Chapter 7

“The last thing in the world I want to do is make you happy.”

“Oh I think you will.”

“I doubt it.”

‘The man’ sat down and pressed a button on the remote control he was holding. The large screen on the wall facing Lisa burst to life. Once again she found herself horrified by what ‘the man’ had come up with. There, in glorious, full colour, ultra high definition, was a four-way split screen image of Lisa. Three in various stages of undress, the other had her on her knees sucking his cock. They were clearly taken from the video of when she had been fucked by him.

“I particularly like this one,” ‘the man’ said, selecting an image and bringing it into full-screen mode. It showed Lisa in just her slip reaching down for her frock. The neck of her slip gaped open giving a view down her cleavage that was unbelievable; even Lisa had to admit that. Her perky tits were there to see in their full glory, with just a hint of nipple showing to add some spice to the image. If anybody had bothered to look at her face, not that they would as the view of her body was so stunning, they would have seen that her eyes were flat and dead, devoid of emotion.

“I must admit when I saw you like that on that afternoon I nearly made you strip again and fuck me one more time.”

“Why didn’t you? I’m surprised you had that sort of self-control.”

“Because I’m honourable, and had said we were finished.”

“Bollocks!”

“No, you’d paid the price I placed on my services, so that was it as far as I was concerned. I’d educated you in the ways of the world. You’d understood the True Value of an object.”

“An object. Is that what you consider my husband to be? And at what price to me and my conscience? My virtue?”

“Virtue? That’s just a concept. No, Mrs King, think about what you did. The price you paid was another way of showing your love for your husband. Isn’t that the true value of anything? After all, he was released without harm. There was no emotional involvement from you. You used your body, the one asset you had that I placed any value on, for what it was clearly designed for. Nothing else.”

“You’re wrong! There was a very deep and long lasting emotional involvement for me. I loathed and despised every second of the time you were raping me.”

“I would hardly call it rape Mrs King, you gave yourself to me, maybe reluctantly, but you still gave yourself. Now, moving on Mrs King. I’d like to rekindle our relationship.”

“We have no relationship.”

“As you wish, so let’s say our business arrangement. On our last meeting when I suggested you let your husband leave and you stay, you vowed you’d never be my mistress...”

“And I won’t if that is what this is all about.”

“No, I understand that. I fear I will never enjoy the physical delight of your body again, but as you can see I have the pleasure of reliving our time together whenever I want to, so I’ll have to settle for that, much as it disappoints me. But you also said you’d whore for me and that’s what I intend for you to do.”