Three Weeks a Slave

She waited till Bob had entered the bathroom before timidly knocking on the door. "Can I join you?"

The door opened slightly, and she found herself looking at Bob's wet head, the shower still running. "Huh?"

She stood up straight, forcing a smile and fighting the urge to cover herself. "I said, can I join you in the bath?"

Bob eyed her, devouring her naked breasts, a sight she had tried for so long to deny him. Her breasts seemed to respond too, rising to attention. She could feel her nipples hardening, something she was sure Bob noticed. "Why?"

Fortunately she had prepared for this question. "Women have needs too," she said, trying to sound sultry. The door opened, and she slipped the torn towel off her waist before entering. It was the second time she had been naked before Bob, but the first time she had been face down on the floor. She shivered involuntarily; he was already erect.

"Today, yes you may touch," she said as she guided Bob's hands to her breasts, Bob looking dumbfounded as she took the lead. His touch was surprisingly gentle. "Come, let us shower together." She gave him a passionate kiss as she stroked his cock. "Please don't tell Alex." She guided him within her, trying not to cry, and hoping the shower would disguise her tears if she did.

---

As it turned out, she was just in time. The very next day she overheard Alex and Bob discussing the police, and two days later, Alex handed her clothes back. Although annoyed that her efforts seemed to have been unnecessary, hope surged within her - her ordeal would soon be over.

To her horror, Bob objected as she eagerly put her clothes on. "You said we would not fuck her in case she rebels. We should fuck her now that we don't need her anymore."

Alex laughed scathingly at that. "Haven't you been fucking her already these past couple of days? She smiles at you more, you look at each other differently, you even take baths together." Jane flushed red; she was once again reminded that Alex was perceptive. At least he hadn't discerned her real motive.

"Yeah, but she fucked me, not vice versa."

And this is the person I trusted to save my life, gulped Jane. She was angrier at her poor judgment of Bob's character than the fact that she hadn't needed to seduce Bob.

"Please don't rape me," she said urgently. "I've done everything you asked me to for over two weeks. Is that not enough?"

"Enough?" said Bob. "We haven't even whipped her tits. That's another thing we should do now that we don't need her anymore."

"But I haven't done anything to deserve that," Jane protested.

"What do you mean you didn't? For starters - " began Bob, but Alex cut him off. "Tell me Jane: why did you fuck Bob but not me? No Bob, I want to hear her reasons from her own mouth."

Jane swallowed. "Because ..." what should she say? It was a question without good answers. "Because women have needs to," she said finally.

Alex gave her a hard stare. "That doesn't answer the question. Plus, you didn't have condoms, do you? Are you expecting me to believe you're incapable of masturbating and would rather risk pregnancy or disease? Tsk. You're lying." Her frantic look said everything, and Alex laughed grimly. "What did we say we would do the next time you lied?"

A rhetorical question, surely, yet from the way Alex looked at her, he was clearly expecting an answer. "You said ..." she whimpered, her mind in turmoil. The cumulative stress, shame and frustration of the past three weeks brought her to the verge of tears, and she fought to keep control. Why do I keep making things worse? Still, she did not want to test what the punishment for ignoring questions would be. Why did she lie again? "You said you'd strip me naked and whip my tits," she whispered finally.

"Right. Do we need to strip you naked or will you cooperate?"

"I ... I'll do it," Jane sobbed softly as she pulled her shirt over her head. As she unclasped her bra, the tears started flowing in earnest. It was the first time she had worn it in weeks, and she had only managed to keep it on for less than five minutes. As she pushed her trousers and panties down, she made no attempt to cover herself. What would be the point?

"Hands behind your head and thrust your tits out," commanded Alex. "You are to maintain that position until your punishment is over. If you fail, we'll double the number of strokes. After every stroke, you are to say 'I must not tell lies'. Understand?"

She nodded numbly as she complied. "Mercy," she breathed.

"Don't tell lies then. Take it away, Bob."

Bob had an evil look in his eyes as he raised his arm. Although she tried to brace for it, she still cried out when the first stroke ripped across her chest. "I must not tell lies," she whimpered. The next stroke struck the underside of her right breast, making it bounce. "I must not tell lies." The third stroke staggered her slightly, but she hurried to thrust her breasts out again before Alex doubled her punishment. "I must not tell lies." The whip cracked across a nipple, eliciting a fresh cry of agony. "I must not tell lies." She could barely see through the veil of her tears, but with her hands behind her head, she could not wipe them away. "I must not tell lies." Bob was hitting harder and harder, and her breasts shook wildly with every blow, adding to the discomfort. This is why women wear bras, she thought madly. "I must not tell lies." She lost count of the strokes afterwards, her words becoming increasingly strained. "I must not tell lies."

At last it was over. She slumped to the ground, nursing her tortured globes. They were red and sore, and she winced when touching them. "I'm sorry for putting you through this," she mumbled, before realizing she was apologizing to inanimate objects. Ugh, her mind was foggy.

Alex towered over her. "That is a lesson your mother should have taught you, but never did," he said solemnly. "Now: why did you fuck Bob and not me?"

What else could she say? She had no time to come up with a convincing lie, if one even existed, and if she told a poor lie she risked being whipped again. Instead she told the truth, that she feared they would kill her and hoped Bob would protect her. "Please don't hurt me," she finished.

"What! Using me as a tool! We should give her another thrashing for that," raged Bob, brandishing the whip. "Are you disappointed you are not irresistibly sexy?" chuckled Alex. "To think it was all because this woman thought I would break my promise. Haha."

"Jane," he continued. "Tell me true, you know the consequences if you lie. You fucked Bob on the hope that he would protect you. Since I'm letting you live, do you think it's fair to fuck me too?"

If you're going to rape me, just rape me and be done with it, she screamed inwardly, yet she held her tongue. Alex had warned her to answer the question that is asked, not the question she thought was being asked. Fuck, she thought. I'm so tired, I thought I was going to be free ...

"Yes," she said at last. "But it was a mistake to fuck Bob in the first place. I should not have done it. Fucking you now might be fair, but it would compound my error."

Alex stared at her for a long minute. "You might be stupid," he said finally, "but you learn." He tossed her clothes at her. "Put them on. We're leaving."

---

Bob had remonstrated with Alex, but Alex had stood firm. "We said we wouldn't fuck her as long as she cooperates, and she has. Plus, there's no way to tell if she has any diseases. I would get tested later if I were you." Bob was not satisfied. "We could use protection," he grumbled, "or ask her, and shoot her if she lies." Alex shook his head. "Protection isn't foolproof, and there's no way to tell if she lied until it's too late. Fucking her now also leaves a DNA trail. It's a risk we don't need to take when the payoff is a few minutes of pleasure. There are plenty of prostitutes around. Should she tell the ants, though, then we'll pay her a visit. We can fuck her then."

Jane's breasts were too sore for her bra, and Bob scooped it up. "Souvenir," he said simply. Afterwards they tied her hands behind her and applied a blindfold. She was led out of the house and into what she presumed was the van. A long drive later, they dumped her next to a tree. "Remember, we know your address, and we have our way of knowing if you tell the ants," said Alex. "Goodbye, Jane."

I'm frightfully sorry about my suggestion, Jane Two whispered once they were alone. I made you - "Don't worry about it," Jane interrupted, wanting to put the morning behind her. "I am alive, everything will pass." By rubbing her head on the ground, she dislodged the blindfold; by rubbing her arms against the tree, she sheared through the cloth binding her hands. Free at last, she found herself in a meadow next to a deserted road. Kyle, she thought with giddy merriment, I lived for you and the kids. She could feel joyful tears forming; her ordeal was finally over.

She scooped up the handbag they had left beside her and dug for her phone. It was nearly dusk, and the first stars were in the sky. She almost called Kyle before deciding to orient herself first in case the battery was low. Fortunately, she did not have to walk far before seeing a road sign. She recognized the town the sign pointed to - it was a long way away from home, but if the roads were clear, she'd be with Kyle in a couple of hours. Turning the phone on, she realized with a start that the battery was full - Alex had thought to charge it before returning it to her. He was, she realized, a complex person.

Fingers trembling, she dialed Kyle. His "Hello?" was the sweetest word she'd ever heard. "Darling, I miss you so much!" she gushed. "I've got so much to tell you; I've been to hell and back." She paused, thinking about what she'd done the past several weeks. "First, though, we owe our maid a pay raise."