Chapter 10: No Escape

As soon as I heard him leave for work the next morning I jumped out of bed. This was my chance to escape. He would expect me to go to my parents or sister so I wouldn’t. I’d drive south to some town he would never think I’d go to, pick up a job as a waitress or something and then move on after a few months. I would take out as much money as I could from ATMs before I left town and then dump the cards. I packed two cases and brought them down to the garage.

I almost collapsed when I entered into the garage. My car was gone. What had happened to it. I stumbled back inside the house. He had guessed I might try to escape and taken the car away. I could still escape. I could buy a train or plane ticket. The only problem was he would find out where I went. I decided to go to my sister. She was abroad and I could move on after a day or two with her.

I went online to book the ticket. When I entered my credit card details the transaction was rejected. I tried again and it was rejected again. I then tried my debit card. Same thing. My stomach started to churn as my fear increased. I rang the bank and dropped to my knees when told that the accounts had been closed. I curled up in a ball and cried.

I lay there for hours. I jumped when the phone rang. “Hello.”

“This is Beth. You have to put on the orange dress and your collar and be at the office at 5.30. Don’t be late.” She hung up before I could say anything.

The orange dress was a backless halterneck. The worst bit was the front which plunged to below my navel and barely covered my breasts. And the collar. Oh God. I went upstairs and had a shower.

I arrived at the office at 5.30. I was entering as people were heading home. They stared and nudged each other as I walked to reception. Beth was looking me all over. “Hello, I’ll just ring up to let him know you’re here.” She rang my husband and said “Your slut is here.” I shot her a dirty look. She laughed as my husband said something to her.

“OK, let’s go up” We went to the elevator and up to the fifth floor. She made me very uncomfortable as she looked me all over. We went to my husbands office. She knocked on the door and went in. My husband was there with another man. He was tall, blonde and in his thirties.

“Thanks Beth for bringing the slut up. Well Ben, what do you think.” Ben walked around me looking me over. I felt like something for sale.

“Take her dress off if you want a better look.” I looked pleadingly to my husband. Ben undid the clasp at the back of my neck and let the dress fall to the ground. He felt my breasts and placed them on his hands as if weighing them. He squeezed my nipples until I squirmed before slipping his hand between my legs. He pinched my clitoris then stuck his fingers into my vagina probing roughly before taking them out and tasting them.