Forced into Submission (8 page)

I hadn’t forgotten. I kept my mind closed and waited. I was beaten and Stacy knew it. It was only a matter of time before I gave her what she wanted. I was finished but… That word ‘but’ is what a girl like Stacy could never understand. It was the pinprick that still shone in the blackness.

After they left she tied my wrists to the wall and beat me. She varied the blows so they hurt and excited. I was crying in pain and begging for pleasure before she stopped. The big clock in the living room chimed out eleven chimes. I had twenty-five hours to go.

“Are you ready to give me what I want yet, Pam?” she asked reasonably.

Some measure of my anger came back. I had no reason to believe that I could defeat her but I wouldn’t give in. We were bound together now by this horror and yet I knew that if the positions had been reversed I would not have let her hold out this long. I looked at her and tried to understand why she didn’t finish it. I shook my head.

“I didn’t think so, Pam,” she said softly, kissing my lips so tenderly that I almost spoke those words she wanted. “We are a lot alike you and I.”

I recoiled. That couldn’t be. I would have been much worse if I had wanted what she wanted. I raised my face to her and she kissed me again. A tingle shot down my body. I was lost and I didn’t know if I could ever find my way again.

“It’s eleven,” she said. “I want to show you how helpless you are. I am going to make you agree before that clock strikes twelve.”

I tried to hold her back but she made love to me like she knew. I tried to move away but she was always ahead of me. She brought me to the edge of the universe and made me stand there until I knew that death was better and I whispered what she wanted. She stopped and didn’t let me over.

The clock struck twelve and I felt so defeated I hung by my wrists hoping the pain would help me forget. She let me down and held me through the night and in the morning she brought me coffee.

“I know that didn’t count last night, Pam,” she said, “but tonight there will be witnesses.”

She let me rest all day. At six Ashlee and Barbara showed up and I was servant girl again. They drank and talked and I fetched and carried. At eight thirty Ashlee told me to get her cell from her purse in the living room. It was only a pinprick but the pinprick flashed and I knew the way out.

Stacy didn’t seem to be in any mood to take chances. She had proven she could break me in an hour but it had been close. She tied me to the wall right after the clock chimed out ten.

“Pam,” she said, “I want to give you a final choice. My final offer still stands. If you agree I will cut you down and the bet is off. If I have to make you say yes then your yes will be to permanent slavery.”

I looked at her and the coldness crept back into my eyes. She smiled but I could see the uncertainty. She was so sure she knew me, how could I still resist? I let the coldness become frost.

“Stacy, I won’t be as lenient as you have been,” I said.

That rocked her. The uncertainty turned to fear but only for an instant. She was tough and she was strong but… she wasn’t me.

She started on me and it was torture. I could have dropped myself into the abyss she presented and never cared to come up again. I loved her. I wanted her but that kernel of pride that made me who I was remained.

I was panting out my need. My heart felt like it would explode and I wanted so badly to hold her and kiss her and tell her that I loved her but I couldn’t. Sadness enveloped me for what was to come and I started crying.

“Oh, Pammy,” she sobbed, “please don’t make me do this. I love you. I don’t know how this got so wrong. Please let me stop. Please say yes.”

The clock struck eleven and it was like someone had shot adrenaline into my body. I whipped my head around and drilled her with my eyes.

“YES,” I shouted.

“Oh, thank god,” she cried, holding me tightly.

“No, Stacy,” I said coldly, “you misunderstood. That was a YES as in FINALLY!”

“What?”

“Ashlee,” I asked, “what time is it?”

“I just heard the clock strike eleven so it must be…”

“Check your cell for the right time,” I demanded.

She looked at her cell and then at Stacy. The look she gave her was as if she had just found out that Stacy was a leper. She cringed away from her and looked at me.

“It’s…uh…its three minutes after twelve,” she stammered.

Stacy grabbed her phone and looked at it and then at me. The light fled from her eyes and she started to whimper. Ashlee walked over and released me from the wall and helped me to the couch. She was already trying to repair the dynamic but I brushed her aside. Barbara looked at us blankly.

“What’s going on?” Barbara asked.

“Double forfeit,” Ashlee whispered.

“Huh?”

“Stacy didn’t release her by the deadline. It’s double forfeit,” Ashlee explained. “She gets Stacy for twice the time.”

“How?” Barbara asked.

“I set the time back on the clock,” I said.

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” I purred, “now why don’t you two little sluts leave so my new slave and I can get better acquainted?”

#

A Week on the Chain

“Harriet, do remember what we agreed if I caught you doing that again?”

I looked up and my roommate was leaning on the door jamb. I pulled my hand away from my clit. Damn, I had been so close. I thought she was at her art class.

“Art class was canceled,” she said, as if reading my thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Kathleen,” I said, “I just needed…”

“Do you remember what we agreed?”

“Yes,” I said weakly.

“What did we agree, Harriet?”

“A week on the chain,” I said meekly.

“And?”

“In…in the…belt.”

“Put it on,” she said dropping the hateful thing on the bed next to me.

I looked at it and my mind rebelled. A week on the chain was bad but, locked up in this…this restrictive Middle Ages abomination was horrifying. I knew Kathleen and once she had my pussy locked away I would be chaste until my week was up. She would also delight in teasing me unmercifully the entire time.

“Kathleen,” I begged, “please, not the belt.”

“Why, Harriet?” she asked. “Would you promise not to touch yourself if I didn’t make you wear it?”

She had a point. I had promised not to touch myself and she and just walked in on me breaking my promise but…a week in the belt?

“Kathleen, I promise.”

“That you won’t play with yourself?”

“Yes.”

“For a whole week?”

“Yes, Kath I promise.”

“Then it really doesn’t make a difference, does it?”

“What?”

“If you’re locked away or not.”

“Kath…”

“I mean if you are saying that you won’t touch yourself then being locked up is no big deal, is it?”

“But…”

“Put the fucking belt on you cheating little slut,” she barked.

“Kath, I love you,” I said, trying one more time to keep this awful thing from happening.

“And I love you, Harriet,” she said. “It’s why I need you locked up.”

“Because you love me?”

“Yes, Harriet, and it sickens me when you cheat on me like you do.”

“Kath honey, I would never…”

“Bullshit, Harriet. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“What?”

“I catch you in here on the bed naked with your fingers playing a symphony on your cunt and you pretend that you aren’t cheating.”

“I...I’m not. I just need…”

“You just need a week in the belt,” she said.

“Kath, I’ll die,” I wailed.

“I doubt it,” she sneered. “Put it on or I’ll make it two weeks.”

That got my attention. A week was unthinkable. Two weeks was…well, whatever was worse than unthinkable…like unimaginable…inconceivable… I put it on.

“Hands and knees behind me,” she snapped.

I rolled off the bed and crawled to the doorway. She turned away and I followed her to the bathroom. I was shivering but not because I was cold but rather with the knowledge of how bad the coming week was going to be.

“Sit up,” Kathleen said.

In between our shower and the tub is an eight foot expanse of wall. In the middle of it Kathleen had installed an eyebolt and a twenty foot length of chain. She wrapped the steel collar that was welded to the end of the chain around my neck and snapped the lock shut. I could reach everything in the bathroom but could not leave the room. She sadistically had placed the key to the collar on a hook in the hall in plain sight when the door was open but five feet away from my reach.

“There, my little slave girl,” she said tweaking my nipples, “secure on your chain for the week.”

“Kath, please couldn’t we…?”

“No, Harriet, we couldn’t and if I hear any more whining I’m going to add an extra whipping to the one you have coming.”

“Whipping?” I gulped.

“Yes, I plan to whip you tomorrow for treating me like you have.”

“But, Kath, that wasn’t part of our…”

“Harriet,” she said sweetly, “I can do whatever I want to you. You are nothing but my slave for the next week and if I want to whip you I will.”

“No,” I shouted, “I’m not going to agree to that. That’s not fair!”

“Oh? And how do you plan to stop me?”

“I…I…” I sputtered. “Please, Kath, you don’t have to whip me.”

“No, I don’t have to, do I?” she agreed. “But I can, can’t I?”

It wasn’t right. I hadn’t agreed to whippings as a part of any punishment for playing with myself without her but there was no release from this chain until she let me go. She could do anything she wanted. She could force me to…. My mind spun away from the horror of the sick and twisted things she might do. I nodded.

“Yes, I can and I plan to,” she said walking out of the bathroom.

For the next four hours I moped around the bathroom with nothing to do. I had a doggie bed I could lie in if I wanted to sleep. I could reach the toilet if I needed to go and the bath and the shower if I wanted to clean up. If I got thirsty there was the sink faucet. I could hear her on the phone, using the microwave and watching TV. I was lonely for her company. I loved her and wished I could make things up to her somehow.

At six she sauntered into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet. When she was done she looked up at me, smiled and said, “Lick me clean.”

“
So that’s how it’s going to be,”
I thought.

We had played this type of kinky game before but it had just been a game. I could tell from her manner that she wasn’t playing and licking her after she pissed was just the tip of the iceberg. I was going to be her toilet paper for the week. The thought of what was coming in the morning when she had more than urine to expel made me want to vomit.

“Kath, I love you,” I said despairingly, “please don’t do this.”

“Harriet, I need to be wiped,” she said coldly.

“Kathy, I will do anything you want. I will wear this belt twenty-fours a day and make whatever changes to the way I treat you to make you believe and understand that you are my love, my partner, my life but please don’t do this to us, please.”

“Lick,” she demanded and my world closed down around me.

I leaned in and licked the drops that were on her pussy and her left thigh. Normally being in this position was heaven for me. I loved having my head between her legs and I loved licking her but not like this. Not as a…a piece of toilet paper. I was heartbroken. She didn’t care.

“I need you to get me ready for tonight,” she said. “My old roommate called. I haven’t seen her in five years and we are going out tonight.”

“Kath,” I quavered, “it’s not that Jasmine bitch you told me about, is it?”

“Harriet,” she snapped, “it’s none of your fucking business but yes it happens to be Jasmine.”

“Kathleen,” I wailed, “don’t you remember the things you’ve told me about her?”

“What things?”

“Like how she used to treat you?”

“I was weak then,” Kathleen said confidently, “I’m stronger now.”

“Kath…”

“Shut up and give me a bath.”

I tried to show her how much I loved her as I bathed her and helped her get ready for her night out with Jasmine but she had hardened her heart. The final cut came when she was ready to leave. She came in with a bowl of dog food and placed it on the floor next to my bed. I looked up at her for any trace of pity but her face was frigid.

“I bought this for you,” she said. “It is all that you will get while you are on that chain and I will only give you one bowl a day so, if you are hungry, you’d better eat.”

“My god, Kath,” I blubbered, “what did I do to make you hate me like this?”

“You know what you did you little slut and I don’t hate you. I love you but I am going to teach you a lesson if it kills you.”

I put my head down and started to sob. Not your normal I-need-to-cry-about-it tears but deep heart wrenching weeping that came from my soul. Whether Kathleen knew it or not something between us had changed and like Humpty Dumpty it could never be put together again. She still didn’t get it. I heard the door close and knew that things would never be the same. When my week was up I would be leaving.

***

They came in around midnight. They were drunk and disorderly and were dropping things, banging into tables and chairs and laughing like hyenas. I cringed into the corner where the wall and the tub met and prayed that Kathleen wasn’t so drunk she would feel the need to show me off. I prayed in vain because it wasn’t twenty minutes before I heard them coming up the stairs.

“What do we have here?” Jasmine said looking at me with obvious interest.

“I’m her friend Harriet,” I answered before Kathleen could speak.

“Do you always keep your friend in a chastity belt and locked in the bathroom?” Jasmine asked Kathleen

“No, Jas, she’s my…uh…slave,” Kathleen said.

“Kathleen!” I screeched, “I’m not your slave. We only agreed to…”

“Your slave?” Jasmine interrupted. “Kind of like you used to be mine?”

She hid it well from Jasmine but I could tell that statement seriously upset Kathleen and by proxy I was disturbed. Kath had told me that Jasmine was overbearing and mean to her but not anything about being a slave.