Chapter 8

Two nights later I looked out my window as a white cargo van pulled up into our driveway. A few minutes later, two men carried a large squirming bundle out of the house and tossed it into the back and Deborah was gone. I asked Dan about what had happened and he explained it all to me with his usual clinical detachment.

A woman who looked like Deborah would board the charter flight and using Deborah’s passport clear customs in Mexico, then using Deborah’s credit card check into a resort, all of which had been booked on her laptop by Zack. A week later, she would use her own passport with a falsified entry stamp to board a commercial flight home and Deborah would vanish in Mexico. Deborah herself was on her way out of the country, eastern Europe, middle east, China, Dan didn’t know where. It was terrifying how easy it sounded but Dan assured me that it wasn’t easy at all, unless you knew what you were doing which he clearly did. Another nod to just how ignorant and naïve I had been when I arrived here, and I shuddered thinking that this could have been mom and I at any time.

The next day I walked to the pool to swim my laps while Zack was playing basketball. I saw his head turn as I sauntered by in my swimsuit and I gave him a glance before dropping my towel and diving in. I swam my usual 10 laps then climbed out and gave myself a quick towel off. He had been shooting hoops while he watched me and his eyes widened when I walked over to him.

“Zack, I’m glad you’re home.” I said in a shy voice as I hesitantly reached out to take his hand. I looked up at him through my lashes while my thumb slid over his as I squeezed his fingers. I gave him a small smile, then turned and headed back toward the house. I skipped ahead to avoid his groping hand but looked back with a small giggle as I jogged across the lawn. Once inside I rushed to my room, dropping my towel and stripping out of my swimsuit donning my bathrobe. I dabbed a generous amount of lube on my pussy and ass then was brushing my hair when he stepped through the door without knocking.

“Zack, what the fuck!” I exclaimed as I clutched the robe around my chest. “Get out.”

“Huh?” He grunted with a surprised look on his face. “What was all that shit back there about your being happy to see me?” I looked down and saw the noticeable bulge in his light basketball shorts.

I stepped around the bed and pushed him back “I am happy to see you, but you can’t just barge into my room like this.”

He slapped my hand away and pushed me back hard, causing me to stumble and fall onto the bed. “The fuck I can’t.” he snapped as he closed and locked the door behind him. “Did you forget who I am you stupid bitch. You think you can flirt like that then push me away?”

“Zack, get out.” I said sharply as I squirmed on the bed, but instead he dove forward pinning me down as he fumbled to pull my robe apart.

“Looks like someone needs another lesson about how things run here? I think what happened downstairs would have been enough but I guess you are either stubborn or stupid.” He growled as he tugged my robe open and groped my tits.

“No, no, get off of me!” I squealed as I slapped at him, but he just laughed and grabbed my wrists pinning them above my head.

“Is that the best you got? I forgot that you like it like this so I guess we are back to square one here.” He replied as he bound my wrists with the tie from my housecoat. His hand slid between my legs, “Look at that, wet already just like the slut you are.”

“No, please, stop. Zack don’t do this!” I pleaded as I squirmed under him, his powerful body pinning me to the bed while he fumbled to pull down his shorts.

He slapped me twice, once on each breast and I squealed in pain and surprise. “Yeah, I remember you like it rough you stupid cunt. Well, school is back in session now that I am home.”

“No, stop, mmmppphhhh” I cried until he stuffed something in my mouth muffling my protests. I bucked and fought under him but he was as strong as I remembered and my efforts just made him angry.

“Stay still you stupid cunt.” He growled as he grabbed my tit and twisted it hard. I wailed into the cloth he had stuffed in my mouth then froze, looking up at him with fear filled eyes.

“That’s right, just lay there and let me give you a refresher lesson on where you fit in this house.”

I shook my head desperately, mmmphing into my gag while I struggled in vain underneath him. He was still bigger, stronger and just as cruel as I remembered and I grunted as his thick cock slid into my pussy. Thank god for the lubricant or I am sure he would have torn me in half given how hard he penetrated me.

“mmmmnnnoooooo, mease, mease thop!” I sobbed as he forced himself on me. He laughed, one hand holding my bound wrists above my head while the other mauled my tits.

“Stop? Fuck did you forget how much you like this shit? I leave for two weeks and suddenly you become a fucking prude.” He grunted as he fucked me. I moaned despite myself; his cock was just as big as Dan’s and I couldn’t deny my arousal.

“I knew it you slut, you are loving this. Now stop fighting and let me get some leverage here.” He said as he pulled my hips back toward the edge of the bed. My legs hung limply over the side as he positioned himself on his knees, hands on my thighs to hold me in place. I looked over at the mirror on my wall, my abused tits were starting to redden with dark marks where his fingers had dug in. I closed my eyes and ground my teeth around the material in my mouth, submitting to this animal who had returned to claim his territory.

He pounded me hard, shoving his thick cock in and out of me while he groped my aching tits. The sound of his heavy breathing and occasional grunts of effort drowned out any moans or groans that I might have made.

It didn’t take him long to cum and I felt the hot jizz fill me as he blew his load. I whimpered as I watched myself in the mirror. The humiliation and pain I was feeling was compounded by the sound of his cruel laughter as he pulled out of me and slapped his slimy cock on my thigh. “Just like I remembered it, clean and tight. Well, not anymore at least.” He said as he grabbed his shorts off of the floor.

I rolled over, curling into a ball as I pulled my bound arms down and my knees up to my chest. Zack didn’t notice, he was already out of the room leaving the door open behind him. I lay there for a few moments, shaking and sobbing quietly before I pulled the cloth out of my mouth and used my teeth to untie the belt from around my wrists. Slowly I stood up and staggered to the bathroom. As I walked past my desk I looked down at my phone, the screen showing the feed from the webcam I had placed on the mirror. There was a clear image of my bed and the icon showed that it was still recording. I stopped it, saved it, then e-mailed it to myself at another account I had set up.

“Got you, you son of a bitch.”

The next day was Saturday, and after breakfast I went to Dan’s study where he was hunched over his laptop. I tossed my phone down on the desk, the video of Zack raping me playing on the display. “Checkmate, asshole.” I said with satisfaction as I stood back and crossed my arms.

Dan looked up at me, then down at the phone. As he picked it up I told him “Don’t think that you can destroy it by breaking the phone. I e-mailed it to two different accounts and I have it set to auto forward to the cops with a full description of what has been going on here in a week unless you agree to do what I say.

Dan put the phone down and turned his chair to look up at me, a small smile tugging at his normally grim mouth. “And just what would that be?”

“You two leave, I don’t care what you tell my mom but you are out of this house and out of our lives for good.” I said with a bit more gloating than I intended. I had him, I finally had him and I couldn’t wait to see him squirm.

“And if I say ‘no’.” He replied, his cold calculating eyes sending a shiver up my spine. “You saw what happened to Deborah, do you want that to happen to Barbara?”

“Fuck you and your threats. You can ship both of us off to your slaver friends, then this time next week the cops will show up and you and Zack will be finished.”

He looked back down at the phone, the recording had run its course and I was curled up on the bed sobbing pitifully after Zack had abused me. “Quite a performance.” He said. “And a pretty good plan, you certainly considered many of the outcomes and made the necessary arrangements. Then you goaded Zack into doing exactly what you knew he would do, but at a time and place of your choosing. I must say, I’m impressed.”

“I don’t care about your opinion, I want you out of this house and out of our lives.” I snarled back, god it was satisfying to finally put him in his place.

He set the phone down on the desk and leaned back in his chair. How could he remain so calm when his world was falling apart?

“Unfortunately, I think you mean Check instead of Checkmate. You see, checkmate means that you opponent has no moves left to them, and you have overlooked one very important move.”

I felt that ball of ice forming in my stomach, what had I missed? Zack was there on video raping me, the video was safe out of his reach, I was safe from reprisal, what could he do? “Don’t try to intimidate me, you and Zack are fucked so just accept it and get out.”

He chuckled, “No, no, you see that is your mistake. Zack is ‘fucked’, not me. Do it.”

I stood there for a few seconds, my mouth agape. Do what?

He gave a deep sigh, not the usual sigh of frustration or disappointment that I had heard so many times before. This was more a sigh of resignation, acceptance. I had heard those also, but from me not him.

“Send that video to the police. If you don’t, I will.”

I staggered back stunned.

He sighed again, then leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees his head hung down in what looked like exhaustion. “Zack is an animal, we have both seen it, and animals either need to be caged or put down. I had hoped that getting him away from his mother might help, but he is too far gone. In a couple of months, he will be away at college, surrounded by temptation, vice and almost no supervision. If this is how he acts now imagine what he will be like there.”

He leaned back, rubbing his hand through his hair. “I have been protecting him for years now. Paying off victims, arranging for him to have ‘company’ that are aware of his preferences and well paid to put up with them. I won’t be able to do it anymore and he will end up in jail anyway but after hurting many more people.”

He handed the phone back to me. “Send it, I will even help. Some of the women who have been Zack’s paid accompaniment will corroborate your story. It should be a pretty quick trial.”

I took the phone from him, still too stunned to do anything. It had been perfect, he was threatening my mom so I would threaten his son. I never though that he would sacrifice him, or that he would do it so willingly. Shit, I was doing him a favor here. Tears started welling in my eyes, I was so close, so certain and it had all fallen apart.

Dan stood and I flinched back. He reached out and I closed my eyes, cowering as I anticipating the blow. Instead I felt his hands on my shoulders, then he pulled me in to a gentle but firm embrace. I stood there, uncertain what to do, then I started crying. I sobbed, great racking sobs, and I wasn’t even sure what I was crying about. Disappointment, fear, frustration, pain, they all flowed out of me as I pressed my face into his chest and dampened his shirt with my tears.

He stroked my hair as he held me close. It was so alien, affection from this monster but I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t know how long I cried but when I finally stopped I held myself there for a few moments. The smell of him was manly, warm, and comforting and his embrace made me feel safe and protected. Finally I pushed myself back and looked up at him. His eyes were actually soft, his smile was approving and I felt a tingle of pride at somehow earning that from him.

He stepped back and I dashed the tears from my eyes. “That was a good plan, and it almost succeeded. You just didn’t understand your enemy well enough to know that what you valued is not what they valued, that is why it failed.”

“What, what should I do with this?” I murmured, gesturing to the phone in my hand.

He reached into his desk and handed me a business card. “Send it to this detective, I have worked with her before. She will contact me and I will make all of the arrangements. Don’t tell her I had anything to do with it, I need her to believe this is exactly what we want it to be. Zack has assaulted you several times but this time you had left your web camera on after recording a tic toc video. Anything else could be entrapment and he could get off, understood?”

I nodded and turned to leave. “Ashley.” He called and I turned back. “Once this is over, you and I need to talk. You tried to threaten me, and you will be punished for it. Understood?”

I nodded. Yes, I would be punished for what I did, but why the fuck was I looking forward to it. As I closed the door, I heard him starting to cough, the cough I had felt him suppressing while we embraced. It was getting worse.

The next day the police showed up and took Zack into custody. He screamed and fought, getting a face full of pepper spray for his troubles. Dan and Mom stood there looking disappointed and the detective took my statement. Yes, it had happened before, no, I wasn’t afraid to stay there, no I didn’t want to talk to anyone but I took the card anyway.

Later, there was a knock on my door then Dan stepped into my room. He had actually knocked, wtf? I looked up from where I sat on my bed, my fingers playing with the card the detective had left me.

“Dungeon, 30 minutes.” He said and turned to leave.

“What should I wear?” I asked hesitantly.

He turned back and looked me over with that familiar cold calculating stare, then a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I am angry with you. You can decide how to make me happy.”

Just under half an hour later I stepped up to the familiar soundproof door and took a deep breath. I turned the knob and walked in, my heels clicking on the hard concrete floor. I closed the door behind me and moved to the middle of the room, turning to face Dan who sat in his lounger. I clasped my hands in front of me, my legs together and my head looking down at the floor. “I am here.”

The room was quiet and I fought the urge to glance up but I could feel Dan’s eyes sliding over me, appraising my decision and what he was going to do about it.

My hair was loose, curled lightly and pulled over my right shoulder so it fell to just above my breasts. I had it pinned on the left side with sliver, glittery combs that twinkled in the harsh fluorescent light. I was wearing a white boned corset that cinched tight around my waist and pushed my tits up into an impressive display of cleavage. Silver earrings glittered in my ears and a sliver and chrome studded choker wrapped snugly around my neck. My pussy was shaved bare and seemed to shine in the light above the lace tops of the white thigh high stockings I had on. My feet were uncomfortable in the gleaming white platform heels I was wearing, but I was certain that this was only the beginning of my discomfort so I ignored them and focused on my breathing. I was trying to remain calm as the silence thundered in my ears, did he like it?

I heard the chair squeak as he rose but kept my eyes downcast, the sound of his footsteps telling me he was moving around me, appraising me from all angles. I clenched my butt and stiffened my shoulders, making my let and back muscles stand out as he moved behind me. I flinched when his hands touched my bare shoulders and felt goosebumps appear on my arms where his fingers gently slid down them. He took my wrists and slowly pulled them behind me, I resisted slightly and gasped as his hands tightened their grip in response.

I felt something being wrapped around my wrists. It wasn’t the familiar cool leather of the cuffs, instead if felt almost rubbery. I could twist them, but they snapped back as soon as I released the pressure. Soon my wrists were bound together with my palms facing each other. I grunted as my shoulders were pulled back, then moaned quietly when more of the strange material was wrapped around my upper arms. My elbows weren’t touching, but they were pulled together closer than I could have ever gotten them on my own. Somehow, the feeling of helplessness was even more pronounced and I felt my pussy start to get wet as he gave one final tug on the strap.

I felt his hands slide up my ass and over the leather of the corset. His warm breath tickled my ear as he leaned down over my right shoulder. “White, is it? Clean, innocent, virtuous, pure.” He murmured. “Just asking to be, defiled.”

Oh God, my knees got weak. How could he do that, how could he make me so aroused with just a word. Then I thought back, it wasn’t just a word but I had been thinking about this moment since I left his den yesterday afternoon. I had trouble sleeping last night as my mind flashed through all of the various ways he could punish me like he promised. After he gave me my summons, I put more effort in those 30 minutes than I did for my fourth-year exams. He had been preparing me for this moment ever since I arrived back home so long ago.

‘Defiled’. The word echoed in my head while his hands slid up my body. One hand traced a line of fire up my spine, under my hair to latch on to the back of my neck in a grip that just screamed control. The other slid down my stomach to gently caress the juncture between my crotch and thigh. I moaned again, twisting my hips in a vain attempt to put his fingers in my crotch. The hand on my neck tightened and I whimpered in frustration but remained still.

“I am satisfied with your appearance, but that does not excuse what you did.” He growled into my ear. “You challenged me, you threatened me, and you will pay for that. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes sir.” I whispered, my hands clenching, massaging his cock through his pants as they did. I leaned back, trying to rub my ass against his crotch but he pushed me forward.

“No, you have not yet completed your punishment in order to earn your pleasure.” He snapped, and pulled me around. I stumbled on my heels as he bent me over the padded bench, securing me in place with the wide strap attached to it. He slowly walked over to the wall where the punishment equipment hung, then looked back at me. My hair hung down as I twisted to watch him and my breasts were pressed against the black leather of the bench. I shuffled my legs to get my feet together in order to lift my ass higher, and in interlaced my fingers in the small of my back.

“I have decided that you will choose your punishment, however if I think it is not sufficient I will double it, understood?” I nodded my head, biting my lip nervously. “Good, now what should I use on you? Strap, crop, paddle, you may choose.”

God I was turned on, how had it come to this. I hated this man, I hated what he had done to us and just the other day was demanding he get out of my life. Now my pussy was wet as I watched him casually running his hands over a wall full of punishment tools. What had he done to me, what hold did he have that I hadn’t realized? Is this what mom saw in him? Someone so confident, so in control of everything you couldn’t help but surrender to his will?

“What will it be?” he snapped and I jerked back to reality. I looked at him as he tapped his fingers against his thigh then a flash of inspiration hit me.

“I want you to use your hand.” I said in a firm voice with a confidence that I didn’t feel. “That way, every time you hit me you will feel it too.”

I was pleasantly satisfied to see him blink in surprise, then that smile tugged at his lips again. I had impressed him I thought as a warm feeling spread through me.

“An interesting move Ashley, now how many times should I spank you for what you did? If I am not satisfied with your answer, I will double it.”

I had been considering this as well. “I am 22 years old, that should have been enough time to learn respect. I think you should hit me for each year that I have failed to do so.”

He walked over to where I was restrained, on hand sliding down my back and over my ass. I shivered at his touch and steeled myself for the spanking I had negotiated. His hand slid over the curve of my ass, gently caressing the smooth sensitive skin. I felt his fingers slide between my legs and squirmed as he probed my pussy lips. He said nothing but I knew he could feel how wet I was already.

“Your terms are acceptable; you will count the strokes.” He said, then I yelped as the first blow landed.

“One!” I called out, then “Two, three, four.” As he continued. He paused at five, his hand gently stroking my sore butt cheek. I heard him move around and he took up position on my other side, one hand firmly in the small of my back as he continued the punishment.

“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.” I whimpered, my voice no longer clear and firm. My ass burned, every blow like a nail being driven into my flesh and the pauses in between just made the pain of the next blow worse. I was biting my lip, tears oozing from beneath my clenched eyes.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I took a shuddering breath. “No, no, this is what I chose. I will take my punishment.”

Dan moved around where I could see him and crouched down so he could look me in the eye. “You have never really been treated like this, haven’t you?”

I shook my head, I couldn’t remember the last time I had been in this much pain. Even after what I had gone through over the last month, this deliberate and measured application of suffering was more than I could take.

He took my chin, lifting my head so I was looking at him. “Abiding by your agreement is admirable, but not when it isn’t the only option. Do you want to re-negotiate the deal?”

A flash of hope, then I paused. This had been my idea and I didn’t want him to think I was weak especially now that I had just started to earn his respect, but I had not realized just how much this was going to hurt. I closed my eyes and nodded, a feeling of shame bringing the tears now.

I felt his hand stroke my cheek, his thumb wiping away a tear and I looked up to see him crouching in front of me again. Strangely, he was smiling with that same look that he had given me when I showed him the video, a mix of pride and approval.

“Learning to accept that you made the wrong choice is actually more important than making the right one. You will be wrong more than you are right and accepting that before you get too committed is a skill that not many people have.”

I nodded dumbly, barely hearing his words as I was lost in his eyes. Their normal ice grey had somehow melted and they were actually warm and welcoming, wrinkling at the edges with the rare and priceless smile of approval he was giving me. I took a deep breath, my breasts pushing into the leather of the bench as I fought to hold back the tears I felt. This monster, this animal who had abused me and my mother for the last month and a half was actually human.

Then the moment was lost, he stood and stepped back crossing his arms in the businesslike pose I was so used to. “Well, what is your counterproposal?”

I gulped to get myself under control but I was still nervous that my voice would crack with emotion. A couple of breaths and I said in a voice full of confidence I didn’t feel “The last time I sucked your cock was when Claire was here, and she did most of the work. I propose that I show you what I have learned since then. Instead of punishment, I will pay my debt with pleasure.”

He paused, then nodded “I accept your terms, but you remain tied. I like it.” Soon I was unstrapped from the bench and tottering on unsteady legs as my ass throbbed with each movement. He walked past me, ignoring my struggles as he moved to the chair. His pants fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them before seating himself comfortably. I noticed with satisfaction that cock was already semi-hard but I still shuddered at the sheer immensity of it. I gulped and steeled myself, I wouldn’t fail twice.

I gritted my teeth and slowly walked the short distance to where he sat. Ignoring the pain I crossed my legs in front of each other as I tried to achieve the same sensual swaying strut that Clair pulled off so naturally. When I reached him, I paused, legs slightly apart and one hip thrust out. If my hands were free, one of them would be on my hip while the other would trace the line of my cleavage above the white leather bustier of my corset. Instead, I took a breath to thrust my chest out and softly ran my tongue over my lips.

Dan looked up at me, his face a mask but I noticed that his cock twitched at my display and a small smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. I was doing it, he couldn’t wait for me but I could make him, I was in charge now. I slowly knelt before him, it was awkward with my hands tied but I managed to do it and his eyes followed me with a hint of eagerness. I sensually rolled my shoulders as I settled between his legs, my ass was screaming in pain but I blocked it out. With a toss of my head to get my hair out of my face, I leaned forward to gently kiss the tip of his cock.

“Thank you for agreeing to this, I hope you will find my services satisfactory.” I murmured as my lips slid slowly over the thick head of his prick while my tongue gently massaged his piss hole. His cock swelled in my mouth, becoming rigid and even thicker than I remember as I turned my head and kissed my way down the long shaft. I looked up at him through my dark lashes, my eyes as wide as I could make them and I hoped twinkling with the same look of mischief that I had seen in Claire’s that night. I saw his hand twitch, as if he was fighting the urge to grab my hair and take control of the situation. I sighed with satisfaction and his cock jumped as my cool breath flowed over it.

I tugged at my bonds, instinctively trying to reach out and cup his balls like Claire had showed me. Instead I leaned down and nuzzled them with my nose, my lips giving them gentle butterfly kisses as my tongue slid up the seam between them. Dan’s legs flexed, pressing against my shoulders so I continued, moving from one ball to the other as I listened to his breath speed up. With a final kiss I rose up to lick the underside of his now rock hard cock all of the way to the tip before slowly taking it in my mouth.

I moaned, both for effect and in dirty self-pleasure as his thick shaft filled my mouth. I hated this man, but here, now I was enjoying myself. He groaned as I sucked as much of his shaft in as I could. Nowhere near what Claire or Mom could achieve but I pushed as far down as I could with my tongue sliding around the thick member filling my mouth. I held it there, sucking and licking, twisting my head around his prick in a corkscrew motion all the while moaning quietly in satisfaction.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dan’s hands clench again, his fingers digging into the plush leather of the armchair. I had done that, I had made him react to me just like he made me react like a programmed machine. I repeated the motion and his hand clenched into a fist while I felt the cock in my mouth throb. He was getting close so I backed off, slowly sliding up until my pink lips were barely kissing the tip.

I looked up at him, his eyes were closed and his head back lost in the sensation. I quickly flicked my tongue up the bottom of his shaft and he jumped with a sharp intake of breath. I could see his eyes clench in pleasurable frustration. I could stop right now, stop and leave him like this. The punishment would be severe but I would have won. I briefly thought about it then slowly slid my mouth back down his cock, the reward was not worth the cost I heard his voice say in my head and he moaned again as I twisted my mouth around his shaft.

I felt his cock throb again, he was going to cum soon and I didn’t want to tease him any longer. I bobbed my head up and down like a piston, the head of his prick striking the back of my throat and threatening to gag me. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t get more than a third of his cock in my mouth but that didn’t seem to matter. His fingers dug into the arms of the chair as his ass clenched and I felt his body vibrate. I braced myself and soon his cum exploded into my mouth.

It was like a firehose and I struggled to swallow as spurt after hot spurt exploded on my tongue. I kept my lips latched firmly on his shaft, making sure that no jizz leaked out as my throat worked hard to clear my mouth before the next explosion. Finally, after what seemed like a gallon of cum he stopped. With a long sigh he melted back into the chair and I relaxed and took a breath. The smell of leather and cum filled my nostrils as I slowly backed off of the thick penis, my tongue working to catch any last drops.

I leaned back, my sore ass forgotten in the satisfaction of what I had just accomplished. I was kneeling at his feet, in heels and stockings with my arms tied behind my back but I had taken control. I decided when and if he would be satisfied and the feeling of power made me smile as I licked my lips. I looked up at him as he took another deep breath, then his eyes opened and he looked down at me. For a moment we sat there, just watching each other in silence.