Chapter 10

I was surprised as the rest of the week passed without a call from Ted. I hated to admit it, but I was also a little disappointed. Not at first, at first I was relieved. But as the week went on and I got a little hornier every day, I began to grudgingly hope for a phone call.

Finally, on Friday morning, the phone did ring. But it wasn't Ted. It was my husband's office. The woman I spoke to was the secretary for the company president. She asked if I were free later in the morning, the president, Mr. Cochran, had something very important to discuss with me. I had met Mr. Cochran once at a company function. He was a very imposing man. I had stuttered and hemmed and hawed and made a total fool of myself trying to talk to him. I was sure he thought me to be some kind of congenital idiot. I was terrified, but of course I could not refuse. She told me that a car would come for me and I hurriedly showered and dressed for the meeting.

The driver escorted me to Mr. Cochran's office. The receptionist greeted me and offered me a drink. I was so nervous I would have loved one, but I thought it would be inappropriate, so I politely declined. I was immediately led through the secretary's office and into Mr. Cochran's huge office. It was beautifully decorated, very masculine, and obviously very expensive.

Mr. Cochran stood as I entered and greeted me warmly. Rather than open my mouth and make a fool of myself again, I smiled as warmly as possible and waited to see what this was all about.

Mr. Cochran thanked his receptionist and she left. He then turned to me and told me that he had something in common with me. I still didn't know what this was about so I continued to say nothing.

He told me that he was a collector. He collected rare footage. I didn't know what that meant, but he reached for a button on his desk and pushed it. A television in the wall immediately came on and I almost fainted as I saw myself being raped by a gang of black men.

He went on for a moment before I realized he was still talking. I was in a state of shock. I suddenly heard him going on about how he was a collector of rape movies. Preferably real movies of actual rape. He even mentioned a special source. Nathan! My husband's boss was one of Nathan's customers!

Mr. Cochran told me that Nathan had called him and told him about a new movie he had just made. Nathan had told him the circumstances, and a little about the new "starlet".

"You can imagine my shock," Mr. Cochran continued, "when I turned on the movie and saw your lovely face Linda."

There was nothing I could say. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed loudly. It was obviously over, my marriage, my life, everything was out now. My husband would be fired. I would be divorced. My perfect little life was over.

"Its not as bad as all that dear." Mr. Cochran said. "In fact, you may find some good has come of it."

I tried to get myself under control. I took the tissue he offered me and dried my eyes and looked across the desk to see what he meant.

"Nathan told me about Ted. He told me the entire story. I found it very arousing."

Mr. Cochran looked at me to see how I reacted to that. To be honest, I didn't know what to think. But I still didn't see what good was coming of this.

"How would you like to have Ted out of your life?" Mr. Cochran asked.

"Oh God yes!" I exclaimed.

"It is done. I had some men talk to him earlier this week. Some very persuasive men. They brought me a very large collection of photos and tapes as well. I thoroughly enjoyed them. Ted won't be calling you again. But, you are not completely off the hook."

I just sat, waiting for him to continue. I knew that he had me, he owned me now, just like Ted had owned me. But I still didn't know how bad that was going to be. He was certainly better looking than Ted. And I doubt that he hangs around in the same types of bars and porno shops as Ted does. Maybe this is going to be better.

"Nathan told me that you did not suffer unduly in the making of your little rape epic. He said, in fact, that being raped by those men aroused you."

I looked down at my hands as my shame burned in my face. I couldn't deny it. I had enjoyed it. I still felt the temptation to call Nathan. I probably would have, had my every waking moment not been dominated by Ted.

When I didn't deny it, Mr. Cochran went on. "As I said, I am a collector. I will want you to star in other movies from time to time. Not often, not when your husband is in town, and nothing that will cause you to be harmed. And I will be the only customer for those films. In addition, you will allow me to have access to your body whenever I desire, until I tire of you. You won't be subjected to huge gangs of strange men on a daily basis. I won't take you out in public, although I cannot say what Nathan might plan for you. If you consent to my proposal, please stand and remove your clothing."

It required no thought at all. In a perverted way something good had come of this. I was out of Ted's clutches. I would not be making movies for the consumption of God knows whom. And I was about to get fucked by a rich, powerful, attractive man. And I was ready!

I couldn't wait until tomorrow when my husband would be coming home. And I couldn't wait for his next trip, because I knew I would be seeing Nathan again, and getting raped again.