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CHAPTER ONE
Shalini answered the phone, “this is the head librarian, how may I help you?” Frank said, “just listen
and say nothing unless you want the information I have made public. Do you want that?” Shalini let
out a small gasp, and asked, “who are you, and what do you want?” “I told you to just listen,” Frank
snapped, “just listen!” “Okay,” was her response. “You will go to the bar in the Steak House, the one
near your home, tonight at 6:00 for happy hour. Take a seat at a table in the corner, order yourself
a drink and wait for me to introduce myself. If you are more than five minutes late, I will leave, and I
will make sure your newspaper gets all the information I have collected on you, and copies will be
sent to the library board as well.” He then abruptly hung up the telephone. Shalini shook as she
placed the receiver back on its base. She quickly regained her composure, and went through the
motions of finishing her work day. On the way home, she drove by the Steak House, noting it was a
very popular cafe and feeling reassured about her safety if she decided to meet this man who had
been mailing packages, shocking packages, to her for the past ten days. She glanced at her watch,
noting it was already 10 minutes until six o’clock. She drove on by, then turned around realizing she
did not have time to go home first. There was a parking space near the front door, she took it
feeling some relief about its location. Inside the bar, she saw a good size crowd all enjoying drinks
before their meals. Shalini sat at a table off to herself, and ordered a glass of wine. As she sipped
her wine, she looked around at the men there, wondering who the person that had called her was.
She saw no one she knew, but saw several faces she vaguely recognized. She finished her wine and
looked at her watch. It was just a few
minutes after six. She ordered another glass of wine. The waitress had just set the glass down when
she saw a man walking toward her table. It was one of the ones she knew from somewhere, but she
could not place where. She noticed he was carrying a couple of large envelopes similar to those she
had been receiving for the past ten days. As soon as their eyes met, she remembered where she
knew him from. He was a patron at her branch library, but she could not think of his name. He laid
the two envelopes in front of her on the table for her to see. One was addressed to her newspaper
and the other to the San Francisco Library Board. “May I join you?” he asked, smiling at her obvious
discomfort. “Do I have a choice?” she responded. He picked up the two large envelopes and turned
to walk away, then stopped. “Of course you have a choice, but make it carefully unless you want me
to mail these envelopes. You know what is in them don’t you?” Taking a deep breath to steady her
nerves, Shalini replied, “don’t mail them, sit down,” adding as an after thought, “please.” He took a
chair on the opposite side of the table, and took a sip of the drink he had brought with him to her
table. He leaned back in his chair and stared at her. “Who are you? I have seen you in the library,
but what is your name?” she asked. “I am your date for tomorrow night for dinner here at 7:00, that
is enough for you to know right now,” was his answer. He took another long drink and added,
“unless you want what I know about you to become the talk of the town.” “But, I don’t want a date
with you. I don’t even know your name, much less want to go on a date with you.” “Shalini, look at
the stamps on these envelopes, they are ready to drop in the mail box. Had you rather have a
dinner date or have these placed in the mail?” “That sounds like blackmail, and it is a crime. You
could go to jail
if I reported you to the police.” “I don’t think you want to get the police involved in this Shalini, you
know what I would do with all that I have collected on you. You might also want to consider that
you have seen only a portion of what I have and what is in these envelopes.” Frank looked directly
at her as he said this, then took another sip of his drink. “All you want is a dinner date?” she asked.
She glanced down at the table as she spoke, avoiding looking directly at him. “For now, Shalini for
now. But I will require that you dress a lot nicer for our date than the way you are now dressed. In
fact, I will have some packages delivered to your house tomorrow afternoon that will contain what I
want you to wear.” He stood up, picked up the envelopes and his drink, and said “tomorrow at
7:00, we will meet here at this table and. wear exactly what is delivered, no more and no less. If you
are more than 5 minutes late, these envelopes will be mailed.” Then he walked away from the table
and disappeared into the crowd. Shalini jumped to her feet to find him, but she could not. She
spent several minutes looking, then paid for her wine and left. She was relieved that it was still
daylight as she got in her car and drove home. She changed clothes and sat down to read, but she
could not concentrate. Her mind was on the man she had just met, the envelopes she had been
receiving, and the “date” he wanted for tomorrow night. She had so many questions, and he had
disappeared so quickly. She wondered what this was all about. All night long she tried to sleep, but
the events of the evening were running constantly through her mind. She knew she would be
ruined professionally, socially, and personally if the information he had got out into public
knowledge. “After all, he just wants a date, and it is a very public and popular restaurant,” she
rationalized. “I will be safe, nothing could possibly happen there,” she decided as she drifted off
into a deep sleep. As her Saturday progressed, Shalini starting feeling a little better about her
“date” for the evening. She was convinced that she would be safe, and she needed to find out what
this man wanted in exchange for his silence. She had decided not to call the police, and just to pay
the blackmailer to keep her past a secret. It was the only choice she had and she knew it. She had a
good job, had saved a lot of
money, and she was prepared to buy his silence rather than go through the humiliation of the
exposure of her past. It was just after four o’clock when she heard her door bell. Looking through
the peephole, she saw a delivery man from Macy’s standing on her porch. She opened the door,
signed for the packages and waited until the delivery man was gone before shutting and locking her
door. Shalini sat the packages down on her couch and began to open them. She found a red nylon
slip dress, red lace bikini panties with a matching shelf bra, dark thigh high hose, red high heel
shoes, a red purse, small gold hoop earrings, and a gold chain bracelet. She was surprised that there
were earrings and a bracelet, but no necklace, and even more than a little surprised at the fact
everything was her exact size. A small shudder of fear run through her body. She poured herself a
glass of wine and took it and the clothing to her bedroom. She took her shower, then started
getting her hair fixed and makeup on. After she was dressed, she looked at her image in the mirror.
It had been several years since she had worn anything as sexy as these clothes, and she just
admired herself for several minutes. She had always hated bikini panties because of the panty lines
they created, and they were very prominent in this thin nylon dress. Remembering the man’s
threats, she decided against changing and was dressed for her “date.” Shalini arrived at the Steak
House at exactly 7:00, parked her car and went into the bar. She saw him sitting at the table she
had sat at last night. He smiled at her as she walked to the table and told her to have a seat. She sat
down being careful to avoid eye contact with this man. He just seemed to look right through her
and that made her very uncomfortable. Her hands were noticeably shaking as she sipped the glass
of wine he had already sitting on the table. Shalini was in no mood for small talk, and asked “how
much do you want to keep silent about what you have discovered about me. I am willing to pay you
for your silence.” He said nothing, but continued to stare at her and sip his drink. “How much?” she
asked in a demanding tone of voice. He smiled and said, “it is not your money that I want, it is your
body that you will use to buy my silence.”
“What?” she reacted, “you don’t expect me just to have sex with you do you? What do you think I
am, some kind of a whore?” Smiling still, he said, “you are a whore, I have proof of that, we are just
haggling about the price.” “That is all things that happened in my past. It was years ago when I
needed the money. I am ashamed of what I did, but I am not a whore.” “Yes, that is exactly what
you are, Shalini, in fact you are not only a whore, but a slut. You were and you still are. You can’t
change your past. According to your arrest records, you were selling your body to anyone that had
$100 to pay for it. I am willing to pay much, much more than that. I am willing to pay with my
silence, that has the value that you place on your career, you social standing, and your reputation.”
He paused glared into her eyes and asked, “how much is all that worth to you Shalini?” Her face
turned as red as her dress with rage and anger. She stood up and reached for her purse, but her
eyes saw him holding the two stamped envelopes. “Have you forgotten about these?” he asked.
She slumped back in her chair. She knew that he had her in a mess and that she had to get out of it
some how. She said, “no, I have not forgotten. You are not an unattractive man, why don’t you just
ask someone you know for a date? Why me, we don’t even know each other?” “You are wrong
Shalini, I know you very well, but not as well as I am going to. I know everything about you, as you
have seen, even your torrid past. I know your credit card numbers, your clothes sizes, I know a lot
about you.” “How did you find out all of this?” “I have gone through your history, your personal
information is well known to me. I have gone through you trash where I learned your clothing sizes
and so much more.” He took another drink out of his glass and smiled at her nervousness, “yes I
have chosen well,” he thought to himself. Shalini just sat looking at her glass of wine. Without
looking up she said “okay, if I agree to have sex with you, will you give that information to me and
promise to keep quiet about what you know about
me?” Without waiting on an answer, she added, “when do you want this?” “We will start tonight?”
he replied. “Start? What do you mean start?” “That is exactly what I mean. We will start tonight.
You are going to buy my silence by being my private whore. You are going to pay for my silence with
your body as often as I want you to, and that starts tonight. I know you are not seeing anyone at the
present time, and that you have a lot of time on your hands, and I will allow you to continue to keep
up appearances at social functions. But Shalini, you are now my whore. If you find that more
objectionable than the consequences, you can leave right now.” “For how long?” she asked meekly
as her body trembled with fear and her voice cracked. “Until you are fully trained or you no longer
please me. If it ends because you don’t please me I will send the information to the library board
and to your newspaper,” he answered, but he was no longer smiling at her. “What do you mean by
until I no longer please you or until I am ‘trained’?” she asked still trembling. “You will find out in
time, you will find out.” “Or had you rather I mail these envelops?” gesturing to them laying on the
table. “Your rapid rise in the library system has made you some enemies, what would they do with
this information. What would your high society friends do? You know how those people love gossip.
Then there is your newspaper column to think about.” The Waitress sat two more drinks on the
table as Shalini contemplated her situation. “Now, be a good little girl and go to the restroom.
While you are there, take off your bra and bring it back to me.“ “Just like that? You expect me to go
and take off my bra and hand it to you?”
“You have worn less in public as I am sure you remember, or do I need to show you some pictures
of yourself? Yes, that is exactly what I expect you to do. If you question that, I will demand your
panties as well. Now go do as you have been told, and be quick about it,” he said sternly. Shalini
could tell he was serious about what he had asked her to do, and she knew he was equally serious
about sending the information as he had said. Taking a deep breath she said, “okay,” and reached
for her purse. He grabbed her hand and said, “leave that here.” “But how will I be able to bring my
bra back to the table without someone noticing what I am carrying?” “I don’t care, that is not my
concern. No one will have any doubt about you not a bra on in that dress when you walk all the way
back over here anyway. Now go, before I decide I want your hose also.” Shalini left the table
realizing for the first time that the restrooms were all the way across the lounge. She tried not to
attract attention, but it seemed as if every eye was on her as she walked to the ladies room. Frank
smiled as he watched her walk away. This had gone much faster and easier than he had hoped for,
and he was getting sexually aroused. He had anticipated much more resistance, and he knew it
would come as his demands got harder for her to accept. He would make sure that he stayed right
on the verge of scaring her off at all times. Step by step he had planed her enslavement and was
thrilled that it was moving so well. When he saw her returning, he felt a tinge of guilt because her
eyes were full of tears. No one else saw the tears though, their eyes were on her body and the bra
she was obediently bringing to him. “What is your name?” she asked avoiding eye contact. “How do
you refer to men that come to you in the library when you don’t know their names?” Shalini
thought for a moment, then answered, “ I just call them ‘sir’.”
“Then for the present time you may simply refer to me as ‘sir’ also.” “Just call you ‘sir’? Are you
k**ding?” Tapping his fingers on the envelopes laying on the table to make his point, Frank
responded, “did it sound like I was k**ding?” She simply shook her head “no.” She still felt the stares
of the men in the bar, and knew she was being trapped in something by the man. Frank looked at
his watch. It was after eight, and he had a big night planned. He said it was time to eat and told her
to follow him. They walked into the restaurant portion of the building. He told the waiter where he
wanted to sit, and they were led to a table. He ordered only a salad for Shalini, but a steak for
himself. As soon as the waiter had taken their order and walked away from the table, Frank said,
“take off your panties and hand them to me.” Shalini was taken by surprise, she sighed, then stated
to get up to go to the restroom and do as she had been told. She knew it would do no good to
protest anyway. She stood up. “No, here, take them off here and hand them to me.” “Here?” “I
don’t like having to repeat myself, yes here damnit. Just reach under the table and take them off,
now!” Shalini looked around the restaurant, then carefully and as discreetly as possible removed
her panties. She reached around the table and handed them to him. He took them and laid them
near his drink on top of the table in clear view. When the waiter brought their meals, he spilled a
glass of water when he saw the red lace panties next to Frank. Frank used the panties to wipe up
the spill as the waiter stared at Shalini and grinned. They ate in silence, he going over his plans for
the evening, and she on the verge of crying about the predicament she was in.
Frank had eaten about half of his steak when he paused and said, “go to the restroom and take off
your hose. Be a good girl and bring them to me. Go quickly or I will want you to take them off right
here at the table.” The tone of his voice was enough to let Shalini know he was serious. His
information was enough that if that is what it would take, she would have no choice but to obey.
She got up and walked all the way back to the restroom, took off her hose and returned. She felt
like she was being visually ****d as she went, and even more so as she returned carrying her hose
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Blackmailing Shalini [2/15] CHAPTER TWO Shalini could never remember a Monday morning when
she had been so glad a weekend was over and to be driving to work. The weekend was a nightmare
that she was glad was over. She engrossed herself in her work and managed to keep from thinking
about her ordeal. She actually held her breath as the mail was sorted, and was relieved that no
package came for her. She kept watch over the entrance to the library expecting to see the man
who was blackmailing her walk in at any time. By the end of the day she had not seen him and felt
better than she had since she started receiving those packages in the mail. She went home, ate, and
read until it was time to go to bed. Tuesday found Shalini’s spirits even higher. The assistant branch
manager even commented on her good mood. Again Shalini watched the patrons come and go, but
that man did not appear. Like Monday, there was nothing in the mailed for her, and she felt more
than just relief. Her spirits rose and she was back to her normal self again. Shalini was helping out at
the “return” desk just after noon on Wednesday. She looked across and saw him checking out some
books
across at the other counter. Although their eyes made brief contact, there was not even a flicker of
recognition that she saw in his. It was if he did not have a clue as to who she was. He left without as
much as a second glance in her direction. As soon as he left, she walked over to the check out desk.
She looked at the records and learned that his name was Frank Benson. Shalini pulled up his records
on the central computer. He was a psychologist, and a professor at City University. It had his work
and home addresses and phone numbers. There was nothing else, but at least she knew more than
she did before. Thursday went as uneventful as had the other days, and by the end of the work day,
Shalini was feeling elated. She was convinced that he had his fun with his little game and was out of
her life. She literally breezed through the day. She actually hummed to herself as she drove home.
All week, Shalini had dreaded the arrival of the mail. Not one single package had come for her. This
with the absence of recognition in Dr. Benson’s eyes when they had exchanged glances, and no
contact from him strengthened Shalini’s belief that she had paid her debt and the nightmare that
was last weekend was over. She was in a particularly good mood as she pulled into her drive way.
She took the two small sacks of groceries she had picked up on the way home and walked to her
front door. Then she saw it, an envelope taped to her door. On the front, in big red letters was the
word “slut.” She looked around to see if anyone was watching, then she quickly pulled the note off
her door. She went inside as tears began to drip down her cheeks. After sitting the grocery sacks
down, she opened the note. It read, “I want your cunt at my house tonight at 10:30.” She laid the
note on the kitchen table, and went through the motions of putting away the groceries. By the time
she had finished, her cheeks were wet with tears. She poured herself a glass of wine and collapsed
on her couch, her wine in one hand and the note in the other. Her high spirits were crushed, it was
not over after all. She finished her glass of wine and poured another. She read the note over again,
and felt even worse. It was just 7:30, when she had gotten home, and her plans to spend the
evening reading and relaxing now were a thing of the past. Shalini sat
on her couch and watched the time slowly tick away. She decided that now that she knew who he
was, she would go as the note said, but she would confront this Dr. Frank Benson. It was going to
end tonight, this horrible thing was over. That thought made her feel better, and her self confidence
grew as she waited. It was 10:30 when she pulled into his driveway, and walked to his door still
wearing the clothes she had worn all day. She rang the door bell. “Come in slut,” Frank said as he
opened the door. “No, I can say what I need to say right here,” she replied shocked that he was
nude except for a black leather g-string covering his male genitalia. “I know who you are, Dr. Frank
Benson. This is over, I will tell the administrators at City University all about you, and I will tell them
that you are blackmailing me. You are through tormenting me as of right now.” “Yes, you could do
that slut, but you will need proof that I am blackmailing you, otherwise it is just your word against
mine. Wait here for a second,” he said as he walked back into his den. He returned and handed
Shalini a large envelope saying, “here, you will need this,” handing her the envelope. “What is this?”
she asked. “It is the proof you will need to give my Dean when you turn me in as a blackmailer.” She
fingered the packed envelope, “what is in it?” “All the proof you will need. It contains the same
information that I will mail to the Library Board and to your newspaper on the way to the Dean’s
office.” Frank smiled and as he shut the door with Shalini still standing on his porch he said, “you
win, you are free.” Shalini stood on his porch, holding the envelope he had handed her. He had said
she won, but she did not feel like she had. She went back to her car and started it. She just sat there
with the car running, thinking. Frank stood just inside his closed front door, smiling to himself and
waiting. He wondered just how long he would have to wait. Somehow Shalini did not feel like she
had won. She looked at the
envelope he had handed her realizing that he still had the two stamped envelopes, one to her
newspaper and one to the library board. No, she did not feel like a winner at all. She moved her
trembling hand to the keys of her car and turned the engine off. Shalini was again crying. Frank
grinned as he heard her car engine stop. He opened the door when he heard the bell, and said
simply, “come in slut.” Shalini walked inside and asked, “when is this going to end, Dr. Benson?” “I
did not tell you that you could call me by my name,” he said in an irritated tone of voice. “You are to
refer to me only as ‘sir’ until I tell you otherwise.” Shalini looked down and said, “when is this going
to end..........sir?” “When I want it to slut!” he snapped. Then added “strip down to your panties and
bra for me slut.” Shalini paused for a moment, she had no choice. She knew that he was still in
control and that her protests would fall on deaf ears. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off
laying it on the back of the chair near where she was standing. She reached behind and unzipped
her skirt, stepped out of it and laid it next to her blouse. Next came her slip over the top of her
head, and it was placed with her skirt and blouse. She the removed her pantyhose, and stood there
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Blackmailing Shalini [3] CHAPTER THREE Shalini woke up and went to her kitchen and made coffee.
She ate her usual bowl of cereal, and read the newspaper drinking her coffee. She read her book
review and was pleased with the job she had done. She showered and gave no thought to her 2:00
date until she was washing her hair and felt the necklace. Her spirits immediately sank to a new
low. She remembered how her body had betrayed her last night and redoubled her determination
to never let that happen again. She spent all morning reading a new book and working on her next
column for her
newspaper. It was just after noon before she realized that she was expected to be at Dr. Benson`s
house at 2:00. It had been in the back of her mind, but her work had kept it hidden from her
thoughts. Now as the time approached, she could no longer suppress the thoughts of having to be
with him. She sat down and put her makeup on, and she put her hair in a ponytail. She hated
looking in the mirror for it seemed like the word “slut” on her necklace was all she could see in her
reflection. She went to her closet to pick out the clothes she would wear to Dr. Benson`s. She chose
a pair of loose fitting tan walking shorts, a sleeveless turtle neck knit blouse that would hide the
horrid necklace, and a pair of white sandals. She wore her usual cotton panties and a comfortable
bra. It was 1:45 when she was fully dressed. She started to pour herself a glass of wine, but did not.
She wanted to be fully in control of herself and her body this afternoon. Shalini figured that she
would be at his house for just an hour or so, and she was ready. She drove to his house, parked in
the driveway, and rang his door bell at 2:00. Frank opened the door, and said “Enter slut.” He shut
and locked his door as she walked inside. He turned to her and said, “strip.” Frank smiled inwardly
as he watched her immediately start removing her clothing without protest or even a moments
hesitation. She folded her things and placed them on the back of the chair near her aware that he
was watching her, but there was nothing she could do or say about it. Soon she was standing across
the room from him totally nude. “Is your cunt clean?” he asked. “Yes,” was her answer as she
shuddered slightly. She hated that question because it was as if he thought she was dirty some how.
Pointing to a place between his spread knees, he said, “stand here and let me check to be sure.”
Shalini walked across the room and stood in front of him with her legs spread.
Frank laughed out loud when she spread her legs without having to be told to do it, and said, “for a
slut, you are a fast learner. But, turn around, then bend over and touch your toes and stay like that
until I tell you to straighten back up. Keep your legs spread nice and wide while you do that.” Shalini
paused for a moment wanting to protest, but turned, spread her legs and bent over touching her
toes. She felt his hands on her buttocks, spreading them apart. She instinctively clenched her
buttocks closed. She felt a sharp pain as he slapped her on her rear as hard as he could from his
seated position. “Ouch!” she exclaimed as she stood upright and turned around. “Did I tell you to
stand up slut?” he snapped. “No, but that hurt, you hit me!” she replied. “Yes, I did because you
tried to close your butt and hide your ass hole, slut. It belongs to me, and you have no right to try to
hide it. Now get back in the position I told you to be in or get the fuck out of here and accept the
consequences slut.” Shalini glared a him for a full minute, then she turned back around, bent over
and touched her spread toes. Again she felt his hands separating her buttocks, but she did not resist
this time. Then she felt his finger violating her vagina. “Slut, you are dry. A slut, my slut, should
never be dry when I want a fuck,” he said in a very stern voice. She just kept in her humiliating
position, saying nothing. “Go lay back on my bed, you already know the position I want you in. Slut,
I will be in there in 15 minutes and if your cunt is not sloppy wet when I get there, I am going to butt
fuck your ass hole. Do you understand me, slut?” Without waiting for an answer, he added, “do it
now!” Shalini almost ran to his bed room. She was crushed at the prospect of having anal
intercourse with any man much less this one. Years ago, she had tried it a few times and found it to
be both degrading and painful. She laid on her back on his bed, she realized that she now was
having to do the one thing she had resolved last night to not ever do. She was having to get herself
aroused, but it was to save her the pain of anal intercourse. She worked furiously with her hands on
vaginal area, on her clitoris, and into the entrance opening. She worked until the juices flowed
liberally
and she was not only wet but aroused. She was still working on herself when Frank walked into the
bedroom. He was nude except for his socks. She stopped as soon as she realized he was watching
her. “Spread your cunt lips open so I can see if it is wet,” he told her as he got between her spread
legs. Shalini did not hear or at least did not understand what Frank had said, either because of her
embarrassment of having him see her masturbating or the fact that she was concentrating so hard
on what she was doing to herself. She responded with, “huh?” “Slut,” he said in an angry tone of
voice, “I have warned you about making me repeat myself. Roll over on to your stomach, you are
going to get a good butt fucking now.” “No, please,” Shalini pleaded, “please, I just did not hear
you.” “Slut are going to make me repeat myself still again? Or do you want to get up, go home, and
read about your escapades in the newspaper?” Shalini slowly rolled over on to her stomach crying
so hard that she was shaking. She felt him separate her legs and get on the bed. She buried her
head in the pillow and continued to sob silently in to it. Frank looked at her body shaking with her
sobbing and almost changed his mind, yet he knew this was something he liked and that she
needed to accept it. He covered her anus with KY jelly and very gently started inserting his finger.
He spent a long time with just one finger stretching her anal muscles and telling her to try to relax.
Then he used two fingers, then three as gently as he could, but all the time stretching and preparing
her for his penis. He coated his penis with the KY jelly and pushed the head of it against her anus. “It
will hurt a little at first, just relax, relax,” he told her over and over. He pushed harder, then felt the
head enter and heard a loud gasp muffled in the pillow. He pushed slowly until the full length was in
to her bowels. He just held it there to allow the initial pain to subside. Then he slowly fucked her for
nearly 30 minutes until he felt his cum shooting deep inside her. The crying from the pillow had
stopped, but he knew she was not enjoying this. “She will learn,” he thought, as he pumped the last
of his cum into her. Frank pulled his spent penis from Shalini rectum and smiled at the stretched,
gaping hole that was her tight rear just a little while ago. He said, “slut, my cum is in your ass hole,
you are mine now.”
She did not move and kept her face buried in the pillow. She still felt the pain from the torn muscles
in her rear and her stretched rectum. But most of all she felt the humiliation from having had her
rear used by him and having been unable to prevent it. “Get yourself out of the bed and clean you
butt hole. Get dressed, you will wear what I have laid out for you on the vanity in the guest
bathroom.” He slapped her hard on her buttocks and added, “be quick about it slut before I decide
to fuck your ass hole again.” Shalini jumped out of bed after hearing his threat to do even more
damage to her rear. She went into the bathroom and used tissue to clean her sore rear. She saw a
trace of blood on the tissues from the tearing she had felt. Her anus was indeed sore as she gingerly
cleaned herself. She looked around for the clothing that Frank said was laid out for her to put on.
The only thing she saw was a box sitting on the vanity. She opened to box to see four padded white
leather cuffs. Each cuff had four rings equally spaced around it. As she placed a cuff on each ankle
and each wrist, a shudder of fear ran through her entire body. Frank had dressed in a pair of jogging
shorts. He sat in the den wondering if Shalini would return from the bathroom wearing the cuffs, or
if she would first put up a protest. He waited for her return in a state of high anticipation. When he
saw Shalini walk into the den, he was unable to hide his delight at her having put the cuffs on with
out protesting. “You have pleased me slut,” he told her. “I found your ass hole to be also pleasing
for me.” Shalini said nothing but just stood in front of him trying to keep from trembling. “Are you
wet?” he asked. “You mean my vagina,” she questioned. “Sluts don’t have vaginas, only nice girls
do. Sluts have cunts that are to be used. I want to know if your cunt is wet.” She looked down at the
floor and answered, “yes.” “Good, be sure it stays wet for me.”
Frank got up and walked over to her. He reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a
photograph. He handed it to her and said, “see how your makeup looks in this photograph?” Shalini
looked at it. It was one from a magazine layout she had done about 10 years ago. She was totally
nude and posed in as obscene a position as the editors thought they could get away with. She was
embarrassed to just even look at it, and said nothing in response to his question. Her make up was
so exaggerated that she barely recognized her own face. It was a part of her life she thought she
had put behind her, one that she hated. “Do you see your makeup slut?” he asked interrupting her
thoughts. “Yes,” she answered so meekly it was almost a whisper. “I am going to let you go home in
a few minutes, and when you come back that is how I want you to look. However,” he added, “I
want much darker eye make up, more of it so you look more like the slut you are. Do you
understand me?” “Yes,” Shalini answered. “Why don’t you park your car in you garage slut?” he
asked. “don’t you have a garage door opener?” “Yes, I have a garage door opener, I just don’t park
in there,” was her reply. “Well, from now on, you will unless you want your neighbor’s to suspect
something. Also, I want you to return with a spare key to your house to give me.” “A key to my
house? You have gone to far, I will not do that. It is my house, you can not have a key to it,” she
said. “Oh? Have I? Then you may leave now. I have no use for you, and you full well know what I am
going to do with all the information I have, don’t you?” “Wait, okay, but why do you want a key to
my house? There is nothing of much value there you would want.” “I want a key to your house
because as my slut, you are entitled to no privacy, not even in your own home. I may feel the need
to use you at times that are convenient to me and not want to wait for you to come here. I may just
drop in unannounced for a quick fuck, and I want that option whenever the mood strikes me.,” he
told her. “Are you going to bring me the key as I asked, or do I go
to the mail box with my envelopes?” She said nothing, but nodded her head in a sign of
acquiescence. “Take off the cuffs, and put your shorts and blouse back on, but not your bra and
panties,” he said as he got up and went into his kitchen. When he returned with a glass of scotch
and water, she was dressed. He said, ”lift your skirt.” “That is good slut, no panties, just like the slut
you really are. Now take off your shoes, I did not tell you to put them on. You will go barefooted.
You had better use your garage, and when you return, you will pull into mine,” he said as he handed
her his spare garage door opener. He motioned to the couch, “sit down.” Frank sat next to her and
said, “give me your left hand.” He took her extended hand and laid it on his knee. He held up a
small tube, and asked, “do you know what this is?” Shalini looked at the tube he was holding and
replied, “yes it is a tube of Super Glue.” She watched as he placed a tiny drop on the inside of her
little finger on her left hand. “close your fingers together,” he instructed. She did and felt a light
tingle between her little finger and the adjoining finger. “Super Glue does very nicely on skin. It is a
good tight bond. If you can get your fingers apart by the time you return without tearing the skin, I
will fuck your cunt. If they are still glued together or if you have torn your skin getting them apart, I
am going to fuck your sore ass hole. Is that clear?” Shalini nodded that it was as she tried
unsuccessfully to separate her two fingers. Frank looked at his watch, and said, “be back here in one
and a half hours with your face painted up like the slut you are. Now go before I decide to fuck you
in the ass right now.” Without saying a word, Shalini walked barefooted to her car and drove the
block to her house. She parked in her driveway as usual and went inside. She did not stop
until she had poured herself a large glass of wine. She glanced at her watch and noted she had an
hour and 15 minutes before she had to return to Dr. Benson’s house. She tried to separate her
fingers, but even the tiny spot of glue he had placed there was enough to keep them solidly stuck to
each other. She took a bowl of warm water and her second glass of wine to her dressing table and
started applying her makeup as he had told her to do. She worked with one hand, keeping her left
hand in the warm water as she worked. She occasionally tried to separate her fingers, returning to
the job of applying her exaggerated makeup after each unsuccessful try. At last her makeup was
complete. She felt more like a clown than a librarian, but her fingers were still glued as tight as ever.
She tried alcohol, fingernail polish remover, and anything else she could find. Nothing seemed to be
able to dissolve the Super Glue. She even tried using a knife to cut the glue. As last she got her
fingers apart, but felt a sharp pain as they came apart. The small spot where the skin had actually
been torn from her finger filled as blood oozed into the tiny wound. She held a cloth over the place
until the blood stopped, then carefully covered it with makeup to hide it. Shalini poured herself
another large glass of wine and sat down on her couch. In one hand she held the glass of wine, the
other held her spare house key. She sat, drank and cried over the happenings that had turned her
entire life into such a complete nightmare. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sipped her glass
of wine. She looked at her watch, it was nearly 4:30, the time she had to return to Dr. Benson’s
house for more torment. She looked in the mirror and was glad she had used water proof makeup.
Barefooted and with no underwear, she drove back to Frank’s house. Shalini operated the remote
control and pulled into Frank’s garage. She noticed that it was partitioned and that he had
apparently made a room of some kind out of the other half of it. She checked her little finger and
hoped he would not notice the tiny red spot of blood stained makeup where the Super Glue had
torn her skin slightly. She rang the door bell. “Come in slut,” he said as he opened the door. “Your
makeup looks good and slutty, strip.” She undressed and laid her clothes on the back of the chair.
Things had gone too far for her to protest this humiliation any more. “Hand me the key to you
house, so I can use my slut whenever I wish to. Hand it to me with your left hand.”
As she held her hand out, he grabbed her wrist, and examined her little finger. He said, “so, you got
your fingers unglued, but tore the skin didn’t you slut?” He took the key from her hand and laid it
down on his coffee table. “Go get on my bed, face down, I am going to butt fuck you again.” “Please
don’t, I am too sore. I will do anything you want if you will not do that to me,” Shalini pleaded as
tears welled up in her eyes. “Anything?” he asked. “Yes, anything you want,” she pleaded. Laughing
he said, “slut, you will do anything I want anyway because you need to protect you job, your
reputation, and your social standing. That is not an offer I am interested in. Go lay down, I am going
to fuck your sore ass hole. Now go before I get mad.” Shalini went to his bedroom, she knew that
she simply had no other alternative than to obey him. She laid down and buried her face in the
pillow. Her tears wetted the pillow as she waited. She stiffened as she felt him sit on the bed. She
felt his hands spreading her buttocks as he move into position between her legs. Frank looked at
her swollen and red rectum, and felt some pity for her, but he knew this was a necessary part of his
overall plan. “If you concentrate on relaxing your slutty ass hole, it will not hurt as much,” he said as
he started applying KY jelly to her rear. He saw her jump and heard a low moan when he touched
her, but continued to slowly penetrate and stretch the muscles in her anus for his penis. Then he
positioned the head of he penis on the center of her anus, and in one hard push, drove it all the way
in to her bowels. He felt her rectum stiffen, then relax as he drove into her. He fucked her hard and
fast, until he had shot his load into her deepest recesses. Then he pulled out and told her not to
move until he returned. Shalini was still crying with her head buried in the pillow when he came
back a few minutes later. The throbbing in her rear was lessening, but her spirits were lower than
ever. Being used like this without mercy or feeling made her feel terrible. When Frank returned he
was wearing a pair of jogging shorts and nothing else.
He started at her lovely body and was surprised that he felt a twitch of life in he penis so soon after
having shot his load in her rear. He got on the bed and sat on top of her upturned buttocks. “let me
see your left hand again,” he told her. Shalini moved her left hand behind her for him to examine.
She felt him separating her fingers, then when he said he wanted to see her right hand for
comparison, she moved her other hand to behind her back. She felt him examining that hand also.
Then she felt him holding both hands, then something cold, then a click and a tightening of
something around her wrists. “Those are police quality handcuffs slut, they will not give. You can
struggle if you wish, but it will do no good.” he said. She pulled against them for only a few
moments, before she realized that he was right. Struggle would be futile. She relaxed with her face
still buried in the tear stained pillow. She could not help but wonder what she would have to
endure next at the hands of this man that she hated so much. “Roll over on you back,” he told her.
It was difficult to do with her hands cuffed behind her, but she managed to do it. She shifted until
her hands were as comfortable as possible in the small of her back, and watched as he sat to top of
her hips. “I am sure you will agree that the Super Glue glues skin very tightly. I am also sure that it
hurt when you finally managed to pull your fingers apart.” He paused a moment, then continued
“fingers tend to be less sensitive than other parts of the body, and yours had natural body oils on
them.” She watched as he took a bottle of alcohol and dampened a large cotton ball. “Just think
how much better the glue would stick if I had cleaned your fingers with this first, and just think if
they had not been smooth, and had been much more sensitive,” he told her as he smiled a wicked
little grin. He leaned over her body as if he was going to kiss her, but instead pulled the ends of a
wide leather strap from under the mattress. Shalini had thought he wanted to kiss and had
instinctively closed her eyes. She felt the leather strap across her neck, then felt it tighten. It
happened so fast that she did not have time to react. She could barely swallow, and could not lift
her head even a fraction of an inch.
“What? she exclaimed. “Now, just you relax. I am not going to hurt you. I just did not want you
trying to avoid the inevitable my dear slut.” He took the alcohol and put more on the cotton ball. He
started wiping down her right nipple rubbing very hard. Shalini tried to move, but was held in place
with the strap across her heck and his weight as he sat on top of her hips. She said nothing partly
because she knew it would do no good and partly out of fear. He worked on her right nipple until it
was raw form the scrubbing, then did the same thing to her left nipple. He held for her to see two
small pieces of shiny metal, each about 1/2 inch long and cone shaped. They were open at the wide
end and had a bright shiny ring attached to the pointed end. He put more alcohol in these cones
and cleaned them as thoroughly as he had her nipples. He laid them on her stomach. “Remember
this?” he asked as he held up the tube of Super Glue. She watched in fear as he placed a large drop
right on the tip of each of her nipples saying, “this will sting a little.” Shalini tried to move, to resist
as she felt the glue stinging her raw nipples, but she could not get away. Her eyes were wide in fear
as she saw him place one of the tiny cones over each nipple. “There, we will just give it a few
minutes for the glue to harden, then I will let you get up and go clean your ass hole,” he said. The
stinging went away about the time Frank got up and released the Velcro across Shalini’s neck. He
told her to stand up, and when she did, he removed the hand cuffs. “Go clean your ass slut, then
come to the den. Be quick, I will be waiting on you,” he said as he walked out of the bed room. As
soon as Shalini walked in the bathroom she went up to the mirror. She examined the things that he
had attached to her nipples with the Super Glue. She tugged on each one only to find they were
very securely and firmly glued to her nipples. She cleaned her bottom and went into the den. “Why
did you glue those things on me?” she asked as soon as she got to the den. “Because I wanted to
slut, and do you have any objections?” She started to say something, but instead just shook her
head “no.” “I can assure you that the rings are well secure to your soft nubby nipple flesh. If you
pull them off you will cause yourself more pain than you could ever
possibly imagine. You will actually pull part of you nipples off and they might never grow back to
look normal. You would not want that would you?” She again shook her head “no,” but said
nothing. “In a few days, the skin of your nipples will grow and the glue will loosen its hold. I would
guess that you should be able to get the them off your nipples in four or five days. If you are careful
and gentle, there will be no damage at all. Come over here and let me see how well they are
attached.” She walked to where he was seated. He reached up and examined each one pulling her
breast out from her body as he did. “They are really well attached slut, they would pull your whole
fucking nipple out by its roots if you are not careful. It would mutilate what otherwise are nice tits,
do you understand that?” “Yes,” was her only reply. She watched as he took a small chain from his
pocket. It was about 24” long and had a ring at each end. She stood motionless as he used tiny locks
to attach each end of the chain to one of the rings on her nipples. “Follow me,” he told her. She
followed her into his guest bathroom. There he took a chain that was looped around a faucet and
locked in place, he locked the other end to the short chain running between her nipples. “If you are
not here when I return, you are free, truly free from me. I will destroy the material I have collected
on you and never bother you again. This I promise” He walked to the bathroom door, and said, “I
have to run some errands, I will be back in an hour or so. Here is your chance to be free of me
forever, all you have to do is get loose.” With that he closed the door. Shalini waited until she heard
him drive off, the she examined the chains and locks. While they were small, she could tell they
were very strong and would not break. She pulled at first one nipple then the other, but there was
no sign they would come off. She tried over and over until her nipples were sore and she could try
no longer. Then she sat on the closed toilet, helpless and totally hopeless. She cried as she waited
for his return.
Blackmailing Shalini[4] CHAPTER FOUR At last Shalini heard Frank’s car drive up and the door slam.
She heard the front door open. Then she heard someone at the door to the bathroom.
Frank walked in wearing tan slacks, a knit shirt, and top sides with no socks. He said, “when I did not
see a trail of blood leading from my house, I knew you had decided to stay. It is better you did
because you would have probably bled to death before you could get to a hospital anyway. Your
nipples would be badly torn and have bled a hell of a lot.” He explained as he unfastened the lock
holding the chain to the faucet. Using the end of the chain he held as a leash he said, “come on, it is
time for you to fix us something to eat.” He led her to the kitchen where bags of groceries were
sitting on the counter. He locked his end of the chain to a post at the end of the counter holding up
the cabinets, and said, “I hope you are a good cook slut. If you are not, that sore ass of yours is
going to get fucked again.” He then left her alone in the kitchen saying, “put up the groceries and
cook the steak for me. You can fix yourself a salad.” Shalini looked around the kitchen noting it was
very much like her own. She had no choice but to do as he wanted. She put away the groceries, and
started the meal. The steak was broiled and the salad ready in just over thirty minutes. She waited
for him to return, but when he didn’t, she called, “Dr. Benson, the meal is ready.” He walked into
the kitchen and snapped, “did I tell you to call me anything but ‘sir’?” She shook her head “no.” He
picked up a large wooden spoon and hit her right on the soft part of her lower stomach. “Aw!” she
exclaimed. “If you ever do that again, I will beat you badly, do you hear me?” “Yes,” she answered
meekly.
“Put you hands behind your back slut,” he barked in a tone so angry that it startled her. Shalini,
fearing he would hit her again, put her hands behind her back as fast as she could. He stepped
behind her and placed the handcuffs he had used earlier on her wrists. “You will eat tonight like a
slut bitch dog,” he snapped. He placed her salad bowl on the table and waited for her to sit. Then
he took his place across from her and started his meal. Seeing that she was just sitting and not
eating, he said, “I will shove any scrap of that salad in front of you left uneaten up your ass with a
broom handle. Eat it slut, or suffer the consequences.” Shalini immediately started bending over
and eating her salad like a dog would eat dog food. She ate as quickly as she could just to get it over
with, but did not leave a single scrap much to Frank’s amusement. It was after 8:00 when the had
finished. Frank took the hand cuffs off Shalini’s wrists and told her that she had no more than 30
minutes to wash dishes unless she wanted more ass fucking. She hurried through the clean up and
had just finished when Frank came back in the kitchen. He unlocked the chain and led her to the
den. After sitting on the couch, he asked, “is your cunt wet and ready for me to use?” “Yes,” she
answered not knowing if it really was or not. “Come over here and let me see, do it bending over
like you did last time.” She stood in front of him, turned, then bent over and touched her spread
feet. She felt his finger touch her swollen anus and let out a tiny whimper of pain. The she felt his
fingers violating her vagina. “It is not wet enough to suit me slut,” he proclaimed. “But your ass is so
stretched it would not give me pleasure.
Turn back around, get on your slut knees and suck me off.” When she turned back she was he had
already pulled down his shorts. She knelt in front, between his legs and took his penis in her mouth
and started giving him the oral sex he had demanded. She had been at it for over 10 minutes when
he pushed her head off his penis and said, “stand up slut.” “What is my name slut?” “Sir,” she
answered. “What is that?” he asked pointing to her vagina. “My cunt,” was her reply. “Who owns
your cunt?” “You do.” “What is your name slut?” “Slut,” she answered looking down at the floor.
“Very good slut, very good indeed. You are learning, and that pleases me,” he said laughing. “Now
how do I like for my slut’s cunt to be?” “Wet,” she replied still looking at the floor. “It is good that
you are a fast learner. There is much more for you to learn.” Taking hold of the chain attached to
her nipples, he said “follow me.” He led her through the door into his garage and past her car. They
went to the door in the part of the two car garage where he had his shop and went inside. He
turned on the lights and said, “look around.”
At one end was a work bench covered in tools and electrical parts. Alone the wall above the bench
were cabinets. The sheet rock had been removed from the ceiling and there were ropes and pulley
hanging from all the rafters. Near the other end was a strange looking table about 8 feet long and 3
feet wide. The floor had several eye bolts embedded into the concrete floor. There were cabinets
all along one side of the room. “Tomorrow, you will learn what all of this is for, but not just yet. I
just wanted you to get an idea of what you can expect. Do you know what all of this is for?” Shalini
shuddered, and said that she did not, but the truth was that she suspected it was for the continued
mistreatment of her. He led her back out of his workshop and into the house noticing that she was
trembling. In the den, he told her to wait and he would be right back. He disappeared back through
the garage door. When he returned he was carrying what appeared to be three pieces of chrome
plated metal, each about 3 feet long. She watched as he sat them on the floor. Two of the pieces
were attached in the middle and formed a large “X” on the floor when he opened it up. He
tightened the mechanism, and took the third piece and placed it into a cylinder about 12” long that
was just slightly larger in diameter. The upright piece was about 1 1/2 inches in diameter and ended
in a round ball like blunt point. He had an adjustment on the center and lowered it to just over two
feet. “Stand with one foot here and the other here,” he said pointing to places on opposite sides of
the upright piece.
She hesitated for a moment, then stood where he indicated, with the upright directly beneath her
bottom. He bent over and started to raise the upright. Just before it touched the entrance to her
vagina, he stopped. “This will not hurt, I just want you to relax. I am going to put it into your cunt,
but if you feel pain, let me know. Will you do that?” Shalini felt it was strange for this man to ask
her if she would do something rather than telling her she had to. It made her feel more secure, and
she said “yes, I will.” He bent back over and gently eased the blunt end into her vagina. She felt the
cold metal against her hot insides and it felt good to her. Her raised it higher, ever so slowly. He was
waiting for her to let him know it was deep enough inside her body to just press against her cervix.
This he knew would cause a sharp pain. He continued until he saw her jerk and heard a low moan.
He lowered it nearly two inches so she was in no discomfort, and the tightened the adjustment
screw to hold it in place at that level. he stood back to admire his latest “invention.” “Are you in
pain?” he asked in what truly seemed like a caring tone of voice. “No, not if I stand still,” she
answered. He took a seat so he could look at her and said, “if you can get off that rod sticking in
your cunt, you can go home right now. If you can’t get off, I am going to ram this up you sore ass
hole,” showing her a large butt plug. It was shaped somewhat like a Christmas tree with a flat base
as large around as the wide part of the “tree.” The “trunk” of the tree was about an inch in
diameter and a little over an inch long. “this is bigger around than my cock, so you can imagine that
it will hurt like hell until it is inside
your butt far enough for you ass to close over the small part and hold it inside you. Now you have
15 minutes to get off of it and go home, otherwise it is the butt plug up your ass.” He sat and
watched amused as she first tried to push the rod down. He had tightened the screw and knew it
would not slip. Next she tried standing as high as she could on her tip toes, but she could not get
high enough to get it out of her. She tried leaning forward, tilting the base up on two of its four legs,
but she was stopped when the tilting caused the end to raise just high enough to touch her cervix
and cause a sharp pain. He watched her struggle, then said, “you have less than two minutes slut.”
To his disappointment, she tilted it far enough just to the point of lightly touching her cervix, then
took a chance he had not anticipated. She hopped far enough that it came out and she was off of it.
“Do I get to go home like you promised?” she asked innocently. Frank hid his disappointment and
said, “yes, you will learn that you can always trust me, and you can count on me to do exactly what I
tell you I will do. Slut you will learn to trust me fully and without exception. Yes, you may go home,
but you must return tomorrow afternoon at 1:00, it that understood?” “Yes,” she replied. He
walked over to her and unlocked the long chain attached to the short one that ran from nipple to
nipple. “You will keep the other chain on unless you can figure a way to get it off when you get
home. Now leave but leave just like you are, naked. Be here tomorrow and be naked then also
slut.” Having said that he got up and went to his kitchen, and mixed himself a stiff drink.
When he heard the door to the garage close he went to his desk noting her clothes were still on the
back of the chair where she had put them when she arrived. He sat at his desk, took out his journal
and started making notes. The night had not gone as planned, but it had worked out perhaps better
in the long run he noted. He worked quickly because he knew he had work to do in his workshop,
work on the device that had failed him, his “display stand.” Shalini drove home nude except for the
necklace and the short chain running from one nipple to the other. She was glad it was dark and
drove more carefully than she had ever before driven. She was so relieved when her automatic
garage door closed behind her car, that she just sat and trembled for several minutes before going
into her house. Inside, she almost ran to her bathroom to put on her bathrobe. She closed it all the
way up to her neck and tied the belt tightly. She wanted to cover up the chain between her nipples
and the “slut” necklace. Some how, she reasoned, if she could not see what he had done to her
body, she could just forget what was happening to her. She went back to her kitchen and poured
herself a large tumbler of wine. She took the bottle and sat it on her coffee table, and she collapsed
on the couch in a near fit of depression. Her thoughts were only about how she could get herself
out of the trap she was now in, but it had to be done so that her reputation would not be ruined.
Soon she was finishing her second large glass of wine. Her hand toyed with the small cone that was
attached to her left nipple with super glue and the chain that run from it to the right nipple. She
pulled and tugged on it to loosen it until her nipple was sore. There was no sign of it loosening, not
even a tiny bit. Shalini toyed with it for a long time. Then she felt strangely aroused by the constant
fiddling she was doing with her nipple. This made her feel even worse, and she poured herself a
third tumbler of wine. She went to the full length mirror in her bedroom, and slipped the bathrobe
off her shoulders. She stood there looking at the necklace and the chain between her nipples. Still
naked, she returned to the couch and her glass of wine. She laid back on the couch and thought and
drank. Her hand moved to between her legs and she felt the soft wetness of her vagina. She
inserted her finger and located her clitoris. There she stayed and just teased it for a while. It made
her feel better and took her mind off the terrible mess her life had turned into. Now, she was
drinking directly form the wine bottle, the nearly empty wine bottle. Her right hand was busy
between her legs, and her left hand alternated between tugging on the chain and drinking the last
of the wine. She worked more furiously on her clitoris and was getting very aroused. Her finger
touched her swollen and sore anus, the went back to her clitoris. In a drunken stupor, she worked
until she had three hard orgasms, the fell to sleep still naked on the couch. Shalini awoke in her
dark house. She turned on a light and saw it was 2:30 am. She went to her bathroom, took a shower
and put on her pajamas. In bed, she quickly went back to sleep. The end of what had been a long
and confusing day for her. Shalini thought she heard a noise. She opened her eyes and looked at her
alarm clock, it was 6:30
am. She did not move, but stayed real still just listening for whatever had awoken her. She heard
another noise, and sat up in bed. Then she heard it again, someone was in her house. “Slut,” she
heard Frank’s voice saying, “I am drinking a glass of milk from your refrigerator. When I am finished
with the milk, I am going to fuck you. If your cunt is wet, I will fuck it. If it is not, I am going to fuck
your sore ass hole. You have just a couple of minutes before I finish the milk, then I will be there in
your bedroom to fuck my slut.” Frank had always enjoyed his early morning walks, and this was
going to make them even more enjoyable. Like most men, he frequently awoke with an erection,
and now he had a way to resolve his need. He had just let himself in her house and taken off his
shorts and underwear. He wondered if she was now working her han