Chapter 12: Lisa Gets Anxious Over Terri's Disappearance

Ron led Lisa from the room, out to the limo and threw her into the back, still gagged, bound and naked. He left, but returned just minutes later with a hood, and placed the hood over her head, so that she couldn't see where he was taking her. He then got in, and drove her back to her house. He took her into the house, pulling on her leash, as he led her across the yard. Once inside of the house, he pushed her down onto the couch, still bound and gagged. He reached down, grabbing her legs, and spread them wide apart, before thrusting his swelling prick into her. After dumping a load of cum into her, he got up, dressed and left, leaving her still bound and gagged, and with the hood still blinding her, so that she didn't even know where she was.

As the day drug on, she had slipped off of the couch, and was now lying on the floor. Unable to hold her bladder off any longer, she wet herself. Brian returned home late, having been forced to work until after seven o'clock. As he walked into the dark house, he heard a muffled cry. Turning on the living room lights, he found her curled up, hooded, bound, and gagged, lying on the floor, not far from her own excrement.

As Brian pulled his wife to her feet, he pulled the hood off of her face, and removed her gag. He stood behind her, and began to untie her hands, when he noticed the 'D' that had been burnt deep into her ass by the sizzling branding iron. As he began to question his wife about what had happened to her, she just stood there silently, her eyes trying to adjust to the lights, while she tried to get her mouth to move, after having been gagged for over twelve hours. Seeing his wife's enlarged, puffy lips, now cracked and bleeding, having gotten overly dry and brittle, he rushed into the kitchen, and returned with a glass of water. Parched and close to dehydrated, Lisa slowly began to sip the water, not able to take too much at a time.

Finally able to speak, she told told him of what she had seen and heard after the poker game this morning. Ron's cheating, their plan to ensnare and blackmail Terri, as they had Lisa. Determined to make sure that neither sister could live a normal life again.

Lisa and Brian sat there for the rest of the evening, trying to figure out how to help Terri and themselves, but were unable to find a solution. So Ron cheated, so that they would have a tape of Terri begging for, and having sex with a dog. Even with this knowledge, it was already too late. They had their tape against Terri now, and already had plenty against both Brian and Lisa.

Lisa spent the next two weeks thinking of Terri. Not hearing from her sister, Danielle or anyone else of that group, for that matter. Lisa spent each day afraid that the phone that she had been given would ring, or that Brian would return with some piece of bad news, like before. Relieved, as each day passed without anyone calling on her, to further her degradation. Yet deeply troubled not having heard from her sister, and still not knowing of Terri's fate.

As the end of the second week passed, Brian was sent out of town on business again. They had changed all of their locks, on all the doors, before he left, unsure anymore, who now had a key to their house. She began to finally feel comfortable at home again, but still didn't allow Brian to touch her.

Then, just two days after Brian had left on his business trip, she received a call on her cell phone. She answered the phone saying, "Hello." There was no response, and after waiting for a little bit, she said, "Hello." again. As there was still no reply, she was ready to hang up, when she heard a cry, a long, muffled cry. The cry of a woman gagged. She had heard the muffled cry, it had a rhythm to it.

"It must be Terri." she thought, and from the rhythm of her cries, she must be getting raped by someone, or something, but she was unsure of which. She then asked, "Terri is that you?" Still there was no answer, just the continued muffled crying. "Terri, are you alright?" she asked, but still no response, just the continued crying of someone coming over the phone, in a rhythm that she recognized as that of a woman being fucked against her will, something she herself had become very familiar with herself, unfortunately. The crying then increased, both in intensity as well as volume, just before the phone went dead.

She sat there shocked, looking at the now silent phone. What were they doing to Terri? Why had they called her? She just had to know, and called to speak to Brian, but she could never catch him in his hotel room. She waited until the next day and tried again, but still no luck. Where could he be, and why wasn't he returning her calls. Worried about her sister, and not knowing where else to turn, she called to speak to Mr. Kelly. Having gotten no answer from Ron or Carl's house, and Mike's number had been disconnected.

She was put on hold, and left there holding on, until the line was dropped on four tries. She saw no other alternative, so she decided to go see him in person. She had to know what was happening to Terri.

...

James Kelly had gone for over a year without being able to get an erection. He had been impotent ever since the night his wife had caught him with Terri. Danielle had chased him around the house with a knife that night. When she finally got him cornered, she had placed the blade of the knife right on his prick. She rubbed the blade across his cock, and told him what she was going to do to him for cheating on her. She told him that she would cut off his cock and stuff it down his throat, explaining how much she would enjoy it, and that she'd do nothing to help him, as she left him to bleed to death, once removing his cheating prick. He was crying, scared that she would really do it.

She had always been the dominate partner in their relationship. He could take charge of a project, manage an office of over 300 people, and wrap up a ten million dollar business deal, but when it came to Danielle, he had always been a push over, and she had dominated him. He couldn't stand up to her, always having done as she asked.

She had cut his dick that evening, but it wasn't really serious, just nicking the skin to prove a point, but it had been enough to make him lose his sex drive. They hadn't made love since, as his dick hadn't even twitched until that night with Lisa.

That night, as he watched the young wife, bent over the table, being taken against her will, by stranger after stranger, he felt something that he hadn't felt in a long time. Knowing that she was there, and allowing these strangers to fuck her in front of him, just because she believed that's what he wanted, gave him a sense of power over her, which made him hard. Knowing that he could control her, the way he was being controlled by Danielle, his prick had gotten erect that night, as he watched her taken by the men at the restaurant and his cock stayed that way, as he watched her ravaged by the black teens in the alley. He stayed erect right up until Danielle had touched it the next morning. The minute that she touched it, he felt it begin to go limp, and was barely able to orgasm in her mouth, before shriveling up from her touch.

As his attention was drawn to the knock on his door, he snapped out of his day dream, and looked up. His secretary, an elderly woman in her sixties, was standing in the door way.

"Yes Alice" he said in his commanding voice.

"There's a young women here to see you. It's Brian Brennan's wife sir."

As he sat there shocked, Alice came into his office. He knew he couldn't see her and said, "Tell her I'm in a meeting."

"I did sir. She says it's an emergency, and she has to see you."

Knowing that he couldn't stop his desires, if he saw her again, and not wanting to tempt fate, he said, "I don't care, and I don't have time for this. Get her out of here Alice."

As the older women turned, and began to close the door, Lisa tried to bolt past her into Mr. Kelly's office. Alice grabbed her and tried to hold her back as she closed her boss's door.

"Oh Please Master. I have to talk to you! Just give me a minute." Lisa cried, struggling to get past his secretary. Hearing her hopeless voice calling him Master, and seeing the pleading in her eyes, he knew that he had to see her.

"Alice"

"I'm sorry sir, I told her to have a seat. I..."

"That's okay Alice let her in and close the door please. Hold all of my calls." He calmly said, having made up his mind.

As Lisa sat down on the couch in his office, James' dick twitched. Here she was, and he had total control over her. His feeling of power and manliness welled up inside of him. His dominance over the young lady unquestioned.

As the door closed, Lisa began, "Master, I have to know what happened to Terri. I got a call and no one was there, but in the background, I could here a muffled cry. I just have to know if she's OK and what Danielle has done to her." and then she began to cry.

James sat back in his chair, unsure of how to answer her question. Deciding that no answer would sound better than the truth, he told her, "Danielle chartered a jet, and flew down to Mexico with Terri, Ron, Mike and Carl. The next day she called, and had me send Brian there on a business trip, to join them. I haven't seen or heard from any of them since they left."

Lisa sat there stunned, not sure what else to say, or ask. Looking at the girl, and the blank stare on her face he prodded her on. "Any other questions slave?"

Now having some time to ponder his answer, she asked, "What are they doing in Mexico?"

James smiled broadly and said, "Well I am afraid that my wife doesn't keep me in the loop on the specifics, but I do know that Brian insisted on joining them, and had wanted to go all along. It took Danielle an extra day, before she agreed to let him join their little party."

Lisa was stunned by this news. Why would Brian have insisted on going with them? Did he feel the need to protect Terri? Did he know something he hadn't told her?

Mr. Kelly could no longer resist. He stood up from his desk, a tent in his pants and walked over to the door, turning the knob and locking the door. Lisa, hearing the click of the lock, suddenly began to think that this might not have been such a good idea. As he approached his prey, he saw the fear in her eyes, and knew that it was well placed.

He stood over her and said, "Slave, I want to see you naked." Lisa sat there looking up at him, not making a move. "Now Slave! Take your clothes off."

She knew that she had to obey him, and began to undress. He was relieved that she had done as he had told her, not knowing what he would have actually done if she had refused. He stood there watching her remove her clothes. As she slid her panties down her legs, he held his hand out, gesturing for her to put them in his hand. As she placed her panties in her master's hands, she noticed the small wet spot forming in his pants. Seeing her gaze on his cock, he ordered her to, "Take it out slave."

Lisa began to unbutton his trousers. As she unzipped his pants, he reached out and touched her face, running his finger over her enlarged lips and across her cheeks. As she lowered his pants, and pulled his underwear down, she saw his cock for the first time. After all her experiences with men, she found his cock rather small and lacking thickness. There was also a funny scar across the top of his shaft. As she examined her master's pitiful tool, a smirk came across her face. Seeing her expression, as she looked at his prick, James got angry and yelled, "Slut!" as he slapped her across her face. The blow knocking her off of the couch and onto the floor.

Furious by her reaction, he grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her to her feet. He slapped her again, harder than the first time. As she fell to the floor again, he grabbed the phone from the table next to the couch, and pulled the cord out of the wall. Taking the phone cord, he wrapped it around her neck twice, and then began to pull her to her feet.

As he placed the cord around her neck, Lisa feared for her life, and began to scream, afraid that he would kill her right there, right then. As he tightened his grip on the cord, she tried to get away from him, for which she received a knee to the stomach, knocking the air out of her for her trouble. Falling to the floor from the blow, she felt her life being squeezed out of her body.

James stood over his slave, content to choke the bitch to death. He had never struck a woman before today, however, he had felt humiliated and ashamed when this little slut smirked at him, after seeing his prick. Who the hell did she think she was? He had seen her with... well anyway, who was she to look at him like that?

As he watched her eyes flutter, and her screams weakened, he realized that he had no choice but to release her. Not troubled by her screams, he had gotten his office sound proofed years ago. That allowed him to scold his employees in total privacy, but he had never dreamed of doing anything like this to anyone, except maybe Danielle, his bitch of a wife, who had treated him so badly for so many years.

As he loosened his grip on the cord, she began to suck in the air, trying to refill her deprived lungs. His cock was stiffer now than he could ever remember it being his whole life. He dragged her onto the couch and pulled her ass over the arm. He gazed down to see the 'D' branded into her burnt flesh. After over two weeks, it still looked fresh. She had refused to seek medical attention, even though it may have been infected, because she was so ashamed of it.

Deciding the better of it, he flipped his slave over still holding onto the phone cord. Looking down at her panties, that he still held in his other hand he shoved them into her gasping mouth. Taking his now free hand, he threw one of her legs away from her body, and glared down at her still hairless cunt.

Feeling his power over her again, he stepped up to her and drove his cock deep into her pussy. Basking in his feeling of power, he lifted his head up in victory. As his gaze rose, he saw the picture of his wife Danielle on the wall staring at him. Her eyes piercing through him from the photograph, and he froze. His erection fell, as he stared back at the photo of his evil wife.

Lisa's eyes opened, looking at her attacker, as his now limp cock slipped from her pussy. Unsure of what had happened, but knowing that he had only thrust into her once, and didn't leave his seed.

She looked at her master, unsure as to what to do. He stepped away from her yelling, "Get out! Get out of here!"

Lisa was shocked by this turn of events, as she quickly pulled her blouse and pants back on, not even bothering to take her panties out of her mouth, or untangling the phone cord from her neck. As she hurriedly put on her clothes, he said, "Meet me at Danielle's play house tonight at six, you've got the address bitch."

She grabbed her bra from the floor and pulled the panties out of her mouth, as she unlocked the door, and left his office. The phone cord still dangling from her neck, with red welts now forming where he had choked her with it. She hurried out of the office, trying to stuff her bra and panties into her pocket, not looking up at any of the men or women, as she scurried from the building.

James Kelly sat behind his desk, humiliated and ashamed. Even when she was a thousand miles away, somehow his wife still was able to control him. Thinking back on what had just happened, he vowed to have Lisa, no matter what.

Knowing that he would need help, he called the restaurant that Danielle had made him take Lisa to before. He tried as best as he could to make a special arrangement, like he had gotten before. The man on the other end seemed clueless, and Mr. Kelly was unable to come out and say exactly what he was looking for, to get his date gang raped by the patrons like before. He hung up the phone, never having made a reservation.

James sat there contemplating his options for twenty minutes, when it hit him. He pulled out his wallet, and took Scott's business card from it. Scott had given him the card that night in the alley, while Lisa was being raped by the street punks. he dialed the number and waited. When the phone was picked up, it was a machine. "Hello, this is Scott's Custom Productions. Currently we're out doing a shoot out of town, but should be back in 6 to 8 weeks. Leave your message at the beep.

"Damned!" he thought. He now didn't know who to turn to. Danielle had set up everything before now, he had tried to stay totally uninvolved. He popped in the tape from that first night at the play house. As he watched Andy tying Lisa to the table, he saw his opportunity.

It was 4:05 when he asked his secretary to find Andy's parents phone number. He was able to give her the boy's last name, and the street that he should be on. She seemed confused by his request, but knowing better than to question her boss, she quickly found the number for him.

He dialed Andy's parent's house and waited for it to be picked up. Questioning his own decision to bring the boy back into it, but not knowing where to else to turn. Andy answered the phone on the fourth ring sounding winded, "Yea, hello."

James waiting a few seconds replied "Hello Andy. This is James Kelly, perhaps you remember me."

"Look dude, if this is about the videos on e-bay, I stopped selling them when your wife told me to stop. I don't know who's selling the custom videos. I thought that it must have been you guys." Andy stammered out, obviously worried about what Danielle would do to him.

"What? No this is not about the videos. I would like to make you an offer. You showed great promise in how you used Lisa. I would like to see what you could throw together for her again." he told the boy.

"Really dude? That's awesome! I've really missed,... well you know." he replied.

"Yes, I know. How about you be at my wife's place at 6:30 tonight? Could you keep it simple. I know this is a last minute thing." James said to the kid.

"Sure, I got a great idea." Andy replied.

As Lisa walked into her house, cursing herself. Why had she gone to the office? She know new only a little more than she did when she had left. Except now, she had attracted Mr. Kelly's attention again, and had to submit to more abuse. She looked at the time, and knew that she had to get ready. After showering and putting on her make-up she went to the closet to find something to wear. She no longer had the gowns Mr. Kelly had sent her in the past, and had thrown out must of her own more revealing clothing. Not sure what he expected from her, she flipped through the clothes on the hangers.

She then saw it, as she glanced down while looking through her remaining clothes. On the floor, in the back of the closet, she found a dry cleaning bag hanging over a hanger. Curious, she picked it up and took it to the bed. Removing the bag from the hanger, she saw that it was her skirt and top from the first poker game. She knew that Brian must have had it cleaned, and hid it from her. In a fit of rage, she picked up the clothes and threw them in the trash can, thinking that she never wanted to wear that outfit ever again.

She returned to the closet, and spent thirty minutes trying to find something that she thought would satisfy Mr. Kelly, not wanting to anger him. She gave up, as she had thrown away everything that was the least bit sexy. She walked back into the bedroom, and glanced at the time. "Shit! I'm going to be late!" she thought, and knew that she had to hurry up. Not seeing anything else, she grabbed the clothes that she had just thrown away, from the trash, and put them on. Looking at herself in the mirror, before she left, and she was horrified. Her once tight t-shirt was now too small for her enlarged breasts, and were busting out of the low cut top. Even with her pouty lips, and her hair a different color and style, she saw herself as the slut that they had made her into.

She got there three minutes late, and was fearful of what punishment she would face for her tardiness. As she walked to the house, she saw the for sale sign in the front yard of the home.

She knocked on the door, and heard Mr. Kelly tell her to come in. As she entered, she noticed that the house looked empty, as all the furniture was gone. Mr. Kelly was on his cell phone in the kitchen and he hung up the phone just as she walked in.

They spent the next twenty minutes standing in the kitchen, neither one of them speaking. Lisa stood in the center of the kitchen, while Mr. Kelly leaned against the counter, occasionally walking around her, silently looking over her body. He noted that she had lost several pounds since the first video that he had seen of her, but even as thin as she was now, she still looked incredible. Finally, a knock on the front door broke the awkward silence.

"Get the door slave." He finally said.

She was shocked as she opened the door, and saw Andy standing in front of her. She had felt confident, that after that day with Terri and the poker game, that she would never have to be face to face with him again.

Smiling, Andy said "Hello Lisa. It's so good to see you again."

Lisa stood there speechless, not knowing what to say to the punk.

"What's a matter babe, not happy to see me?" he asked, as her walked by her, carrying a large duffle bag, and a couple of folding chairs. Following Andy into the house, was his father and a couple of Andy's cousins. All of the men carried in chairs, and then a large, folding, round, wooden table was rolled in by none other than their neighbor, Dr. Rosenbloom.