Chapter 8
Josephine went back to work in a few days, long before she thought she'd be able to. She told everybody she'd been sick and kept very much to herself, vowing to forget the whole terrible incident.
But her body wouldn't let her. The perverse desire that horrid night of rape had unleashed in her came back. She found herself rubbing her pussy in rising desperation, even when she was pissing. In bed at night, she tried to bring herself to the pitch of lust she wanted. But she couldn't do it, not even when she put clamps on her own nipples and pussy. Then she ran into Jake again.
He leered down at her, his strong face alive with lust, and invited her out for the weekend. She pushed him aside and told him to get lost.
"You'll come back!" he jeered as she hurried off. Josephine was shaking all over and almost unable to continue with her work for several hours. Jake continued lying in wait for her, laughing and offering her another weekend like the one she'd had before.
She was close to the end of her tether. She couldn't go back and willingly suffer the degradations that would be heaped on her by Jake and his friends- but she needed that horrible, depraved sex so badly it made her weak to think about it. Every day she hated Jake more, for she was sure she'd break in End and go back to suffer that horrible pain, anything for the orgasms it would give her.
Then Perry, one of the doctors, asked her to a concert.
"Okay, Perry," she said. "Fine, I'll go."
She had no idea why she'd said that. It just seemed that anything would help her get her mind off Jake.
She knew Perry was far too nice to do anything as depraved as whip her, or chain her up, or anything else she wanted, but she prepared very carefully for the date. She went out and bought herself things she would never have bought before. And a dress that was slit up the thigh, discreetly, but revealingly. And she made up carefully, making sure her lovely face looked just a little bit sluttish.
She knew her efforts had an effect when she met Perry. His eyes widened a little as his gaze ran down her figure, over the dress and the black stockings that ran down to the high heels that pushed her legs into the most wonderful of shapes. But he was far too nice to comment on it.
As they came out of the concert, there was an incident that Josephine was sure would destroy the entire night.
Jake was waiting for them. He blocked their way. "Hi," Jake said..
Josephine could tell he'd been drinking.
"Excuse me," Perry said and started to push around him.
"Y'know what ya got there?" Jake sniggered, nodding at Josephine.
Josephine blushed and hung her head. The one chance she might have had for a decent relationship was vanishing. If Jake talked too much, Perry would toss her aside at once.
"Yes," Perry said levelly, "I know what I've got here."
"Real bitch, y'know that? Y'know what she wants?"
"Obviously she doesn't want you," Perry said, his gaze hard. "Now, if you'll just get out of my way." He started to push past Jake again.
"Nah, listen, I gotta tell ya about that-"
"Get out of my way!" Perry snapped.
"You listen the fuck to me!" Jake snarled back. "You wanna know what that . .
Perry gently pushed him aside. Jake swung a punch.
Josephine didn't see exactly what happened. There was a blur as Perry moved, his arm went up, there was a solid thud and Jake was on the sidewalk, clutching his neck, coughing and gasping for breath.
Perry reached down and pulled Jake up by his collar. "Get the fuck out of here!" he demanded. "And stay out. And keep away from her. Or else! Got that?"
Jake coughed and choked, but he managed to nod.
"Come on," Perry said, taking Josephine's arm. In a daze, Josephine walked past Jake, her legs unsteady as she saw him crouched,'still trying to get his breath. He looked up at her, and their eyes met for an instant.
Josephine understood how much Jake wanted her. His eyes made that much clear. Her head spun, but she turned back to follow Perry, her emotions in a turmoil.
Suddenly, she could see Perry in a new light. She bad never known he could be so powerful, so masterful. The touch of his hand on her arm made her pussy pulsate with the most delicious, submissive desire.
"How about coming back to my place for a drink?" she gasped as soon as she could get her voice under control.
Perry stopped and looked at her, smiling gently. "Sure," he said. "Sounds great."
The whole idea was crazy, she knew. But, after the way Perry had dealt with Jake, the hope wouldn't leave her.
She got Perry settled with a drink and made one for herself. She'd laid things out, inconspicuously, but ready if her fantasy should come true. She 'could hardly keep her breathing under control as she slid onto the sofa beside him. The lights were low, the music playing. She let her dress slide up her thighs, showing him the tops of her stockings.
"Thank you for saving me from that horrible man," she breathed.
"Can't let assholes get in your way," he said casually.
Josephine moved closer, letting her perfume waft over him. "You were so strong, so wonderful," she breathed, her fingers sliding over the top of her dress, playing with the top of the zipper that ran right down the front.
His eyes were slightly mocking as they ran over her. "His type are all bluster," he murmured, taking a drink. "They'll bully a woman, but can't take it from a man."
Josephine thought she was going to fall apart. Everything depended on the next few moments, and she had to risk everything. She moved a little closer.
"But you were so wonderful!" she cooed, easing the zipper of her dress down a little.
His smile grew slightly more mocking. He took a slow drink, his eyes on her while she played with her dress zipper. He slowly moved his hand behind her neck as he put his drink down. Inch by inch, he pulled her closer.
Josephine let herself be pulled in until her lips were only a few inches from his. Then she snapped away.
Or thought she would snap away. He seemed to know exactly what she was going to do. His hand tightened instantly, and she jolted to a stop.
"Perry?" she asked in mock shock. "What are you trying to do? I'm not that kind of girl!"
He grinned at her, his hand still keeping her face close to his. "Funny," he murmured. "I had you down as a lovely girl who didn't know who she really was, not as a cock-tease. Oh, well." He let her go.
She jerked back and almost fell off the sofa.
"Pity," he said as he started to get up.
"You're not man enough to take it from me!" Josephine blurted, jumping up. She faced him, trembling.
His mocking smile widened and he stood up, moving very close to her. "I see," he said.
Josephine almost passed out because she knew, from the intensity of his gaze that he did see, and that be wasn't condemning her for it. The desire in his eyes matched hers, and she moaned with expectation.
"So," he breathed, sliding a finger over her mouth, "so I have to take it by force."
"I wouldn't give it to you if you tied me up and whipped me!" Josephine snarled.
"Big words, lady," he murmured, his eyes on hers, his finger on her lips. "I know your kind.. . all talk. One stroke of a whip, and you'll be begging for mercy."
"Try me!" Josephine gasped, and she bit his finger. She held on, her teeth biting hard, her eyes on fire.
He didn't even flinch. As she kept her teqth clamped on his finger, he reached up and pulled out the clips holding her blonde hair, letting it cascade down her back.
"Better," he said as Josephine gasped in the most terrible ecstasy. "Now, let go of my finger."
Josephine moaned as she obeyed. She looked at the deep marks in his skin, wanting to fall to her knees right there and promise him anything. But she knew she couldn't-not yet.
"Bend over that chair," he said, nodding at her low-backed arm chair.
"Make me!" Josephine breathed. Her head was spinning. She couldn't decide which path to take- fight, or total submission.
"Sure," he said softly and grabbed her wrist.
She gave a low shriek as he pulled her to the chair. He must have spotted the ropes she'd left lying unobtrusively in the fireplace, for be had two of them and had her pushed over the chair in no time.
"Fucker!" Josephine spat at him as he grabbed one of her wrists and lashed the rope around it in seconds. "You can't make me do anything!"
She gasped as he put the second rope to her other wrist. He swung the ropes around the two front legs of the chair, lashing them tight, leaving her pulled down over the back, her ass thrust up, her pussy rubbing into the padded chair back.
Josephine was already almost coming. Her most extreme fantasies were coming true. Under his gentle exterior, Perry was a real master, as hard as steel. He would take everything he wanted from her.
She played the game as he took hold of her ankles, kicking and snarling at him while her pussy rubbed on' the chairback, sending the most delicious spasms of lust rushing all over her.
"You keep your hands off me, fucker!" she cried. "I won't give in to you-never!"
"Right, lady," he said softly.
With all her kicking and squirming, he still had her ankles lashed to the back legs of the chair in no time, making her absolutely helpless on the chair back.
Josephine gasped and moaned, pulling at the bonds, her body throbbing with the most wonderful excitement. Her blonde hair cascaded to the floor and her wonderful tight ass jutted up as she waited for Perry to discipline her.
He took his time. Josephine had laid out several rods on the top of a dresser. They were inr!ocent enough on their own, but Josephine hoped he would get the hint, and he did. He opened the dresser and there, inside, were all the whips, bonds and clamps he could want. He didn't say a word, just rummaged through them and then came back with one of the rods.
Josephine choked, her tits heaving, hot rushes of climax bursting inside her pussy. She twisted her neck to look at him, and another flood of cunt~juice rushed into her panties. He slid his hand over her ass, working her dress up, over her Stocking tops, revealing the full wonder of her luscious legs.
"Last chance," be said softly. "After this, it's pain every time you fight me."
"Fuck off!" Josephine snarled. "I wouldn't let you do anything to me. I know your type. You'll whip me a couple of times and come in your pants. Fuck, you men are useless, you know that? Shoot once and you can't get it up again!" She wanted to moan that she'd do anything for him, for the touch of his expert hand on her ass was driving her out of her mind.
He laughed softly and worked her dress up over her wonderful ass-cheeks.
"Yes," he said appreciatively, sliding a finger into the edge of her tight black panties and easing them into the crack of her ass. "Beating some sense into this sweet ass is gonna be better than anything I ever did."
"Sense?" Josephine spat. "Just fuck off!"
She strained against the bonds, feeling the wonder-
- ful surges of lust breaking all over her. She turned as far as she could and saw him lift the rod over her ass. She gasped, her thighs already jerking as she waited for the blow.
The rod lashed into her ass. She jerked, screaming in a guttural wail as the agony rushed at the lust !n her body and erupted into climax.
"Fucker!" she gasped. "You mean fucker!"
The rod lashed her once more, beating the thin line of pain into her ass. She came again, her whole body was trembling as the rushes of fuck-lust burst through her. Gasping and moaning, she rasped her pussy on the chair back through her little panties, shamelessly driving herself into more powerful climaxes.
"Just tell me when you want to obey," Perry said, whipping her ass hard, the rod beating a thin line of crimson agony into her ass-flesh.
Josephine lurched as the unrestrained lust pulsed through her. "Never!" she screamed in weird ecstasy. "Never. . . aagghh! Yes, never!"
"Come on, lady, I know you," Perry said, whipping her heaving ass-cheeks again. "Just a couple more, and you'll give in."
"Uurrhh! Never!" Josephine screamed as she came, her ass jerking up for the rod, her pussy soaking the chair back.
Perry lashed her ass and her orgasms surged higher. She pulled at the bonds, the very grip they had on her making her climaxes burst harder in her guts. And Perry was whipping her exactly as she needed, the rod beating into her ass at the peak of every heave, just the way she needed it to fuel her lust. She.gasped, coming harder, rushing up to the wonderful peak she had never reached during that horrible night of rape with Jake and his barbaric friends.
"Never . . . aagghh! Yes, yes, oohh, yesss, darling.. . yess, please, ohhh, please, give it to me, yessss! Aaaggbh! Please, hurt me, I need to be hurt! Yes, darling, please!" Her heaving ass jerked back and the rod lashed it, sending her over the crest she sought so badly.
And Perry could do it to her so easily.
She gasped and gurgled as the orgasm screamed through her and rushed away, leaving her utterly satisfied and desperate for more at the same time.
The rod slid on her ass, stroking her menacingly.
"Ready to obey me?" Perry asked.
"Ooooh, yes, yes, darling! Anything you want, anything!" Josephine moaned.
He pulled the bonds clear of her hands. She moaned with joy and stood up. Her dress slid down over her ass and hands as she rubbed her sore ass-flesh and shivered with perverse excitement.
Perry stood and smiled at her. "I don't believe you mean it," be said softly.
"Ooooh, darling, I do, really I do!" Josephine gasped. "Anything you want, anything!"
"Prove it," he said softly. "Bend back down over the chair and beg me for six more strokes."
Josephine came as she moaned and rubbed her pussy on the chair back. Everything he did showed that he was the, perfect masterful man she wanted. She slid her tongue over her lips and bent forward, working her dress up over her whipped ass. Her legs were still bound to the back legs of the chair, and that only gave her an extra pulse of passion.
"Please, darling, give me six more strokes," she moaned, craning up her face to look at him. "You don't know how bad I really am. I deserve so much punishment! Please, whip me, whip me!"
He walked behind her and she moaned with pleasure, thrusting her ass out at him, rubbing it with her hands, pulling her ass-cheeks open for him.
He grinned and pushed her hands away. The rod lashed her ass and Josephine came, screaming in submissive lust, begging for more. Her ass thrust out for the strokes, and she even begged Perry for six more when he finished.
"Please, darling, just a few more! I need them to come again!" she begged.
She got them. They drove her over the crest of her orgasm once more, sending her up to the peak and over until she collapsed once again, weeping with satisfaction.
Perry pulled the bonds off her ankles, and she fell to the carpet, crawling across to him, sobbing with joy.
"Oh, darling, please, let me suck your cock!" she begged.
"Take that dress off!" he snapped. "Yes, yes, darling, but please, let me suck your cock!" Josephine wailed as she slid the zipper down the front of her dress.
She'd meant to tease him with her body, but she couldn't think of that now. Her eyes were on the massive cock-bulge in his pants, and she wanted to suck his cock so badly it was making her mouth water. She pulled herself up, sliding the dress down, revealing the little black slip she wore. Her tits didn't need a bra, and she knew the lacy top of the slip was exciting enough.
"Mmnn!" he said, his eyes running over her figure. "You oughta be whipped just for keeping that gorgeous body out of my reach for so long!"
"Oooh, yes, darling, anything you want!" Josephine cried, falling back to her knees, crawling to him. She held her bared tits, squeezing them for him, showing him their luscious softness. "Whip them!"
"Later," he said, sliding the rod over her rigid nipples. "I wanna see if you suck cock well enough to keep."
"Oh, darling!" Josephine moaned, crawling to him and sliding down his zipper, reaching inside for his cock. "I'll suck you so good, so much, any time, any way you want!" She gasped and gurgled as she felt his enormous, slightly curving cock. "Ohhhh, fuck,it's wonderful!" She pulled his prick out. "I'll show you how I suck cock!" She sank her mouth over the thick cock-head.
She knew she had him the moment she slid his massive hard-on into her throat and worked her soft mouth over it. His expression stayed hard, but his cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth.
"So, you want me?" he asked, running his hand in her hair.
Gasping and sobbing, Josephine slid her mouth back up his cock, licking at that wonderful hard prick. "Oh, yes, darling, please!"
"I'm very demanding," he said.
"Anything you want," Josephine whispered, licking his prick, out of her mind with passion.
"Total submission," he said matter-of-factly. Josephine came, just sucking his cock-head. "Yes, yes, darling, anything!"
"I need it five, six, times a day-even more sometimes," he went on, sliding his cock over her lips.
Josephine came again, her most extreme fantasies all coming true.
"Ohhhh, yes, of course, any time, any way you want!" she sobbed. "And you must punish me every time I'm bad! And I'm so damned bad, you don't know how bad!" She sank her mouth down his cock, sucking and licking as she came.
"Oh, yes, I'll keep my little slave in shape," he said softly, his cock throbbing in her mouth. "You can be sure of that. Every time I even think you get out of line, you'll be disciplined!"
Josephine climaxed as she felt his cum burst from his prick. The thick creamy cum gushed into her mouth and she sucked it all in, running it over her tongue in her joy.
"Oooooh, yes!" she bubbled, strings of his white cum running over her red lips. "That's just the way I want it to be!"
"Good," he said as his cum flooded her mouth. "Now we can get down to some serious fucking."