Blackmailed Beth [5/15]
CHAPTER FIVE


	Beth waited until it was 5 minutes before 1:00, then wearing
only her raincoat, she got in her car and drove the short distance to
Frank’s house.  She wore nothing underneath except the chain attached
to her nipples by Super glue.  Beth wondered how long it would be
before the glue came off and she would be free from that chain.  It
was much worse than the necklace with the word “slut” that hung from
her neck.

	She parked, walked to his door, and rang the door bell.  He
opened it and said, “good, you are on time slut.  Come on it.”  Then
shut the door behind her.

	She was a bit surprised that Frank was wearing what looked
like old work clothes, jeans and a T- shirt.  But not when he told her
to strip.  She quickly removed the raincoat and neatly folded it and
placed it on the back of a chair.  

	“I have been in my work shop all morning and I need to shower
and change clothes,” he explained.  “While I am doing that, I will
give you another chance to end your afternoon with me early.”
Gesturing, he said, “ stand over that,” pointing to the chrome
plated shaft she had escaped from yesterday.

	Beth did as he directed, straddling the vertical part of the
device noting it glistened with a liberal coating of KY jelly.  She
watched as he knelt between her legs and raised the adjustable shaft.
He paused and told her, “just as in yesterday, if you can get off of
this, you are free to go back home, and I will not need to use you
until Wednesday evening at 7:00.”

	She felt the cold metal shaft as it entered her vagina.  It
seemed like it had gone deeper into her than before, and this was
confirmed when he told her that he had made modifications to it.  She
felt it touch her cervix and winced in light pain from the contact. 

	Frank stood back to admire his nude prisoner.  She was
strikingly beautiful and progressing nicely in her acceptance of his
control of her.  “Just to give you added incentive in your attempts
to free yourself and go home, I am expecting a guest to arrive at
2:00.  That is a little over 45 minutes from now, and if you don’t
want to be seen like that, you better get yourself off.”

	“What?” Beth exclaimed!  “A guest?  No, you can’t do
that!”

	But Frank just smiled, turned and walked down the hall to his
bedroom.  He shut the door to the bedroom, chuckling to himself, and
began to get his shower and change clothes.

	When he returned to the den, he noticed that Beth’s body was
covered in sweat, her cheeks were streaked with tears, and a small
amount of blood had trickle about 6” down her inner thigh.  It was
obvious that she had tried very hard to get off his “display stand,”
and that she had even gone so far as to hurt herself in so doing.  She
was so busy in her continued attempts to get off the rod extending
into her vagina, that she did not see him return.

	“Well I see you are still here,” he said, grinning at her.
“Our guest will be here in just about 5 minutes, so you better hurry
if you are going to get off and leave.”

	“This has gone to far, Dr. Burns.  I demand that you free me
right now.”

	“And if I don’t?” he asked laughing.

	He watched as she struggled with renewed determination.
“Please, let me off this contraption, please,” she begged.  “I will
do any thing you want, just don’t let any one see me like this?”
She started crying again, and a little more blood trickled down her
inner thigh.

	“No, I already can get you to do as I wish, and your
struggles are causing your cunt to bleed.  However, I will allow you
to hide your face if you wish,” he told her as he produced a black
leather hood from his pocket.  “That is the only concession I will
allow.”

	Beth stopped her vain attempts to free herself, but continued
to cry.  Sobbing, she said, “ OK let me have it,” pointing to the
hood he held.

	“No, I will put it on for you, but you must also wear this,”
and he held out a large red rubber ball with straps attached to it.
“It is a ball gag, my dear, and it will not hurt you.  Do we have a
deal?”

	Beth heard a car door slam just outside his house.  In a state
of near panic, she said, “OK, OK, but hurry.”

	She was surprised at how wide she had to open her mouth to
receive the ball, and how tightly he fastened it behind her head.
Then he slipped the leather hood over her head and fastened it behind
her neck.  Only then did she realize it had no holes for her to see
through and that it could be locked in place.  She was in total
darkness, and unable to utter a word, when she heard the door bell
ring.

	Frank went to the door and opened it, “saying her ears are
not plugged, do you thing she will recognize your voice?”

	Susan Winters, Society Editor for the newspaper walked it and
directly to where Beth was impaled on the shaft protruding into her
vagina.  “No we have met only a few times, and never under these
conditions,” she said laughing.  “So this is the Head Librarian and
Book Editor of the newspaper.  I would have never believed that she
had such a great body under the dowdy clothes she always wears.”

	Beth was horrified to learn that this person, Frank’s guest,
was someone that knew her.  The female voice she heard was vaguely
familiar, but Beth could not identify it.  Yet she knew they had in
fact met before, she just couldn’t place it or the speaker.

	“Frank, this is wonderful,” Susan said.  “how is her
training coming along?”

	“She is doing nicely, but we have a way to go before she is
ready,” he answered.

	“Help me with these,” Beth heard Frank say.  Then without
warning, both of her wrists were grabbed and twisted behind her back.
She felt the cold steel of handcuffs around her wrists, then heard the
click  as they were locked in place. 

	“Would you like a glass of wine?” Frank asked his guest.

	“Yes,” she responded.  “May I examine her while you get our
wine?” she asked.

	“Of course, my dear,” he said as he went to his kitchen.
	Beth felt hands feeling her breasts, then her back and
buttocks.  The hands then were groping  her vagina.  Beth wanted to
resist, but there was no way to avoid the hands.  

	“She has wonderfully firm and well shaped breasts Frank, and
her ass is equally nice.”

	“I was very surprised at her body myself,” he responded.

	Beth felt her nipples being tugged by the chain attached
between them.  When does she get rid of these?”  she heard the woman
ask.

	“The glue should loosen enough in a couple more days to get
them off,” was his answer.

	“Well, are you ready to get started?”

	“God yes.  I thought you would never ask, I am dying to do
it,” the lady answered.

	“Beth,” Frank said, “I am attaching a short leash to your
nipple chain, don’t pull away or you will severely damage them.  We
are going to lead you to my work shop, and you will not be hurt in the
least if you do exactly as I tell you.  Do you understand?”

	Beth nodded her head that she did, but her body was trembling
in fear of just what was going to happen to her.  She felt the metal
shaft being lowered from her vagina, then a light flash of pain as the
nipple leash was pulled.  She followed in the direction of the pulling
leash.
	Soon, she heard Frank say, “you are at the edge of a table,
we will help you up on it.”  Then she felt herself being lifted and
was sitting flat on top of it.  Her shoulders were grabbed and she was
forceful pulled down flat on her back with her hand cuffed wrists
painful in the small of it.  She felt what seemed like a strap tighten
across her stomach and at the same time another tightening across the
front of her neck.  The neck strap was so tight she could just barely
breathe.

	“My guest is going to shave your cunt hair off.  Unless you
are perfectly still, you will cause her to cut you, and I know you
would not want that.  So just remain motionless.”

	Beth struggled against the straps when she heard this, but was
unable to make more than the slightest movements.  She tried to
protest, but was prevented from making more than just grunting noises
by the ball gag in her mouth.

	“Aw, the lady does not want her pussy shaved,” she heard the
unknown lady say in a mocking tone of voice.  She grabbed a handful of
Beth’s pubic hair and yanked so hard that Beth’s torso was lifted
off the table, “maybe she had rather I pull it out,” she said as she
laughed.

	Beth was surprised at the suddenness of the pull and the
extreme pain it caused.  She let out a loud groan, then whimpered
audibly. 

	“If you don’t want it pulled out, then you better spread you
legs nice and wide for me honey.  Actually, I just hope you do resist,
I love to hurt girls such as you.  It gives me great pleasure.”  Then
to drive home her point, she grabbed another handful  and yanked
equally as hard as the first time.

	Beth immediately spread her legs.  Frank said, “I think the
slut wants to cooperate.”

	Both laughed as Beth felt shaving lather being spread between
her legs.  Then she felt the pull of the razor as it started cutting
through her pubic hair.  Stroke after stroke she felt for what seemed
like an hour.  Her legs were raised and the shaving continued until,
Beth knew that she was now totally hairless.  She jerked in pain as
alcohol was splashed on the newly shaved skin burning like fire.

	“There, I think she looks much better, what do you think
Frank?”

	“Yes, it is a vast improvement,” Frank said agreeing.

	“Can I cut her just a tiny bit?” the lady asked.

	“No, but I will let you if the slut fails to keep herself
shaved for me at all times.  In fact, I will let you do more than just
a tiny cut if there is ever any stubble there.  Did you hear what I
said slut?”

	Beth was just able to nod that she did.

	The woman said, “I have to go now, but I want to save a
sample of her pussy hair before I go.  Do you have an envelope or
something I could put some of it in?” she asked Frank.

	“Sure, I’ll go get an envelope for you.  I will be right
back.”

	Susan leaned over Beth’s body strapped to the table and
whispered, “we are going to become very well acquainted.  I hope you
like eating pussy, darling.”  Then without warning, Beth felt a
finger being thrust inside her vagina.  The finger lingered there a
while then withdrew, as she heard Frank handing the envelope to the
woman.

	“Here,” he said, “collect all you want.”

	Beth heard Frank ask the lady if she thought that Beth had
recognized her voice, and the lady say she didn’t as they left and
closed the workshop door.  Beth was strapped down so tightly, that she
could move little but her legs which she quickly closed.  She was
exhausted from the stress and actually drifted off into a fitful
sleep.