}Blackmailed Beth [7/15]

CHAPTER SEVEN

	When Beth woke up Thursday morning, she discovered that her
hips were a little sore from having been spread so wide apart for so
long last night.  She went immediately to her bathroom and examined
herself in the mirror.  Her entire pubic region was covered with
hundreds of tiny red dots where her hair had been removed, but it was
not sore.  She had plucked enough eyebrows to know that in a couple of
weeks her hair would start to return, so she was not worried.

	She showered and went to work, tired but on time.  She left
for home a little early saying she wasn’t feeling well, but the truth
was simply that she had to catch up on the sleep she had lost last
night.

	As soon as she got home she started getting undressed.  All
she wanted to do was to put on her pajamas and go to bed.  As she
removed her bra, she saw the other end of the chain had come loose
from her right nipple.  She almost cried with joy and happiness.  At
last she was free from that chain on her nipples, and it was a good
feeling.  She went to bed happier than she had been in a long time.

	She was so happy and in such a good mood the next day, that
everyone who worked with her said something about it.  Little did they
know that she was, she thought, nearing the end of what had been a
nightmarish few weeks in her life.  Beth really felt that this was
going to end and could hardly contain herself.

	On her way home, she stopped by the newspaper office to
deliver the rewrites she had finished for the Sunday edition.  On the
third floor she checked her box for messages.  There were several, but
one was in a sealed envelope with her name typed on the front.  She
was about to open it when others came into the room.  She hurriedly
put it in her purse and left the building.

	She got to her car and locked the doors.  Opening her purse,
she removed the envelope.  Inside was another typewritten note and a
small strip of scotch tape folded over and stuck to itself.  Between
the layers of the scotch tape were about a dozen or so tiny hairs with
the follicles still attached.  The note read, “be sure to keep these
and the other souvenir I sent you in a very safe place.  The
importance of the two souvenirs will be made known to you when Frank
is ready for you to know.”  It, like the first, was not signed.  She
put it back in her purse and drove home wondering just who the sender
was and how this could ever have any importance to her..

	She walked straight to her bedroom when she got home.  The
envelope was placed in the top drawer along with the first, the one
containing a lock of Beth’s pubic hair.  After a quick dinner, she
went to work on her next book review.  It was the best way she knew to
block things that bothered her out of her mind.  She worked late, and
didn’t get to bed until after midnight.

	Saturday morning, Beth checked her vaginal area and was
pleased to see that the red spots had almost faded away.  She
showered, ate breakfast, and continued the work she had started last
night.  

	At just before noon, she removed her clothes, put on her
raincoat and started for the door to go to Frank’s house as he had
told her.  Then she stopped, and returned to her bedroom.  There she
put the gold chain and a front hook bra in her purse and headed back
to the car.  She wondered why she needed the bra, but was not
concerned about it.

	She was invited into Frank’s house and told to strip as had
become the routine.

	When she turned around, Frank noticed the chain was off the
other nipple.  “Are you still sure you don’t want me to glue the
ends of that chain back to your nipples?” he asked.

	“Yes,” was her immediate response.

	“Are you absolutely sure?” he questioned again.

	“Absolutely.”

	He sat on the couch, and told her to let him examine her
“cunt.”

	As he felt of it, he said, “nice, very nice.  Did you bring
the bra I told you to bring?”

	She reached in her purse and handed it to him saying that she
had.

	“Go get on my bed and get your cunt ready for me to fuck
slut.  Remember though, if it is not wet enough, I will fuck you in
your ass hole.”

	Beth said nothing, but went straight to his bedroom.  She laid
back in his bed and waited for him.  She had not intention of arousing
herself to the point of wetness, so she just waited.  The pain of anal
sex was less than the embarrassment of responding to him like the way
she had done the last time.

	“Is you cunt wet?” he asked when he entered the bedroom.

	“No,” was her only reply.

	Went to his bathroom and tossed her a tube of KY jelly.  “You
know what to do with this cunt, do it quickly so I can cum in your
bowels.”

	She put the jelly all around her rectum and on his erect
penis, the rolled over on her stomach to wait on the pain she knew was
coming.

	Frank had not been surprised by her refusal to get herself
wet, in fact he sort of expected it.  He was going to make her wish
she had not chosen as she did as a lesson for her to remember.  He got
between her legs and positioned the head of his penis at the center of
her rectum.  With one hard lunge, he drove it all the way inside her
as hard as he could.  He chuckled out loud at the yelp of pain that
came from her mouth, the brutally pounded his penis in and out of her
until he as last short his load into her bowels.  When he withdrew, he
was please at the spot of blood on the sheets between her legs.  Only
then did he realize that she had passed out.

	He got off thinking just how much easier this was going to
make the next part of her ordeal.  He did not even stop to clean the
fecal matter and blood off his penis, but picked her up and took her
to the table in his workshop. 
	Inside the work shop, he laid her on his table, her feet
together and her arms along her sides.  Then he put a strap across her
neck, one above her breasts, another below her breasts, still another
across her hips,  and a last one across her knee caps.  Then he
tightened them to hold her securely in place.  Only then did he go to
clean up, get dressed and make a phone call.

	When he returned to the workshop, he saw that Beth had
awakened.  He said nothing, but went to a large cabinet and returned
carrying a roll of duct tape.  She did not protest as he put three
wide strips across her mouth and another wide strip across her eyes.

	“I am going to be gone for a while.  I am going to Chicago to
work on a project with a friend.  I may not return for a couple of
weeks or more, but I will let you know when I want to use you again.
This will give you time to heal also.”  

	She then heard him leave and close the door to his workshop.
“To heal?” she thought, “what does he mean by that.”  But the pain
in her rump seemed to provide the answer to her question.

	He returned carrying two zip lock bags of ice.  He place one
directly one top of each of Beth’s breasts, then left again.  At
first the ice was very cold, then numbness set in as time passed.

	She heard the door open, and a female voice, the one she had
heard before ask, “how long has the ice packs been on her nipples?”

	“Over 45 minutes,” Frank answered.

	“Then she is ready.  Plug this in,” the female said.

	“You told Frank that you did not want those rings glued to
your nipples again, so I am going to pierce them and put the rings
through you nipple flesh Beth,”  the woman told her.  As Beth bucked
and strained against the straps futility, she continued, “I will be
using a heated needle so it will cauterize the blood vessels as it
goes through them.  You will not bleed, but they will be very sore for
several days.  It is going to hurt a little, but I don’t give a damn
about your pain.”

	“Why don’t we give her the sedative now?” Frank asked.
“It will put her to sleep.”

	“No, you told me I didn’t have to put her to sleep until I
was ready, and I want to her suffer as her nipples are pierced.  That
was our deal.”  The Susan picked up the heated needle in her right
hand, and grasped one of Beth’s nipples between her fingers of her
other hand.  The needle slid easily through the tender flesh making a
hissing sound and creating a small wisp of smoke.  Just as she did,
Beth’s body stiffened and shook.  Then without hesitation, the same
was done to her other nipple.

	“There, it is done,”  Susan pronounced.  “Now I will give
her the sedative, then you can attach the rings.”   She reached into
her purse and removed a syringe.  The contents were placed into
Beth’s arm, and Susan said, “it will be just a moment before she is
out.”

	Beth’s brain was too preoccupied with the pain in her freshly
pierced nipples to feel the needle placed into a vein in her arm.  But
she was aware that she was loosing consciousness, then it all went
blank for her.

	Frank took his time soldering the 1/2 inch gold rings in place
on Beth’s nipples.  He want to be sure it was a strong weld that
would not come apart.  Once that was done, the two of them untied Beth
and put her bra on.  The used several sheets of tissue to line the
cups to catch the small amount of blood.

	Then the two of them loaded her into Frank’s car, and drove
over to Beth’s house.  Inside her garage, they got out  and took her
inside.  Susan left a note for Beth as well as some antiseptic, and
they left her still under the influence of the sedative.

	It was about midnight when the sedative wore off and Beth
started awakening.  Her first realization was of the sharp throbbing
pain in her nipples.  Then she became aware that she was no longer
tied to the table because her arms were free.  She open her eyes to
find, much to her surprise, that she was in her own bed in her own
house.  She called out, “Dr. Benson?”  There was no answer.  She
realized that she was alone.

	Her hand went instinctively to her breast as she remember what
had been done to her body.  She withdrew it quickly because of the
pain it caused.  She laid still for nearly an hour crying softly to
herself while the effects of the sedative continued to wear off.  At
last, she painfully struggled to her feet, and shakily made it to her
bathroom.  She peed, then stood if front of her mirror.

	Standing in front of the mirror, Beth carefully unhooked the
front of her bra.  What she saw caused her to gasp.  In each red,
swollen, distended nipple was a small gold ring.  The rings ran
directly though her nipples.  Her body now had been permanently
damaged and rage filled her thoughts.

	She went to the phone to call Dr. Benson to tell him that this
had gone too far, and that she was finished with his blackmail.  She
was madder than she had ever been in her entire life.  There was a
note stuck to the telephone, it read, “don’t waste your time trying
to call, my flight left at 6:00 pm earlier this evening, and I will
not return for a while.  Take care and heal, I’ll let you know when I
get back.”  It was not signed, but she knew it was Frank’s
handwriting.  Beth called any way, and found there was no answer.

	On her vanity, she found a large bottle of antiseptic, with a
typewritten note telling her to use it on her nipples often to avoid
an infection setting in.  Then Beth returned to her bed and cried
herself back to sleep.