20 comments/ 215871 views/ 113 favorites 14 Days To Redemption By: bbonz1 Prologue Jack stared into the barrel of the gun, mesmerized by its inherent power. The dark steel seemed to absorb the light, and even hope itself, as if the weapon knew that its actions were truly irrevocable. Jack looked into its single black eye for an eternity, allowing himself to be seduced by it. Willing himself to overcome his fears. Fighting his fight or flight instincts. And finally measuring his destiny should the hammer hit the primer. She's not worth it, he decided, putting the weapon on the table. Actually, it amazed him that he'd contemplated it at all. He'd purchased the gun, a German something, to protect them during a spate of robberies in the neighborhood. But, well aware of the tragic results that guns often produced, he'd outfitted it with a trigger guard, and had placed the bullets in a separate drawer. Funny, then, how he'd been drawn to it when he'd first heard the news. Kelli, his wife of seven years, was having an affair. Kelli, his good little girl, Southern Baptist, straight as an arrow, lily-white, no tolerance for human failure wife was spreading her legs for another man. Kelli, the woman who had consistently said that she would kill him and any woman he might have an adulterous relationship with, had herself carried on an adulterous relationship. Kelli, the woman for whom he had turned away sexual advances from two extremely beautiful women, had betrayed him. When she'd first revealed the truth, Jack had felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Literally. He'd gasped for breath, punched in the solar plexus by the one thing he'd never expected to hear. But amazingly, he hadn't doubted it at all. Despite the blatant impossibility of it, he hadn't doubted the truth of it. Hadn't even considered that it could all be a horrible joke. Her explanations were as thin as a coating of paint, and just as revealing. "It just happened," she whined. "I couldn't help myself..." "You've been so distant lately. I needed someone to talk to." He'd been distant? He'd been doing what she wanted, working extra hours to get a raise so she could enjoy a better standard of living. Over the next two weeks he withdrew from her, turning a deaf ear to her apologies and her pleas for understanding. She'd tried to match his silence with her own, but couldn't. Her guilt was such that it needed to be acknowldged and forgiven. He withdrew from her physically as well, even forgoing the kiss they'd shared every morning since their marriage began. Sex with her was out of the question. He wasn't sure that he could keep himself from expressing his anger in the guise of sex. Then one night she'd changed tactics, coming to him as he sat morosely staring at an insipid TV sitcom. Though the sight of her no longer disgusted him, the fact that she was wearing only a revealing robe didn't begin to turn him on like it had before. When he made it clear that he wouldn't let her sit on his lap, she calmly knelt at his feet, leaning her head against his leg. "Jack, I know I've done a terrible thing to you," she said, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "I've hurt you, and that's something I never wanted to do. I've said sorry so many times, but it's obvious that isn't enough. But what more can I do? What more can I say? I thought maybe we could get some counseling, but I know how you feel about that. So then, then I thought, maybe if you could get even, maybe then we could get past this. If you could get even, then you might, you and I might...we'd be even then. We could get on with our lives." "Even?" he asked, intrigued despite himself. She seemed to take heart from his response, curt though it was. "I thought, well...maybe...I thought maybe you could have an affair...too. You know, you could go off and have...have sex with some other woman. And then...and then we'd be even." By then she was trying to stifle her sobs. "Sex?" he mumbled, surprised at how little she understood how he was feeling. Still, it was enough to break him out of his passivity. "Sex is the last thing on my mind now," he lectured her. "Sex with another woman wouldn't make it even. Wouldn't make up for your betrayal. Because that's what this is all about," he said, his voice growing angrier. "You betrayed me! You were my wife. Mine! You were the prettiest woman I'd ever seen. You were so good, so straight, so clean that you squeaked. And you were so sure, so sure that only you knew the moral boundaries. What we could do in bed and what we couldn't. Even though I taught you everything you know about sex. All that time that I put up with all your crap, all that talk about what's right and what's wrong! Why we could do this but not do that. All that time I put my wants and needs aside because you were too good, too right to do anything new! And now you go out and you fuck some other guy, and you think that if I fuck some other woman that's going to make it even. Even???" He took a breath to calm down as Kelli wept openly at his feet. "You want to know what I feel right now? I'll tell you. First, I feel like I can't trust you anymore. Like the seven years we had are completely gone. But that's not the worst of it. The worst is that I'm angry. So angry that I want you to feel everything that I'm feeling. I want you to hurt like I hurt. I want you to feel the humiliation. To feel the confusion. To wonder where the next punch is coming from. I want you to feel out of control, on the edge. I want you to wonder about trust. Do you understand what I'm saying? For the first time in my life, I want you to be hurt. Not in a physical way, where the pain goes away. But hurt inside, where the pain stays with you. And Kelli, do you understand how impossible it is for me to be this way? How hard it is for me to want to see you hurt? How powerful these feelings have to be?" "I don't know what to say Jack. I don't," she sniffled into his pants leg before gazing up at him with pain-filled eyes. "All I can say is that I'll do anything to help you put the pain away. Anything! Make me hurt if you want. I know I deserve it. Put me on the edge. Put me anywhere you want. I'll do anything you want in bed, in the house, in my life. Just tell me what you want. Just tell me what I can do." From that small seed blossomed his big idea. His plan for his wife's redemption. Day One – Initiation Three days later, at precisely eight o'clock on a sunny Saturday morning, Jack shook his wife awake. Even though she was still half asleep, he could read the shock in her eyes. No wonder. He literally hadn't touched her since the night of her announcement of adultery. But when she shifted her body, clearly inviting him join her for some intimate contact, he simply shook his head and said, "No. Get up. Get dressed. And meet me in the family room." He ignored the disappointed look she gave him. Time enough for that later. Waiting for Kelli to join him in the family room, Jack studied their wedding picture with a critical eye. She'd changed little in the last seven years. Her voluminous hair was now shorter, about shoulder length. Her green eyes still sparkled like dew-covered grass. Her face still looked self-assured, though her laugh lines were a bit more prominent. She still had a smooth, graceful neck, leading the eye to her full and well-rounded breasts. She'd kept her waist slim and her stomach flat. In fact, the only thing that had changed was the muscle she'd added to her ass and legs, which made her look more athletic than she was. On the inside, however, she'd changed greatly, her self-righteous morality growing more strident, making her deviation from the path all the more surprising. Don't go there, Jack had to caution himself, feeling the anger begin to rise. It was important to tell Kelli his plan as dispassionately as possible. She had to understand that this was her only option; that to decline might mean the death of their marriage. Even with that incentive, the odds of her accepting the plan were only about 50/50. The odds of the plan actually succeeding would be even less than that. Jack turned as his wife made her way to the couch and primly sat down. As was her custom during the summer months, she was wearing a long summer dress, the square neckline hiding rather than accentuating her bust. The fabric kept her legs largely hidden, though he was able to admire her shapely ankles and painted toenails. If all went well, she'd have a whole new attitude about dressing before the day was over. "I think I found a possible solution to our problem," he began, pleased to see the beginnings of a smile on her face. "But I'm not sure you're going to like it. It's a little radical..." The key, Jack told her, wasn't in getting even for her transgression. It was in getting rid of the anger and betrayal that he felt. He'd tried to forgive her. He rationalized and thought and prayed, but it still wasn't enough. He needed shock therapy. And their marriage could probably benefit from it as well. So over the last few days he'd come up with a plan. A plan to help him work out some of his aggression. And one that would serve as a cold splash of water on their entire relationship. Working on his plan had been the first time since her bombshell that Jack had felt a real sense of purpose in his life. He would save his marriage. He would dramatically expand their sex lives. But he wasn't so naïve as to think that his plan was completely altruistic. He knew that the line between retribution and redemption was awfully thin. And that if Kelli went for this, he'd have a chance to do some things he'd only fantasized about. The plan appealed to Jack's dark side. It was time for some selfishness. It was time to have fun. "So now that you know where I stand," he continued, taking some papers from the desk, "here's the solution I've come up with. I've even written it down, so you know exactly what you're getting into. And if you agree to go along, we'll both have to sign it." At her nod he began to pace, trying to decide how to present his ideas. "What I want, what I need, is to change our marriage from the 50/50 it's been to 100/0. What that means is that I'll have 100% of the control. For the next 14 days, I'll be making 100% of the decisions regarding both of us. I'll decide what you wear, what you do, where we go, when we do things, how we do them, everything. For the next 14 days, you'll be giving me total control over your life and mine. If any major decisions come up, you'll have to trust that I'll do what's best for both of us. Or, if I can't make a decision, I'll delay it until the 14 days is up. "The key is that I'll have all the control. It'll be like we're going back to the Middle Ages, where a wife was property and a man could do anything he wanted with her. I can tell that this idea is shocking you, but I really think this is the only way I'm going to be able to let go of how I'm feeling. It's like they say, 'Don't do the crime if you can't do the time.' Your sentence is 14 days, and I'll be your warden. "To help you decide, I've written down the rules you'll be expected to follow. So you won't be surprised by anything I tell you to do. You'll have to agree to every rule for us to go on with this. Otherwise...well, I don't know what we'll do. "Rule Number One: For 14 days, you will submit to me completely. Your body will be mine, to do with as I like. You will keep yourself in the manner which I command, and always be ready to do my bidding. You will also trust that I would do nothing that would cause you permanent harm. "Rule Number Two: You will do everything I command, exactly as I want, no matter how you feel about the action. No amount of embarrassment, fear or other emotions will prevent you from following my orders. "Rule Number Three: You will do everything that I say with enthusiasm, and try to take pleasure in each act, both for yourself and in the satisfaction of pleasing me. Rule Number Four: You will gladly submit to any act of discipline or punishment I command, knowing that I do so with your best interests at heart. Rule Number Five: You will give me the right to restrict you to or from any room in the house, any place outside, or from any person, for as long as I prescribe. Rule Number Six: You will neither look for or take advantage of any loopholes in these rules. Know full well that your good faith will be rewarded and your bad faith will be punished. " Kelli gave him a look that he couldn't interpret before picking up a pen from the desk, "Basically, you want me to be your slave for two weeks? "Basically." She glanced over the rules before measuring him with her eyes. "If this is what it takes..." she sighed, before bending to sign the contract that would enslave her for the next two weeks. "That's what it takes," Jack agreed, signing his name to the paper and starting their two week adventure. Day One – Initiation In truth, Jack didn't fully know what he was going to do with his wife during the course of their experiment. He had a few ideas regarding acts he wanted to perform on her and with her, as well as sexual and psychological boundaries he wanted to explore. But 14 days was a lot of time to fill. To that end, he'd decided to let his instinct take the lead. "Let's head to the bedroom," he directed, noting that Kelli didn't seem at all surprised by his first order. She evidently assumed that he'd be fucking her right away. "Take your panties from the dresser and spread them on the ground, in nice, even rows." Though obviously confused by the order, Kelli did as she was told, kneeling demurely as she spread her underwear on the ground. As expected, most of them were "granny panties," thick, heavy cotton with wide panels that left everything to the imagination. Jack grabbed the only three that had any sexiness to them. "Put the rest of these in that box," he ordered. "Wait. You're wearing panties right now, right?" She nodded. "Pull up your dress and let me see them." As she hesitated, he stepped towards her and grabbed her arm. "I own you now," he reminded her, the menace barely veiled. "I can do anything I want with you, and right now I want to see your panties." Eyes downcast, she raised her dress just high enough that he could see that she was wearing another pair of grannies. "Take those off, too. They're ugly," he ordered, watching with some amusement as she pulled her panties down while still keeping herself covered with the dress. Amazingly, in all their years of marriage, they'd made love in the daylight less than five times, due to Kelli's insistence on keeping her body covered. That, he decided, would be her first lesson. "So that's all the panties you own?" Jack asked. When Kelli nodded, he had her put all the remaining panties into the box. "Now, lets do the same thing, but with all your bras." It took only a few mintues for her to get her bras laid out on the carpeted floor. "And the one you're wearing?" he prompted, thoroughly enjoying her discomfort. As he watched, she pulled the sleeves down on her dress, unhooked the bra and lifted it over her head, giving him a nice view of her 36C tits, her sexy nipples already beginning to perk up. He allowed her to pull her dress back on without permission, knowing that he'd soon have as much of her tits as he wanted. Once again he searched through her undergarments, this time taking two black lacy bras and three old ones from the collection before ordering that the rest be bundled into the box. They continued through the rest of her wardrobe, keeping only a babydoll from her sleepwear drawer, bundling all of her stockings into the box, discarding all of her shoes except for one pair of tennis shoes and three pairs of high heels, and keeping only short skirts and button down blouses from the closet. The addition of three tight halter tops did nothing to round out the collection. He dumped it all out on the bed. "From now on, you will only wear what is in this pile," he said to her, beckoning her to come close. "If I catch you wearing anything other than this, you will be severely punished. He pulled her next to him, excited as she began to tremble. Leaning close he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to teach youwhat it means to be a kept woman. I'm going to show you how to act like the slut you are. And I'm going to show you how hard men use sluts like you. I'm not just going to fuck you. I'm going to use you and abuse you. When I'm done with you, you'll be spreading your legs at just a look from me. You'll be living to lick my feet, and begging to drink my cum." He reached down to squeeze her ass, grinding his pelvis into her body, "You're going to be my fuck slave and more. Depraved, sick, twisted, perverted and slimy. That's how you'll spend your days and nights." He paused again to dig his fingers into the cleft between her ass cheeks, crudely stretching them apart. "No more Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. You're gonna show me your nasty side, one way or the other." He could feel her heart pounding; whether from fear or excitement he didn't know, or care. "So you can say goodbye to life as usual. You're gonna be my fuck slut, Kelli. My fuck slut!" With a lick to her earlobe he released her, pleased to see the shock on her face. Now she was beginning to understand. He felt powerful, sexual energy flowing through him like electricity. He thought of fucking her now, of throwing her down on the bed and having his way with her, but he didn't want this feeling to end. He wanted to let it built and build and build, to the point where he could take her savagely. And not care about it in the least. Instead, he roamed over to her dresser. Throughout the course of their marriage, he'd stayed out of her things. Now, she belonged to him, and he wanted to violate her somehow, if only in this little way. Pulling one drawer open, he found only papers and letters. He'd have to sit down and read some of it sometime. But not now. In the next drawer he found a couple of sweatshirts which he tossed toward the box, and...what was this? He took the package and advanced on his wife, waving it in front of her eyes. "Didn't I just ask you if that was all the panties you had?" he asked slowly, anticipating the answer. "Yes. But, but I forgot..." she stuttered, taking a step back. "No excuses!" he barked at her, secretly pleased that he'd found a potential outlet for his passion. "You obviously need a little extra motivation to remember to obey. No doubt I've spoiled you during the last few years. Now it's time to see if you can learn." Taking her by the arm, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her down to him, positioning her over his knee while she struggled slowly, still not believing how quickly her life had turned around. "Stop struggling," he ordered, pushing her down with his left hand while pulling the hem of her dress up with his right. He paused for a moment, admiring the soft white globes of her ass, the round fullness of them, the way they only barely concealed her puckered asshole, and below that her puffy and welcoming cunt. Gently, almost reverently, he ran his hands over her ass, unaware of any other part of her. Then, with no warning at all, he raised his right hand and brought it down on her right cheek with a loud "Shhhwaaap!" He only barely heard his wife gasp before he swatted her again, this time catching the left cheek full on. God, this feels good, he thought as he spanked her ass again, getting into the rhythm of it. Though the strength and sweep of his hand was limited by the position, it didn't take long for him to notice a difference in his wife's butt, as it quickly colored from a pale white to a glowing red. Kelli's body language, too, had changed. Where before there'd been some defiance, now she was like a rag doll over his knee. No doubt it was her first good spanking since childhood. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 02 Day Two – Preparation Kelli woke with a start and then settled back into the pillow. Her sleep had been fitful, filled with disturbing images of Jack and other men touching, groping and penetrating her. Still a little confused, she looked over to see Jack sprawled out in the bed, his naked body only half covered by the twisted sheet. She quickly realized that she too wore no nightclothes. She'd slept nude for the first time in, well, in her whole life! That brought her memories of the previous day flooding back. Jack's plan to get even with her for her infidelity. His ultimatum and contract. The change in his personality. The way he'd violated her, both mentally and physically. The fear, anxiety and yes, excitement, that she'd felt. And the way he'd taken her at the end of the night. The humiliation, the intense pleasure, and the shocking way she'd capitulated at the end. The end? She whipped her head around to see the clock and then breathed a sigh of relief. She had a few minutes before she was to wake him up. Long enough to try and soothe the pain in her body and calm her racing mind. She could see that the whole thing was a way for him to punish her. Not only for her infidelity, but for her adamant belief that sex was wrong. She'd known for a while that he was unhappy with their sex life. He wanted to do things that people shouldn't be doing. And instead of compromising, she'd stonewalled him, keeping the two of them from enjoying any pleasure. She wasn't so naïve as to think that no one else was doing these things. She watched TV, went to the movies, surfed the Internet. But for her whole life, she'd been raised a strict Baptist. If it wasn't in the Bible, you weren't supposed to do it. The fact that she and Jack had sex when they weren't trying to have children had been a real point of pride for her. Then, yesterday, every time he'd forced her to break one of her taboos, she'd seen a look of triumph in his eyes. She knew it was going to be a long two weeks. She had a lot of taboos. Her attitudes were as much her parents' fault as anybody's. When they lived down South, the church had been the center of their lives. And when they'd taken Kelli and her sisters north to live, they'd brought along the 100-proof version of their religion as a defense against Northern liberals. Most of all, they'd instilled a definite fear of God in their daughters. When her mother had caught Kelli touching herself one day, she'd lectured her on the impurities of women and then admonished her, "God is watching." That single phrase was at the center of so many of her inhibitions. That's why they always made love in the dark. That's why she kept her clothes simple and plain, even though Jack continually asked her to show more skin. That's why she never used dirty words. And that's why she didn't touch his penis, or put it in her mouth, or even touch his ejaculation. God was always watching, and the thought of Him watching her do that embarrassed her. But now, well, God would just have to deal with it. Today was Sunday, and she thought that Jack would still want to go to church. She'd watch and listen carefully during the service, and see if God gave her a sign that what she was doing was wrong. She hoped not, because doing this for Jack seemed to be the only way of keeping him. And while it wasn't all fun, it was a little fun being bad. She turned to the clock just as the number flipped over to 8:00. He'd given her explicit instructions last night about how he wanted to be awakened every morning. She was to get up before him, make sure the coffee was brewing, and then wake him by sucking on his penis...no, she had to learn to say it....by sucking on his 'cock' until he got hard. She'd put the coffee on the automatic timer, so that left only one thing to do. Shifting around so her head faced the foot of the bed, she tried to disentangle his limbs from the sheets, but quickly gave up. He was too wrapped up. She didn't think that waking him up first would go over well, so instead she crawled up under the sheet and inched her way between his legs. In the enclosed space his muskiness and the lack of open air left her lightheaded. But finally she inched forward enough to be within striking distance of his manhood. Seen limp and resting, it looked harmless. But when fully erect it was thick and long, over seven inches, and capable of tearing her apart. As her vagi...no, her cunt...could fully attest. Tentatively she took the head, and then the shaft into her mouth, rolling the folds of skin around with her tongue. In response Jack groaned and opened his legs a little wider. Encouraged, she began sucking at the soft skin, thrilled to feel it growing within her mouth. Every other time she'd ever taken him this way, he'd already been hard. With a whoosh Jack pulled the covers from her body. She could imagine what she looked like, naked and suckling on his manhood. But she persisted, knowing that to stop would only anger him. She thought of her mother's pre-marital advice on how to keep a man happy. It hadn't mentioned this. Finally Kelli had Jack's cock stiff and quivering. "Should I keep going, Sir?" she asked, knowing that the question would please him. "No, come up here instead," he replied, giving her head a slight tug. When they were eye-to-eye, he pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard, his tongue dancing with hers. Kissing was one of the few sexual pleasures she'd felt comfortable with, and she'd developed quite a talent for it. But just when it felt like she might melt into his arms, he flipped her on her back, mounted her, and slipped his cock in the folds between her legs. To her surprise she was already very wet, and she automatically raised her legs to let him farther in. He fucked her silently for several minutes, his blank stare a sign that his thoughts were far away. Kelli, though, took in every sight and sensation of this new experience of making love in the daytime. She watched as his wet cock slid smoothly in and out of her. She noticed how her breasts quivered with every stroke, and how good it felt when Jack's muscled chest rubbed against her nipples. She took in every play of his muscles. She memorized every sensation of his manhood spearing inside her. She felt a sudden thrill when she noticed that the drapes were open. And she smiled when she felt the familiar warmness of an oncoming orgasm. But just as it was starting to feel good, Jack pulled out and rolled off her. For a moment they just lay side by side, their breathing slowing to normal. "Sit up and give me your hand," he finally said to her, taking it in his. "There are a couple of things I want you to do for me for the next two weeks." Whoa, back to reality, Kelli thought. "The first thing I want you to do today is to shave your muff when you shave your legs. I want all the hair from between your legs removed, except for a strip two fingers wide." He placed her fingers just above her slit to demonstrate. "And from now on, when you're with me but not serving me, I want you kneeling on the floor in your base position. That way I can keep an eye on you. "Now as far as today is concerned, I've decided that we should still go to the 10:30 service. You can wear any appropriate dress, but you must wear one of the three panties in your slave wardrobe. The same goes for your bra. After the service, we won't be joining your parents for brunch as we have a bunch of errands to do. Now, get on your hands and knees for a little fun before your shower." As Kelli flipped over she noticed that he was still hard. He was going to take her doggy-style, right before church? "Yeep!" she squeaked as she felt his hand sting her butt. She was getting spanked? But she hadn't done anything wrong! Before she could protest, another swat stung her buttocks. Then another and another. This time she kept count, trying to focus on the numbers rather than the pain. But Jack never asked how many, stopping at twenty-three. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw the excitement and lust in his eyes. She could tell then that the spanking would be a daily thing. In the car after the service, Kelli sat silently next to Jack. Almost immediately after leaving the parking lot, he'd ordered her to raise her skirt high enough to see her panties. Now, at the light, he idly stroked her inner thighs, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. On the other hand, the wetness staining her panties revealed her body's appreciation of his stimulation. The service had gone well, though she was continuously reminded of the morning's activities. First by the uncomfortable stinging of her butt. And second by the itchy, bare feeling between her legs. Both caused her to fidget in her seat. Then, after the service, she thought she might die of embarrassment when they stopped to tell her parents to go on without them. Looking at the two of them, her father had commented, "Jack, you got yourself a good little girl here." And Jack had answered, "Yes, I'm only just now finding out how good," while giving Kelli an open wink. Kelli was sure that she saw her mother giggle at that. On the good side, God hadn't given her any overt sign that she was doing the wrong thing. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed by that conclusion. The two of them reached the shopping center just as Jack's probings were beginning to get obscene. Not surprisingly, he led her directly to "Fantasy Nights," a store he'd always wanted her to visit. As they entered, Kelli felt like every eye in the parking lot was on her. Inside, it took her eyes a while to adjust to the dark. And when they did, she saw that the store was packed with every manner of adult clothing and toys. Lingerie of all sorts hung from the racks. One counter was given over solely to condoms, while another held nothing but massage oils. And along the walls she saw all kinds of vibrators, fake penises and other gizmos too complex to understand. She was so dumbfounded it took several seconds for Jack's voice to cut through the haze, and even then she didn't immediately notice what he called her. "Earth to slut. Come in slut..." he crooned at her, finally going back to pull her forward. She looked around in horror to see if anyone had heard him call her that, but if anyone had they were being exceptionally circumspect. Still, to call her that in public! She thought of complaining to him, but suddenly realized that he wanted her to get riled up. It'd be just another excuse to punish her. Jack led her like a child from rack to rack, holding up outfits against her before discarding them or adding them to the growing pile in her arms. Finally, he led her back to the changing rooms. "All right if I help her pick out the best ones?" he asked the clerk, who nodded and gave them both a knowing smile before adding, "It's against store policy to try on any panties, you know." After assuring her that Kelli wouldn't, Jack led the way back to the room farthest from the doorway. Kelli's mortification grew when she saw that the room was not only equipped with a three-way mirror, but also with a security camera labeled, "Monitoring provided for your protection." For nearly 20 minutes she tried on the outfits Jack had selected, usually over her underwear, though for some he ordered her to remove her bra so he could see the full effect. The lingerie he selected gave new meaning to the word "skimpy," leaving almost nothing to the imagination. As Jack paid for their purchases, he ordered her to re-stock the rest of the items. The saleswomen didn't seem at all phased by her submissive compliance. Over the next few hours they made trips to the hardware store, the shoe store, a candle store, an Army surplus store, the drugstore, a liquor store and the grocery store. She couldn't tell what he had in mind from the stuff he was buying, though she suspected he bought much of it just to confuse her. By the time they got home, Kelli was exhausted from running around. Even if she did have to prepare dinner, she'd have a chance to rest while it was cooking. Her plans were dashed, however, when Jack stopped her in the garage. "Take all this stuff into the kitchen. Then, head upstairs, wash up, and change into the white camisole and high heels we just bought. Then go to the dining room, take your position on the floor in the corner and wait for me." With that, he disappeared into the house. Kelli had waited in the dining room for over 30 minutes before Jack appeared, a small sports bag in his hand. By then her legs were cramped and sore, despite the fact that she'd walked around a few times just to get the pins and needles out. Motioning her to stand and come to him, he waited until she was close before grabbing her arm and dragging her nearer. His eyes were predatory as he squeezed her painfully, "Didn't I tell you to take your position and wait? Then why could I hear your footsteps while I was in the basement? And who told you to draw the curtains in here? I make the decisions of what you will and will not do! And you just earned yourself a special punishment for tonight. Don't add to it." Kelli cringed, silently berating herself. She'd automatically closed the curtains when she entered the room so the neighbors couldn't see her. And she hadn't even realized she was disobeying him by walking around. She wondered what the "special punishment" would be. And promised herself that she'd pay more attention to his instructions. Kelli tried to look chastened while Jack stared at her before continuing, "I've decided to see how you measure up as a slave, to see if you meet my personal standards. We'll start with your body. Strip off all your clothes and stand up straight." Pulling a cloth tape measure from his bag, he measured her head, neck, bust, waist and hips, then her height, the length of her arms and her inseam. He marked all the measurements down in a little book. Then, with her bending over at the waist, he measured the distance from the floor to the top of her pussy. Next, he stood her against the wall and noted how far out her breasts, stomach and legs protruded. "On your back on the table facing the window," he ordered, turning back to his sports bag. She did as she was told, wondering where this was leading. When Jack turned back to her, he held four lengths of rope in his hands that Kelli recognized from the hardware store. Working methodically, Jack centered her body on the table and proceeded to bind her wrists and ankles to the table legs, trussing her tight enough to keep her limbs in place. Unexpectedly, Jack reached out and tickled her stomach. Despite her best efforts to get away, she could move only her torso, and only a few inches either way. Taking the tape measure, he then proceeded to measure the length of her pussy slit, the height of her nipples when erect. Then, like an insane gynecologist, he used a school ruler and two salad spoons from the kitchen to spread her wide and measure the diameter of her open pussy and how deep he could shove the ruler into her. These too were transferred to his record book. Kelli suffered the humiliation with only a few tears, taking small comfort in the fact that he probably would do this only once. "OK," he said brightly, as if he performed these actions everyday, "now it's time for me to have a little fun." Dropping his boxers to the ground, he positioned his cock over her mouth and made her kiss it as he slowly rubbed it back and forth against her lips. Kelli could both smell and taste the pre-cum on the head; he'd obviously been very turned on by the way he'd humiliated her. That, she realized, didn't bode well for the next two weeks. It looked like he was capable of far harsher acts of revenge than she'd first imagined. Was he getting even with her for more than her affair? She could only hope that her submissive compliance was softening the harder edges. But she doubted it. Once Jack's cock was stiff and wet, he pulled himself onto the table and plunged between her legs. It was a tight and uncomfortable fit, thanks to the ropes binding her legs to the table. Despite her discomfort, Jack settled into a strong and quick tempo, pounding his cock into her cunt with a vengeance. Even when her lubrication kicked in the pain continued, as Jack dropped his entire weight onto her with every stroke. It wasn't fucking for pleasure, she realized. He was fucking to dominate her. Finally, his body gleaming with sweat, he pulled out of her and crawled up her body until he was straddling her chest. Obediently she opened her mouth to take his cock, expecting a repeat performance of the previous day. Instead, he pushed her mouth closed with one hand while stroking himself with the other. Then, before she even knew what was happening, his cock, looking huge to her eyes, ejected a long, creamy white stream of cum right onto her face! Instinctively she closed her eyes, only to open them again when she felt another glob of the sticky stuff squirt onto her face. As she watched in amazement, a smaller glob peeked out from the hole and dripped down onto her chin and neck. Even as she lay there, she could feel his sperm, his cum, dripping down her face and neck and into her hair. Already some of it was drying, leaving her feeling sticky and gross. Jack, though, was evidently pleased with his efforts, grinning like mad as he swayed above her. "Clean me off," he ordered, placing his cock on the tip of her lips. She did her best, even though the cum that had pooled on her lips would sometimes leak into her mouth. This time she really noticed the taste of his cum, the musky saltiness. It actually wasn't too unpleasant, unless she really thought about where it had come from. The next sound she heard nearly shocked Kelli out of her skin. The doorbell! "Don't go away, love," Jack said to her with an evil grin. Hopping off her, he donned a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and made his way to the foyer, leaving her totally exposed, with gobs of cum streaming down her face. Kelli strained to hear what was going on, but the dining room walls blocked everything but some indistinct mumbling. A few minutes later, Jack sauntered into the room wearing a mischievous grin. "That was your Mom and Dad," he told her, tweaking her nipples and pawing her body. "They wanted to come in for a visit, but I told them you were tied to the dining room table and I was teaching you to be a good wife." Kelli felt her face flush even as doubt and confusion swept through her. He hadn't really said that, had he? Jack left her no time to wonder as he produced a new toy from his bag of tricks. About eight inches long and about as thick as a banana, Kelli recognized it as one of the vibrators they'd seen at the store today. "This, my dear, is going to be your new best friend," he said to her, running the phallic shape up and down between her breasts. While she'd never actually used one, she knew several women at church who had, usually when their husbands were on extended road trips. With the memory of that conversation came a wave of guilt. That conversation had taken place one New Years Eve when they had all had a little too much champagne. It certainly wasn't an intimacy they normally shared. Jack carefully showed her how to turn the device on and select one of the five speed settings. As he caressed her breasts with it, her nipples became painfully erect. Her pleasure was mixed with trepidation at the thought of what it might feel like between her legs. She didn't have to wait long, as Jack moved to the other end of the table and teased her pussy lips with the buzzing end. Seemingly of their own volition, Kelli's hips began humping toward the magic wand, literally begging for complete stimulation. She clenched her eyes shut and her total awareness became focused on the hot spot between her legs. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Jack pushed the vibrator into her pussy. It felt so good, so hot. At random intervals, he would cant the stick to touch her magic spot, the one who's name she still couldn't bring herself to say. But when he touched her there, it seemed a fire was exploding up her hips, even her heavily flowing juices not enough to quench it. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 02 She could feel herself building towards an earth-shattering orgasm. Despite her inhibitions she gasped and moaned aloud, crying out her pleasure. She held her breath and bucked her hips, craving to bring every inch of her into contact with Jack's electric pleasure toy. Soon, very soon. She felt herself reach the edge...just about...almost there... Nothing. Kelli opened her eyes and looked down with a cry. Nothing! Jack had completely withdrawn the vibrator, to the point where he now stood several feet away from the table. As if observing from outside her body, she could see herself thrashing and twisting against the ropes, grinding her ass into the table in search of the final bit of stimulation that would send her over the edge. "Please, oh please God," she moaned, the desperate desire taking her well past blasphemy. When it became clear both to her body and mind that she would be getting no relief, she twisted her head to stare at her tormentor. Jack's self-satisfied smile said it all. He'd left her hanging on purpose, as her special punishment. "You're a bastard," she spat at him, staring through the cleft of her tits and legs and into his eyes. Even as he raised his eyebrows, she amended her curse. "You're a bastard, Sir." To be continued... Comments welcome and encouraged! 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 03 Day 3 – Recommitment Jack awoke to the most exquisite feeling he'd ever had: Kelli's warm, wet mouth engulfing his entire soft, sensitive cock. He luxuriated in the exotic sensations emanating from below. The molten liquid heat of her saliva. The slippery softness of her tongue manipulating his rod. The promising pressure as his snake expanded to reach the limits of its cage. The sudden coolness as it burst out past her lips. And the welcome warmth as she bobbed her head to once more capture his now hard fuck stick. There was no better way to wake up, and if Jack could command his wife to do one thing after the two weeks ended, it would be this. He reached down and stroked her hair as she dutifully performed this all-important morning ritual. "Dutiful" was the key word, unfortunately. Any pleasure and benefit Jack might have gotten during the last two days was more than offset by the dutiful manner in which his wife had performed her duties. He saw now that his initial packaging of his ideas had been far too naïve. For a man, it was easy to just say "do this, get that." But if you said that to a woman, she would first ask "Why do I have to do this particular thing to get that? Why not something else?" That's where his explanations had been lacking. And why his satisfaction had also suffered. Time, then, to re-package his idea and get a recommitment from her. But first... Tugging on her hair, he urged her up into his arms. He kissed her deeply, savoring the heat of her mouth and the dexterity of her tongue. Her blowjob that morning had been better than previously, but he needed to give her a lesson so she'd know exactly what he liked. He paused in his kiss to feel her breasts, the nipples stiffening under his touch. She'd slept nude with him again, and he'd spent much of the night spooned against her, caressing, fingering and exploring her entire body, every curve, crevice and secret place she had. Perhaps he could stay home from work and explore her some more? But no, he needed a break from so much stimulation. And he needed some time to explore new ways to use her. He'd discovered that the previous night. Although tying her to the table and dominating her had been extraordinary, he'd been at a loss about what to do next. On the spur of the moment, he made her leave the cum on her face and hair, knowing that to be dirty would drive her crazy. That part had worked, as she shot him hateful glances through the night. But except for making her prepare dinner, clean up afterwards, and a half-hearted spanking, the rest of the night had been uneventful. Certainly not a hardship for her and no special pleasure for him. He needed to make a special effort to spice things up every time they did something. Such as the morning spanking. Jack looked around the room, wondering what he could do to keep his slave off-balance and submissive. The open closet door gave him the beginnings of an idea. "Up slave," he growled, suddenly squeezing her breast painfully with his hand, eliciting a delightful yelp. Literally dragging her by the tit, he took her to the open door and forced her to bend over until her forehead touched the edge of the door. "Don't touch the door with your hands or we'll start over with one," he warned as he spread her legs farther apart. Spying a vinyl-bottomed slipper on the floor, he tested it against his forearm, the 'ssswwack' causing his wife to jump with fright. It stung just enough, and was better than using his hand, which had burned for an hour after her last spanking. Pausing for only a moment to admire her round ass, he brought the slipped down hard on her right cheek. "Slllllaaaapppp!" The sting of it threatened to jar her from her precarious position. Given how rapidly her ass was beginning to redden, he figured that twenty spanks would give her something to think about for the rest of the day. on every swing he tried something new; aiming for a different spot, flexing his wrist on impact, or using the thin end of the slipper to try and reach her cunt lips, now swollen with pleasure despite herself. By the time he reached twenty, her entire ass was a blazing shade of red, and her body shuddered and shook as she tried to stifle her soft sobs. "How many was that, bitch?" he demanded of her, hoping for a correct answer to avoid further punishment. Her voice shook as she replied, "It was twenty, sir. Twenty." "Excellent," he commended her. "You may now go and fix me breakfast. I want you to take one of my dirty dress shirts and wear that. No panties. And leave the front open so I can get to your tits if I need to." He gave his orders disdainfully, as if the thought of her serving him breakfast in such a way would have no effect on him. But his rapidly hardening cock threatened to betray him. He turned and headed to the shower, not pausing to see if she would comply. He knew she would. As busy as Jack's day at work had been, he knew that Kelli's had been busier. Before leaving in the morning, he'd given her a list of things to buy and do that day. The entire list was to be completed before he returned at night. He made sure that she knew that the price of failure would be a fearsome punishment. The first task on her list was to visit the lingerie store again and pick out some sheer and peek-a-boo bras and panties. He liked the idea of her wearing underwear but still revealing her most intimate places. After that she was to visit one of the many teen girl clothing stores found in the mall. She desperately needed some more revealing clothing.To keep her conservative tendencies in check, he limited her choices to tank-tops, cut-off T-shirts, and tight shorts. She looked grateful for the opportunity to shop for new clothes, even with those limitations. The outfit he'd laid out for her had been so skimpy as to be nonexistent. On his orders, she'd gotten dressed in a tight white tank-top with no bra, a mid-thigh skirt with g-string panties, no stockings, and white sandals. To his eyes, she looked like a woman on the make. Which was just what he wanted. After a visit to the clothing store, he wanted her to stop at the video store and rent two X-rated videos. It didn't matter which ones. He thought her choices might reveal a little about where her thoughts were heading. After that, she was to take the car in and have the oil changed. He knew that the mechanics' stares would send her into fits of embarrassment. It was safe fun. He knew those guys pretty well, and they wouldn't do anything but stare. His directions for her next visit, to the drugstore, were very explicit. She was to pick out a bottle of red nail polish, a stick of red lipstick, a tube of KY-Jelly, a bottle of Astroglide, a digital camera and a new memory stick. She was to buy only those items, and give him the receipt later. He wanted the clerk to know what his slutty little wife would be doing that night. And Jack wanted Kelli to know that the clerk knew what she would be doing that night. Back home, she was to bathe and trim her pubes to a much thinner strip. Jack thought he might like to eat her out that night, and he didn't want any hair in the way. Then he wanted her to paint her fingernails and toenails, waiting to apply the lipstick until just prior to his arrival. After cleaning up the house and planning dinner, she was to start up the Mac and call up the web address he'd given her. The address would take her to a link site containing thousands of porn links. Her assignment was to find and download twenty pictures of people fucking: five man on top, five doggy style, five anal and five of her choice. Once she had them, she was to assemble them into a slide show that would be running when he came home. On his list he'd ordered a dinner that could be eaten cold, just in case he wanted to get right into the evening's activities. Once everything was prepared, Kelli was to await his arrival in the family room, kneeling in her position of submission and wearing the day's uniform, minus the tank-top. Any variation from his instructions would be severely punished. Walking into the kitchen, Jack was pleased to see all of her purchases lined up for his inspection. The clothing was sufficiently skimpy, the videos were graphic, and when he looked into the den, he could see the naked forms flashing across his computer screen. Now to test his wife's commitment to the program. He entered the room to find his wife in complete compliance, kneeling on the floor with her tits bared and her gaze respectful. Just the sight of her body so open for his exploration, and exploitation, set his heart to racing. Now that he finally had his plans figured out, he just had to get her to go along. He'd rehearsed his reasons a couple of time in the car. He thought he finally had a good argument for why she should go along with his plan rather than seeing a marriage counselor. "I see you managed to get your chores done for the day," he said to her while making himself comfortable on the couch. "Yes, sir. I've tried to do everything you've asked of me..." The tone of her voice puzzled him. "Was there something else you wanted to say?" "Ummm, yes. I...I...I think I deserve to be punished!" she blurted out, her face quickly coloring as she dropped her gaze to the floor. "Punished? What do you need to be punished for?" He tried to keep his voice as emotionless as possible. There was something weird going on here. He could feel it. Her whole body trembled lightly as she lifted her face. "I haven't...I mean, I...I haven't been cooperating like I said I would," she hurried through her explanation. "I said I would do everything you say, and I would try to understand why you want me to. But I haven't been doing that. I haven't been doing my best. That's why I should be punished. So you know that now I really will be doing my best to make you happy. So you won't be mad anymore. So we can go back to being married again. So we can go back to being happy..." Jack barely blinked as he took it all in. This was a better response than he'd even hoped for, and he hadn't even used any of his arguments. No, something had gotten through to her during the day. Somehow she'd come to realize just how serious he was about this. How much he needed to shock the one he loved in order to keep the one he loved. How much he needed some pleasure that was all about him and just for him. "OK. Right here, right now, is your last chance to give me your total commitment to this plan. If you do, then we play it out until next Sunday, with no breaks and no backing out. If you don't, well, then we let the chips fall where they may. You'll get no second chance after this. It's now or never. So if you want to keep going and commit to this, just repeat after me, 'I, Kelli, swear to be your complete and total slave until midnight of next Sunday.'" "I, Kelli, swear to be your complete and total slave until midnight of next Sunday." He stared at her a moment, not really seeing the woman kneeling before him, but rather seeing her willingly and enthusiastically bending to his will and performing at his pleasure. "Excellent. And yes, you will be punished for your failures. But not all at once. A little at a time, I think. A little every day to remind you why you have to go through all this. So that every time you hurt, you think, 'I will not cheat on my husband.'" He gave her a wicked glare. "But now, you'll perform for me." On his orders, she stood before him, her hands locked behind her head and her breasts thrust out. She wiggled and jumped for him, causing her tits to bounce and sway sensuously. He indulged his every whim, not censoring his thoughts or words a single bit. "Take off your sandals and lick the insides. Now squeeze your tit between the soles. Turn around, bend over and show me your ass. Pull your g-string tight into your crack. Take your skirt off, over your head. Yes, even if you have to smash your tits on the way up. Now pull your g-string all the way into your pussy. I don't want to see any of it peeking out!" Finally he had her stand before him, practically naked but for the g-string taut within her pussy lips and her ass crack. Her body was slick with sweat from her exertions in hurrying to follow his orders. Her eyes, though, held a flicker of excitement. "Does that hurt you?" he asked. "Yes, sir, it hurts a little." "Good. It's supposed to. But there's something else, isn't there? You're a little turned on, aren't you?" She dropped her head in apparent embarrassment. "Yes, sir. I'm turned on at having this thing in my pussy." He noted the slight admission of surrender. She'd admitted to the pleasure. She'd expanded on her answer. And she'd used a dirty word without prompting. He nodded in approval. "Good. You'll find that many times pleasure and pain go together. It's a lesson you're going to learn very well." He was pleased to see pull back a little at that statement. She understood that her trial was only beginning. "Now pull off those panties and bring that ottoman over here. I'm thinking a little appetizer might be good before dinner." With more than a little manipulation, he finally had her laying face up on top of his body, her pussy before his lips and her head supported by the ottoman. It was a highly erotic sight looking down past the folds of her cunt to the peaks of her tits, and finally to the fearful look on her face. It was a sight he promised himself he would soon capture on film. But first... His wife's cunt gaped open as he roughly spread her legs wider. From the wetness and warmth, he could tell that his previous orders had truly turned her on. Good. Unlike some of the other women he'd bedded, his wife's juices were invigorating, a combination of sweet and bitter flavors that never failed to ignite his passion. Lifting her ass with his hands, he brought her cunt up to his mouth, lightly licking the engorged lips. His wife shuddered at the touch, wanting more but unable to press closer to his mouth. He was in complete control. With his tongue still lingering on her pussy lips, he traced the length of her hole from top to bottom. "Don't move!" he mumbled into her, as she once again tried to shift closer. Happy that this simple move could drive her crazy, he repeated it over and over, never letting more than the tip of his tongue glide along her steaming folds. Even when her juices began flowing from her slit he kept to the ridges, her moans and gasps echoing in the room. Finally, only after he'd marked out a blazing red trail around the edge of her cunt, did he dip his tongue in to taste the nectar at its source. At that, his wife jumped as if hit by an electric shock, and only by squeezing her ass tightly could he keep her from falling out of position. "Don't move!" he shouted at her, punctuating his order by squeezing her ass even harder. Finally feeling her body begin to soften, he plunged his tongue back into her cunt, mashing his teeth against the sensitive folds. This time she kept her body rigid, screaming out her surprise and pleasure. Using his tongue as scoop, he sucked the juices from her slit, twisting her body from side to side so he could reach every niche of her steaming hot gash. She was near to cumming. He could feel it in the way her cunt contracted on his tongue every time he probed her hole. He could hear it in her breathing. He could sense it in her posture. He contemplated leaving her on the edge as another sign of his power over her. But eating her out was a pleasure he wanted to continue after the two weeks was over. And besides, making her cum was just another kind of power and control. That decided, he clamped his mouth to her pulsating hole, trapping her clit between his tongue and his teeth. She bucked and writhed against him, her juices smearing across his face. Her moans and cries echoed in his ears; she sounded more excited than at any other time in their marriage. Despite her violent thrashing he pulled her cunt to his mouth again, his nails digging deeply into the soft flesh of her ass. He lashed her clit with his tongue until it pulled free of its protective hood, and then attacked it with his teeth, rasping across it like a file over a stubborn burr. Violent quakes shook her body, her legs spreading and contracting erratically about his head. With the first sign of her cunt squeezing his tongue, Jack immediately released her ass and brought both of his hands to cover her breasts. As the first orgasm coursed through her body, he grabbed her nipples and twisted them as hard as he could, until the swollen nubs began slipping through his sweaty fingers. Her squeals of pleasure turned to a howl of pain, and which then mixed again with her pleasured pantings to throw her again over the abyss. He kept up the pressure on her nipples until her body finally began settling down, and he could tell that the pain was overpowering the pleasurable sensations emanating from her now sopping pussy. Only when he released her tits did she dare to look at him, the unspoken question in her eyes. Though he didn't need to explain himself, he did anyways. "Pain can be pleasure and pleasure can be pain. You'll learn that over the next few days." With that, he dumped her from his lap and ordered her to serve him dinner. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 04 Day 4 -- Confessions Kelli woke and stretched languorously, sitting up enough that the sheets pulled away from her well-formed breasts. Normally smooth and inviting, they were now scored by two ugly red marks that were just beginning to fade. She touched her nipples gingerly. There didn't seem to be any lasting damage from Jack's assault on them the previous night. The pain she'd felt when he twisted them had seemed excruciating at first, but then when it had mixed in with the ecstasy of her orgasm, she almost hadn't been able tell one from the other. What was it that Jack had said? "Pain can be pleasure and pleasure pain?" She knew that as punishment for her cheating, she'd accepted a whole bunch of pain and humiliation for herself. She just had to find a way to find some pleasure in it. If she could. Whatever happened, she knew that she had to play along with whatever Jack wanted to do. In the beginning, she'd somehow convinced herself that if she didn't participate, somehow his demons would disappear of their own accord. Demons! Part of her had actually believed that the devil was in some way responsible for his actions. When, after thinking about it all Monday, she realized that a lot of the blame was hers . She'd been the one to stray, after all. She'd been the one who'd tried to hold their sex life to a higher moral standard. She'd been the one who'd kept Jack from enjoying any sexual pleasure during their marriage. When she'd knelt before him last night, she'd actually wanted him to punish her for not making her best effort to keep their marriage together. And for being so sanctimonious as to think that the problem was all his. Because, truth be told, part of her did feel liberated by some of the things Jack had made her do. It felt good to be bad. And now she had the perfect excuse to be bad...she was being forced into it. She wanted more of that nasty feeling. Her gaze fell on the alarm clock. My god! Why hadn't the alarm gone off? She was already 15 minutes late in waking him up! He'd promised her that today would be a nasty one. Now that he was already running late, she knew that would be an understatement. Not wasting another moment, she slithered under the covers until she was positioned right between his legs. Taking his cock into her hands, she bent her lips to engulf the flaccid head, flicking her tongue over the mushroom cap. Paying special attention to the underside ridge, she used her fingers, teeth, lips, tongue and breath to recreate some of the blowjob tips he'd taught her the night before. In fact, her jaw still ached from that lesson, in which she'd sucked on him continuously for over an hour until he felt she was making progress. Fortunately, the night's rest had restored his sexual drive, and his cock sprang to life in no time. She kept sucking at him diligently even when he pulled the sheets away, knowing that seeing her in this position would only turn him on more. But when he grabbed her hair in his hands and pulled her from her task, she knew that he'd caught sight of the time on the clock. "I ask you to do just four things in the morning," he seethed at her, twisting her hair and pulling her even closer. "All you have to do is wake me up, bend over for your daily spanking, get my shower going and serve me breakfast," he said, twisting her hair for emphasis on each point. "But now, you haven't even done that. Now, I'm twenty minutes late." He jerked her head away. "I guess I haven't been strong enough in my teaching." He yanked her head close again. "So now I have to give up one of my four morning pleasures. It can't be my shower, since I smell like I've had my face inside your pussy all night. It can't be my breakfast, cuz that's the most important meal of the day. And you've already given me my blowjob, such as it was. So that leaves your spanking. But don't get any ideas. We're not skipping it. We're just postponing it awhile. And just so you know, you'll be getting twice what you would've. Now get your ass in gear and get my day going." He released her with a wicked twist to her hair, which sent bolts of pain sparking through her head. Well, at least he wasn't going to punish her right away, though she expected that her butt would be glowing bright red before the evening was over. As she got his shaving supplies out and his shower going to the right temperature, she could hear him laying out her clothes for breakfast and the rest of the day. She expected something even sluttier than yesterday, if that was even possible. When she'd walked into the auto shop, she'd felt every man's eyes upon her. And why not? Her top had been so tight, the material had been stretched to the breaking point, pushing her breasts nearly up to her neck in the process. Plus, it had been sheer enough to see the dark outlines of her nipples. The final straw had been how quickly her nipples had hardened in response to their leering stares. Good thing they hadn't been able to see how wet her panties had gotten upon realizing that the hard nubs of her nipples were exposed for all to see. As she left the bathroom Jack gave her bare butt a hard smack. Now that he could, he took advantage of almost every opportunity to touch or grope her body. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, being so exposed, just another reminder of how she was in his control. She quickly pulled on the outfit he'd laid out for the morning, a pink, topless bustier with snaps at the crotch. She'd have to cook breakfast with all the shades drawn again, but she'd hardly opened them at all over the past few days. Despite the fact that Jack was nearly back on schedule, he didn't allow her to eat any breakfast. Part of her punishment, he'd explained, with an added warning not to eat any after he left. Though her stomach was growling slightly, she didn't even think about disobeying him. In the last few days, he'd gotten some kind of ESP that let him know when she didn't follow his instructions. She'd just get a bigger lunch, if she could pack it in between her many errands. Instead of letting her eat breakfast, Jack positioned her under the breakfast table, where she passed the time licking and kissing his cock. She was getting to be very familiar with its taste and texture, and even began enjoying how it responded to her ministrations. Before Jack left for the day, he gave her the outfit she'd have to wear: a lacy teddy and blue jeans. That was it! When she protested that she couldn't go out like that, he reminded her that she could and would go out naked if he ordered it. And then he took away her only avenue for escape, ordering her not to wear any coat, shirt or anything to cover the teddy. She could only hope that none of her friends would see her. With a final grope of her pussy and a kiss on the lips, he handed her the errand list for the day and swept out the door. As Kelli read the list, she saw that Jack hadn't exaggerated. Today was going to be a mean-spirited and nasty day. First, she was to get on the Internet and download graphic pictures showing exactly what she and her lover had done together. Then she was to assemble them into a slideshow in exactly the order they'd done it, leaving a blank screen between sets to signify each new "date." Next he'd instructed her to visit the movie rental store and trade in last night's dirty movies for two new ones, this time all amateur action. She was then to visit an adult store and get "two dildos, one the same length as her lover's, and one three inches longer." She was to be home exactly at 2:00 to receive phone instructions from him. And of course she still had to shower, shave, make dinner and prepare herself to greet him when he arrived home after work. **** Kelli sat down at the computer, hands trembling over the keyboard, eyes already beginning to well up. She'd been played for a fool. She knew that now. Sure, she'd been honored when Roger had asked her to help with the Youth Group at church. She hadn't even wondered why so many of the women quit so quickly while Roger continued to hold his post. Oh, she'd practically beamed every time he dropped a compliment on her, especially how her figure put the teen girls to shame. The talks about sex that had been disguised as ways to "help" their youthful wards. And, of course, there was the Youth Camp trip where she'd taken the final, tragic step. To call it a camp was a misnomer. It was really a weekend retreat to a nearby convention hotel aimed at getting the kids away from their families and peers so they could better evaluate where their lives were headed. She and Roger had just finished the 10:00 curfew check when he suggested that they hit the hotel pool, which was reserved for adults. She slipped on the bikini she'd brought at Roger's suggestion, claiming it would help the kids identify better with her. The bottom wasn't terribly revealing, though the top did accentuate the fullness of her breasts. After a bit of relaxing swimming and splashing, she started back to her room, only to discover that her room card had somehow disappeared. Like a knight springing to her rescue, Roger had suggested that they head up to his room where he could call hotel security and wait for a new card. The first thing Kelli noticed when they got there was how cold it was. Roger must've had the air conditioner set at sixty! Shivering in her wet suit, she'd been very grateful when Roger had offered her his terry robe. While he called security, she tried to make herself comfortable on the small sofa, tucking the robe under her so she wouldn't leave a wet mark on the fabric. Unfortunately, this left her without enough fabric to cover the rest of her body. Roger returned to report that it would take some time for security to arrive, as they had a problem in another part of the hotel. In the meantime, would she care to help him celebrate their successful trip with a bottle of wine he'd brought along? Though Kelli didn't really want to drink, Roger forced her to have a glass out of politeness. Roger never let her plastic cup get empty as one drink turned to two, and then three, and then four. That's when the night had turned into a scene from a bad soap opera or a cheesy sitcom. Somehow he managed to pour wine all over her swimsuit, staining not only the top but the bottom. Profuse with apologies, he first made as if to wipe the wine away with a napkin, but then backed away. Why not take the suit into the bathroom and soak it in the sink? While she was running the water, he would call and see what was taking security so long. When Kelli returned to the room Roger seemed to be animatedly discussing the room card situation on the phone. She took her seat back on the sofa, clutching the robe about her, though no matter how she pulled at it, it still seemed to leave some part of her anatomy exposed. This didn't bother her as much as normal, though. It barely even registered when Roger sat down right next to her. Security would be there as soon as possible, he told her, twisting in his seat so that his hand accidentally prodded her stomach. When she let out a giggle he turned back to her, gazing at her with amusement in his eyes. Oh, so we've got a ticklish one here, he teased, this time purposely fingering her stomach while she giggled uncontrollably. As she frantically tried to fend off his attacks, she didn't even notice that her robe had come undone, baring her entire body to him. She'd finally tied up his hands with hers and was preparing to declare victory when he bent over and gave her a long, wet raspberry square on her bare stomach, which drove her into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. When he administered another in the general area of her ribcage, she desperately tried to twist away, whereupon she found his mouth in direct contact with her right nipple. As she gasped and tried to regain her composure, small jolts of pleasure shot through her body. She became abruptly aware of Roger's hands on her bare skin, his tongue rasping across her nipple, and the hardness barely concealed by his baggy swim trunks. When his mouth finally left her breasts and traveled upwards, her lips were parted and waiting for him. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth and sucked long and hard on it. Still gasping for breath from the tickling attack, she reveled in the feel of her nipples scraping across his chest, and the sensation of his strong fingers brushing against the outside of her slit. From there it was only a short trip to the bed, where, as he settled his weight onto her and she felt his hardness penetrate her, she could almost imagine that it was Jack who was making her this hot and wet. Almost. If it had ended there, with Roger's balls tightening and his sperm shooting deep into her love canal, Kelli would never have told Jack about it. But the combination of pleasures, both alcoholic and tactile, had put her into a complacent stupor. So when Roger continued to caress her afterwards, when his lips once again sought hers, when his hands found the cleft between her buttocks, and he urgently placed kisses up and down her sweat-soaked body, she once again allowed him inside her. And they made long, slow, passionate love, until he left another stream of his seed deep within her. They'd met again two weeks later, in the church's classrooms, where he offered his most profound apologies. He'd never done that before. It had been the wine talking. He hoped they could still be friends. After talking for hours, he'd offered her a friendship kiss. But when his lips "accidentally" brushed hers, she didn't pull away. And when his hand reached up her dress, pulled her panties aside, and knowingly petted her outer lips, she didn't protest. He took her brutally then, on the teacher's desk, her blouse pulled open, her breasts dangling out of her bra, not even removing her panties but just letting his hard member push them aside. He came inside her with a grunt and then left without a word. She called him two days later to tell him this had to stop. She was married and so was he. But he was still one step ahead of her. Meet me, he threatened, or he would tell her husband and everyone at church about how she seduced him. How she came into his hotel room wearing nothing but a robe. How she seduced him with her luscious lips and bouncing breasts. Kelli knew his lies would find willing ears among certain women in the congregation. So she spread her legs for him six more times, balancing the indignity of it against the embarrassment he might cause. But when he announced his intention to spend another weekend with her at the upcoming Youth Camp, she'd somehow found the courage to confess to Jack. And relieved of that stress, had discovered just how thoroughly Roger had manipulated her through her fears. Kelli placed the final picture into the slide show...a close-up photo of a woman's pussy all covered in cum. In their last two visits, Roger had taken to ejaculating outside her vagina, as if to mark his newly conquered territory. But now, that territory and everything around it once again belonged to Jack, and she was determined to let him do anything he wanted with it. **** Kelli knelt before her husband with tears streaming down her cheeks as she finished telling the story of her betrayal. Not the whole story, though. She'd glossed over some of the details, and completely omitted a few others. Even given that censoring, she dared not look up at him, afraid to see the depth of the rage he must be feeling. Instead she stared at his shoes, though they gave her no clues as to the state of his emotions. He would punish her. Of that she was sure. It was the "how" and the "how long" that made her tremble in fear...and desire. While she could scarcely believe it, the thought of being punished was starting to turn her on. Just as she started to explore the feeling,Jack grabbed her hair and pushed her face into the carpeting, leaving her ass canted upward and her pussy exposed. Whack! His hand soundly smacked her bare skin, the force of it pushing her lips against the rough carpet fibers. Whack! She shuddered from the blow as he put the full force of his muscles into his swing. Whack! The pain erupted between her legs where his flat palm stung her sensitive pussy lips. Whack! His cupped hand struck the meaty part of her ass, the heat of it singeing her skin. On and on it went, Jack tanning her hide with a vengeance, showing not a single bit of mercy, until the two were left streaked with moisture -- he with sweat, she with tears. "That's for this morning," he panted. "Now, let's get downstairs and we'll get on with the real punishment for your affair."The real punishment??? After turning her bottom a blistering red, what more could there be? In the basement, Jack unlocked the door to the storage room and pushed her inside. After looking around, a single word came to mind: dungeon. Jack had removed the paneling from one wall, and had installed all manner of hooks, ropes and chains to the exposed frame. A number of large iron hooks had also been installed in the ceiling timbers, and he'd stripped the carpeting off the floor, leaving bare cement. Many of the dildos and other sex implements she'd bought over the last few days were on display in the bookshelf. And over in the corner lay a bare mattress, hardly large enough for two bodies. Finally, on the back of the door he'd hung a full-length mirror. "You'll be getting very familiar with this place," he grinned at her. "After all, a slut like you deserves punishment, doesn't she?" "Yes, sir. I deserve punishment," she agreed, careful not to forget his title. Her butt was still buzzing from the latest spanking, and she had no desire to add some extra swats to her next one. At his instruction, she stood next to the framework as he tied her wrists to the hooks above her head, and attached ropes to her ankles. Stringing the ropes through hooks set off to each side, he only had to tug on each rope to pull her legs apart. Worst of all, she realized that if he pulled too hard, she wouldn't be able to support herself on her feet and she'd be dangling naked and helpless from the hooks above. After checking to see that she was properly secured, Jack gathered a few items from the table and brandished them in front of her. "We're gonna take your punishment in small steps, though after that story you told me, I've half a mind to tan your hide but good. But, lucky for you, I've been thinking about this for some time, and there's a bunch of things I've been dying to try. Besides, I've seen your reaction when I've sometimes gotten too rough. I think you like the rough stuff more than you want to admit." It was true, Kelli admitted to herself. Sometimes, when Jack would be sucking on her nipples and his teeth dug in too hard, she'd feel quite a bit of pleasure mixed in with the pain. Or if he dug his fingers into her butt or breasts, she'd be surprised to find herself liking it more than hating it. Of course, such realizations of pleasure had always been followed by an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame. It had been that church upbringing again. But, she reminded herself, that had been the old Kelli. The new one was willing to support whatever Jack wanted to do to her. Taking the first item in his hand, which Kelli recognized as a flog, he began to lightly stroke her skin. Kelli forced herself to concentrate on the sensations against her skin, trying to shut out the intensity in his eyes. That kind of passion scare her, especially since it had to do with something that her mind, if not her heart, considered to be sinful. The many slips of leather slid smoothly along her, feeling soft and supple. Occasionally he would flick the tassles more firmly against her, but for no he seemed content to simply take her measure. As his caresses continued, she closed her eyes and let her chin drop to her chest. So she was completely unprepared when the first hard slap of the flogger struck directly between her legs, the leather stinging sharply as it snapped against her sensitive pussy lips. She opened her eyes again to see the next stroke traveling inexorably upward, and though she strained to close her legs the ropes held them firmly open. If anything, the second stroke was more painful than the first, now that she knew it was coming. Jack punished her ten more times like that, transforming her pale crotch into a gleaming red patch. Then he turned his attention to her breasts, not so much swinging the flogger down on them as snapping the tips of the tassles against her, so each stroke felt like a dozen bee stings. Throughout it all he remained grim-lipped and methodical, as focused on it as he'd be when completing a particularly complex home improvement project. The only thing that belied his lack of pleasure was the outline of his cock against his jeans, which revealed that he was fully erect and ready to fuck. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 04 After finishing with the flogger and leaving her body a nice shade of pink, he retrieved the nipple clamps he'd had her buy two days ago. "I'm not surprised that Roger was so attracted to your tits. They certainly got my attention when I first met you. So it won't be a big surprise to you when I pay so much attention to them until we're done. Now that we know what a slut you are, every time your nipples get hard I want you to be thinking of me, and not your dear Roger." With that, he grabbed her left breast in his hand, squeezing the nipple and clamping it into place, screwing the clamp until it made her wince. He then attached the other one, giving her tits a satisfied smack once he'd finished. Kelli looked down to see her engorged nipples being tightly pinched by the clamps, while a gold chain hung between her breasts. "I have a feeling that you stretched the truth a little bit when you told me that story," Jack said, examining her closely. "We're gonna get to the truth behind those lies by the end of these two weeks. But today we're gonna end this little session with a lesson about what happens when you stretch the truth. Yes, stretching anything at all can be hazardous to your health." Kelli watched in disbelief as Jack took a cluster of fishing weights and attached them to the chain stretching between her breasts. When he pulled his hand away, the weights immediately dropped, pulling her nipples down with them. She gasped as sharp stabbing pains emanated from her nipples and into her breasts. And she cried out as Jack added another cluster to the chain, wrenching her nipples even further downward. Unlike the flogging, this time the discomfort grew and grew, as the heavy pull distended her breasts and nipples. "That's not even very much," Jack commented. "Soon you'll be able to stand, and enjoy, much more than that." As Kelli ripped her gaze from her tortured tits to show him her disbelief, she was blinded by a flash of light. She saw, through the haze of blue flashes, that Jack had just taken a picture of her with his new digital camera. And was even now preparing to take another! "Oh, this?" he replied to her incredulous gaze. "I've decided to document your punishment. I've had lots of friends on the Internet giving me advice, and I want to show them how things are going." Friends on the Internet? He was joking, right? He wouldn't possibly show anyone photos of her like this. And not on the Internet. Who knew who would end up seeing them? She was just about to voice her complaint when she noticed him gathering the leg ropes in his hand and giving a hard yank. As she'd feared, pulling the ropes spread her legs so wide that she immediately left her feet, leaving her dangling from the ropes on her wrists. Worse, the sudden drop had cause the weights to bounce and swing, sending jolts of new pain through her body. Completely helpless, with legs spread wide, dangling off the ground, and breasts deformed by a weighted chain, Kelli could only hang in shame as Jack took photo after photo of her, documenting every humiliating detail. But even then Jack wasn't done. "Just like Roger I've stretched your tits and spread your legs. Now there's just one other part of you that he also stretched." Taking the final item from the table, he waved it in front of her and then jammed it deep into her pussy. Thankfully it was only the seven-inch dong. She shuddered to think what the ten-incher might feel like. Fortunately, all the attention, good and bad, had turned her on like never before, and the dong slid smoothly in, lubricated by her hot cunt juices. Kelli suffered through another round of humiliating pictures, too tired and in too much pain to analyze how she felt or why she felt that way. And when Jack finally released the ropes, took the weights from her breasts, twisted her around to face the wall, and took her doggy-style, she came with a ferocity she couldn't ever remember experiencing. She just knew that she had to remember that feeling when she remembered the rest of the night. To be brutally continued... Comments welcome! 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 05 Day 5 -- Inhibitions Jack smiled with satisfaction at the pile of papers on his desk. It had taken him only a few hours to wade through the stack of work, leaving him plenty of time to plan for the next few days. Just thinking about it quickened his pulse. He'd discovered something about himself last night, and he was determined to explore it as much as possible. If only his conscience would leave him alone. Guilt was at the heart of it, he knew. And shame. He felt ashamed that he had treated his wife in such a rough and cavalier manner. Ashamed that he'd made her do such embarrassing things. And ashamed that he'd enjoyed it so much. He locked the door to his office, drew the blinds and turned to his desktop computer. As a VP in the company, he knew that he could expect a fair amount of privacy just by shutting his door. So, as he plugged the digital camera into the correct port, he knew he wouldn't be interrupted. The first image to appear on the screen brought all of his doubts, and his excitement, to the fore. His wife dangled before him from the ropes attached to her wrists and legs, naked from head to toe. Silver clamps painfully pinched her nipples between unyielding calipers, while a sturdy metal chain linked one breast to the other. He could clearly see into her slit, red and wet from his brutal manipulations. Her hair, matted with sweat, stuck plastered to her face, neck and shoulders. In her eyes he could see a wild mixture of fear, pain, surprise and pleasure. She looked as though she'd been brutalized, and knowing that he had been responsible sent a knife into his heart. Despite that, he felt a thrill begin to stir in his groin at the utter depravity of the scene before him. He paged through the images, looking more and more into his wife's eyes for some signs of enjoyment and pleasure. Though he'd been caught up in the excitement last night, he felt sure that he'd felt an undercurrent of pleasure in her reactions. And the pictures before him seemed to confirm his suspicions. He paused a moment, staring past the raw images on the screen. Why was it so important that Kelli enjoy what he was doing to her? She was the one who cheated, wasn't she? But that rationalization lasted only as long as it took to think it. He did care what Kelli thought, because he needed to have her trust and respect after their two-week experiment was over. If he were just going to use her and lose her, he could afford to be cold and mean. But even that wasn't part of his personality. He wasn't into the hurt. He was into the control aspect. He wasn't using punishment for pain, but punishment for behavior modification. But was that another rationalization? It was getting hard to tell. Jack turned his attention back to the screen. After being relieved from this uncomfortable position, Kelli had neither screamed nor cried. Instead, she'd fallen against him with a sigh of relief. And in the morning she hadn't uttered a word of complaint, but simply awakened him with an excellent blow job, attended to his breakfast, bent over for her daily spanking, and helped him off to work. In fact, the only time the previous night had been mentioned was when he asked her how she felt. "Refreshed, Master," had been her reply. Kelli had come a long way, there was no disputing that. She dressed as sleazily as any whore, expected and welcomed his fondling, performed her sexual duties with enthusiasm and freely accepted her submissive position. But, to date, it had all been accomplished in the privacy of their own home. While Kelli now seemed fairly comfortable displaying her body to Jack, she was still quite prudish when it came to the outside world. Today and tonight, Jack planned on changing that forever. The telephone's ring shook him out of his reverie. Twelve o'clock, on the dot. "Hello?" he answered, knowing it was Kelli but still aware that, at work, it might not be. "What do you wish of me, Master?" Kelli's voice, a little nervous, sounded in his ear. "You're sitting at the computer, as I asked. Open up the file marked 'Show Me.' Tell me when it's running." He waited a few moments, hearing the mouse clicking in the background. In seconds the screen flickered to life before him, revealing a live shot of his wife sitting before the computer almost 20 miles away. She wore, as he'd instructed, a white terrycloth robe, with nothing underneath it. It revealed enough of her breasts to make his mouth begin to water, even though he'd wrapped his lips around her tits as recently as that morning. He could see that the bathrobe was cinched at the waist, but the camera that he'd attached to the top of their computer did not show anything below that point. He waited as she adjusted the camera angle to his liking, and then settled back in her office chair with the phone clamped against her ear. Another brief command and both her hands were free, his orders now being relayed by speaker phone. "Undo the tie and pull the belt free." He watched as she struggled to get the belt out of the loops, pulling the robe open in the process. Had her lover Roger experienced the same sort of thrill when he got his first glimpse at the body beneath the robe? The thought that he was duplicating the first step on his wife's adulterous path sent a tingle through his blood. And his wife looked just about as unwitting now as she must've when Roger had pulled the same trick on her. Her only focus was on the tie, and she seemed not to notice at all that her body was now fully exposed. Just how exposed he would reveal to her at a later point. As he looked at the computer screen, he was pleased to see that someone besides him was watching his wife's first public performance. According to the chart on the window, 47 users had logged onto this channel of VoyaWife, one of the Net's largest adult webcam operators. Having gotten a glimpse of Kelli's delicious tits, the suggestions from the viewers were quickly scrolling across his screen. He'd turned off this feature on the computer at home, so that he could be the one to relay their orders. He was also recording the session for posterity. > "Take off your robe, slave," he ordered into the phone, watching on screen as Kelli removed the short garment and set it aside. > At his order, Kelli caressed her tits before the camera, pulling and twisting at the nipples, then pulling them upward to lick the jutting mounds. She seemed puzzled by the tameness of his orders, as well as why doing this by camera would be any more exciting than having the real thing when he got home. He actually had more than enough graphic suggestions to keep Kelli busy for many hours, but he wanted her first session to have some drama to it. So he was carefully editing the suggestions he passed on. > On screen, Kelli spread her legs far enough to drape them over the arms of the chair, leaving her pussy half-open and exposed. Though the camera didn't pick up the details, Jack knew that his wife's clit would be very erect just below the top fold of skin. Erect enough that a properly placed tongue might soon send out shock waves that would leave her breathless and panting. He knew what he'd be eating later that night! For now, though, he'd just have to be happy with the image before him and his imagination, just like the now 54 subscribers who were sharing this moment. > Kelli paused a moment, her face coloring as she stared at him through the camera's lens. Would this be the first time she refused an order? Apparently not. He grinned with satisfaction as she began playing with herself, one hand cautiously parting her slit while the other manipulated her tits, her off-balance form causing the chair to gyrate wildly. He could almost smell the sweet pungency of her juices, and wanted nothing more than to bend her over the desk and ram his cock deep into her dripping cunt. In the phone he could hear her heated panting, the small mews and moans she made as her fingers seduced and heated her fervid clit. The rest of her audience seemed just as appreciative, as the volume of the suggestions tailed off, presumably because each subscriber had at least one hand busy at another task. Kelli bucked against the chair as her fondling became more urgent, her juices flowing copiously enough to be visible even through the cheap computer camera. Eyes closed, her head thrashed from side to side, as sweat plastered strands of hair to her face and neck. She appeared totally oblivious of the camera now, completely mesmerized by the sensations running through her body. She'd abandoned her tits to put both hands to work between her legs, and from the guttural panting he heard, Jack could tell that she was only seconds from getting off. "Show us all your hot, nasty pussy, you whore," he whispered to her, as she feverishly pumped her cunt. The change in tone of his voice, his dirty talk, and her frantic rubbing all coalesced at once, driving her into a deep and shuddering orgasm. Even without hearing her cries over the telephone, you could just look at her face and see that she'd gone over the edge. Many of her observers must've also cum, because a new stream of suggestions regarding her next act flooded across his screen. But Jack could see that she was already exhausted. And he had plenty more activities lined up for her after he got home from work. Her fans would just have to wait for another day. *** "Put on a top and skirt. We're going out." Jack still hadn't told Kelli about the trick he'd played on her that afternoon by broadcasting her performance over the web. That would be, he thought, counterproductive what he wanted to accomplish that evening. Kelli paused a moment to look down at her outfit before hurrying upstairs to comply. He could understand her consternation. As soon as he'd arrived home, he had her dress in the same yellow bikini that Roger had talked her into buying on their fateful trip together. The same bikini that she'd so easily slipped out of on the way to Roger's bed. Watching her sexy ass bound up the stairs, Jack could appreciate how Roger felt that first moment he'd seen Kelli clad in that bikini. More lingerie than swimwear, it swaddled her ass and tits like a second skin, enhancing more than covering her most intimate parts. With her blond hair bobbing and her hips swaying, she could easily pass for one of the California goddesses you'd expect to see on the beaches of Malibu. Only this goddess was about as naïve as they come, and as easy to manipulate as a child. No more than a minute later she raced down the stairs, dropping to her knees before him. Given that he only allowed her a few skirts and tops to pick from, he wasn't surprised to see her wearing a white halter top and a short denim skirt. He could see the yellow bikini top right through the halter top's thin fabric, and at his command Kelli lifted her skirt to prove that she still wore the thong bottom. He was pleased to see that she'd selected sluttish looking high heels to accompany this outfit. He wanted her to feel like the slut she was. In the car he drove a seemingly aimless path, though he was simply waiting for darkness to fall. Because in the darkness the underbelly of society would venture out. The kind that would understand and appreciate the woman his wife would soon be. To pass the time as they drove, he had Kelli push her skirt up and finger herself, reaching over at the stoplights to press his fingers against her pussy. He could tell by the way she curled against the door that she was afraid that someone would spot them. But he persisted in his attentions. It whet his appetite, and gave Kelli just a little taste of what she would experience later. Not that she really suspected. Finally, as darkness closed in, Jack pulled into the parking lot of a seedy motel. Kelli's eyes widened and her face colored, but instead of leading her to the office, he took her arm and pushed her to the street, "Let's take a stroll." Jack drank in the atmosphere as he watched his wife walk beside him, her high heels and halter top accentuating the shape of her breasts, her skirt barely covering her thong. He could already feel the attention shift to her. They'd barely walked 200 yards before the first car pulled over and a man called out, "Hey, baby! Wanna date?" Jack smiled as his wife blushed three shades of red, darkening even as she realized what the man was implying. Her blush had hardly begun to fade when another car pulled up, with the driver leaning over to comment, "Whooo, baby. You got that thang shakin! How 'bout you come and shake it for me?" With a glare in her eyes, Kelli turned to Jack accusingly, "They think I'm a...I'm a..." "...A whore," he finished for her. "They think you're a whore for hire. And it's no wonder, walking around in the red-light district dressed like that." He chuckled as her face colored again, this time from something stronger than embarrassment. A couple dozen propositions later, Jack steered his wife into the entrance to "Cherry Pickers," one of the area's more popular strip clubs. A sign on the front informed them that it was "Ladies Night," although as far as Jack could remember, it was always "Ladies Night" at any strip club he'd attended. Though he couldn't see his wife blush, Jack felt her arm warm considerably when they walked inside and caught their first sight of all the naked women. Jack was intimately familiar with Kelli's thoughts on nude dancing, having heard all her arguments about why these women were "really" doing this...for drug money, because they were sluts, or because they were sent by the devil to lead honest men astray. That some were probably college girls trying to earn tuition, or single mothers trying to support their children was of no consequence to her. Tolerance and compassion were always in short supply in her religion. Taking a table close to the stage, Jack ordered drinks for the two of them, not at all surprised by the exorbitant prices. Cherry Pickers was one of the few totally nude clubs in town, and it probably cost a lot to keep all the cops and judges paid off. As the scantily-clad waitress served their drinks, the music started and a parade of beautiful women took the stage. Pulling Kelli's chair close to his, he kept up a steady stream of banter, commenting on this girl's dancing skills, that one's fake boobs, another one's shaved pussy, as well as telling her how much she could learn from these girls. At first his wife tried to ignore what was happening, but that proved nearly impossible with bodies writhing all around them. After a while, the blatant sexuality and stiff drinks had their effect, and Jack began to detect signs of enjoyment. Enough enjoyment, in fact, that when he discreetly placed his hand between her thighs, she simply squeezed his hand with her legs and hardly blushed at all. Encouraged, Jack decided to push her a little more. "Hey hun! How about a dance?" he called out to a cute, big-breasted blond he'd been eyeing the whole evening. She came right over, no doubt more intrigued by the cash he'd left on the table than by the chance to dance for a hooker and her date. He waved her to the seat next to Kelli; there'd be a bit of a wait until the next song started. Her name was Crystal, they soon learned, and it was only $15 for a table dance, or $25 for a lap dance. With a wicked grin at Kelli, Jack suggested a lap dance that they could both share. As the current song ended, they arranged their chairs so that they sat side-by-side facing the small space between the tables, with Crystal in the middle. As soon as she started dancing, Jack knew that he'd made a good choice in Crystal. Erotic and enthusiastic, she quickly shed her bra and panties, revealing a well-toned body, an impressive set of melons, and a thinly shaved muff that led to a pair of short though prominent cunt lips. Ignoring his wife for a moment, Jack settled back and enjoyed the sight of this sexy woman playing to him, her hands running up and down her body in the most intimate way. His cock really stiffened, though, when she turned her attentions to his wife, her hands boldly caressing Kelli's arms, shoulders, and finally, her breasts. After catching his eye for permission, she straddled his wife's knee, pushing the skirt up until the bare flesh of her cunt rubbed against Kelli's leg. Jack watched in amazement as Crystal pressed her tits against Kelli's unprotesting face, and thought he would cum in his pants when she planted a soft, intimate kiss on his wife's trembling lips. When they parted, Jack was thrilled to see that his wife's nipples were clearly hard beneath her tight-fitting clothes, and that given the right situation, he could at least imagine her going quite a bit farther. "You two have a good time tonight," Crystal smiled, as she collected her fee plus a generous tip from Jack. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." After assuring her that they wouldn't, Jack grabbed Kelli's arm and fairly raced back to the car, pushing her into the backseat and falling in atop her. Savagely shoving her top out of the way, he gorged himself on her tits while shoving his fingers inside her cunt. She moaned and writhed below him, her cunt already hot and wet, her back arching as she tried to press all of her against him. Scooting upwards, he thrust his tongue between her lips, sucking her tongue and sweeping the inside of her mouth like a mad snake. Then, just as suddenly as he'd attacked her, he let up. "We've got one more stop to make," he growled at her, climbing back into the driver's seat. "Then you're going to get what's coming to you." Although she looked a little shocked at not getting fucked right away, Kelli nonetheless followed his instructions and clambered back into the passenger seat. "And by the way," he added, "you can take off your top and skirt. You're not gonna be needing them where we're going." Twenty minutes later, Jack watched his wife squirm in consternation as he pulled into the half-filled parking lot of their church. As she glanced at the clock he could almost read her mind. It was Youth Night, and in just 30 minutes the parking lot would be swarming with teenagers, all of whom knew her on sight. Fortunately, all would now be in the classrooms, present and accounted for, as the group began their 20 minutes of prayers. Most importantly for Jack, his nemesis Roger was inside, and Jack wanted to leave him a message he'd always remember. Pulling an envelope from the glove box, he handed it to his trembling wife. "It's time we sent your Mr. Roger a little message about fooling around with someone else's wife. You're gonna take this letter over to his car and slip it under the windshield wiper. Then... you're gonna take off that little yellow top, and take off that skimpy yellow bottom, and leave those under his windshield too. Understand?" "But Jack..." she only had a chance to blurt out before he jumped on her gaffe. "But nothing!" he nearly spat at her, his eyes suddenly narrowing. "You've just earned yourself a good punishment for not calling me 'Sir.' But if you don't do this, you're really going to learn what punishment is all about. And you'll be far more embarrassed than you'd ever be by doing this! Now you better get your ass out there before some of the kids see you!" Sobbing silently, she took the envelope and opened the car door, shutting it quickly when she realized that the interior light illuminated her nearly naked body. After pausing for just a moment, she ran between the line of cars, briefly disappearing from view before stopping at Roger's white Lincoln. Fortunately, Roger had been paranoid enough to park under the streetlight, so Jack could plainly see his wife's actions. She looked back at him, as if wondering how much he could see. Then, as if making a hard decision, she frantically untied the thong and bikini top, constantly looking around to make sure no one was watching. After stuffing the whole tangled package under the wiper, she ducked down and crept between the cars. Seeing that she'd gotten that far OK, he decided to have some fun, and put the car into reverse, pulling all the way to the darkened edge of the lot. This move drew a hunted and vengeful look from his wife. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 05 Things got even more exciting when, halfway back up the row, a car pulled in and the headlights passed over the spot where she'd been standing. She'd evidently seen it coming, though, and had hunched herself flat against the wheel of a Blazer. After the car continued through the parking lot, she gave up on her stealthy approach and simply ran for the safety of the car, slamming the door quickly to keep the light from shining for too long. Though shaking from the exertion and adrenaline, Kelli turned to him and said, "All done, sir. I think he'll get the message." "He'll get the message," he assured her, leering at her sweat-soaked body. "And now I've got a big message for you. Get out of the car." He smiled when her eyes went wide. "And get into the back seat," he finished, grinning even more broadly as he watched her try and open and close the doors as quickly as possible. He, on the other hand, moved leisurely, opening the back door to find his nervous wife already laying back on the seat, her legs bent and spread, ready for him to penetrate her. Though cramped, he still had enough room to loosen his pants and push them down far enough to release his cock. Kneeling over her, he stopped only a moment to soak in her powerlessness before he leaned down and thrust his cock into her, splitting her cunt lips with a primal cry of triumph. Humping at her steadily, every glimpse of her body brought forth a memory from that evening and the last few days. Her lips intersecting with Crystal's. Her tits stretching under the chains and weights. Her cunt exposed to everyone on the Internet. Her ass tanned red from his spanking. Her legs tightly wrapped around his body. Her eyes, fearful, submissive, apologetic and excited. He heard a noise from outside and stopping with his cock still inside her, popped his head up to find the parking lot nearest the church was alive with teens and parents, with cars swinging around every which way. Jack knew that nobody would pay attention to the vacant car at the back, and unless a few teens were planning on a tough shortcut over the wall, nobody would walk by. But Kelli wouldn't realize that, he thought with an evil grin. "Looks like the group got out a little early tonight," he smiled down at her, winking obscenely. "Maybe I should ask some of the kids if they want to see their old teacher get a good old-fashioned fucking." He could see by the doubt in her eyes that she actually thought he might do that. He was capable of doing anything. Turned on by that thought, he redoubled his efforts to pound her down through the floor of the car, grinning as she flinched every time the headlights washed over their car. By the time he pulled out of her, having left a huge load of his cum in her cunt, the parking lot had emptied of all but a few cars, leaving Roger's. Even as he struggled to pull his pants up over his still rigid cock, he saw Roger leave the building and approach his car, stopping in surprise when he saw the garments on his windshield. Hastily pulling it all free, Roger climbed into the car, and moments later the interior light went on. "I'm onto your scam, motherfucker," Jack intoned the words he'd written and that Roger was evidently reading. "You better watch your ass. And keep your hands off of my wife's." Seeing the light extinguish in Roger's car, Jack turned on his own headlights, and punching the accelerator to the floor drove straight at the white Lincoln, swerving close enough to see the shocked expression on Roger's face. "Yeah, he got the message," Jack said to the backseat, heading for home as Kelli struggled to pull her nude body from the floor of the car. "He got the message." To be humiliatingly continued... Comments always welcome! 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 06 Day Six – Servitude It was surreal. Surreal and mortifying. That was the only way to describe the morning's activities, Kelli decided. Oh, the day had started out quite well. She'd been especially attentive during Jack's morning blow job, rubbing her tits across his body even as she brought him up to full erection. She'd reacted appropriately chastened when he spanked her pussy and tits with the riding crop, accepting the punishment she deserved as an adulterous wife. She'd served him a healthy breakfast of pancakes and fruit, and spread her legs wide when he poured syrup all over her pussy lips and proceeded to lick it off. And when he'd revealed that they'd be going out of town for the weekend, she'd only flinched a bit. But it had been enough for him to notice. "You have a problem with my plans?" he'd demanded, standing over her in the shower. "No. No, sir. No problem. It's just that, well, it's my father's birthday today, and he was expecting to see us." "Yes, I think it's important for him to see what kind of woman his little girl has turned into," Jack had replied with a grin. "After you get us packed, we'll stop by their place and then head out." Packing proved to be quite easy, as Jack's clothes fit into the overnighter, while her lingerie and other skimpy outfits easily fit into a single pocket. More ominous was the fact that he had her pack almost all of the sex toys she'd bought over the last five days, including some that she'd thought were just a scare tactic. With everything stowed in the car, they'd returned to the bedroom to select her outfit for the day. Surprisingly, Jack had passed over her box of slut clothes and headed to the regular closet, which she hadn't entered since the whole ordeal had begun. "Here, put this on," he'd ordered, handing her a knee-length blue and white sundress. Held on with thin straps, and cut square in the front to reveal just a hint of cleavage, it was the perfect dress for a summer picnic. Perfectly innocent. But when she'd reached for a bra to wear under it, he'd pushed her hand away. "No, just the dress. No bra. No panties. You may be Daddy's little girl on top. But underneath you're still my slut. You'll need to remember that." She knew better than to argue. On the drive to her parent's house, she'd begun to sweat in apprehension. They'd be able to tell that she was naked, she'd been sure of it. They wouldn't be able to see the dark patch between her legs; Jack had made her shave it pencil thin that morning. But she'd have to stay away from any windows; the material was thin enough that they'd be able to discern her outline. And they might notice the unfettered bounce of her tits. Or the distended mounds of her pussy lips! That was another thing. Did she smell like sex? Or was that just left over from the previous night's fuck in the back seat? Would her parents realize that the pungent odor was coming from their daughter's hot, wet slit? One thing was for sure, she'd have to make sure she didn't get turned on in front of them. Whether by luck or design, the seams in the bodice fell far enough away that any time her nipples hardened, any observer would be sure to notice. In fact, even as she'd thought that, she'd looked down to see the hard nubs poking up below the fabric. Once they were there, Jack had been remarkably well-behaved. She'd been afraid that he'd make jokes the whole time, dropping lewd comments for her parents to hear. But instead he'd just tormented her when her parents were out of the room. Such as when her father had shouted from the kitchen that he had a bottle of non-alcoholic wine that he "hoped they'd know what to do with," and Jack had answered that he "knew the best way to use it," while adding sotto voice to her, "in your cunt." That comment had caused her to blush in fear that someone had heard it, but her parents were blissfully unaware. Even when she'd made the mistake of opening the freezer to get some ice and the cold air had hardened her nipples, nobody had seemed to notice except Jack, who'd grinned the devilish grin he wore so frequently these days. In fact, the way she'd primly sat on the couch to avoid revealing her bare crotch, and carefully bent over to avoid her tits spilling out had probably been noted approvingly by her mother as a way to act more ladylike. In fact, she would've counted the morning as a relative success if her father hadn't corralled Jack into helping him repair a window in their bedroom. After looking over the problem, they'd determined that Jack would take care of things inside the bedroom, while her father would climb the ladder on the outside, with her mother steadying the ladder. As soon as they heard the back door slam, though, Jack had ordered her to lay on her parents bed and bunch the dress up over her tits. "Now lay there and play with yourself, in your parents bed, until I tell you to stop," he'd ordered her, motioning at her to spread her pussy lips and tweak her tits. "I sure hope that ladder isn't long enough for him to see in here," he'd cruelly added, giving her something more to worry about. And every so often, as they worked at the problem, he'd make a leading comment that filled her with apprehension, like, "Oh, I can't see your mom. Maybe she's on her way up here." Then, when the window was repaired, he'd left her on the bed even though they could both hear her parents moving about the house. Only when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs did Jack release her, giving her just enough time to pull her dress down and straighten the bedspread before her father strode into the room. Thankfully, he'd seemed blissfully unaware that anything unusual had happened. In fact, the only dangerous comment she'd heard all morning was when her mother mentioned how flushed Kelli looked. She didn't even need to look to see that Jack was probably struggling to suppress a snicker. Yes, surreal was the best way to describe the morning. Just as strange was the drive up to the cottage. While they drove along, Jack questioned her for three hours about her affair with Roger. Asking the most explicit questions, she was forced to tell him everything about the affair. And since she couldn't remember what she'd edited out from her last confession, she had to tell him the full truth, though she knew that some of the details wouldn't match. Worse, Jack seemed obsessed with knowing the most intimate aspects of the affair. So she had to describe Roger's cock, how it tasted in her mouth, how it felt in her cunt, how she held it, how she milked it, everything. He asked her how Roger reacted to her body, how it felt to have another man sucking her tits, how his tongue felt in her pussy, everything. He had her run through every encounter, every time they talked, every time they fucked. By the end of the inquisition, Kelli felt as drained and exhausted as if she'd relived every incident. Approaching the cabin on a two-track path through the woods, Kelli realized how truly isolated they'd be. The last mailbox they'd passed was nearly a mile behind them. With nothing but hills and forest around them, they probably wouldn't see another human being all weekend. She couldn't help but wonder how the isolation fit into Jack's plans. It certainly didn't bode well for her. The cabin proved to be roomier and more modern than she'd expected, with a combination living room, dining room and kitchen, plus a generous master bedroom, a smaller guest bedroom, and a bathroom with a regular-sized shower. The deck, though, was clearly the drawing point, extending the length of the front and providing a stunning view over the tree-studded valley. For some reason, though, she didn't think that Jack had brought her up here to enjoy the view. That became more than apparent after she'd lugged all the luggage into the cabin, unpacked everything, and arranged all the sex toys in the spare bedroom. Motioning her to join him out on the deck, he addressed her, "As you can see, we're well away from anything you might call civilization. That's good, because for the next couple days we're going to act as uncivilized as possible. I've got lots of plans for you, and by the time we're done I think all thoughts of Roger are going to be wiped from your mind. So, let's get started," he said, sitting down on the patio chair and beckoning her to stand before him. "Take off that dress. I want to take a closer look at you, my little slut." Standing before him without a stitch of clothing on, Kelli felt as if there were a thousand eyes on her. The thought sent a chill through her, and caused the hair on the back of her neck to prick up. This was worse, much worse, than running through the parking lot had been. Then she'd been hyped up on adrenaline. Here she was totally defenseless, despite the fact that her rational mind knew there was no one else around for miles. As though recognizing her discomfort, Jack took his time examining her body, making her stand, stretch, bend over and twist so that he could see every intimate curve and crevice. Finally satisfied, he placed her in a submissive kneeling position, and guided her hands to his already stiffening cock. In no time she had it out of his jeans and was vigorously sucking him, her slurping and his moans the only sounds to break the forest's silence. He stopped her short of cumming, and instead opted to lean back and simply watch as his erect cock slowly lost its stiffness, finally settling back against his body. Roughly grabbing her hair, he forced himself back into her mouth, making her get him hard again before yanking her head away. They repeated the cycle several times, until Kelli thought her jaw might drop off from the effort. Finally he had her just hold his cock in her mouth, unmoving, until it again dropped back to its normal size. Evidently satisfied, he pushed her away and headed into the cabin, leaving her kneeling on the deck wearing nothing but the sweat between her breasts. He's leading up to something, Kelli thought, carefully keeping her back straight and her hands behind her back. But after a long time, Jack still hadn't returned to get her, and Kelli became painfully aware of the wooden deck slats that were beginning to gouge her knees and legs. As the shadows crossed the deck, Kelli began to notice many other details of her situation. The wind, for instance, had picked up a little and was now tickling her pussy lips as it skimmed between her legs. Though there were no mosquitoes, there were plenty of other flying insects who seemed to regard her as a harmless landing pad. And though she didn't feel particularly turned on, something about her situation had caused her body to react that way, as her nipples were hard and aching, and she could feel her juices beginning to seep out of her pussy. She'd just begun to ask herself whether Jack really wanted her out here when he returned to the deck holding some clothing she'd never seen before. Made of soft, black leather, it most resembled a thong bikini bottom. But as Jack strapped it on her body, Kelli was startled to find that someone had sewn a plastic egg-shaped device into the lining, and that device fit snugly into the folds of her pussy. Working wordlessly, Jack then had her sit on a nearby deck chair, and he tightly bound her ankles, legs, arms and torso to the chair, leaving her virtually immobile. Coming around to face her, Jack then pulled out a thumb-thick dildo from the bag at his feet, coated it with a greasy white lube, and disappeared behind her. Though she'd been braced for something unusual, Kelli still squirmed with discomfort when she felt Jack's fingers probe her ass cheeks. Her discomfort turned to horror as she felt the tip and then the shaft of the dildo penetrate not her pussy but her ass, eliciting a gasp from her and a chuckle from Jack. As she struggled unsuccessfully to squirm away from the invading spear, Jack again appeared before her, this time bending to set up a tripod and attach a video camera on top. He intended to film her doing...whatever it was he was doing to her! After assuring that she was properly framed, he pulled from the bag a black box with a line of buttons on it. As he dramatically pressed the bottom button, Kelli was surprised to discover that the egg between her legs was buzzing insistently, sending pleasant sensations deep into her groin. After checking to see that the device was firmly strapped to her hips, and that there was no slack in her bonds, Jack gave her a gentle caress across her bare breasts before turning and walking off into the woods. The egg continued to buzz between her legs. She had no way of knowing how long she'd been sitting there before the first orgasm swept through her. Only that it had come pretty quickly, boiling up from between her legs like a hot, liquid volcano. Involuntarily she strained against the ropes, as though trying to thrust her hips hard against her unseen suitor. Frustrated by the ropes holding her to the chair, her pleasure took the form of labored gasps and moans which quickly escalated to a fervent cry as her pussy spasmed and her muscles locked, signaling the crescendo of her pleasure. Slowly, slowly, she began to relax, somewhat mortified to realize that the camera had captured her struggles and cries. And the egg continued to buzz. A minute later Jack appeared from the forest, a smirk on his face. "Geez, Kelli, is everything all right? I heard you yell clear over in the next valley," he mocked her, while checking to see that the bonds hadn't loosened. As he bent beneath her, Kelli smiled as she felt the dildo being removed from her ass, only to let out a gasp as another, larger one slid up in its place. With a smirky "Enjoy yourself!" she watched Jack disappear back into the forest. The egg continued to buzz against her. The next orgasm was harder in coming. The egg, though nestled between her pussy lips, was nowhere near her clit, where she really needed the stimulation. As a result, the sensations between her legs had plateaued at a point that was maddeningly just below the point she needed for release. And no matter how she twisted or positioned her body, she just couldn't coax the little egg to touch her magic button. She could feel her nerves tingling in every part of her body. She felt hot, flushed, full of energy but with no outlet for it. She tried again to squeeze her legs together, but Jack had not only tied her thighs to the bottom of the chair, but to the sides as well. Squeezing her cunt muscles had no effect either. It was as though her sweat and juices had provided a vacuum seal to keep the egg in place, not allowing a single bit of movement up or down. Her whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and she could easily detect the smell of her own juices as they mixed with the sweat. The shaft inside her ass had ceased to be a problem, and only by clenching the muscles back there could she even detect the thick member inside her. No, it was the egg that obsessed her. The egg and its incessant buzzing. Desperate for release, Kelli closed her eyes and tried to recall the way Jack's cock had felt inside her, hoping to push herself over the edge through will alone. She remembered the brutish ways he'd fucked her, taking her like a soldier might rape a conquered enemy. She remembered the violent spankings, and how he'd probed her cunt after every round, as though testing to see if the heat of her ass had spread inside her pussy. She remembered his savage assault on her tits, the feel of her nipples painfully stretching and reaching their limit. She remembered the humiliation of running naked through the church parking lot, and the fear of getting caught while being fucked in that very same lot. She imagined how she must look right now, tied naked to a chair, a dildo hanging from her ass, panting and straining like a wild animal in heat. And she imagined Jack standing before her, his cock giant and throbbing, and her lying on the deck, legs spread, begging for him to spear her, split her, thrash her with his powerful rod. She imagined her words, not caring as they spilled incoherently from her lips, "Take me. Fuck me. Use me. Push me. Pull me. Fill me. Whip me. Spank me. I'm your slut slave. Your slut, your slut, your slut! Fuck my mouth. Fuck my ass. Fuck my cunt. Just fuck me!" With that a wave of heat, light and pleasure crashed over her, causing her to tremble violently as her mouth continued to spew out her feelings, "Oh, god, god, god! Aaaaaah! Yes! God! Yes, fuck me! Yes, fuck me, you big fucker! God, yes, I want your cock! Oh, please, I want your cock!" Only after she had calmed down did she realize how much she had taken the Lord's name in vain. And on camera, no less! But she could only give it a moment's notice because the egg continued to buzz. This time's Jack's visit was brief and silent. Kelli's eyes widened in despair as he showed her the size of the dildo he'd be inserting into her ass this time; it was thicker than Jack's whole cock! Having braced herself for the invasion, she was surprised to feel how smoothly it slid in. Evidently her repeated orgasms had loosened all her muscles. After checking her bindings for looseness, Jack changed the routine slightly, this time pulling the black box from his pocket and pushing the next button. Immediately she felt the egg begin buzzing faster, but unfortunately not any harder. As Jack headed back into the woods, the egg continued to buzz. Kelli never knew pleasure could be so torturous. Though her cunt burned with the need to cum, she couldn't find release no matter what she tried. Her visualization just wasn't enough, not even when she imagined Jack fucking her up the ass with his hard, hot cock. She could feel the layers of sweat drying on her skin, her hair plastered to her back, her skin flushed and her eyes wild with desire. Her nipples had been hard for who knew how long, and literally demanded attention. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she'd found herself sobbing at how desperately she needed release. No amount of twisting would bring the egg in contact with her clit. For a time she'd almost thought she'd found the secret, pushing down with her toes to raise the front of the chair off the ground. But while it had shifted the egg slightly, it wouldn't move enough to bring the blessed contact. Kelli glared hatefully at the dark eye of the camera, seeing a warped image of her naked body reflected in the glass. If Jack had been behind the camera, she could at least beg him for release. She would, she realized, do anything to cum, or at least to end the buzzing between her legs. Anything. She thought of the images she'd encountered the last few days on the internet. Yes, she'd even do some of those, though most disgusted and sickened her. She closed her eyes and imagine d herself kneeling at Jack's feet, with him peeing on her face and body. Yes, she'd do that. She imagined herself with a man's cock in her ass, one in her cunt, and sucking Jack off as he looked down at his whore wife. Yes, she'd do that. She imagined herself strapped to a rack while half-naked men and women whipped her skin with crops and flogs. She imagined herself kneeling to lick Jack's cum out of the topless dancer's snatch, and spreading her own legs while the woman's tongue probed her pussy. She would masturbate with a coke bottle. She would beg to have her tits put in a press. She would suck a stranger in a restroom. Let a trucker watch her pee. Be a sex slave to a black rapper. Anything. Anything at all, if only she could cum. But even these images didn't set her off. Not caring who might hear, Kelli screamed in anguish. "Something wrong?" Her eyes snapped open to find Jack standing before her, clad only in a tight pair of briefs, the outline of his hard cock ballooning under the cloth. A wave of relief washed through her. She'd never been so happy to see him. He could put an end to her torture with just one thrust of his beautiful dick. Just one thrust. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 06 "Jack, please, I'll do anything. Anything," so desperate she was almost crying. He cocked his head as if considering her sincerity. "Well, slut, I've got plans for that ass of yours. But I guess we can take a few minutes to help you out. It'd be nice to see you rut like the bitch you are." He disappeared into the cabin for a moment before returning with a carpet-covered pole, evidently used by the owner's cat for scratching. After warning her not to move a muscle, he quickly untied her bonds. Kelli was amazed at how fast they came off; he'd roped her tight with one easily-released knot. With the dildo still embedded in her ass, she staggered up, her legs nearly asleep from sitting so long. The egg, she noted, still wasn't high enough to touch her clit. She'd have to do it Jack's way. Stepping behind the camera, Jack addressed her, "Since you seem to be just like a bitch in heat, I guess the best way to do this is to have you act like one. So when I give you the signal, you can take off the belt and then get off like an animal. You'll straddle this pole and rut just like a bitch. That's your choice. Take it or leave it." By now the feeling had returned to her legs, and Kelli could feel the urgent tension tugging at every fiber of her being. Next to all the things she imagined, this seemed mild. Even if Jack was going to film it. She could do it, no problem. When Jack turned off the egg, she frantically unlatched the harness and let it drop to the deck. Leaning the pole against the railing, she desperately jumped aboard it, grinding the carpet pile deep into her juice-filled slit. Squeezing it between her legs as though her life depended on it, she thrust herself up and down on it, pressing down to get it against her clit. Still unsatisfied by the contact, she reached down and spread her pussy lips apart while leaning forward against the pole. Moaning, gasping and grunting, she fucked the pole like an animal, baring her teeth and flinging her body this way and that. Her clit felt as big as an apple as it ground against the pole, the carpet fibers rasping and tearing at her. The end came quickly, but still not quickly enough, with the concussions from her orgasm reverberating through her for what seemed like an eternity. Totally spent and muscles cramping, she rolled off the post onto the deck, her legs flopping open to vent some of the heat out of her scorching box. Despite the fact that Jack was still filming her every move, she reached down and pressed her fingers against her sopping slit, amazed to find that she hadn't rubbed the skin raw in her frenzy to get off. She lay there for at least a minute, softly stroking herself and murmuring her pleasure as tiny aftershocks zapped through her body. Her reverie ended abruptly as Jack grabbed her arm and hoisted her to her feet. "You've had your fun. Now it's my turn," he said, bending her over the railing. she heard the dildo clatter to the deck just as he thrust his cock inside her ass, still a tight and uncomfortable fit despite the preparation he'd put her through. As he savagely banged his pole into her, he grunted with an animal intensity that was almost scary. But where her screams of passion had sounded desperate and whiny to her, his filled her with an instinctive desire to please him, to try and help him have the fuck of his life. So despite the cramps still shivering up and down her legs, she tried to squeeze his dick inside her ass, hoping that the extra tightness would make him cum all the faster. Suddenly he pulled out of her and pushed her to the deck, so he loomed above her like a massive ancient god, his shaft in his hand like a royal scepter. Standing astride her, he quickly began pumping his cock in his fist, swaying with the effort. In seconds the cum erupted from the purple head, spewing out and onto her face, body and legs. Amazingly, as he kept pumping cum continued to stream out, blast after blast pouring onto her body. She'd never seen that much come from him, and soon her entire torso was wet and slimy with it. Licking the salty residue off her lips, she looked up at him in trepidation, expecting to be told to scoop it all up an eat it. But instead, he just turned and staggered into the cabin, leaving her cum-soaked body in the cold company of the still-whirring video camera. To be cruelly continued... 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 07 Day 7 – Exposure Jack leaned back, watching his wife Kelli bustle about the kitchen preparing their breakfast. Though cramped and seriously out of style, the cabin's kitchen contained enough modern applicances and cookware to enable her to whip up a nourishing and filling meal. They'd need the energy. By his estimation, today's activities would be the most intense so far, and given what he'd put his wife through, that was saying something. Today also marked the halfway point of their 14-day plan. Just seven days left until redemption. He hoped they'd both have the strength to see it through. Kelli was reacting well to his conditioning, especially this morning. Gliding through the kitchen, she'd often look over for direction or approval. He wondered if her newfound docility was the result of the pain she received, or the realization that the pleasure was worth the pain. Either way, there was no doubt that she wanted to continue her journey. And no doubt that she'd do anything to please him. Just a week ago he wouldn't have been able to imagine his wife cooking breakfast for him in the nude. In fact, she'd never even left their bedroom clad in anything less than a bathrobe. Getting her to feel at ease with her body had been one objective. Getting her to explore new areas of sex had been another. Today he was going to try and put the two together, using both sensitive and brutal means. But he had a small problem. The rage that had sustained him, that had pushed him to push her, was rapidly fading. He no longer wanted to punish her for her affair. He no longer felt the need to teach her a lesson. Worse, his hormones and lust weren't making up for the missing rage. His actions, instead, were becoming colder and more calculated. And that worried him. Had he always had this animal inside him? Was the redemption plan just a construct, a fiction his mind had created in order to release the animal? He didn't know. But he was afraid he might discover the truth. Kelli's soft, sexy ass beckoned to him. Glowing in the morning sun that streamed in through the window, it looked innocent and virginal. A far cry from the angry red skin he'd encountered the day before, when he'd bent her over for her first ass fucking. Then she'd been sitting on a thick dildo for over two hours, while a strap-on vibrator kept her in a buzzing state of sexual frustration. His first stroke into her virginal asshole had been as tight and blissful as the first time he'd bedded her on their honeymoon. He could safely say that anal sex would become a regular part of their sexual repertoire. The memory of her bent over helpless sparked an idea. "Lay on the table," he ordered as she approached to deliver his breakfast. Quickly setting aside the egg-filled plate, Kelli jumped on the table and lay down, her legs open and pussy pointed in his direction. Reaching for a nearby coil of rope, he spent the next few minutes securing her wrists and ankles to the table legs. As he moved about she watched him intently, her face a mixture of curiosity and dread. He gagged her with a dishtowel, but left her eyes uncovered. He wanted her to see and appreciate his efforts. As he paused to assess his work, the delicate folds of her exposed pussy caught his eye. What better way to check the rope's tightness? Pulling up a chair, he bent and ran the tip of his tongue over the puckered folds, leaving a moist trail that glittered in the sunlight. He smiled as she tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from his touch, her hips strapped to the table. He kept the touch of his tongue light and easy, never parting the skin, only skimming the peaks. Despite his delicate touch her odor began to waft up, driven by the juices flowing inside. Wrapping his arms around her legs he began licking her slit more assertively, the flat of his tongue pressing the coral-colored ridges against her skin. He could taste her juices now as they welled up through the trembling folds of her slit. He slowly worked his tongue into the bottom of her valley, parting the crevice to reach the hot, moist skin inside. He savored her bitter flavor even as he ran his tongue up her crevice like a knife opening an envelope. Wetting his finger, he placed it on the puckered rosebud of her anus and pressed hard. After a few moments hesitation, her muscles parted to let him enter her sinful hole right up to the third knuckle. She gasped and strained at the intrusion, settling back only when he resumed licking her molten cunt. He could bring her off, he knew, with just a few touches of tongue to clit. He could make her writhe and gasp in the throes of a powerful orgasm, right atop their breakfast table. Or he could tease and torture her some more. Pulling his mouth from her wet and shuddering hole, he blew a steady stream of air on her, the cool air making her hotter than ever. She begged him to continue, her words lost in the cloth muffling her mouth. Her wide eyes pleaded with him but he just laughed at her plight. She had many more levels to ascend before he'd let her cum. Leaving her cunt untouched for the moment, he grabbed a fork and approached her from the side. Once assured that she was watching, he placed the fork on her heaving tit and forced the nipple between the tines. She struggled hopelessly for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of her nipple squeezed between the gleaming, cold stainless steel. Working busily, he pressed another fork onto her other nipple, fascinated by how quickly the engorged flesh mushroomed above the captive tines. Grabbing additional cutlery from the table, he pressed two spoons into her cunt, opening her hole like a gynecologist's speculum. After releasing her ankles from their bonds, he pushed the handle of a knife deep into her anus, before placing assorted other implements all over her body. Deciding that such a work of art needed documenting, he got the camera from the bedroom and took shot after shot of her wife dressed in stainless steel. He even came up with a name for his expose: Good enough to eat. Surprisingly, Kelli appeared to be as turned on by his artistic rendition as he was. With every insertion her breathing had become more ragged, and every time he moved her breast forks she moaned in a desperate, pleading way. The thought of his prudish wife enjoying such humiliating treatment stiffened his cock in a very exciting way. He could take her right here, right now, and she'd probably welcome the penetration. But he could have her inside a building any time; this weekend gave him an opportunity to enjoy the great outdoors. "Get outside and spread your legs for me," he ordered her harshly, quickly releasing her bonds. Out on the deck he had her bend over the railing, the sunlight sparkling in her pussy juices just as it illuminated the dew on the weeds. Without any hesitation he thrust his throbbing meat deep into her cunt, her pussy lips slippery as silk. Pumping her hard but at a measured pace, he closed his eyes to enjoy every sensation. The hot, wet smoothness of her inner cavity. The friction of her pliant skin rubbing against his stiff cock. The bounce of her ass against his thighs. The smooth curves of her hips in his hands. The pungent smell of their sex mingled with the fresh odors of the forest. And the indistinct sounds coming from her still muzzled mouth. He opened his eyes quickly, looking past her subtly muscled back to the forest beyond. He felt eyes upon him, yet could distinguish nothing among the heavy brown and green shadows dappling the forest floor. Kelli had evidently noticed something, though, as she now vehemently nodded her head off to the right while urgently moaning into her gag. There! Jack saw him, a man with a backpack and walking stick no more than thirty yards from their cabin, leaning against a giant oak. The thought that this man was watching him fuck sent a surge of adrenaline through him. So the man wanted to see some nature? He'd show it to him. Pulling his juice-covered cock from Kelli's pussy, Jack pressed her hard against the railing, so that the top rung pushed against her stomach and her tits dangled over the edge. Grabbing a nearby chair, he precariously stood atop it and aimed his cock at Kelli's now fully exposed ass hole. Falling more than leaning, he thrust the whole of it into her, eliciting a painful cry from her that could be understood despite the gag stuffed in her mouth. As her hands desperately sought purchase on the rail posts, he leaned full down on her and reamed her ass brutally, assuring that the man watching would get a spectacular view of his cock penetrating her ass. Stimulated by the tightness of her ass and the thought of someone watching them, it was only a couple of minutes before Jack felt the tightness of an impending cum shot. Determined to give the man a good show, he pulled out and turned his wife over until she was bent backwards over the deck rail, balanced so precariously that her hair nearly touched the ground. Standing on the chair and leaning over her, he pumped himself vigorously while glancing between the man and his naked, sweating, swaying wife. Time seemed to slow as the first spurt of cum erupted from his cock, arching through the air to land with a splash on his wife's bare tits and torso. The second spurt sailed even further, much of it wasted fertilizing the ground, though some did stream onto her face and chin. The rest he pumped onto her smooth stomach and pussy, doing his best leave cum gleaming on every inch of her skin. With a smile he nodded at the man, who nodded back before striding off, casting only a single backward glance at the spunk-spattered woman gasping on the deck. The excitement of the morning's events had left both of them sapped of energy, so on Jack's orders they spent much of the day lazing about the cabin. He allowed Kelli to wear a pair of lace panties and a cropped tank top, though he would occasionally reach under the fabric to tweak her nipple or pinch her ass. He wasn't about to let her forget who was in control. As they relaxed on the deck chairs, he questioned her about how it felt to be observed in such a nasty situation. "Well, at first I was embarrassed," she replied, self-consciously shifting in her revealing clothing. "I knew he could see every part of me, even my...my...my pussy. Then, after you slammed into me, all that I could think about was how that felt, how it hurt, how you filled me up. And when you leaned me over backwards, I was just worried that I might fall right over and slide down the hill. I was bouncing around so much I couldn't even see that man. When it was over, I felt, I don't know, kind of excited that someone had seen us do that." She looked over shyly at him. "I'd do it again if you wanted me to." Jack did indeed want to do that again. In fact, he'd been turning it over in his mind all afternoon. Sure, he could take her again in some public place. But he wanted to push her, and himself, just a little bit further. The idea he was crafting was bold and brash, plus quite a bit risky, and he wasn't altogether positive that going through with it wouldn't drive an irreparable wedge between them. Still, at the beginning of this odyssey he'd promised that he'd be exploring all of his fantasies, and this certainly counted as one of them. He looked over at his wife, scantily-clad and compliant. The appearance of the stranger had given him a jolt of badly-needed creativity. He wasn't going to let a few doubts get in the way of expressing that creativity. His mind set on the next day's activities, he turned back to the present. "I wouldn't mind getting away from this place. You up for a ride?" Of course she was. She'd do anything he asked. While she changed into a short summer dress and a pair of sandals, he grabbed a few goodies from his toy chest. He'd give her a ride in the country that she wouldn't soon forget. Once in the car, Jack set out for a small spring he'd found in his Hidden Places travel book. He figured it'd take about an hour's drive and a half-hour walk to reach their destination. Plenty of time to have a little traveling fun. "How about a little driving game?" he asked, smiling at her puzzled look. Reaching over, he pulled the bottom of her dress up, pleased that she'd followed his directions and left her panties at home. With her slit suitably bare, he pulled out one of the toys from his bag and dropped it in her lap. "I think you know what to do with this." Fortunately, they were on a straightaway, and he was able to fully enjoy watching her slip the thick, knobby vibrator deep inside her cunt, leaving only a wire that led to the control pad in his lap. "Here's how the game is going to work. It's a test of how observant you are. I'm going to ask you questions about things we see on the drive. This control has ten positions, going from a faint buzz to a pounding fuck. For every question you get right, we'll go down a step. For every question you get wrong, we'll go up a step. Along the way, we'll have some bonus questions, like Double Jeopardy. So you can win or lose more than one step at a time. Understand the rules? Good. Here's the first question. What's the address of the cabin?" "Ummm. 2657?" Kelli guessed. "Ummm. Wrong. It's 3636. That puts you at level one." He watched closely as she shifted in her seat, a faint humming emanating from between her legs. "Next question. What color was the mailbox?" He could tell she was guessing again when she answered, "Black." "Not so good. It's red. You really need to be more observant," he cautioned, thumbing the control up to number two. As the buzzing sound increased noticeably, he wondered what number ten would sound and feel like. A jackhammer, maybe? Two wrong, a right, and a wrong answer later, the control sat on four, and Kelli reported that instead of buzzing, the vibrator was now pulsing inside her. Unfortunately for her, the road they now traveled had few features to test her powers of observation; just trees and more trees. Although it appeared that Kelli was enjoying the stimulation so far, he knew that after a while it would become more torture than pleasure. That's when she'd be begging for relief. After missing questions on the color of a tractor and the kind of crop growing in a field, the whole front seat was thumping from the vibrations passing through her body. Time to make things a little more interesting. "OK, here's a special question for you. Get it right, and I'll turn the control down to four. Get it wrong, and I'll leave the control where it is, but add a special punishment to your plate. You get to decide. Do you want to answer this question or not?" He watched her squirm in her seat as she considered. The vibrator had to be getting uncomfortable, especially since it was so far inside her; her clit wouldn't be getting any direct stimulation. But he'd left the alternative open, and she didn't know how far he would go in a car on the open road. "I'll answer the question," she said, seeming to steel herself for the consequences. "OK. The stranger who watched us this morning was carrying something. What was it?" He immediately began humming the teapot theme to Jeopardy, indicating that she had just 30 seconds to come up with an answer. She took every second of it before offering, "A backpack?" "Sorry, but you are wrong," he replied in his best Alex Trebeck voice. "The stranger who watched us fuck was carrying a walking stick. And now for your prize." He reached into the bag and pulled out two nipple clamps and two lengths of chain. "Attach these to each of your nipples, nice and tight. Now attach this chain to each clamp. Clip this longer chain to the one between your tits. And now I'll attach this to the steering wheel, like so." He looked with pride on his creation. Now, every time he turned the wheel, no matter how slightly, the chain would pull on one or both of her nips. And if he had to make a big turn, like the one he knew would be coming up, she'd have to lean against the wheel to avoid having her tits pulled off. He strummed the chain, watching her wince. With the double stimulation, she was definitely on the edge of orgasm. And he aimed to keep her there. By the time they'd reached the trail to the spring, the controller had been amped up to 7, and his clamp system had twisted her nipples so much they were swollen. Yet despite all that stimulation, she still hadn't orgasmed. Or, at least, hadn't done so with the ferocity that Jack had been expecting. After carefully parking the car in the corner of the small lot, he turned to her and said simply, "Beg for it." Nearly sobbing, her heartbreaking pleading shocked him, the words pouring from her in a torrent that almost matched the flood of juices coming from between her legs. Her promises to do anything he asked made him smile; of course she would. He shook his head in wonder at her passionate use of so-called "dirty words" that she wouldn't have been caught dead using just a few weeks ago. Only when she promised to kiss his feet did he allow himself to be moved by her pleas. Carefully removing the clamps, he ordered her onto his lap and bent to suckle each tortured tit, cranking up the controller as he moved from one breast to the other. Her moans gathering like storm clouds, she ground her ass into his lap, massaging his dick into a devastating state of hardness. At number nine the vibrator felt as though it were buzzing, rolling and shaking, all at the same time. With Kelli now panting like a long distance runner, eyes wild and hair plastered to her back, he fumbled for the control and finally brought the control to ten. A startlingly loud clacking filled the car as the vibrator literally pistoned deeper into her cunt, simulating exactly the way he would be fucking her if he could get his pants undone. As the machine rattled around in her cunt, Kelli began keening in a ghostly yet ghastly way, the sound raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Suddenly, she howled like an animal in pain, the sound quickly tapering off into a sobbing, heaving mewl. She collapsed onto him, a sweating, quivering mass of finely tuned, finely tormented flesh. He quickly dialed down the vibrator and gently removed it from her pussy, not wanting her to get hurt now that all of her juices had seemingly dripped from her slit. Only then did he look out the window to see two pairs of eyes staring right back at him. A guy, college-age, and his presumed girlfriend, were watching him with what could only be described as awe in their eyes. They thought ... what? They obviously didn't know about the vibrator, and so thought that he'd brought Kelli to such an outrageous state of excitement. Well, he wasn't about to dissuade them of that belief. After returning their quick thumbs up with one of his own, he turned his attention back to his wife. She'd just performed another public sex act, whether she realized it or not. To be publicly continued... 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 08 Day Eight – Determination Kelli woke feeling surprisingly relaxed and refreshed. She'd come to enjoy the feeling of cotton sheets on her nude body, and doubted that she'd ever want to go back to wearing flannel pajamas to bed. Unless Jack wanted her to, of course. She stretched out under the sheets, noting how the folds of cloth created a topography as it lay across her body. The craggy peaks where her toes pressed against the taut sheet. The twin mounds of her legs creating a valley between, leading north to her .. well, to her cave. Then the wider mound indicating her stomach, up to the smooth slopes of her breasts, where the white cloth faintly trembled and shook with her every breath. Thinking of her breasts, she quickly pulled the sheet down to expose them, her fingers tenderly playing over the taut skin and sensitive nipples. For all the abuse they'd taken, they thankfully looked no worse for the wear. She couldn't help but smile at the memory of Jack's mouth on them yesterday, his lips and tongue gently bathing the hurt away while rapidly bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She'd felt his tongue again later that night, too, when he'd eaten her out as dessert after their meal. Though she hadn't cum, it had been decidedly pleasant, especially so given the tender way he had done it, and the way he'd cuddled with her afterward. It was exhilarating, really, not knowing what was going to happen next. Which Jack would show up? The kind and gentle one of the night before? The wicked one from their drive to the spring? The lecherous one from the previous morning? By now, she'd stopped even trying to guess what Jack would do next. He'd taken her to heights of pleasure she'd never knew existed. He'd changed her whole attitude towards sex already. And if she had to go through six more days of penance, so be it. She certainly hadn't expected that Jack would pardon her from her duties that morning. That meant she didn't have to awaken him with a blow job. Or get his shower ready for him. Or even bend over for her morning spanking. She strained to look out the bedroom door, wondering where he might be. As the scent of bacon and eggs hit her, she realized that he must be cooking breakfast. Cooking for her? Just as some suspicions at this kind behavior began to take hold, she felt her stomach grumble. Suspicious or not, she'd barely eaten in the last 24 hours, and her body was letting her know it. Sliding out of bed, she padded to the bathroom to go potty and to freshen herself up. That morning ritual hadn't been revoked, and she knew that Jack would want to see her freshly scrubbed and ready for anything. Teeth brushed, hair combed and face clean, she slipped into the short white robe hanging on the door. Like all the clothes they'd brought for her, it revealed far too much skin, the bottom barely covering the mounds of her butt. In fact, she knew that if she bent over just the tiniest bit, the terry cloth would ride up enough to reveal the pink folds of her pussy. Jack had proven this to be true, too, when he fondled her from behind without disturbing the robe in any way. The front wasn't much better, since there wasn't enough fabric to even begin to cover her breasts adequately. And when she cinched the robe the way he liked, she could barely keep her nipples covered. Not that it really mattered, she thought, surveying herself in the mirror. She'd long since stopped feeling embarrassed walking around nude in front of her husband. To her delight, Jack had indeed made breakfast for both of them, and they lingered over it for a good half hour. Then it was into the shower, where she assiduously washed every inch of his body with just her hands and some soap, taking special care to make sure his cock was glistening clean. As she toweled him off, and then herself, she felt almost as blissful as she had on their honeymoon. Except that then they'd kept all of their sexual activities under the covers and in the dark. It was somewhat unsettling that she was now so familiar with his private parts, especially in comparison to their early life together. But that was in the past. The old fears. And the old Kelli. Jack seemed to be in great spirits, energetically moving about the room and whistling snatches of different songs. At his suggestion, she wore only a small pair thong panties and the white robe she'd worn earlier. They were going for a little walk, he'd declared earlier. She knew by now that he meant something more than a walk was planned, and she shivered a little at the thought of what that could mean. The thick backpack of "supplies" looked pretty ominous to her. Walking through the woods, she instinctively tried to pull the robe tighter to conceal more of her body, but to no avail. If she pulled the hem down, it left more of her breasts exposed. Pulling the cloth tighter revealed more of her butt. Thankfully, anyone who spotted her wouldn't have a clear view of her pussy, though the sheer fabric of her panties didn't leave much to the imagination. "Here we are," Jack announced, pulling to a stop on the trail. Where is here, she wondered, surveying the trees, trees and more trees around them. She couldn't possibly understand why he'd chosen this place to stop. "Take off your robe. And give me your right hand," he said, the command snapping her attention back to him. Pulling a rope from his bag, he wrapped it around her wrist several times, knotting it so that it wouldn't slip off. He then secured her left wrist in the same way. Taking hold of the other end of the rope, he threw it up and over the limb of the tree to her left, then took the other rope and threw it on the tree to her right. At his command, she sat on the stump between the trees while he secured the ropes through eye hooks he'd pounded into the trunks. Pulling both ropes taut enough to keep her arms raised high, he tied the free ends to her ankles. The cleverness of it hit her when she realized that she could only lower her hands by raising her legs off the ground. Otherwise her arms would be up high, and her breasts would be exposed for anyone to see. Plus, when Jack slipped the blindfold over her eyes, she couldn't have struggled if she wanted to. Robbed of her ability to see, Kelli strained to decipher the sounds Jack made. She heard him grunt with effort and the thump of something heavy being set next to her. Next came a pounding sound of hammer to nail. She heard the backpack being zipped. Finally, finally, he spoke to her. "You can think of this as a special test. A test to see how much you've learned. You're to sit here, go with the flow, and not say a single, solitary word. Not a word. Not a sound. Nothing." His words sounded ominous to her. He hadn't even mentioned a punishment. She'd be quiet, that was for sure. She tried hard to determine which direction he took as he walked away, but the trees absorbed too much sound. She was alone. Fortunately, the morning air had warmed considerably, and there was only a slight breeze, which sometimes tickled her nipples. Where had Jack gone? And how long would it be before he returned? For all she knew, he was standing just a few feet away, filming her discomfort. She tried to remember if she'd seen the video camera that morning. He'd used it to take some explicit photos of her the night before, something he'd done almost every evening. She reviewed his instructions again. Sit there. No talking. Go with the flow. Her arms were getting tired, and he hadn't said anything about not moving around. Through trial and error, she learned that she could bring her hands down to chin level by raising her legs off the ground. Not that it helped much. With her legs spread wide, she felt more vulnerable than ever. And hunching her legs in toward her body made her position on the log very precarious. She didn't want to fall off. She'd never get on again. While she couldn't hear any people nearby, the forest had noises of its own. The rustle of leaves announced the presence of a squirrel or chipmunk. The branches sometimes clattered when the wind picked up. And the twitter of the birds helped keep her company. She settled in, suspecting she'd have to wait a long time for Jack's return. Intently listening to the birds' chorus, Kelli almost missed the sound of footsteps approaching. Was that Jack? She cocked her head to one side, as if she could tell by the weight of the sound the weight of the person. It had to be Jack, didn't it? The steps made a full circle around her, then stopped off to her left. One person, for sure. But who? She heard a soft whump as something dropped to the ground, and then the footsteps came even closer, until she could feel the nearness of another person. She sniffed hard, trying to pick up a scent. Nothing. The sudden feel of fingers on her breast almost toppled her from her seat. Someone was groping her! She felt rough skin slide along hers. Callused fingers touched her nipples. A hand lightly rubbed the cloth between her legs, a finger pulling it aside, and then plunging inside her quivering hole. After half a minute of finger fucking, it finally withdrew. Kelli felt certain that there was just one person assaulting her. A man, by the calluses on the hands. But who? It could be Jack. And for him, she'd have to go along. But what if it was someone else? What if some stranger had come along, and was taking advantage of her naked helplessness? She heard the rustle of clothing, and the unmistakeable sound of a zipper. What if a stranger was preparing to rape her right now? Her mind raced. Jack would be watching her. If someone came along, Jack would come over and get rid of him. She listened with all her might, but could only hear the sounds made by the person next to her. No one was running towards them. No one was shouting. That meant the person next to her had to be Jack. She remembered his instructions. Sit here. Say nothing. And go with the flow. He'd specifically told her to go with the flow. This was part of the test! Expecting to feel the hands between her legs again, Kelli was surprised to feel soft flesh pressing against her lips. As she shied away, she felt hands on each side of her face pull her mouth against the flesh. The meaning was obvious. Parting her lips, she took the soft cock into her mouth, playing the tip of her tongue over it, as if she could ascertain its ownership simply by touch. But it felt and tasted just any other. For all she knew, it could be Jack's. Best to act as though it was. Using her lips, teeth and tongue, she sucked and slurped at the hot flesh until it had hardened to the point where she could only keep some of it in her mouth. She paused then, unsure of how to proceed. Did he want her to keep sucking? To close tight for a mouth fuck? To transfer her attention to his balls or elsewhere? She got her answer when she felt her hands being lowered, which in turn raised her ankles to a very uncomfortable position. Taking the hard shaft in her hands, she proceeded to administer a wet and fervent blow job, sucking, slurping, licking and gnawing with unfeigned urgency. The faster he got off, the faster he'd be away. She paid particular attention to the hard yet silky crown. As she kissed and sucked it, she pistoned the shaft between her hands, as though to pinch the cum from one point to another. It had to be Jack, she'd decided. Only he could force her to do something like this but still be so quiet during it. The sudden explosion of cum in her mouth caught her by surprise, causing her to gag and pull away, so that the subsequent blasts splattered her mouth and chin. Her last sensation of him was of his wet cock being wiped across her breast, leaving a hot, sticky trail of cum. She listened intently, pleased to finally hear a zipper being fastened, and the sound of an item being lifted from the forest floor. She felt a face close to hers, and steeled herself for a kiss from her unseen lover. Instead a very soft whisper tickled her ear. "The sign says I'm not supposed to say anything. But thanks for the blow, and thanks for the show." With that she could hear him tromping away, leaving her bound and cum-soaked beneath the trees. Kelli waited breathlessly for the steps to return and for Jack to call out that the test was over and she'd passed with flying colors. She'd stayed still. She'd said nothing. And she'd gone with the flow, which was now inexorably dripping from her chin to her chest. By the time the footsteps returned, she'd had to raise her legs twice in order to rest her arms. The cum had long since dried on her skin, and behind the blindfold sweat had dripped into her eyes. Plus, she thought she might have permanent crease marks on her butt from sitting on the stump. Good thing her butt had long since gone numb. "I see you've been enjoying yourself," Jack said sarcastically, as she squinted into the afternoon daylight, her eyes tearing up after the removal of the blindfold. "Since you want to play the trailside whore, maybe it's time that I got my licks in." Was he really mad at her, or just play-acting? As he bent to untie her ankles, Kelli looked down at herself. Her panties were still pushed aside where the man had groped her. Jack, she reminded herself. Where Jack had groped her. Farther up, the trail of cum ended just above her navel, with several blotches apparent on both her tits. Her face must look even messier, she decided. Good thing nobody else had seen her like this. "Stand up on the stump," Jack ordered. She struggled to obey, even though her legs were totally asleep. With a few hard pulls on the rope, he raised her hands until they were almost fully extended. Then, holding her toes onto the top of the stump, he pushed her forward, so she was leaning into the air at an angle, with only the ropes to keep her from toppling to the ground. As she struggled to maintain her precarious position, he reached up and ripped her panties into shreds, leaving her totally naked. "It's time for you to get back to nature," Jack said with an evil grin, brandishing four whip-like branches from a nearby bush. She barely felt the first ten strokes, so numb was her butt. But the time they reached 35, she was on the edge of tears. Finally tossing the branches to the side, Jack pushed her backwards, so that she was sitting in thin air, her body almost completely supported by her agonized arms and shoulders. She knew he didn't need a reason to punish her, but this was too much! Coming up from below her, he pulled her legs apart enough to get his head between her thighs. Pressing his lips forward and up, he proceeded to part her pussy with his tongue, first sucking and licking the sweet juices on the outside, then tongue-fucking her swollen clit. It took only a minute before she screamed like a wild animal, her body wracked by a powerful orgasm. As her body jolted and swayed against the ropes, she struggled to keep her feet planted on the stump. Finally he took pity on her and lowered her to the ground, where she lay panting from the pain and pleasure. With her arms still tied by the ropes, she followed Jack back to the cabin. He let her pause only once – to read the sign he'd posted on the tree next to her. Her jaw dropped as she read it aloud, "Welcome! Stop here for a blow job. This woman is for your pleasure. Please don't talk or make any noise. Enjoy!" Kelli shot a horrified glance at Jack, but he never cracked a smile or a smirk. She would just have to wonder. Jack didn't give her long to recover from her adventure in the woods. Within an hour he had her bustling about the cabin, packing for their trip, cleaning, sweeping and loading the luggage into the car. If her butt didn't still sting from her earlier whipping, she had half a mind to remind him that she'd signed on to be his sex slave, not his personal slave. She shook her head with a grimace. That argument would have her sitting on ice packs for a week. Soon, though, everything was packed and ready. Except for Jack, apparently. "Now that all that's done, we can relax a little before we take off for the big city," he said, dangling a white bikini set in front of her, and nodding to the sun-drenched deck. She didn't bother to leave the room to change, fully comfortable with the way he stared at her breasts as she slipped the thin fabric on. The bikini fit perfectly. All that measuring he'd done of her body in the first days really paid off. She was surprised when she saw the two lounge chairs already set out on the deck; she'd assumed that he had something else in mind. That set her up for an even bigger surprise when she spotted the large carafe of margaritas, with two drinks already poured and ready. That really made her put her guard up. But if Jack had any ulterior purpose, he wasn't revealing anything. After a few sips of her drink, the alcohol began to relax her, and she quickly slipped into a sun-soaked stupor. She awoke only when she felt Jack slide onto the lounge next to her, the bare skin of his chest and legs sliding agreeably along her limbs. He snuggled in against her, turning her slightly so that she lay on her side, with him parallel to her. Prior to becoming his slave, she'd never really liked to spoon, mostly because Jack's hand would naturally fall upon her breast. But now she'd grown used to it, though she was a tad startled when he didn't automatically reach inside her top to cup her breast. That had become his favorite sleeping position. With his arms cradling her, his shorts-clad groin hard against her butt, his bare legs entwined in hers, the sun warming her skin and the drinks slowing her thoughts, she felt as safe and secure as she'd ever felt before. She could stay like this forever. "I love you," he whispered in her ear an indeterminate amount of time later. He loved her? Did he really say that? It was the first time he'd uttered those words since before her affair. Despite the warmth and drowsiness, her imagination took off. He loved her again! That meant he could forgive her. Which meant they could be happy again. But not like before. Happier. Because she wouldn't be so straitlaced. And he wouldn't be so frustrated. She shifted her butt against him, smiling as she felt his semi-erect cock through both his pants and her bottom. With a final snuggle, she let her heartbeat lull her to sleep. Kelli slowly awoke to a slight tickling sensation, which was accompanied by a not unpleasant buzzing permeating her body. Jack's hand had somehow made its way underneath her bikini top, and his fingers were now gently squeezing and rubbing her tingling nipples. The introduction of his hand, though, was stretching the fabric tight against her other nipple, creating even more friction and heat. She shifted slightly against him, preparing to bring her hand between them and take hold of his cock, when she heard him whisper in her ear, "Stay still. And don't open your eyes." She stayed motionless as possible as his hand moved to her other breast, which he palmed and caressed with tender agility. "Don't look now, but we have an audience," he murmured into her ear. An audience? Was someone really watching? Or was he just playing with her mind again? As she debated opening her eyes, Jack pushed her bikini top up over her breasts, totally exposing her full tits. Then, with casual slowness, she felt his hand trace the curves of her body as it travelled from her chest down to her stomach, and then farther down, where his fingers mischievously plucked at her bikini bottom. God, she wanted so much to open her eyes. But Jack had said not to. "Who's watching?" she breathed at him, soft enough that no one but him would be able to hear. Jack didn't seem to mind the question. "There's two, standing in front of that old oak tree. A guy and a girl. From the college, I think. He's leaning against the tree, and she's leaning back against him. She's wearing denim shorts and a white tank top. Her top is pushed up over her tits, like yours. Hers are smaller, though, perkier. He was touching them at the same time I was touching yours. Let's see if he'll keep doing what I do." Kelli held her breath as she felt his fingers slide under the triangle of thin fabric, the tips marching slowly to her silken valley. Though he'd been groping and touching her there almost continuously for the last week, this time it felt different. More intimate. More erotic. His forefinger slowly split her pussy lips, the folds of flesh encasing him. She felt a chill run up her back. She ached to part her legs, to welcome him in. By sheer will, she managed to keep still. But, she needed to know! 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 08 "Can I take a quick look? Please?" she begged in a ragged whisper. She could feel his whole body smile as he answered, "Do what I'm doing. Just squint a little. Don't open your eyes all the way. Don't spook them." Peeking through tight slits, Kelli saw them immediately. They were right there! No more than 25 feet from the deck! She'd imagined them to be much farther away. It was just as Jack had described. The girl with her top pushed up, breasts bare and nipples hard. The boy with his hands even now unbuttoning her shorts, unzipping the front to reveal sheer, white panties. And the guy's hand slipping into those panties, the fingers sliding down, creating a tent just like the one she had between her own legs. She could actually see the guy's fingers parting his girlfriend's pussy! The bulge of the fabric as he rubbed her clit. And the reaction of the girl as she stretched hard against her lover, thrusting her tits into the sky. "Show them more," she breathed excitedly to Jack. "Let's show them more." "Aren't you the little exhibitionist," he replied smilingly, even as he withdrew his hand and undid the bikini strings on her hips. Still acting as though blind, he pressed his hand back between the fabric and skin, but this time the fabric fell away, revealing the topmost part of her full, moist slit. Kelli watched barely breathing as the guy pushed the girl's shorts to her ankles, and then did the same with her panties. She could plainly see the dark, untrimmed patch of hair between her legs, and the contours of the girl's pussy lips as her man's fingers rubbed and caressed them. It was so exciting watching another couple perform a sex act at the same time that she and Jack were doing it. Unbidden erotic thoughts floated through her head. What would they look like fucking? How big was the guy's cock? What would she look like sucking him off? What would it feel like to put her fingers into the girl's cunt like that? Where were these thoughts coming from? She shifted slightly, opening her legs as naturally as she could. "I'm still asleep," she willed at the couple. "I'm just adjusting my legs in reaction to the fingering." She didn't want to spook them. The thought that they could now see deep into her cunt hole made her unexpectently wet. She could smell her odor now, and wondered if they could too. The guy now had two fingers deep in his lover's slit, rubbing and pinching her nipples with the other. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen. And it was all because she lay there with Jack. She closed her eyes and made a decision. "Please, Jack, please fuck me. I want your cock. I need your cock! Cum inside me," she whispered to him urgently. "They'll see everything," he reminded her, emotionlessly. "I don't care,"she whimpered. Was he going to keep this from her just because she wanted it? "I don't care who sees. I want them to see...to see how well my husband fucks his wife. To see you put your big cock inside me. To see you paint my body with your cum. Let them see," she ended, speaking urgently and loudly. Dropping all pretense, she rolled onto her hands and knees while Jack unzipped his shorts to reveal his stiff, throbbing cock. Kelli looked plainly at the couple even as Jack sank his meat deep into her wet cunt, watching as a mixture of shock, interest and embarrassment passed over their features. As the girl frantically pulled up her panties and shorts, the guy watched with open interest as Jack pounded his long dick into her open pussy. Catching the boy's eye, Kelli looked down and back at her own tits, calling attention to the way they bounced and jiggled with every stroke. She was strangely pleased at how the girl had to take the guy's hand and literally drag him away. "They're...they're gone," Jack grunted, viciously slamming into her . "They're...they're watching," she grunted back, tensing her arms like shock absorbers against the brutal attack. They would be watching, she felt sure. She would be. Amazingly, she really did want everyone to see. To see how well he fucked her. And to see what a good fuck she was. She tried tightening up her pussy, which from his groans, Jack evidently appreciated. She swirled her butt up and down. She grunted and groaned appreciatively. And when she felt him beginning to cum, she urged him on. She felt the hot stream of cum arch inside her like a fire hose, coating her cunt with steaming fluid. So much! So much! She'd be leaking for the rest of the day, that was for sure. When he pulled out of her she immediately spun around and took him in her mouth, without waiting for him to order it. She wanted to do this for him. Wanted to thank him for fucking her like a wife should be fucked. She savored the salty flavor, the still-hard flesh in her mouth, and the way he leaned against her with exhaustion. She wanted him to know – everyone to know – that she was a good wife. And she had, by god. She had. To be sadistically continued... 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 09 Day Nine – Realization Had he blown it? By admitting that he loved her, had he blown his control over her? Jack dropped the sheaf of papers onto his desk in disgust. The question had been nagging at him all morning. He'd said those three magic words the day before in a moment of weakness, at a time when he felt warm and secure and loved. Yet it was the truth. He did love Kelli again. He loved her for all the reasons he'd loved her before her affair. And he loved how she was putting her all into pleasing him now, the way she was working to save their marriage, the way she went along with all of his whims, no matter how shocking or depraved. She'd given him barely a hint of reproach at his methods; an amazing feat considering how straitlaced she'd been for so long. For someone to change so much, so quickly, you just had to love that. He loved her again, but he hadn't said he'd forgiven her yet. She'd be wanting and waiting for that. Yet, over the weekend he'd realized that he wouldn't be able to forgive her in just two weeks. Forgiveness would be a longer time coming. But he didn't want her to know that. He still had fantasies he wanted to fulfill, and she had to believe that the possibility of forgiveness was still there, or else she'd call a halt to the whole thing. She still needed an incentive to participate. Especially with the stuff he had planned. He knew he was being an asshole. But she had been an asshole to him, having an affair with that prick. He could, at least, begin to rationalize it that way. At least for a few more days, until he'd explored all his fantasies and their two-week experiment was over. But had his declaration of love given her the impression that he would be softer with her? It might, he admitted, given his performance that morning. The morning had started as usual, with her awakening him with a soft and tender blow job. After she started his shower, washed him down, dried him and attended to getting him dressed, they'd adjourned down to the kitchen for his morning coffee. Rather than tromp back upstairs for her daily spanking, he'd sent her into the living room to await his arrival. But when he entered the room, he paused at the sight before him. Kelli crouched on hands and knees on the ottoman, completely naked, her ass pointing directly at him. Where he normally would walk in and proceed to pinken her pale ass, this time he just admired the round firmness of her ass cheeks, the dark promise of her crack, and the delicate seductiveness of her pussy lips, the twin mounds just begging to be parted. He'd wondered whether Western Civilization's emphasis on missionary fucking was a real mistake. To him, nothing was more appealing and enticing than a full set of pussy lips beneath a nice, taut ass. It was raw animal appeal mixed with simple, open submission. Which might explain why, instead of spanking her, he approached from behind, knelt down, and stuck his tongue as deeply into her pussy as he could, eating her out with the passion of a starving man. He licked the outside, probed the inside, and left a trail of spit and juices to run freely down her legs. He was strangely excited by the limited access the position afforded him. While he couldn't quite reach her clit, it was fun to cram his tongue deep into her. And whenever he grew bored with that, he only had to touch his tongue to the tight rose of her asshole to make her squirm with pleasure. He'd stopped before bringing her to a powerful orgasm, though he was sure that she'd had several minor ones along the way. But the tenderness and gratification that she'd experienced might have given her the wrong impression: that he was getting softer. And that, most definitely, was not the case. He had to know if she was still giving her all, still following his instructions to the letter. He'd given her a long list of things to do that day to prepare for the evening's entertainment. Fortunately he'd set up a way to check on her progress. After making sure that his office door was locked, he went to his computer and logged on to his secret video account. Connected to the camera he'd left running at home, this gave him a real time view of everything that went on in the living room area. By the schedule he'd given her, she should be vacuuming and dusting that room right about now. It took only a few moments for the screen to flicker to life as he sighed with relief. He had guessed right that she'd be in the room at that time. Most importantly, she was still following his instructions even though he wasn't there to check on her. Jack watched as she bustled about the room, carefully dusting every surface. Bare breasted, and wearing only black garters, stockings and high heels, she looked every inch like a slut maid from a porno movie. He inspected her naked ass as she bent over to straighten something, staring straight into the wet pussy he had so recently ravished. He watched her tits jiggle as she walked around the room, and felt his cock begin to harden as she stretched up to clean the bookshelves. When she finally disappeared from view, he had to fight the urge to call and order her to perform for him in front of the camera. Then she'd know for sure that he was spying on her. And besides, she had a lot of errands to run before they met again that evening. Jack looked up with a smile as his wife entered his office. Once again she'd followed his instructions to the letter. She looked every bit the corporate professional that he'd hoped she would. Her navy blue business suit fit perfectly, from the padded shoulders to the tapered waistline, and right on down to the matching but demure skirt. Yet she'd avoided the frigid bitch look, thanks to a feminine blouse, tastefully patterned stockings and high heels. Attractive yet professional. Perfect. "Ah, Miss Smith. Come on in. And make sure you lock the door behind you. We don't want anyone to interrupt this interview, now do we?" he greeted her, smiling his best business smile. Of course, he had reason to smile. He was living out one of his favorite fantasies, with a willing accomplice, and without any fear of being slapped with harassment charges. In fact, fucking a career woman had become almost an obsession with him, ever since he'd been approached by one of the Vice Presidents at his firm. He still castigated himself for turning down her advances, especially since discovering his wife's own infidelities. He'd look like a fool going back to that particular woman and trying to initiate something. So he had to settle for the next best thing. "I've been looking for a good personal assistant for some time," he began, sliding behind his desk. "I'll explain what your duties would be in a few moments. But first, let's take a look at your resume." Earlier that day, he'd asked her to prepare a fake resume, suitable for a woman sleeping her way to the top. "Let's see. Objective: 'To learn as much as possible while underneath an up and coming executive.' Very clever. And experience? 'You've worked your way up from the bottom?' 'Opened yourself to new experiences?' And 'given your all to the company, day and night.' Very impressive credentials, Miss Smith. So far, your qualifications seem to fit with what I'm looking for in a personal assistant. Of course," he said, pointedly eyeing her breasts, "It's your performance that makes all the difference." "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to work for you," she replied with a shy smile, taking his lead and running with it. "I know that in the business world, it's eat or be eaten." Clever. For some reason, this assignment had really turned on Kelli's creative juices. He wouldn't be getting such banter in the real world with any of the women he worked with. So what if he already knew what lay under those conservative clothes? It was the conquest that counted. "I'm sure all your office skills are OK," he said, gesturing at her resume. "But what sets a good employee apart from the rest is her ability to think of better ways to get things done. For instance, I get very bored looking at the same décor every day. What would you be able to do about that?" "Well, I do have a few things that might be a little more interesting to look at," she said coyly, flipping up her skirt to reveal the black garters and snaps holding up her stockings. "And if I were to get the job, I'm sure I could expand my collection." Jack paused to admire the soft silk of her panties disappearing between her legs, the fabric taut enough to reveal just a hint of the mounds below. The garters framed her nether region perfectly, her pale skin contrasting with the black lace in a way that made his heart pound. She was like a stranger at this moment. A stranger he wanted peel and expose before his inquisitive eyes. "A man in my position can get awfully stressed out during the day, though. What would you do about that?" He swung his chair away from the desk, turning to face her as she slowly moved out of the chair and onto her knees before him. Smiling sweetly up at him, she dexterously undid his belt and pants, pulling his semi-hard cock through the opening in his boxers. "I believe in giving the need to relax more than just lip service," she breathed, bending to encompass his dick in her mouth. Jack could scarcely take his eyes from her, even though every molecule in his being wanted to stretch and squirm like a cat getting ready for a nap. As her lips passed from the purple head, to the wet shaft, to his steaming balls, he felt as though molten steel was dripping along his rod, transferred there with feathery touch. When her mouth finally enveloped his cock again, he pressed his now hard member deep into her gullet, needing to fuck her mouth as a savage counterpoint to the soft way she'd teased him. He quickly halted, though, when he looked down at her to see her breasts still held firm by her bra, and her pussy still encased by the silk. He had so much yet to explore and to do! "Sometimes we have to work through lunch. Do you have any problems with that?" he asked her leadingly. "No Sir!" she replied enthusiastically, hopping up from the floor to sit on the edge of his desk. As he spun his chair to face her, she pressed her high heels against the arms of the chair, stopping its progress and essentially caging him in. Pulling her skirt up, she wisecracked, "As you can see, I carry a little tuna with me everywhere I go, which you're free to snack on." Tuna! Jack chuckled aloud. She'd definitely pulled that term from the Net; he didn't ever remember using it around her. Mostly because her pussy very rarely smelled that way. Jack pushed his fingers inside her panties to find her cunt lips full and her slit juicy. He was just about to push the fabric aside when he noticed two ties at Kelli's hips. Clever girl. She'd put her garters on over her panties, but had still made it possible for him to remove her panties with the least bit of trouble. With that slip of fabric fluttering to the floor, he stared at the folds of flesh which held so much sway over him and other men. As he gently pressed his fingers on the inside of her legs, he noted how instinctively her cunt began to open, anticipating, no doubt, the intrusion of something between those quivering folds. Using his thumb and forefinger, he pried open the top of her cunt, uncovering the pink pearl of her clit. Thumbing it gently, he smiled as she humped and thumped atop his desk, her ass cheeks sliding this way and that. Finally tired of teasing her, Jack bent forward and slammed his tongue deep into her gash, thrilled to find her steaming hot and flooded with juices. He lapped at her as a dog might lick water from a bowl, not caring how harshly his tongue or teeth might rasp against her sensitive flesh. In no time the top of his desk was streaked with sweat, spit and her fluids, and she was clenching her jaws to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Finally he sat back and let her legs dangle off the edge of the desk, her skirt still crudely wedged up beneath her. "That's not bad for lunch. But what if all I need is a snack?" he asked, challenging her to come up with something clever. Discarding her coat and her blouse, she pulled her arms from her bra straps and unceremoniously pulled the cups down, revealing her firm and succulent breasts. "I've got a couple of jugs here that are sure to wet your whistle," she quipped with a gleam in her eye. Jugs! This time he laughed out loud. His sweet wife Kelli was starting to sound like a sailor! Fortunately, she didn't look like a sailor. And with her full tits and open pussy staring him in the face, the hard throbbing of his cock prodded him into action. After kicking off his clothes, and instructing her to do the same, he pushed her back on the desktop, her legs up and spread wide for him. Pausing for just a moment, he used the tip of his cock to lightly tease the outer lips of her pussy, pushing the wet, pliable skin this way and that as his wife moaned and bucked against the desk. Finally tiring of his game, he pushed his way smoothly inside her, relishing the feel of her dripping box against his taut dick. After a few soft strokes he found himself urgently slamming down into her, their mounds slapping together as loudly and forcefully as if he were spanking her for a particularly vital transgression. As the blood pounded in his forehead, he felt almost desperate to give her a good, brutal fucking. To remind her who he was. To punish her for his missed opportunity with that co-worker. And to burn into his memory the fantasy of fucking at the office. He didn't slacken his pace in the least as he felt the first spurt of cum explode from his cockhead. With blast after blast he coated the inside of her cunt, until his white, creamy spunk was literally being suctioned out of her quivering hole. Pulling out with an audible pop, he coaxed her into a sitting position, so that her abdomen helped to squeeze some of the sticky mess out of her body. He kept her like that for almost a minute, the both of them watching his sperm slowly dripping from her slit and pooling on his desk. The stain would be impossible to remove. Or to forget. "I think you have the job, Miss Jones," he said, smiling as he regarded her well-ravaged body. "I think you're going to be a perfect fit." After this loving interlude, to be dominatingly continued... 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 10 Day Ten -- Provocations Kelli didn't even bother to stifle her yawn, letting it roll out of her in a single, mouth-stretching moment. "That's not very ladylike," she could imagine her mother admonishing her. But she didn't feel very ladylike, to tell the truth, looking down at her dirty, sweat-stained, red-marked and naked body. She'd challenge anyone to look and feel ladylike after going through what she had in the last few hours. She'd gone to bed last night feeling quite pleased with herself. Jack's role-playing sex game had been a complete success. Not only that, but it had brought out a part of her that she hadn't known existed. She liked acting like someone else. She could be creative and please Jack at the same time. And it was empowering, too. By pretending to be a fuck slut secretary, she'd fulfilled Jack's fantasy, something he couldn't do without her. She'd gone to bed giddy with excitement, certain that she'd turned a corner on her path to redemption. Then suddenly, her joy had turned into fear and confusion. At four in the morning, Jack had wakened her from a sound sleep by ripping the bedcovers away and switching on all the bedroom lights, leaving her naked and exposed in the harsh glare. With a wicked look on his face, he ordered her into all kinds of humiliating positions, while he took pictures of her with a camera on a tripod. While she'd become used to posing for him, he'd never before asked her to be so graphic for him. Not only did she have to spread her legs, but she had to pull her pussy lips apart so he could shoot the hollow inside. At his command, she pried open her ass cheeks, twisted her own nipples, sucked on her toes, and jammed her whole hand into her cunt, with the flash from the camera illuminating every act. Then, abandoning the camera, he led her to the bathroom, where he proceeded to pull out his dick and pee into the toilet. Although she tried to avert her gaze, he demanded that she watch. Equally fascinated and disgusted, she watched as the thin yellow stream unerringly arched from the tip of his cock, over the rim, and into the bowl, landing with a steady splash. She'd heard it every morning of their married lives, of course, but had never seen it, nor wanted to. Unconsciously licking her lips, all she could think of was that the dick she'd sucked so much cum out of lately was the same one that held his pee. That meant...well, she'd shivered at that thought. But that hadn't been the worst of it. "It's your turn," Jack had ordered, pulling the seat down and flushing the toilet. Her turn??? "I'm not doing it here with you. I won't," she'd said, the words coming from her mouth before she could stop them. Even as she said it, the mischievous look on Jack's face changed, turning into a hard, cold, mirthless mask. "Jack, I, I..." she stammered, not sure how to make it better, or even if she could. "We'll see what you will or will not do," he hissed, taking her by the forearm and leading her downstairs. In the kitchen, he grabbed a large bottle of water from the refrigerator and shoved it at her. "Drink this, all of it, and don't stop until it's gone." She'd drunk the whole liter-and-a-half down, her lips never leaving the neck, stopping for breath only when she had to. Anything to assuage the cold look in his eyes. But her new-found submissiveness was only lost on him as he ordered her to her hands and knees on the kitchen floor. As he rummaged through the drawers, she steeled herself for the worst, but was still unprepared when the first smack of the rubber spatula stung her ass. As always, she concentrated on counting. To miscount now would undoubtedly double her punishment. And counting took her mind off the pain. The fact that Jack ceased at number twenty-seven made Kelli even more fearful. For the first time, she was being spanked for a real reason, not just some imagined or exaggerated slight. Obviously he had some other punishment in mind. With a cruel yank on her hair he pulled her from the floor and then down the basement steps. Bending her backwards over a table, he lashed her ankles and wrists to the table legs, leaving the whole front of her body stretched taut and easy prey for his sadistic whims. Starting with her breasts, he carefully applied clothespin after clothespin to her sensitive flesh, before topping off the whole creation with a couple of clamps which he cruelly tightened onto her hard nipples. After gathering her hair into a ponytail, he looped a rope through and pulled it taut, so her head and neck were stretched into an upright position. Then he rolled a mirror over so she'd be forced to watch as he went to work on her nether regions. First he teased her by pretending to attach a mousetrap to her pussy lips. Given that alternative, when he finally applied a clothespin, she'd almost sighed with relief. Surprisingly, she felt almost no pain; the anticipation of the pain was worse than what she actually experienced. What was intense was his tweezer torture. Though she'd shaved her pussy just two days ago, her fine, blond pubic hairs were already long enough for him to pull out. Grasping one after the other, he spent many minutes clearing an area around her slit, sometimes quickly plucking the hair out, and sometimes pulling it torturously slowly, causing her to writhe and pant with pain. She tried to close her eyes to it all, but soon noticed that the more she shut her eyes, the more painfully he plucked her pubes. So finally she forced herself to watch, though she still whimpered every time the tweezers descended. By the time he put aside the tweezers, the skin around her pussy was bright red and inflamed, stinging as though she'd been attacked by a thousand angry bees. But the pain quickly turned into a scorching pleasure as he bent and licked every inch between her legs, soothing the pain and sending a flurry of minor orgasms trembling through her body. Just as she began to relax against the table, he shifted gears again. After removing most of the clothespins, he looped rope around and around her torso, effectively clamping her breasts between the strands. Two more loops ran between her legs, holding her pussy lips open. With the addition of a lemon and a loop of rope around her head, he'd gagged her and assured she could neither move nor talk. She could still see, however, and she watched in growing disbelief as he bustled about the kitchen pulling all sorts of implements from the drawers. Then he disappeared for a few minutes, returning to the kitchen with the digital camera and a very big hard-on. The ensuing half hour had already begun to blur in Kelli's mind. Jack had done so many things to her, had violated her so many times, that she could barely distinguish one from the other. He'd started by fucking her open pussy; of that much she was sure. After a minute of that, he'd swatted her tits with a rubber spatula, leaving the already stressed flesh red and puffy. Then came a long series of items stuck in her pussy and ass, including wooden spoons, empty bottles, pot handles, basters, and even a rolling pin handle. Then came the fruit and vegetables, including the obligatory cucumbers, carrots and zucchini. With her slit stretched, sore and drying out, Jack stuffed a scoop of ice cream inside her and sprayed whipped cream around it, before bending down to feast on his creation. Making his way to the pantry, he then coated various parts of her body with flour, sugar, chocolate sauce, peanut butter and other foods, until she looked like the remains of a buffet at a large wedding. And of course, he recorded everything with the digital camera. When he finally removed her bonds, she'd bitten well into the lemon and the juice had severely puckered her lips. Without hesitating a moment he'd crammed his cock deep into her mouth, fucking her as roughly as he'd previously taken her cunt. His cock already tasted of cum; she'd seen drops of it dripping from the tip all during his experiments on her. She sucked at him greedily, running her tongue up and down the sensitive skin on the underside. She wanted him to cum, in her mouth, on her face, anywhere, in the hopes that his passion and evident cruelty would be slaked, at least momentarily. But just as she thought he might erupt, he pulled himself from her mouth and pushed her head away. From the look in his eyes, he knew what she'd been trying to do. "You're a mess," he commented, surveying her up and down. She felt a mess, with sauces, food, and other items turning into a sticky morass on her skin. Dazed and overwhelmed, she checked the clock and was shocked to see that it was only 5:30, and that the sun hadn't even begun to brighten the morning sky. "C'mon, we've got to get you cleaned up," he said, to which she brightened a bit. Her brief joy turned to suspicion, and then horror, as he pulled her not to the shower, but outside the door wall, off the deck, and into the backyard. She was outside, in full view of the neighbors' houses, naked, covered in food, with a clothespin still attached to one of her tits! She frantically whipped her head around. So far, no lights shone in any of the windows. But any minute now the neighborhood would begin to awaken. And then they would see her in this humiliating position! She yelped with surprise when the spray of ice cold water hit her, the splash momentarily blinding her. Jack was...was hosing her down! Like you'd clean off an animal! The strong stream of water sent icy blades knifing into her body, playing up and down her limbs before centering on her boobs, turning her nipples into rock hard icicles. At his command to spread her legs, she had no choice but to lay back and accept the stream of water as it blasted along her thighs before probing her anus and finally power-cleaning her cunt. She just wanted to be back in the house and away from any prying eyes. Oblivious, or possibly relishing her discomfort, Jack made her roll onto her hands and knees, and then used the water to invade her cunt and ass from behind. When she saw the bathroom light come on in the house behind them, she could only imagine the depraved scene they made, should that neighbor glance out their window. She, dripping wet, her tits hanging down, her hair a soaking wet mess, her ass and cunt perfectly positioned for the neighbor to see. And Jack, naked and sporting an impressive hard-on, spraying her ass with a coarse stream of water, which when played on her pussy caused her to buck and sway like a cow in heat. Finally, as another light flickered on, Jack relented and ordered her onto the deck. In the gathering dawn, with her kneeling obediently at his feet, he changed the sprayer to mist and forced her to swallow the water until she could swallow no more. Only then did he let her retreat to the safety of the house. She was completely cowed and somewhat fearful when he led her back up the stairs to their bathroom. By now all that water was pressing firmly on her bladder, and protest was the last thing on her mind when he ordered her to take her place on the toilet. She felt no humiliation, only relief, as she peed steadily into the bowl. Even when Jack insisted that she stand and squat. Even when Jack peed and then had her clean his cock with her tongue. There were worse things than that, that was for sure. The rest of their morning had proceeded normally, although Jack had forbade her to have breakfast or lunch, or to take a nap or sleep at all. He'd removed all the clothespins but left her nipples clamped, and would occasionally tug on the chain as he moved by. And he'd rewritten her instructions for the day, giving her a task so monumental, she doubted that she could finish it. Which was why she sat incessantly yawning in front of the computer, her mind buzzing from lack of sleep, with images of sex acts flashing before her eyes. Jack had ordered her to download 1000 sex pictures from the Internet, with one strict rule: no duplicates. In fact, if he found any of the pictures were duplicates, she'd have to stay up all night and download another thousand. So not only did she have to find the pictures, she had to keep track of which ones she already had. And despite the lack of sleep, the hunger and the mental overstimulation, she found herself getting turned on. But Jack had strictly forbidden her from touching herself in any way. And she wasn't about to disobey him again today. She was only 47 pictures away from her goal when Jack called her at 4:30 that afternoon. "Having fun?" he asked sarcastically. "I'll be home in an hour to inspect your work. Between now and then, I want you to open a bottle of wine and drink a big glass of it. Don't eat anything, though. I'll be bringing home something for you to eat, if you know what I mean." His laugh left no doubt as to what he meant. An hour later, Kelli had finished her task, and had even double-checked her work for duplicates. The sleep deprivation, the sexual input and the wine had left her both very tired and very horny. She'd snuck a few swipes at her pussy while reviewing the pornographic pictures, but that had only enhanced her need. She didn't dare bring herself to orgasm; she had no doubt that Jack would discover her disobedience, and had no desire to go through the morning's events again. At the sound of the garage opener, she scrambled atop the kitchen table, her nude ass pointed at the door. As Jack had ordered, she'd laid out a selection of dongs, vibrators and dildos on the table next to her. As his footsteps echoed in the kitchen, she quit trying to spot him from between her legs, and instead turned her attention to the chain dangling between her tits. The clamps had been on her nipples for over 12 hours now. She had to bite hard on her lip to keep from yelping when he pushed a thick, knobby dong deep into her quivering pussy. And she failed in her attempt to quell her cry when he twisted another thick dong into her tight asshole. She accepted the third dong in her mouth as submissively as possible, knowing that any reaction might give him incentive to torment her even more. He kept her kneeling that way for over 20 minutes, feeling like an obscene porcupine but unable to do a single thing about it. "What are you, some kind of masturbating slut?" Jack barked at her as he returned to the kitchen. "Take that ridiculous stuff out and put it back on the table. You'll get to use one, just one, of those when we return tonight. But you have to pick which one now." When they returned? From where? Kelli could tell by the tone of his voice that it was some kind of trick question. The trouble was, she couldn't tell what the trick was. She could go for a big one, especially if he was going to keep her on the edge all night. But if she was sore tonight, then a big one would just make it worse. A small one seemed to be the safest bet. She chose a small dildo, about five inches, and not much bigger around than her thumb. She hoped it would be enough to do the job...whatever it might be. "OK, then. You have ten minutes to run upstairs, put some makeup on, put this on and drink another glass of wine." He threw her a handful of lingerie. "Put a short skirt and top over it. We're going someplace special." In the car, the closer they got to the sleazy side of town, the more skittish Kelli felt. The lack of sleep, the porn and the wine were all having an effect on her. She'd been surprised upon removing the dong from her pussy to find it slick with her juices. Even now, she had the distinct feeling that she'd already soaked the thin fabric stretched between her legs. So Kelli felt about ready to bolt when Jack finally parked next to a nondescript, unmarked business building. What was going on? She still hadn't gotten the answer after they'd entered and found themselves in a white-washed, undecorated office, with two unmarked doors leading to the interior. The receptionist's gaze barely flicked over her before stopping to appraise Jack for several seconds. At her nod, they entered the door to the right, and found themselves in an unadorned room, with clothes hooks stretching down one wall. Women's clothing hung from five or six of the hooks. "I guess you should take off your skirt and top and hang them on the hook," Jack said to her. "Then put these on," he said, brandishing a pair of stiletto heels that she hadn't even noticed in his hands. Dressed in the tight teddy and wearing the tall heels, Kelli felt she could pass for a hooker or call girl. Surely that's not what Jack had planned! By now her heart was hammering with trepidation. They proceeded through another door into a room containing about a dozen cubicles surrounded by a dozen doors. The only lighting came from the green and red lights above the doors, and the soft light emitted from the video monitors that appeared to reside in each cubicle. Despite the tranquil appearance, the room was alive with voices. As they walked through the aisles, Kelli noted that a man sat in each cube, staring intently at the monitor and talking into an adjoining microphone. And every single monitor held an image of a woman in some state of undress. "Here we are," Jack said, drawing her into an empty cube. The scene on the video showed a small bed with red satin sheets, a single pillow and two stuffed teddy bears. Evidently she was going to go in there and undress for him. That much was clear. But why? They could do this at home. He'd already taped her doing it. "Have some more wine," he ordered, pulling out a small bottle with a metal cap. "Now, listen, this is important. You're to follow my directions completely and without hesitation. Understand? Everything you do tonight will be a reflection on me. If you think this morning was tough and embarrassing, just see what happens if you make me unhappy tonight." Kelli shivered. She most definitely didn't want him to be displeased. But what was all this leading up to? And why was he so deadly serious? "You're to go through door number eight. I'm going to lock it from the outside. So if you need to leave, you need to tell me. I want you to go inside and sit on the bed. I'll be talking to you through the microphone. Do everything I tell you to, as enthusiastically as you can. Be as sexy as you can. Concentrate on me, and what I want you to do. And when this is over, we'll head home and get your reward." She nodded when he asked again if she understood, though she was still completely mystified by the whole thing. The small room looked exactly as it did on the monitor. Kelli stood outside the door as her husband arranged the pillow and teddy bears to his liking. She then primly sat on the bed as he locked her in. Only then did she notice that the walls were actually glass. And that a dark curtain on the outside of the glass was silently sliding aside. She was on display in a glass-walled bedroom! And there were men, dozens of men, rushing over to stare at her!!! Quickly she clasped her hands over her cleavage and pressed her knees together, even as she realized that these men would probably be seeing more of her. Much more. "J-Jack?" she whispered once, and then a little more loudly. Silence. She tried to avoid the probing looks from the men outside by staring at the ceiling, but she could feel their eyes already undressing her. "Ja-ack?" she tried again. Still nothing. She knew what he wanted. What she would have to do. She'd have to do it anyway. Silently, she cursed Roger and his manipulating ways. She cursed her weakness. She cursed the deal she'd struck with Jack. Then she let her hands fall away, parted her legs a bit, and gazed back at the lusting faces on the other side of the glass. They looked like they wanted to fuck her. And she hadn't even done anything yet. "Jack? I'm ready," she tried again, her voice cracking from nervousness. She was already envisioning herself laying on the bed, her legs splayed open for all these strangers to see. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 10 "Good, then. We're going to tease them a little, and then a little more, before we give them what they really want," he addressed her, his voice sounding soft but strict from the speaker box next to the bed. "First I want you to kneel on the bed, facing the front glass. Then slide out to your hands and knees, and shake your hair out, so it falls naturally." She did as he said, noticing that the polyester, not satin, sheets made it easier to slide around. She was shaking her head and wondering how many other women had recently writhed around on this bed when the lights suddenly brightened considerably. She looked up to see several men crouching on all sides of her. It took a few moments to realize what they held. Cameras! They were all taking pictures of her! She instinctively flinched from the lights, but there was no place to flee. The men behind the glass surrounded her on three sides. And from the hungry look in their eyes, she could tell what they were thinking. Fresh meat. Jack's voice didn't change tone, though he could obviously see what was happening. "Take off your bra and give them a good look at those tits of yours. And try stroking the nipples, so they're nice and hard." Even as she complied, Kelli could feel the shock beginning to overwhelm her. The camera flashes left her startled and confused as they cascaded over her. Though she couldn't hear distinct voices, the men's shouts, hoots and laughter beat through the wall of glass, enveloping her in a cacophony of noise. Through it all she strained to hear Jack's instructions, fearful that even the slightest mistake would earn her a long and painful punishment. She could feel her body and mind begin to shift into automatic, much as it had on previous occasions when the shock, shame and stimulation had seemed too overwhelming. She left any inhibitions or embarrassment behind, and resigned herself to her husband's cruel yet revealing plans. And so she found herself not only stroking her nipples, but pinching and twisting them, going farther and farther to draw a reaction from the men before her. She anticipated his next request and made a long show of removing her panties, leaving her pussy bare to all those hungry eyes. The cameras really started to flash then, and she wondered abstractly if they'd record anything at all, what with all the lights and reflections. Not that she really worried about it. Jack had probably broadcast pictures of her cunt all over the Internet by now. There might even be a site called "Kelli's Cunt." She thought she might look for it the next time Jack made her do some porn research. In her zoned and tipsy state, she almost missed Jack's next instruction, "Underneath the pillow there's a vibrator. I want you to pull it out, shove it into your cunt, and give these guys a real show. And make sure they can see the wedding ring on your finger. I want to make sure they know that this isn't some hooker they're watching. It's someone's real, live wife." At that point, she couldn't have refused if she wanted to. She felt drunk; not only on the wine, but on the intense sexual vibrations in the building. She wanted to perform for these men. She wanted them to remember her. To fall asleep tonight with her body making their cocks throb. She wanted them to imagine themselves between her legs. In her mouth. Or sharing her with all the men in the room. Passing her around. Fucking her. Cumming in her mouth. On her tits. Between her legs. In her ass. She lay on the bed and fucked herself with the buzzing vibrator, imagining them all using her for their sordid pleasures. She looked at them as individuals now, making eye contact, daring them to break through the glass and take her. Her eyes almost passed by his face, so quickly did he look away. But when she went back to that spot, she found him staring hungrily at her, like a wolf eyeing a little lost lamb. Her pastor. The reverend of her church. Here in this den of sin. In one hand he grasped a small camera. The other he had thrust into his waistband. He was masturbating! Watching little Kelli debase herself for the sexual pleasure of men. And happily, greedily, partaking of that sin himself. She caught his eye and pounded at herself with a particularly hard thrust. He responded in kind, his hand crawling under the fabric like an obscene spider, and then he grinned so widely he actually drooled. Other men, likely less hypocritical, clamored for her attention, and so she let her gaze slip away. But not before fixing him with a stare that she hoped would communicate her disappointment in him. The orgasm, when it came, rocked her very being. It started as a volcanic pulsing deep in her cunt, erupting up through her chasm and resounding in every muscle and fiber of her body. Her scream was so loud and piercing that it momentarily silenced the mass of men, who then cheered her with a passion she rarely heard outside a sporting event. Only after she stopped writhing on the bed, and her breathing had quieted to a rapid panting, did the curtains begin to close. She barely heard Jack's instructions to get dressed and wait for him. She'd just fucked herself in front of her pastor, her husband, and a whole band of strangers! And she wanted more! To be graphically continued... 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 11 Day Eleven – Exhibitions Kelli lay face up and naked on the forest floor, wrists and ankles firmly staked to the ground. Skin smeared and dirty from the soil, the detritus of the woods adhered to various parts of her bare body, held in place with a thin sheen of cold sweat. Though blindfolded, her head strained upwards as she sought to identify the source of the sounds around her. The taut muscles in her neck and legs revealed her fear, though no sign of it escaped her lips. Her fear was justified. Around her stalked a pack of wolves, their cold eyes hungrily devouring her helpless form. One, larger than the rest, crept forward as silent as a shadow. The alpha male, it treated her as cautiously as it would any prey, knowing that sometimes the most helpless looking animal could suddenly become the most dangerous. But there'd be no such trouble from this one. The stakes were fixed firmly into the hard ground. The ropes left little room for movement. And her legs and arms were spread wide, affording no leverage to use to escape. As the male wolf approached, Kelli swiveled her head from side to side, feeling the fear mount but not knowing why. The wolf paused in the space between her legs and sniffed the air, catching a scent it knew and understood. Every fiber in her body trembled with fear. As the animal's muzzle leaned forward, it transformed into a man's head. And the paws that grasped her thighs were suddenly hairless. Even so, when the human tongue pierced her quivering pussy lips, she still let loose a terrified scream. . . Jack shot upright in bed, the nightmare leaving him with a thudding heart and a throbbing hard-on. He blinked his eyes against the after images, knowing full well where the impetus for that particular dream had come from. He looked over at his wife, her nude body curled up contentedly on the rumpled white sheets. He could just catch a peek of her nipple through the tangle of arms, and her vulnerability shot another spark to his already tingling groin. As he turned to pull her flat so he could impale her with his own alpha male member, he caught a glance of the clock. And did a quick double-take. Nine eighteen! He was late. Extremely late. His wife had failed to wake him with his morning blowjob, and now he'd have to endure an eruption of another kind when he got to work. One not nearly as enjoyable. Kelli would need to be punished for this. Severely punished. But he had neither the time to do it right, nor an idea of what should be done. Instead, he silently slipped out of bed, got ready for work, and took off without waking her. At the office, he found that two of the three voice mail messages were from her. She'd probably be apologizing for forgetting her duties. She probably didn't even know what time he left the house, or that he was late to work at all. Worse, she might even think that he was going easy on her after her performance last night. And that certainly wasn't the case. In truth, Jack was running out of ways to punish his wife. He'd certainly gone beyond what he'd imagined in the first days when he'd dreamed up this path to redemption. Fucking her in public was one thing. Having her masturbate in front of a room full of strangers was quite another. Only incessant trolling on the internet had led him to the sex showplace they'd visited last night. The activities he had planned for this night were net-inspired, too. But now he was stumped. The message-waiting lamp on the telephone continued to flash. He listened to the message, just to see how apologetic she would be. "Jack? Are you in yet? I, um, I'm sorry I didn't do the, you know, this morning. I wanted to. I was just so tired from last night, the wine and the, um, you know. You didn't have to let me sleep in. I wanted to wake you up properly. I would have. So, um, thanks for thinking of me. I love you." So she did think that he'd let her sleep in! Angry at himself, he punched the button to get the second message. "Jack? I know you're busy. But you didn't leave me a list of things to do today. Or, at least, I can't find it. Can you let me know where to find it? Bye!" At least she remembered enough about her circumstances to know that he'd have chores for her to do. He'd have to come up with a proper punishment tonight. Until then, he'd follow the plan for the day that he'd devised over the weekend. Fortunately, his boss hadn't noticed his late arrival, and he could still take a relatively long lunch. They'd need every minute of it. Jack climbed into the passenger seat of the family car and looked critically at his wife's clothes. In response to his orders, she'd worn a pair of tight, white shorts, and a bright yellow halter top that looked to be one size too small. It didn't take much inspection to see that she wasn't wearing a bra under the top. But only Jack knew that she wore no panties under the shorts. A pair of open-toed sandals completed the ensemble. He offered no comments as she pulled into traffic and headed for the mall, though his anger at the morning's events still smoldered. He felt as though hi s options for effective punishment were severely narrowed. He could force her to drive around town topless, but how embarrassing was that to a woman who had spread her legs in front of 40 leering men? He could pull her pants down and spank her soundly, but he suspected that she was beginning to really get off on the helplessness and the pain. Besides, he wanted to find something that was appropriate to the crime. That would take some more thinking. They got to the mall faster than he'd anticipated, so he had her park in a dark and secluded corner of the parking garage. "Pull up your top," he ordered after she'd shut off the car. She gave him a startled look but immediately complied. Without even glancing around he leaned over and sucked the nearest nipple into his mouth. Her tiny nugget felt hard against his tongue, and it grew more and more prominent as he massaged it between his teeth. Without any prompting she leaned into him, and he stuffed great gulps of her tit into his mouth. She began panting greedily as he lashed her nub with his tongue, and soon her entire bosom was covered in spit and sweat. As he urgently ravaged her tits, he just as frantically rubbed and probed the V beneath her shorts, letting the friction of the denim heat her cunt and clit. As she thrust her pelvis against his hand, he crammed his mouth over her breast, engulfing it, reveling in it, knowing that he owned every inch of it. Without removing his hand from between her legs, he came up for air and gave her a challenging order, "A word game. One minute. Ten answers. For every one you miss, ten bare hand swats on your naked butt. Ready? Ten words for a woman's breasts. Go!" She had a few ready from her research on the net. "Boobs. Tits. Um, jugs. And, um, melons. And, ahhhh, what's that restaurant? Hooters! And what else? Titties? And there's that other one. . . what does Dad's friend call it? I, I, I think it's . . ." "Time's up!" Jack said, squeezing her pussy for emphasis. "I think that gives you five. Not very good for a slut fuck, don't you think? Titties are just smaller tits. And in case you're wondering whether I know five more, here they are: knockers, headlights, torpedoes, knobs and your rack. Though given your pair, I think we should go with torpedoes, don't you? That's fifty swats on your bare butt before midnight. Hope you're not planning on doing too much sitting!" He gave both her boobs a friendly bat. "Now get dressed. We have to go shopping." Once inside they headed straight to a woman's dress shop that specialized in knock-off designer styles. While they could get what they wanted at a chain store, Jack had selected this one because there was a separate waiting room for husbands just outside the dressing rooms. Before they entered, Jack told his wife exactly what he wanted her to get, and then he went to the waiting room while she gathered up the clothes. Less than ten minutes later Kelli arrived with a salesgirl in tow. "I'd like to try these on, if you don't mind, and I'll get back to you," Kelli said to her, when it became apparent that the girl wanted a say in the purchase decision. The first dress Kelli modeled for him was far too complicated, especially given the parameters necessary for that night's adventures. In short order he gave the thumbs down to two more, before she finally donned one that intrigued him. A black minidress, it featured a plunging neckline with a minimum of frills. A single strap hooked around the neck, adding support but leaving her arms and shoulders bare. Best of all, it outlined her figure perfectly His second selection went in the opposite direction. A simple white top, it hung loosely on her body, The main attraction for Jack was that it unbuttoned completely down the front, from the neck to the hem. "We'll take these two," he said to Kelli, handing his credit card to her. "And ask them if you can wear the white one home." He waited by the door while Kelli completed the transaction, then led her back to the car. From the way she walked, he could tell that she was incredibly conscious of the fact that she had no underwear on. One wrong movement, and dozens of shoppers would see the shaved slit of her pussy. In the parking garage, he led her to the passenger side of the car. He'd parked in the very corner of the garage, so they had a concrete wall along both the passenger side and the front of the car. Pulling the fabric up so that her ass was bare, he guided her into the corner and bent her over so that she needed to put her hands on the wall to support herself. Anyone who came along could see what was happening, but wouldn't be able to see her face. "Here's the first ten of your fifty, slut!" he whispered harshly at her. He let the anger from that morning build up, then let his arm swing forward onto her bare ass, the sound of the smack echoing through the garage. From the way her legs tensed, he could tell that he'd stung her. And after two more smacks her butt had already begun turning a nice shade of pink, noticeable even in the poor lighting in the corner. He paused a moment to fondle each taut globe, running his fingers along the heated skin. It was hard to believe that just two weeks ago that she'd only let him touch her ass when they were making love. And now he had her bent over half-naked in a public place, freely feeling her ass and fingering her pussy. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three reports echoed in quick succession through the garage as he aimed his attention on the sensitive fold where her legs met her ass. Kelli jumped at each one, a sob fighting its way through her clenched teeth. Jack paused again, the hair on the back of his neck rising. He turned slowly, finding himself to be the object of attention of a small, balding man, sporting a big, leering grin. "She spent too much shopping," Jack said blithely, turning back to his wife's naked ass. Smack! The sound cracked like a pistol retort. Smack! He asked her how many that had been, then dropped two more on her to finish out the count of ten. Smack! Smack! Jack turned back to look at his audience of one, who had stepped closer to get a better look. Stepping aside, Jack slowly caressed his wife's glowing rear, then suddenly pulled her pussy lips apart so the man could get a good look at his wife's tight, wet cunt. As he saw the man's eyes light up, Jack felt a light go on inside his head. He knew how to punish her for missing his blowjob that morning. And it would be fun for everyone . . . except her, of course. The anticipation of the evening's events had kept Jack semi-hard all afternoon, and by the time Kelli arrived to collect him, his undershorts were fairly wet with spots of pre-cum. He thought it would be more exciting to go to a nearby city to have their fun. Besides, if they ran into any of the men who'd attended the previous night's show, he didn't want them to think that his wife was some sort of whore for hire. She was his whore, and his alone. Thirty minutes later they pulled up at a convenience store. Jack cast a critical eye over his wife. Following his orders, she'd made herself up for a night on the town, with lipstick, makeup, perfume and everything. She wore her long hair up on her head, and had a thin gold chain around her neck. The black minidress revealed a nice amount of cleavage. And when he flipped the short hem up, he saw that her slit was well trimmed and ready for action. She wore no stockings, but her high heels helped to accentuate her slim, long legs. Despite the fact that she now sat in a public parking lot with her pussy in full view, she appeared to be totally unconcerned. That would change soon enough. "Tonight I'm going to have you do some things you'd never dream of doing. And unlike last night, when you had the wine to help loosen your inhibitions, you're going to have to do this all on your own. But no matter how scared you are, you will do it. Because I'm telling you to. In fact, I'm going to be taking pictures of you doing it. So you better learn to enjoy it, and quick. Basically, I'm going to be sharing your beauty with the rest of the world. You're going to be a flasher, an exhibitionist. You're going to give the rest of the world a look at all the private bits that you so easily showed to your favorite church fuck. You'll do it all without argument or complaint, because I say so, and because those 40 spanks I still owe you could easily double to 80, or more. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir," she answered thinly. From the whiteness of her fingers as she gripped the steering wheel, Jack could see that his wife did indeed have problems with this idea. But he wouldn't get any trouble from her. But this next part . . . "Oh. And just so you know. I didn't let you sleep in this morning. You overslept. You forgot to be my little oral alarm clock. So I was late to work. And since I'm going to have to pay for that, so are you. So tonight, in between your many appearances before your adoring public, you're going to show me that you still know how to suck. You'll do me whenever I say, in public or not. Now, is that understood?" This time she could only nod her head, the shocked look of disbelief warring with her belief that he really wouldn't do that. Would he? "Your first assignment is here," he said, returning his attention to the convenience store. "You'll go to the chip aisle. When you get there, bend over and get some chips from the bottom shelf, making sure that your dress hikes up high enough so everyone can see your pussy. When we're done with that, go to the soda cooler and do the same thing. When you get to the counter, take this $10 bill out of your purse and let it accidentally fall to the floor. When you bend over to pick it up, make sure the guy behind the counter gets a good look at your tits." He reached over and undid the neck strap on her dress. "There. That'll make sure the top isn't too confining." "Are you, um, you're coming with me?" she asked, the fear noticeable in her voice. "I'll be right behind you, taking pictures all the way." Jack watched as she automatically adjusted the hem of her dress before going into the store, then caught herself and grinned sheepishly at him. Inside the store Kelli nervously moved through the aisles. Jack was just about to admonish her when he noticed two twelve-year-old girls walk up to the counter. No, it wouldn't be good to be flashing in front of a couple of minors. When they finally left the store, he had to hurry to the chip aisle, arriving just in time to grab a picture of his wife mooning the freezer case, the thin slit of her cunt perfectly visible in the garish fluorescent light. He followed her to the front counter, catching a priceless photo of the shocked clerk getting a great view of his wife's full tits literally spilling out of her tight dress. Speaking of minors, the clerk appeared to be barely old enough to in college. But from his wolfish grin, he was certainly old enough to appreciate a nice set of tits. From there Jack headed over to a nearby mall, taking care to park near the enclosure that surrounded the garbage dumpsters. Without caring who might see, he ordered her to take off the black dress and don the long white shirt. Thigh-high stockings and white heels completed her outfit. As she leaned over to get out of the car, he pulled her back and kissed her forcefully, his tongue lashing the inside of her mouth. With no regard for her comfort, he pressed his fingers inside her cunt, not at all surprised to find her dripping wet. "It looks as if you like this more than you're letting on. That's OK. Just remember who's in charge!" As he said it, he pushed his thumb into her ass, smiling as she gasped and squirmed at the intrusion. The mall proved to be mostly empty, which made it easier to flash without getting caught, but also seemed to drain some of the fun from it, at least to Jack's way of thinking. After having his wife expose her tits in various stores and restaurants, he decided to try for bigger game. At an exclusive woman's shoe store, he struggled hard to keep from laughing as the salesman fitted his wife with new heels, the man's eyes drawn again and again to her bare pussy. At the sporting goods store, she tested out some new putters, her actions drawing some especially appreciative attention as she bent to collect the golf balls. And at a jewelry store, she had several salesmen vying for her business as she repeatedly bent way over the cases, her nipples almost leaving marks on the glass. Excited by the attention but still restless, he dragged her into one of the supply hallways behind the shops. With concrete walls and floor, no ceiling, and none of the aesthetic touches of the outside mall, the slightest sound echoed and carried forever. "Hands on the wall and spread 'em," he ordered, pushing the garment up to expose her ass. Whack! The sound of his hand on her ass sped through the corridor. Whack! Whack! Whack! He paused to look at his wife and found her face was pinker than her ass. She was blushing! "If you think that's embarrassing, try this," he said, pushing the garment up past her tits, so that it was bunched between her breasts and armpits. Whack! Whack! Finally a nearby door opened and a teen of no more than twenty exited. His look of confusion split into a huge grin as he began to comprehend the scene before him. A busty blond, spread eagle against a wall, her ass and tits exposed, and a man slowly but enthusiastically spanking her. Jack waved him over, and as the teen approached, reached down and spread his wife's pussy lips apart. "My wife needs to learn a lesson. Wanna help?" Without waiting for an answer, Jack gave Kelli a final slap and stepped aside, gesturing for the teen to take his place. "You can give her about ten. If it'll help you get in the groove, feel free to give her nips a quick twist. It seems she likes the feel of another man's hands on her body." As if afraid Jack might change his mind, the teen reached up and began playing with Kelli's hanging tits, pushing and pulling at them so much that they quivered ceaselessly. Then, after softly caressing the globes of her ass, he let his hand fall half-heartedly on her skin with a sound that could barely be heard. "No, no," Jack jumped in. "She really needs to feel it. Don't be afraid to really let fly. Plus, if you do a good job, I'll let you have something special from her." Emboldened by the promise, the teen really let fly. Whack! Whack! Whack! Jack watched as the big, meaty hand worked his wife's ass to a glowing red. He knew from experience that the guy's hand had to be stinging by now. As the youth finally stood aside, Jack moved around to look Kelli in the face. Small rivulets of tears stained her cheeks; whether from embarrassment or pain he couldn't tell. She glared at him, but was too well trained to voice her protest. Oh, well, some experiences were bound to be worse than others. Staring straight into her eyes, he said vengefully, "I think my wife got the point. Now for your reward. You can either eat her nice ripe pussy in the position she's in. Or . . . she can turn around and you can suck her tits for a while." Kelli's eyes grew wide for a moment, and then her face took on a blank quality as she accepted his orders. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 11 "Jugs. I like jugs!" the teen exclaimed, his hands already on her hips to turn her. With an urgent leer he was upon her, his mouth excitedly seeking and capturing her erect nipples. At first both his hands squeezed her flesh with abandon, but soon his right hand had drifted down to her hips, and then to pinch and rub her rump. "Go ahead and play with her pussy," Jack instructed. "It's the only action this slut's gonna see there tonight." Suddenly remembering the camera, Jack took a few shots as the youth ravaged his wife's breasts, leaving her wet with spit. He had two fingers poked deep inside her cunt, and used the rest of his hand to savagely explore her most intimate region. Through it all Kelli kept her eyes clenched shut. Finally Jack put an end to it, touching the guy on the shoulder as a signal to let up. Grinning madly, the teen stepped back, his hand reluctantly leaving her steamy slit. "Have a nice day," Jack said to him nonchalantly, taking his wife by the arm as he pulled her shirt back down. "Don't forget to wash your hands!" he called back as he led her away. Back in the car, Jack tried to look calm and controlled while his wife virtually cowered against the opposite door. He could almost see her putting two and two together and getting five. First he exposed her to all those strange men. Then he allowed a teenager to grope her. The next step would be to have another man fuck her! He could see that fear in her eyes. But nothing was further from the truth. He didn't want to share her body with anyone. He wanted to have her all to himself. That's why her affair had hurt so much. Still, it didn't hurt too much that she had a very healthy fear of being given away to another man. So much of what he was trying relied on psychological manipulation. And her fear gave him a healthy head start. Which is why, instead of heading home, he decided to return to the store they'd visited earlier. There was no reason to let all her steamy apprehensions go to waste, was there? "Do you remember us?" Jack asked the clerk after the store had cleared of customers. "I sure do!" the guy said, staring with open appreciation at Kelli's cleavage. "Well, my wife has this fantasy," Jack began, smiling as the man sidled forward in anticipation, "and if you want to make a quick fifty bucks, and don't mind getting turned on along the way, we could use your help." He watched as the man once again gave his wife the eye, and as Kelli gave him an open look of horror. "Sure, what do I have to do?" he replied with a bit of suspicion, as though wondering if this could cost him his job. "Just let us into that cooler and make sure no one walks in on us. And if you need to stock the shelves from the outside, well, we're not going to stop you." Fifty bucks later, Jack and Kelli were moving milk crates in the cooler, trying to create enough space to maneuver in. Jack took an uncomfortable seat on a stack of beer before pulling his quickly shrinking dick out of his pants. "Strip, bitch," he ordered his wife, waiting until her minidress was laying on the floor. Her nipples were already as hard as ice, and she shivered violently as the freezing air blasted at her from several powerful fans. "We're gonna stay here until you suck me off," he instructed, "and you're not to stop even if someone gets something from the cooler. Unless it's a kid," he added, "in which case you'll just have to make yourself inconspicuous. So you better hope everyone around here is a good parent, and they're not letting their kids out at one in the morning. Now, my cock's getting cold. So you better bend over and start sucking." He almost melted into the stacks of beer when her mouth first surrounded his limp dick. The warmth of her mouth against the cold of his dick sent tremors to all parts of his body. Her nipples were rigid nubs against a field of goose bumps, and she immediately began rubbing her body against his in an instinctive bid to warm herself. He heard a door open, and looked over to see the clerk staring at them between the rows of 2-liter soda bottles. "Hey buddy!" he called out, an evil idea forming in his mind. "Would you bring me a Bomb Pop when you get a chance? Just bring it right on in here. I need your help with something." Just then a group of kids from the local college walked in to replenish their party supplies. Jack felt a momentary rush of adrenaline as two girls grabbed soda from the cooler shelf, but neither noticed the nude woman sucking inside. Moments later, one of the guys opened a door farther down and called to the clerk asking for some cold Bud, but then retracted his demand, as he'd found it. Jack looked down past the mouth encircling his cock. He was seated on a stack of cold Budweiser. A couple minutes later the big door of the cooler opened with a whoosh, and the clerk gingerly stepped inside, a red, white and blue wrapped Bomb Pop in his hand. "Could you unwrap it for me?" Jack asked as the clerk stood gawking at the scene before him. "Now lick it. Get it good and wet, from top to bottom. I hate the taste of those things." Though clearly puzzled, the clerk did it, his gaze alternating between the cock disappearing into Kelli's mouth, and her nice tits dangling as she bent over. "My wife was bad today and needs to have a spanking," Jack explained. "I need your help to heat up her butt, and then cool it down. It might help if you could lock the front door for a few minutes ..." He needn't have wondered whether the clerk would go for the idea. The front door was locked and the clerk was back in just seconds. At a nod from Jack, the clerk quickly raised his arm and brought his hand down with a solid thwack. The sudden pain elicited a frightened squeak from Kelli, and Jack took a moment to warn her about what would happen if she inadvertently bit his dick. After that the only sounds in the cooler were the slurping of her mouth around his cock, the smacks of a palm hitting ass, the heavy breathing of a man performing physical labor, and the occasional murmur appreciating another's pain or his own pleasure. When the clerk finished up the twentieth swat, Jack held up a hand to stop him. "Now that we've heated up her ass, I think we should help her cool it down some. Lick that Bomb Pop from top to bottom, and then stick it in her pussy. It's not good for a woman to get overheated like that." After much more eagerly wetting the frozen treat, the clerk bent and carefully positioned it between Kelli's protruding pussy lips. After checking the destination with his finger, the man carefully slid the thick popsicle into place. "Ooooohh. Ooooohhhhhhh. Oooooooohhhhhhh!" Kelli nearly screamed, as the frozen dildo speared into her hot cunt box. Moaning and writhing, she struggled to remain standing as the man pumped it in and out of her pussy, the melting ice creating rivulets of multi-colored sugar water down her thighs. As Kelli doubled and then redoubled her efforts to make him cum, Jack had only a moment to reflect upon the use of proper motivation in eliciting an enthusiastic response. Then he was spurting a stream of hot cum all over his wife's nude, shivering body, while a stranger fucked her from behind with a frozen treat on a stick. To be vengefully continued... 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 12 Day Twelve – Feminism Flick. Flick. Rub. Rub. Flick. Rub. Twist. It didn't really strike Kelli as being odd that she was laying on the bed, stark naked, slowly and absent-mindedly masturbating. The open display of her sexuality had become second nature to her. Besides, she had much more important concerns swirling in her mind. Such as the events of the previous night. At first she'd been mortified, no, horrified, to be forced to expose her body in so many public places. To be touched, groped and spanked by so many strangers. To be used sexually for someone else's viewing pleasure. She had tried to go to that place where her mind was on automatic; where she could sit outside herself as her body fulfilled Jack's wishes. But she hadn't been able to get there. Something had been in the way. Danger. Excitement. Thrill. She had enjoyed being an exhibitionist! Enjoyed it immensely. Even now the memory of catching Jack's cum spray while the clerk watched was causing her to speed up her sexual manipulations. And being spanked by a stranger? Touched? Groped? Not her favorite part, but acceptable as part of the experience. She realized that Jack wouldn't be letting up on the activities, as she'd once hoped. He was determined to make his every fantasy a reality before his fourteen days of control ended. The next few nights would be rough. But she'd found more clues that Jack was beginning to forgive her. After they'd returned home last night and climbed into bed, he'd given her a warm goodnight kiss and said, "Loves and kisses," a phrase he hadn't used since they'd been honeymooners. And she'd slept the entire night curled up against his body, the warmth and strength of him as comforting as a favorite pillow. Even that morning he'd been a little extra considerate. After she'd awakened him with a long and languid blow job – she made sure not to miss that – he had skipped her morning spanking and they'd spent the extra time together in the shower. Had she imagined it, or were his touches more like caresses than gropes? One fear still niggled at the edge of her mind, though. If she examined Jack's most recent demands of her, it seemed as though he might be leading up to something. And that something made her feel most uncomfortable. First there'd been the kinky sex show he'd forced her to perform for dozens of men at that sex club. They could look but not touch. Then he'd forced her to perform in front of several men last night, who were allowed to touch. What was next? Would he, indeed, force her to spread her legs for another man? Could he possibly stand and watch another man's hard, throbbing member slip past the gates of her pussy lips and deep into her steamy hole? And could she? Kelli had just finished cleaning the house when the telephone rang. She jotted down a note as Jack gave her instructions for the evening. After hanging up, she looked at the list in despair. It certainly appeared that he was preparing her . . . to be a gift to another man! The first instruction was to take a bath using perfumed bath salts. She selected lavender, as it made her feel softer and more feminine. After a long soak in the hot water, she perched on the side of the tub to shave her legs, armpits and pussy. The latter took some extra time. After having been tortured by Jack plucking her pubic hair out one strand at a time, she always made sure that she removed every single one. To all the freshly shaven skin she applied a lavender-scented baby oil. She also applied it to a thick, black dong, which she placed prong-up on the floor. Straddling the tip and holding the counter for support, she let herself down onto the oil-covered shaft, the tip spearing her anus. Lowering herself slowly, she could feel her sphincter gradually relax, allowing more and more of the ridged rubber into her ass. She pressed down until she could feel the fake balls pressing against her ass cheeks, which placed over seven inches of plastic cock in her most inaccessible hole. So not only would she be spreading her legs for some strange guy, but Jack would also be letting him ass fuck her! Would it be exciting or simply degrading? After spending several minutes working the dong in and out of her anus, she removed it and cleaned off her ass. She knew that it would take several hours for her hole to tighten again. And Jack would be home well before then. In fact, Jack had taken a picture of her bent over after removing a dong much like the one she'd just ridden. In it, the hole stretched by the dong had remained open, and you could see well into the darkness inside. It was one of the more disgusting photos of her that he persisted in keeping on his computer. Her next task was to dress for Jack's arrival in some of the lingerie they'd purchased over the last twelve days. He'd selected a basic bra and garter set designed to compliment her hair and figure. The white bra was semi-transparent, with no inserts or lace to impede the view of her dark nipples. It tied in the back, and she made the knot into a simple bow, so that a single tug on one string would allow the whole thing to fall off her body. The matching bikini panties clung tightly to her slit, the contours of which were clearly visible between her legs. She wore the panties over the garters, of course, so they could easily be removed without unclasping the garter straps or removing her white stocking. Four-inch stiletto heels completed the ensemble, though she set those aside to don once Jack pulled into the driveway. After straightening and primping every inch of her slut gear, she pulled out the ever-burgeoning box of sex toys and devices. Jack had given her a long list to assemble, and she went over her cache and list several times to assure that she had them all. These she took down to the living room, where the shades were already drawn and the lighting dimmed. Finally, with just forty-five minutes before Jack arrived, she sat down in front of the TV and turned on the porno DVDs he'd left for her. After all she'd been through, these didn't seem nearly as scandalous as she'd once believed. She didn't quite buy into Jack's explanation that the women were using their God-given talents the best way they could. On the other hand, they weren't quite the threat to home and family that she'd been raised to believe. The women in the films weren't real, in the sense that they could hop off the screen and begin screwing her husband. As long as it was strictly a hands-off affair, she didn't have that much of a problem with how these women chose to make a living. And once Jack had explained the special effects they used in the films, the fake cum, the doubles, and the primpers used to keep the men hard, it wasn't nearly as much pressure as it had first seemed. Though she was quite worried as to what Jack had planned for the evening, Kelli forced herself to concentrate on the action on-screen. A businessman had decided to earn a promotion for himself by giving his wife to the boss for a night of sexual pleasure. Was Jack trying to send her a message? She watched as the woman dropped to her knees in front of the boss, pulled his dick from his pants, and gave him an enthusiastic blow job while her husband hovered nearby, watching and playing with his own dick. Unlike most porn stars, the woman was a fair actress, and Kelli could see how her trepidation slowly transformed into pure animal lust. As the scene continued into an all-out fuckfest, she could feel herself beginning to get moist, while her breasts started to tingle with need. Just when she thought she might need to bring herself off, the man pulled out and sprayed his employee's wife with his thick, hot seed. Then, suddenly, she was faced with one of the many lesbian scenes that seemed to inhabit most porn movies. She watched as the two busty women frantically stripped, paused for a speedy kiss, and quickly moved into position for some mutual licking. While Kelli had never really imagined herself in such a scene, and didn't find it particularly arousing, she could see why Jack and most other men found them so appealing. Two sets of everything. Lots of graphic close-ups. Moaning. Sucking. Sweating. Arousal. Lust. Climax. And she felt at least as attractive as the two women on the screen. Flick. Flick. Rub. Flick. Rub. Push. Flick. She'd pushed aside the thin fabric between her legs without even realizing it. It'd be a while before Jack finally got home . . . Kelli's heart was beating full-throttle as she pushed her way into Room 112 of the Bel-Aire Motel. Fortunately, the room appeared empty, unless someone was hiding in the adjacent bathroom. She'd been sure, almost positive, that Jack was leading her to a rendezvous with another man. But, so far, it was still all in her mind. She dropped the bag of sex toys on the room's single chair, then quickly shed her dress, leaving her clad only in lingerie. As she adjusted her bra and panties, Jack entered the room, dragging along his tripod and video camera. Evidently he planned on filming whatever they were going to do. At his instructions, she carefully set out the sex toys on the top of the dresser as he positioned the camera in the corner of the room. She'd just finished pulling out the last toy, a strap-on, when she felt his hands reach into her bra from behind. Capturing her nipples between his fingers, he pulled her back against him, until his lips touched her neck. With a soft animal growl, he brutally sucked, nibbled and kissed the soft, vulnerable flesh. Turning her in his arms, he trailed kisses right up to her mouth, where he crushed his lips against hers. His tongue ravaged her mouth, running roughly along her teeth, fencing with her tongue, seeking to suck out her very soul. Surprised by his passion, she responded in kind, her actions mirroring his. She thrust her body against his with abandon, needing to wrap him in her legs, to massage him with her tits, to give all of herself to him. Entwined and entranced, they fell back upon the bed, the well-used mattress sinking beneath them. Kelli fought to get her hands inside Jack's pants, but quickly desisted when he grabbed her arm. Even in their lust-filled state, he was setting the rules. With a sharp, painful tug, he literally ripped the bra from her body. The fabric of her panties parted with a raw tearing sound; he threw the ruined cloth to the floor. Though her breasts were bare and her pussy open, his hands stayed tangled in her hair. Lips locked, they writhed upon the bed like a couple of teenagers. She wanted him so bad. And from the feel of the hard lump in his pants, he wanted her too. Bam! Bam! The sound of a fist against the door brought a sudden fearful memory to Kelli, of her father catching the two of them making out on her bed at home. Never unclothed like this. But kissing, nonetheless. Bam! Bam! The sound brought her back to the present, where Jack was releasing her, his eyes filled with lust, his hair a mess, his breathing uneven. "Get the door," he groaned at her, shaking his finger when she picked up the dress to cover up. Get the door like this? She couldn't do that and still cover up her breasts and her sex! Unless . . . unless whoever was at the door was meant to see her like this. Her lust rapidly turning to fear, she placed her hand upon the knob . . . and opened it. Surprise, shock and amazement hit her in rapid succession. It wasn't the big, burly biker she'd imagined all day. It was a woman. A sexy, busty, green-eyed blonde woman dressed in a tight, black spandex minidress, with black hose and mile-high heels. Kelli knew this woman. But from where? As the woman slipped into the room, the memory of another night hit Kelli like a ton of bricks. The strip club! This woman had given her a lap dance. She felt her face turn beet red as the full memory replayed in her mind. The woman's body sliding up and down hers. The full breasts. The erect nipples. The dampness between her legs. And a more immediate memory . . . that night's porn movie. That had been a message. One of lesbian love. "Hey again, honey," the woman called sweetly to her as Kelli fastidiously locked up. She needed to keep everyone out, especially any memory of her father's hand upon the door. "Kelli, you remember Candy," Jack said, getting off the bed to stand next to the woman. "Candy, this is my wife Kelli. She's going to be your play thing for the next couple of hours. With a little help from me, of course." Kelli stiffened as Candy came over and inspected her. "My play thing, huh? I've been someone else's play thing, but I've never had one of my own. This could be lots of fun!" Kelli fought the urge to run as the woman's fingers trailed over her bare ass. "I remember you from the club," Candy continued throatily. "We kissed. And your nipples were hard under your blouse. Sooooo hard." "Kelli's just learning, so take it slow," Jack warned, stepping closer. "She may need some special help." "Ohhhh, I think she'll get all the help she needs. And I don't think she needs that much. She's already hot, aren't you baby?" Kelli didn't know what she was feeling. Dread? Icky? Curious? Excited? Interested? It was all mixed up inside her, leaving her with an overall feeling of unease. Certainly not the pure revulsion she would've felt just two weeks ago. Two women together? That was sinful, with a capital S. It was just, well, that little kiss at the club last week had been tugging at her brain. Had she been excited by the overall sexuality of the place? Or had there been something else in their brief but intimate encounter? She shot a quick look at her husband, but from the way his eyes were smoldering, she could tell he'd be no help at all. His instructions to go slow had been all bluster; he wanted them to jump to it right away. As the woman moved towards her, she instinctively edged away. Suddenly, though, her legs caught the edge of the bed and she fell backwards onto it. There was no place left to flee. Candy hopped on the bed next to her, and for a fleeting moment Kelli was sure that the woman was going to grope her open pussy. She was totally unprepared when she found the woman's soft lips upon her own, and the tip of a tongue tentatively probing her mouth. "My goodness, you're shaking like a leaf," Candy commented, looking down at her. "There's no need to worry, hun. All that talk of being my play thing is gonna come later. We're gonna put on a show for your old man and his camera, you and me. Right now, though, is about us. And who knows better how to pleasure a woman than another woman. Right?" She didn't have a chance to reply as the woman lowered her mouth onto her breast and took the nipple between her teeth. It was different from the way Jack sucked on her! Different from him even in his most tender moments. Candy massaged the hard pellet up and down the sides, until sharp sparks of pleasure made her twitch and moan on the mattress. She could feel herself break out in a hot sweat, with the spot between her legs turning into a cauldron of volcanic liquids. Her brain started to buzz loudly, and she couldn't tell whether she was moaning out loud, or if it was just in her head. Of their own volition, her arms clasped themselves around Candy's body, wishing that the woman had shed her clothes and that she could touch the smooth skin beneath. Perhaps misinterpreting the touch, Candy transferred her attention to Kelli's other breast, this time giving all her attention to the very tip of the nipple, at times seemingly stimulating a single nerve at a time. Kelli let herself drop into a whirlpool of pleasure, all questions and doubts of male, female, sub, dom, guilt, innocence, Jack and Candy swept away by the ecstatic sensations pulsing through her body. She was a live wire, and anyplace that Candy touched, on purpose or accidentally, became an electric point of contact. Her breath caught when Candy's lips finally left her breasts. She knew what would come next, what must come next, and her body vibrated with anticipation. In Candy's place, Jack would've tortured her, made her wait, made her beg. In just a few short minutes, Candy had earned her trust. Candy wouldn't do that. Candy knew what a woman wanted. Even expecting it, the touch of a tongue to her pussy jolted Kelli like a long, sustained flash of lightning. Pure pleasure arced from her cunt to her nipples to her hands down her legs and back to her cunt. She looked down in amazement, her body so attuned to every sensation that she could actually feel every strand of Candy's hair as it slid softly along her thighs. The tongue sought the hole under her pussy lips, suddenly and aggressively filling it, just like Jack's cock had done too many times to count. But this invader was more flexible, and it writhed inside her hole as though seeking the source of her nectar, like a snake entering a cave in search of its next meal. She screamed and groaned and arched her back, thrusting her pussy up so that the tongue speared into her ever deeper. And even having lost control to that degree, knowing that more intense pleasure was on its way. Kelli could physically feel the change in demeanor in Candy's body. Tenderness gave way to aggressiveness as the tongue suddenly withdrew from her inner hole and landed firmly in the slit leading up to her clit. And finally Candy's mouth was upon it, enticing the tiny pebble of flesh from its hooded lair with her dancing tongue. Kelli screamed again, on the precipice, wanting more than anything to push her fingers inside and finish the job, but blindly understanding that to wait for the tongue to finish her would be better. Much better. Looking down, she saw that Candy had buried her face between her legs, only the tip of her nose and her clenched eyelids visible above the red, sweat-soaked skin. She glanced over to see Jack grinning madly, then had to close her eyes as another wave of tension threatened to push her over the edge. She grabbed handfuls of the bedspread and spread her legs as wide as possible, giving the woman extreme access to her quivering clit. She could feel Candy's teeth rake the exposed nub, with her tongue trailing along to wet and soothe the throbbing flesh. It all came together in a split second of ecstatic, orgasmic pleasure, the sudden release of tension pouring forth like a torrent of water from a breached dam. She wailed as though branded, the searing heat gushing along her synapses between her legs to every muscle in her being. Candy continued gnashing at her, just long enough to pull the last rivulets of pleasure out, but not long enough to allow the tension to begin pooling again. It was a distinction very few men could achieve. Kelli released the bedding and lay panting like a dog after a long and joyful run. She knew she'd have to respond in kind, but right now the thought was a distant fear, not worthy of notice. She let herself sink into the bliss, her limbs and brain and emotions as pliant as though in the grip of inebriation. All too soon it had to end, as Candy crawled back up the bed and perched next to her. "Help me with this, hun," Candy said, turning so that Kelli could unzip her dress. As a stripper, Candy could probably shed her clothes in two seconds flat. So it was obvious that she was playing to Jack and the camera. With a sharp tug, the dress came over her head. Kelli was not at all shocked to see that Candy wasn't wearing a bra, and had only the barest slip of cloth between her legs. "Now help me take this off," Candy said, handling the g-string. "With your teeth," she added with a devilish smile. So they were going there right off the bat. Kelli had thought she'd be able to start with a kiss, some sucking, before having to go down there. Something to help her get used to the idea. Except for the trip to the strip club, this was the closest she'd ever been to another naked woman. Even in school she'd blushed when dressing in the locker room, and had turned away to avoid looking at another woman's breasts or nethers. Now she had one right next to her. The woman's sexuality seemed to ooze from her very pores, and Kelli could almost taste the expectancy in the air. After the heights this woman had just taken her, she couldn't refuse to do the same. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 12 That rationalization didn't make it any easier to kneel down and bring her lips to the tie on the side of the g-string. So when Candy grabbed her hair and pulled her head down, she was more grateful than upset. Even next to her hip she could detect the woman's heady scent. It smelled heavy and exotic, not as unpleasant as she had imagined. With the tie between her teeth she tugged upward until the knot loosened. Then, leaving the strands to fall against the woman's smooth, tanned skin, she forced her face to the left until she was staring down at Candy's neatly trimmed pubic patch. Carefully using her tongue to lift the strand of cloth upwards, she caught it in her teeth and pulled, tenaciously keeping at it until the entire piece slid out from between Candy's legs. With a grin of triumph she knelt up, the panties dangling from her mouth, looking like a dog that had just dug up a particularly interesting find. "Nice touch," Candy grunted, spreading her legs so that her pussy was fully visible. "Now let's see how you do with something really hot in front of your mouth!" Kelli took a deep breath in the hopes of summoning up some courage, but to no avail. Candy, though, didn't appear as though she was going to help like last time. Which left it to Jack, who ordered harshly, "Eat her out, you slut! Eat her out!" Shamed by his harsh language and her own fear, Kelli took another breath, held it, and leaned down until her mouth touched Candy's rough-edge pussy lips. Tentatively prying the flesh apart with her fingers, she tried to remember exactly what Candy had done to her. How do you please a woman? What had she like so much? All right, she told herself. No more stalling. Leaning forward, she brought the flat of her tongue into contact with Candy's pussy lips. To her surprise, the woman moaned and shifted beneath her. Experimenting a little more, she pressed the tip of her tongue into the long slit, pleased with Candy's verbal response. "Get undressed before you go any further," Jack barked at her, breaking her concentration. She hurried to take her shoes off, and pull the stockings down her legs. Finally nude, she crawled back into the space between the woman's legs, bending to continue her exploration. But the tender mood had been broken. As she bent over, Candy reached up and grabbed both sides of Kelli's head, pulling her straight down until her face was mashed in the woman's moist pussy. "Eat it! Now!" she said harshly, grinding her vagina against Kelli's open mouth. With no choice but to follow orders, Kelli began to vigorously lap at the hole before her, using long strokes that cleaved deep between the steaming flesh. Soon she was the one holding on as she tried to keep her tongue in place as Candy bucked up and down on the bed. Unlike her own orgasm, which seemed to build forever, Candy's exploded in a sudden, mad rush, her labored cries sounding much like a woman in pain. When it was over, Kelli knew that her face was liberally smeared with the woman's juices, marking her forever as an accomplished lesbian. "Great! That was awesome!" crowed Jack, stepping out from behind the camera. It was clear that he was immensely turned on, given the tent poking out from his pants and his heavy breathing. "What else can we do?" The next few hours quickly blurred into a sex-toy extravaganza, as Jack attempted to re-create every lesbian photograph or movie he'd ever seen. In short order Kelli found herself on the giving and receiving end of a dozen dildos, from short, thin probes to massively giant cunt-stuffers. She came again as Candy expertly used a vibrator on her exposed clit, and brought Candy off with another pussy licking. She sucked on Candy's hefty tits, and winced in pain as Candy placed clamps and clothespins on Kelli's already sensitized nipples. The evening finally ended with a demanding and degrading menage a trois, wherein she sucked her husband's cock while Candy mercilessly fucked her from behind with a long, thick strap-on dick. At the end, Kelli didn't know what worried her the most. Was it the fact that as they left, Candy and Jack had agreed to do it all again? Or was it the fact that the strap-on fucking administered by Candy had caused her to orgasm so heavily, her legs and arms were still twitching 10 minutes afterwards? And when, oh when, would she finally be redeemed in Jack's eyes? To be sordidly continued... 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 13 To the reader: Some readers have been shocked by the extreme nature of this story. So here's fair warning: If you are the type who is turned off by fiction dealing with domination, submission, cruelty or the general exploration of sexual practices beyond society's norms, please don't read this story. All others, please enjoy. Day Thirteen – Reparations The home looked like any other found in the miles of suburbia. A regular observer on the street might have noticed that the shades and curtains had been drawn more often than in previous weeks. That strange flashes could be seen illuminating the windows in the dead of night. But other than that, the house appeared perfectly normal. Even the inside would offer no hint of the unusual. Perhaps the upstairs master closet might appear a bit empty, devoid of the many dresses and other clothes that signified an upscale woman's abode. The ground floor, though obscenely pristine, would yield no abnormalities. Save the screen saver on the office computer, which flashed new pictures every 15 seconds of couples performing lewd and lascivious sex acts. Head into the basement, though, and you'd immediately sense a difference, a strange turn from the mind-numbing sameness of modern life. Your gaze might be caught by the strange web of ropes, hooks and pulleys attached to wood studs forming the wall on your right. You might be drawn to the long line of arcane and ominous artifacts laid in precise rows upon a table, each vaguely recognizable as a twisted version of a familiar sexual device. Much more likely your eyes would alight upon the wooden contraption in the center of the room. Made of angled planes of black-painted wood, it's purpose wouldn't be immediately discernible, but it would nevertheless appear foreboding. The work of 13 evenings, it would best be described as a mish-mash of seating options, some reclined, some upright, some swiveled, some reversed. Next to it you'd find a plywood board, covered by 25 evenly spaced cup hooks. On each hook hangs a single square of plywood, each evidently covering something on the base board. Finally, nearby you'd see a simple red tool chest, filled with a wide selection of paraphernalia from candles to whips. Not your usual mechanic's tools. Just 30 hours left, Jack thought as he strode from his car into the kitchen entrance. Thirty hours left in the too long, yet too short, 14 days to redemption. Redemption. He liked the taste of the word. It helped him justify everything he'd put his wife through the last 13 days. The perversions. The embarrassment. The degradation. Redemption took action on her part, while forgiveness would've been just up to him. Truth was, though, that she'd redeemed herself several days ago. She'd put up with everything he'd forced her to do, with barely a hint of protest. She'd let herself be used as a sexual plaything in such a wide variety of perversions that they were all beginning to blur together. She'd redeemed herself by complying with his every order, yet never once looked as though she might judge him for his thoughts or actions. For someone with her religious upbringing, that was a major change. He stopped in the doorway and watched his wife bustle about the kitchen. She wore nothing but an apron around her waist and black high heels. As she bent over to get a pot from the drawer, he took a moment to admire her soft, proud ass, with its long cleft leading down to a pair of pussy lips that he could now intricately describe in his sleep. Despite the fact that he'd spanked her ass to a nice pink nearly every day, right now it was a pale shade of white. He should've made her do some nude sunbathing to even out her color. By all that was fair and sporting, he knew he should call a halt to their deal and declare all accounts settled. She'd done everything he'd asked of her. And he, in turn, had already forgiven her in his heart. Everyone had weaknesses. She had discovered that hers was a weakness of the flesh. He had discovered his in graphic detail over the last two weeks. He wouldn't find his in the arms of another woman. Instead, his resided in the darkest recesses of his heart. They involved power. And domination. And revenge. That's why he wasn't going to call off the night's activities. Not because Kelli had any more to learn. But because he wasn't done having his fun yet. For him, the pleasures of the next 30 hours would greatly outweigh any guilt he might feel. And he'd already proven adept at rationalization. The past two weeks were coming to an explosive conclusion. And he wasn't about to let it pass him by. "Hrrgh!" he cleared his throat, alerting Kelli to his presence in the doorway. He watched with pleasure as she turned and immediately dropped to her knees, the dinner and everything else immediately forgotten. "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't hear you come in," she said, her eyes never leaving his feet. His eyes, on the other hand, hungrily roamed up and down her body. He noted the way the apron demurely covered her thighs and private parts, yet her upper body and breasts were in clear view, just awaiting his touch. Her hands were properly clasped behind her back, and her manner was entirely like that of a women kept in subjugation. She'd learned this lesson very well. "Is dinner ready?" he asked sternly, stepping into the room until he towered over her. "Your drink is waiting on the table, sir," she replied, still facing the floor. "Dinner will be ready within five minutes." She said it without inflection, though he could tell that she meant five minutes if he didn't decide to have her perform some sexual task in the meantime. He'd let her be for now. Time enough to indulge himself later. Speaking of which . . . "Did you have any trouble renewing my prescription?" "No, sir. It's on the table next to your drink. The doctor says that if this allergy attack lasts too long, you can call him for a stronger dose." In fact, Jack wasn't suffering from his allergy at all. Instead, the medicine would be a key component of the evening's activities. He'd discovered, strictly by accident, that when combined with small amounts of alcohol, his allergy medicine had the unfortunate side effect of keeping him erect for hours at a time. In addition, a stimulant in the formula would keep him awake and alert for over 24 hours. Perfect for taking advantage of the situation that would soon be unfolding. Jack carefully led his blindfolded wife down the basement steps, letting the door boom shut with a foreboding finality. He'd spent almost two weeks to get this "playroom" ready, and now he wanted to completely control her exposure to it. Like their past adventures, he'd dictated what she would wear and what they would do. To increase the shock value, he'd blindfolded her. To let her feel how cold and clinical it would be, she walked barefoot on the concrete floor. She wore only the barest of clothing; a tiny triangle of paper between her legs, and two minuscule triangles over her breasts. Enough to just cover the nipples, but not nearly enough to offer any support. Those would be coming off soon, of course. She'd spend most of her time naked, like the slut wife she was. Slut wife. Bitch. Whore. Fuck toy. He tasted the words on his lips, all used to build up a hard veneer. He could begin to feel the aggressive power growing in him. Just the sight of this beautiful woman, wife or not, trembling at the thought of what might be coming, was enough to start his cock to throbbing. She was, once again, at his mercy. For the next 29 hours she wouldn't be his wife. She'd be his sexual plaything, a living, breathing toy for his pleasure. If he thought of her as his wife, he'd end up denying himself something. There'd be a place or two he wouldn't explore, because he'd fear that she wouldn't like it. There'd be something he'd want to do that he wouldn't. Besides, she'd already proven to like more than he'd anticipated. So it wouldn't be fair for him to hold back, would it? With his hands on her hips, he guided her to his creation in the middle of the floor. Positioning her just so, he pressed gently on the spot just above her breasts, causing her to fall back into the wood slat chair. He moved efficiently about her, clamping her ankles to the boards so that her legs were forced open and cocked. He fastened her arms so she was spread-eagle, and adjusted the head support so she was looking down at her body. A leather band held her waist tight to the backboard. He'd used the mechanics from an old barber chair to construct this chair, and by releasing a lever could spin her around, adjust the reclining angle, and shift the seat from side to side. Ropes and chains hung from the rafters, too, in case he might need to lift any part of her body. He paused to check the video cameras which were even now recording the events. He owed a lot people on the Internet for their assistance the past two weeks, and many would be happy to share in his wife's upcoming lessons. He'd actually borrowed the second camera from Kelli's parents, and chuckled again at the expression they'd have if they knew of its depraved use. Though, given the behavior of the church pastor, it wouldn't surprise him if her parents weren't as pure as they acted. One camera covered the whole scene in a wide angle. One sat to the side, pre-focused for a close-up. He could control the tripod motion with a remote, which he tested once again. He moved to the side while he removed her blindfold, waiting while she blinked her eyes in the sudden glare. With the basement windows blacked out, he'd set up two photographers lights so that Kelli's entire body would be sharply lit. He hated looking at porno that was poorly lit. "Welcome, my innocent little slut, to your home for the next 24 hours." He let the venom boil up by imagining her bent over a desk, her lover slamming his cock into her acquiescent ass. In fact, imagining her like that had lately been the only way he could screw up the motivation to pull off some of the more hardcore acts. And even that was beginning to wear thin. "As you can feel, you're just where you should be, spread open for me to use and abuse you. As you can see, we have everything we need to make your stay as 'stimulating' as possible. If you do everything I say, and all goes well, we'll walk up those stairs together and start a new life. If not, well, we may end up staying down here until you see my way of this situation. Do you understand?" he asked ominously, crouching forward until his face was mere inches from hers. "Yes, Master," she said softly, the trepidation clear in her eyes. He could tell she'd been expecting something special for their final day. But not anything this elaborate. Not a dungeon. "Good!" he said brightly, his mood abruptly shifting. "Let's get at it. First we're gonna play a little guessing game. You have to guess which I'm going to take off you first – your panties or your bra. Guess right, and poof, off it comes. Guess wrong, and I'll get to use these tweezers that I know you like so much." He pointedly caressed the soft skin between her thighs as he brandished a sharp pair of tweezers. He could almost see the wheels spinning in her head as she considered her choices. Would he want her bare-breasted first so he could torture her tits? Or would he want to get to work with his tweezers around her pussy, though she was sure she'd shaved herself totally bare just that morning? "My bra, sir," she answered timidly. "You are . . . correct!" he said with a big smile. He'd wanted her to get it right. They'd soon be playing a game in which the only right answer was the lesser of two evils. "And now, to assist in the removal, my handy-dandy . . . lighter!" He grinned as she tried to edge away from the flame as he brought it closer and closer to her body. Suddenly he dipped it to the paper and laughed as the paper disappeared in a sudden whoosh. Had it been regular paper she would surely have been burned. But he'd fashioned her bra and panties out of magician's flash paper, which turned to ashes without even a hit of heat. As he bent over her to light the panties, he looked into her eyes with his best wolfish grin, as if to say that all is not as it appears. Then he bent his mouth to her prominently excited nipple and pulled it inside, causing her to moan with purely animal response. Their night of pain and pleasure had begun. Jack spent the next few minutes kissing, licking, probing and pinching nearly every inch of Kelli's prostrate body. She quickly realized that whether she squirmed in pleasure or pain, she was securely held in place, and could move no more than an inch in any direction. Jack used the chair to its full effect, too, changing the height and angles so that he never had to bend uncomfortably to get access to her body. The demonstration was so exhilarating that he stretched her out level and shoved his semi-hard cock in her mouth, demanding that she suck it like the slut she was. He enjoyed the feel of her warm mouth on his hard rod so much, he pulled up a chair so that he could sit and enjoy her tantalizing blow job. To her obvious dismay, he made her suck him for 20 full minutes, pulling out only when her mouth got too dry and uncomfortable. "That was so good, maybe I'll just have you suck me off over and over again for the next day or so," he taunted her. "But then we wouldn't get to use all this cool equipment, huh?" He pushed the chair into a 45-degree angle and swung it around to the right. "I'll bet you're wondering what this board is all about, right? Well, that board is my ingenious plan to keep things interesting over the next 24 hours. Best of all, you're going to be totally responsible for what we do. You'll notice that there are 25 cards on the board. First you'll pick the column and row, and we'll take that card down. Then, on each card is written five things we can try. You'll pick a number from one to five, and I'll tell you what you've picked. Then we'll do it. If it's something that we have to leave the room for, I may save those up to do all at one time. Once a card is used, we set it aside, until all 25 cards are used. Then we mix them all up and put them back on the board to start again. "We'll try one so you can see how it works. First, pick a number between one and five. Four? Good. Now do it again, between one and five. One? Alright. That's four over and one down." He pulled the card from it's hanger and looked at it. "Once again, between one and five. One?" He looked down at the card and smiled. "Good thing this is only practice. See, here's what it says: '25 lashes with a wet leather whip.' Ouch! Though I'm sure your ass is going to see lots of action before we're done." Jack looked down and put his hand around his painfully stiff cock. He could really get into fucking her right now for a while. But he didn't want to ruin his game. There'd be plenty of time to fuck her later. Especially with his chemically-induced hard-on. The first card, which Kelli selected with a tremulous call of 5-2-5, promised to kick off the proceedings with a bang. "Hot wax to the titties," he read with ill-concealed excitement. He'd wanted to try that, but hadn't been able to find out about the mechanics of it. Something like that, something potentially dangerous, deserved more than a cursory understanding. He grinned menacingly at her, lighting the candle and waiting for a small pool of wax to build up. As he carefully held the candle over her nude body, she instinctively strained to get away. Wax was hot; everybody knew that. What she didn't know was that he'd bought paraffin, which liquified much cooler than regular candle wax. So the first drops that painted her soft breast flesh didn't so much burn as tingle, eliciting a sharp hiss followed by a low moan. He slowly dripped spirals onto each of her waiting tits, always skimming past the hardened nipple at just the right time, but causing her to wince in anticipation. Just for the heck of it, he dribbled a little wax farther down her torso, making her rib cage and stomach twitch and jump. Her eyes told him that she expected to feel the wax on her pussy soon. But he stopped after just a few more drops. He had far more erotic things planned for her traitorous cunt. The next card he set into a box at his left. She would be performing a lascivious act on the Internet, but he wanted to save the out of the basement stuff for later on. Another three digit number brought them to a card that asked, "Are you a Boy Scout or knot?" In response he brought out a length of white rope and wrapped it several times around her upper body, in effect squeezing her breasts so that they painfully jutted out from between the taut cotton fibers. Grabbing a nearby riding crop, he gently and then wickedly slapped the tortured flesh, eliciting sharp cries of pain from his helpless wife. With her tits rapidly turning an ugly shade of red, he placed a yellow bikini top on her stomach and hopped back for a few quick pictures. The sudden appearance of her lover's favorite swimsuit made Kelli blush, which made for an even more interesting photo. The next card invited Kelli to meet "Ten little indians," and Ted introduced them with a vengeance.Taking a drawer out of the mechanics case, he held it up so she could see the array of ten dildos inside. Starting at three-inches in length, they grew in one-inch increments. Of course, not only were they incrementally longer, but thicker as well. The 12-inch version was easily as thick as a beer bottle, and looked just about as uncomfortable. Dipping his fingers into his wife's exposed pussy, he found her as slick as she'd ever been. She wouldn't need any extra lubrication. At least not at the beginning. The three-inch dildo slid in easily, and he left it in only long enough to take a picture. Four, five and six were still smaller than what he usually used on her, and she had no trouble taking them right to the hilt. With seven, eight and nine he had to press much harder than before, but her bare cunt still took the strain. On the ten-inch model he had mercy on her and coated the shaft with KY before jamming it in, the invasion bringing a cry to her lips. Before inserting the 11-inch dildo he loosened the straps holding her legs in place, so she could cant her body to best receive the shaft. Even still, she had to grit her teeth as he forced it inside her, the walls of her hole stretched almost to the breaking point. After the struggle with 11, he considered abandoning the 12-inch model. But to do so would show weakness at a time when he needed to show strength and domination. Besides, he at least wanted to try. After liberally smearing KY all over the head, he bent to the task, using one hand to spread her pussy lips about. At first it seemed as though the girth would be too much, but with an audible pop the massive head slipped inside, with the somewhat thinner shaft sliding in after. She panted like an animal as he slowly maneuvered the behemoth inside her twat, rubbing the rubbery veins against her ultra-stretched muscles. Cruelly and deliberately he let his forefinger trace and flick her pearly hard clit, making her buck up and down on the chair, her ass cheeks slapping against the now sweaty wood. She strained against her bonds, the ropes chafing her skin, as she tried to accommodate the monster intrusion. Recognizing her purpose, he slightly adjusted the chair so that her body was now canted backward and her legs were held open, as though on a bed with stirrups. It was much like the position she would be in to deliver a baby, only this time he was struggling to push something in, instead of her struggling to push something out. He could see the anguish of the effort on her face, but he didn't stop until he felt the head of the dildo bump against the rear of her cavity. As she gasped and panted like a wounded animal, he took a few pictures of his handiwork and then slowly removed the monster cock from her cunt. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 13 Five cards later he saw the first sign of trouble. Looking down at his bedraggled wife, he could see that she was quickly approaching her breaking point. Harsh red stripes crisscrossed her skin where the ropes had bitten a little too deeply. Sweat stained her face and crevices, as though she had just run a marathon. Her normally full blond hair now lay plastered to her face and neck. And her tits and pussy bore the signs of repetitive punishments. He shuddered as he looked at her. She hadn't complained a bit as he'd put her through hell. She'd acted like a real trooper, with a strength he didn't think that he even had. And now this? He'd written the cards early in the first week, back when he'd been full of hate and anger. But now he didn't feel that way at all. In fact, he wanted to protect her, to honor her for going along so well. So how was he supposed to follow the directions on the card? "Feel the weight on the Golden Gate," the card read. In this, he was supposed to attach clips to her pussy lips, then link them with a strong chain. Then by adding weight, her lips would stretch down and down, each second more painful than the last. He'd seen pictures of it on the Net, and a couple of chatting buddies had said how much their wives enjoyed the experience. But those women had been hardened S&M practitioners. Not a newbie like his wife. And she certainly hadn't given him any indication that she'd like this particular practice. He'd read it aloud already, so he decided to improvise. Swinging the chair to the standing position, he attached a clip to each of her nipples, then linked them with a light chain. Two leaded weights pulled her nipples down a bit, but not very painfully. It was much like the position he'd put her in the previous week. Though this time the pictures would look far worse, given the red welts crossing her boobs. He could go further, adding more weights, but that would serve no purpose. He'd already, once again, made it clear that he could do anything he wanted to her. The next card placed him into even more of a quandary. "Candle, candle, burning bright. Drip your wax all through the night," he read aloud, barely even recognizing his wife's pained look. He'd wanted to try wax works, as it was the kind of thing that provided more psychological results than physical ones. Forcing himself to look hard, cold and determined, he pulled a red candle from the drawer and lit it with a flourish. Though well strapped in, she still managed to shrink from him as he brought the candle over her fully exposed body. He tilted it a little to let the wax build up, then started to tilt it a little more . . . and stopped. He couldn't do it. He couldn't keep up the façade. She had more than fulfilled her obligation. She had earned not only her redemption, but his respect. He just didn't have enough anger or testosterone to keep this going one second longer. He wanted to protect her, not hurt her. He wanted to hold her and comfort her. Most of all, he wanted her forgiveness for this temporary insanity. He knew he'd made the right decision when he noticed that his hand didn't shake at all. One slip, one quiver, and the bubble of wax would drip upon her soft, vulnerable skin. But his hand was steady as a rock as he withdrew the candle, turning and grimacing as the hot wax dripped on his hand instead. "Get up. OK. We're done," he told Kelli, quickly walking around the chair and undoing all the straps. He didn't want the time to change his mind. "We're done? Why?" she asked hesitantly, as though expecting a trick. "We're done because you've done all I've asked of you. You've redeemed yourself. And I just don't have what it takes to keep going with this." "We're done," she repeated, slowly, tasting the words on her lips. He helped her from the chair, supporting her with his arm as her legs almost buckled beneath her. "We're done," she whispered randomly, as he helped her up the stairs to their bedroom. Leaving her to sit on the bed, he turned the shower on, then dripped some bubble bath on the tile, so there would be a nice scented foam around her feet when she entered. She let out a squeak and then a sigh as the hot water first bit into her wounds and then began to salve them. He stood outside the shower, watching through the translucent glass as she soaped her hair and body, her hands gently caressing all the parts that he'd not so long ago tortured. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the door slid open and her face appeared out of the steam. "What if I don't want to be done?" she asked cheerfully. "What? I mean, I'm not sure . . . What?" he stammered quickly, completely thrown by her question. "What if I don't want to be done?" she asked again, this time much more forcefully. As his mind groped for an answer, she reached across, grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the shower. "C'mere, silly," she giggled, pressing him into the corner and then pressing her lips and body against him. Her kiss deepened and became all the more urgent even as she ground her hips into his, her wet bare skin sliding against his soaked clothing as though they were both covered in oil. Soon she was literally humping him as the hot spray rained down on them. He could see nothing save for her face; could feel nothing save for her body; and hear nothing save for her frenzied panting. He tried to reach between them to remove his shorts but she had her legs locked around his body. To be intriguingly continued... 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 14 To the reader: Some readers have been shocked by the extreme nature of this story. So here's fair warning: If you are the type who is turned off by FICTION dealing with domination, submission, cruelty or the general exploration of sexual practices beyond society's norms, please don't read this story. All others, please enjoy. Day Fourteen – Restitution Kelli awoke feeling as sore as if she'd run a marathon, and as happy as if she'd won. The past fourteen days had taken her from the brink of desolation to the heights of bliss, on a path no marriage counselor could ever travel. She wondered if Jack had any clue as to how much she'd changed. Not just in her attitudes about sex. But in everything. Her confidence. Her self esteem. She felt more vibrant, more alive than she ever had. If she could masturbate in front of a crowd of drunken, leering men, she could certainly face down her parents and their racist, bigoted remarks. She could see the weaknesses in her religion, as well as the strengths. And she could understand what made a woman into a wife; not just as someone who would share in the marriage but someone who would contribute as well. Stretching her naked body out beneath the sheets of their still dark bedroom, she checked and checked again for any signs of guilt. And found none. God had given men and women the ability to experience such extreme pleasure. As long as it was consensual, and no one else got hurt along the way, it seemed as though sex shouldn't be against any of God's rules. Of course, now that she'd witnessed the hypocrisies of her fellow church members and the pastor himself, it was hard to allow them to judge her. She'd leave that to Him. Thirteen days. At first she'd been doubtful. Resentful. Scared. Did her husband harbor some inner demons that she'd never suspected? It had seemed like it at the time. He'd been cruel; brutal, even. He'd broken her down, as if she'd been the victim of brainwashing. Broken her down and then built her back up. Well, not exactly that. He'd kept her on edge, and allowed her to build herself back up. That was better, she decided. The other way, she might've ended up just as dependent upon Jack as she had been dependent upon her ultra-strict morals. This way, she could make up her own mind about what she wanted to do, and how she wanted to live. Like last night. She'd really thrown him for a loop when she stated that she didn't want the fourteen days to end early. And she didn't. She wasn't continuing in order to prove herself to him. She wanted to prove herself to herself. How far could she push herself to go? How much desire and lust could she pull from Jack? It had come to her last night, in the shower. The power of her submission. Outwardly, Jack held the upper hand. She jumped to his orders. But in her responses, in her reactions, she held the upper hand too. There was power in being submissive. She felt in control being out of control. Like now. She twisted in bed and burrowed under the covers until her mouth was even with his dick. It lay flat against his stomach, completely flaccid. Smiling in anticipation, she pulled it fully into her mouth, swirling it out of its stupor, hoping to have the same effect on her husband. His cock began to expand almost immediately, filling instinctively in response to her hot wet lips and tongue. She sucked at it softly, pausing often to test its hardness with the tip of her tongue. Amazing how such supple, velvety skin could become so hard and abrasive, strong enough to split her open, over and over again. "Whoa, what's this?" Jack asked, pulling the covers away from her head. "You don't have to do this anymore." "Just because I don't have to doesn't mean I don't want to," she said lightly, before bending back to tickle his balls with her tongue. She smiled as he gasped, his body suddenly tense with anticipation. She had the control now. And even if he made her do something really disgusting, she'd still be in control. His cock was now full and rigid; his balls tight inside their pouch. Even though he'd fucked her breathless the night before, he was ready to go again. She was taking that as a compliment. A big one. Abruptly she sat up so her breasts were just inches from his face. "Shall I prepare a paddle for my spanking?" she asked, dropping her voice into the naïve, subservient tone she'd begun using. It was fun to play the part to the fullest. "Or perhaps I should perform for your amusement?" With one hand she offered him her full breast, while the other gave him a peek inside her bare pussy lips. His smile was broad and warm. "If you want to keep going, my little slut wife, I'd be more than happy to. But I'll set the schedule, if you please. Right now, we'll take a shower together. Then, we'll go out for a little breakfast. And then we'll see what kind of trouble we can get into. First, though, let's see if you kiss as well as you suck." Kelli shifted very carefully in her seat at the restaurant, acutely aware that she had absolutely nothing on beneath her short skirt. That fact she could hide from the rest of the diners. The fact that she wore no bra was another story. Her black sweater was woven so loosely that, when looking in the mirror, she could easily discern the outlines of her breasts, and could almost detect the contours of her nipples. The thought that the men in the restaurant were even now trying to do so made her shiver. The fact that Jack was offering her up on display made her hot. She watched as Jack cut and recut the cards they'd set aside during their adventure the previous evening. If she remembered correctly, most dealt with some form of exhibitionism. A few, however, contained deeper and darker orders. "I'm wondering if we should just do these in random order, or arrange them from the tame to the depraved?" he asked her. He cut them again, then took a peek at the top one. "I think we'll be going with random," he declared, a nasty smile on his face. "Let's finish up our coffee and head back to the car." Seated in the car, Kelli's trepidation grew with every minute. But it was accompanied by an exhilarating thrill. Jack drove to an empty portion of the parking lot. "It's time to take a ride," he read. "One will have to take two." Reaching into the backpack, he pulled out a white, egg-shaped object, with a harness and a single wire running from it. "I presume you know how to work this," he stated, handing it to her. "Put it on now, close enough to give you some stimulation, but not so close as to be touching your clit." She did indeed know how to work it, as he'd tortured her with the little vibrator several times before. The wire was something new, though, and she grinned when she saw the cigarette lighter adapter on the end. A vibrator made for the car. How devilishly clever! She struggled a bit fastening the harness, not wanting to give anyone outside the car a look at her unclad pussy. Finally she had it all attached, the egg nestled comfortably in her slit, close enough to get her off if she just shifted a bit. He wouldn't be torturing her this time! Pulling her skirt back down, she put a CD player in her lap to disguise the wire running from between her legs to the dashboard. She didn't even flinch as Jack reached over and flipped the dial on the vibrator to low, creating a pleasant sensation against her skin. It would get worse, she knew, and harder to ignore. But for now it just made her feel a little warm. Fortunately, the material in her skirt kept the noise down to a barely discernible hiss. Whether it would stay that quiet was another question. They set out on a seemingly meandering path through town, though Kelli had little doubt that there was a purpose to his driving. Soon enough they were in line for some drive-through lunch, and Kelli began to squirm a bit uncomfortably as he switched the vibrator to Medium. As Jack paid for the meal, she kept her face studiously forward, not wanting the clerk to recognize the flush that had suddenly swept over her. Leaving the restaurant, Jack headed the car out onto the highway, clearly intent on heading out of town. By now the buzzing between her legs had become rather insistent, as if the vibrator was clamoring to get in. The uncomfortable feeling didn't get any better, either, when Jack flipped her skirt up so he could watch the egg do its work. Five minutes later, they left the highway, and Kelli finally realized where they were going. Their destination had to be the State Park. It was the only place out that far. Pausing on the highway exit, Jack reached over and thumbed the control to High. Now she could really feel the egg humming against her body. She immediately broke out in a hot sweat, her cunt letting loose an instinctive jolt of lubricating juices. The smell of her sex permeated the car. Jack grinned widely at the scent, then simply rolled the windows down. To cover the sound of the egg, no longer muffled by her skirt, he simply turned up the radio. So prepared, they headed to the park entrance. Kelli knew it would be close. She could feel herself building toward a climax, but she didn't want to have one in front of the Park Ranger. That would be far too embarrassing. Even having it before would be bad, because one look at her would give the whole thing away. Somehow, she had to delay it. By whatever means possible. She tried thinking of other things; of movies, songs and even multiplication tables. But no matter what, the buzzing in her pussy intruded upon her thoughts. She could feel the sweat breaking out on her brow, the trail of moisture staining the back of her sweater. Finally, finally, they arrived at the guard shack. To her consternation, there was another car in line ahead of her. Who would be going to the Park on a day like this? She pressed her legs together, then pressed her hands into her lap, as if she could will the sensations to cease. When they pulled up at the guard shack, she endeavored to keep her gaze away from the man. Surely he'd recognize what was going on. Surely he'd get a whiff of her and understand the reason for her discomfort. She gritted her teeth. She couldn't hold out much longer. Her pussy, her ass, her entire nether regions felt like they were on fire. The sensations arced like lightning to her nipples, and made her toes tingle as if they were encased in ice. She fought to keep her breathing even, though she wanted to pant like a dog in heat. As if to prolong her torture, deliberately she was sure, Jack began to discuss the merits of a seasonal versus daily pass. She could feel the Ranger's eyes upon her, taking in her anxious state. Could he tell that she was already close to the edge of a massive orgasm? Or did he just think she was excited by some sort of sexual stimulation to come? She could sense his gaze returning to her again and again, focusing on her ill-concealed cleavage and the flushed flesh beneath her thin sweater. The effort to contain herself now consumed every iota of her being. If she softened just a bit, just a little bit, she'd embarrass herself with a screaming, yowling orgasm right in front of this stranger. She'd yank back her skirt and smash the buzzing egg hard against her stiff little clit, not caring in the least how much of her private parts this amused stranger might see. With a jovial wave of his hand, Jack finally drove through the check-point. They passed through the partially filled parking lot, and then finally onto a winding road, which ran for several miles to the bike trail head. As soon as the tires hit the gravel of this new road, Kelli let herself go. "Oh, God. Oh God. Oh God," she panted, the buzzing, the heat, the lightning strikes all building to a blinding crescendo. She couldn't take it any longer and reached between her legs to press the egg directly against her clit, without even looking at Jack for his permission. That did the trick. The pressure exploded inside her, vented in a violent scream of anguish. Her legs contracted around the egg, adding more fuel to the fire. Her arms and legs spasmed, and her juices dribbled from between her twitching pussy lips. She desperately wanted to have something more substantial filling the void between her legs. If she could gather the strength, she would mount Jack's thick cock right there in the car. Even that thought fueled her carnal desire, sending even more waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could sense Jack's amused grin beside her, but couldn't give it more than a single thought. Her body was finally released from the insistent buzzing. She could only concentrate on the pleasure. At the end of the path, Jack led her down one of the many hiking trails, then split off to hike cross-country. After 20 minutes of hard walking they were well and truly off the beaten path, though Kelli imagined that they might be just steps from one of the other trails. It was hard to get her bearings in the sun dappled forest. Choosing a tree at random, Jack ordered her to stand with her back next to it. Reaching into his bag of tricks, he pulled out a coil of white rope, which he used to tie her hands to the trunk, stretching her arms well above her head. He left her legs completely unbound, and Kelli didn't have to guess why. Without pause, he reached back into his bag and pulled out a pair of scissors. She could only grimace as he bent and began cutting her skirt from the hem to the waist, again and again, until the material hung down in ragged strips. Then, after kneading her breasts through the sweater, he pulled it taut and cut out some quick holes, so that when he released the fabric it outlined her tits, leaving each breast bare and fully exposed. With a malicious grin, he stepped back and began taking pictures of her distressful situation. Bound by the rules of their game, she couldn't ask why he wanted so many pictures like this, and so her imagination began to run wild. Maybe they were just for his private collection. Maybe he was trading them with another couple without her knowledge. Maybe he was even posting them on the Internet! She couldn't believe that she'd failed to wonder about it before. He'd taken hundreds of pictures of her over the last two weeks. And dozens of movies! What if they weren't just stored on the computer at home? What if he was posting her picture for anybody to see? What if her neighbors had seen pictures of her bending over to suck him, or were to see her tied submissively to this tree? Would Jack do that to her? She suddenly got goose bumps thinking about a man, a faceless stranger, fantasizing about her in this position. He'd find her whimpering, tightly bound to the tree, her tits exposed, her skirt in tatters, completely defenseless and at his mercy. He'd look around for her man and find no one. Was she part of a bondage game? A kidnapping victim? A wife being punished? A play toy for a militia member? A birthday gift for a hiker who would be coming along soon? He'd inspect her from all sides, noticing the fullness of her tits, the curve of her ass, the bare slit so tantalizingly close. He could ask her why she was here, but that would mean lifting the gag from her mouth. Or he could remain ignorant of her plight and simply take what she represented. A helpless piece of ass. A chance to fuck and run. She could picture the man in his office, her helpless form blazing from his computer screen, begging to be used and abused. She could see the man sitting there, his hand deep in his pants, stroking his cock, while he imagined what he'd do to her if he were ever lucky enough to come upon such a creature in the forest. How he'd caress her full, inviting tits, or maybe cruelly squeeze and twist them, not needing to worry about the consequences. How he'd run his hand down between her melons, down over her fluttering stomach, down to her vulnerable crevice, where he could pleasure or pain her, as his mood dictated. Would he simply unleash his cock and stab it into her right away, or would he get more pleasure in torturing her, cutting a switch from a tree to crop her ass? Would he want to bind her more tightly to the tree, or use the scissors on the ground to remove larger and larger patches of her clothing? She could see the man in his office, creating his fantasies based on her helpless, half-nude form bound to a tree, and imagine his hand speedily stroking his cock, even as he pretended that it's deeply embedded in her cunt. She could picture more men, before more computers, each beating off to a different image of her with her legs splayed and body nude, their cum drenching their pants and shorts and hands and chairs, leaving her image as cum-drenched and completely in their control. Would Jack put her on display like that? It wouldn't bother her if he did. "Earth to slut wife. Come in slut wife," Jack's voice wrenched her back to reality. He hadn't been calling her long, as his tone held more amusement than anger. Still, she was surprised to note that he'd pulled down his pants and underwear, and was clearly intent on slamming his hard cock into her pussy. At his command, she turned and faced the tree, bending over at a ninety degree angle, her hands providing a strong support against the tree. She shuddered as his hands swept aside the ruined strips of skirt, leaving her ass and pussy bare to the air. She felt the large mushroom head snake along her pussy lips, but then seek out a different home, probing the opening to her ass. But he hadn't put any oil on! Had he? "I'm going to ask you five questions," he said menacingly. "For every one you answer truthfully, I'll place a drop of oil on my cock. Lie too much, and this'll be a very painful fuck." "Yes, master," she replied, scared into further subservience. "Now, would you have let me do all this to you if you hadn't given into your carnal desires with that other man?" "No, master," she replied. She couldn't imagine her old self even discussing such depravity. "Is there anyone, besides me, that you'd like to fuck right now?" She considered telling him about her recent fantasy with the men in their offices, but decided against it. No reason to give him ideas. "No, master." "Liar. You're a slut and I know you think about other guys fucking you. Next question. Would you suck the cock of the park ranger if I told you to?" "Yes, master." "Yes, I believe you would. And would you spread your legs for our esteemed pastor?" "Yes, master," she replied, though hoping that he was just testing her. "Another lie!" he declared, slapping her bare butt. "You know that he's friends with your father, and the fact that you're a slut would be the one thing you want to hide from him. Final question. Will you do anything you need to do to prove your loyalty to me, as my slut bitch?" "Oh, yes master," she whimpered, her mind flashing to all the kinky, painful and embarrassing acts he'd forced her to perform. "I hope that's true, for your sake," he responded, giving her ass another hard slap before reaching under to squeeze and milk her dangling tits. "That's three out of five. I hope three drops of oil is enough. Because that's all you're going to get." She bent over lower and gasped as his steel rod ripped into her tight asshole. Three drops were enough. But just barely. Was it too late to take him up on the previous day's offer to end their pact? "Turn left up here," Kelli said, as Jack worked to pass a slow-moving truck. She was reading the directions off a smeared paper, which Jack had written during a cell phone call he'd received in the middle of the woods. She didn't know why they were going to this destination, but knew that it was important enough for him to immediately abandon her ass-fucking and lead her back to the car. The trek back to the car had left her a nervous wreck. Jack had left her in her tattered skirt and cut open sweater, and she'd fully expected to be seen and even recognized by someone hiking the trails. But they made it all the way back to the car without being spotted. Only when Jack paused at the guard shack was she positive that her bare breasts had been spotted. Seconds later they were headed out to the highway, leaving the park ranger behind with a shocked expression on his face. Two miles down the road, Jack had pulled into a rarely used farm trail, which led deep into a field of corn. Leaving the highway far behind, he stopped the car and ordered her to get out. Without a word, he cut the remainder of her outfit off her body, letting the well-hacked clothes fall to the ground. Then, turning to the bag he'd brought into the woods, he pulled out a pair of stockings, a garter, thong panties and a bra, all in black, all sheer enough to clearly reveal what they were supposed to be covering. Kelli was outraged but not surprised. He had these clothes in the woods, but had made her risk exposure during their long walk out. This day was not turning out the way she had expected. 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 14 Now she sat in the front seat, reading off the directions and wondering where they were headed. Two turns later, she had her answer. She could only look questioningly at Jack as he pulled into the attached garage of a small brick ranch home on the city's west side. And she almost broke his command of silence when the garage door noisily slid down, trapping them inside. He stopped her, though, with a wave of his hand. "Now it's time for you to show how much you've learned. The man inside this house has helped me a lot during the last two weeks, though I've never met him in person. He's given me lots of advice on how to turn you from what you were into a fully obedient wife. I want to treat him with as much respect as you treat me. You'll call him Sir and me Master. When we get inside, you'll drop immediately into your position, and from then on you'll do anything he says. He'll be as much your master as I am." With that said, he pulled her close and kissed her sharply and deeply, his tongue jamming into her mouth as if he were fucking her with it. Just as she began to lean into his kiss, she felt his hands place something around her neck and heard a "click" next to her ear. Instinctively, she reached to touch her neck, only to find that he'd placed a collar around it. And to that collar he was attaching a leash! The stiff leather cut into her chin as he pulled her out the driver's side door. As she tried to untangle herself from the steering wheel, the inside door opened and a barrel-chested man stepped out, his eyes skimming over her and then warmly resting on her husband. "Jack, I hope you didn't have any trouble finding the place?" "Nope. We were just out at the State Park for a little adventure when you called. Just a short stop to change, and we're here." "An adventure, eh? Seems like a good day for them," the man said with a sly grin towards Kelli. "Let's get inside, shall we?" Though completely confused and more than a little intimidated, Kelli dropped into her kneeling, submissive position as soon as they entered the house. They had paused in a small laundry room. To the right was a spotless white kitchen; to the left a well-kept family room, with all the vertical blinds closed, so that the only illumination came from the light leaking around the edges. With her head bowed, all she could see of their host was his beefy hands, which twitched occasionally as he spoke. He wore jeans but no shoes or socks, which to her seemed like a casualness that was out of place in a house that was so tidy. Not a single item appeared to be out of place. "And this is your slave slut?" the man asked, as naturally as one would ask about the weather. She kept her head stiffly bowed as Jack answered, "Yes. This is my slave. But I haven't come up with a good name for her, so I just call her 'slut.' She's come a long way since we started, Al, and I have you to thank for that." "She looks more delicious in person than on the screen," Al answered with a chuckle. "Let's head into the family room and we'll get a better look at her." Jack snapped the chain, and Kelli took that to mean that she should crawl down the steps into the family room. The two men took their places in adjoining leather chairs, while she knelt in her submissive position on a padded coffee table in front of them. Al reached across to the wall and flipped a switch, and suddenly Kelli was awash in a cone of light from a spotlight right above the table. Jack began to hand the leash to the man, but Al stopped him. "Never hand over your property to another man unless it's an even exchange. And as you can see, I've no one in my stable at the moment. I would be happy if you simply relayed my requests to her, as she should only take orders from you. Now, let's see what this little dish has to offer." At Jack's direction, she stood on the table and slowly twirled around, feeling as though Al's gaze was penetrating her flimsy lingerie. Not that he would need to use his imagination, she remembered. He'd surely seen all of her in the pictures Jack had evidently sent to him. She wondered how much Jack had shared with this stranger. And how many more people were in on their secret? She had to stow her curiosity, though, when Jack had her kneel back in front of their host. At Al's suggestion, she pulled her lacy bra up, revealing her bare breasts and rapidly hardening nipples. Despite her trepidation she was becoming quite aroused. She didn't know what would happen, and performing for a stranger added an exciting element of danger. She couldn't help but flashback to her performance in the sex club, and the times that Jack had banged her in front of those college kids at the cottage. She shifted her legs instinctively; she was becoming quite wet, and she worried that the thin fabric would soon give that away. "Ah, patience, pet," Al said to her, as if reading her mind. "You will soon have the chance to perform as a little slut should. You will soon be performing the only task a woman need perform: to please a man sexually." She'd become almost inured to such talk from Jack. It was almost a way of girding himself for battle. But the idea of servitude, coming from this man, made her blood run cold. Abruptly, Al got up and headed for the stairs, motioning for the two of them to follow. It was pitch black at the bottom of the stairs, though Kelli could hear the two men moving about. Suddenly she felt a hand roughly squeeze her breast, while a pair of fingers quickly found their way into her pussy. It wasn't Jack's hand, of that she was sure. But was it Al's, or some unknown man's? The incursion lasted only seconds, just long enough to leave her feeling violated and vulnerable. What kind of hell had Jack led her into? The fingers left her and a moment later the lights flickered on, revealing Al to be some distance away. Only her husband stood near. Had she been mistaken? Her questions left her as she stood and gazed at the basement room. It was a very elaborately equipped dungeon! She'd never seen one in person; only in the background of Internet bondage pictures. On one wall hung a variety of whips, crops, paddles, floggers, ropes, chains and other paraphernalia she couldn't begin to identify. Another wall was a full-length mirror. The third wall was completely unfinished, a stud frame filled with hooks, pulleys and cross frames. Various ropes hung from hooks in the ceiling, and two four-poster tables sat in the middle of the room, along with two saw horses and a variety of odd-looking contraptions. Ominously, two cameras were poised on tripods next to one of the tables. An expensive-looking video camera, with wires that ran to another small room was pointed at the well-lit table already. And a still digital camera sat waiting next to it. Kelli could feel the two men watching her as she took it all in, then wondered why they hadn't given her an order. Then it hit her. She dropped to her knees like a rock, quickly assuming the position of subservience. "About time," her husband remarked dryly. "Any longer and you wouldn't be able to sit for a week. Even so, you're going to wish you'd been more observant." She tried to make herself look as repentant as possible, knowing that she fought a losing battle. They didn't need an excuse to punish her. They had the power to do that anytime they wanted. She'd given it to them. "You can watch the preparations if you want, my sweet," Al called out to her, as she endeavored to study the carpeting in front of her knees. "I'm sure you'll find it personally interesting." She looked up to see him switch on a video monitor she'd overlooked earlier. He swung the camera around to point it at her, and she immediately appeared on the monitor, kneeling submissively in her lingerie with her tits hanging out. The camera was so good, she could even make out the hard nubs of her nipples. "Now to go public." With that, Al disappeared into the room where all the cables led, while Jack stepped around to the camera and zoomed it in until her right breast completely filled the screen, her swollen nipple now as big as a baseball. Suddenly, the image was replaced with an Internet site, which rapidly changed from screen to screen to screen. Finally her breast reappeared on the screen, with a gray area below it marked only by a flashing cursor. It hit her then. This was being broadcast over the web! Live! But to how many people? And who? She looked pleadingly at Jack, but he refused to meet her gaze. She knew better than to speak out. It would embarrass him in front of his friend. Or mentor. Or whatever Al was to him. And that would make him even more likely to allow Al to do whatever he wanted. And it was clear that Al had a much kinkier mind than Jack. "Nice open, that one," Al remarked as he came back into the dungeon. "That tit shot will keep 'em wondering, wondering whether the rest of the bod is as firm as that nice tit. We might get another ten percent viewership from just that open. Good job, Jack." They were broadcasting it! And charging for it, too Al had seen her look. "Don't worry about it, sweet thing. You've got other things to worry about, besides who's watching what. Jack's got a debt to pay off, and you're going to help. You should be happy you can do that. Just obey. React naturally. And everything will fall into place. Speaking of which, I'll man the camera while Jack gets you into place. The red light shows we're on the air with video. The blue light shows when audio is going out. And we'll reply with this wireless keyboard when we need to. And now we pull out to show the rest of our dish for the evening... And, let's get you strapped down on the oak table for a little fun!" Kelli was trembling so badly that Jack literally had to help her to the table. As she lay down, she felt him place a V-shaped pillow under her head. Not only was it more comfortable, but she had a much better view of the proceedings. She remained limp as Jack fastened her wrists to clamps located at the top corners of the table, and then did the same to her ankles at the bottom. As he stepped away, she tried to move, and found that she could shift back and forth in place, as well as lift her hips from the table, but couldn't move much more than that. She ceased trying as soon as she saw the lascivious grin on Al's face as he watched her from over the camera. He was enjoying her struggles! At Al's direction, Jack stepped back in and pushed a ball gag into her mouth. She immediately hated the thing. As if by magic, her parched mouth was suddenly full of saliva, and she could feel it beginning to leak around the edge of the ball. How attractive could that be, she wondered? What followed was a long trial of sadistic acts, each one more degrading than the last. As she lay helpless upon the table Jack poked and prodded her most intimate places, squeezing, twisting and teasing her delicate skin. He wrapped rope around her tits and pulled it tight, squeezing them until they turned purple. he attached clothespins to her nipples, and then, most painfully, along each flap of her pussy lips. Fortunately, he removed each implement of destruction after only a few minutes, leaving them on just long enough for the audience to get their jollies. One item that he didn't remove was the nipple clamps and the chain joining them. This he tugged on often, sometimes pulling sharply and cruelly until tears came to her eyes. She couldn't scream thanks to the ball gag, but she knew he could see the pain and humiliation in her eyes. So too, could the internet audience. And she knew that was the point of this. After a time, it became too cumbersome for Al to take suggestions from the internet audience, relay them to Jack, and then instruct Jack on the best way to fulfill the request. So they switched roles, with Jack handling the computer and camera, and Al inflicting the damage to her body. He was both gentler and crueler than Jack, having much more skill and experience in carrying out each act, but also knowing exactly which buttons to push to get the maximum reaction from her. He never tugged the chain but rather smacked her breasts with the back of his hand, stinging her flesh while creating an evil sound. On the monitor she could see the sweat glistening on her body, and the haunted look of fear reflected in her eyes. But she could also understand the appeal. She was completely under their control. They owned her and her body, and could use it as they wanted. She wondered if the audience could see the defiance that was beginning to build inside her. The aggressive attitude that said 'Bring it on. You haven't broken me yet.' And if they did see it, did that inner spirit make this all the more tantalizing, all the more challenging? She watched with some trepidation as Al pulled over an evil-looking machine, locking the cart down and plugging it in. It looked like a cylinder with a long rod coming out the front, with the tip of the rod positioned just outside her pussy. Working slowly and deliberately, Al attached a thick, black dildo to the end of the rod, slathering the dildo with lubricant. Only when he pressed the dildo into her cunt did she really understand. It was a fucking machine! Her guess was proven when he turned it on, the dildo sliding slowly back and forth inside her cunt. Though she thought that they'd immediately speed it up, Al instead simply applied a little more lubricant before turning back to her husband. "Al, the natives are getting restless. They want to see some cum," Jack read off the computer screen. "If you want to do the honors, I can take over back there," Al replied. "Nah. You've done all the work. You should enjoy some benefits from it. Besides, she's my slut, and she does what and who I say." So this was it. Somehow Kelli knew in her heart that this moment would come. It didn't really surprise her that Jack would give her away like this. He'd been leading up to this over the past two weeks. And it played to his sense of irony. She'd given herself to another man without permission. Now she was going to be used by another man again. But with one big difference. This time, he was the one doing the giving. She didn't even bother to look to Jack. Instead, she looked straight up at Al, who once again wore that smile that said he knew all the mental gymnastics she was going through. Then she glanced over at the monitor and almost laughed, had the gag not stopped her. She was that woman on the screen. Stark naked. Tied to the table. Criss-crossed by ropes. Sweat-soaked. Nipples clamped and chained. Gagged and drooling. Being fucked in her spread open cunt by a dildo-tipped machine. Completely helpless. And she was debating whether sucking another man's cock would be too degrading? She gasped when Al took the gag from her mouth, then gasped again when he pulled his cock out of his shorts and slammed it into her mouth. It was less a sucking than a mouth-fucking, as he slammed his rod into her with a vengeance. Kelli could only keep her mouth open and her tongue out of the way as he bumped against her face, the dark mass of his pubic hair rhythmically obscuring her vision. So frantic were his actions that she couldn't even taste the rod in her mouth. She was a fuck hole and nothing more. Al didn't even bother to try and hold back. He banged her savagely and was on the verge of cumming in almost no time. When he pulled out from her mouth and began pumping his cock, she obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, looking as eager as a baby bird to receive its meal. Even expecting it, she almost gagged as the slippery cum spurted into her mouth, quickly coating her tongue and then leaking out onto her lips and chin. The next spurts coated her cheeks and face, before dribbling down onto her neck. She didn't need to look at the monitor to know that Al had blasted her entire face with his milky cum, turning her into as much of a cum whore as the professional sluts featured on all those internet web sites. Even as she licked and swallowed the salty seed from her lips, she almost yelped in surprise. Looking down, she saw that Jack had turned up the speed on the fucking machine, which now pumped its evil extension in and out of her cunt at an alarming rate. A pleasurable rate, too, judging from the sensations emanating from between her thighs. Not only was the dildo sliding in and out, but it was also twisting along the way. She was literally being screwed! And though there was enough lubricant to keep the dildo from sticking tightly, there was enough resistance that every twist of the tool it stretched her cunt to the point that her clit was directly stimulated. Even as she strove to stay focused on sucking the stray drops of cum from Al's cock, she tried to grind her body back against the machine, humping it in a desperate attempt to get off. When the orgasm hit it was blindingly intense, her pelvic muscles locking against the still pounding dildo, causing an even sharper stiletto of pleasure to slice through her. She spasmed against her ropes, the bonds cutting even deeper into her skin, the pain mixing with the pleasure to shock every fiber in her body. She shook as if in a seizure and wailed again and again as the machine continued to grate against her stiff burning clit. She couldn't stop shaking, so intense was the pleasure, and her wails rose and rose in pitch as wave after wave of orgasm flooded her with adrenaline. Finally, mercifully, Jack shut off the machine, but still her body continued to shudder, her muscles taut against the ropes and her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. She felt as though she were out of her body, as though the sweat-soaked, cum-stained wretch on the table was a stranger, someone to be pitied for her lack of control. And most certainly not the good daughter of a god-fearing couple. Her head lolled to one side as she felt Jack approach. She expected him to pull his cock out, to force her to come up from her exhaustion and give the audience one last show. But instead her crouched down next to her, placing his mouth next to her ear but keeping far enough away so that Al's still warm cum wouldn't smear on him. "Now are you glad that we decided to keep going?" he whispered into her ear. She turned her head to look down her body and took stock. Her toes were still tightly curled from the extreme sensations. Her legs were still pried apart, giving anyone who cared to look a full view of her gaping, juicy pussy. Her hips showed the signs of abrasions where she'd bucked against the ropes in a mindless desire to fuck back against the fucking machine. Her nipples were still tied together by a chain that marked her as someone's property. The ropes holding her torso to the table had cut into her tits, leaving red welts as a sign of her passion. She turned to the monitor and saw that Al's cum had mixed with her sweat to plaster her hair back in places, while her face was streaked with the slimy remains of the rest of it. And her hands bound above her head, keeping her helpless and at the mercy of these two men. As she gazed at the monitor she remembered that it wasn't just her husband and Al who had just witnessed her complete transformation into a wanton sex slave. She thought of the countless men out there, sitting before their computers stroking their cocks as they fantasized about what had just happened to her, and how it would feel if it was their cock in her frantic mouth. Their cock commanding her complete devotion. Their cock always at the ready to pierce her cunt or her mouth or her ass, ready to dump a load of sperm and mark her as their own. Some of those men watching might be the men from church. Or the manager of the grocery store. Or even some of her father's friends, those who never shared their fascinations with him. And how some of those men might see her in the future, and recognize her, and remember how she looked with her legs spread wide, desperate for a cock to fill her. And how her breasts looked as they strained against the bonds, or as a greedy hand groped and twisted and pinched her nipples. Or how eagerly she took a cock in her mouth, and how obediently she waited for the cum to grace her mouth, and how quickly she licked the precious fluid up, as though it were water in the desert. She thought of those men looking at her firm tits in real life, and wanting to see them again. And of those men looking at her shapely ass, and wanting to see it and touch it and spank it, the way they saw Jack and Al do it on the computer screen. She thought of those men licking their lips, and feeling their cocks begin to grow, as the wondered whether they could approach Jack and ask him please, please can you let me see your young wife's tits just once more? And what do I need to do to earn a cock sucking with her talented mouth? 14 Days To Redemption Ch. 14 She thought too of the other men, the ones sitting before their computers, their hands wrapped around their cocks, who beat off as she was being beaten. Their hands now sticky with their own cum. The ones who yearned for her, even as they yearned for a wife who would be so compliant and submissive. No more talk of headaches. Just kneel on the floor and suck me, bitch. And she thought of the wives of those few who had the guts and the means to ask or demand that their partners be as compliant. Of the women who would end up that night bound and dominated as she had been. Their pussies explored and violated. Their tits abused. Their assholes rent with all manner of degrading objects. Then she turned to look at Jack's crotch and the stiff tent between his legs, knowing at that moment that the night's activities weren't over, and that their audience would indeed see her again drowning in a gusher of cum, and twisting in a net of pain and pleasure. She looked at his growing erection and knew that their home life would never be the same. That he would want this often, and she would need it often. And damn the consequences, because if god didn't want people to do it, he wouldn't have made it feel this good. She felt a touch of dread growing in her but let the aggression stamp it out. Jack could try and break her and she welcomed the challenge, but in being out of control she had the power. And she knew that she'd always possess it, even when she let him possess her. So she turned and breathed a simple answer back to him, "Yes." The End 14 Days To Redemption "How many is that, slut?" he growled at her, the power coursing through his veins. Of course she didn't know; he'd forgotten to tell her to count. "Since you've failed to count, we'll have to do this again later today. Perhaps then you'll understand what is expected of you." He let his hand rest on her ass, feeling the heat. Her pussy lay just inches away. Why the hell not, he thought. I own her. Might as well start acting like it. Slowly, he let his fingers trail down to the entrance to her slut hole. Her felt her body stiffen beneath him as she twisted around to look at him; it was immoral for anything to go in there except his penis and her tampons. Too bad. Making sure she was looking, he fingered her pussy lips for a moment before plunging his middle finger far inside her hole. Surprisingly, she was very hot and very wet. Evidently, the spanking had been much more pleasurable than she'd let on. Enjoying the way she squirmed in his grasp, he continued to explore her pussy with his fingers, pushing two and then three inside her in an effort to see just how flexible her cunt could be. As she wiggled upon him, Jack became aware that his cock was threatening to burst his zipper. A good time, he thought, to make a point and get some relief. Uncaringly, he pulled his fingers from his wife's muff and pushed her to the floor. As she angrily struggled to right herself, he just pulled her to a kneeling position and pointed at his crotch. From the look on her face, she had finally begun to realize that she was in for a long, long two weeks. Despite that realization, he still had to pull her hands up and place them on his crotch. For Jack, getting a blowjob from Kelli had been like pulling teeth. She'd only let him cum in her mouth on rare occasions, usually when they'd been drinking. And the only time she would swallow his cum would be on his birthday and on their anniversary. "You might as well meet your new master for the next few weeks," he told her, looking down into her eyes, and then down further to her tantalizing cleavage. He didn't know what he wanted more, to get his lips on her tits, or to get her lips on his dick. He knew what would bother her most, though. "Unzip my pants. That's right," he commanded, watching closely as her trembling hands complied. "Undo the belt and the buttons. Good. Now reach inside my shorts and pull my cock out." When her hand touched his cock, Jack thought he might explode right all over her. "This, my dear, is going to be your new boss." He smiled when she looked around the room, especially at the open window. "Don't worry about anyone seeing you. And if they do, so what? A woman worshipping a man's cock is only natural. In fact, now's a good time to kiss it. Right on the head." Jack looked down and enjoyed the sight of his wife kissing, licking and sucking his cock in broad daylight, something he'd never seen before. As hard as he was, and as turned on as he was, he knew that he couldn't let her go on for much longer. To be continued... Note: This is a previously written story, which was published on a long-forgotten site that is long-gone. Your comments are welcome.