RACHEL, part IV
By Howard Hellespont
When I woke with the dawn, my lovely Rachel still slept, on her tummy, her
legs in a vee and her beaten backside exposed, for even the weight of a sheet
would have hurt. She did not have to go to work, so I let her sleep. I turned
on the coffee maker. Then I went down to the cellar, turned on the lights, and
looked at Rachel's mother. She was in the same pose. The leg spreader forced
her legs into a vee, and she had managed to shrug the blanket off her well
beaten ass. She looked so much like her daughter, except for a more voluptuous
figure.
I went to her room and got her leather bra and corset. I found some more
things in the cupboard. Priscilla still slept, or pretended to, but I wakened
her with a stroke of the cat 'o nine tails across her ass. "Howard," she
pleaded, "let me go."
"If I simply let you go, Priscilla, you will continue to abuse my father
and your daughter. You have a choice. You can go, out of this house, leaving my
father, or you can stay, and mend your ways. What will it be? Go or stay?"
"I'll stay," she replied.
"If you can't take your medicine, you have only to dress and leave, but you
won't be welcome back."
"I'll take my medicine."
"Priscilla," I replied, "you need corrective training. Your sadistic
impulses must be curbed. You must learn humility. By the time my father comes
home, you will be a different woman." I picked her up, while her legs and
wrists were still cuffed, and made her stand while I dressed her. I put the
black leather corset on her, which went from below her large breasts down to her
hips. I laced it tight, very tight. Then I took her leather bra, the one which
was a net of leather, with metal studs at the intersections. I turned it inside
out, so the points were inside, and put it on her, very tightly. The soft white
flesh of her breasts squeezed out between the thin leather strands of the
network cups, and her nipples bulged outward through their holes. From the
cupboard, I took the bridle which she had used on my father and placed it over
her face, the bit between her teeth. Then I released her hands and feet, so she
could walk. "You will do what you are told. Do you understand?" She nodded.
"Go into the kitchen and wait for me," I ordered.
In the kitchen, I poured myself a cup of coffee. "Thirsty?" I asked. She
nodded, standing there, naked from the hips down. I removed the bit from the
bridle, so she could drink or talk, but left the straps in place, as a sort of
symbolic gag. Then I took an empty plastic half-gallon milk jug and filled it
with tepid tap water. "Drink this," I said. Without replying, she began to
drink. "You will drink half a gallon every hour, until I tell you you can stop,
is that clear?"
"Yes, Howard." I fished an empty gallon jug from the recycling bag and set
it on a chair. "When you need to pee, you will straddle this and urinate into
it. Mind you don't spill any. You will get nothing to eat, until you fill this
jug." I watched her drink the water. "Now, you will prepare a breakfast tray
and take it to Rachel. If you are not sufficiently subservient and polite to
her, I will gag you again."
"Yes, Howard."
"Rachel," I said, when we had gone upstairs, "I don't want you hurting
yourself by sitting up. Your mother will feed you." I watched as Priscilla,
whose own ass must have been sore, fed her daughter breakfast in bed. Rachel
remained prone, probably confused, while Priscilla fed her, scrambled eggs,
toast, a bite at a time, and held the coffee mug to Rachel's lips. When she was
finished, I told Rachel that I wanted her to stay in bed all day, except for the
bathroom, of course. Downstairs, I watched as Priscilla began her task of
collecting a gallon of urine, and I made her drink again. "I am going out for a
while," I said. "I want you to stay here until I return, unless Rachel requires
your services, or you need to drink more water." I went shopping, mostly at
Radio Shack, and I bought a nice cigar. When I returned, the gallon jug was
full, and Priscilla was standing patiently in the kitchen. I suppose it hurt to
sit down. "You didn't cheat by adding water to the urine?" I asked.
"No, Howard."
"Fix us some lunch." I went upstairs to see Rachel. She was still lying
on her tummy, but she had a book on the floor and was reading. "Are you resting
comfortably?" "Yes, my love." One of my purchases was a large bottle of lotion
which contained a soothing local anesthetic. I warmed some in my hands and
smoothed the lotion over Rachel's backside. She liked that. I put some on my
finger and coated the inside of her anus. She liked that. I had her raise up
on her knees, while I lay on my back between her legs and licked her love button
until she came. She liked that. Then I had Priscilla bring her some lunch. By
then, the lotion had relieved the pain, and Rachel sat up in bed to eat.
Back in the kitchen, I told Priscilla, "You are learning well. As a
reward, you may bend over the table." She planted her tits against the table
and I smoothed the lotion over her sore ass. She liked that. I did not lick
her cunt. When we had eaten, I went to prepare my next training aid, which
involved using the tube which contained the cigar. When I returned, Priscilla
was in the process of filling another jug with her pee. "If that bra is hurting
your breasts, I can fix that," I said. "Yes, please, Howard." I took it off,
massaged her breasts with the lotion, and put the bra back on, properly,
loosely, with the studs on the outside. "Thank you, Howard," she said. "When do
you expect my father?" "About four." "Good," I said. "When he returns, I want
you dressed just as you are. And this is how I want you to behave..." When I
had explained all that, there was one more thing to do. I inserted the cigar
tube, which now had little metal pimples on it, into her rectum. Her anus
closed over it, so that all that showed was about a foot of plastic covered wire
which hung limply between her legs. I held in my hand a small radio
transmitter, from a toy car. "I will demonstrate this once. I trust I shall
not have to do it again," I said. "Yes, Howard." I pressed the button on the
transmitter. The radio signal pulsed the circuits in the cigar tube, sending
about 100 milliamps of current through the muscles of her rectum.
"AHH!" she cried, stiffening, then relaxing, as the current ceased. "At
the first sign of disobedience, I can do that again. And if that doesn't teach
you, I'll put another in your cunt."
"Yes, Howard, I'll do whatever you say."
"I'm going to give this to my father, if you don't behave like a proper
wife."
"Yes, of course, Howard." I kept her busy the rest of the afternoon,
cleaning house, doing laundry, preparing a special dinner for Dad. I didn't
have to use the new training device, and when we heard my father coming, I
pulled it out.
Rachel and I watched surreptitiously as father came in the house.
Priscilla was there to greet him, wearing her leather but stark naked from the
hips down. "Well, this is a surprise," he said.
"I thought you might have missed me," Priscilla said. She dropped to her
knees and unzipped his fly, right there in the front hall. "Let me make it up
to you." She began to suck on his penis, and it sprang to attention. In
seconds, he had his pants off and was fucking her with enthusiasm. "When
we're married, Howard," Rachel whispered to me, "will you greet me like that?"
"Would you like that?"
"Yes, Howard."
[END]
