Chapter 6 -- Beaten Down
I was captivated. The thought stayed with me. The thought of her
forced to swallow, seeking it out and all because of me. I found
myself stealing away from lovely days spent with my dear Deana to
visit Roxanne. During long mornings in bed with Deana, we
satisfied each other, but my head flashed with the strobe images
of a submissive Roxanne. Deana takes all my loving. From me,
Roxanne takes a different kind of love.
The little motel room is looking more and more like Vopat's back
room. Hooks have been sunk into the bed the walls, the ceiling,
anywhere that a woman can be tied or hung. Roxanne's back is
again covered with scarlet red strap marks. The woman takes it
all. I try to outdo her. I hang her upside down but she does not
resist. Does not even complain. Just takes the harsh rope to each
ankle, takes her hands being pulled behind. She takes me in her
quivering cunt, in her soft mouth. She takes the vibrator ride to
a body shaking orgasm as I lash at her inverted breasts. Her
pain, humiliation and pleasure are all mixed together. She
services my cock in every way, but I save sweet love for my
lovely country girl, Deana. I have begun to leave the motel door
unlocked. Whether she notices or not, I can't tell, but every
night she waits so patiently for me. She senses it too. Maybe she
smells or tastes another woman. One night she asks. For hours I
talk about my lovely Deana. She wants to met her. There is
nothing to mask from a woman that you beat.
In exchange for the few dollars of damage to the room, I offer my
sex slave's considerable range of sexual services to Gramps, the
owner. He doesn't ask any questions, he just enjoys the lavish
services bestowed upon his cock. Never having whipped a woman
before, he is taken by her markings. I give him a choice of a
light crop, or a whip with many strands. He takes the crop to the
back of her upper thighs. She can't help but to scream in agony,
so he gags her and starts again.
Chapter 7 -- Getting Off
"Can I? Can I look now?"
"Just a little farther, Deana. Watch your step."
"It smells musky in here. Sexy. Smells of a woman."
They are both surprised, but Deana is in pure shock to see
Roxanne standing totally nude in the cluttered, messy motelroom.
Roxanne, recovers first. "So this is your daytime woman, that you
talk so much about. Your lover." Her back straight and her arms
folded under her whip marked breasts, like a shark, she circles
the still disbelieving Deana. "Smashing good looks, butshallow."
"That is enough Roxanne. Assume your greeting position. You are
going to please your new Mistress."
"You are right Joe, enough is enough." Roxanne sits on the bed,
pulling on a pair of jeans.
"What are you doing? Assume your greeting position." I demand.
"No more Joe. I am giving the orders now." She stood to fasten
her waist. "I start with you. Have your little floozy strip."
"What? I will teach you! Where are my whips? What have you done
with them? I will..."
"Joe. Oh my poor old Joe. You have become such a dinosaur. You
just don't understand, do you? Have another go at it. It's not
about male strength anymore. You and that flabby bastard had
strength over me in Joy Town. Madame Freya had strength over me
at her estate, but now I have the power. Oh you are stronger than
I, but you can't use those male muscles against me. Can you? You
can not hurt me, like I could not walk out that door."
"You knew the door was unlocked?"
"We are intertwined."
"Intertwined?"
"Since the time you imprisoned me in your apartment in Joy Town.
You remember that don't you Joe?"
Yes I remember Joy Town and the apartment. She is chained to the
floor. For two weeks she has hunched under the heavy links. For
both work and sleep. A collar around her neck keeps her from
speaking. It leaves little pink shock stings all around her
pretty neck. Kept naked, given mind numbing chores with harsh
punishments, Roxanne is learning a valuable lesson. How to barter
with her body and her looks, for the daily necessities. Food,
water, bathroom privileges. She must do this and keep her
lipstick done right, hair brushed, her legs and most importantly
her pussy shaved, always be perky, a willing and enthusiastic
fuck, so she is attractive for me. I like to take her like that,
on the table.
"It is called the Stockholm Syndrome, honey. Psychologists call
it traumatic bonding. I studied it after I was freed from Madame
Freya's. Hostages who are helpless and must depend totally on
their captors for their daily existence, begin to feel an
affection for their captors. It is all rather common.
Surprisingly, it is more pronounced when torture is involved.
There is an emotional transference that makes the captive view
their own well being as depending on the happiness of their
captors. Captors whom she begins to love as well as to fear. When
you brought me to orgasm while punishing me, love and fear got
blended hopelessly into one. They understand the syndrome well
enough in Chile. There it is a common brainwashing and
interrogation technique."
"What is not so well known, in academic circles, is when intense
and prolonged sexual abuse occurs, there is, what the shrinks
call, a protective affiliation that works both ways. The more
intense the sexual gratification the stronger the captor's
connection to his victim. There has always been something between
us anyway. It is undeniable. I need you, but your psyche craves
me even more. See my dinosaur, you are chained to me. You can not
see them, but you are feeling them now. They are wide and
stronger than steel. And I can pull your chain whenever I want."
Roxanne pulled on a blouse, tucking it neatly into the waistband.
"Those are nice boots." she said to Deana. "I will take those."
"You look perplexed, Joe. Not at all like Joy Town, is it? Never
had to think so hard, have you? It can be easy, just behave and I
won't turn you in to the authorities or the syndicate. I will
make it easy for you and let you use those muscles. Start by
telling this ditz, to give me her boots. You love her. I can see
your love for her. Don't deny it. You don't want to loose her, do
you? You don't have to, Joe. You can still have her. It is just
that things are a little different now. Cute perky Deana will be
working the streets for me. Like I had to fuck and suck at your
command, now she will do what I say. Deana will make me a lot of
money."
"Tell her, Joe. Tell her now."
"Better, take off your clothes,