Chapter 4: Crime and Punishment

We disobey Matthew, and he punishes us in a humiliating way.

The next afternoon, I went to pick up Mary and Matthew after their week-long work trip. Having seen the last video Matthew sent me, where it looked like Mary was enjoying fucking Matthew, I was very worried. At the airport, Matthew handed me both their luggage and didn’t give me a chance to hug Mary or even talk. She kept her eyes down. On the trip from the airport to our house, she barely uttered a word. When we got home, Matthew lay down on the living room couch, and Mary, without a word from him, undressed, knelt in front of him and said, ‘‘Would you let me give you a blow job?”

I watched in horror. Matthew said, “Yes, of course you can. In the meantime, Cucky can fix dinner.”

I went to the kitchen, and at least the need to concentrate on trivial tasks kept me from obsessing over the changes I was seeing in Mary and how my life seemed to be exploding into pieces.

When I returned with dinner, Mary had already finished the blowjob and was lying on the sofa, naked, and cuddling up to Matthew.

After dinner, we went to bed. In bed, and with the light off, I heard Mary say, “Fuck me, Matthew; I need to feel your cock inside me.” Next, I heard movement in the bed and the creaking of the bed produced by the movement of their bodies, as well as some panting and grunting. After a few minutes, I heard a louder grunt from Matthew and then silence.

I had a hard time falling asleep, and when I did, it was almost on the verge of tears.

On Saturday morning, after Matthew and Mary showered together, we ate the breakfast I had prepared, and then Matthew said he had to leave to train with the swim team.

As soon as he left, my eyes went to Mary. I didn’t know what to say or how to start talking to her about the situation. But I didn’t need to. As soon as Matthew walked out the front door, she jumped on me and hugged me. That made me melt, and I hugged her with all my love, all worries forgotten. We went to sit on the couch in the living room.

We spent some time just holding each other, feeling each other’s company and the warmth of each other’s bodies. Finally, Mary began to speak, “Thank God I’m finally with you, Charley. It’s been an awful week. You can’t imagine. I’m a wreck.”

“What happened?”

“I’ve had Matthew on top of me all day, groping and fucking me at every opportunity. And there is no chance to rest at night. Even though our office had booked two rooms in the hotel, I had to stay and sleep with him all the time. I didn’t set foot in my room. And we didn’t only have to have sex in the room. More than once, I had to give him a blowjob in the car.”

“Yeah, I watched both videos.”

“Both? He only recorded one,” Mary said in surprise.

“One was in the car. The other was in the bedroom. It showed you on all fours and fucking yourself against him.”

“What a bastard! I wasn’t aware of that video. Yes, he forces me every night to ask him to fuck me and to tell him that I desire him.”

“Sure, that’s why in that video he didn’t talk at all, so you wouldn’t know he was recording. He wanted to humiliate me and make me see that you wanted him. And that’s why you were saying it last night too.”

“Yes, I’m sorry; he makes me do that; and also to get naked when I get home or to the hotel and ask him if I can suck his cock. He feels more manly that way, hearing that I want him.”

“He’s a son of a bitch. I’m so sorry. I came to believe you meant it. You seemed to feel it, and you looked so excited.”

“Charley, I could never stop loving you. You’re the only man I want to be with. Always think about that,” Mary said, hugging me tighter. And she continued, “But in the end, I’ve ended up doing and saying everything he orders me to, as if I really mean it. At the beginning of the week, I just complied, but without enthusiasm. But when he didn’t like the way I did it, he’s been punishing me in different ways, and in the end, I do what he wants without thinking and to the best of my ability; otherwise, it’s worse. As I said, it’s been a terrible week.”

“What has he done to you? How has he punished you?”

“Some nights he fucked my ass in a very rough way and without any lubrication, which left me quite sore. I also had to give him a blowjob more than once inside the car, in an open-air car park. It was humiliating; I felt like a prostitute, and I thought that someone could see me at any moment. But that was the least of it; the worst was at work.”

“What happened?”

“On the first day, he was simply silent during the visits to potential clients. From the second day on, the idiot thought he had mastered the job and started talking and keeping me quiet, as if I were his assistant or a secretary. Many times I had to correct him so that he wouldn’t make very serious mistakes. He forced me to go without a bra or panties, with a very short skirt and a very transparent, half-open blouse, which revealed a lot of cleavage and a large part of my breasts, and what was not visible, such as my nipples, was see-through. When we met with men, they kept looking at my cleavage or my thighs. And when we met with women, I could see the contempt in their eyes; they must have thought I was the ‘office whore’, or something like that. Also, from Wednesday onwards, Matthew told me I had to put the vibrating bullet in before I went out. On Sunday, when we were packing for the trip, he told me he wanted to see the sex toys we had, and he took that one. I had to carry the bullet in my vagina all day, and he would activate it with the remote control from time to time, sometimes in the middle of a meeting. I kept getting distracted and interrupting myself while talking, which, added to my shameless appearance, was supposed to confirm to the clients that I had nothing on my mind and that I was just bringing my body to work.”

“Poor Mary, I’m so sorry; you’ve had such a bad time,” I said, stroking her head tenderly.

“When I came to the hotel in the evenings, I was exhausted, very excited, and out of my mind. I had no trouble pretending I wanted to be fucked. I needed to release all the tension, sexual and mental, that had built up during the day, so the last few nights, I would come when he fucked me. But the worst of all, the most humiliating part is missing. I’m ashamed to tell you.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t give a damn what you had to do. Share it with me, and you’ll feel better.”

“On Thursday, one of the meetings was with the headmaster of a school. A man in his 70s, bald and thin, had an unpleasant, cold stare, with which he undressed me. He kept staring at my breasts and hardly listened to Matthew, who didn’t let me speak. Then, at one point, the director said, ‘And your beautiful companion, doesn’t she say anything?’ Matthew replied, ‘She has other skills in her mouth’. The director, understanding the double meaning, said, ‘I see. With those full lips, I can imagine. And what do people have to do to enjoy those skills?’. And Matthew, more confident in the ground he was standing on as he saw that the director understood him, replied, ‘If you’ll sign the order I’m proposing, I’m sure she’ll be happy to demonstrate’. I looked at Matthew in horror and shook my head. But he looked at me firmly and said, ‘Don’t worry, she’s just saying no, so she doesn’t seem anxious, but deep down she’s looking forward to it. Besides, she’s doing whatever it takes to keep her job and her way of life, right, Mary?’ At that threat about broadcasting the videos and ruining our lives, which the director didn’t get, but I did, I nodded. The director then took the order, signed it, and handed it to Matthew. Then the director moved his chair back, away from his desk, turned to the side, and unzipped his fly. I, totally humiliated, stood up, walked around the desk, knelt down in front of the director, and pulled his cock out of his pants.

“I moved my mouth closer and ran my tongue over the glans. It had an unpleasant, rancid smell and taste, but I had to hold back my disgust and continue. I put his cock in my mouth and started to suck him, doing my best and trying to keep the humiliation as short as possible. The director, meanwhile, was leaning back in his chair, his hands behind his head and a look of pleasure on his face. He said to Matthew, ‘Indeed, your colleague is a really good cock sucker’. Matthew replied, ‘I told you so. Even if she doesn’t bring much more to the table, I like her to come with me on trips to enjoy her skills’. I was humiliated beyond belief, listening to them talk about me and being forced to suck the cock of a man I had just met, who could be my father, and with whom, under normal circumstances, I would have a normal professional relationship. As I moved my head up and down the length of his cock, he was rubbing my breasts and running his hand down the neckline of my blouse. Finally, he came and filled my mouth with bitter, horrible cum, which I quickly swallowed. I got up, tidied myself up as best I could, and returned to my chair. The director and Matthew shook hands, ignoring me. Fortunately, it was the last meeting of the afternoon, because I would have been unable to do anything.”

“That’s horrible! I’d like to kill Matthew!” I said indignantly.

“Wait till I tell you all about it. The next day was worse.”

“You don’t say! What happened the following day?”

“We had a meeting with the purchasing manager of a university. He was a middle-aged man with a beard and moustache, a bit chunky, black hair, and brown eyes. As with all the clients we saw, I had already anticipated the work and prepared a proposal according to their needs—in their case, being a university, with a lot of products and reasonable prices. The total cost of the order was quite high. During the meeting, as in other cases, he did not take his eyes off my breasts. He insisted that the offer was too expensive and that it had to be reduced. He said that there were other, much cheaper options. I started to explain to him that our editions and our materials were of better quality. Then Matthew said, ‘You’re saying that buying from another company will save the university money, aren’t you? The purchasing manager replied, ‘Yes, it would be a lot cheaper’. Matthew then continued, ‘But you don’t get anything, do you?’. To which the other replied, ‘No. I’m just doing my job well’. Matthew continued, ‘If you accept our proposal, we can offer you other advantages, exclusively for you, PERSONAL advantages’. The purchasing manager said with an air of doubt, ‘I’m not sure I understand you correctly’.

“Matthew said, ‘I noticed that you haven’t taken your eyes off my colleague. She’s a beauty, isn’t she?’ The man replied, ‘Yes, she’s really very attractive’. Matthew then said to me, ‘Mary, take off your blouse!’ I looked at him in surprise, and he said, ‘Do I have to remind you of the situation, like yesterday at school?’ The purchasing manager was surprised and didn’t react. I took off my blouse and stood there with my bare torso. The man couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts. Matthew then said, ‘You can see that her tits are as fantastic as they looked under the blouse. But there’s more. Mary, take out your vibrating bullet’. Even more embarrassed, I pulled out the bullet I had been carrying all day. The ball was dripping with my fluids after suffering all day’s stimulation from time to time. Matthew continued, ‘As you can see, my colleague is insatiable and desires nothing more than to have her cunt filled with something. She always carries a vibrating bullet tucked in, but I keep the remote control. If I left it to her, she’d be giving herself orgasms all day long. I can assure you that her cunt is as delicious as her tits. I understand that you don’t like to make deals without seeing the goods first, but now that you have, how would you feel about signing the order? In exchange, you can enjoy that juicy little cunt right now. She is willing to do anything for the company. Anything at all’.

“At the time, despite the humiliating scene of the previous day, which had served as ‘training’ for me, I felt humiliated and was unable to look up. I just wanted to be ‘swallowed up by the earth’. The man was hesitating, not knowing quite what to do, and Matthew said to me, ‘Mary, come closer so he can examine the goods’. I got up and approached the purchasing manager. Matthew said, ‘Touch her breasts; you’ll see how pleasant they are. And you can also taste how wet her pussy is. She’s not wearing any panties under her skirt’. The man began to fondle my breasts with one hand, groping them and feeling their weight, pinching the nipples with his forefinger and thumb. Then he reached down, slipped his hand under my skirt, and brought a finger up to my pussy. He slipped a finger into my pussy, which was soaking wet from the vibrating bullet, withdrew the finger, and brought it to his nose. Finally, he said to Matthew, ‘OK. I’m not going to think about the university this time; I’m going to think about me. You have to treat yourself once in a while’. He signed the order and gave it to Matthew.

“Matthew then said to the man, ‘Perfect, you won’t regret it. Mary, lean over the desk until you rest your tits and stay like that, so that our client gets his bonus’. I walked over to the desk and leaned down as Matthew instructed. He then said to the man, ‘Her buttocks are as fantastic as her tits. I prefer to fuck her like this, watching and caressing these elastic spheres while I stick my cock in her pussy. I recommend it. Not to mention her ass. Maybe the next commercial order you place with me will bring you the bonus of fucking her ass’. The man stood behind me, I heard the sound of a zip and felt the tip of his cock between my vaginal lips. He thrust his cock in, and, as lubed up as I was, he had no trouble getting it all the way in. Then he started to fuck me hard, holding me with his hands on my hips. He was doing it really hard, and I had to hold on to the edge of the desk by my shoulders with my hands. I have never felt more shame and humiliation in my whole life. I, a good professional at my job, was being handled like merchandise; my body was given away to a client by a bastard prick to get a sale, like someone who gives away a bottle of wine or a book to get along with a client. Tears flowed down my cheeks as the man fucked me. Finally, after a long time, I felt him stop, his cock throbbing and several shots of his cum spurting inside my vagina. When he had finished ejaculating and his cock was flaccid, he withdrew. I got up and tidied myself up as best I could.”

By then, remembering the scene, tears had overflowed Mary, who was crying inconsolably in my arms. I didn’t know what to say or what to do to comfort her. After hearing how Matthew had treated her, I seriously considered killing him, and I think if he had been in front of me, I would have rushed at him without thinking. I was totally outraged. But, for the moment, I was only concerned with calming and soothing Mary. She was still crying, her head resting on my shoulder, while I tenderly stroked her head with one hand and hugged her shoulders with the other.

Gradually, her disconsolate tears subsided into hiccups and whimpers. I kept stroking her head as if she were a little girl, kissing her hair, and saying soothing words. After a while, she relaxed, and, unconsciously, she started stroking my arms and chest. She looked at me and said, “I love you, Charley. I feel so good and safe next to you. I’m sorry I broke down.”

“That’s normal,” I replied. “You’ve been going through some horrible experiences all week. And I feel terrible that I can’t help you or protect you. If Matthew had been in front of me a few minutes ago, I don’t know what I would have done to him. I would have been able to kill him.”

“I don’t think either of us is capable of killing anyone. And besides, although it would give us satisfaction, it wouldn’t have solved anything. The person to whom he left the details and code of the safe would have published the videos.”

“You’re right, but I despair that I can’t do anything. I keep thinking about how to get out of this situation. I swear I’ll find a way, and Matthew will one day pay for what he’s doing.”

“You being by my side and supporting me is enough. I forget everything with you,” Mary said, looking up at me through her eyes, even more beautiful after she had cried, and kissing me.

I kissed her back and caressed her head and shoulders tenderly. Little by little, our embrace and caresses changed from tenderness to sensuality. The touch of her soft and warm naked body, which I had missed so much during the whole week, gradually awakened my desire.

We both became more and more aroused, and without realising it, we lay down on the sofa and caressed each other with desire, with more and more sensual and exciting caresses. I began to suck and lick her breasts, which had become swollen and had hard nipples. After a while, I lowered my head to her sex and began to run my tongue slowly between her lips until I reached her clitoris, which I began to suck and nibble, causing her to shudder in orgasm.

Meanwhile, I felt my cock and testicles aching from the cock cage, trying to get an impossible erection. The flesh of my cock bulging through the gaps in the bars, my testicles pulled painfully away from my crotch by the ring at the base, and the blood pulsing inside my member, trying to fill it, swell, and achieve erection, a task with no chance of success. I continued to lick and play with her sex with my mouth for quite some time, causing her I don’t know how many orgasms, which, in addition to the pleasure they gave her, helped her to release the tension and sorrow she carried inside her.

Finally, I lay down next to her, hugging her. She looked at me and said, “Thank you. You are wonderful. But you haven’t been able to have an orgasm.”

“I don’t mind. You deserved some pleasure after this week of suffering. I’m afraid we’ll just have to keep putting up with Matthew. You have to promise me you won’t go down. Whatever unpleasantness happens to you, try not to make a big deal of it. And remember that I am by your side, whatever happens.”

We lay there like that for a long time, until we decided to get up. We didn’t know when Matthew would arrive, and we didn’t want him to find us like this. When he arrived, he ordered me to make the meal and Mary to lie down next to him in the couch. I noticed a strange expression in his eyes that worried me.

After eating, Matthew began to speak. “Now I want to show you some videos.”

He turned on the TV and connected his mobile phone to the screen. As it started to play, a recording of our bedroom appeared. In the footage, I was coming in and getting into bed. The following clips also showed me getting into bed. They were clearly from different days, and it was clear to me as I watched them that they were recorded while Matthew and Mary were away. Then another scene appeared; in it, Mary and I were caressing each other, and, after a few minutes, I began to lick her sex. It was a recording of what had happened earlier that morning!

When Matthew started the playback, Mary and I looked at each other with surprise and concern, as we didn’t know Matthew could record us or how he had done it. As we got to the moment on the screen when we hugged and let our emotions run away with us, I think we both started to worry even more, as we were sure Matthew wouldn’t like it.

When the screening of the fragments was over, Matthew said, “I’m quite disappointed with you two. I thought you understood the situation and would obey me. But I found that you didn’t. The day I came to bring my things, while you were in the office, I hid a small spy camera in every room of the house. They are very small cameras, less than 3 cm, with motion sensors that are activated by presence or movement and can be accessed remotely via wifi. So, I notice that you, Charley, have slept on the double bed, which I told you was just for Mary and me, and not on your sofa. But that is a minor offence. What’s worse is that today I saw that you had sex with Mary. I told you that you couldn’t touch her without my permission. Mary is mine! Do you understand? And you, Mary, must never let him touch you without my permission. Is that clear?” I tried a timid explanation: “It was without realising it; we hadn’t seen each other for a long time. And Mary was very sad.”