Chapter 4. Aftermath
Returning to the main room Vernon filled and plugged in the kettle. "Mary, I
know you're sore and you will not wish to sit down but it may help you if you
give me a hand to prepare some food. Normally I don't eat much tinned food but
for tonight I suggest we open a tin of soup and add some of the fresh vegetables
Mrs. Harris left. There is some new bread too so we won't starve. Tomorrow we
can plan a better menu."
Mary wasn't really of much help. Standing for more than a few moments required
something to lean on to take the weight from her legs and she didn't dare try
sitting. Moving caused the soft material of her robe to rub against the sore
flesh. Although she didn't really feel like eating, Mary did have some of the
soup and tried to help with the cleaning up. Vernon re-arranged the cushions on
the settee to allow her to lie on her belly in reasonable comfort and then
brought the armchair alongside so they could talk. Her turned her head so she
faced him. Conversation was stilted at first but once they started talking of
their walking experiences the ice was broken and gradually they talked of more
intimate things.
Vernon probed deeper into the reasons why she chose rape as her means of getting
money and gradually learned she had rape fantasies. She didn't seem able to
attract a boyfriend so imagined herself being captured by pirates, or surprised
by burglars, or sold in a Turkish market where she knew plumper girls were much
more in favour. In most of these situations, she was the only female available
and had no choice in what they did to her. One of the reasons for Vernon's
success in management was his ability to elicit information and by his quiet
digging into Mary's thoughts soon realised she felt very inadequate about her
looks and therefore never tried to enhance them. Her mind said she was a 'plain
Jane' so that it what she would be. Her sex life was thus limited to fantasy
masturbation in bed when she could be anywhere and anyone.
Suddenly she surprised Vernon by turning the tables. "What do you get out of
hurting a woman? Do you fantasize about it at night?" Vernon, who had been
gently massaging Mary's neck, stopped and was going to make a dismissive reply
but then decided to go with it as she had done with him. Mary might be a plain
looker but she was able to get the information from him easily and efficiently a
fact that Vernon noted for future reference.
During her questioning she asked, "Did you enjoy thrashing me?"
"Yes and no. I enjoyed the feeling of power at having absolute control over you.
Had I wished I could have beaten you senseless. I liked the way your flesh
reacted to the tawse and cane and as you know it stimulated me sexually, but
always behind this was a revulsion that it was causing you great suffering. With
fantasies, while you imagine the victim is screaming in pain, the suffering is
somewhat suppressed and glamorised. And once a climax is reached the fantasy is
ended, the pain ceases. It all ends. Perhaps it is the same with your rape
fantasies. In reality as you obviously can feel, the pain goes on. it can't be
turned off."
Mary agreed and asked if that meant he would no longer carry on with her ordeal.
Vernon thought for a few moments, laughed and said, "That was a very clever
move. No, I think we should play this out to the bitter end to either bring us
together or drive us far apart. Without going the whole way we will never know.
In any case you still have to repay your debt to me. What is does mean is that I
will never thrash you again at least not unless I am driven to it by anger. I
may well spank or try out the flogger for other indiscretions but not to give
you severe pain."
"I don't think my bottom will ever be able to withstand a spanking let alone the
flogger!"
"Now look at what all this talk has done to me." Vernon opening his dressing
gown to reveal his prick standing fully erect. "This is one reason I am not
going to end your punishment. Your rape scenario is going to continue but I am
going to try to give you some pleasure from it this time too."
"Please, I'm too sore."
"You are mine for two weeks remember? If you resist, I can always tie you down
again." Vernon hardened his voice. "Do I need to tie you? Mary shook her head,
no.
Vernon grasped her ankles and pulled Mary so her body remained on the settee her
legs draped over the arm of the settee and hung down to the floor. A couple of
cushions over the arm raised her body to the height he required. "Relax. Let
your body try and enjoy the sensations."
Gently Vernon spread her thighs, his mouth kissed her cunt and his tongue slowly
licked along her slit. Gradually he eased it in her opening until he felt a
little response. Closing his lips on her clit and sucking vigorously he
stimulated Mary's sexual drive which he now realised was nowhere near as
suppressed as had first thought. Several times Mary winced as his fingers
touched sore flesh but the stimulation overpowered any thought of resistance.
Vernon stood, placed his rampant prick at her entrance and pushed. She was very
tight but more lubricated than when he entered a few hours ago. The inside of
her vagina was still sore from losing her maidenhead but she didn't complain.
Entering her cunt for about half the length of his prick, Vernon fucked her with
short evenly spaced strokes. Gradually the strokes lengthened and penetrated
deeper until he was fully in and his pubic hair hit sore parts of her arse with
every lunge. This caused pain but she only moaned a little and Vernon in full
rut was past caring. He drove on. Suddenly Mary gave a short cry that was
distinct from the pain moans. "Oh, my God!" She had climaxed. Vernon still had a
little way to go and continued to bury and remove his prick from her tight cunt.
Soon though he too came. He collapsed over her body and lay there for short
while, his softening cock still inside her.
"Please get up Vern." It was the first time she had shortened his name. The
weight of his body on he arse was having its effect. She didn't want to lose the
physical contact but the pain was too much.
Vernon kissed and licked the juices from her cunt then helped her back into her
original position on the settee. "That was beautiful," he said, "Your first real
fuck. Did you enjoy it?"
Their earlier conversations had produced a rapport that enabled her to answer
with some honesty. "Yes, on the whole I did. Most of the time the sensations
were good. Only when the pain was too intense did it nullify the pleasure."
"Did you enjoy it when I licked you afterwards?"
"Yes but I thought it a bit weird that you would want to do it. My romantic
novels sometimes suggested it but ...."
"Suck my cock."
Mary looked at the sticky cock now aimed at her mouth. "Urgh, no, I couldn't."
"What I did to you, you are going to do to me." Vernon grasped her hair and
pulled her face to his crotch. "Open right up. Take it all in."
Reluctantly Mary obeyed. It wasn't as unpleasant as she anticipated. She sucked.
When he pulled away Vernon remarked, "That wasn't too bad was it? Remember when
at my house I gave you the conditions I said I would have you in any way? This
was one of the ways I meant. You will suck me off when I need it. Now you
realise it isn't too unpleasant, it shouldn't be a problem."
Vernon climbed on the settee alongside Mary. He allowed her to lie over him.
They cuddled. He fondled her tits. They were all sensations Mary had never
known.
"You know something, Mary? In a way I am glad you had the mad idea to blackmail
me."
"Vern, I think I am going to be glad too at least when the soreness in my bum
subsides!"
Before retiring for the night, Vernon gave Mary another couple of Anadin's and
re-sprayed her buttocks. He would rather have rubbed cream on the sore flesh but
decided that would cause unnecessary extra pain. He also realised using the
toilet was going to be a problem. Removing her dressing gown in the bathroom and
holding her under the armpits he supported her in a crouching position without
touching the seat. She was very embarrassed at having to perform in front of him
but wasn't given any choice in the matter and the alternative was too painful to
contemplate.
They both slept without clothing, she partially on her stomach and cuddled up to
him. It was a restless night for both. She because of her sore rear, the strange
bed but most of all because for the first time in her life she was sleeping with
another person in bed with her and that person was a man. More than that, they
were both naked and each time their bodies touch she felt a fire spark jump
between them.
The pain in Mary's buttocks returned sometime after 2 a.m. She tried to rub the
area without disturbing Vernon who in the pale glow of the night light, appeared
to be quietly sleeping. Her movements woke him. "What's up? Can't you sleep?"
"The pain in my bum has come on again. Sorry I tried not to disturb you."
"Slave girl, you have dared to wake your master just because you have a sore
arse! An arse I made sore for a good reason. How shall I deal with that?
Mary couldn't tell if he was serious and angry or just acting. For a moment, as
Vernon switched on the light, she looked frightened. "Sorry....," she started
before he interrupted. "Get up, put the kettle on and while that is boiling
bring the pot of aloe vera cream." He watched as she walked stiffly to the
electric kettle, filled it and switched it on. She threw a tea bag in each cup,
picked up the cream and returned to the bedroom.
"You're walking a little better than you were. A bit stiff but at least you
didn't need support," he observed as he applied the cream. "Stay there, I'll do
the tea," he said after hearing the kettle click off, "I have to wash my hands
anyway."
Drinking a mug of tea in bed with a sore backside was not the easiest thing to
do but Mary managed by laying on her side. For a while they sipped the drink in
a silence broken only by the howling wind and the noise of the rain on the
windows. Vernon nodded to the window and remarked, "The rain will give us a good
excuse for not going out walking tomorrow." Their tea finished Vernon turned off
the light. "Come here slave girl, pay back time for waking me."
Vernon grabbed her arms and pulled them either side of his head. In this
position her white breasts were dangling in front of his face. His lips found a
nipple and sucked. It quickly hardened. He repeated the process with the other.
"You really are a sexy little puss. I have known many glamour girls who don't
react anywhere near as quickly. Slave girl, I think you have been one very
frustrated woman but that is now about to change. I can't have a slave of mine
being frustrated can I?"
Mary was blushing again although in the limited light, Vernon couldn't see it.
Deep down she realised he was probably right but was loath to admit it. Perhaps
that is why I love romantic novels and have a propensity to masturbate reading
the juicier parts in bed she thought.
"Am I right, Mary?"
"I don't know," she stammered, "My mind's a whirlwind of thoughts, my body
says things I cannot yet understand. It has all happened so quickly. A week or
two ago, I never thought my life would change much. I had never seen a man's
...thing ... penis." "Prick or cock," Vernon interjected, "Now, I'm laying naked
on top of a man who is also naked, a man who was almost unknown to me a
fortnight ago" continued Mary.
"A man you tried to trick though!"
"I really am very sorry about doing that, but in a way, like you said last
night, I too am not sorry. Despite the thrashing, I am enjoying being with you.
Being your slave girl. It is producing sensations in me that I never knew
existed and haven't experienced on my own." She bent down and kissed his
forehead, pulled away for a few seconds and then kissed him tentatively on the
lips. When she pulled away again, she was pulled back and their lips met hard
and each began to hungrily to mouth the other's lips. Vernon pushed his tongue
into her mouth and when Mary reciprocated, their mouths were the site for a mini
tongue battle.
"Can you feel how this has aroused me?" Vernon enquired.
"I can feel your ... er .. cock hard against my belly. Does that mean you want
to do it again?"
"Do what again?"
"Oh, you know, it ......fuck"
"This time slave girl, you are going to do the fucking. Put your hand down and
put me inside you and then work yourself up and down on it." It took a little
while for Mary to get to grips with the rhythm which in any case wasn't too easy
for her as the bedclothes rubbed her bottom. After some minutes though she got
into the swing of it. It didn't take long for her to climax but as it was his
third time in a relatively few hours, Vernon was able to hold himself back and
enjoy the sensation for a much longer time. Mary had worked up a good sweat so
that when Vernon finally ejaculated she collapsed on top of him, breathless.
They lay like that for a while, each in their own thoughts until the weight on
Vernon's body caused him to try and raise Mary a little. "Mary, that was great.
Really great. Thanks."
"I enjoyed it too," she replied in a voice that indicated that she thought she
shouldn't have enjoyed it.
"I'll get a towel and dry us off, then perhaps we had better try and get some
sleep."
"Can you put a little more cream on me when we're dry. I think I rubbed most of
the last lot off on the sheet!"
