9 comments/ 93610 views/ 37 favorites To Take a Wife Ch. 01 By: MelloT Jack had completed his preparations. It was time to take a wife. He sat in the swing chair on his newly finished porch and stared out at the dry dusty land that surrounded his homestead. The burnt reds and oranges of the soil didn't look like they could support life at all but Jack knew that the rainy season would bring a riot of colour and fertility to this little place in the outback. His property was miles from civilization -- a frightening prospect for most people but completely normal for him. Jack had grown up on a cattle station not much different from this one. He'd been raised by his father after his mother died in childbirth. He had no brothers or sisters and had been home schooled so he rarely came into contact with other people. His father was a quiet man but Jack felt that he had raised him well and had instilled all of his morals and beliefs into his only son. His father now had a new wife and Jack was glad that he had moved out of his childhood home so that they had the space and privacy to iron out the kinks in their blossoming relationship. The house was lonely at night. Jack had spent every waking minute getting everything ready for his bride-to-be and now that he was finished, he found himself listening to the nocturnal animals, watching spiders make their webs and fantasizing about what it would be like to take a woman to his bed for the very first time. Excitement rippled through him -- tomorrow he would complete the 5 hour drive to the nearest town and become a husband. ..................... A wave of heat hit Beth as she stepped out of the comfortably air conditioned shop. She laughed with her friends as they crossed the road to the diner, laden down with new clothes which they couldn't wait to show off. Beth's eye was caught by the man sitting in the beaten up old Holden Ute parked further down the road. She didn't recognize him. Strangers in this small town were a rarity and she would definitely remember this man if she'd seen him before. His body gave her so much information -- his beautiful brown skin told her that he worked outside, the strong muscles in the arm that rested on the open window revealed that he worked manually and his posture oozed control and confidence. But the most startling piece of data came from his eyes -- he wanted her. Beth felt her stomach flip. Men had looked at her with lust in their eyes before but this was something deeper, meaner. She hurried into the diner and sat with her back to the window determined to put his image out of her mind. She focused on the conversation and laughed along with her friend's jokes but she couldn't help peeking over her shoulder every now and then to see if he was still looking. He was. Jack had found his bride-to-be within minutes of pulling into town. It must have been fate. He knew she was 'the one' the second he laid eyes on her. His soon to be wife was smaller than him but not fragile. Jack admired her strong, shapely legs encased in tight jeans. He noticed her child bearing hips that swelled into a firm round backside. She was no stranger to the sun and her nose had a few freckles that only accentuated her natural beauty. She had a trim waist that he was sure he could almost encircle with his large hands and a full bust that threatened the buttons on her knotted shirt. Jack took all of these things in with a glance but what really held his attention was her smile and tinkling laugh which sounded like music. She was his intended and tonight they would honeymoon together in their new home. Jack watched as she ate with her friends. He was glad she had this final opportunity to be with them -- this would be her leaving party. She was aware of him and he was pleased to see that she couldn't go 2 minutes without reassuring herself that he was still there. Already so dependant. The sun began to sink into the horizon and Jack blessed the cover of darkness for the task ahead of him. When she finally emerged from the diner, she glanced nervously at him as she climbed into her friend's car. Jack smiled to himself -- she was worried he wouldn't follow. He had lots of time to make her believe that he would always keep her in his sight, safe and sound. He kept his distance not wanting to crowd her friend and when the car stopped to let her out, Jack tried to stay out of sight. Once his future bride had waved goodbye to her friend, she turned towards her front door and began searching for her keys. Jack quickly swung the ute into the driveway and leapt out. Beth was so startled that she dropped her bags. "Who are you? What do you want?" she asked angrily. She'd backed into the door automatically but now she was scanning around looking for escape routes. Beth kicked herself -- she knew there was something fishy about this guy, why hadn't she been more careful? Jack knew he had to work fast - there would be time for explanations later. This was the part he had been dreading. Not enough force and she could escape, too much force and he could do her permanent injury or worse. He reached into the bed of the ute and pulled out the bat. Beth briefly froze when she saw it before her survival instincts took over and she began to run. Jack was quicker. Before she knew it, he had brought the bat down onto the back of her head and the ground rose up to meet her. Her last conscious thought had been to scream but the air had been knocked from her lungs by the impact of the fall. Jack gathered her into his arms and gently lifted her into the ute. He swiftly picked up her bags before throwing them into the bed and then climbed in himself. Then Jack reached for the sleeping girl and examined her head. There was a bump but no blood and her breathing was even. Jack let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. The signs were good but he continued praying she would be alright. He tied her hands with a soft strip of material and then did the same with her ankles. He fastened the seat belt around her and tried to sit her as comfortably as possible in the seat next to him. He listened to her steady breathing again for a few seconds before the ute rumbled to life and he began the long journey home with his prize. The fog lifted and Beth began to stir. She'd been jolted awake by the rough ground under the wheels and the shot suspension of the ancient truck. Her head hurt and she knew opening her eyes would make it worse. She had registered that her feet and hands were tied and focused on staying calm -- she didn't know what this guy was capable of yet. Another harsh bump in the road jerked her aching head around and she let out an involuntary moan. "How's your head?" Jack asked. He'd gone off road a couple of hours ago so there would be no road signs for her to read. He knew this land like the back of his hand and even in the dark he was confident he wouldn't get lost. Beth stiffened at his voice and slowly opened her eyes. She glared at her captor and tried to keep her cool. "Let. Me. Go." Beth said evenly. "Nah. Can't do that sweetheart. I know you're angry with me at the moment but you'll get over it. We're gonna be very happy together, you'll see. What's your name?" Jack had seen the fire in her eyes and was secretly pleased -- his dad had told him that a woman with a temper is a woman with passion and he couldn't wait to bring that side out in her. "What do you want with me?" Beth asked ignoring his question. "Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you unless you deserve it. I've chosen you to be my wife. I'm taking you home and once you're tame enough, we'll start a family and live happily ever after. Tell me what your name is -- I've gotta call you something." Jack said all of this in a relaxed, almost jovial kind of way. He reminded Beth of a child talking about the Christmas presents he was sure would be under the tree in the morning. She knew she was the gift and she definitely didn't want to be unwrapped. 'Think Beth. Be smart' she told herself. Her thoughts switched to her parents. It would be a few days before they realized she was missing but then they would be frantic. She pictured them making an appeal on TV, looking straight at the camera, using her name repeatedly, trying to convey to the kidnapper that she was a real person with real feelings. "My name is Beth. I'm the manager of a restaurant. When I don't show up for work tomorrow my friends will start looking for me. My parents are expecting me to call them tonight -- they'll be worried when I don't. You've... I'm hurt and I need to see a doctor. I don't want to be here, I feel frightened. Take me home." Beth spoke as if she were reasoning with a toddler. She kept eye contact and spoke clearly and calmly. She'd almost slipped and placed blame at his door but she thought she'd caught herself in time. Jack admired his beautiful captive. She was clever and a stab of guilt had twisted at his guts during her little speech but he had to be a man. "Beth -- nice name. I'm Jack. I understand that you're scared, I'm sure all women are when their husbands take them but I want you to understand that I'm going to be a good man for you. I'll take care of you and treat you well. The next few months are gonna be hard on us both but while I'm training you I'll be as gentle as I can. I want you broken in as soon as possible so we can settle and enjoy our lives. Your parents will miss you but they must have known that this day would arrive." "What are you talking about? Train me, tame me, break me in? Are you some kind of... (sigh) I don't know you Jack and I don't want to marry someone I don't know." Beth's temper was beginning to show and she bit her tongue. Offending him at this point wouldn't be very smart. Inspiration hit her -- "I'm already married. My husband will call the police when he finds I'm not at home -- quick, take me back so I can stop him." Jack was chuckling now and shaking his head. "My dad said you women would say anything to get yourselves out of it and he was right! You're not married -- you don't have a ring on your finger and why would you have been out with your friends instead of home with your man? Lies don't go down well with me Beth, you'll learn that pretty quickly." Beth heard the hint of a threat in his voice and felt her panic rise. He was going to hurt her, rape her and keep her locked up. She had to get out. Beth reached for the door handle hindered slightly by the restraints. The door was locked and she fumbled with the button to release it. "Hey!" shouted Jack as he slammed on the brakes. If she threw herself out of the ute at this speed, she'd do herself some serious harm and what use would she be to him then? As the truck rumbled to a stand still, Beth flung the door open and hopped out getting tangled up in the seat belt. After being so calm and rational her brain overloaded and she could no longer think of anything except escape. She hopped a couple of steps but Jack was racing around the ute and had her on the ground before she could breathe. "GET OFF ME! LET ME GO! I DON'T WANT THIS!" Beth screamed. He was lying on her back and his weight crushed her into the dry, stony ground. Beth bucked under him and kicked but she was getting no-where. "Sshhhh, sshhhh, it's ok, I've got you, it's ok." Jack soothed as he stroked her hair, he was reminded of a skittish horse and kept his voice calm and low. It would take time for her to adjust -- perhaps he shouldn't have talked about punishments so early on. She'd been so calm that he'd let his guard down and he mentally congratulated his clever fiancé for lulling him into a false sense of security. He vowed not to make the same mistake again. She had been struggling under him for a few minutes now and he blocked his ears to the stream of abuse that flew from her sweet lips. He focused on the way her hips were brushing rhythmically against his cock and felt himself stirring. Beth felt it too and stopped abruptly. Jack knew when her body admitted defeat and whispered to her as she started to cry. "I know, I know, it's all new to me too. We'll get through it together Beth, you'll see. Sshhhhh, don't cry. I'll take care of you. We're gonna be happy. Sshhhh..." He pulled her to her feet cautiously and lifted her back into her seat. Pulling another strip of material from his pocket he swiftly tied her hands to the handle above the door. She didn't struggle. Instead she kept her head down and continued to sob quietly. Sympathy wrenched Jack's heart. His father had told him there would be a few months of tears and resistance but a good husband would stay strong and firm -- that's what she needed. He climbed back into the ute and resumed the journey. "Not long now Beth. Only about 40 minutes I reckon. You'll love the new house -- I worked so hard on it for you. Obviously you'll wanna put your own touches to it, cushions and that, but all the basics are there. It's got running water and a flushing toilet. There's a brand new generator for electricity and a fridge freezer out the back. I've started a herb garden for you but of course it's the wrong time of year for planting -- by spring you'll be tame enough to choose which seeds you want though." Beth stayed quiet listening to him talk. Her mind was working overtime formulating plans and wondering what his weaknesses were. She couldn't fight him tied up like this so she was better off conserving her strength. "How many kids shall we have Beth? I need some boys of course to help me with the cattle and I suppose you'd like at least one girl. We'll have to start thinking of names. The eldest boy will have to be named Jack, it's a tradition in my family, but I'm open to suggestion for the other ones. I've built a nursery next to our room and there are empty bedrooms upstairs for when they get older. I could get an old tire and make a swing from the big gum tree ..." On and on he talked. She may as well have not been there. He spoke about their lives as if it was all planned, mapped out and inevitable. Beth didn't get the impression that Jack was a mad man. Maybe a bit stupid but not mad. It seemed he had been raised to believe that this was how a man and woman should behave. Was it possible that he had lived such a secluded and sheltered life? "Tell me about how you grew up Jack." Beth interrupted. Jack was pleased she had spoken to him and seemed to be taking an interest. He wondered if there was an ulterior motive but couldn't fathom out what it could be. Where was the harm in telling her about his childhood? "I grew up on a cattle station with my Dad. Mum died giving birth to me so I didn't have any brothers or sisters. I was alright though -- Dad kept me busy and taught me everything he knows. We went into town maybe twice a year but apart from that I really didn't see anyone else." "Where's your Dad now?" Beth asked. Despite herself she was getting curious. "He's back at his place. When I told him I was moving out, he decided to get a new wife -- thought he'd be lonely I guess. She's still a bit wild at the moment but I reckon Dad'll sort her out." "Was your Mum taken like this?" "Yeah -- course! How else?!" "Jack, please listen to me. This isn't how it's done. You're doing what your Dad has told you is normal but it really isn't. Women don't get kidnapped when a man wants her to be his wife. They're not forced to submit and they don't need to be 'tamed'. Women have the same rights as men and we're equal. In the real world a man and a woman get to know each other and accept each others flaws before they decide to get married. They both have to agree to it. What you're doing is against the law and the police will arrest you for it. Jack you've got to..." "Well, that's quite an imagination you've got there Beth! I can't quite see it happening though sweetheart -- how can a man and a woman be equal? It doesn't make sense. Men are stronger than women for a reason and why would a real man let a woman tell him what to do? Someone's gotta be in charge. It was a nice try though. No more lies thanks." Beth slumped back in her seat and stared out the window. Her hands were starting to go numb and she flexed her fingers. She had no idea how long they'd been travelling. It was still dark outside and from the moon's position Beth guessed it was the early hours of the morning. She lapsed back into her own thoughts as he continued to tell her about the house and surrounding land. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks as she thought of her family and she tried to make out landmarks in the darkness to help her find her way back to them. Jack studied her. She'd gone quiet again but that was understandable. He loved the way her hair flopped into her eyes. She would give her head a gentle flick every now and then to clear it from her sight but within minutes it was back in place. She had the cutest nose and he imagined kissing it and counting her freckles after making love. He hoped he would be able to please her in bed. His father had given him lots of books and magazines on the subject but his only practical knowledge of the act was what he had witnessed in nature and what his own hand could provide. They had forever to get it right. "Welcome home Beth!" Jack had pulled up outside the spacious homestead that was lit up in the moonlight and was watching her reaction. He looked like a puppy waiting to see if his owner would be pleased with the stick he had brought them. In truth it was a beautiful house. He'd clearly paid a lot of attention to detail and the carpentry was flawless. He'd run a clichéd white picket fence around the perimeter and had done his level best to keep the plants alive despite the hot Australian summer. Beth could see a large water tower behind the house and there was a welcoming swing chair for two on the porch. 'Humor him' she thought and gave a weak smile. Jack grinned and ran around the ute to open her door. "Oh you're gonna love it here Beth, I promise." he said as he released her hands from the handle. Without ceremony he hoisted Beth over his shoulder and carried her towards the front door. "It's so beautiful when the rains come. The creek rises so high that we're cut off completely -- like our own little island. Everything turns green and lush. It makes the summer dust and heat all worthwhile." he continued talking to her as if he hadn't noticed her embarrassing position and strode through the unlocked door. He gave her the grand tour of downstairs with enthusiasm until there was only one room left. A wave of nausea hit Beth when she realized what it was. "and this... is our bedroom!" he said flinging open the door. He carefully lowered Beth onto the huge bed and stepped back to gauge her reaction. Beth scooted backwards as best she could with her wrists and ankles tied. She managed to get to the iron bed frame and sit up. She curled her knees up and kept her arms tight to her chest watching him warily. Jack sighed. "OK. You know what's going to happen next Beth. I'm going to marry us and then consummate this union. It will be both of our first times so I'll be as gentle as possible but you'll only make it worse if you struggle." Beth wondered how he knew she was a virgin. It was unusual for a woman in her 20s these days but then she realized that Jack was so out of touch he would assume that all unmarried women were virgins. Could this be her escape route? Would he reject her if he thought she was a slut? "I'm not a virgin." she lied. "What?" he was sure he'd misheard. "I'm not a virgin. I've had sex before with lots of men. I've probably got a disease or something." A grin spread over his face. She was lying again. As if any man would take her and then let her go free? -- absurd. And then she'd well and truly given herself away with that 'disease' line! He wagged his finger at her. "I think you're telling me tall tales again sweetheart. I reckon we're gonna have to work very hard on that." To Take a Wife Ch. 01 "No it's true. Jack, I'm not a virgin. I'm not pure -- you don't want me." She was clutching at straws now. She'd always been a terrible liar and Jack was managing to see through her faster than she thought possible. He chuckled as he continued to listen to her false pleas. Jack walked to the shelf that was crowded with books and lifted down the battered old bible. It had been in his family for generations and his father had given it to him when he left home. Jack wasn't particularly religious -- he'd read a few of the bible stories but hadn't really shown much interest. However, the wedding needed to be official in the eyes of God and Jack had every intention of doing this right. He stood at the end of the bed with the bible in his right hand and his left hand on his heart. "I, Jack Lachlan Walker, take this woman as my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; until death do us part. This I do solemnly swear. Amen." Beth gaped at the man soberly vowing to love her for the rest of his life. He couldn't possibly believe that they were married now -- could he? He didn't even know her! How could this possibly be happening?! Beth watched him put the bible back on the shelf. He turned back to her and with a shy expression on his face, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Beth went nuts. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! I'M NOT YOUR WIFE, I'M NOT GOING TO SLEEP WITH YOU AND I'M CERTAINLY NOT GOING TO LOVE YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! IF YOU LAY A FINGER ON ME I'LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS YOU SICK BASTARD! LET ME GO!" Beth fumbled with the knotted fabric at her ankles. He'd done it too tight but she wasn't about to give up. "I'd hoped we could avoid this Beth but it seems you wanna do it the hard way. Alright." sighed Jack. As she continued to work at the knot, Jack calmly pulled out the metal restraints that were fastened to each corner of the bed. He reached for Beth's ankles and pulled so that she was lying on her back. She screamed bloody murder as he straddled her chest and he was thankful that his nearest neighbour was 20 miles away. He flicked open his pen knife and held it where she could see it. Beth froze. "Don't, don't..." she pleaded. "Then hold still." he replied. Jack cut through the strip of material binding her wrists and quickly connected each one to the restraints so that her arms were spread far apart. She was crying again. He wiped her tears away gently. "Oh Beth, I didn't want it to be like this. Why didn't you just co-operate? I'm your husband now and it's my right to take you as and when I see fit. Do I really have to tie down your legs?" "YOU'RE NOT MY HUSBAND! WE'RE NOT MARRIED! THIS IS RAPE -- GET OFF ME!" Beth had never screamed so loud in her entire life and her throat burned with the effort. Jack gave another sigh and slid further down her body. He kept her pinned while he turned so that he was facing her feet. He rested on her thighs as he slid the knife through the material at her ankles and forcefully applied the restraints. Beth was completely spread eagled now. He came at her with the knife again and she struggled furiously in her bonds. Jack began cutting through the material of her shirt. "Hold still Beth or I'll end up... oh now look what you've done!" Jack's knife had caught her arm and she was bleeding. The pain barely registered. The adrenaline was pumping around Beth's body at a terrific rate and she couldn't seem to get enough oxygen into her system. Jack carefully bound the wound with a piece of her torn shirt but she was thrashing around so much that he had to put all his weight on her shoulder to complete the job. She was hyperventilating now and her eyes kept rolling back. Jack wondered whether he should slap her but before a decision could be made, she slumped down on the bed in a dead faint. To Take a Wife Ch. 02 Breathing hard, Jack checked his bride over. She'd have bruises from the restraints tomorrow. The cut wasn't deep, it would heal and the lump on the back of her head seemed to have gone down a bit. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two gold wedding bands. He'd wanted her awake for this but in the current circumstances, he thought it best to get it over and done with. He stuffed the larger ring onto his own finger before gently slipping Beth's on. It fit perfectly. Leaning down, he kissed her wedding band before kissing his own – it would be a nice surprise for her when she woke up. He relished the piece and quiet while he got to work removing her clothes. He worked from the top down. Her white lacey bra accentuated her breasts beautifully and he decided to spare it from the knife. Cautiously he unlocked and released her wrists one at a time to slip her arms through the straps. The sight of her bare breasts caught his breath and he couldn't resist running his hands over them. Firm yet soft. Her nipples reacted to his finger tips and he watched in amazement as they puckered and extended almost as though they were reaching for his hand. He took a nipple into his mouth and swirled his warm tongue around it. She tasted and smelled so... feminine. Jack removed her boots and socks noticing how small and delicate her feet were. She had painted her toenails – Jack had never seen nail polish and he studied it's smoothness for a few seconds. He carefully undid the button and zip on her jeans before pulling them down past her hips. Her legs were spread too far apart for them to go any further but after a quick glance at her face, he decided to take a chance and released her ankles. Now the jeans came off easily and Jack was faced with his stunning young wife in nothing but flimsy white underwear. This was what he'd been waiting for. He was so hard it was almost painful but he didn't have time to attend to his own needs – besides, that was what Beth was for. He slid his fingers into the waistband and slowly eased them down. Jack was almost hyperventilating himself now! He reattached Beth's left ankle to the restraint and then lay down so that his face was above her pussy. He lifted Beth's right knee over his shoulder and noticed how her pussy lips peeked open when her legs were spread. Jack took a deep breath inhaling the heady aroma of a woman for the first time. Hesitantly, he parted her folds and explored. It felt so soft and warm. He found her hole and gently pushed a finger inside until he could feel the barrier. He would break that in the traditional way. He worked his way back up and found the small nub that he'd read so much about. This was supposed to be the most sensitive part of her so he was determined to be gentle. He began by blowing his warm breath directly onto it. Beth made a small sound and turned her head – interesting. Next he traced his finger very lightly around the outside of it. Beth's hips moved a fraction and the sound she made was a little louder. The more Jack circled it, the heavier Beth's breathing became. Her head was turning from side to side frequently now and her hips seemed to follow his movements. Jack noticed her scent becoming stronger and there was a sort of dew forming around her hole. He brushed his finger over it and brought it to his nose – yes, this was the source of that delightful aroma. His tongue licked the tip of his finger and he smiled at the delicious taste. Beth woke feeling like she was half way down a road. She could feel a soft warmth surrounding her pussy and looked down in confusion. Just at that moment, Jack's tongue lapped her clitoris and Beth cried out in dismay. She discovered that she had one leg free and put it to good use thrashing and kicking at him. Jack retreated quickly. "Beth, Beth it's ok. Stop kicking, stop oooff!" Beth had connected with his jaw and his head had snapped to one side. She stopped and tried to pull herself up but her other leg held her firmly in place. Jack stood with his hand to his cheek and tentatively moved his jaw from side to side. It was sore but not broken. He'd been extremely nice to this girl but his patience was about to run out. She needed to be tamed and he, her husband, was the man to do it. Without looking at her, he removed his clothes letting them fall to the ground. He could hear Beth twisting on the bed and trying to get free but he had no more soothing words for her. Catching her ankle in mid air, he strapped it down with force and then crawled onto the bed until he was on top of her. Only now did he raise his eyes to hers. They were dark with lust and determination. There would be no stopping him this time. Beth's eyes filled with fear and tears when she felt him prodding at her entrance. "Please, please Jack. Don't do this. Please..." "I will tame you Beth. I will break you in and train you to be a good wife." "Aaaahhhh!" He sank into her warm wetness in one vicious thrust. They both felt her hymen break and knew that neither of them were virgins any longer. Beth's blood mixed with her fluids helping to lubricate his movements. His earlier attention to her clit had her on the edge already. Jack watched her facial expressions. The shock and pain of his forced entry was fading from her face and now she didn't seem to know what to do or feel. He saw anger, fear, anguish..... embarrassment, shame, despair..... confusion, frustration, resignation.......panic........ pleasure. Yes, pleasure. He was sure of it. As his motions increased in speed, Beth's head tipped back and her eyes closed. Her jaw worked in time to his dance until he was going so fast she had to bite her lip. He was close now, very close and he felt his sack pull up towards his body. Then something extraordinary happened. Beth's bottom lip trembled and she let out a shriek. The walls of her pussy tightened around him in a convulsing ripple. It was more than he could take and he exploded deep within her. Jack collapsed on top of her and tried to concentrate on regaining control of his breathing. "Oh God Beth – that was amazing! I didn't know it would feel that good. I told you we'd be happy together. You could be pregnant – right now you could be carrying my child and I'm gonna give you so many babies Beth. We're gonna fill this house until I have to build more rooms and...." He was talking to himself again. Beth had retreated into her mind long ago. She felt him roll off of her to release her ankles and join her right wrist to her left so she curled onto her side with her back to him. She blocked out the sound of his voice with her sobs and cried herself to sleep. Jack listened to her tears and tried to soothe her with talk of happier days to come. He'd tried to stroke her back but she had flinched away from him. Once she had finally exhausted herself, he pressed his body into hers and wrapped his right arm around her possessively until he could cup her breast in his big hand. Just before he drifted off, he felt her nipple stiffen beneath his fingers and smiled. Jack woke to the sounds of Beth trying to pull herself free of the restraints around her wrists. She was off the bed and crouched down by the top right bedpost. Her hair was in her eyes again and she was beginning to sweat. Jack watched fondly as she blew upwards to try and clear her sight only for her fringe to flop back into position. She hadn't noticed he was awake yet so he lay still and studied her. There were two adorable little lines between her brows which were pushed together in concentration and every so often, her cute pink tongue would poke out from between her perfect white teeth. He could see dark shadows under her eyes – she hadn't slept enough and when she pulled herself up a bit, he noticed a small amount of dried blood on the inside of her thigh. Jack felt a twinge of disappointment that she was trying to escape him again but his father had warned him that it could take months before she was properly broken. He remembered his grandfather telling the story of how he caught and tamed his first wife. Apparently she took 7 months to settle. His grandfather had had to get extremely tough with her in the end which resulted in a relationship built on pure terror. The story ended badly – a year into the marriage, the girl had taken it into her head to run. His grandfather had believed that she was finally domesticated and had left her unrestrained at home for increasingly longer periods of time. She took the opportunity to escape into the outback during a particularly nasty dry spell and his grandfather found her dead a week later. The story had been drummed into him as he grew up as a cautionary tale. Granddad had been more careful with his second wife - his grandmother. He had tamed her quickly and harshly but had given her overdoses of pleasure as well. She became more and more dependant on him like he was a drug until the thought of leaving his side was too much to bear. He had died when Jack was 8, his grandmother following soon after. Jack had very few memories of her but in all of them she was staring adoringly at her husband as she fussed around him or knelt at his feet. It was a look he wished to see on Beth's face. 'Quickly, harshly, fairly, with an overdose of pleasure.' was the mantra that flitted through Jack's mind as he watched his wife try to squeeze her hands through the metal cuffs. Today would be their first full day as a married couple and he steeled himself to start as he meant to go on. Beth's fearful eyes darted to his when he suddenly said - "Good morning Mrs Walker. I see you're up and raring to go. I'm not sure those busy hands are occupied the right way though." "They were hurting – I, I was trying to make them more comfortable..." "More lies sweetheart? That wasn't a very good idea." The smile that was in Jack's eyes yesterday had been replaced with coolness. Maybe if she kept this up, he'd realize he doesn't want her and set her free? Deep down Beth knew this was a false hope but she was a fighter and would never give up trying to escape him. Jack got to his feet and Beth couldn't help but stare at his firm naked body. She had seen naked men before and noticed that Jack was longer and thicker than most. Beth had been sexually active but had never taken the final step, preferring to save it for her wedding night. She knew it was an unusual decision to make in this day and age but it was the way she was raised – besides, it had given her an element of control in her past relationships. It was almost a weapon or a much desired prize to be won by a worthy champion. She never dreamt it would be taken from her as it had been last night. Jack walked to the bottom of the bed and retrieved something wooden that was hanging on the bed post. He lifted it so that Beth could see what it was. Her heart stopped beating. It was a wooden paddle. The cruel looking implement had holes drilled through the plank so that it could move quickly through the air and leather wrapped around the handle to provide Jack with a good grip. Beth pushed herself deeper into the corner and looked away. "It was my mothers." Jack said as though he'd just shown her a precious heirloom. "My father tamed her with this in only 2 months. We're gonna beat that record though, aren't we Beth?!" he asked her seriously. He didn't relish the idea of hurting her but he was willing to do whatever it takes to conquer her wildness and the sooner he did it, the better it would be for both of them. He took a step towards her and she whimpered – the sound ripped at his heart. "This has to be done Beth. I can't have you lying to me all the time." He sat on the edge of the bed near her. "Come here." Beth shook her head. "There's nowhere for you to go - you can't get away. So that leaves you with a choice, either come here by yourself, or I'll come and get you. If I have to do that Beth, I'll increase your punishment." He gave her a few seconds to think. Beth knew the most sensible thing to do was to let him have his way. God knows how much damage that thing was going to do so why make it worse? Complying meant less pain and getting it over and done with quicker. She was already a shivering wreck and he hadn't even begun. 'Look what he's got me doing - cowering in a corner like a beaten woman! I hate this. I hate him. I'm not his toy or slave or whatever he thinks I am. I've got rights and I won't let him do this to me. If he wants to hurt me, I'm not going to make it easy.' she concluded. "Come here." Jack watched as she gracefully got to her feet. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and then looked him square in the eye. "Never." Jack loved her spirit – it was a shame he had to break it. She had opted for the hard way and now he had to make her regret it. Leaving the paddle on the bed, he stood and retrieved the ankle restraints from where they had fallen on the floor and put them on the bed ready. Beth fought the nausea and prepared herself for the fight ahead. "Coward. Beating up women and raping them. Is this the only way you can get a woman – by force?" "You know full well Beth that you are the only woman I've ever had. It's not rape because you are my wife and I'm punishing you because you deserve it..." "NO! THIS IS CRAZY! JACK LISTEN TO ME! NO! GET OFF!" Jack had caught one of her feet as she kicked out at him. Beth fell to the floor wrenching her hands painfully in the metal restraints. She kicked wildly with her other leg all the while trying to explain that forced sex between husband and wife is rape and that they weren't properly married anyway because she hadn't given her consent. He wasn't listening. Faster than she thought possible, he had her face down on the bed with her legs spread obscenely wide. She'd got a couple of good kicks in and was pleased to see that he was limping slightly after a particularly heavy blow to one knee. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO TO ME JACK – I'LL NEVER LOVE YOU." This was her final comment before she put her head down and bit the pillow - it was the comment that hurt Jack the most. 'Quickly, harshly, fairly, with an overdose of pleasure' he repeated to himself. THWACK! Beth bit the pillow harder. THWACK! She could hear the air whistling through the holes in the paddle as it crashed down. THWACK! Her backside felt like it was on fire and it stung like nothing she'd ever felt before. THWACK! She took in a shuddering breath before sinking her teeth back into the covered feathers. THWACK! Her eyes stung almost as much as her bottom as she tried and failed to blink back the tears. Blow after blow rained down. Jack admired her courage. So far not a sound had escaped her lips despite the livid redness that covered her rear and upper thighs. He redoubled his efforts. THWACK! "Hmmmmpphh!" Beth moaned into the pillow. With each new slap her moans became louder and longer until she was screaming. Jack watched as Beth's body became covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Tears were streaming down her face, soaking the pillow. Jack knew it was time to stop when Beth's backside became more purple than red. He lay the paddle down and went to soothe her. "Ssshhhh sweetheart, it's over, ssshhhh." he whispered as he pushed sweat soaked hair out of her face. She was still gripping the pillow with her teeth and sobbing. Her eyes were clamped tightly shut and her body was still rigid with tension. Jack rubbed her bottom, back and shoulders making soothing sounds. He worked his way up her arms and prised her fists open in an attempt to get her to relax. "Good girl, it's over, ssshhhh Beth, it's alright.... Beth? Where's your ring?" Jack had reached her left hand and his heart had dropped like a stone when he noticed her naked finger. He stepped away from her and all sympathy left him. "Where is it Beth? You better tell me right now or I swear to God you'll regret it." Beth kept her head down in the pillow refusing to acknowledge that he even existed. "You WILL tell me Beth. I'm not gonna stop until you do." Jack was furious now and collected his leather belt from the drawer. Doubling it and holding the buckle in his hand, he brought it down hard on Beth's rump. CRACK! "WHERE?!" Beth screamed again. She couldn't believe he had found something that hurt worse than the paddle. CRACK! "TELL ME!" Jack could feel his blood boil. How dare she remove her wedding ring? It was their symbol of marriage and devotion. It marked her as unavailable to other men and he would make sure it never left her finger again. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Purple welts were blossoming all over Beth's backside and she was twisting in her bonds trying to evade each stinging blow. Finally she broke. "AAAAHHH! PLEASE STOP! IT'S UNDER THE BEDSIDE TABLE, PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!" Jack dropped the belt onto the mattress beside her and searched. Sure enough the ring was near where she had been crouched earlier. He grabbed it and left the room. Beth could do nothing but lay still. She didn't even have the energy to cry any more. Her whole body was in pain but she was a rag doll and had to let it wash over her in waves. She heard Jack reenter the room and felt sick. Jack had retrieved a tube of extra strength glue from the kitchen drawer. He grabbed Beth's left hand and drew a thin line of the glue around her ring finger. Then he pushed the wedding band into place over the glue and held it away from the bed while it dried. "You will not do that again Beth. You're mine and the sooner you get your head around that the better. This ring does not leave your finger under any circumstances. What if another man had seen you without it? He would have thought you were ripe for taking and nothing you could have said would have stopped him. You're mine and don't you dare forget it." Once he was sure the glue had set, Jack dressed and left the room. He needed to cool down and Beth was in no state to be moved at the moment. She hadn't moved at all since he had taken his belt to her and Jack couldn't fail to notice how her hand had fallen limply to the bed when he loosened his grip on it. Perhaps he had gone too far? He pushed the thought away – he had to be strong and she had to learn. Quickly, harshly, fairly. The pleasure would come later when he was calm enough. Beth wasn't sure when she had fallen asleep or how long she'd been out but she woke to find Jack gently rubbing a cooling lotion into her backside and thighs. It was still stinging but Jacks ministrations were helping. She turned her head away from him. "You know you deserved that Beth – there's no point being angry with me. You needed to learn not to lie and it was for your own safety that I punished you for taking off your ring. Imagine how upset we'd both be if someone took you away. In a minute I'm gonna take you to the bathroom to get cleaned up and then you can have something to eat. This is our first full day as husband and wife – let's try to make the most of it." Jack finished rubbing the lotion in and then carefully released her from her restraints. He was cautious when doing this in case she struggled and fought him again but the spanking seemed to have sapped all of her energy. It bothered Jack that she still wouldn't look at him but he thought maybe she was feeling ashamed of her behaviour. He helped her up and supported her as she made her way into the bathroom. Once inside, he stepped out to give her some privacy. The window was too small to fit through and he stood on the other side of the door so there was no chance for her to escape. With the door firmly closed behind her, Beth took an inventory of her body. She had bruises around both of her wrists and it hurt to move them. She had matching bruises on her ankles too and one on the back of her head, although the lump had gone down. She noticed the blood on her thighs and touched herself carefully – she was a bit tender there but not too bad. She twisted her body to see her backside in the mirror and gasped – it was livid shades of red, purple and black. There was an intense heat radiating from it and Beth could see swollen lines where the belt had struck. She gingerly used the toilet and had a shower. Then she found a spare toothbrush and combed her hair which had become matted from her sweat, tears and struggles. She'd investigated the window of course but it was far too small for her and there was clearly no-one for miles around who would hear her screams. She mulled over her situation – she refused to submit to him but could she really take beatings like that every time he tried to touch her? She had to be clever – pick her battles. To Take a Wife Ch. 02 Wrapping a towel around her body, she opened the door. "I need some clothes." she stated. "No sweetheart – you have to earn them. For now I want you naked so that you get used to me seeing you this way. In time I might give you something to wear but you'll have to start showing me what a good wife you are before that happens. Hang the towel up and we'll go and get you some food." Defiance flashed in her eyes but she reasoned with herself that if she was going to fight and escape, she'd need some energy. She placed the towel back on the rail and returned to the door still not meeting his eyes. She flinched when he gripped her upper arm. "I'm not going to hurt you Beth unless you do something wrong. Relax." He led her into the kitchen and put a cushion on a wooden chair at the table before lowering her onto it. She winced as her punished bottom made contact with the soft material. While Jack made them both sandwiches, Beth made mental notes of her environment. The front and back doors were wide open, as were all of the windows, to allow a breeze to sweep through the homestead but each one had fine wire mesh secured over it to keep the flies out. She knew she was miles from anywhere which left her with 2 options – she could steal the ute while Jack was distracted and hope there was a map in it or she could wait until Jack had left and pack up some food and water to take with her on foot. There was also the chance that someone might visit but Beth thought that was unlikely. She looked around for a phone or radio without success. There was no point running through the door until she had made preparations. She hadn't been listening to or looking at Jack at all so she nearly jumped out of her skin when he touched her shoulder. "I told you sweetheart – I won't hurt you unless you give me reason to. Eat up." Jack was concerned by her reaction to him. He didn't want the girl to be petrified of him, he just wanted her to know who was in charge – how else does a successful marriage work? He needed to get to the pleasure part of her training and resolved to start straight after they'd had their lunch. Jack had ordered a few things (including her restraints) from the magazines his father had given him. He was keen to try out the magic wand vibrating massager that he'd read can give women intense orgasms. He would make sure Beth had plenty of those this afternoon before taking his own pleasure from her sweet body. Jack could feel himself growing hard already. He sat at the table with Beth and asked her questions while they ate – what was her favourite food, was she any good at sewing, can she cook, what books had she read etc. Beth was stunned. How could he sit there and have a conversation like nothing had happened? Like it was normal? She had to make him understand that he was wrong but how could she do that without making him angry? Jack cleared the plates and glasses from the table before turning to look at Beth. She looked so small and helpless sitting at the table wondering what was going to happen next. She kept her eyes lowered but Jack noticed that she watched him warily at all times. He went to her side and crouched down. "We're gonna have a really nice afternoon together Beth. I'm gonna take you back into the bedroom in a minute but I'm not going to hurt you – the complete opposite in fact. Part of my job as your husband is to get you pregnant and I want to make it a nice experience for both of us. Understand?" Beth nodded. What else could she do? Jack gently gripped her upper arm and raised her from the chair. "Before we do that, I thought you'd like to look at the house in daylight. You didn't really get a proper tour last night did you. Let's start outside." Beth perked up as Jack led her to the door. Could this be her chance? Maybe she could hit him over the head with something and make a run for it? Maybe she could give him the slip and jump into the ute? Maybe she would be able to see a nearby house with people that might help her? All hopes were dashed when Jack opened the door to nothingness. A vast expanse of dry land with nothing to see for miles. Even if she could somehow get loose, she wouldn't know which direction to take and she was smart enough to know that she'd be dead within hours if she left without supplies. Jack watched as deep despair crossed his wife's beautiful face. "There's nowhere to go sweetheart." he said gently. A solitary tear slid down her cheek and Jack tenderly kissed it away. The tour could wait – she needed to feel something positive. Jack threw his arm around her shoulders and drew her back into the house, down the corridor and into the bedroom. She didn't fight. "I'm not gonna tie you down Beth but I expect you to do what I tell you. You know what'll happen if you disobey." Jack whispered as he lay her on the bed. He quickly removed his clothes and lay beside her. She was shaking all over now and her small hands had curled themselves into fists by her sides. She'd turned her head away and was biting her lip. "Look at me Beth." She struggled but eventually she met his eyes. Why did she see so much compassion in them? So much tenderness? If he felt such sympathy, why was he doing this? Jack brushed her hair back from her forehead and planted feathery kisses over her cheeks and nose before finally settling on her mouth. He was so gentle and patient waiting for her to respond. His hand moved to her breast and he toyed with her nipple without breaking their kiss. Beth gasped when he pinched her sensitive bud giving Jack the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth for a deeper kiss. Beth could feel her traitorous body responding to his touch. Her breathing was harder and her hips had started to move involuntarily. She startled herself when, without conscious thought, her hand reached up to the back of Jack's head and tangled itself in his soft, sun kissed hair. Jack moved his head down to her other breast and sucked in the neglected nipple. He raised his eyes to look at Beth while he suckled and the sight took his breath away. She had her mouth open and her eyes closed. Her labored breathing pushed her beautiful breasts further into his hands and she gripped his hair and shoulder tightly. Jack kissed his way down her welcoming stomach keeping both hands on her at all times. Beth moaned a small "no" in anticipation and began to push him away. "Stay." Jack growled and she lay still covering her face with her hands. He parted her nether lips with his fingers and kissed her letting his tongue plunge into her wetness as she writhed beneath him. He suckled at her sweet folds and clamped down on her clit causing her to shriek loudly. Beth couldn't keep herself still now and Jack was forcing sounds from her that she had never made before. She didn't know what to do with her hands and they flew from her face to his shoulders, to the pillow, to the bed frame, to his hair in a whirlwind of panic and lust. Jack worked his tongue over her most sensitive areas lapping up the juices that were flowing from her body in a steady stream. He knew she was close so he used his fingers to expose her clit as much as possible before sealing his mouth around it. He expelled all the air from his mouth to create a vacuum and then flicked the very tip of his tongue over it repeatedly. Beth felt herself shatter into a million pieces and screamed in pleasure. Collapsing back on the bed and panting heavily, Beth was dismayed to feel Jack licking her clean. Aftershocks rippled through her and it felt too intense. "Stop. Please stop." she pleaded. "No sweetheart. We've got a long way to go yet. That was just the first of many." Jack replied. He smiled as she groaned and her hands returned to covering her face. Sitting up a little, Jack now pushed his middle finger into her tight core. Beth whimpered at the intrusion. "Ssshhhh. Good girl. Ssshhhh." Jack whispered. He worked his finger in and out slowly, letting her feel every millimeter. When Beth's breathing became heavy again, he added his ring finger to his middle one and felt Beth's inner walls grip and suck at them. Curling his fingers up, he pulsed at her spongy G spot causing Beth's hands to shoot down to his wrist. "No! Please – it's too much!" she cried trying to push him out of her. Jack encircled both of her wrists with his free hand and got to his knees. He pinned her hands out of the way and then increased his speed, plunging his fingers into her with a little more force. Beth felt torn in two. Half of her desperately wanted to escape from the concentrated pleasure being forced upon her but the other half pushed her hips further onto his hand and rocked in time with him in primal need. It didn't take long to push her over the edge again and this time her voice cracked with the force of her scream. Jack moved straight to her clit, moving his fingers over her in a rapid figure of eight. Beth didn't get time to breathe and immediately climaxed again, and again, and again. Jack released her wrists – there was no need to hold her now. She was limp, malleable... submissive. He couldn't wait any longer. Putting the pillows in the middle of the bed, he turned Beth onto her stomach over them so that her bottom was pushed up. He moved her legs apart and guided himself into her warmth. Beth cried out in ecstasy but stayed where he had put her. He moved slowly to start with, marveling at how tight she was despite all of their preparations. He ran his hand down her back and she shivered at his touch. Gripping her elbows he pulled her up off of the mattress and moved her backwards and forwards on him. Beth moaned and gasped. She responded to his urging and worked her hips in time. Beth turned her head from side to side trying to see his face. She wanted to gauge his mood – he had her in such a tight, captive-like grip but he was being gentle and giving her so much pleasure. She was confused. "Please Jack." "What sweetheart?" "Let me see you?" Jack growled in pleasure as he pulled out of her and gently turned her onto her back. He entered swiftly and lay over her so that he could put both his hands on her face. He softly blew her fringe back and kissed her lips as he moved rhythmically. Beth looked into his eyes. There was no anger or aggressiveness. Just wonder, lust and something else... nurture? His movements became faster and Jack pressed his forehead to hers. They began breathing in time and Beth could feel another impossible climax building. Jack closed his eyes. "Oh my God Beth, I want to stay here forever." he moaned into her mouth before increasing his speed yet again. He wrapped his arms around her body in a crushing embrace and shifted his knees under her thighs until she wrapped her legs around him. Beth's bottom lip was trembling again. He plunged deeply into her wetness forcing gasps and screams from her until he burst inside her hot womb. They both collapsed onto the bed in a panting, sweating heap. Jack kissed her as he slid out and then gathered her into his arms, curling his body around hers. He hadn't used any toys... he hadn't needed to. There was still plenty of time. Before long his breathing had steadied and he had fallen into a deep, satisfied sleep. Wrapped in his vice like arms, Beth felt like a child. A million emotions and questions flooded her system but there was one inescapable truth – she'd just spent 2 hours in heaven. To Take a Wife Ch. 03 Beth lay in a daze. She had never felt such intense pleasure in her life. Was it like this with all men? Somehow she doubted it. Her friends had described messy, unsatisfying encounters that were over too quickly and while their stories had always been funny to hear, they'd done nothing to encourage her to try it. Had she been missing out? The way he had held her, kissed her, pushed her to unimaginable levels of bliss. Was it possible that she had feelings for him? After everything he had done to her? She had to get a grip. This man was holding her against her will and had forced himself on her. Whether she had enjoyed it or not was beside the point. Her body felt like jelly but she had to move. When was she going to get another opportunity? Sliding out from under his arms, she scoured the room for some clothes to wear. She found her jeans, boots and bra before pulling on one of Jack's shirts. Being as quiet as possible, she closed a restraint around Jack's ankle before tiptoeing out of the room. Guilt. Why on earth was that emotion swamping her stomach? A shiver ran down her spine -- he was winning and she could feel it. He was awakening something within her that generations of women had fought against. She would not give in and become the property of a man no matter what she felt for him. Taking a deep breath, she found the keys to the ute in the kitchen and ran outside. This was so much easier than she'd anticipated. Jumping into the driver's seat, she turned the key and revved. Nothing. She tried again. Still nothing. Panic began to rise. He must have disconnected something and she had no idea when it came to cars. She gave it one more futile attempt as the tears began to fall. "Beth?!" Jack's angry shout came from the bedroom. "BETH!!!!" Leaping out of the ute, Beth ran. Thoughts of water, food, maps and shelter fell out of her head as she panicked. She had to get as much distance between him as possible as quickly as possible. Jack was furious. He'd heard the door of the ute slam and the empty ticking of the engine. He couldn't believe that she wanted to leave after the afternoon they'd just shared. His pretty wife was clearly far from tame and she was due another session with the paddle. He unscrewed the bed frame and released the restraint before going to get the key. He rubbed his ankle as it fell loose, realizing just how uncomfortable it was having them on. He took his time getting dressed -- she wouldn't get far. It also gave him a chance to cool down and think rationally. He was silly if he thought he'd cracked her in less than a day. Of course she'd try to run. She had to at least try and she'd soon see that there was no point. Better she gets it out of her system now and accepts the inevitable. Jack collected some rope from the drawer. Wandering out to the ute, he scanned the landscape. He could see a small cloud of dust caused by Beth's footfalls in the distance. He popped the hood and made some adjustments before starting the engine and driving after her. Beth heard the truck start. He'd managed to get free a lot sooner than she'd expected and there was nowhere for her to hide. She slowed to a walk and held the stitch in her side. Shielding her eyes from the strong sun, she peered into the distance hoping to see a house, a car, a horse, anything, but she was once again disappointed. She knew she was in for another beating and felt the now familiar contracting of her stomach muscles. She walked on regardless and tried not to cry. Jack pulled the ute alongside her and matched his speed to her pace. She refused to look at him. "Where are you going Beth?" No answer. "You know you won't get far in this heat -- not that I'd let you try. You're my property now sweetheart and I look after my things." Still no response. "Question is, are you gonna get in the ute by yourself or do I have to make you?" "Look Jack, I know you've won this round and I know I can't get away. I'll get in the ute myself in a minute and do whatever you say but not until you've listened to me." Beth knew she was on thin ice. There was nothing to stop him forcing her into the truck without another word but she hoped her offer to give in and submit by herself was enough to delay him. "Why would a husband have to abduct and then train a wife? Why aren't women taught to submit to men from birth? If women are chattel to be sold or stolen, why don't their father's keep them locked up? - because it's not true Jack. It doesn't make sense..." "Beth..." Jack's threatening tone almost stopped her but Beth knew she was in trouble anyway so she may as well carry on. "Women are free to choose what they want to do with their lives. They can choose whether to get married or not, whether to have children or not, which job they'd like, how late they stay out, which friends they have. We aren't owned by anyone. We aren't slaves or property. If we get married it's because we're in love with someone and husbands have to listen to their wife's views and opinions. If a husband is mean to his wife, she leaves him and gets a divorce. I'm sorry Jack but somehow you've been taught all the wrong things. I ..." "Enough!" Jack already knew Beth well enough to know when she was lying. This time it was different. She seemed so sincere but how could it possibly be true? A niggling doubt had crept into Jack's brain and it scared him. "Jack your Dad has been..." "I SAID ENOUGH!" Jack had stopped the ute now and in the blink of an eye he had her against the side of the truck while he bound her hands behind her back. Sweeping her off her feet, he secured her ankles together before running the rope up to her wrists. Her knees were bent up and her back was arched backwards in a hog tie as he threw her, none too gently, into the bed of the truck. He slammed the door and restarted the engine before heading for home. The wind had been knocked out of her when she landed and Beth tried to suck in air as she sobbed. She knew she had made things worse for herself but at least she had made him think. As Jack made a sharp U turn, something slid into her leg. Looking down, Beth saw her bags from yesterday full of new clothes, money, keys and, most importantly, her mobile phone. There was no hope of reaching it in her current position but it raised a glimmer of hope for her. All too soon they were back at the homestead and Jack was roughly pulling her from the ute. He carried her into the living room and dumped her on the floor as he sat in his chair. He was red in the face and breathing heavily. Beth wisely decided to keep quiet. "I don't want to hear any more on that subject Beth. Do you understand?" Beth nodded. "I'm sick of it. You're MY wife and I'll train you in any way I see fit. In the last hour you've left the room without permission, put on clothes which you were forbidden to do, tried to restrain me, attempted to steal the ute, ran away and lied yet again. There are plenty of men out there who'd take a whip to you for much less. Perhaps that's what I should do." Beth whimpered and visibly recoiled at his feet causing Jack to pause. "How could you run away from me Beth?" Jack said in a softer voice. His heart ached. All he wanted to do was love her. He hadn't realized quite how hard he'd find it to break her in. The thought of punishing her again made him feel sick but he'd been taught that that's what a real man and a good husband should do whether they want to or not. He could feel himself welling up with tears. "Don't you know I love you? Don't you know how worried I'd be? What would I have done if anything had happened to you? I'd be left here by myself missing you all the time. You mean everything to me but you'd rather die than be here? We could be so happy together Beth if you'd just let me take care of you. I'm trying to be a good husband to you. I'm trying to show you how it could be but you keep pushing me away. I don't want to have to keep punishing you -- I hate it. I just want to see the pleasure I saw on your face this afternoon. Why won't you let me?" Beth was crying now. She'd had her head on the carpet but now she wriggled until her forehead rested on the top of his foot. She knew it was a submissive gesture but she needed to feel close to him. "Well? What have you got to say for yourself? And be very careful what you say Beth." Jack warned. Beth believed him. She believed that he was upset she'd left, that he'd been worried for her safety, that he'd miss her if she were gone and even that he loved her. Jack was doing exactly what he'd been raised to do which was to claim a woman and make her his - but he'd involved his heart in it now. He'd involved hers too. "I'm sorry." she sobbed. And she meant it. Jack was almost as innocent in all this as she was. She'd hurt him badly by trying to leave and that had never been her intention. "I'm so sorry Jack. I don't want to hurt your feelings or make you worry. I know you're only trying to protect me and be the husband you think you should be but I can't stay here. I've got to go home. Please at least let me talk to my family and let them know I'm safe. Please Jack, please." Beth raised her head and tried to look in his eyes as she talked. He reached down and brushed her fringe back in his familiar, tender way. She could see that he was fighting back tears and she put her head back down onto his foot. Jack saw the pain etched on his wife's face. This was so hard for her. She missed her parents, her friends and her freedom. This must be such a huge adjustment to make. She had said she was sorry and he hated seeing her cry like this. He wanted to comfort her and tell her everything would be alright -- her training could wait for a minute. "I still have to punish you." Jack concluded. Beth nodded and stayed quiet. Jack undid the ropes and helped her up until she was sitting in his lap. She pressed her face into his neck and sobbed quietly while he rocked her. "Ssssshhh Beth. It's ok. Ssssshhh. What am I gonna do with you? Hmmm? Sssshhh." They stayed like that for what seemed an eternity until Beth finally had her breathing under control and Jack had kissed her lips until they were cherry red. Then he lifted her to her feet and took her hand leading her to the bedroom. She knew what was coming. She knew she didn't deserve it. She knew it was unavoidable. "Take your clothes off Beth." he ordered softly and she complied. He lay her on the bed face down and stuffed a couple of pillows under her hips to raise her bottom up. He fastened the wrist and ankle cuffs so that she was stretched out and then reached for the paddle. "70 - and you will count every one. 1 I will not run away, 2 I will not run away, 3 I will not run away. Understand?" Beth nodded and the first one crashed down. At 40 Jack took a break and got Beth some water. He spoke soothing words to her and said how proud he was of the way she was taking it. He hoped this would be the last time she would get anything this severe and she nodded in agreement. Jack wiped the tears from her eyes and made sure she was as comfortable as possible before picking up the paddle and resuming the punishment. By the end of it Beth had lost her voice entirely. She slept after he had rubbed arnica cream into her backside and he decided to leave her in the restraints for now in case she tried to roll over in her fitful dreams. Tiredly Jack got himself something quick to eat before climbing into bed next to her, snuggling into her soft hair and kissing her nose. So much for day 1, maybe day 2 would be better. The roar of the propellers woke them the following morning. Jack had fallen asleep in his clothes so all he needed to do was pull his boots on. Beth had raised her head, wide eyed and tried to speak but her throat was still too sore. Jack kissed her and ran his hand through her hair. "It's just the mail run sweetheart. I'll be back in a minute." Jack strolled out into the early morning sunshine and clasped hands with Dave. "Jack my old mate! I see you finally got the place finished! It looks great." said Dave with a warm smile. He'd been Jack's postman for years going all the way back to when his Grandfather was still alive. Nice family, kept themselves to themselves but never caused any bother. "How are you Dave? How's the wife?" "Oh you know, same old same old. When're you gonna finally settle down? I met your Dad's new wife the other day. Mellissa is it? -- she's a looker!" "Yeah -- she's gonna make him really happy I think. As for me, I got married day before yesterday as it happens." said Jack proudly. "Get out! Where's the lucky lady then? Let's meet her!" said Dave taking a step towards the homestead expectantly. "She's tied up at the moment Dave -- she'll meet you next time." A grin spread across Dave's face. "Got her tied to the kitchen sink have ya? Start as you mean to go on I say! Well done lad." Jack was about to explain that she was actually tied to the bed following a punishment when Dave continued - "I've got some mail here from your Dad and a few other bits and bobs. Anything to go out?" "Yeah, hang on a minute and I'll go and get it." said Jack running back into the house. He grabbed the letters off the side table and ran back out to him. "Here you go Dave. I'd invite you in for a cuppa but I've really gotta go and see to the mrs." Dave laughed loudly and clapped Jack on the shoulder. "Yeah -- give her a good seeing to for me while you're at it Jack!" Jack's expression darkened. "That's my wife you're talking about Dave. Watch what you say thanks." "Aw, sorry mate. Didn't mean to cause offence. I really hope you'll both be very happy together." said Dave still giggling at his own joke as he hastily retreated back to his plane. "See you next month Jack!" he called closing the cockpit door and taking off into the cloudless sky. He thought it was odd that Jack was being quite so defensive but then, he reasoned, he was still in the honeymoon period. It wouldn't be long before he'd be making his own crude jokes about his wife. Jack grumbled to himself as he walked back inside. He'd never been short with Dave before and he knew that the old man was harmless but he couldn't stand the thought of anyone insulting Beth like that. He went straight to Beth and kissed her as he released her restraints. "Why don't you go and have a nice long shower while I cook breakfast sweetheart? You must be starving?" he said as he rubbed her aching shoulders. Beth nodded and closed the door behind her. Switching the shower on, Beth sank to the floor and wrapped her arms around her body. She'd tried to shout and scream for help when she heard Jack talking to someone outside but her voice had gone completely and it was useless. She let the hot water wash away her tears as she contemplated the mess she'd gotten herself into. She tried to organize her thoughts into cold facts:- What Jack was doing was wrong. Jack didn't understand that. He had hurt her and would hurt her again. He loved her and wanted to keep her safe. People would be worried about her. She didn't want to leave him. She needed to see her family. She liked him? Loved him? She was afraid of him. She didn't want to hurt him again. She had to get away. How could she possibly fix this so that there was a happy ending for everyone? She knew she'd have plenty of time to think about it as she hastily finished showering and dried herself ready for breakfast. Jack was just putting the plates on the table when she walked in. It had crossed his mind that she might try to run again and he'd been listening intently to her every move. He breathed a sigh of relief as she entered. Scrambled eggs on toast was just what she needed and he'd made a fresh pot of tea which would soothe her throat. He pulled out her chair for her and kissed the top of her head as she sat. "Mmmm you smell lovely sweetheart." he said burrowing his nose further into her still damp hair. "Hope you like eggs? I can make something else if you don't?" Beth smiled and shook her head as she picked up her fork. "I got a letter from my Dad. He assumes by now I have found a wife and sends his congratulations to us both. He wants to visit soon but Mellissa needs a bit more training before he'd be happy to travel. He says Mellissa has settled in really well and has taken to her new life like a duck to water. He talks about the cattle station a bit, nothing you'd be interested in I don't think and says he's looking forward to meeting his first grandchild when the time comes!" he glanced up at her and was pleased to see her listening to his every word as she ate. "I was thinking, if you're good, maybe you could write a letter to your family to let them know you're ok. Would you like that sweetheart?" "Yes." Beth mouthed soundlessly. "It's unusual. Women don't normally have any contact with their families after they've been taken but if it makes you happy..." Jack couldn't help but smile at his wife who's eyes had lit up with hope. "OK Beth. The mail plane will be back next month so you can put a letter in then." The light died a bit when he mentioned how long it would be till the next visit but she continued smiling and went back to her eggs. After breakfast Jack watched as Beth washed up the plates and cleaned the work surfaces. She was so graceful. He loved the way she moved -- so unaware of how beautiful she was. It felt so right to watch her taking care of the housework, like she was born to do it, and in that moment Jack promised himself that he would never let her go no matter how many times she tried to escape. Jack gently wrapped his arms around her from behind as she stood at the sink. Kissing her neck, he moved his hands up to cup her breasts. It never failed to amaze him how soft, warm and smooth she felt to touch. He ran his fingers over her nipples until they stood to attention all the while whispering in her ear. "Look at you sweetheart. You're so beautiful. Good girl. Do you like it when I touch you here? Hmmm? Oh, you like that don't you. I'm gonna make you feel so good Beth. I'm gonna make you want more..." Beth's head had fallen back onto his shoulder and her breathing had become heavier. He was so good with his hands! She willed herself to fight him off but her brain reminded her of the paddle and her body reminded her of the pleasure she'd felt the last time he'd touched her this way. His hands slid lower. They travelled slowly down her sides making her shiver with anticipation. Curling his left arm around her body to hold her still, Jack worked his right hand to her tingling clit. He barely brushed against it with the pad of his finger and she jumped. So sensitive. Working lower, he separated her lips and explored her folds. Beth writhed in his embrace and formed silent sounds with her mouth. His middle finger slipped into her wetness and she gasped at the feeling of fullness. In and out it slid, tapping her G spot as it moved. Beth's hands moved of their own accord. They reached backwards to Jack's hips and grasped at his jeans. She needed to anchor her hands somewhere so they wouldn't get in his way or try to stop him so she fisted the blue material of his pockets and clung on as he increased his pace. Jack positioned his thumb over her clit and rubbed harshly as his finger continued to plunge into her body. He watched her reactions carefully -- she was moving her hips in time with him, her breathing was much heavier now and a red flush covered her body but there was one sign in particular that he was looking for. The pressure built and built. Beth's absent voice didn't seem to stop her trying to make noises but the pain in her throat didn't even register as she gasped and sighed. Jack became rougher with her, increasing his strength and Beth couldn't take it any more. Her lower lip began to tremble and... To Take a Wife Ch. 03 Jack stopped. As soon as he saw that tell tale sign, he withdrew from her pussy and held her tight. Beth's eyes flew open and she turned her head towards his with her eyes full of question. Jack chuckled and kissed her nose. "Not until I let you sweetheart." With that, Jack swept her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He used his clever tongue to drive her to the brink again and again before withdrawing. Beth tried to stay still and quiet in the hope that he would be tricked into sending her over the edge but somehow he knew exactly when to stop. Her lower lip trembled for the fifteenth time that morning and she wanted to scream in frustration. Jack was above her suddenly, wiping away tears that she hadn't realized she'd shed. "Sssshhh sweetheart. It's ok. I've got you. Sssshhh. Just ask, Beth. Just ask me." he whispered gently. Jack sucked in a nipple and flicked his tongue over the very tip of it. He kept his eyes on her at all times, watching her thoughts cross her face like an open book. She knew what he wanted and she was desperate for release but to ask him would be an admission that she was enjoying it. Jack ran his palm ever so slowly down her body towards the apex of her womanhood. Beth whimpered and covered her eyes with her hands. She couldn't take any more. "Please." she croaked "Please let me finish." Jack removed his hand and released her nipple from the warm cave of his mouth. He kissed her deeply as he settled himself between her thighs. "Good girl." he said pulling her legs up to rest on his shoulders. Supporting his weight on his hands, Jack thrust deeply into Beth. He pulled nearly all the way out before plunging back in again and again and again. In a few short minutes, Beth was contracting around him and her head was thrown backwards in a silent scream. As Jack pulled out, fluid gushed from her body covering them both in her warm juices. She was quaking from head to toe and looked as shocked as he was. Jack grinned. "Female ejaculation sweetheart. You needed that didn't you!" he swooped down and kissed her still trembling lips thrilled that she had responded so well to him. He turned her onto her side and gathered her in his comfortable embrace before entering her gently from behind. He rocked in and out to his own completion managing to give her one more smaller orgasm in the process. Jack mentally congratulated himself on a job well done as they lay recovering on the now soaking sheets. Quickly, harshly, fairly with an overdose of pleasure. The plan seemed to be working. Soon Beth would be completely domesticated and they could begin their long and happy married life together. "Come on sweetheart, up you get. Your husband is hungry and needs feeding!" said Jack playfully swatting her behind. She made them both some sandwiches for lunch and Jack pulled her onto his lap while they ate. It felt so nice to be close to him and she noticed a strange empty feeling begin to develop every time he left the room (which was never for more than 2 minutes). That afternoon he introduced her to the magic wand. She squirmed so much that he had to restrain her in the end. Her voice, which had started to return, was gone again by the end of the session and they both lay entwined on the bed in satisfaction until the sun went down. Beth was then ordered to make the evening meal, clean up and sit at her husband's feet while he ran his fingers through her hair. She hugged his legs as he talked to her, telling her how precious she was, how fate had called him to her and how he would never let anything bad happen to her. Beth felt so small and protected by him and she struggled to keep a sense of reality. The outside world seemed to fall away so easily and she had to focus hard to see anything other than Jack. She had to get out of here before the old Beth was lost forever. To Take a Wife Ch. 04 Hello everyone! Here's the final chapter. Thank you for all the fantastic comments, emails and suggestions -- I love reading them. This was a tricky chapter to write as so many of you wrote asking for a different ending to the one I had in mind. I've tried to amalgamate the two and I hope everyone is pleased with the result. Don't forget to vote! p.s. To any Aussie readers - please forgive inaccuracies! MelloT x * Two weeks had passed and Beth had slipped into a stable routine. She woke at dawn to make breakfast for them both before Jack left to see to the cattle. He'd padded an ankle restraint to make it more comfortable for her and attached the long, snaking chain to a central pillar in the homestead which allowed her to get to each and every corner of the building. She'd spend the tedious and lonely mornings cleaning, washing clothes and baking before making lunch ready for Jack's return at 1:00. After lunch they would spend a good couple of hours in the bedroom learning more about each others bodies. Beth was learning to please Jack with her mouth. She had accidentally grazed him a couple of times, earning herself a few sharp swats with the paddle but she seemed to be getting the hang of it now. Jack always made sure she had at least 3 orgasms per afternoon plus the odd one throughout the day as and when he felt like it. Not to mention the nights... or the mornings. Beth could feel herself craving his attentions when it had been more than a few hours and during those times she would do anything to please him. He was her addiction. She doubted she would recognize herself anymore and in her sane and sober moments she mourned the loss of her former self. Her family and friends crossed her mind regularly and it was more than she could bear to think of the distress she was causing them. The mail run was still so far away. Jack was extremely pleased with his wife's progress and he had tested her on a few occasions by leaving the room for longer periods of time. She had passed with flying colours, rushing to his side when he re-entered. Beth hadn't brought up the subject of freedom for women again but he often caught her with a sad expression which he would hasten to replace with one of orgasm induced bliss. He'd pushed his doubts to the back of his mind and focused on making her happy. "Bye sweetheart. Be good!" said Jack planting a quick kiss on her lips as he walked out the door. The brilliant orange sun was blazing hot already and Beth worried about how much Jack was subjected to it's rays. She had spent the previous evening rubbing lotion into his burnt neck and had made sure he'd put lashings of sun cream on this morning. She reflected on how much she was fussing over him lately. He'd become her top priority and her every waking moment seemed to be spent on making sure he had everything he needed and was content. She berated herself -- it was so easy to get dragged into his world. Beth returned to the kitchen trailing her tinkling, metallic chain behind her. She hated the mornings. They seemed to last an eternity and her body craved the wonderful sensations that only Jack could provide. The housework didn't require any concentration and she switched to autopilot. This left her mind free to wander to thoughts of Jack's strong hands on her body. He'd lift her as easily as if he was lifting a bag of shopping. His hands were slightly rough from working outdoors but it only added to the sensation as they slid their way down her sides. His thick fingers could seek out her hidden clit and have her squealing within seconds. And his mouth... oh his mouth! It knew exactly when and where to lick, suck and nibble. He knew her body better than she knew it herself and he would frequently have her begging for more. Beth shook herself. Was it right that he should have such utter command of her body? Putting aside the fact that he was keeping her against her will, was it normal that he could control her, unrestrained, during sex? Did this happen with 'normal' couples? Beth had no way of knowing. All she knew was that she desperately wanted him. Trying to distract herself, Beth thought about what she would be doing right now if she was still in the 'real world'. She glanced at the clock - 8:00 already. She'd have had her shower and would be getting dressed ready for work. She would probably have already been on the phone to suppliers nagging them about deliveries that should have arrived yesterday. She might have had a phone call from Jane -- a waitress who always seemed to call in sick on Saturday mornings despite being absolutely fine when she left work to go out partying the night before. By 9:00 she'd be at the restaurant making sure that the chef was happy and had everything he needed. Tables would need to be laid, cutlery polished and salt cellars filled. She'd be checking the tills have enough money in them and making sure there was enough staff for the day ahead. Half way through the morning she'd get a phone call from Karen who'd want to spend a good half an hour gossiping about one thing or another. Beth smiled when she thought about how often she'd try to stop the conversation and get on with her work but Karen would always have another piece of juicy info that would keep Beth on the line. How she missed her friends. Her Mum and Dad sometimes popped in for lunch on Saturdays and if the restaurant wasn't too busy, Beth would pull up a chair and sit with them for a while. Her Dad would complain about the neighbour's tree that drops its leaves into their pool or talk about the rugby regardless of whether Beth was interested or not. Her Mum would tell her long and boring stories about second cousins she hadn't seen since she was 8 and could barely remember or go into great detail about the hip replacement that the woman across the street had just had. Beth would give anything to listen to them again. Wiping a tear away, Beth moved on to cleaning the bathroom. There was wax on the sides of the bath from the candles Jack had put there last night. He'd surprised her with a luxurious bubble bath. Water during the summer was a precious thing so quick showers had been the norm. He must have filled the bath while she was washing up because she didn't hear a thing. He'd come up behind her and wrapped his warm arms around her body before kissing her neck. She loved it when he did that -- he knew the exact spot that would make her tingle. Beth remembered how she'd tensed up when he slipped the blindfold over her eyes but he had soothed her with his voice and held her tight as he walked her through the homestead. When he finally stopped, he left her standing for a moment while he put on some music and she heard the rustle of his clothes falling to the floor. Then she felt his comforting embrace as he gently uncovered her eyes. The bathroom was in candle light and he had put two glasses of red wine by the side of the steaming bath. The bubbles looked so enticing and the scent of jasmine filled the air. Beth remembered how he'd whispered how good she'd been and how proud he was of her. She'd felt so warm inside when he said that but there was still a part of her that screamed in rebellion. They'd both clambered into the bath with him sitting behind her so that she could lean back into him. She could still feel his fingers in her hair, massaging the shampoo into her scalp and combing the conditioner along every strand. He'd sponged her down with such incredible tenderness and affection, all the while whispering erotic words which made her ache for his fingers to travel south. He'd studiously avoided that area and Beth wondered at how such a beautiful, relaxing treat could be such a terrible, agonizing torture at the same time. After a million wonderful/horrible minutes, she felt the sponge lightly graze her labia and Beth tilted her head back onto his shoulder with a gasp. Jack abandoned the sponge then and his talented fingers had run up and down her crease making her hips rock in time to his motions. When Jack finally dipped his finger into her core, the entire world faded away and Beth could focus on nothing but the explosion of pleasure that ripped through her body. Beth felt her heart rate increase as images of the previous evening filled her mind's eye. Still on autopilot, she moved through the homestead cleaning as she went but in her imagination she was still in that warm, soapy bath surrounded by candles. Surrounded by Jack. Finding herself in the bedroom, she gave into temptation and slipped under the cool sheet. Her wandering fingers were unsurprised to find that she was already very wet and she used her own juices to ease her passage over her throbbing clit. It was never as good as when Jack did it and she couldn't work out what he did differently. Beth's fingers ran in lazy circles around the little nub and her body gave small jerks whenever she crossed it's centre. Her left hand rested lightly on her breast and she toyed with her stiff nipple that seemed to crave something more than her touch. Beth increased the pace and pressure on her clit, trying to get closer to her goal. Her eyes were firmly closed as she pictured Jack lifting her out of the bath and wrapping her in the large, fluffy towel. His hands had been everywhere as he dried her off before carrying her naked body into the bedroom. Beth remembered how he had wasted no time entering her and she had shrieked with pleasure and shock as his large shaft plunged it's way into her tight channel. He'd held still for a moment, allowing her to adjust before ramming into her hard. How could something that hurt so much feel so good? Beth's breathing was labored now. She flicked at her clitoris and pinched her nipple getting closer and closer but still not feeling fulfilled. She felt small beads of sweat run off her brow and soak into the pillows. She scrunched her eyes up tighter and bit her lip urging herself on. Jack could have her cumming within minutes -- why did it take so long to get there by herself? At last she peaked. Beth moaned out loud partly with relief and partly with frustration -- her orgasm had been small and no-where near as satisfying as she had become used to. Her eyes still tightly shut, she relaxed into the soft bed and caught her breath while the sweat dried on her naked body. Leaning against the doorframe, Jack watched his beautiful wife. He saw the frown on her brow as she tried to make herself cum, the trembling lips when she finally got there and the whispered word that she normally screamed when he was the one in control -- "Jack". He was rock hard at the sight. "You seem to have started without me sweetheart. That was naughty of you!" Beth sat bolt upright, her eyes wide with shock. There stood Jack with a sly grin on his face and it was clear he had seen everything. "I, er, I'm sorry, I ..." Beth was panicking. She tried to cover herself with the sheet before realizing that that was probably the exact opposite of what Jack would want. She pushed it away but she felt so embarrassed that she couldn't help curling her legs up and wrapping her arms around her knees. She couldn't meet his eyes. Jack laughed and sat on the bed. Brushing the hair out of her face, he raised her chin and kissed her lips. "Naughty girls get punished." he whispered. Beth pulled back with a sharp intake of breath and looked at him. She steeled herself for the paddle but Jack grinned and winked at her. He hadn't ordered her to go and get it, or reached for it himself. What did he mean then? He pulled her towards him again and kissed her nose before continuing to push her forwards. Beth found herself lying face down over his knee. Jack spread her legs wide and his warm, calloused hand rubbed circles into the cheeks of her bottom. Beth's breathing was shallow and she tensed up with anticipation. Smack. He swatted her and immediately rubbed the sting away. Beth had jumped on impact but it hadn't hurt. Smack. Again he rubbed. "Mmmmm -- you've got such a gorgeous bottom sweetheart. All round and red..." Smack. Rub. "I could rub it all day. But I know you want to be rubbed somewhere else, don't you?" Smack. Rub. "Answer me Beth -- don't you?" Smack. Rub. "Y, yes" Beth whispered. He wasn't hurting her - it was more like a caress. Being over his knee like this should have been embarrassing and degrading but Beth could only focus on the heat emitting from her pussy. She desperately wanted him to touch her there. Smack. Rub. "Well, I'm not sure I should." Smack. Rub. "Maybe you've had enough pleasure for one day and I'm not sure I could be as good as your naughty fingers." Smack. Rub. He was teasing her - she could hear it in his voice. Beth smiled and felt herself relax. Jack felt it too. Smack. Rub. "Convince me Beth -- why should I make you cum?" Smack. Rub. Beth struggled for words. Jack had begun to rub lower and she could feel that he was just millimeters away from her pussy. She groaned and tried to push herself closer but to no avail. "Please." she whispered. Smack. Rub. "Ah, begging. That might work if you try a bit harder." Jack teased. Smack. Rub. Her bottom was getting really red now but he was sure he wasn't causing her any great pain. "Please Jack, please touch me there. I need it. I couldn't do it as well as you can -- please?" Smack. Rub. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." said Jack with a smile. Beth jolted when his fingers finally made contact with her wetness. He moved up and down exploring every fold and crease before pushing two fingers deep into her core. He knew exactly where to press and how hard he should move his fingers in and out. Jack quickly worked her into a frenzy. Her cries and moans turned him on more and more until his erection was painfully hard. Beth called out in shock when he suddenly stood and flipped her over onto her back. Jack fell onto her, pinning her wrists with a playful growl. His cock needed no help finding it's mark and he threw his head back in triumph as Beth screamed in pleasure. She contracted around him and Jack watched in fascination as her stomach muscles visibly rippled. Two more pumps had him shooting his load into her womb and he collapsed on top of her. He usually lasted a lot longer than that -- seeing Beth masturbate and then the erotic spanking had pushed him right to the edge. He kissed her panting lips and rolled to the side, gathering her into his arms as he went. "God how I love you Beth." he whispered into her hair before falling into a well earned doze. Totally and utterly satisfied in his arms, Beth closed her eyes. Thoughts of home, family and freedom had momentarily been chased away by the pure happiness that engulfed her heart. Round two, three and four followed before they finally dragged themselves out of bed and into the kitchen for an extremely late lunch. While Beth cleaned up, Jack pottered around the homestead completing various jobs that Beth had asked him to do -- a screw loose in one of the cupboards, a tap dripping in the bathroom, a jar she couldn't open etc. Every time he passed her he'd find a reason to kiss her neck, brush her hair back or place his hand on her waist. Beth could sense his presence without seeing or hearing him and her body ached for his touch. "Beth, I have to go and check the water tower. Stay here -- I'll be back in a minute." Jack said pointing to the cushion on the floor by his chair. Beth hurried over to it and knelt down. She hated it when he left her -- it was as if she couldn't trust herself anymore. When he left she had time to think and her rational brain would tell her how crazy she was being. Jack had been gone for roughly 3 minutes. It felt like 3 hours. If she could just get word to her family she'd feel so much better. 4 minutes. He'd still be walking to the tower -- it's a good 5 minutes away. The mail run wasn't for another two and a half weeks. Too long. How long would he spend checking it? 5 minutes? 10? Beth pictured her mobile phone in the back of the ute. Would she have time to ring her Mum? All she needed to do was reassure her that she was fine and hang up. That's all she needed to say. 6 minutes gone. What harm could it do? Jack would never know. Suddenly Beth was on her feet and running to the front door. She crossed the dusty front yard and reached into the bed of the ute fishing around for her bag. Thank God she had switched it off while they had their meal that night -- there should still be some juice in the battery. It took an age to switch itself on and then message after message beeped its way loudly onto her phone. 58 missed calls, 37 texts. Beth glanced nervously at the door before hitting her mum and dad's speed dial button. "Hello?" "Mum, it's me." "Beth? Oh my God Beth! Are you ok? Where are you? Are you hurt? Tell us where..." "Mum, Mum I'm fine. I'm... fine. I...(sniff)" "Where are you honey?" "I don't know (sob) On a cattle station somewhere. I, I can't leave and, and, he's coming back (sob). I've got to go before he catches me..." "Beth?! What's his name? Is there a road sign? A mountain? Anything like that? Beth?!" "Jack Walker. I've got to go (sob) I love you!" Beth crumpled as she switched off the phone and ran back into the house. What had she done? She'd never intended to tell her Mum any of that and now she'd ruined everything. She fell back down onto her knees and hugged herself as she cried. "Beth? What's wrong?" There was nothing but concern in Jack's voice as he walked through the door. He went straight to her and pulled her into his arms. As he pushed her fringe away from her face, the gesture she loved so much, she sobbed harder and couldn't get any words out. "Hey, hey, ssshhhh, it's ok sweetheart, I've got you, ssshhhh." he whispered as he rocked her. "Ssshhhh, tell me what's happened." Jack kissed away her tears and sat her up a bit so that he could see her eyes. She couldn't look at him. "I...I did something bad." she sobbed. Jack waited for her to continue. "I phoned my Mum because she was worried and I, I told her who you are..." Beth dissolved into tears again. Jack continued to hold her. "Ok... well, obviously I'm cross that you phoned someone without asking me and I'm cross that you didn't tell me you had a phone but at least you owned up -- your punishment won't be as severe because you told me the truth. Good girl." Jack said kissing her head. Beth sat back and stared wide eyed at him. "But Jack, don't you get it? Mum'll phone the police -- they know where I am now." "Why would she phone the police?" Jack's face was a picture of pure confusion. "Jack! I've been missing for 2 weeks! People have been looking for me! I've been trying to tell you -- you can't just take someone off the street and force them to stay with you!" "Oh Beth, not this again. You're already in big trouble -- don't make it worse for yourself. Go to the bedroom and wait for me." "Jack! ..." "NOW!" "No, Jack you've got to run. There's no time...Jack, no, listen to me... please!" Jack had grabbed her arm and was forcing her down the corridor to their bedroom. It wasn't like Beth to disobey his orders, she usually followed them straight away without question. Once again the thought flittered through his mind that perhaps she was right and he immediately felt angry with himself for such weakness. He pushed her down on her knees in the corner. "I'll deal with you later." he said slamming the door behind him. He had to calm down first -- he always worried he'd go over the top if he punished her while angry. Beth put her head in her hands. She knew the police would be on their way and that this was going to end badly for Jack. If she tried to talk to him now, he would punish her severely and it wouldn't look good if the police arrived to find her unable to sit down. She found herself praying that they would arrive soon so that it could all be over and done with. 2 seconds later she was praying they never find her. To Take a Wife Ch. 04 The whirl of distant helicopter blades interrupted her thoughts. They were here. It was time. With a sigh she got to her feet and pulled her jeans and bra from the bottom drawer. She chose the shirt that Jack had been wearing that morning -- it smelt of him and she knew she'd be glad of it in the weeks to come. She hid his mother's paddle down the back of the chest of drawers (they'd never understand if they saw it) and then padded out to find Jack. He was sitting on the swing seat on the front porch with his head in his hands. He'd heard the helicopters at the same time as she had and his whole world fell apart. She'd been right the whole time. He'd taken her from her home and family, forced himself on her and hurt her repeatedly. He'd kept her chained up like an animal and had refused to listen to her words of truth. Everything he'd been taught was wrong. He was wrong. Beth sat beside him and kissed his cheek. Jack flinched. "How can you stand to be anywhere near me after what I've done to you? I'm so sorry Beth, I should have listened. You tried to tell me but... I thought... I'm sorry." Beth put her arm around him as the helicopters hovered above. "We're gonna sort this out Jack. I'll explain everything to them and we can start again. I love you but things have to change. I can't be your property for the rest of my life. I just can't." "You love me?" Jack raised his watery eyes to hers. She'd never said that before. Beth nodded and kissed him before walking towards the police that were now swarming towards them. They had their guns raised at Jack and Beth tried to keep her body between them. "It's ok, he's not dangerous. He's going to come with you so you don't need... hey! Ow!" An officer had grabbed Beth's arm and was roughly pulling her out of the line of fire. Beth had no shoes on and she'd stepped on something sharp causing her to fall. The officer continued to drag her across the stony ground. "TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" Jack roared as he ran towards them. There was a scuffle as Jack tried to free Beth from the officer's grasp. "No! Jack stop, it's...NO!" BANG! .................... 6 months later. A cool breeze swept down the street causing people to huddle further into their winter coats. It didn't seem to stop them staring. They whispered to each other as they passed by and some even pointed. They'd all heard the story:- what had happened during those 2 weeks, the inquiry that followed and the odd decision that had been made. There was no such thing as privacy in this small town. Time seemed to have slowed down to an almost complete stop -- it always does when you're waiting for something. Another glance at the watch only to find it hasn't budged at all. Voices flit through the mind - voices of reason, sanity, desire, selfishness. Is this really a good idea? But it's too late for doubts now, the unusual arrangements have been made and there's no turning back - at least, not without upsetting an awful lot of people. At long last the bus comes around the corner. Why is it going so incredibly slow? Finally it reaches the bus stop and the doors slide back. There's only one person getting off at this stop and he steps with determination and confidence. "Hello Beth. I'm Jack. It's really nice to meet you." He longs to pull her roughly into his arms and kiss her mouth until it's red raw. To throw her over his shoulder and carry her back to the homestead where he can ravage her again and again. He wants to claim her, declare to the world that she belongs to him but he contains himself. Instead he takes her hand and gently shakes it. He promised they'd start from scratch and he wouldn't break that promise for anything in the world. "Hi Jack. Let's get your bags -- I've made up the spare room for you and you've got a private telephone hooked up in there so that you can talk to your councilor whenever you need to." He didn't think it was possible to love anyone this much. This was going to be so hard but he was sure the end result would be worth it. He would forever be haunted by that awful day when the gun went off. Beth had anticipated the shot and thrown herself in front of him. The bullet had struck her from behind forcing her into his arms. As he lay her carefully on the ground, he felt a hundred rough hands grab at him and pull him away. She had reached out to him as she lay in a pool of blood and there had been nothing he could do. It was 2 days before he was finally told that she was going to be alright and they were the longest and most frightening of his life. The bullet had lodged itself in her shoulder. She'd needed an operation to repair the damage, lots of physio and had needed to wear a sling for months afterwards but now she was almost fully recovered. All because of him. It was his fault completely. They collected his bags from the driver. He didn't have much -- didn't need much in prison. He'd spent the last six months being re-educated and re-programmed. He'd learnt about women's lib, equal opportunities, female leaders that had changed the world, observed married couples, learnt how to solve arguments and spent long hours talking to psychiatrists. Beth had been there for him every step of the way. She had defended him in court as much as she could without lying and had insisted to the judge that the only experience he'd ever had of a female had been a child's perspective of an old woman who'd been enslaved for years. His father had been arrested too but Mellissa was too far gone and lied to the court, saying that she had agreed to go with him. The judge could see through her but his father had been released regardless. Jack still owned the cattle station but it could wait. There was nothing more important than Beth right now. He had a lot of making up to do. "That's a cute little bundle you've got there. How far along are you?" he knew full well the answer to that question but he wanted to keep up the pretense - show her how serious he was about this. Beth rubbed her baby bump. "Just over 6 months." she said with tears in her eyes. She flicked her head gently to clear her fringe from her sight. It immediately fell back into place and Jack instinctively pushed it back for her. Realizing his mistake, Jack quickly pulled his hand back and pulled a concerned face. Had he blown it already? Seeing his panic triggered something in Beth. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was relief, maybe it was the shear ridiculousness of the situation but Beth's reaction was to laugh - a tinkling laugh that sounded like music. Jack hadn't heard that laugh since the day he first saw her and he knew in that moment that everything was going to be fine. She was his world. She was all that mattered. The most courageous person he'd ever met. He was so glad he hadn't broken her but maybe, well... perhaps they had tamed each other?