Drunken Driver

Synopsis

"She was drunk and smashed up my car and then hadn't any insurance and is up to her eyeballs in debt so there's no chance of any payment for the time being. I kinda bought her." Geoff explained

Drunken Driver

by obohobo

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF FF NC

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2006

 

Chapter 1. The accident

"KERRUNNNCH!!" Geoffrey Williams turned abruptly at the sound of shattering glass and bending, rending metal. "Oh my God, no!" The horrific noise came from his car; his classic Triumph TR4 sports car; the car he'd so lovingly restored. The cause of the damage was equally apparent. A Cherokee jeep 4 x 4 had reversed into it. Geoff surveyed the damaged car for a minute or two. Getting angrier as he realised it would take a garage a long while to put it all back in running order again even if the insurance company didn't just decide to total it.

"You go and talk to the driver while I take some pictures of the damage, Geoff. I've got the digital in the boot of my car." It was Bob Maynard who lived a few doors down the road. "Thank God you weren't still inside it. She just didn't look. Nearly knocked Sandra and me over."

Bob's words brought Geoff back to the present situation and he turned to see a woman tottering towards him. "Is thaat yoooor liicckkle caar? Yoooo shud hav piik paarked it wher et cud bee seen." To all the onlookers that now surrounded the incident, it was very obvious the woman was drunk. So drunk she could hardly stand and it was amazing she had even got to the supermarket without having an accident.

Geoff took his mobile from the pouch at his belt. "I'm getting the police," he informed her.

The words seemed to momentarily sober the woman. "Don't do that. I'll lose my licence and my job. Please don't. I'll pay for your car somehow. Soooomhoooow." The words faded into a long slur and she seemed likely to collapse. Geoff caught her under the arms and lifted her into the passenger seat of the Cherokee. He noticed she was an attractive woman, he guessed she was probably mid-twenties, and no ring on her marriage finger. The engine was still idling so he reached over removed the keys, and put them in his pocket.

"I've taken about a dozen pictures Geoff and I'll put them on disc and you can print them out," Bob informed him, "You get through to the police? Sandra and I'll be witnesses."

"We saw it all too," Fred Peck spoke for himself and Sally his wife. "No one should be on the road in that state. Could have killed a whole load of people." Geoff thanked them and took the names and addresses of two other single people whom he didn't know and who saw the accident.

"I think maybe I'll keep the police out of it though but that doesn't mean she's going to get away with it. There's been no personal injury and Morrisons car park is private land so we don't have to report it. I also doubt if her insurance will cover the real cost of a classic car, so maybe I shall have to make sure she does pay ' Soooomhoooow'. Geoff mimicked that last word she had spoken. Bob looked at him in askance and then nodded.

 

"Marion Blanch?… You won't know me, I'm Geoffrey Williams, but do you do you know an Anne Caffrey?"

"Yes, she's my house mate. Why? Is she all right? What has she done now?"

"Only got herself blotto and wrecked my car. Apart from being out of it at the moment, she seems okay and is sleeping it off. Her jeep is hardly marked."

"I guess chucking her boyfriend didn't go well. The police will take her licence this time and that will mean the bitch will have to find another job. That will mean I have to find all the rent for this place again. Where is she now?" Geoff talked to her for another fifteen minutes and soon found out there was no real love between the pair. They just shared the house and it seemed Marion was doing more than her share of the housework while Anne complained about the way things were done.

 

Anne woke and tried to look around. Her head hurt, her mouth tasted foul and her eyes wouldn't focus. Light filtered through the gaps around the curtains. She tried to turn over and found she couldn't easily do so; her wrists were tied behind her back. By the feel of the bedclothes against her skin she could tell she was naked. "Where am I?" Anne tried to remember what happened. Instead of her dumping Roy, he'd turned up for their lunchtime date with another girl and ended the relationship. She went to a pub late afternoon and drunk Vodka. It didn't seem to have much effect until she got outside. "I'll get another bottle from Morrisons," she'd told herself, "They're open till 8 p.m. I still have time." Of the journey there she could remember nothing but then there was that horrible bang and that man complaining she'd hit his silly little car. Then all those people talking. Last thing she remembered was being sick into a toilet somewhere. It wasn't her place, that much she knew but where was she?. "Oh God, my head hurts. I need to pee. HELP!" Her cry wakened Geoff who turned to face her back. "Oh my God," Anne cried when she realised she was in bed with someone. But who was it? Man or woman? Hands clasped her shoulders and turned her over. "Oh God, you!"

"Toilet's straight across the landing. It may still smell of your spewing from last night but you can clean it later." Geoff's tone was abrupt. "It's only 5:30 so you can come back to bed for another hour after you've done."

"But my hands…"

"You'll just have to do the best you can Annie."

"But I'm naked."

"You don't need clothes to piss. Just go and do it and get your arse back here."

"What have you…? Untie me!"

"Shut up woman. Go and piss and get back. Don't make me any angrier than I am now."

"I demand…" Whatever it was she was demanding never got voiced. Geoff rolled her face down on the bed, threw the clothes off and slapped her bare bum hard. After a dozen her buttocks were well reddened and his hand smarted a little. Anne started swearing, crying and threatening him with dire consequences when she got free. If she had her way, he would never father a child!

Pushing her out of the bed, Geoff quietly said, "Have your piss and get back here otherwise it will be the belt that caresses your arse. You are in enough trouble as it is." Geoff lay back on the mattress and pulled the bedclothes over him. He knew she'd seen his erection but that didn't worry him. She'd see much more of it later if he had his way.

Although it was difficult Anne struggled to her feet and went to the toilet. She couldn't close the door properly with tied hands but her bladder badly needed relief so she had to pee with the door ajar. "What does it matter? He must have seen all of my body last night. Perhaps he even saw me pee then too." The thought disgusted her. Wiping was difficult but she eventually did it.

"We'll talk after breakfast Annie."

"Anne!"

"No, Anne is too grown up a name for a woman of your behaviour. Annie is better for a childish creature. Now unless you wish to have another spanking, lie down for another hour." Anne started to mouth another smart reply but thought better of it. She was pretty helpless. For a while she lay with her back to him her mind fuming at her treatment and wondering what he was planning to do with her. "It doesn't feel like he's raped me yet but the way his cock is pressing against my bottom, that could happen at any time. Bastard! Just because I backed into his car! Could I help it? Oooohhh, my head. Just because I had a drink too many! Just because that bastard Roy dumped me in front of that tart." These and many other thoughts ran though her infuriated mind as she lay waiting for him to make a move. For the moment he seemed content to lie quietly beside her.

A minor upheaval of the bedclothes woke her from a light doze. Anne lay still pretending to sleep. She heard him pad to the toilet, pee and flush before returning to the bed. "Time now to handle my purchase." Geoff roughly turned her face up and uncovered her.

"I'm not a purchase! You haven't fuckin' bought me. Let go of me. Untie me! I want to get my clothes and get home, you've no right to keep me here against my will." Geoff said nothing but went to a drawer and removed a necktie. Before Anne really knew what was happening he'd bound the tie around her mouth and knotted it behind her neck. Although she tried hard enough to speak she quickly found the makeshift gag was effective and gave up.

"Now you just listen to me Annie. I have bought you just as effectively as if you were on sale in the market. Make no mistake about that. Had I wanted, you would have been in a police cell now, charged with driving whilst under the influence. You would have been banned from driving and from the amount you'd had over the limit, probably imprisoned after your court appearance. I know the case against you would now be considerably weakened because you were not tested last night but your behaviour was witnessed by many people whose names and addresses I have." Geoff spoke quietly and forcibly. Secondly there is the loss of my car. It was a customised classic car which had I put it up for sale at a classic car auction it would have easily fetched £20,000. Your insurers will not take that into account, of that I am sure. Most likely they will only pay out the Grey Book value which is £8,000 so there is a deficit there of £12,000 which you are going to pay, that is if you keep to your promise of last night. A promise made in front of witnesses. Do you remember saying, " I'll pay for your car somehow," when you begged me not to report it to the police?" Anne vaguely recalled her promise and nodded, yes.

"I was hoping the damage was repairable but Mike, my trusted garage mechanic, told me last night after he'd towed the car in and had a chance to look at it, that the frame was buckled. It seems that you hit the TR4 hard enough to shunt it into the wall behind it. Worse, Mike said the wall was damaged and security at Morrisons deemed it unsafe and would be claiming against your insurers for the repairs. At a rough guess that will cost another £1,000 or so. You do have insurance, don't you?" The look of horror crossed Anne's face immediately told Geoff that she didn't. Removing the tie gag he demanded crossly, "Tell me you were not so stupid as to drive uninsured?"

Anne was crying now. She knew it was illegal to drive without the insurance. "I didn't have the money so I put it aside intending to pay it when I had a good week. Commission hasn't been too good lately," she sobbed."

"So you were driving whilst totally drunk and without any insurance. They'll throw the book at you for that Anne. One helluva fine and probably a prison term. I presume you didn't pay for the car so you're making payments to a finance company." Anne nodded. "Are you up to date with your payments? Why the expensive Cherokee?"

"It's none of your business," Anne spat the words with a defiance she didn't really feel. Just how much more trouble could she be in?

"It is my business or at least I am making it my business. You wrecked my car so I'm going to have to use yours. In any case it is illegal for you to drive it. I can on my car insurance although the cover is more limited. I guess from your answer that you are behind with payments, just like you are with the payments for the flat you share. You're in a real financial and legal mess Annie, so yes I have in effect bought you until all your debts to me are paid off and that could take quite a time."

All through the conversation, Geoff sat by her side and played with her breasts. "Yes and now it is time for me to play with my new purchase." Anne was so upset by the information, she hardly noticed until his hand went between her legs and massaged her cunt lips and clit. She pleaded with him not to touch her but he ignored her and continued until she became very wet. "Okay Annie, here's what we are going to do for starters. You will stay with me for the whole weekend while I try and sort out the insurance claims and money matters. During that time you will make your body and your car available to me. Sometime during either today or tomorrow when I get a better picture of your behaviour, I shall punish you. In view of the gravity of the offences the punishment will necessarily be severe but afterwards we'll see what can be done to sort your life out. Your life in my service. Now let's shower and get some breakfast. Pity we haven't time for a good fuck but that can come later."

 

Chapter 2. Freedom?

"Hi Mike, meet Annie."

"The bitch who caused all this trouble?" Mike eyed the young woman wearing only a button up dressing gown and shoes. Anne blushed under his gaze but delicately took the offered hand. Inside she could hardly contain her rage. She'd been forced to suck him off in the shower and then made to wear the dressing gown his mother wore when she visited. Her own vomit-stained clothes were in the washing machine and would have to hang on the outside line to dry for all the neighbours to see. At breakfast he'd treated her like a servant and forced her to make the tea and toast the bread. She'd demurred but a sharp slap on her already tender arse encouraged her compliance. Now he'd dragged her out with next to nothing on. True her body was covered but she knew that everyone would guess at her nakedness underneath.

"You come to see the damage for yourself, Geoff? Sorry it's worse than I first thought. No hope in hell of repairing it and getting it through a MOT. It's on the ramp if you want to look." Mike pointed out the crumpled places in the main frame. "I presume her insurance won't pay the full value but you should get something for it."

"She doesn't have insurance Mike and if I claim on mine they will find out and inform the police so she could go to jail and I would still end up with nothing. At the moment I have her but that's not much compensation."

"So what are you going to do? We can strip the car and sell the parts to the TR4 Owners Club members but that'll only bring in a couple of grand and take quite a lot of work. You would still have to pay for the remainder to be taken away. Perhaps a club member might take the whole package for spares or Tatlock & Watkins might take it off your hands but they're dealers and you wouldn't get much of a price. At least with them you would get it out of the way in one go." Mike looked thoughtful but couldn't come up with any better suggestions.

"I'll think about it over the weekend Mike and let you know on Monday. Stripping it is going to take a lot of work. Could you give Tatlock's a ring and see what they will offer?"

 

"Good morning Marion," Geoff greeted Anne's housemate when they entered. After the usual pleasantries, Geoff turned to Anne. "Go and get some proper clothes on Annie and pack what you need for the weekend. Just one suitcase. We're not going out and you won't be wearing much. And find all the paperwork for the jeep and the insurance stuff. If you've got other outstanding bills bring them too."

"Who says I'm going back with a bastard like you?"

"Just do it Annie." Geoff's voice tone was quiet but threatening. Anne went into her own room and Geoff turned his attention to a bemused Marion.

"So what gives between you two apart from her wrecking your car like you told me on the phone last night?" Marion asked.

"I just bought her," smiled Geoff, "But it's likely to be a poor bargain." He went on to explain a little about what happened and then asked, "Does she owe you rent money?"

"£340 at the moment and I doubt she'll pay next week either so then it will be £425."

"Are you two an item?" Geoff asked.

Marion laughed, "Is that a polite way of asking if we have a lesbian relationship? No we don't. She seems very stuck up about sex so I don't wonder that her boyfriend chucked her. Me I swing either way."

"So you wouldn't mind if Annie gave up her room here and you could take someone else in?"

"To be truthful I was going to give her notice to quit if she didn't pay up by the end of the week. She's not the most pleasant woman to have around and not the tidiest either."

"If you haven't anyone in mind one of the secretaries at work is looking for a place. I guess she's somewhat older than you are and finally got the divorce settlement but her house is to be sold and there won't be much left after the mortgage is paid off. She's got a regular income and has always seemed agreeable when I've had dealings with her. Give Annie her notice to quit before we leave. I'll cover the cost of her back rent but it will take a week to get sufficient funds transferred to my current account what with all the other expenses."

"I just hope you know what you're doing Geoff. She's got a nasty temper and can be very mean with it."

"Yeah, I know but she's also got a sore arse and it will be even sorer before she goes to bed. Now let's see what she is doing. She's had more than long enough to put a few things together."

He marched straight into Anne's room without knocking and found her lying on the bed still in her robe crying, thumping hell out of the pillow and swearing quietly. "Get out!" Anne yelled, "I'm not ready." Without pausing in his stride. Geoff went to the bed, lifted the hem of the robe and slapped her buttocks half a dozen times in quick succession. Marion was stunned but said nothing. Nor did she comment on the already rosy colour of her housemate's arse. It was obvious this man had dealt with Anne before.

"That's physical abuse," Anne screamed, "And in front of a witness. That's illegal. I'll take you to court."

"Driving while drunk and without insurance is also very illegal. And I don't think your witness was actually looking at the time, were you Marion?"

"No, I didn't hear or see anything. Nothing at all. I just came in to tell you to pay your rent by the end of the week or move out."

 

Anne was fuming by the time they arrived at Geoff's home. "So if I don't stay with you I'm going to be homeless and penniless. You really are a bloody sodding fucking bastard Geoffrey Williams." Geoff had sorted through her wardrobe and packed her case with a couple of dress suits and toiletries but hadn't allowed her to change out of the dressing gown. "You had your chance earlier Annie," he told her, "You didn't take it so mother's dressing gown it has to be for now."

Bob Maynard knocked soon after they got in and gave them a disc with the crash photos on. "I'll keep copies on my hard drive in case the disc gets damaged," Bob told them. Geoff and he chatted for a short while and by the way he kept looking at Anne with her reddened tear filled eyes, it was clear he was trying to size up the situation but Geoff didn't enlighten him. When he showed the pictures on screen to Anne, she tried to look away but tears formed in her eyes when she realised Geoff had been in his car only moments before. If he'd been a few seconds later, she could now be facing a manslaughter charge.

By mid afternoon, Geoff had time to relax. Most of the previous few hours were spent on the telephone and going through the papers Anne had brought. She reluctantly helped and sullenly answered his questions. In the end he showed her the tally of all her debts as far as he could determine them. They came to nearly £30,000 without the unknown sum that was on her credit card since the last statement. Anne just sat and sobbed when he tried to explain her dire financial straits to her. Geoff tried to put an arm around her shoulders to comfort her but she pushed him away and aimed a flurry of blows to his head. "Just because you think you own me, doesn't mean I have to like you. All this just because I dented your baby car."

Outwardly calm but inwardly seething with anger, Geoff threw Anne over his shoulder and carried her in a fireman's hold to the spare bedroom. Tossing her on the bed he tied her wrists and ankles and put a tie gag around her mouth then spoke in his usual distinct low tone. "I'm going to leave you alone for an hour to reflect on your situation Annie. At the end of the hour I will release you and you will be free to leave. I will bring your suitcase and you can dress in your own clothes but I will keep your car keys because you are not allowed to drive. I will give you a further hour to dress and leave. Once you have left it will be up to you to sort the mess of your life out and how you are going to pay off all your debts. You will be completely free of my control. Alternatively, you can come to me and ask to be taken into my ownership. In return I will try and sort your money problems but you will remain in my ownership for as long as it takes to repay me. You will also apologise for your behaviour and ask me to punish you for it. Ownership means just that. You are mine to do with as I please and that does mean having sex with you. The punishment will be hard and painful but will not cause any permanent damage but it will be a punishment that you will remember for a long time, a very long time. When it is all over, I will do all I can to help you. Those are your choices. Think carefully before deciding." After repeating the options and making sure she understood them, Geoff left the room.

Anger played a greater part in Anne's choice than careful thinking. Cursing and swearing she quickly dressed and left the house. It took nearly an hour for her to walk and drag her case the one and a half miles to Marion's house. By the time she arrived she was tired and still very angry with Geoff, with herself, with everyone. They were all against her. Marion looked up with surprise when she entered. "I thought you were leaving for good and living with your boyfriend Anne," she said.

"He's no boyfriend! He's just a pervert!" Gradually Marion coaxed the story out of her. At first she tried to appear sympathetic but each time she tried she remembered how she'd frequently had to dig into her savings or go without a meal because Anne hadn't paid her share on time. Now she was more than a month overdue with the rent and the woman Geoff recommended sounded nice on the phone and had a proper job and seemed willing to help with the housework.

"You're a fool Anne. For the sake of taking a hiding, something you deserve anyway, and sleeping with him is no big deal, you pass up the chance to have a man help you clear your debts. You're a real bloody fool woman. You've no money, and you'll be out on the streets at the end of the week because I cannot keep this place going without someone else paying their way. I've already got someone coming to look at your room tomorrow so you will have no choice but to go. What'll you do then? Become a prostitute? You'll be owned by a pimp instead of a man who seems to have some interest in you. If you've any sense left go and ask to be taken back." She would have liked to have asked to see the punishment carried out but didn't.

"You snotty bitch! You see the trouble I'm in and you want to rub my nose in it. Some friend! You're just a fucking bitch. You were eager enough to take my money when I had it but now I'm finding it difficult you want to throw me out." Anne continued to berate and threaten Marion until the poor girl went to the phone and called a colleague from work.

Anne was still swearing and cursing when Trolly, a big jovial lad arrived. "What's up Marion?" After receiving an explanation interrupted by more abuse, the lad turned to Anne, "I'll see you off the premises," he said as he'd been taught when training to be a club bouncer.

"I live here you stupid pratt!" Anne screamed.

"I still think it will be better if I escort you out instead of the police. You've threatened Marion with violence and been abusive. Which is it to be?" Gently but firmly he escorted her, still swearing and cursing, out of the door. "Phone Rachel and ask her to come over and we'll sit with you until I have to go to work," he called back to Marion.

 

Anne sat on a bench in the shopping centre trying not to cry. "What am I to do? I've only a few coins in my pocket and my credit cards are in my purse, which I've left in the flat, not that they will be of much use. Am I a fool as Marion suggested? Will I have to become a prostitute? Isn't being owned like a slave by that man the same as being like one of those whores? Will he really thrash me? How bad will that be? No, it will be too humiliating to submit to a man like that. Worse than when he spanked me. And then he wants to fuck me. He said so. I'd had no choice then, now I will have to ask for my punishment. I just can't do that. It's all Roy's fault; he shouldn't have dumped me like that." The whirlwind of thoughts chased each other around her mind. Usually they fixed the blame for her situation on everyone but herself. Roy, Geoff, Marion and Stella, the bitch who'd muscled in on her lucrative cosmetic sales round. Only occasionally did she apportion any blame to herself.

Spicy smells from the near by takeaway wafted across the foyer making her feel hungry and reminding her that she'd not eaten since breakfast. It caused her to remember the smell of the roast dinner Geoff was cooking when she stormed out of the house. Thinking about it made her feel even hungrier. "He would have fed me. No, more likely he would have put a bowl of food on the floor for me to eat like a dog." She didn't really believe that but such was her hatred for the man, she'd imagine anything.

"Sorry miss, you'll have to leave now. We're closing the place up." The security man brought her out of her reverie. Looking around she noticed with some surprise that the place was nearly empty. A few cleaners were clearing rubbish and a family with two small children walked towards the exit. Slowly she got up and followed them.

Outside she found an empty bench on the pedestrianised street and continued the debate within herself. Daylight was fading and the orange hue of the sodium lights bathed the area but fortunately the air remained reasonably warm. "I'll sit here for a while and then try and get back into the flat when that Trolly has gone," she said to herself, "Marion the bitch will have to let me stay until the end of the week."

"You wanna come to the pub for a drink?" Anne looked up with disgust at the two late teenage youths. They'd been in the shopping centre, she remembered. Both had shaven heads, prominent tattoos and a stud in their nose. One had a safety pin through his eyebrow. Both looked hard and tough. Behind them a group of four boys laughed and joked. It was blatantly clear they wanted more than to drink with her.

"No!" Anne snapped, "I'm waiting for someone."

"No need to wait, we can give you a good time." The youth rubbed his groin suggestively.

"Go away!" They moved a few yards and spoke with a few other youths. Their laugher annoyed Anne. They were poking fun at her. She decided to move along the main street. The youths followed a short distance behind but called out to her every few minutes. "Why can't everyone leave me alone," she cried bitterly. By now it was completely dark and she left the shopping area of the town and approached the junction with the ring road. From the sound of their voices, Anne knew the youths had closed the distance between them. Fear welled within her. "If I turn left the road runs alongside the park where they can easily drag me into the bushes and molest and rape me," She reasoned. "Two hundred yards to the right is the turning that leads to Geoff''s house. Shit! What choice do I have! Either way I will be raped and probably hurt. If I go to Geoff's there's only him and it will be in a bed and I most probably will be taken care of afterwards. He said he'd help me but then I walked out. The hour he gave me has long since passed. He might turn me away." She turned right and speeded up. Her fear of the boys was greater than her fear of Geoff.

The youths laughed and called obscenities and walked faster too. By the time she reached Geoff''s road, they were close behind her and she began to panic. "This road goes nowhere lady. Yer caught now and we're going to have our fun with yer. There's a church just up the ways where we can have a nice long fuck – or two or three," the youths taunted her. Anne started to run as fast as she could. The youths thinking she was trapped in the cul-de-sac allowed her to get a little ahead. It was a game to them. Anne ran to Geoff's door and kept her finger on the doorbell. Sensing they might now lose her the youths stood near the gate until the door opened and she fell in.

 

Chapter 3. Punished

"They were going to rape me," Anne gasped when she picked herself up. "They were going to rape me in the churchyard." Tears once more flowed from Anne's eyes. Never had she cried as much as in the last 24 hours or so.

"I wondered if you would turn up. Marion said you were thrown out of her place hours ago." Geoff ignored her pathetic expression. "Are you hoping to stay? You know what you have to do if that is the case. Or shall I put you back outside and call the boys?" He tried to sound as if it didn't matter to him, one way or the other but secretly he was hoping she'd agree to stay and be owned and punished by him. He'd often imagined what it would be like to own a woman and this could be his one opportunity. This woman, while not his ideal, would serve but she had yet to even apologise for wrecking his car or to thank him for trying to keep her out of prison. She would soon.

"You wouldn't…" But when he pulled her by the arm she knew he most probably would. "Stop, Geoff please. I'm sorry."

"Well that's a pitiful attempt at an apology. Perhaps I didn't make it quite clear earlier or maybe you thought I would forget. If you want to stay here under my protection you have to three things to do. The first is realise you were completely in the wrong yesterday and to apologise sincerely for what you did. Secondly, and more importantly, you have to agree to be owned and used by me until such time as you've paid off your debt for keeping you from the police and for sorting out your other money problems. Thirdly, you have to ask me to punish you for your behaviour so far. Now you've had many hours to think about it, more than the one hour I originally gave you, so either agree or walk back out of the door. Make your mind up now. If you stay your body will be sore before you go to bed. Don't expect me to be kind to you until I see a definite change in the way you treat others."

"You bloody pervert! You just want to see me cry while you whip the shit out of me. You just want a tame sex toy for free. You're a…" Before she could finish the sentence Anne felt herself being propelled towards the front door. Geoff didn't say a word; he didn't need to. Anne's fear of the youths was greater than her fear of him. They might still be waiting outside or with their mates in the town centre. And where would she sleep tonight if Marion didn't let her back in. No doubt she would have the door chain on by now. She'd hoped he would relent over her punishment after her near rape but he wasn't going to be influenced by it. Grabbing his hand as he went to turn the latch she pleaded, "Geoffrey, please don't send me away. You can do what you want with me. I am sorry for wrecking your car last night. It was my fault." Slowly she sank to the floor sobbing in utter despair. Having resisted for so long now she'd finally given in, exhausted and too weak mentally to fight any longer.

"Come Annie, let's get it over with," Geoff whispered as his arms encircled her body and lifted her from the floor. For a minute or two he held her close in a bear hug and kissed her forehead. "Come Annie," he repeated and led her through the kitchen. "You know where the toilet is. Do what you have to and then undress and go into the bedroom. Don't make it worse for yourself by refusing or objecting. Just do it." He watched her climb the first few stairs and then went to the garage where he collected the items he'd put together in anticipation of her return. Not having done anything like this before, none of the proper equipment for restraining and whipping a person was at hand. Sorting through the stock stored 'in case it might come in useful', he found a roll of three inch wide Pirelli webbing left over from repairing his armchairs and two skipping ropes that he'd bought for his young nieces when they visited several years previously. From the roll of rubberised webbing he cut a two-foot length and reduced the width of one end to form a crude handle. "This will make an effective strap and shouldn't cause any real damage," he thought after having tried it on his own palm and found it stung badly. "Should I split the ends like a tawse," he asked himself but decided against the extra work and he couldn't see the purpose of the split ends. The cotton ropes only needed the handles removing before they were ready for use.

Anne was slowly undressing when he entered the bedroom. He didn't hurry her but waited until she was naked before ordering her to lie face down on the bed. Quickly he looped the bight of one rope around her ankles and fastened it the foot rail. Anne yelled. She hadn't expected to be tied down and began struggling. "Calm down dear, it's going to happen whether you struggle or not and you are more likely to hurt yourself in the struggle." Geoff put a knee in the small of her back and then secured her wrists to the bed head. Anne tried to voice her protest but the necktie gag he'd used earlier was effective in silencing her.

"Anne, I daresay you never been thrashed before and I've never done it to anyone although I've often fancied doing it. Now I feel I have a just cause because I know that if I don't you will never mend your ways and I will suffer, you will suffer and everyone around you will suffer. In some ways I'm looking forward to doing it but I guess you're not. No matter. When I've finished, you will be extremely sore but that will go after a few days and there will be no need for a repeat unless you give me good reason. I'm going to use a wide strap, which I expect, will send ferocious pains through your body but shouldn't damage your bones or cut you. Remember this is a punishment. It is meant to hurt. Remember too that you have given your body for me to own. Seeing you lying there naked and helpless has already made me horny so afterwards you will have to take care of my needs. Understand?" Anne shook her head, no. "I didn't ask if you agreed, I asked if you understood. Did you?" This time Anne dumbly nodded.

Geoff started at the back of her thighs and brought the first stroke down hard. The flesh across both legs turned white with the impact and then reddened. Anne's body jerked and a muffled cry came from her mouth. Geoff repeated the stroke slightly higher with a similar result. He knew he was hurting her, he knew he was going to take his revenge on her flesh for having wrecked his car and for endangering the lives of everyone by driving whilst so drunk. He hoped he was going to enjoy making her suffer but seeing her hurting like that, he wasn't so sure. Slowly he worked his way along her buttocks until he reached the base of her spine. By then Anne had taken fourteen terrible hits and lay sobbing into the now wet pillow. All the wide welts overlapped and her arse was one homogenous area of fiery red pain. "That's enough for now Annie. It's over." Geoff was disgusted with himself because inwardly he wanted to carry on, he wanted to turn her over and slash her front but he could see she wouldn't take much more pain. She would have to do something about his hard cock though. "Annie girl, you're going to cost me much more than if I paid a whore so I'm going to get my money's worth," Geoff told himself. Freeing his cock he held it to her face. "Suck it Annie," he demanded, "Suck it like you did in the shower this morning but this time there will be no spitting it out. Just be thankful I'm not climbing on top of you and fucking you properly." He removed her gag and before she had time to comment, pushed his cock between her lips and held her head. "Suck it girl. Don't lie there like a rag doll."

"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" Anne repeated to herself over and over again but she started to suck knowing that if she didn't he could cause her even more pain. Shortly afterwards she felt him erupt within her mouth but he didn't remove his cock for several minutes.

"Lie still for a bit while I'll run a cool bath for you to soak in. If you promise not to start screaming I'll leave the gag off. Do you promise?" Hesitatingly Anne nodded her assent.

 

"Oh God I do hurt so bad. I was sure he was going to fuck me after I got out of the bath, his cock was hard again when we came to bed" Anne mused. " I wonder why he didn't? Did he really care that he would hurt me after the hell of a thrashing? All he did was maul my tits and then hug me before he fell asleep." It was 2:33 a.m. and she had hardly slept at all. Her arse was terribly sore and swollen and the effect of the Anadin tablets was wearing off but she couldn't move without waking Geoff, her owner. The pair lay on their sides, face to face, their bodies touching. Geoff had one arm protectively around her shoulders. "I can feel his cock against my mound but it's not hard now. Not like it was when he came to bed. Wish I dare bring my knees up and crush the bastard's balls. God this pain is getting worse. I really ought to sue him but then the whole story would come out and I could still be the one in jail. However did I get into this mess? I'm going to have to try and move and get another couple of Anadins." She tried to slowly lift the arm from her. Geoff woke.

"What's up Annie? Need more painkillers and cream?"

"Yeah and I'm bloody thirsty."

"The correct answer should have been, 'Yes please and may I have a drink please.' The way you say things is very important."

"Dammit man, don't you know I hurt like hell," she said under her breath and then out loud, "Yes please and may I have a drink please Sir."

"Forget the Sir bit. Just ask nicely. Do you need to pee?"

She did but soon found every step was agony and she didn't dare sit but she resisted asking for help. As she limped passed the full-length mirror on the wardrobe door, she caught a glimpse of her now very colourful arse. "I ought to go to Social Services and show them that. He'd be put away," Again she knew she couldn't do it but she resolved to get her own back somehow.

"Painfully pretty," Geoff commented as he entered the room, "But not less than you deserved. I just hope for your sake, this is the one and only time I will have to do it to you. Here's your drink and tablets." Anne silently took them. "What do you say?"

"Thank you," she muttered not wishing to upset him. "Oh my God, the bastard's getting a hard-on looking at me. I don't suppose it will be long before he fucks me." Anne's thoughts were correct.

"Bend over the bed Annie, so I can put the cream on." When she was in position, Geoff pushed her legs a little further apart and applied the cream to the sore places before turning his attentions to her cunt. Anne protested but a light smack quickly reminded her of the situation. Carefully he fingered her opening and then sucked her clit. Although mentally Anne wanted to close her legs and keep him out, her body responded to his attentions and her juices began to flow. "Before you start complaining, remember I am your owner and I am now going to use what I own." Slowly he inserted his cock and began to quietly fuck her. Anne tried to lie still and just let him have his way but the foreplay and now the stimulation of his cock was too great and her arse began to move albeit only a small amount because of the pain. Even so it was enough for her to orgasm well before Geoff shot his load. Kneeling again, he tongued and kissed her opening and then offered his cock to her mouth for cleaning. "Don't even think about refusing Anne. I've cleaned you and now you'll clean me. Reluctantly she did so.

It was still only 3:14 a.m. when they climbed into bed and he cuddled her closely to him. Anne wanted to resist but somehow felt warm and safe with his arms around her. "It's Sunday so we can lie in but if you need more cream put on before then, wake me," Geoff whispered in her ear.

"Don't you really mean, putting more cream in me?" Anne replied bitterly.

"Depends on how much you stimulate me dear."

 

Chapter 4. The dinner party

"Good morning Marion… Ellen." Geoff greeted the two ladies and then introduced Ellen to Anne. "Ellen works in personnel at the council," he informed her, "She may be able to fix you up with a job especially as you're giving up your room for her."

Ellen smiled and nodded indicating she now had an obligation to him. "I'll see what I can do for you Anne. I didn't know you were a ladies man, Geoff. Sort of thought you were a confirmed bachelor. How long have you known her, you sly dog?"

"About thirty-five hours."

"I don't think she had much choice Ellen," interrupted Marion. Ignoring Anne, the three chattered with some good-natured banter for ten minutes. Geoff said they hoped to get most of Anne's stuff out that day and Ellen agreed to move in straightaway. "That will save you one week's rent Geoff."

"I'll go and start packing," Ellen stated, "Thanks for your help Geoff. We can talk about what sort of jobs she can do at work tomorrow. There isn't too much choice at the moment."

"I see by the way she walks, you've punished her," Marion said when Ellen had departed, "Would you mind if I looked?"

"Of course not. Better still wait until I get the first load in the Jeep and while I'm taking it you can have a proper look at her. She owes you interest on the rent."

"No Geoffrey please. I'm not a lesbian. She's tried before and I've refused. Please Geoff, no."

Anne pleaded but Geoff was adamant. "You have no choice in the matter. If I wish to give you to another, then I will do so."

An hour later, Anne lay naked on the bed. "You can do whatever you like with her Marion except hurt her. If she refuses to co-operate I will punish her when I get back. I'll bring the strap with me just in case." Anne again tried to protest but she knew it was hopeless. Letting Marion play with her would be less painful than the dreaded strap.

"Thanks. Looks like you really did give her a good hiding this time and it doesn't look as if she will be going to work tomorrow. Do you know if Ellen is inclined towards women?" Geoff had no idea. "She's been married for about ten years, maybe more, but I suppose that doesn't mean much."

Anne turned on her side to face the wall when Geoff departed but Marion pulled her on to her back again and had a little grin when she saw Anne wince as her bottom touched the mattress. "I wouldn't mind using the strap on you Anne but for now I must make do with playing with you this once before you leave. We could have had a little fun with each other before…"

"I'm not a les. Don't even care for men much and I only give in to that bastard because it's painful not to," Anne interrupted.

"And it will be painful if you don't let me play with you now. You’ve been quite a bitch all the time you've stayed here so I wouldn't be sorry to see him put the strap on you. In fact I would be quite pleased. Perhaps across your front or your tits." Before Anne could answer, her flat mate kissed her full on the mouth. A full-blooded, open-mouth, lover's kiss. Anne tried not to respond but Marion's tongue gradually insinuated its way between her lips and she succumbed to her arousal when Marion started to massage her breasts. Marion's mouth made a wet trail down the helpless girl's neck and settled first on one nipple, then the other. "I can tell you like that Annie…"

"Anne!"

"No, Annie now. I can tell you like your titties being sucked. Your cunt is really flowing." Anne could feel the woman's fingers gently probing her vagina and nipping her clit.

"Dammit, why does my body do that? Why can't I stop myself getting wet? I don't really want her doing that to me but it does feel nice. You'll have to pretend it doesn't though," Anne chided herself.

"You shouldn't be the only one to have some fun Annie. Time for you to give something back." Marion slipped off her slacks and knickers and laid herself in the sixty-nine position on top of Anne.

"Aaaaaagghhh!"

"Oh sorry Anne. Forgot my weight on you would hurt your bum," Marion apologised, "You'll have to lie on top of me. We should have a little while before Geoff gets back." They changed places and Marion started licking and sucking her partner’s slit. "You have to do the same to me Annie. Get your head right down between my legs and start licking. Do to me what I'm doing to you."

"No, please Marion, no. It's disgusting."

Marion reached around and gripped each buttock and squeezed. Anne gave another cry as her arse sent its pain signals to her brain. She got the message and started licking.

 

"You were quick Ellen."

"I'd most of the stuff for this trip already packed so I only had to throw it in the car and this little thing doesn't hold all that much even with the back seats folded down."

"I'll dump these empty boxes for Annie to fill and then help you to unload."

"Thanks Geoff. That would be nice."

Geoff let himself and Ellen in using Anne's key and walked straight into the bedroom. "Oh my God," Ellen cried, "Just look at her arse. You do that Geoff?" She took in the sight of what they were doing and suggested, "Geoff, I think we'd better wait in the kitchen for five minutes."

"Marion will give you the full story but the short answer is, she was drunk and smashed up my car and then hadn't any insurance and is up to her eyeballs in debt so there's no chance of any payment for the time being. I kinda bought her." Geoff explained when Ellen asked.

"Do you think Marion will want me to do that?" Ellen asked nodding her head towards the bedroom.

Geoff realised she was asking about the sex scene in the other room. "She just said she swung both ways. I don't think Anne has done it before. What about you?"

Ellen blushed, "Not since I was a teenager. Did you know about her when you suggested the flat?"

"No, I only found out later but I gather you won't be forced into anything. Annie wasn't, until today that is."

 

"I've invited Marion and Ellen over for dinner on Friday so we'll have to do something a little special. Any ideas?" Geoff asked.

They'd been together for only twelve days and for Anne it was her third day at work. A truce existed between them. Anne did what she was told but without too much enthusiasm. In bed she opened her legs or mouth for his prick when told and although she tried not to respond, increasingly she couldn't help herself. The insurance on the Jeep had now been paid so she was able to drive it but as Geoff kept control of the keys she'd only been allowed out once on her own. It wasn't really her car any longer, Geoff had the finance agreement transferred to his name but in her mind it was still her car and it only served to reinforce her subservience to him.

A week previously Geoff informed her, "You can start as a trainee receptionist next week. Claire is leaving on maternity leave in two weeks so you can take her place. You'll have to fit in with the others. The pay's not too good to start with but it's certain each month. Certainly it's better than some of your sales weeks, but way below your best. However, you've no rent or food to pay and I'll only take seventy-five percent of your money to pay off your debt. It will be convenient because we can both travel together. If you can sort the P15 and other paperwork you start Monday."

"Is that the best you could do?" she'd answered sulkily.

"What did you expect? Personal assistant to the Chairman? It was that or cleaning jobs unless you wanted a place on the refuse collection round."

It was Wednesday and they were driving home when he told her of the invite. "Oh no! You're going to humiliate me again. Please cancel it Geoff please," Anne pleaded.

"Annie, they know about us. They know what I did to you although they don't know about last weekend's spanking. The colour of your bottom would have faded had you not lost your cool and thrown the book at me. If they ask to see your bum then I'll let them. They are the only ones to know the full details of what happened, everyone else just thinks you moved in with me."

 

The meal went well. Nothing elaborate but it was good, wholesome English cooking. Roast beef casserole done in the slow cooker set on a timer so it was ready soon after they arrived home and only the vegetables needed preparing and cooking. Geoff offered Marion and Ellen a glass of sherry while they waited for the meal. Both offered to help in the kitchen and soon all four were chatting away amicably and Anne's situation seemed forgotten. During the meal Geoff opened a carton of red wine and offered it to the guests. Anne asked to have a glass too. Geoff at first refused to allow it, which caused her to scowl for a few minutes. Later he relented but limited her consumption to two glasses. Throughout the meal the conversation continued pleasantly. Afterwards the two guests became rather tipsy and were merrily giggling by the time they finished the wine, "so it didn't go to waste". Geoff had drunk a couple of glasses too although not as much as Marion and Ellen.

"I guess you two better stay the night," Geoff remarked when the evening grew late, "There's a double bed made up in the spare room and I've no doubt you have already slept with each other. You've had too much to drink to drive and Annie and I are probably over the limit as well."

"I'd rather sleep in your bed," Marion giggled.

"I would too. It's been sometime now since I slept with a man and I do miss having a cock inside me," Ellen commented.

"Typical!" laughed Geoff, "I'm a bachelor for all these years and then when I get a woman, two others want me as well!"

"I don't want you," Anne grunted, "I'm only here because you're blackmailing me."

"Then you won't mind if Marion or Ellen shares my bed and you sleep in the spare room. Ladies, let me toss a coin to see who shares my bed, I know I won't be able to service both of you tonight." Marion won the toss. "It looks like you'll be sharing with Ellen, Annie."

Despite her protestations of not wanting to sleep with Geoff, Anne was a little jealous that he would take Marion to their bed and fuck her. "I'll sleep on the couch," Anne muttered.

"You'll keep Ellen company or do I have to remind you of your position here?"

Anne quickly acquiesced realising he would have no compunction in spanking her in front of the others if she made a fuss. "Ellen will probably be less of a problem than Marion," she thought but this was nullified when Geoff ordered, "Treat Ellen as your mistress and to do everything she commands."

Half an hour later when she passed the half-open door to the master bedroom anger again welled within her as she saw and heard Geoff ploughing into his companion for the night. She hated him, she hated Marion, she hated Ellen, she hated herself. "Why should I have to be nice to that Ellen?" she asked herself, "She doesn't own me."

Ellen was in bed but not asleep when Anne entered the room and was about to climb in alongside her when Ellen quietly suggested, "Please take off your nightie Annie. It is not that I want to make love to you or anything, but I don't have one and it would make me feel inferior."

"Why should I take any notice of what you want?" The words were spat out.

"Because you have no wish to have another hiding and I've no real wish to see you get one," Ellen replied quietly. "Taking the nightie off is not going to hurt you is it?"

Reluctantly Anne took off the garment, climbed in alongside Ellen and turned her back to her and lay quiet. Anne’s mind though was in turmoil. "Why is he doing this to me? Taking that Marion bitch into his bed. Kicking me out and giving me to another woman. Aren't I good enough for him?" Suddenly it all overwhelmed her and she burst into tears. Her body wracked with sobs. Ellen listened for some minutes before turning Anne so they faced each other and then pulled her close to her breast. It wasn't a sexual embrace, rather it was the comfort a mother would give a daughter. Cradled in the older woman's arms, Anne felt protected but tears continued to flow. Ellen handed her a tissue and gradually the tears abated.

"I believe you love him Anne." Anne shook her head. "I know he's hurt you and made you do things you wouldn't have done had you not been forced but most of what he has done has been for your good." Again Anne shook her head, no. "I know he's told you times enough that had he not taken you in, you'd probably be in prison but he's done more than that, he's entered your heart. He's helped you become a better person. Basically he's a good man and if he wasn't already taken, I might set my sights on him, even though I am much older than he is."

"He's a shit!"

"Not all the time, but he is at the moment and I think I'm going to tell him so. Come with me." Ellen grabbed Anne's wrist and dragged her towards Geoff's room. Anne started to say something but Ellen put her index finger to her lips. Ellen flung the door noisily open and switched on the overhead light. It woke the pair from a light doze. "Get into the spare room!" she ordered Marion. When she protested Ellen pulled the smaller girl from the bed and dragged her to the door. "Move!" she ordered and enforced the command with a sharp slap to Marion's rear. Ellen pushed Anne to the bed. "Geoffrey Williams this is your property. Look after it in the way you should. It is one thing to punish her for wrong doings but quite another to humiliate her by throwing her away for another at your slightest whim. Even though you profess to own her, she is not a slave. She is yours to train and care for. Now care for her! Goodnight!"

Geoff was too bemused by the outburst to even reply before the door closed and Ellen was gone. Anne, crying again, slipped into the bed, hoping he wouldn't spank her for Ellen's actions. "I didn't…" she started but Geoff just put his arm around her and pulled the covers up around them. "Ssssush," he whispered, "We'll talk in the morning."

 

Finis