10 comments/ 75536 views/ 4 favorites The Thankless Job By: LaPatitMort For the twenty-forth workday in four weeks, I was working and cursing my boundless stupidity in taking on the job of building a downstairs bedroom and bathroom suite for the Jaminsons' multi-million dollar home. Hell, I was in my early sixties. I had retired in my fifties from the electronics industry with a small fortune. I was going to enjoy life and keep it simple. Granted my wife of twenty-five years didn't want that so she soon left me and took half of my small fortune. Still I had no reason to work like this and put up with the endless, baseless complaints of Jon Jaminson's bored beautiful late twenties trophy wife. ------------------------ After my divorce I visited my youngest son in Portland. He was having trouble getting ahead and was the only family member who really cared about me. For something to do, I stayed and started building him a simple house so he could get out of apartment living and build some equity. Turned out I was good at building and built quite a good business and reputation over the next years. I always built for myself, on spec and my houses were always sold before completion until the current economic down turn. Jon Jaminson was a big wig on the West Coast for Coca Cola. I had met him at a business awards dinner and liked him instantly. Somehow, he had convinced me to build his dream suite. I told him how I worked and he had promised and promised that I would be left alone to work at my own pace, with my own people and build the quality product that I interpreted from his blueprints. I remember his words, "Rod, Britney and I will not even be there until the work in completed. We have other homes and will be staying on the East Coast through the summer and fall." "Ok, Jon, I just wanted to make it clear that I've never done construction for anyone except myself. Like you, I'm use to doing things my way, not having people look over my shoulder and I do not need the money." By the time I started the project, Britney and Rod had had some problems and only she was staying at the house. She is the kind of woman who would get out of the shower to go pee. She came from money, went to finishing school, got a degree from daddy's alma mater, had never held a job and had never done house work. The hired help do not like her because she is bitchy and bored. God is she beautiful though. Flowing red hair, 5'6", 130 pounds of natural 35, 23, 35, perfectly manicured and exudes sex. Britney had taken to daily invading "my space" to give me suggestions, offering redesign ideas, complaining about the mess and taking away any pleasure I had in the job. She would stand in the way and talk incessantly in her practiced condescending tones. One day I was the only one on the job site and was constructing the 6'x6' copper pan base for the walk-in shower. The room was just roughed out in studs with exposed plumbing and temporary supporting straps. "This is shabby work. Look at all these loose straps. Do you know what you are doing? What am I paying you for such crap?" On and on she went. Finally, I had had enough. While Britney rattled on I picked up three fifteen-inch long zip-ties. She was so surprised when I grabbed her left wrist and zipped it to an open stud; she froze long enough for me to do the same to her right wrist on the adjacent wall. "What are you doing you asshole?" I just knelt down, pushed her right ankle to the same stud that her right wrist was zipped to and fastened it to the stud also. She was screaming at me now. "Untie me this instant. What are you doing? I'll ruin you." Her eyes widened and had fear in them when I stuffed my cleanest handkerchief into her mouth. It smelled of construction adhesive. I was still holding her face in my rough hand when I stood and pushed her tight to the open studs with my body and stared down into her eyes. "Listen, Little Girl. I'm the best at this there is. I'm going to build you the best bedroom suite in the city. You'll be able to show off to all your rich friends. Just stay quiet, stay out of my way and you will love the results." She struggled and still looked arrogant through her fear and watery eyes. "Little Girl, there is just you and me here. Your word against mine. I don't need this job and would be happy for you to fire me." My cock was responding and she could feel it hardening as my hips pressed hard against her belly. The arrogance melted from her eyes. Something else was there but I could not place it. She quit struggling. "Do we have an understanding?" She nodded, "Yes." I retrieved a set of dykes and said, "Good, now leave me alone and let me do my work so you will have a beautiful bathroom to bathe that beautiful body of yours in." I snipped the zip-tie on her left hand in time with my last word. Then I released her ankle and then her right hand. She took the handkerchief from her mouth and handed it to me. For my own enjoyment I slowly looked over her entire body, reached for the handkerchief and brought it to my nose and inhaled. "I'll bet other parts of you get as wet and sweet as your mouth." For the moment she was shocked and defeated. She stumbled past me. I did not see her the rest of the day or the next two days or the weekend. On Monday, I had a big crew working. Someone had parked behind Britney's BMW sports car and she came into the work-area. "Mr. Thomas would you please have someone move the truck that is blocking my car? I have to go to a luncheon." "I'm sorry Mrs. Jamison. Yes, I'll have it moved immediately and can I give you both a compliment and a thank you." She looked puzzled but so very sexy and desirable. "Yes." "First, you are stunning today. The snooty old society bitties will be eating their hearts out when you show up." I waited for her blush and discomfort from my sincere compliment to have its full affect before I added, "And, thank you, for giving my crew and me the space to work for the last few days. By next week, I hope you will drop by and let me show you the progress we are making." "I would like that." She was off in a whirlwind - a little confused but back on her pedestal. About two weeks later, Portland was having one of its few one hundred degree days. I had sent the crew home by three p.m. and was finishing clean-up before looking for my shirt and heading home for a much-needed shower. In white shorts, white sandals and a white blouse tied at the waist, Britney's tanned body and sun-glassed eyes brought an instantly sex-charged air into the half sheet-rocked suite. "Mr. Thomas, you were right there has been a lot of progress." "Mrs. Jamison, please call me Rod. I'm glad you noticed. Let me show you around your two rooms." She was attentive as I told her about waiting for inspections, expected deliveries of granite, marble, tile and cabinetry. She noticed a fogged window." "You have a good eye. Yes, that arrived from the factory damaged. We installed it in hopes of putting in a temporary air conditioner. The new window is three weeks out." She was already starting to sweat in the heat. Her eyes went to the graying hair on my chest and she said, "You have a lean toned body for an ....." "For an old guy, Mrs. Jamison? Thank you. That is why I do this - to tire my body out, have something to occupy my time and make beautiful rooms for beautiful women." She blushed again. "I'll bet you have lots of those in your life." "No, not now. Too busy to look." She stood closer than she needed to, extended her hand and said, "You are doing a beautiful job. Truce?" "Thank you. Yes, truce." When I let go of her hand she ran it up through the sweat soaked hair on my chest and brought her fingers to her lips. Her tongue flicked out and tasted the wetness. "Hmmm, salty." I groaned, closed my eyes imagining touching her and said, "I've been told that several parts of me are salty and satisfying." Britney turned, sashayed her hips to the door, looked over her shoulder and said, "I bet they are." The next day was even hotter. By noon I was working alone in the suite with the French doors open onto the deck overlooking the pool. Britney walked out of the house to swim and sunbathe. She saw me watching her and walked over. "Do you still see me as a "Little Girl," Mr. Thomas?" "Rod, Mrs. Jamison." She let her short robe fall to the dusty floor. Her yellow designer bikini was perfect. I looked directly between her legs for any sign of a hair. She had to be completely hairless. "Well, Mr. Thomas, do I look like a "Little Girl"?" I think my voice cracked when I answered, "No, Mrs. Jamison you look like a grown woman who would keep a man's senses on edge for a lifetime." "Your senses, too, Mr. Thomas?" "Yes, Mrs. Jaminson, especially, my senses." She swayed her hips with her hands hanging loosely at her sides, "Which senses, Mr. Thomas?" "Mostly my taste buds, Mr. Jamison. I'm a very oral man." "Oh, I like that Mr. Thomas." With that she turned and walked to a chaise lounge by the pool and lay down to sun. About an hour later I had everything wrapped up for the day and walked over to her. "Mrs. Jamison, I'm quitting for today. My crew and I will start again promptly at eight in the morning." "I thought you had already left." "No, I had to wait for my hardon to go down, Mrs. Jamison." Rod, please, call me Britney. If we are going to talk openly about being oral and having a hardon, we should be on a first name basis." "I'm not sure about that, Mrs. Jamison. It may be too one sided. I don't know your reaction or what Jon might say." "Jon and I are separated. He only needs his work. This will be only my house." "I was more interested in whether you were wet or not." She did not miss a beat. "I'm hot." "Sweaty and salty, you mean? Not turned on, oral or slippery under that tiny piece of yellow?" "I don't know what you mean Mr. Thomas, or should I say Professor Thomas?" "Little Girl, have you been checking up on me? For such insolence and teasing the teacher might have to discipline you." "What would the mean Old Professor make the Little Girl do?" She was good at the verbal banter and teasing but I doubted that she was as wild as she was indicating. I leaned over her, casting a shadow on her eyes and body. When I pulled the strings on either side of her hips, she inhaled sharply and said, "The servants are in the house." "Don't they work for you?" With that I pushed a finger between the folds of her cleanly waxed pussy. She was wet. She opened her knees a little more and her clit popped into view. I added another finger. After four or five long smooth strokes into her, I put my thumb over her clit. I was still leaning over her. Just my one arm was hanging down so my fingers could explore. Within thirty seconds, her hands came up and grasped my arm tightly. She sat partially up and her face was pressed to my bicep. She was racing toward a much-needed release. Her hips began to thrust and her tongue slipped out and began to lick at my sweaty skin. Another thirty seconds of my active fingers pressing into her g-spot and thrusting while my thumb rubbed her slippery juices in circles over her clit and she began to moan and tighten around my arm. Each time I withdrew my fingers, Britney's cunt nursed trying to suck them back deeper inside. When I obliged and pushed, her pussy's lips noisily squished juices down her thighs and onto the lounge. Beautifully, her body began to tremble and continued through one climax. I did not let her come down. Instead, I pushed her back, knelt at the foot of the chase, leaned over and sucked her clit while my fingers continued to thrust into her. Her legs rose, closed around my head and her hips bucked up against me. Her second climax was just as juice filled as the first. My face was flooded and my taste buds were soaring with her magnificent sweetness. One mighty growl signaled that she was finished for now, her hands held my head still wanting me to stop licking and fingering her. Reluctantly, I let her come down slowly. I watched her. Soon her eyes popped open. They were sparkling and playful so I stood and said, "Take my cock out and return the favor." "I don't do that. Why should I?" I leaned forward and closed one set of fingers and thumb over her left nipple and the other set over her clit. In time with my words I tightened my grips. "Because I told you to. Because you want to. Because I am going to make you. Because it is going to hurt even more if you don't." I doubt if she knew which hurt the most, her pinched nipple or her pinched clit. Her clit was still pulsing from her climax. She resisted just a moment and I pinched harder. A little whimper escaped as she sat up, reached for my zipper and deafly untwisted my cock from its prison. It quickly hardened to its full length and precum glistened across the helmet. Britney had both hands on me and leaned forward. I could feel her taking the measure of me. Just before she pushed my helmet through her slightly closed lips, she licked at the tip, said, "Damn" and sucked me into her hot mouth. Maybe she really didn't suck cock. I thrust gently into her mouth until she got the idea of using her mouth like her cunt. When I stopped she was bobbing her head onto me. Her tongue flicked around the ridge naturally. Twice she went too deep and gagged a little. "Relax your throat and tongue, Little Girl. Swallow when my cock goes deep." She tensed when she slipped the tip of my cock barely into her throat for the first time. I groaned; so she repeated what she had learned. Deeper this time. "Keep going, Little Girl. You are good at this and getting better. Put your hand on my balls or belly so you will know when I am close." I moaned and bragged on her for two more minutes, until I knew I could not take any more. "When I cum swallow every drop and keep sucking." She started to object, but chose to stay quiet when I put a hand gently on the back of her head and pulled at a handful of her hair. Her rhythm was perfect. My first shot puddled in her mouth; my second, by her choice, was deep in her throat; the third was rewarded by feeling her swallow. I may have pumped more, I don't remember, I was struggling to stand, breathe and get my IQ above zero again. When I could not take any more of her sucking, I pulled out of Britney's mouth with a loud pop and knelt down between her legs again. I hugged her sweaty body to me and kissed her. Her mouth tasted of my cum and I know she could taste her pussy on mine. She and I were quiet when I pulled back, wiped some extra cum from her chin and rubbed it on her breasts and belly. "Thank you my beautiful, Little Girl. You are magnificent. An "A" student. With every cell in my body, I want to make love with you. To be inside of you and watch you cum. To watch your body fly and to please you. But I have to know you want that as much as I do." I got my wilting cock back into my pants and pulled Britney up. Hand in hand, she followed me, back into the new rooms, through the house and to the front door. She only had her bikini top on but was not worried about the hired help any more. "Come to me tomorrow after I work and lead me into your shower. Let me be clean for you. Let me please you for hours." I thought she was enjoying the thought but she said, "I can't. I have to be gone all day." Could she be having second thoughts? "I understand Pretty One. If ever you want to, come to me." Britney started to speak. I put my fingers to her lips. "Go bathe now, Britney. Think about today. Your body knows what it wants; it told me. But with a man like me you will have to decide if you can submit to my desires and my drives. You cannot bully me. I will discipline you and fuck you into unconsciousness, if you try." Her body still had an afterglow about it when I closed the door behind me. Her posture had bristled at the word "submit" and her eyes showed distain when the word "discipline" was used. She had not thought things through yet. Later in her bath, Britney would realize that she had asked for discipline and received it to learn to suck my cock. She would touch her tender tortured nipple and feel her pussy tingle and flow from remembering the pain she had felt. As she soaked, she would have to admit that she had submitted and liked it. With Rod there would be danger, risks and she would not be able to control the limits. That made her even wetter. She pushed two fingers into her pussy and rubbed her thumb around her clit, remembering how he had done it. What would he have her do? What would he do to her? Would it always be thrilling and pleasurable? She started to cum. When she thought, "Would it hurt?" she squirted into the warm bubble bath and trembled. She dozed off with the thought, "I have never trembled before today." ---------------------------------- True to her word, Britney did not come to me on Thursday. She was not home all day. Friday, she was home for a while but still she did not come to me. The weekend and then the Monday holiday, she did not call or come to me. I'm too old to wait long. Her body was magical and her taste was worth years of my life. But she was not surrendering. It was too much of a change after twenty-nine years of being a spoiled princess. On Tuesday, four guys and I were working the bath and bedroom of her new addition. I owed her a bill for a progress payment. The room would be a show place like I had hoped. About noon, a lovely, less than five-foot tall contortionist/stripper I know brought lunch for all of us. She was dating one of my crew. We had been an item for a short while and she still flirted mercilessly with me. When she left, she jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me passionately. She rubbed my cock as she slipped out of my arms and whispered, "Remember me?" I whispered back, "Yes, I do, Tina. It has been more than three years, but I still dream about positions to get that body of yours into and licking you until you scream." I noticed Britney watching from an upstairs window. Secretly, I hoped she was jealous. I should not have wished for that. After my crew left, an uptight Britney cornered me, "How many women do you see at a time?" "Little Girl, I've been waiting for you to come to me since last week." "Fuck you. I want you out of here. You are fired." "I've missed you too. I'll send you a closing bill, the blueprints and anything else that I have to help you get another contractor." "No, bring all that by tomorrow at four. I'll pay you off then." I did not like the sound of that but I was happy to be out of the drama. As I was ready to drive away one of the maids flagged me down. "Mr. Thomas, she goes crazy like this before her period each month. She has fired all of us before. We all like you and your crew. You are making everything so pretty. Please give her time. She will come around." "Thank you, Maria. No, I'm too old to put up with hormonal bitches again. If she is lucky, she will find someone to tame her." "You tamed her pretty good last week. We all watched from the window. You have a big dick, Mr. Thomas. I bet you really know how to use it. We all would like to see that." "Thanks again. Mrs. Jaminson is a beautiful young woman. I like her but she is too high maintenance for me. Tell everyone I said, "Goodbye"." I was running way early the next day and decided to try to drop everything off at three instead of four. A technical set-up TV crew was leaving, two cars were moved around the block and I saw three people go into the house. I waited until closer to four and called on my cell phone. "Hello." "Mrs. Jamison, this is Rod Thomas. Are you still expecting me at four today?" "Yes, I'm here alone waiting for you. I have your check." The Thankless Job Ch. 02 True to her word, Britney did not come to me on Thursday. She was not home all day. Friday, she was home for a while but still she did not come to me. The weekend and then the Monday holiday, she did not call or come to me. I'm too old to wait long. Her body was magical and her taste was worth years of my life. But she was not surrendering. It was too much of a change after twenty-nine years of being a spoiled princess. On Tuesday, four guys and I were working the bath and bedroom of her new addition. I owed her a bill for a progress payment. The room would be a show place like I had hoped. About noon, a lovely, less than five-foot tall contortionist/stripper I know brought lunch for all of us. She was dating one of my crew. We had been an item for a short while and she still flirted mercilessly with me. When she left, she jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me passionately. She rubbed my cock as she slipped out of my arms and whispered, "Remember me?" I whispered back, "Yes, I do, Tina. It has been more than three years, but I still dream about positions to get that body of yours into and licking you until you scream." I noticed Britney watching from an upstairs window. Secretly, I hoped she was jealous. I should not have wished for that. After my crew left, an uptight Britney cornered me, "How many women do you see at a time?" "Little Girl, I've been waiting for you to come to me since last week." "Fuck you. I want you out of here. You are fired." "I've missed you too. I'll send you a closing bill, the blueprints and anything else that I have to help you get another contractor." "No, bring all that by tomorrow at four. I'll pay you off then." I did not like the sound of that but I was happy to be out of the drama. As I was ready to drive away one of the maids flagged me down. "Mr. Thomas, she goes crazy like this before her period each month. She has fired all of us before. We all like you and your crew. You are making everything so pretty. Please give her time. She will come around." "Thank you, Maria. No, I'm too old to put up with hormonal bitches again. If she is lucky, she will find someone to tame her." "You tamed her pretty good last week. We all watched from the window. You have a big dick, Mr. Thomas. I bet you really know how to use it. We all would like to see that." "Thanks again. Mrs. Jaminson is a beautiful young woman. I like her but she is too high maintenance for me. Tell everyone I said, "Goodbye"." I was running way early the next day and decided to try to drop everything off at three instead of four. A technical set-up TV crew was leaving, two cars were moved around the block and I saw three people go into the house. I waited until closer to four and called on my cell phone. "Hello." "Mrs. Jamison, this is Rod Thomas. Are you still expecting me at four today?" "Yes, I'm here alone waiting for you. I have your check." "A family emergency has arisen. I will not be able to come by at four. I will send one of my guys over with all the materials I promised. Will you please send your final check to my office?" She pitched a fit on the phone. I watched from across the street while her witnesses left and the TV crew removed their equipment. Britney was cursing loud enough for the neighbors to hear. After two weeks, I had no check. One morning I called and left a message. "Mrs. Jamison, this is Rod Thomas. I hope you have found a good contractor and everything is progressing well. Maybe you overlooked mailing my check. Please, get your payment to me this week or I'll have to file a construction lien on the property." After lunch I had a message on my desk, "Mrs. Jamison asked that you stay in your office until six tonight. She is bringing your check here. P.S. the nasty bitch called you an asshole -- you should have the cops here." I had had enough of Mrs. Jamison. I would be ready. Ten till six, Britney slammed the door of her BMW and took long strides toward my office door. She had one hand in her purse. When she came through the door, I saw the butt of a revolver sticking out of the back of her hand so I dropped her with 50,000 volts from our office taser. Her purse spilled on the floor as she fell, out-cold on the floor. I picked up the gun and all her junk, bound her and gagged her. Luckily she did have the check. I left a note with the check, Diane, Please deposit attached check. Make out payroll and pay everyone. I'm going to use the big box truck and take some furniture to the cabin. I'll be fishing for a few days. Call on cell if you need me. See you Monday. Have a great weekend, Rod I did have furniture in the box truck but there was also enough room to drive Britney's BMW into the truck. On the way to my cabin was a construction site that we stopped work on while we were still working on the foundation. I took a full day to bury the BMW below where the slab would be poured in about a week. Then I headed on to the cabin. I had not bothered to untie Britney to feed her or anything else. She had peed all over herself and had cried for half the thirty-eight hours since she brought me her check and gun. The cabin is a nice 1600 square foot, log structure, remote and difficult to find. No one I know, has been to it. Cell service was one or two bars at best - often no bars. I cut Britney's smelly clothes off her, doused her in the small lake and burned her clothes and belongings, except her cell phone and credit cards. I had thrown the gun in a river we passed, two hours ago. She was shivering, hungry, stiff and exhausted. I had a three-time looser female friend that owed me big time. I covered for her on a felony so she could avoid life in the pen and could stay with her kids. I called her. "Dotty, I need you to do something for me and you need a vacation. Put on a long red wig and ................." I told her in two days at four pm, to call a taxi from a phone booth, have it meet her at Britney's and for her to take it to the airport and fly to Mexico for a week. That a cell phone and credit cards would be there waiting for her under the name of Britney Jaminson. I also told Dotty to loose all the ID stuff and fly back using the cash and a fake ID and passport that I would put in the package. I prepared a can of chili for Britney. Enticed her security codes from her with the food, then put the bowl on the floor and had her get down and eat it with just her mouth. Her hands and feet were still bound and hurting mightily. She licked the bowl clean and was a mess again. I took her back to the lake and threw her in to splash around, shit and clean up the best she could while I used her blackberry to purchase tickets, set up reservations, notify all her friends and tell her divorce attorney where she was going. Now, I was ready to deal with Britney. She was wet and shivering in the cool mountain air when I pushed her down onto a stump, lit a fire, handcuffed her to a chain around the stump and started talking to her while I cut away the tape that was binding her. "Listen carefully Britney. The woman you saw jump on me, dates one of my workers. She is not my lover. She is a stripper at a local club and very friendly as you saw. You flipped out and tried to hurt my reputation and then tried to come to my office and shoot me. You're nuts. Blame it on hormones if you want, but you are nuts. I cannot trust you and I have not decided yet what I am going to do to protect myself from you. However, while you are here, you are officially in Mexico on vacation. I called in and stayed at the cabin for another week. During my call, I asked Diane, "Did the crazy woman call or cause any more trouble?" "Haven't heard from her but her check was good." "That's great. I'm going to stay here another week just in case. She ranted and raved when she dropped the check off. You know where I am, if you need me." Over the previous weekend and during the next week, Britney and I talked. She went through her period. I made her space into a large secure room. It had no windows but a chemical toilet, secure door, two-foot-thick log walls, vaulted ceiling, skylights and heavy split log floor. The furnishings were comfortable. No metal of any sort. I stocked MREs, irradiated plastic packaged foods from Wal-Mart, bottled water, flannel shirts and jeans for her. I softened enough to add a brush, toothbrush and shower shoes. I liked Britney. She was easy to talk too and seemed to be enjoying my company by the end of that week. "Britney, I won't be back for five days. I'll bring some stuff back with me to make you more comfortable. You can use the towel-etts for cleaning until I return. For a while, you will only be able to shower when I am here." "What if you don't come back or someone else finds me while you are gone?" "In the first case I guess you will starve. In the second, ask whoever finds you." I left her crying. When I returned a week later she had laid a trap for me using the chemical toilet. I saw her through a peephole flap above the door that she did not know about. I tasered her through that same peephole. I had her cuffed to the bed when she woke up. "You are not the brightest bulb in the box are you? Look at all that stuff in the next room that I brought for you. You won't get it for another week, at least." She relaxed and we began to talk again -- all day Saturday. Why was she so crazy? "Anyone asking about me?" "No, you are in Mexico, remember?" "What's going to happen to me?" "Officially, you will check out of your small town hotel in Mexico and begin driving to the Zihuatanejo International Airport. Your rental car will be found, but you will never be found. The newspapers will guess that you were taken and used by bandits, then killed. In a month or two, no one will be looking for you. Tears were flowing freely. "How about my life, all my stuff, all my dreams?" "You gave all that away by being so nasty to everyone. You tried to take all that away from me because of something you made up in your head. If you live, somehow, you must carve out a new, real life for yourself where you are nicer to everyone." "Nice to who, you?" "I'm all you have right now." "How stupid, be nice to my jailer." "No, how stupid, not being nice to the person who should have killed you and disposed of you a week ago. Don't you realize all that is playing out in Mexico could be played out if you were really dead? I'm not sure why I'm doing so much to take care of you. I guess I like you or I'm a glutton for abuse. You certainly have not earned what you are getting." She started to say something nasty again. I restocked her room, locked her in and drove back home a day early. I never said goodbye or when, or even if, I would return. The next Friday night her hair was combed and she sat quietly on the bed when I opened her door. "Hi, Britney. You are as beautiful as ever." "I wasn't sure you were coming back. I was frightened all week." "Maybe this weekend and next week will go better for you." "What do you want from me? Do you want me to surrender to being your sexual slave? Or what?" "I do not know. You are a burden and big responsibility right now. If I gave you four choices -- live with you ex in a foreign country under situations like this; be sold into slavery; live like this here with me; or die. Which would you choose?" "Those are my only choices?" "For now, that is all I can think of." "Of course, the first one. Jon wouldn't take me back and certainly couldn't keep me captive." "He really loved you. I think he would take you back after I taught him how to keep you under lock and key in a country that would help and allow him to kill you or sell you if you caused trouble." "You really hate me, don't you?" "You know better. I've told you how you entice me and how I was hoping you would come to me before you flipped out. You are getting close again. I think you will flip out three days before your period and then use that anger to stay mad most of the month. I think that is your way and you go with it each month and don't fight it or take balancing hormones. I think you find some identity and power when you flip out and intimidate people around you." "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard." "Maybe. Let's change the subject or not talk. I'm really tired tonight. We'll have a few days to talk this trip." After a week of silence, Britney still did not have anything to say. I guess I would be self-centered under the same circumstances, but she started self-centered and now was totally so. The next morning, I brought a hot breakfast to Britney. Her room smelled of pussy and her body was dirty. "Played with yourself last night. I hope it was a wonderful satisfying fantasy. It makes sense that you would be horny if your period is close." "Go fuck yourself." "Today, I'm going to bathe you and begin building a shower in your room for the future. I've never tasted a woman who tasted better when you are clean, without perfume smells." She started to curse me again, but I guess it did not seem to fit with my compliment. "Please, enjoy breakfast. I'll eat in the other room, so as not to anger you." "Would you eat in here with me?" "Come on Britney, let's both eat at the kitchen table." She ate, eyed the metal utensils, the layout, the door and windows. "Little Girl, don't risk losing your little freedom by challenging me again. I'm trying to let up and be nicer to you." For the next hour, we ate and talked. "Want to help me clean-up after breakfast?" "No. That is what maids are for." She sat looking bored while I cleaned up. Later I got her into the shower in my bedroom, stripped her and watched while she bathed. "You really want some of this pussy don't you?" "Do you really want some of this cock?" She rubbed her clit and pushed two fingers into herself. "Not if you were the last man on earth." I watched as she taunted me, got close, couldn't cum and quit in frustration. I had brought more feminine clothing this time. She like the shorts, sandals and halter-top. "How did you know my sizes?" "I cared. I looked when we were enjoying each others company during better times." She was quiet while she dressed in front of me. "Want to go out for a walk in the woods?" "Aren't you afraid I will run away?" "Not too worried. A city girl in the high mountains wouldn't last long. Besides you will only have shower shoes and I'm going to chain your waist to mine." "Asshole." "Wouldn't it be better if you insulted me after you enjoyed your outing?" I always became a big kid in the out-of-doors. I pointed out the squirrels, the hawks, the bugs and the fish in our stream. She tried to look uninterested and bored but I think my enthusiasm was growing on her. We stayed out for a long time. About sunset, I pulled her to me and said, "I still want you." "I'm your captive. You can force yourself on me and rape me anytime you want." "Not what I want." She stepped close. Her hair's fresh scent filled my nose and my hands went to the side of her face. She tilted her head toward me and I kissed her, forgetting to be vigilant. Her rock wasn't big enough. Oh, it hurt and I saw stars but its loud thump on my hard skull just made me mad. Very, very mad. I threw her down. Ripped her new shorts away, flipped her face down onto a large jagged rock and pushed my pants down. My cock was rock hard. She was wet and I raped her. Just like she said. My thighs slapped into her ass and I spanked her with each thrust leaving red handprints on her ass, legs and lower back. When she struggled I filled one hand with her hair, pulled and continued my assault, battery and rape. She started to cum. "Damn you, Britney. Don't you dare cum." I erupted in her while she was still riding high. I sat back and she turned to sit facing me. I felt like shit. She knew it and fought dirty. "I knew you would eventually rape me. I knew that is why you kept me here. I knew you wanted a sex slave. I knew......" I reached out and slapped her face hard and she went down. Soon she rolled and looked at me but did not sit up. "You win Britney. I'll make a decision about what to do with you. I'll get you out of my life and maybe you can survive in another situation." I stood, pulled my pants up and pulled her up with the chain, turned my back on her and started walking back to the cabin. In the cabin I pushed her into her room, locked her in and went to clean up and wash the bloody cut on the side of my head. A few times the next day, I heard her call out to me but I ignored it and went about my business. I had turned all my work over to others and officially retired from everything. Britney did not know that. Now, my home was wherever I wanted it to be. I had to decide what to do about the albatross around my neck. Day after day, went mostly like that. I did not try to talk to Britney. I finished her shower and toilet. She could live forever now in her room, as long as I kept it stocked for her. I felt sorry for my would-be assassin. I was ashamed. I had actually raped her. She came but that was no consolation. I had no desire to play, seduce or have fun with her. I only had a desire to escape from her. One morning I left early to talk to her ex, my contacts in South America and a black-market pharmacist. Her ex was with another woman now; South America was possible but I would have to relinquish total control and never check on her again; I got the pills I wanted. "Britney, I'm coming in to your room, we have to talk. She looked worse than I felt. You can help me decide your fate. I kept you alive instead of killing you like you tried to do to me. Now, we have a problem. Your ex has moved on and is with another woman. There are several places around the globe where we could place you but we have no control of what would happen to you -- you might be forced to be a hooker in filthy conditions or you might become someone's treasured wife and property. We have no control. You would have to make the best of whatever happened." I put two pills on the table. "You could take these and not wake up in the morning. I have no other ideas. You can put in your two cents or I'll decide without you." She was staring at the two pills -- in shock. The reality was finally setting in. "What happened to the option of staying here? How about you letting me go?" "I could not trust you in either case. You have proven that, time and again." "Give me another chance. Let me stay here. I'll do anything you want." "At a minimum you will have to take low dose hormones to level you out." "So you can poison me?" "Britney, I provide you every bit of food you eat, every drop of water that you drink. Don't you think I already have plenty of opportunities to poison you? For a smart woman you talk a lot of times before you think. I would never have a day of peace with you. You know the options. We'll talk again tomorrow." The next morning I unlocked her door and called out, "Breakfast time Britney. Come on out and eat at the table." She came out, hair combed, clean, totally nude. "I'll be good Rod. I'll take any pill you want me to take. I'll do anything you want; let me stay with you. You can do anything you want to me, just don't send me into some unknown. Please." "For now, things will stay the same. Sit down, eat. I have a killer head ache and it has your name on it." "Don't you still find me attractive? Don't you want me?" "You are as desirable as ever, but I do not know if I want you." I went outside, leaving her alone in the house. When I came back in she was holding a knife, pulling at her chain. She had not eaten. "The chain's key is in the drawer next to the refrigerator." The Thankless Job Ch. 02 Like a flash she got the key and freed herself. I went back outside and walked down to the lake. I heard her come out of the house. I did not care where she was. If she disappeared, I would too. My money was mostly in foreign banks now. In a couple of hours I returned to the house and was surprised to find Britney on the couch. All of the knives were back in the block. "I'm sane right now, Rod. Will you let me talk to you?" "Sure." "I've often thought I was mentally ill because of what I would do and how I treated people. I have often regretted what I did but I tried to run everyone away so I would have no one to torture. Then I would go nuts again and strike out and like it. In my entire life I have never been turned on as much as you have turned me on with your strength and control. When I felt that, I was ashamed and knew I was really sick. I came so hard when you raped me, I almost passed out. I have dreamed of that dozens of times. I know I am really sick. I do not want to hurt you but I enjoy receiving some physical pain from you. I have tried to force you to give me what I want without telling you that I wanted it. You decide what pill to give me. I will take it, every day, to prove to you that I want to be with you." "Take off the robe and come to me." "It's cold." I stayed quiet. What did she have in the pockets? Under the robe? Hidden behind her? A light seemed to come on behind her beautiful green eyes. She stood and took the robe off, stepped out of her shoes, turned all the way around, showed me inside her mouth, spread her ass cheeks and opened her pussy's lips for me. "I'm here Rod. I'm telling you the truth. Anything you want? Just satisfy me." I stood and stripped for her. She had never really seen me naked. I led her to the kitchen table and stretched her out, face down with her legs still on the ground. "Watch me, Britney." She turned her head when I went to the refrigerator and took out the celery, the carrots and the butter and laid them by her face. She lost sight of me when I went behind her, spread the cheeks of her ass and parted her pussy. I knelt down and began to lick her. She first moaned when I stuck my tongue into her cunt and wiggled it. She moaned again when I did the same to her asshole. She groaned when I stood and pushed my cock between her pussy's lips and half way into her belly. She was moving her hips slightly back to meet me when I picked up the celery. She did not imagine it would be my whip when I slapped it against her hot cheeks, thrust again, then slapped the cold stalk against her back. "Again," she said. I laid the celery on her back, spread her wider and worked my cock into her until I hit bottom and she winced when I tried to get the last inch in and her cervix was in the way. I set up a steady pace of thrusting in and out of her hot sheath and picked up the celery again. Slap, swish, slap, swish, slap. Pieces of celery were flying about the kitchen. Britney's back was reddening and welts started to rise. My dick was as hard as it had ever been. I must have expected that she would turn on me any second. I did not need to cum. I scooped butter and packed her other hole with it. She flinched at its coldness. Her eyes were big when I retrieved the largest carrot and started to work the large end into her ass. "Ever had anything up here?" "Only a finger." "You said, anything I want?" "Yes." Slowly she opened and the carrot began to disappear and rub against the head of my thrusting cock through her thin membranes. I held the carrot against my belly and fucked her two holes with my two cocks. "Oh, my God. Yes, fuck me." "I will. Suck another one." I pushed another carrot into her mouth and she sucked. Her eyes closed and her cunt was beginning to spasm. I changed the angle so the head of my cock would push into her g-spot with every thrust. She was enjoying the steady, even, smooth stimulation and the fantasy of three cocks. She was not ready when I retrieved the celery and began to whip her again. Britney spread her legs wider. The tip of my cock pressed harder into her cervix's opening. She liked the pressure. She searched for it when I withdrew and then pushed across her spot, paused and eased as much of my cock into her as she could take. Then she would push back causing her own pain. Each time I could feel her inside mouth open a little wider to kiss the head of my cock. I let go of the carrot and she sucked more of it into her ass. I also watched her take most of the other one into her throat. Instead of pulling back this time I pushed even harder and felt my helmet stretch her insides making room for my entire cock. Britney screamed, pushed the carrot deep into her throat and could not breathe. Her body convulsed for air. She would not pull it out. She wanted me to. I leaned forward, bottoming my cock in her cunt and driving the carrot to disappear into her ass. Her face was dark red when I pulled the carrot from her throat. She gasped filling her lungs with air and then exhaled noisily, cuming again from the stretching pain in her cunt. Then she made no sound but her belly was spasming around my cock. Her cervix's tiny mouth was nursing and I began to cum, feeding fed it with squirts of sperm. I had cum but I was not softening. I pulled slightly away and pulled the carrot from her ass. She sighed. "Britney, you are not on the pill now." "I know. Anything you want, I will try to give you." I thrust in again, into the slick wetness that was the two of us. "You know I am falling in love with you." "Yes, I knew today when you set me free and trusted me in the house alone." "Turn around and sit on me so I can kiss you." Neither one of us guided my cock but it found its way back deep inside her as she straddled my legs and lowered her body onto me. As I kissed her neck and cupped her breasts she giggled. "What is so funny?" "You may have found a radical way to control my hormones." She giggled again. "What's so funny now?" "What if it's a girl and you have two sets of hormones to contend with?" With that I pushed her up, repositioned my cock and pulled her down again. "God, that hurts. Push harder. Push that pole up my ass." Her mouth devoured mine. Her saliva flowed into my tongue and I went wild with lust. She lowered her lips and bit my neck and I twisted her nipples. She bounced on my cock. I wanted to cum again but I just had. She took delight in my anguished face and bounced. I put her fingers on her own clit and ordered, "Rub." In moments, her anguish matched mine. Her mouth hung open and she drooled onto my chest. "I'm going to cum in your ass. Cum for me. Come with me, Britney. Now, please, now." Her arms were around my neck, she was struggling to keep bouncing on my cock when her own orgasm overtook her. For a few brief moments she had the strength to go on. My cock was jerking in her bowels and she came pushing out our combined cum from her cunt into my pubic hair. Britney went limp in my arms. I held her and knew, if only for this one moment, I had found my perfect mate. If only I could keep her together. I would please her, drink from her, put babies in her, struggle to live a long life to see her cum ten thousand times. Maybe, someday, she will let me see that she is content with me. I carried her to our bed, in our room. I covered her, watched over her and protected her. Just before I dozed off my last thought was, "I wonder if the pain of childbirth will make her cum?" The Thankless Job "A family emergency has arisen. I will not be able to come by at four. I will send one of my guys over with all the materials I promised. Will you please send your final check to my office?" She pitched a little fit. I watched from across the street while her witnesses left and the TV crew removed their equipment. Britney was cursing loud enough for the neighbors to hear. After two weeks, I had no check. One morning I called and left a message. "Mrs. Jamison, this is Rod Thomas. I hope you have found a good contractor and everything is progressing well. Maybe you overlooked mailing my check. Please, get your payment to me this week or I'll have to file a construction lien on the property." After lunch I had a message on my desk, "Mrs. Jamison asked that you stay in your office until six tonight. She is bringing your check here. P.S. the nasty bitch called you an asshole – you should have the cops here." I had had enough of Mrs. Jamison. I would be ready. Ten till six, Britney slammed the door of her BMW and took long strides toward my office door. She had one hand in her purse. When she came through the door, I saw the butt of a revolver sticking out of the back of her hand so I dropped her with 50,000 volts from our office taser. Her purse spilled on the floor as she fell, out-cold on the floor. I picked up the gun and all her junk, bound her and gagged her. Luckily she did have the check. I left a note with the check, Diane, Please deposit attached check. Make out payroll and pay everyone. I'm going to use the big box truck and take some furniture to the cabin. I'll be fishing for a few days. Call on cell if you need me. See you Monday. Have a great weekend, Rod I did have furniture in the box truck but there was also enough room to drive Britney's BMW into the truck. On the way to my cabin was a construction site that we stopped work on while we were still working on the foundation. I took a full day to bury the BMW below where the slab would be poured in about a week. Then I headed on to the cabin. I had not bothered to untie Britney to feed her or anything else. She had peed all over herself and had cried for half the thirty-eight hours since she brought me her check and gun. The cabin is a nice 1600 square foot, log structure, remote and difficult to find. No one I know has been to it. Cell service is one or two bars at best - often no bars. I cut Britney's smelly clothes off her, doused her in the small lake and burned her clothes and belongings - all except her cell phone and credit cards. I had thrown the gun in a river we passed, two hours ago. She was shivering, hungry, stiff and exhausted. I had a three-time looser female friend that owed me big time. I covered for her on a felony so she could avoid life in the pen and could stay with her kids. I called her, "Dotty, I need you to do something for me and you need a vacation. Put on a long red wig and ................." I told her in two days at four pm, to call a taxi from a phone booth, have it meet her at Britney's and for her to take it to the airport and fly to Mexico for a week. That a cell phone and credit cards would be there waiting for her under the name of Britney Jaminson. I also told Dotty to loose all the ID stuff and fly back using the cash and a passport, that I would put in the package. I prepared a can of chili for Britney; enticed her security codes from her with the food. I put it in a bowl on the floor and had her get down and eat it with just her mouth. Her hands and feet were still bound and hurting mightily. She licked the bowl clean and was a mess again. I took her back to the lake and threw her in to splash around, shit and clean up the best she could while I used her blackberry to purchase tickets, set up reservations, notify all her friends and tell her divorce attorney where she was going. Now, I was ready to deal with Britney. She was wet and shivering in the cool mountain air when I pushed her down onto a stump, lit a fire, handcuffed her to a chain around the stump and started talking to her while I cut away the tape that was binding her. "Listen carefully Britney. The woman you saw jump on me, dates one of my workers. She is not my lover. She is a stripper at a local club and very friendly as you saw. You flipped out and tried to hurt my reputation and then tried to come to my office and shoot me. You're nuts. Blame it on hormones if you want, but you are nuts. I cannot trust you and I have not decided yet what I am going to do to protect myself from you. However, while you are here, you are officially in Mexico on vacation. I called in and stayed at the cabin for another week. During my call, I asked Diane, "Did the crazy woman call or cause any more trouble?" "Haven't heard from her but her check was good." "That's great. I'm going to stay here another week just in case. She ranted and raved when she dropped the check off. You know where I am, if you need me." Over the previous weekend and during the next week, Britney and I talked. She went through her period. I made her space into a large secure room. It had no windows but a chemical toilet, secure door, two-foot-thick log walls, vaulted ceiling, skylights and heavy split log floor. The furnishings were comfortable. No metal of any sort. I stocked MREs, irradiated plastic packaged foods from Wal-Mart, bottled water, flannel shirts and jeans for her. I softened enough to add a brush, toothbrush and shower shoes. I liked Britney. She was easy to talk too and seemed to be enjoying my company too by the end of that week. "Britney, I won't be back for five days. I bring some stuff back with me to make you more comfortable. You can use the towel-ets for cleaning until I return. For a while, you will only be able to shower when I am here." "What if you don't come back or someone else finds me while you are gone?" "In the first case I guess you will starve. In the second, ask whoever finds you." I left her crying. When I returned a week later she had laid a trap for me using the chemical toilet. I saw her through a peephole flap above the door that she did not know about. I tasered her through that same peephole. I had her cuffed to the bed when she woke up. "You are not the brightest bulb in the box are you? Look at all that stuff in the next room that I brought for you. You won't get it for another week, at least." She relaxed and we began to talk again – all day Saturday. Why was she so crazy? "Anyone asking about me." "No, you are in Mexico, remember?" "What's going to happen to me?" "Officially, you will check out of your small town hotel in Mexico and begin driving to the Zihuatanejo International Airport. Your rental car will be found, but you will never be found. The newspapers will guess that you were taken and used by bandits, then killed. In a month or two, no one will be looking for you. Tears were flowing freely. "How about my life, all my stuff, all my dreams?" "You gave all that away by being so nasty to everyone. You tried to take all that away from me because of something you made up in your head. Somehow, you must carve out a new, real life for yourself where you are nicer to everyone." "Nice to who, you?" "I'm all you have right now." "How stupid, be nice to my jailer." "No, how stupid, not being nice to the person who should have killed you and disposed of you a week ago. Don't you realize all that is playing out in Mexico could be played out if you were really dead? I'm not sure why I'm doing so much to take care of you. I guess I like you or I'm a glutton for abuse. You certainly have not earned what you are getting." She started to say something nasty again. I restocked her room, locked her in and drove back home a day early. I never said goodbye or when, or even if, I would return. The next Friday night her hair was combed and she sat quietly on the bed when I opened her door. "Hi, Britney. You are as beautiful as ever." "I wasn't sure you were coming back. I was frightened all week." "Maybe this weekend and next week will go better for you." "What do you want from me? Do you want me to surrender to being your sexual slave? Or what?" "I do not know. You are a burden and big responsibility right now. If I gave you four choices – live with you ex in a foreign country under situations like this; be sold into slavery; live like this here with me; or die. Which would you choose?" "Those are my only choices?" "For now, that is all I can think of. You would have to make the best of any one of them." "Of course, the first one. Jon wouldn't take me back and certainly couldn't keep me captive." "He really loved you. I think he would take you back after I taught him how to keep you under lock and key in a country that would help and allow him to kill you or sell you if you caused trouble." "You really hate me, don't you?" "You know better. I've told you how you entice me and how I was hoping you would come to me before you flipped out. You are getting close again. I think you will flip out three days before your period and then use that anger to stay mad most of the month. I think that is your way and you go with it each month and don't fight it or take balancing hormones. I think you find some identity and power when you flip out and intimidate people around you." "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard." "Maybe. Let's change the subject or not talk. I'm really tired tonight. We'll have a few days to talk this trip." After a week of silence, Britney still did not have anything to say. I guess I would be self-centered under the same circumstances, but she started self-centered and now was totally so. The next morning, I brought a hot breakfast to Britney. Her room smelled of pussy and her body was dirty. "Played with yourself last night. I hope it was a wonderful satisfying fantasy. It makes sense that you would be horny if your period is close." "Go fuck yourself." "Today, I'm going to bathe you and begin building a shower in your room for the future. I've never tasted a woman who tasted better when you are clean, without perfume smells." She started to curse me again, but I guess it did not seem to fit with my compliment. "Please, enjoy breakfast. I'll eat in the other room, so as not to anger you." "Would you eat in here with me?" "Come on Britney, let's eat at the kitchen table." She ate, eyed the metal utensils, the layout, the door and windows. "Little Girl, don't risk losing your little freedom by challenging me again. I'm trying to let up and be nicer to you." For the next hour, we ate and talked. "Want to help me clean-up after breakfast?" "No. That is what maids are for." She sat looking bored while I cleaned up. Later I got her into the shower in my bedroom, stripped her and watched while she bathed. "You really want some of this pussy don't you?" "Do you really want some of this cock?" She rubbed her clit and pushed two fingers into herself. "Not if you were the last man on earth." I watched as she taunted me, got close, couldn't cum and quit in frustration. I had brought more feminine clothing this time. She like the shorts, sandals and halter-top. "How did you know my sizes?" "I cared. I looked when we were enjoying each others company during better times." She was quiet while she dressed in front of me. "Want to go out for a walk in the woods?" "Aren't you afraid I will run away?" "Not too worried. A city girl in the high mountains wouldn't last long. Besides you will only have shower shoes and I'm going to chain your waist to mine." "Asshole." "Wouldn't it be better if you insulted me after you enjoyed your outing?" I always became a big kid in the out-of-doors. I pointed out the squirrels, the hawks, the bugs and the fish in our stream. She tried to look uninterested and bored but I think my enthusiasm was growing on her. We stayed out for a long time. About sunset, I pulled her to me and said, "I still want you." "I'm your captive. You can force yourself on me and rape me anytime you want." "Not what I want." She stepped close. Her hair's fresh scent filled my nose and my hands went to the side of her face. She tilted her head toward me and I kissed her, forgetting to be vigilant. Her rock wasn't big enough. Oh, it hurt and I saw stars but its loud thump on my hard skull just made me mad. Very, very mad. I threw her down. Ripped her new shorts away, flipped her face down onto a large jagged rock and pushed my pants down. My cock was rock hard. She was wet and I raped her. Just like she said. My thighs slapped into her ass and I spanked her with each thrust leaving red handprints on her ass, legs and lower back. When she struggled I filled one hand with her hair, pulled and continued my assault, battery and rape. She started to cum. "Damn you, Britney. Don't you dare cum." I erupted in her while she was still riding high. I sat back and she turned to sit facing me. I felt like shit. She knew it and fought dirty. "I knew you would eventually rape me. I knew that is why you kept me here. I knew you wanted a sex slave. I knew......" I reached out and slapped her face hard and she went down. Soon she rolled and looked up at me but did not sit up. "You win Britney. I'll make a decision about what to do with you. I'll get you out of my life and you can try to make it in another situation." I stood, pulled my pants up and pulled her up with the chain, turned my back on her and started walking back to the cabin. In the cabin I pushed her into her room, locked her in and went to clean up and wash the bloody cut on the side of my head. A few times the next day, I heard her call out to me but I ignored it and went about my business. I had turned all my work over to others and officially retired from everything. Britney did not know that. My home was where ever I wanted it to be now. I had to decide what to do about the albatross around my neck. Day after day, went mostly like that. I did not try to talk to Britney. I finished her shower and toilet. She could live forever now in her room, as long as I kept it stocked for her. I felt sorry for my would-be assassin. I was ashamed. I had actually raped her. She came but she had pushed me so far that I would have taken her totally against her will. I had no desire to play, seduce or have fun with her. Only a desire to escape from her. One morning I left early to talk to her ex, my contacts in South America and a black-market pharmacist. Her ex was with another woman now; South America was possible but I would have to relinquish total control and never check on her again; I got the pills I wanted. "Britney, I'm coming in to your room, we have to talk. She looked worse than I felt. You can help me decide your fate. I kept you alive instead of killing you like you tried to do to me. Now, we have a problem. Your ex has moved on and is with another woman. There are several places around the globe where we could place you but we have no control of what would happen to you – you might be forced to be a hooker in filthy conditions or you might become someone's treasured wife and property. We have no control. You would have to make the best of whatever happened." I put two pills on the table. "You could take these and not wake up in the morning. I have no other ideas. You can put in your two cents or I'll decide without you." She was staring at the two pills – in shock. The reality was finally setting in. "What happened to the option of staying here? How about you letting me go?" "I could not trust you in either case. You have proven that, time and again." "Give me another chance. Let me stay here. I'll do anything you want." "At a minimum you will have to take low dose hormones to level you out." "So you can poison me?" "Britney, I provide you every bit of food you eat, every drop of water that you drink. Don't you think I already have plenty of opportunities to poison you? For a smart woman you talk a lot of times before you think. I would never have a day of peace with you. You know the options. We'll talk again tomorrow." The next morning I unlocked her door and called out, "Breakfast time Britney. Come on out and eat at the table." She came out, hair combed, clean, totally nude. "I'll be good Rod. I'll take any pill you want me to take. I'll do anything you want; let me stay with you. You can do anything you want to me, just don't send me into some unknown. Please." "For now, things will stay the same. Sit down, eat. I have a killer head ache and it has your name on it." "Don't you still find me attractive? Don't you want me?" "You are as desirable as ever, but I do not know if I want you." I went outside, leaving her alone in the house. When I came back in she was holding a knife, pulling at her chain. She had not eaten. "The chain's key is in the drawer next to the refrigerator." Like a flash she got the key and freed herself. I went back outside and walked down to the lake. I heard her come out of the house. I did not care where she was. If she disappeared, I would too. My money was mostly in foreign banks now. In a couple of hours I returned to the house and was surprised to find Britney on the couch. All of the knives were back in the block. "I'm sane right now, Rod. Will you let me talk to you?" "Sure." "I've often thought I was mentally ill because of what I would do and how I treated people. I have often regretted what I did but I tried to run everyone away so I would have no one to torture. Then I would go nuts again and strike out and like it. In my entire life I have never been turned on as much as you have turned me on with your strength and control. When I felt that, I was ashamed and knew I was really sick. I came so hard when you raped me, I almost passed out. I have dreamed of that dozens of times. I know I am really sick. I do not want to hurt you but I enjoy receiving some physical pain from you. I have tried to force you to give me what I want without telling you that I wanted it. You decide what pill to give me. I will take it, every day, to prove to you that I want to be with you." "Take off the robe and come to me." "It's cold." I stayed quiet. What did she have in the pockets? Under the robe? Hidden behind her? A light seemed to come on behind her beautiful green eyes. She stood and took the robe off, stepped out of her shoes, turned all the way around, showed me inside her mouth, spread her ass cheeks and opened her pussy's lips for me. "I'm here Rod. I'm telling you the truth. Anything you want? Just satisfy me." I stood and stripped for her. She had never really seen me naked. I led her to the kitchen table and stretched her out, face down with her legs still on the grown. "Watch me, Britney." She turned her head when I went to the refrigerator and took out the celery, the carrots and the butter and laid them by her face. She lost sight of me when I went behind her, spread the cheeks of her ass and parted her pussy. I knelt down and began to lick her. She first moaned when I stuck my tongue into her cunt and wiggled it. She moaned again when I did the same to her asshole. She groaned when I stood and pushed my cock between her pussy's lips and half way into her belly. She was moving her hips slightly back to meet me when I picked up the celery. She did not imagine it would be my whip when I slapped it against her hot cheeks, thrust again, then slapped the cold stalk against her back. "Again," she said. I laid the celery on her back, spread her wider and worked my cock into her until I hit bottom and she winced when I tried to get the last inch in and her cervix was in the way. I set up a steady pace of thrusting in and out of her hot sheath and picked up the celery again. Slap, swish, slap, swish, slap. Pieces of celery were flying about the kitchen. Britney's back was reddening and welts started to rise. My dick was as hard as it had ever been. I must have expected that she would turn on me any second. I did not need to cum. The Thankless Job I scooped butter and packed her other hole with it. She flinched at its coldness. Her eyes were big when I retrieved the largest carrot and started to work the large end into her ass. "Ever had anything up here?" "Only a finger." "You said, anything I want?" "Yes." Slowly she opened and the carrot began to disappear and rub against the head of my thrusting cock through her thing membranes. I held the carrot against my belly and fucked her two holes with my two cocks. "Oh, my God. Yes, fuck me." "I will. Suck another one." I pushed another carrot into her mouth and she sucked. Her eyes closed and her cunt was beginning to spasm. I changed the angle so the head of my cock would push into her g-spot with every thrust. She was enjoying the steady, even, smooth stimulation and the fantasy of three cocks. She was not ready when I retrieved the celery and began to whip her again. Britney spread her legs wider. The tip of my cock pressed harder into her cervix's opening. She liked the pressure. She searched for it when I withdrew and then pushed across her spot, paused and eased as much of my cock into her as she could take. Then she would push back causing her own pain. Each time I could feel her inside mouth open a little wider to kiss the head of my cock. I let go of the carrot and she sucked more of it into her ass. I also watched her take most of the other one into her throat. Instead of pulling back this time I pushed even harder and felt my helmet stretch her insides making room for my entire cock. Britney screamed, pushed the carrot deep into her throat and could not breathe. Her body convulsed for air. She would not pull it out. She wanted me to. I leaned forward, bottoming my cock in her cunt and driving the carrot to disappear into her ass. Her face was dark red when I pulled the carrot from her throat. She gasped filling her lungs with air and then exhaled noisily, cuming again from the stretching pain in her cunt. Then she made no sound but her belly was spasming around my cock. Her cervix's tiny mouth was nursing and I began to cum, feeding fed it with squirts of sperm. I had cum but I was not softening. I pulled slightly away and pulled the carrot from her ass. She sighed. "Britney, you are not on the pill now." "I know. Anything you want, I will try to give you." I thrust in again, into the slick wetness that was the two of us. "You know I am falling in love with you." "Yes, I knew today when you set me free and trusted me in the house alone." "Turn around and sit on me so I can kiss you." Neither one of us guided my cock but it found its way back deep inside her as she straddled my legs and lowered her body onto me. As I kissed her neck and cupped her breasts she giggled. "What is so funny?" "You may have found a radical way to control my hormones." She giggled again. "What's so funny now?" "What if it's a girl and you have two sets of hormones to contend with?" With that I pushed her up, repositioned my cock and pulled her down again. "God, that hurts. Push harder. Push that pole up my ass." Her mouth devoured mine. Her saliva flowed into my tongue and I went wild with lust. She lowered her lips and bit my neck and I twisted her nipples. She bounced on my cock. I wanted to cum again but I just had. She took delight in my anguished face and bounced. I put her fingers on her own clit and ordered, "Rub." In moments, her anguish matched mine. Her mouth hung open and she drooled onto my chest. "I'm going to cum in your ass. Cum for me. Come with me, Britney. Now, please, now." Her arms were around my neck, she was struggling to keep bouncing on my cock when her own orgasm overtook her. For a few brief moments she had the strength to go on. My cock was jerking in her bowels and she came pushing out our combined cum from her cunt into my pubic hair. Britney went limp in my arms. I held her and knew, if only for this one moment, I had found my perfect mate. If only I could keep her together. I would please her, drink from her, put babies in her, struggle to live a long life to see her cum ten thousand times. Maybe, someday, she will let me see that she is content with me. I carried her to our bed, in our room. I covered her, watched over her and protected her. Just before I dozed off my last thought was, "I wonder if the pain of childbirth will make her cum?"