Norah\'s Descent

Chapter Five     Fed to the Cubs

 

After many minutes of crying my heart out on Diane’s shoulder, she led me around to the other side of the bed, opened up her wardrobe and after searching through several shelves she pulled out a track suit.

 

“Here, put this on love.”

 

I was several sizes bigger than Diane, but the tracksuit was loose fitting and I gratefully took it from her and dressed myself. I had no underwear but that was of little consequence. I was just grateful to be able to hide my nakedness. Diane also threw on a tee shirt and shorts that did little to hide her desirable body.

 

Diane then took my hand, and led me like a helpless child down the hallway to the front door. Thankfully Mark was nowhere in sight. Diane opened the front door, placed the rent money in my hand, kissed me lightly on cheek, and as I stepped outside she mumbled in my ear, “You are so sweet.” She actually caused me to blush.

 

Fortunately the rain and thunder had now passed. I drove home in a stunned trance, and once inside my apartment I flopped onto the bed, exhausted, and surprisingly slept like a baby.

 

Needless to say, I could not face up to what I had allowed to happen to me. It troubled me greatly and I just could not deal with it emotionally. I soon convinced myself that it was an act of temporary insanity, brought about by the stress of the unpaid rent and the frightening storm. I desperately wanted to forget the whole incident, but what troubled me most was the ‘deal’ I had done with Mark to stop the whipping. I decided to hatch up a smart plan to get me off the hook. I wrote a very polite letter to them both, apologising for my behaviour on that night, asking them to forgive me and also to forget about everything that had happened. I also wrote that I realised I had, under stress, made a deal with Mark, and since I was a woman who kept her word I was prepared to offer them one months free rent in exchange for the deal.

 

Even though it irritated me greatly to forfeit one months rent, I desperately wanting to get the ‘deal’ settled otherwise I would always be in fear of picking up the phone and hearing Mark’s voice on the other end. I was very confident they would jump at my generous offer, given they were poor students.

 

I was flabbergasted when I opened my mail a few days later to find they had returned my letter to me, and in big print had written ‘No deal.’ I was furious and picked up the phone to have it out with them, but then thought better of it and hung up before I had finished dialling.

 

I was totally on edge. Every time the phone went over the ensuing days I picked it up with trepidation. I struggled to stay focused on my business and felt my life was falling apart.

 

Finally the time came when the rent was due. I checked my bank account, but the payment had not been made. I was not surprised. I had to wait 2 days until I received the phone call that I knew was inevitable. It was Mark, requesting that I pick the rent up from them in person at 8.00pm that night

 

“I would much rather not,” I responded, but to me my voice lacked conviction.

 

“ But you will”, Mark replied confidently, “You are, after all, a woman of your word. Isn’t that how you put it?”

 

“Yes but I made a fair offer to…..” I tried to plead my case but Mark had hung up.

 

I tried to stay focused by cooking dinner, but then found I had no appetite to eat it. I then ran a hot bath and bathed in the luxuriant warmth. It made me relax and cleared my head. I resolved I would go to 17 Wisteria Lane and collect the rent. However I was a grown woman and would not allow myself to be manipulated by a teenager. If I were strong, nothing would happen to me.

 

I drove to 17 Wisteria feeling strong and confident. It was a beautiful starry night. A good omen I though. I parked my Mercedes and strode confidently up to the front door, but as I stood there about to knock I could feel the butterflies in my stomach and the familiar quicken of the heartbeat. I was furious with myself as I sucked in big breaths of fresh air to try and steady myself. I was then totally off guard when the front door opened, as I had not even knocked.

 

It was Mark, wearing only a bathrobe, and with his mobile phone to his ear. He beckoned for me to come in but continued his conversation on the mobile. I entered and stood awkwardly, aware that even though he had not even said a word to me he was already exerting his control.

 

Finally he interrupted his conversation and addressed me. “Undress.”

 

He made the comment so casually, like he was asking me if I wanted coffee.

 

For a moment I stared at him open mouthed, then responded, “Pardon Me?”

 

“You heard me. Undress. Take off all your clothing. Everything. Including your jewellery.”

 

I was deeply embarrassed. Not only was he showing me absolutely no respect, but also whoever was on the phone could clearly overhear how he was talking to me. I stood defiant. I looked up the hallway hoping that Diane would appear to at least give me support. And the thought of seeing her delectable naked body would be very pleasant, I hated to admit to myself. However Diane was nowhere to be seen.

 

“I will not ask again.” Marks young eyes pierced through me, then he casually returned to his phone conversation.

 

I tried so hard to remain stoic. To remain loyal to my old persona. But my hands betrayed me. They began undoing the buttons to my own clothing. I was having this outer body experience again. I was this other person looking down on this 42 year old woman betraying all her ideals, all her morals.

 

Soon I was clad in only my underwear. I wanted desperately to stop there, to retain some of my dignity at least. But instead I took in a deep breath, removed my bra, and then stepped out of my panties. I could not believe I had actually done it. Then I recalled his request to remove my jewellery therefore took out my earrings and removed my two rings. This simple act served to even increase my feelings of nakedness.

 

Throughout my undressing Mark starred at me dispassionately, continuing his conversation unabated. Once I was naked I fidgeted nervously. I was embarrassed beyond belief, but knew that underlying all this embarrassment there was an undeniable sexual energy pulsing through my body. This frightened me, as I did not understand it. There is no way I should be feeling this way.

 

Finally Mark finished his conversation and put down the phone. His eyes studied me from head to toe.

 

“Turn around”

 

Slowly I turned full circle. I could not believe I was allowing this 19 year old to study my body in detail.

 

“You are overweight”

 

I am not sure what I expected Mark to say to me, but it was certainly not as ego crushing as being told I am overweight.

 

“I am a lot older than you and Diane,” I responded defensively.

 

“How old are you?”

 

“Thirty nine,” I lied. A woman lying about her age comes naturally.

 

“Your age is no excuse for being overweight”

 

I felt like telling him he would hardly know what it was like to endure a broken marriage and work long hours running a successful business, however I just bit my lower lip and remained silent

 

“Do you exercise?” he enquired

 

“No.”

 

“Not at all?” he responded, almost disbelievingly

 

“No. I am a busy woman.” I felt very affronted by his questioning

 

“That is no excuse. Do you watch your diet?”

 

“ No. I guess not” I hated his line of questioning, mainly because it was a sore point with me. I did not exercise, I did not eat well, and I was most definitely overweight for my height and age.

 

“How much do you weigh?” he continued to probe.

 

“I don’t know.” I responded surly, and it was the truth. I had been too afraid to hop on the scales for a long while.

 

“There are scales in the bathroom. Go and weigh yourself.”

 

Feeling like a child being scolded by her mother, I trotted naked down the hall to the bathroom, weighed myself, checking a second time to ensure they were right, then returned to Mark.

 

“Well?” he enquired, giving me the familiar raised eyebrow look.

 

“148 lb” Against my better judgement, I did not lie.

 

“And what weight did you use to be?”

 

“120 lb” The truth hurt. For my size I was at least 20lb overweight. Not a disaster, but I was getting flabby and my weight was increasing alarmingly.

 

“I will give you an exercise program and a diet for you to follow. If you do not lose weight you will be punished. Is that clear?”

 

I opened my mouth in amazement. I knew that both Diane and Mark were both studying physical education at university, but this still gave him no right to treat me in such a manner.

 

I glared at Mark, but he just glared right back.

 

“Have I made myself clear?”

 

I hung my head in defeat. “Yes sir.”

 

“Very well. Lets move on. I am eager to settle the little ‘deal’ we have.”

 

My heart began to pound with trepidation, and again I felt light headed, followed quickly by nausea. Fear registered in my eyes. I quickly cupped my hands over my mouth as I dry-retched, and made a dash for the toilet fearing I was going to vomit.

 

Fortunately I didn’t and eventually I managed to settle my nerves down. Sheepishly I returned to Mark, who had not moved

“Are we ready now?” he enquired, seemingly showing a smidgen of concern for my wellbeing

 

“Yes sir”

 

I had expected him to head off down the hallway to the bedroom, but instead he went in the opposite direction towards the garage. Confused, I silently followed him, and we did indeed enter the garage. It was cold and dank, and full of old furniture and general rubbish. The floor was dirty. I had promised to clean it out for my young tenants so they could use it to park their car, but had not got around to it, figuring they had such a heap of a car it wouldn’t matter if it were left parked outside. I felt bad at my inaction.

 

Mark turned to me, “Did you, or did you not, promise to clear out this garage for us?”

 

I hung my head in genuine shame, “I promise I will get it done straight away”

 

“Good. But to reinforce your shameful conduct you are going to be punished, here, amongst the filthy mess.”

 

I looked around at the mess. “Please no, I promise I will have it cleaned tomorrow.”

 

“Too late for your promises.” With that Mark picked up a coil of rope from the floor. “Turn around”

 

Obediently I turned to face away from him. He reached around me with the rope and tied it tightly around my waist, restricting my breath. He then clasped my hands together and tied them to the back of my waist.

 

“Open your legs”

 

I slid my legs open, and felt Mark reach through with the rope. I let out a cry of surprise as I felt him pull my pussy lips open, placing the rope through the middle. The rope was then looped around itself at my waist in the front, then pulled back through my pussy. He fiddled around until he was sure it was tight to his satisfaction then secured it.

 

The feeling of the rope biting into my labia was painful and pinched my tender, sensitive genital region. But I knew it was also inflaming my arousal. It felt lustfully nasty, the way the control was taken away from me. I was totally in Mark’s hands for him to do with me what he wanted. It was an exotic cocktail I had never experienced before.

 

Mark then pushed me towards a dirty, stained old armchair that had lost half of its stuffing.

 

“Kneel on it,” he commanded, pointing to the chair.

 

Without question I hobbled to the chair, taking short shuffles due to the way the rope was pinching my labia when I moved. I knelt on the seat of the chair, and found I had to rest my head on the back of it to keep my balance. I could smell the stale mustiness of the old furniture.

 

I waited in silence. Having bent at the waist the rope was pulling even tighter over my anus and vagina. The more uncomfortable I felt, the more aroused I became. I prayed Mark would not notice. I could hear Mark looking around in the rubble, and suspected he was trying to find something suitable to beat me with. Finally I heard him give a grunt of approval. I held my breath and anticipated the pain.

 

When he struck me with the piece of flat wood he had in his hand I bounced forward with pain and came dangerously close to falling over the back of the chair. I was leaning over the back, trying to struggle back into position, when he struck me a second time. I cried out in surprise and toppled over the back of the chair, falling on a pile of rubbish. I fell in a heap, unable to protect myself as my hands were secured behind my back. I lay there helplessly, unable to get up, sobbing at the pain in my buttocks.

 

Mark’s hands roughly grabbed at my ropes and he levered me out of the rubbish. The ropes cut into me painfully. I was dirty and smelt. He positioned me back in the chair, my buttocks elevated. He spanked me hard two further times. My backside was on fire, and I sobbed profusely into the musty chair back.

 

Mark then took hold of my arm and roughly pulled me off the chair. I fell onto my knees on the dirty garage floor. When I looked up at Mark he had opened the front of his bathrobe, exposing his nakedness. His penis was full and erect, and seemed to be pointing accusingly at me. Without a word he took a handful of my hair and pulled me to his crutch

 

“Do it!” His tone was forceful. He had total control of me and this obviously gave him a great deal of sexual satisfaction.

 

I had never given oral sex before. The though of it was displeasing to me. But now, bound, beaten, and sexually stimulated, I never hesitated to take his penis deep inside my mouth. I really was unsure of quite what to do, but common sense told me to suck hard. As I did, Mark thrust his penis furiously in my mouth, manipulated my head by tugging back and forward on my hair.

 

Mark groaned and I felt the salty taste of his sperm ejaculating into my mouth. I gagged, but managed to swallow it down.

 

Mark removed himself from my mouth, and wiped the mixture of sperm and saliva off his penis using his bathrobe. I was aware some sperm was dribbling down my cheek. He took hold of my arm and pulled me to my feet. I wrongly assumed my ordeal was over.

 

Mark had another length of rope in his hand, and threw one end of it over a rafter. He tied one end to the rope that bound my arms, and then pulled hard on the other end. The rope pulled me upwards.

 

“Stand on your toes”

 

I obeyed, stretching as high as I could. Again the rope pulled tight, cutting into my labia and buttocks, and hurting my wrists. Mark tied the rope. I struggled to keep myself upright.

 

“Please let me down,” I pleaded.

 

“When I am ready,” he responded callously, before quickly turning and exiting the garage. He closed the door and I was left in darkness.

 

I cried out several times, begging him to come back, but realised it was helpless. I was scared but tried to relax. The dank darkness surrounded me. My senses were heightened. I call smell the mustiness and the rotting rubbish. But I could also smell my own sexual musk, permeating the garage. I realised, that despite being beaten and tied, and being frightened by being alone in the garage, I was sexually aroused. I pressed my pelvis down so that the rope bit even harder into my labia, then began to rotate myself luridly back and forth. Through the pain I managed to create a small amount of friction on my clitoris. I rotated back and forth for several long minutes, grimacing through the pain, covered in sweat from the excursion. I was almost exhausted when I finally felt my climax building. I so badly needed release, I jerked back and forward ruthlessly. When the orgasm hit it exploded through my body and I struggled to hold myself upright. A scream of pleasure escaped from deep inside me.

 

When the pleasure subsided, I was left only with the pain. I had rubbed myself raw. My legs ached from the pain of being forced to stand on my toes. Time dragged by and I silently begged for Mark to return and release me.

 

Finally the garage door opened and I was so pleased to see Mark, standing there, freshly showered and dressed. Surprisingly I was not angry, just relieved. He released the rope connecting me to the rafter. I found my legs would not support me and I fell forward onto Mark

 

“You stink!” he said with disgust, then laughed at me as he stepped out of the way and I fell to my knees. He pushed me forwarded so that I fell face first onto the dirty garage floor. He released my wrists, then roughly extracted the rope from deep within my buttocks and labia. I was raw and it hurt, and I moaned out load. I then gasped as he roughly rammed several fingers of his left hand deep into my vagina

 

“Fuck my fingers” he ordered.

 

My stomach and breasts slowly began to squirm on the dirt and mud of the garage floor. It was disgusting, but his fingers were pleasuring me and I began to lose control. Soon I was bucking up and down, begging Mark’s fingers to fuck me harder. It was obscene, but another intense orgasm washed over me and I screamed with pleasure.

 

I lay there exhausted, and when I finally had enough strength to get to my feet, Mark had gone. I looked down at my naked body. I was covered with a dirty sweat, and smelt of decay, sperm and my own juices. I gingerly made my way back into the house. It was empty. Quickly I found my clothing and dressed. Beside the door there was an envelope with my name on it. I took the envelope and hurriedly drove back to my own house. Once home I stood in the shower for the longest time, shaking my head in disbelief at what I had just endured.

 

After exiting the shower I wrapped a towel around myself and as I went to make a much-needed cup of coffee I noticed the envelope. Inside it was the rent money, plus a note attached to several pages.

 

The note read, ‘ See you in two weeks time when you come to collect the rent. I have attached your exercise program plus your diet. You will be weighed when you come to collect the rent. Much love M’.