Willies New Bitch

                               Willies New Bitch

                        Part Nine:  Susan Richards

                          A work of total fiction for Adults only

                                                By taskmaster11

Much later, after Willie had dropped her off out side her home and very pleased to note James was busy in his study, Kim turner wearily soothed her aching body in a steaming hot bath.

Through her closed eyes Kim could still see the face of the youthful Rose, easily recalling her wet hot tongue probing the very depths her mouth and how she herself had responded by pushing her own tongue hard against that invader whilst Rose had toyed with her nipples and breasts and of the pleasure she had gained from the inexperienced yet none the less exciting probing fingers of Rose’s brother Rod deep inside her hot, wet vagina.

Perhaps though, most disturbingly, Kim shuddered in memory of the bizarre exhilaration she had experienced at the whole scenario being viewed and orchestrated by the youngster’s stepfather.

She had not a clue as to his name and had simply followed his demand that she refer to him as ‘Sir’, but as she slowly relaxed in the hot bath Kim could easily recall his stern attitude, his easy domination of her and disturbingly found she was strangely disappointed he had not even laid a finger upon her.

Once again, after this latest, ‘scenario’ Kim found her feelings for Willie to be a mixture of abhorrence and exhilaration, part of her loathing the brutal delivery driver for what he had done to her, to her previously well ordered life, to her body, to her mind and though they did not yet  know it, to her family.

Yet to Kim, Willie had become a drug and she the addict, never before had she experienced the sheer sense of excitement and exhilaration this brutal young man had added to her previously mundane yet contented existence.

Just as the hot water flowed over her, so did the guilt, but for Kim the guilt was good, the guilt always absolved her from responsibility these days, for Kim knew she was now trapped in this madness far to deep to break away from him, Willie, through his violence, his threats of exposure to her friends and family, not to mention his sheer force of will over her, laying bare her desire to be forcefully and mentally dominated, literally   ‘owned’ Kim Turner.

She was, she knew, his to do with as he wished, at any time he wished, wherever and whenever he wished with Willie only allowing Kim a ‘normal’ life with her children after informing her she would no longer allowed sex with her husband without his, Willie’s, permission. 

It was course a state of affairs that could surely never last, indeed, just like a drug addict Kim repeatedly told herself she could put a stop to this at any time, but for now this illicit infatuating excitement was what she needed and would go along with Willie’s demands of her until she decided otherwise.

But had she been aware of just what people other that Willie were planning for the future of both her and her very own Mother Kim’s feelings would have been very different………………………………………………………..

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In his Beach house Ben Harris looked up from the giant TV screen dominating his study wall and then glanced toward the smaller screen showing the almost naked mature figure of Susan Richards spread-eagled and manacled to a large metal bed.

A large mechanical dildo was slowly pumping in and out of Susan’s swollen love channel, just as it had done for the past hour or so, its motorised whirring accompanied by Susan’s continued moaning coming through the red ball gag strapped around her mouth as she part protested, part revelled , in the combined pain and pleasure provided not only by the mechanical dildo but also the cruel nipple clamps, their jaws each attached to thin metal chains in turn held taught above her body to another mechanical arm rising and lowering Susan’s breasts and nipples in turn.

The combined effect drove Susan toward the edge of frenzy whilst both Ben and his visitor sat with a quite obvious bulge in their pants, their gazes alternating between the more recent events taking place on the larger screen and the smaller, showing Willie in the process of ‘breaking in’ Susan Richards before handing her over to the care of her new ‘owner’ Ben Harris.

‘Damm good light quality considering it was filmed at night’ said Ben at length after viewing for the second time the recording on the larger screen.

‘Sure is Ben’ replied his guest ‘That’s some camera you gave me, of course the interior lights on the SUV helped, buts jeez, what they can do with technology these days!’

Ben Harris nodded sagely, the DVD Camera was top of the range and, together with Willie’s fee had cost him a packet, but it was worth every penny to watch Kim Turner’s humiliating experience at the hands of his wife’s brother, Ray Woods, the Man sitting opposite, and his twin stepchildren.

Ben’s recruitment of his brother in law had begun when he came across him a year years ago at the BDSM club……………………………………….

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Initial surprise and no little awkwardness had soon led to an all night drinking session with eventually both men revealing their innermost secrets and desires.

Ray had been unsurprised to learn of Ben’s penchant for BDSM given that he was married the sister he had always detested.

Interested only in herself she had snared the chubby but wealthy Ben Harris into a childless marriage and then simply eat her way through the marriage until she became as equally fat as Ben himself, if not more so.

For himself Ben had been pleased and not a little surprised to find a likewise soul in his brother in law, especially since Ray himself  had Married Jenny, a very good looking and well off Widow with two young children of her own, boy and girl twins.

That had been two years ago and that night Ben listened in growing admiration as Ray told him of how, after meeting her through mutual ‘scene’ friends some three years after the death of her husband, a year of first dating and then playing with his now wife had led Jenny to plead with Ray take her under his wing as his Slave, for

Try as she might to deny it, after three years she once again yearned for the security and comfort, not to mention the excitement, of being a Slave to a loving Master.

Ray had admitted to Ben that he would hardly believe his good fortune, here was a beautiful wealthy widow, sharing his own sexual taste, offering herself to him on a plate, her only stipulation being that, although happy to socialise again with others in the ‘scene’ she must not be ‘given’ to another Master and that their activities remained solely within the house and that Ray himself remain faithful toward her.

For his part Ray, fearful of never finding the right woman and now loving this one had been only to happy to agree with her request for he really did love Jenny and was more than willing to look after her and care for her children as, if not another father then as a wise friend, all he wanted was for her to trust him enough not to worry about him visiting the BDSM club on his own now and again.

It was two weeks before the wedding said Ray that the bombshell had arrived.

This being in the shape of a visit to his apartment by his sixteen year old step twins, Rosemary and Rodney.

It Rose who had done most of the talking.

‘We need to discuss certain things’ began Rose, sitting demurely on his couch next to Rod whilst Ray looked quizzically and apprehensively from one twin to another aware he needed the twins on side if he were to be accepted by them and help make a go of him being a part of the family.

‘We loved our daddy so very much, he was a great father to Rod and me’ began Rose as a sense of foreboding came across Ray.

‘And he was a great husband to mummy as well…………in fact…our father made mummy very, very happy, even when, well, even when mummy had been naughty, you see our father knew how to, well, knew how to punish mummy without her being unhappy about it is I suppose the best was of describing it’

Ray could hardly believe it, these kids were obviously only too aware of the ‘other’ side of their parent’s lives and Rose was looking him in the eye with no hint of embarrassment

‘And so, we want you to do the same, in fact we think that’s why mummy chose you, because you are the strong silent type just like daddy was, Mummy has certain needs of course and is still a bit naughty now and again and so we hope you will punish her like daddy used to, then we know mummy will be happy, if Mummy is happy then we are happy’

Rod told Ben he had seen no point in denying it and had told the twins he fully intended to punish and discipline their mother whenever the need arose, but what though was their situation, had their father punished them in the same manner as he had their mother, if so, Ray had said, please don’t expect that he could do the same, he loved their Mother and was interested only in her, to the twins he could be a friend only.

That was when the bombshell arrived.

‘Oh no Ray’, said Rose whilst her brother nodded his agreement.

‘You see before he died daddy taught us how to punish mummy ourselves, so that after he died Mummy would still be punished.

Rod and me are sixteen now and regularly punish mummy, but, as I said, mummy has certain other needs only a man can give her, we are here to make sure you understand the situation and realise that and Rod and myself will still punish mummy and be present when you punish mummy for being naughty toward us, if you agree to this then we will be happy for you to be our stepfather!.

Ray had wondered if their Mother knew of the twins visit, certainly she had gave no inkling of this strange setup, children punishing their Mother, but what the hell, if this was what their mother accepted then who was he to argue?, after all, everything he had seen at their house so far only reinforced his view that the twins and their mother were a happy and well adjusted little family.

If fact Ray had been disturbed to find he was a little excited by the idea and for a moment wondered just how Jenny was dressed on these occasions but made do with assuring twins that yes, he would respect their wishes and that, yes he would love and care for their Mother and her twins and would be proud to be called their stepfather……………………………………………………………………………………………

At first Ben had been disinclined to confide in Ray about Kim Turner, both men had been in the bondage club on the night Willie had displayed her but Ben had said nothing at the time and certainly Ray did know her, indeed it was not until her mother Susan Richards had been abducted by Willie and taken to his beach house did Ben think it possible to tentatively approach Ray about his ideas, after all, if this guy was happy to watch his stepchildren punish their own mother with a bamboo cane whilst, as Ben now knew to be the case, she was naked and bending over Rose’s own Bed, then who was he to denigrate Ben’s activates.?

And the bonus was that if he could get Ray ‘on board’ he had a willing helper who by his own admission, was not about to go screwing women other than his wife, therefore he would not be demanding a piece of the action with either Susan or her daughter, although Ben himself would be more than happy to have his wife Jenny sucking his cock whatever her ideas about not be given to another Master,  for  knowledge was power and his brother in law’s wife was now every bit as vulnerable as Kim or her Mother and Ben made a mental note to somehow set up a recording of  Jenny’s Kids punishing her ……………….

Fully intent on carrying out his plan to have both Mother Susan and daughter Kim belong exclusively to him, Ben, knowing that Ray’s stepdaughter had pretty well grown into a bisexual Dominant and her brother Rod himself something of a dominant himself had suggested that Ray may wish, as a birthday treat to his stepchildren and at Ben’s expense, have a little fun with Kim Turner whom Willie who these days was ‘hiring out’ on the scene as a money making exercise for himself, but Ben also had plans to lessen Willie’s control over Kim by providing him with a business of his own a good distance away!.

To Rays mounting interest, Ben had suggested Ray arrange the ‘stranded Slave’ scenario with Willie who of course would not know Ray, and for a suitable fee be only to pleased to assist him, unaware that Ray’s SUV would be fitted with a state of the art DVD camera capturing every second of Kim’s humiliation.

Everything had gone exactly to plan with the two Kids having a whale of time with the humiliated yet compliant Kim, as was evident on the DVD, a disk that gave Ben more than enough ammunition to confront Kim in her own home without the glowering presence of Willie looking over his shoulder.

For his part, Ray had been impressed with Ben’s ideas, certainly he still loved his wife just as before but that didn’t mean he no longer fantasised about such things himself.

Well, Ben may think he was above fucking a woman other than his wife but that promise had been made a couple of years ago now and maybe, just maybe it was time he took Jenny away from her comfort zone and display her at the BDSM club because the more he thought about the evening with Kim the harder he got and now, looking across at the small screen at the woman who moaned and writhed in her bonds to the huge invading dildo Ray decided that given her age, Kim’s Mother wasn’t so bad either.

‘So what do you think Ray, maybe we should set up something for Susan there, maybe let Rose and her brother have a little fun with Kim’s  mother too’ said Ben.

‘Should give you a little fun too Ray, give you the chance to see the bitch performing in my dungeon down there and who knows, maybe have a little Fun yourself,’

Sitting back comfortably in his huge leather chair Ben noticed just how fixated Ray had become on the smaller screen and the look of pleasure spreading across his face told Ben his brother in law was hooked on the idea and always ready to humiliate Susan, Ben knew he would secretly film the kids messing with Susan, maybe Ray too.

Maybe the whole thing was crazy, but if could also film the kids punishing their Mother then what the hell, if it came off his Brother in law’s beautiful wife Jenny would also be his, a little blackmail would be needed of course but that was no problem, then she would also be his, and of course if it all went okay Ray need know nothing about any of it………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

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The following Thursday Ben was again in his Beach house study sitting in that very same chair, with closed eyes feeling the first stirrings of an exploding orgasm whilst Susan Richards slid her mouth up and down his hard stubby erect cock.

This was what made it all worthwhile for Ben, having this haughty mature beauty on her knees before him, servicing him in any manner of his choosing.

Today though Susan, her hands cuffed behind her back, wearing only a black satin quarter cup bra, matching thong with black seamed hold up stockings, had behind Ben’s closed eyes, become a mixture of herself, her daughter Kim and his brother in law’s wife Jenny, all of which served only to heighten his fervour and before long Susan was spluttering and gasping as Ben’s hot salty come juices splattered the back of her throat.

Ben, as was customary now, grabbed hold of her long luxurious hair and  pulled Susan’s mouth from his throbbing cock before, with his cock in his other hand, aiming strands of his sticky juices over Susan’s face and neck before at length allowing Susan to bend her head and shoulders over a small glass vase on the floor beside Ben, there to spit and dribble the cum juices collected in her mouth into the vase, this act, Ben had come to appreciate , being the ultimate form of degradation for Susan.

Suddenly Ben’s desk phone was ringing and, still holding Susan by her hair Ben’s other hand left his cock, picked up the instrument and issued a brusque acknowledgement whilst smiling down at the kneeling, shamefaced, come splattered Susan, trapped on her knees between Ben’s legs, his come juices slowly running down her cheeks, dripping from her chin and onto her breasts whilst he listened to the voice at the end of the phone line.

‘Damm, I’ll have to come over right away, I’ll meet you there just as soon as I can’ said Ben eventually.

Replacing the receiver, Ben looked down at Susan and stroking her hair, he told her.

‘Sorry honey but I’ve got a crisis at one of the store; I have to rush over there’

With that, Ben then stood up and zipped his fly, but, if Susan thought he would be helping her up and release her from the cuffs so that she may clean up before leaving she was shocked when Ben did no such thing but simply put on his jacket before retrieving all his keys from his desk.

‘Ben …Master, please take these cuffs off, I need to clean myself before I leave’ pleaded Susan.

‘No can do honey, I want you here when I get back, I had big plans you tonight baby, and I still have big plans, you can either ask to stay here in the study till I get back or I take you downstairs and put you in your cage, its your choice baby!’

Dejectedly, Susan asked ‘master’ if she may stay in his study before Ben. Nodding his assent told Susan he would be back ASAP.

‘Before I go though I want to see you looking into my eyes while you eat my juices so lets see that tongue around your lips baby!.’

After a little hesitation and as always fighting her inner revulsion Susan began snaking her tongue around lips before swallowing Ben’s disgusting juices whilst looking up at Ben’s smiling face in abject misery.

Finally satisfied Susan had completed her repulsive task to his satisfaction Ben then pulled a black padded leather ‘Bar’ gag complete with padded metal straps between her lips, cruelly showing Susan a small brass padlock Ben then proceeded to clip the metal lock into the clasp of the gag strap around Susan’s neck, making it impossible to remove the Bar gag from her mouth without a key, then nodding down at Susan, he walked off, closing the door behind him.

Just as Susan knew he would, Ben had bolted the outside of the door to leave the gagged and handcuffed and cum covered semi naked mature beauty sitting on her haunches in Ben’s study

Kneeling dejectedly on the study carpet Susan reflected upon Ben’s demolition of what was supposed to have been an enjoyable evening out for her and a couple of girl friends at the Golf  Club

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After a lazy tranquil afternoon in her garden enjoying the warm sunshine and with Ben Harris, whom she had not seen for the past two weeks, left in the dark recesses of her mind Susan eventually had a light snack before mixing her first cocktail of the day, taking the drink upstairs with her into her bathroom before enjoying a long hot relaxing Bath in preparation for her evening out.

Stepping from her bath an hour later and with the cocktail agreeably lightening her humour, a smiling Susan, had dried her shapely body with a huge bath towel before walking naked from the bathroom back into her bedroom.

‘Stay where you are honey and put your hands on your head’!

Susan’s heart sank, the living nightmare had returned, the tubby figure of Ben was sitting on the edge of her bed, his hands Susan noticed, fondling a set of the Black lingerie of the type he constantly provided for her these days

Sure Susan knew she should know better by now, for Ben Harris used her own home as if it were his own, simply coming and going at will, even, much to Susan’s infuriation, having all her keys duplicated so he could have matching sets, along with the vague warning of painful consequences should she dare have the locks changed without his permission.

Ben’s one, but oh so important concession to Susan, being that she live ‘her own life’ when he did not ‘have need of her’ had though, been tempered by Susan’s discovery that Ben had bought an empty property just down the road from hers, for what purpose though she had no idea.

But not having seen ‘the Master’ for the past couple of weeks had made Susan careless, for usually she locked her bathroom door and at least  dress in a towelling robe before entering her bedroom, just in case Ben Harris was waiting in there for her.

With any lingering hopes of escaping this fat mans clutches long since snuffed out Susan had decided her only option when her nemesis called upon her was to strive her inner mind look upon Ben as her ‘Master’, to placate him by acquiescing to his demands upon her, knowing that accepting whatever he had in mind for her on such occasions was infinitely preferable to the inevitable beatings and humiliation that followed any defiance on her part.

Looking at the fat man sitting on her bed Susan’s automatic inclination had been to cover her nudity and without a word made to turn back to the bathroom but abruptly froze when Ben’s stern voice barked.

Do it bitch or you’ll get the thrashing of your life before I fuck that tight little arse!’

So Susan began her now a well practised routine, first by looking Ben straight in the eye before parting her legs until her feet were the required eighteen inches apart and then placing her hands at the back of her neck, joining fingers together before pushing out her large but still firm upright breasts and pointy nipples whilst Ben, standing now, studied every inch of her body.

Susan, aware her nipples were hardening, stood stock, hating the way her body  had once again betrayed her, failing to subdue the slow throbbing deep in her loins and unwanted yet indisputable stirrings of  sexual anticipation.

Susan shivered but managing to retain her position when Ben, now standing before her, began gently massaging both her nipples with thumbs and forefingers, knew she must at least try to absolve herself by at least attempting to extradite herself.

‘Master……………please Master, may I speak’ began Susan.

Whatever Susan may have to say was of little interest to Ben but to humour his Slave he nodded his assent.

‘I…………..I am supposed to be meeting some friends at the golf club later this evening Master, please Master, will I be allowed to go?’

Genuine or not, Ben these days was always happy to hear this type of respectful pleadings for, as ever when arriving Ben had switched on the DVD recorders. Unbeknown to Susan these were doted around her house and these moments always made for good viewing and editing thus ensuring Susan always looked as though she was contentedly playing her part.

‘Maybe, maybe not’ replied Ben. ‘Do exactly as your Master tells you over the next hour or so and maybe I will drive you there myself’

This was the last thing she wanted but Ben’s continued massaging of her nipples was beginning to have its desired effect so Susan merely nodded her head and replied softly

‘Yes Master’

‘Good girl, you’ve saved yourself from a spanking for the moment Now, there’s a bra, thong and hold up stockings on the bed, get those on first and then your make up, we are going for a little drive’

As Ben had mentioned they were going for a drive, Susan realised her chances of meeting up with her friends were pretty remote but was more disturbed to note that her ‘Master’, having told her this, had made not mention of her outerwear, he had not, as was his usual tendency, chosen either dress or other outfit for her but merely produced a set of steel handcuffs from his pocket.

Under Ben’s scrutiny Susan had dressed herself in the Black satin quarter cup Bra, thong and hold up stockings before sitting down before her make up mirror to make her face, as Ben instructed, look devastating which indeed she did, before finally, with Susan feeling a growing sense of anxiety about the evening ahead and with visions of the beach house and the basement dungeon and its cruel bondage equipment in her thoughts Ben had to almost force her wrists behind her back before snapping on the cold steel handcuffs.

‘Time to go baby’ Ben had told Susan after she had stepped into the black four inch heels he had selected for her before leading her downstairs from her bedroom, her large breasts with nipples in full view jiggling up and down in the quarter cup bra

‘Please Master…I can’t go out like this………….can I just have a coat to cover me’ pleaded Susan downstairs as soon as realised Ben intended to take her outside to the car wearing only her black lingerie, dark outside it may now have been but there was enough light for anyone who may be passing to see her .

But Ben was having none of it and Susan quickly found herself pulled outside into the cool night air with worse to come when Ben pushed a Red rubber ball gag into her mouth, then securing its straps around her neck

‘You don’t tell your Master what you can and can’t do bitch’

  Ben’s car had been perhaps deliberately parked a good twenty yards from Susan’s door, almost at the very entrance to the driveway and even though the nearest neighbour was fifty yards along the road, Susan, in fear of being seen this way needed no persuading to walk as quickly as she could to Ben’s large SUV where Ben helped her up into the passenger seat.

But sitting high up from the road in the front seat only exacerbated Susan’s distress, someone must surely see her gagged mouth and almost naked breasts, even more so when to her horror Ben told her he was going back to lock up the house.

‘And don’t make things worse for yourself by trying to hide baby’ had been his parting words.

But, incredibly, as she sat there Susan knew she was becoming aroused. ‘Oh my god, I am turning into an exhibitionist? She was asking herself just as, to her horror a middle aged man and young girl were walking past her driveway,

‘Oh God No, please don’t let them see me’ she silently cried before to her relief  the two strangers were almost past her driveway before suddenly the young girl had turned her head toward the parked SUV, her inquisitive gaze quickly turning to astonishment.

Panic stricken, Susan then saw the girl turn to speak to the man with her; he then himself turned to stare in amazement at the gagged and almost naked figure of Susan in the front seat of the SUV.

That he had spotted Susan was blatantly obvious, their eyes met; suddenly, with Susan’s heart thumping wildly, he was walking into the driveway toward the vehicle and then all of a sudden there was Be Harris, walking toward the man and his young female companion.

The closed doors and windows of the SUV made it impossible for Susan to hear what was obviously an angry and heated exchange, the man was gesticulating toward Susan in the SUV whilst his young female companion whose eyes never seemed to leave those of the panic stricken Susan nodded her agreement as Ben, his arms wide in protested innocence, appeared to be arguing his own case until, after what to Susan appeared an eternity, the couple began to slowly walk away from the driveway, occasionally turning back and looking toward the vehicle whilst Ben climbed into the drivers seat.

‘Would you believe it baby, damm nosey son a  bitch had the bare faced nerve to accuse me of kidnapping you, said they’d already seen me lifting you into the Car ’ exclaimed Ben, settling into the drivers seat before running his hand over the shocked Susan’s stocking clad thigh.

‘I nearly laughed out loud Susie; I should have asked him how a guy could kidnap his own property.’

Ben continued stroking Susan’s thighs but his fingers now above the stocking top and at the very edge of her tiny thong

‘And you are my property aren’t you Susie?’

The hammering in her chest was slowly subsiding to be replaced again by an inexplicable sense of excitement. Susan nodded her head in affirmation, as she knew she must.

‘So I told the guy we were going to fancy dress, just a little underdressed, but hey, they shouldn’t have been looking baby, but then the guy say’s he doesn’t believe me and is thinking of calling the police, so I say go right ahead, use my phone, make yourself look a fool, after all we are standing here on private property, hey, would you want him to call the cops honey?’

Susan shook her head that would be the last thing she needed.

‘So the guys backs down and say’s if that’s true I should be more careful how I treat a woman and he will leave it at that for now, what a cheek, I’ll have the guy run out of town!, now spread those legs a little baby’

Reluctantly, aware of what he was about to do, Susan parted her legs until Ben was able to slide a couple of fingers inside her.

‘Hey baby, you are a wet as you’ve ever been god damm if you didn’t love every minute of it!’

At least Ben had removed the awful ball gag for a  ride to his beach house that was achieved without further incident, leaving Susan to ponder upon fact her secret was out, that try as she might not to, she was getting of on the danger of exposure and humiliation.

The beach house being remote and quiet offered no possibly of such an episode happening again and Ben parked the SUV close by before leading Susan into the house and, to her surprise, his ground floor study.

‘Okay baby, I have some paperwork to finish up here so you can down by the side of my desk here and give me some head, make it good Susie, you know the score by now, take it in your throat but don’t you dare swallow it when I come, you spit it out in that glass vase I put down there for you…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Ben had been gone for a little over thirty minutes before Susan, after managing to raise herself up onto Bens huge desk chair to save her aching knees, first  heard the footsteps through the bolted door.

Surely there had not been enough time for Ben to get to the store and back, which Susan knew was a good thirty minute drive from the beach house.

But footsteps there most certainly were and afraid of Ben finding her sat at his desk after having terminated his journey, Susan quickly rose from the chair to resume her kneeling position. But now though she could also hear a muffled murmur of voices inside the house and certainly more that one voice.

Suddenly Ben’s desk phone began ringing, jarring Susan’s frayed nerves even more and helpless as she was she could only look on as the instrument trilled a few times before switching over to its answer phone message mode and Susan’s heart  abruptly sank to hear Ben’s voice on the line.

‘I know you can’t answer the phone right now baby but I’m going to be over here for a couple of hours at least, you had best make yourself comfortable until I get back, lay on the carpet or something but don’t dare sit at my desk!’

Susan was panic stricken, for if Ben was at his store then who on earth was in the house?

The thought of a stranger, or, far, far worse someone she knew unbolting the door to find her like this, Gagged handcuffed and almost naked in Ben Harris’s study beggared belief, Susan knew she had been very lucky it had not been a neighbour or friend earlier in her driveway, was that luck now about to run out?

Just as she began the awkward process of again raising herself to a standing position after belatedly realising things would look far worse should she be found kneeling on the Carpet, Susan froze as she clearly heard the study door bolt being withdrawn and with petrified eyes watched the door slowly opening until, from her kneeling position beside Ben’s desk she was looking up into the hard malevolent staring eyes of a young girl, the very same young girl who had been staring at her in her driveway!

                                                  End of Part Nine

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