Chapter 8
"Are you sure that Babs hasn't been home all afternoon?" Will asked his older daughter.
"To tell you the truth, Father, I've been up in my room most of the afternoon."
The man paused and looked at Katherine. Then he pressed his hand against her forehead and asked, "Are you feeling all right? You don't seem to be acting like yourself."
"I suppose that I have a number of things on my mind, Father!" the girl said.
As she turned away from him and hurried away, he was caught off guard again by the very soft voice that she had used. This was all very different from the way that he was used to having his daughter act.
"Katherine," he called out as she was about to leave the room.
"Yes, Father," she said, as she turned around and looked at him. He could not get over the sweet tone of voice that she was using.
"Is there anything that you would like to discuss with me? Can I be of any help to you, daughter?" he asked, unsure of how to say these unfamiliar things to the girl.
"Thank you," she said. "But I guess these are things that I have to work out for myself, Father." Then she left the room.
Babs rushed into the house and ran up the stairs. When Will heard the commotion that his younger daughter was causing, he rushed to the hallway and called up to her, "Where have you been all afternoon?"
"Around town," the young girl said, nervously.
"Who were you with? Where were you?" he shouted out.
"Please, Father. Can't we discuss this over dinner?" the girl replied.
"Oh, all right," the usually stern father called back.
As he went into the garden to read his evening newspaper, he was muttering to himself, "Everything has gone upside down. Suddenly, Katherine is being sweet to him and Babs is running around the house like a hellion! This is all insane."
Babs gasped as the door to her bedroom opened. She stood in front of the open bag that was on her bed and she looked at Katherine who was standing in the doorway.
Katherine read the scene immediately. She could tell that her younger sister was packing to go somewhere and she could also tell that the girl wanted to keep this packing a secret. It was hard to believe that Babs, who was usually so insipid and sweet, would be running away from her comfortable home.
Before Katherine could even speak, Babs rushed over to the door and shut it. Then the younger girl said, "You're not gonna stop me, Katherine. And don't you dare try to tell daddy, or you will live to regret it."
"Damn!" Katherine said, with a faint smile on her lips. "Hot damn! You really do have a spine after all. That's a good thing to see in you, Babs."
Babs continued to toss clothes into the suitcase as she said, "I'm leaving."
"When?" Katherine asked, moving closer to the bed.
The younger girl looked up at her sister with suspicion, but then she said, "I'm going away today. I'm going to try to sneak out before dinner."
Katherine was shaking her head as she said, "You could really knock me over with a feather. Why are you leaving, Babs? What happened? This is such a surprise."
"I found the guy, Kate!" the blonde girl said. "He's the guy I've been looking for!"
"Tom?" Katherine asked, quickly, her eyes wide with trepidation.
When Babs shook her head and kept on packing, Katherine asked, "Dick?"
"Harry!" Babs cried out with a broad smile, tossing her panties in the suitcase.
"Who is he? Where did you find him?" Katherine asked.
"Kate, you've never understood the passions that I feel, but you have to understand..."
When the black-haired beauty began to laugh, the younger girl asked, "What is it? What's so funny? Are you laughing at me, Kate?"
Shaking her head, Katherine said, "First of all, my name is still not Kate! My name is Katherine. But the real reason that I'm laughing is that you don't know the reason why I came into this room in the first place right now!"
Babs paused and sat down on her bed as she said, "That's right. You were never one for coming in here to talk to me. In fact, you never really wanted to talk to me. That's why I didn't even think to lock the door while I was packing."
Katherine sat next to her sister and said, "How would you feel if I were to tell you that I think I may have the same passions that you have?"
"The same..." Babs began slowly, her brows wrinkled as she considered the meaning.
"Let me put it plainly. After all this time of dominating men and abusing them, I found one man who was strong enough to really abuse me and make me love it."
Babs' eyes widened as she looked at her sister and said, "Who is it?"
"Peter," Katherine admitted softly. Then she turned away and said, "It was so simple when he had me tied up and he made me do what he wanted me to. But now he wants me to come to him of my own accord and he wants me to tell him that I would be his sex slave. Babs, I'm so confused. I don't know what to do."
"Do you want to be his sex slave?" her younger sister asked very softly.
"I don't know. There was so much erotic pleasure that I got when I submitted to him and when he was taking control of me, and yet..."
"Your pride?" Babs said softly, understanding her sister's feelings.
"I want to be... Oh, I don't know what I really want to be!" she cried out.
"I'm young," Babs said. "I'm even younger than you are, Katherine. But, I can still see that we don't get that many chances in our life for true happiness!"
"Are you going to be happy with Harrera?" the black-haired beauty asked.
"Enormously happy!" Babs replied without hesitation.
"Are you ready to go now?" Katherine asked as she looked at the full suitcase.
Babs pushed the suitcase closed with some help from her sister and then she said, "Harrera says that there are no opportunities here for him because he is Spanish. We're going to go to New York together. If things don't work out there, he might go back to his uncle's plantation in Honduras."
"Considering the sort of life that you want, I think that you'd be very happy in Latin America, Babs," Katherine said as she helped her sister with the suitcase.
Then she kissed Babs lightly on her cheek as she said, "I'll go and get dad to take a walk in the garden with me, so that you can sneak out the front door."
"Before I leave, I wish that I knew what your decision was going to be," Babs said.
"I wish I knew also!" Katherine said softly as she turned to go down the stairs. When she turned back there was a little moisture in her eye as she said, "If you go to Honduras, they can call you by your full name again. That'll be popular there!"
"Bianca!" Babs said, expressing disgust at her real, given name.
"You know how I've always hated cute, shortened names!" Katherine said, with a chuckle to hide the emotion that she felt at her sister's departure. Then she rushed down the stairs and went to find her father.
As she and her father walked in the garden, he said, "I knew that there was something troubling you. What is it?"
"Mother was from old New England stock, but you were from Italy. Did that ever create a conflict between the two of you?"
"Whenever you love someone, there's always a certain amount of conflict."
"But, she had a fighting spirit as well. I know the way you feel about women. I know that you feel that women should be subservient."
"I'm changing with the times! I hired a woman truckdriver just the other day."
"The thing I want to know, Father, is how mother rationalized being subservient to you! I mean, she could be so bossy to other people and yet.
"I regret that your mother isn't here to answer that question," the man said. "But if I may offer an answer that she once gave me...
"Please!" Katherine said, anxiously. "You don't know how much it would mean to me."
"This may sound very egotistical coming from me. You just have to believe me when I say that she was the one who said it to me," her father said, pausing in the garden. "She told me that she had thought that she would never submit to any man's will. But she felt that I was strong enough and good enough for her. It was as simple as that."
When he saw the look of wonder in his daughter's eyes, he turned away from her and said, "Now I am going to tell you something, Katherine. I have always felt that it was a terribly unmanly thing for a man to be dominated by a woman. And yet, deep inside my heart of hearts I know that if a woman had come along who was strong and proud enough, I could have allowed her to dominate me."
"Father, what are you saying?" the girl cried out.
He turned, back to Katherine and said, "I never even told this to your mother. But if she had ever asked to dominate me, I would have let her."
"Because she was worthy of you?" Katherine asked, completing the thought for him.
He nodded and then the girl embraced him and thanked him for being so honest with her. Pulling away from the man, she said, "But now I have to go see someone, right away."
"Who are you going to see?" the man asked.
"I'm going to Peter Ruchio, and I only hope that it isn't too late!" the girl said as she ran through the garden.
"Son of a gun!" the old man said to himself. "And just this afternoon, I thought that he had made a mess of the whole thing. It looks like he really did tame her!"
"What do you want?" Tom asked through his closed door as he looked at Katherine.
"Please. I'd like to speak to Peter, if I may."
Tom was also caught off guard by the soft and sweet tone of voice that the girl was using. He stared at her for a long moment before he went back into his place and brought Peter to the door.
As Peter was leaving the apartment, Tom said, "Be careful."
"I have confidence that I don't need to be careful," Peter said. Then he turned toward Katherine and said, "Don't you agree?"
"Certainly," Katherine said in a soft voice.
Peter grabbed the girl's hand and said, "How would you like to celebrate our engagement?"
"Doing anything at all that you would like to do," the girl said, sweetly.
With a broad grin, Peter said, "That's what I like to hear!"
He climbed into her car and leaned back as he said, "We will find a preacher to marry us and then we will go to a seedy little motel that I know of on the turnpike."
That was exactly what they did. Once they were in the motel, it was much seedier than the girl had imagined. Peter had told the desk clerk that he wanted a special room and then he had winked.
The desk clerk leered at Katherine and then gave Peter the room that he had requested.
When Peter lifted the black-haired beauty up into his arms and carried her over the threshold of their honeymoon suite, she saw that the walls were completely upholstered in black leather and that the room was filled with chains and equipment and toys.
"How did you ever find this place?" she called out.
But he dropped her to the floor as he said, "Now that we are in here, you are my sex slave and you will maintain silence unless you are spoken to."
"Yes, sir!" she said eagerly, from her position on the floor.
"Strip naked, girl!" he snapped at her as he stood over her.
As quickly as she could, she peeled off all of her clothes and she remained kneeling next to him. She looked up at him, hoping for some sign of approval.
Before she even realized what was happening, he grabbed some handcuffs and snapped them around her wrists. Then he pulled her wrists up and attached the handcuffs to a chain-that was coming down from the ceiling.
Then he ran another chain between the girl's legs and attached a dildo to one side of it. He began to press the dildo into the girl's pussy and to work it deeper and deeper into her unlubricated slit.
The thickness of the dildo was so great that she could feel sweat standing out on her forehead as the man worked it into her tight cunt.
Once he had the entire thing into her pussy, he attached the chain to the handcuffs and shortened it a bit by pulling a few links through.
Since her hands were attached to the ceiling, she could not pull them down to get them closer to her aching pussy, and yet, the chain between the dildo and her handcuffs was too short for the girl to remain completely erect.
Then, pulling the other end of the chain through her legs, he attached another dildo to it and pressed that thick plastic cock head against the girl's tight anal opening.
He began to work it into her bottom hole and she could feel the pressure of the thick thing that was pushing at the sensitive flesh on her anal ring.
Once he had stretched out her ass hole sufficiently so that he had the thick head of the dildo between her ass cheeks, he just rammed the rest of the thing up her bottom. He thrilled at the sound of the girl's cries of agony and terror.
She felt like her body was completely contorted in her effort to relax the pressure of the chains. In fact, if she were to try to stand up straight, the dildo that was shoved all the way up her pussy would rip right through the tender flesh of her body.
Then, Peter walked in front of the girl and peeled off his clothes very slowly. As he stripped out of his shorts, his cock jutted up hard and long in front of him. Walking around behind the girl, he chose one of the whips that was on the wall and then he stepped up on the bed and raised the whip up over his head.
As the whip described an arc through the air and whistled as it raced toward the girl's twin mounds of pink fleshed ass cheeks, the girl sensed the approach and tensed her body.
But there was only so much that she could tense her body. The chains and bonds and dildos that were so carefully positioned, made it impossible for her to move at all without a series of exquisite pains jabbing all over her body.
When the whip sliced through her ass cheeks and ripped at the tender flesh of her bottom, her body did arch back and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
It was impossible for the girl to keep track of all of the wonderful and terrible things that were happening to her, but, as if she were moving in slow motion, she sensed all of the things and stored away that information.
When her back arched backwards, the chain that was holding her hands to the dildo in her pussy, was pulled to its furthest extreme and the girl felt the dildo digging in against her cunt flesh at an unusual angle that caused her to tingle with delight.
Her hands were tugged by the combination of the chain that was attached to the dildo and ran under her body and the chain on the other side of the handcuffs which was holding them firmly to the ceiling.
As the dildo that was in her pussy pressed backwards against the delicate membrane that was deep inside of her body, it slapped viciously against the dildo that was stuffed up her ass and caused it to dig even more deeply into the tender flesh of her bottom hole, the chain ripping at the sensitive flesh that ran between her legs.
Katherine cried out with a long and sustained moan. Even when Peter put the whip down at his side, the moan continued.
Although the girl was trying to control her movements because the combination of chains and dildos was making everything so agonizing for her, her body kept on bucking back and forth wildly. She was completely out of control.
"Good grief!" Peter cried out. "Just one lash of the whip and you're already cumming!"
She was like a perpetual motion machine. As she kept on spasming and her body kept on rocking back and forth, the movement of the dildos inside of her hot holes was urging out even more of the hot juices from her body.
Katherine was turning her head from side to side. She felt certain that the mad spasming in her cunt and her ass was going to crack the dildos in half.
Peter tossed down his whip, having left only one red stripe across her ass. He had more important things to attend to, most notably, his own hard dick.
As quickly as he could, he unfastened the chain that was holding the dildo into the girl's pussy. He pressed his hard cock against the already stretched out cunt lips.
When his cock slid into her, it didn't matter that her pussy had already been battered by the dildo. The warmth and the fleshy feeling of the real cock was enough to keep the girl more than moderately excited.
In fact, the spasms and the wild gyrations that her body had begun, had not stopped.
Once Peter's cock was up her cunt and he was fucking her hot pussy with all of his might, she thought that she was going to black out from the continual flow of cunt cream that was drooling into her inflamed love slit.
The cock kept on exciting the sensitive walls of flesh and the man's energy was at its peak when he saw how wild the girl was going.
He firmly held her hips between his powerful hands and he slammed and bashed his dick into the deepest recesses of her cunt. To give it an extra little zing, he kept turning his hips in different directions and slapping his cock head against different sides of the girl's inflamed pussy.
As he did this, the excitement inside of her body was growing to such a high point that she screamed out as if she were being murdered. It was impossible for her to even catch her breath as the cock grew even larger inside of her cunt.
Then she felt the burst of hot liquid that splattered all over the insides of her pussy and she knew that the man was shooting his load into the tight confines of her spasming cunt. That only served to make her spasms even stronger.
It seemed like the two of them were caught up in a continual orgasm that was not going to end. But all good things Do come to an end.
Exhausted, the handsome young man pulled his dick out of the girl's hot pussy, and began to open the chains and bonds that were holding her in that awkward position. Then he remembered the dildo that was still shoved up her ass and he pulled that out of her bottom hole.
Once she was no longer supported by the chains, she fell to the floor. He stood over her, laughing, as he said, "Have you had enough, Katherine?"
"Enough?" she cried out, nearly out of breath. "This is our honeymoon! I expect a whole lifetime of sexual delights!"
Leaning over he lifted her onto the bed and said, "You don't regret your decision? You're not sorry that you've submitted to me?" There was no weakness in the way that he asked her the question.
Her eyes were wide as she said, "I wouldn't have submitted to anyone else. But you... you deserved it, Peter. That's the only way that I can say it."
Kissing her softly, he said, "I've dominated many women, but none of them gave me the satisfaction that you have. It was an effort to dominate you, but it's been worth it!"
"Fuck me!" she cried out. "I want you to fuck me!"
When he looked at her sternly, she gasped and then corrected herself by saying, "Please, sir! I beg you to fuck me!"