Punishing Rachel, Part Three

(Saturday.Night)

It was funny, Josh mused as he made his way back to Rachel’s bedroom, a bowl of tomato soup in one hand, glass of water in the other… Friday night when he decided to find her all he could think about was how badly she needed to pay for her “sins”, and now different thoughts entirely dominated his thoughts. Upon further contemplation, he wondered if she might could come out of this not just chastened but a better person; the idea nagged at him as he walked into her room. He paused and was again struck by how incredibly beautiful she was… the restraints and mask did nothing to mar it and in fact, seemed to enhance her soft femininity. Her body was what people meant when they said “womanly”… curvy and luscious. Her full, round breasts rose and fell with her deep, regular breaths, and her soft lips were slightly parted in that familiar tiny snore. Setting the bowl on her dresser, he sits down on the side of the bed at lets his fingers explore her smooth skin ever so lightly, not wanting to wake her yet. Her nipples stiffened under his gentle touch and grew longer, the bumps around them standing up sharply. Around her side, up under her smooth-shaven armpit… he found a tiny mole there and wondered how many other people knew that was there… then continuing down, his fingers dipping into the deep hole of her navel. Continuing down, he traces her tiny round belly and smooths the thin strip of pubic hair she cultivated down to her half-open pussy, still gooey from their combined fuckjuices. He slips his middle finger between her outer lips and presses it against her clit… her body jerked in response and she started to regain consciousness… he continues to stroke it firmly as she shakes off her sleep, quickened breaths turning into moans, until he sees her stomach tense and the muscles in her thighs start to jump. Then he stops and slaps the inside of her near thigh “Wakey wakey piggy… I brought food, because you’re going to need your strength tonight. Are you ready to eat?”

Rachel nods weakly and opens her mouth to speak, but only a dry croak comes out… between the abuse, her moans, and the fact that the last thing she had to drink was an overabundance of alcohol, her mouth and throat were so dry she could barely speak. She felt shaky from hunger as well, and before she even thinks, the first thing she manages to whisper is “thank you…”

Josh arches an eyebrow in surprise, but all he says is “Don’t make a fucking mess, or I’ll make you clean it up with your mouth and then beat the shit out of you for good measure.” He brings the bowl of warm soup over to her; he’d decided against freeing her hands up enough to eat and he found the idea of spoon-feeding her annoying, so he just stuck a straw in the bowl. As soon as he puts the straw between her lips she starts to suck, and in very short order the bowl was empty. He then replaces it with the glass of water, which she sucks down about half of in short order and then stops, gasping. Setting the dishes aside, he contemplates how to get her to the toilet with a minimum of risk… then it came to him. Genius.

“I don’t have to tell you again what will happen if you try to pull anything stupid, right?” he demanded in that gravelly voice that was quickly becoming second nature.

Rachel shakes her head quickly, much invigorated and refreshed by the soup and water”No, I know… I won’t, I swear I won’t…”

That much was true… because whether she’d admit it to herself or not, she no longer had the strong desire to free herself that she had the night before. As a matter of fact, she could already feel her pulse beating in her clit again in anticipation, and squashed the knowledge of it firmly, unwilling to examine these changes in herself yet.

Josh freed one wrist and then the other, taking the chains off the bedposts instead of her hands out of the cuffs, and looped them around her wrists so that when he attached them together in front of her, she did have a little bit of play. He did the same with her ankles, leaving just enough chain between her feet to allow her to shuffle slowly. “Whatever you need to do in there, best do it now. I’m not taking you again anytime soon and you know what will happen if you piss the bed, right?”

She accepts his help to stand, and nods in agreement at his words. Rachel hobbles after him as he tugs her toward the bathroom, trying not to fall, and lets him guide her to the toilet. Any other time a stranger in there with her would have rendered her completely incapable of relieving herself, but she thought nothing of it now. Need to pee taken care of, she takes the wad of toilet tissue he handed her and spreads her knees as wide as she can so that she can fit both hands between her legs to clean herself up… which she did a very thorough job of, without thinking too much about why… and then just sat there, awaiting instruction.

Josh grabbed her up by the chains linking her wrists and leads her back to the bedroom, wondering at her docile manner as he pushes her onto the bed face down and binds her back to the bed, this time ass-up. He takes a couple of the abandoned pillows off the floor and stuffs them under her stomach, leaving her breasts hanging free in front of them, so that even though her chains are too short for her to get on her knees, her ass is still raised high. His mind was whirling with ideas for how to… well, help her, really, by teaching her a little humility. Maybe she wouldn’t be such an insufferable bitch if he broke her… really took her down that peg or two he’d told her she needed. He chewed a cuticle absently as he stood next to the bed, wondering how to go about it. Being into the lifestyle and having experience in it were two different things… he’d dreamed of finding himself a little submissive girl to keep, but hadn’t found one yet… he just kept making things in preparation. But when he was planning, he was thinking of a girl willingly submitting… not this. He really wasn’t a violent man, per say… he had just been pushed too far. Combined with his desire for her and sexual frustration he just… well, there was no one to make excuses to, so why bother? He had her now, it was done. He had an idea and moved quickly over to her closet, peering inside… jackpot. Unclasping a handful of clothespins from random hangers, he grabs a good handful and adds those to his collection on top of the dresser. Going back to the closet, he also finds a narrow leather belt with no decorations. Then he peeks into her bedside drawers and finds exactly what he thought he would fairly quickly… a fairly thick, if not too long, vibrating dildo. He grins to himself as he wonders if every girl in the world keeps those in the same place. Figuring he had all he needed, he returns his attention to the bound and silent girl on the bed.

Listening to him rummage around her room, Rachel’s stomach felt twisted up in knots. What else could he possibly do to her, she wondered… and decided maybe it was better she didn’t know. It was hard to get a grasp on her feelings anymore. She was so confused… even as her stomach trembled in fear she could feel her pussy getting wetter in anticipation, and her skin seemed hypersensitive. Every puff of air across it felt almost like a caress. Her face flushed with embarrassment when she heard him open “that” drawer, then wonders at herself… why does she care if her attacker… this rapist… sees her private toy? Perhaps, she thought, she should be more worried about what he planned to do with it…

Josh paused after gathering all the items together, and almost laughed out loud when he realized he was rubbing his palms together like some evil mastermind from the movies. He wished now that he had paid more attention to this type of thing when he was reading about BDSM, but he figured he could figure it out… hell, she was already a different girl than she had been less than 24 hours ago.