
She would hold on no mat--- Anne suddenly realized that Paul was talking
to her. She had been concentrating so hard that she had blocked him out.
The pain was so bad, god her butt was on fire. It had to be bleeding, it just
had to. In fact, it felt like there was a fire down there, but that couldn't be.
But the pain was just so bad. Wait, what was Paul saying. Oh yes, she had
to beg to be whipped. How could she beg for something that hurt so much.
She was standing here, wasn't that enough.
Suddenly Paul reached out to her to pull her over his lap to give her 100
strokes. No, not that, please not that. "Please whip my ass, please do it, oh
god please don't whip me 100 times, please whip my ass." She said
frantically. She was begging him to whip her. The real source of the
begging was to avoid the 100 strokes but the words coming out of her
mouth were begging Paul to whip her ass. Her ass that was already on fire.
The first one hit and Anne screamed. She couldn't take this anymore. Yet
she kept babbling, "please whip my ass, please whip it, oh god please." A
part of her stepped outside her body and observed. There she was, arched
out against the wall to meet the belt, begging for a whipping. What kind of
slut was she. There were girls at school that put out for all of the guys, but
even they would turn their noses up seeing her like this. Slut was too good
for her, she was complete scum.
And the picture she made in her mind, combined with the pain from the
belt, cause her body to heave with sobs as she cried her heart out. Finally
the last stroke ended and Paul picked her up and held her. For the next half
hour her sobs slowly subsided, while, the entire time, Paul just held her
and told her how much he loved her.
And she grasped on to that love to pull her back up from the pit her mind
had sunk into. The mind and body can only take so much and Anne's had
been overloaded with pain and degradation. She needed a rope to pull her
out and Paul's love and caring was that rope.
She started to hold on to him, and then to hold him so tightly that it hurt.
She held on to Paul for dear life and sobbed her heart out. She was lower
than a slut, and her ass was on fire. But it was ok because Paul loved her
and would take care of her. Her mind pushed away the fact that Paul
caused all of this because she needed a rescuer.
And Paul, he got to spend a half hour holding a naked Anne while she
came to hold him tighter and tighter. Such a lovely young body and it was
all his, to use any way he wanted, as long as he was careful.
Anne made it through the rest of work that day by being very careful to not
let her ass touch anything. And she was very careful from then on to have
the butt plug in her ass every day.
On either Friday or Saturday night Paul would take Anne dancing. Each
time she would wear slutty, revealing clothes and during the slow numbers
Paul would whisper in her ear what a slut she was and how much everyone
wanted to fuck her.
When they sat down Paul would always make her sit with her legs spread
so that anyone looking under the table could see her pubic hair. As the
night went on he would make her spread her legs wider and wider till,
toward the end of the evening, her legs would be fully spread and anyone
who looked knew she was flashing them on purpose. And much to Anne's
dismay, many looked.
Each Saturday afternoon Anne would pose for Paul's camera. She would
model the clothes and use the vibrator and butt plug. The second Saturday
Paul brought out a video camera. At first Anne refused but when Paul
showed Anne the new collection of pictures for her father, she relented.
Paul had Anne face the camera while using the vibrator and tell the camera
what a slut she was. How she liked playing with her clit and loved to get
off. And then he filmed her bringing herself to orgasm time after time.
And at the end of each session, Anne would jack Paul off onto her face and
rub the cum into her face. So Anne always left knowing that she was a
complete and total slut. This was her life and the human mind can adapt to
a lot, so Anne came over the next few weeks to accept this as her natural
life.
