Valerie received no more notes that day, nor the next, nor the day after that. She grew calmer, wanting to believe that whoever had done such a thing that amused him or herself all he needed and now, the whole sordid thing would be over.
She felt she could relax.
She did, however try to be a little bit more circumspect about Blair. She refused now, to fuck in the middle of the day and insisted that they both arrange to stay late, or that he sneak over to her place late at night and then steal away before dawn.
She was a little bit more reserved in her lovemaking these days too; she was very shocked to find out just how low she could sink and it scared her more than a little. When Burt called her a haughty bitch, he was not too far from wrong. Valerie had been poor, very poor and she was never able to forget that. As if to deny her squalid past, she cultivated the air of a cold, icy bitch. She knew that she was a real beauty and she wanted to use that beauty for some purpose, to some ends higher than simply pleasure for its own sake. She was used to men who could do things for her, buy her gifts, or find her jobs. Although she thought Blair was handsome, sexy and a great fuck, she never would have let him touch her if he hadn't been her boss.
She was a woman who wanted men to bow and cater to her, to put her on a pedestal and be prepared to worship. The afternoon at Bloomingdale's was the first time she had truly let anyone dominate her and she had made Blair pay for it in other ways.
He was as good as his word. He had managed to get her a raise and there was talk of a promotion. He had bought her, in addition to the lovely lingerie, two beautiful new dresses, an expensive bottle of perfume and an antique ivory bracelet that looked beautiful against her thin, tanned wrist.
She wouldn't let him control her sexually either. He noticed the change and it only made him hotter. He loved her for it, for making him sweat and suffer and beg, because he knew that one day he would dominate her totally and on that day, his revenge would be sweet indeed. So, for the meantime, he put up with with her bad temper and her haughty ways and he indulged her whims, letting her decide when and how they would have sex.
One sizzling July night, they both stayed late at the office and enjoyed a heated fuck in the icy cool of his air-conditioned office. Afterwards, he gave her money for the taxi back to her apartment, but for some odd reason, she decided to walk.
Once outside, she was glad of her decision. The night was smoldering with a strange burning sensuality that only New York on a summer night can have. The stars were out and Valerie walked unhurriedly along the deserted streets, listening to the click! click! of her high-heels on the empty pavement.
Traffic was light and she didn't see very many cars out that night, so when one stopped, she noticed it right away. There was a very tall, lean, blond man in the car, with wispy hair and steely eyes that glinted even in the distance.
He waited for her to reach the car and when she was parallel to it on the sidewalk, he stuck his head out. There was a cowboy hat on it. He said nothing, but she could feel that he was undressing her with his eyes. Oddly enough, she felt no fear, only curiosity.
She looked at him, too, her eyes as blank as water, but said nothing. Then she continued on her way. After she had walked for another three or four, blocks, the car started again, slowly driving past her by a few blocks and then waiting.
She thought him very arrogant, this cowboy, but sure enough, she found her body stopping again in front of the car, not saying anything, just looking.
They stared at one another like two cats across an open field, not saying anything, just watching and waiting. She drew a little closer this time, but at the last minute, she changed her mind and hurried along the dark street.
The little charade continued. He waited a few minutes, then drove on ahead slowly and parked a few blocks ahead of her, waiting for her to catch up to him. The ritual of courtship it seemed, was slow.
This time, interest and curiosity aroused, Valerie walked right up to the open window of the car. The man was leaning on one long, sinewy arm, gazing up at her beautiful face in the light from the street lamp.
"Get in," he said curtly. Valerie stood there dumbly, not saying anything. "Get in," he repeated and this time, she watched, as if outside of herself, how her arm reached over and pulled the handle. The door swung open and she climbed into the car.
He drove quietly and at an even, steady, pace, as if not wanting to disturb the peace of the streets around them. Valerie thought she must be mad, getting into a car with a total stranger in the middle of the night in New York City and yet she felt no terror, rib fear. She waited calm and docile, for this man, this beautiful stranger with the glinting cold eyes, to decide what he was going to do with her next.
As he drove along, one hand slid from the steering wheel and moved slowly, without urgency, towards her leg. She didn't move, not even when his hard, long fingers made contact with her thigh.
Pushing the fabric of the thin, polished cotton dress she wore away, his hand began to slowly and artfully caress the soft, buttery skin of her inner thigh.
A sudden intake of breath revealed her passion, but still, she said nothing. His hand had her hypnotized, tracing smaller and smaller circles around the surface of her leg, getting closer and closer to the spreading moisture that was emanating from her cunt.
She leaned her head back on the vinyl seat, feeling her neck stick to the hot surface. Closing her eyes, she surrendered herself to the feelings that, rose and broke, like shuddering waves on the shore of her body.
He stopped the car. Valerie opened her eyes, not recognizing where she was for a moment or two. She got the sense of water and saw the long piers that extended out into the swirling oily waters of the Hudson River.
Fear suddenly overwhelmed her and her teeth began to chatter from the uncontrollable shaking of her body. He was going to kill her, she knew it. He would split her skull, or slit her long, brown throat and dump her mutilated carcass in the river. It would be days before they found her…
"Get out of the car," he said, breaking into her thoughts. She obeyed and he took her arm and led her across the deserted street. They stopped in front of a huge truck. He fiddled with the lock for some minutes, using some tools that she didn't recognize. It gave and he shoved her inside with such force that she fell to her feet.
He closed the door behind him and Valerie tried to adjust her eyes to the pitch black around her. He was quicker to adapt, though and before she knew what was happening, he had come suddenly behind her and pinned her arms behind her back.
Startled, she tried to break loose, but he was strong and gripped her with hands like a cruel vise. Close to her ear, he hissed, "Just keep your mouth shut, bitch and everything will hurt a little, but Christ, you know you wanted it, or you never would have gotten into the car with me!"
His voice was dripping with contempt, "You are my slave for tonight, get it? Slave, baby, slave and I am the master. Now open up those sweet lips and say it." Valerie heard her own voice, sound strange and disembodied, "Master," she repeated hoarsely, "Master."
"That's good, very good," he crooned and flipped on a flashlight. "Now slave-bitch, strip for me!"
Looking at his icy eyes and lips that seemed to snarl, Valerie trembled; whether it was fear, or anticipation, she wasn't sure. She reached around and unzipped her dress slowly and then turned her back to him. Wiggling her ass, she shook her golden form out of the pale cotton dress, so that she stood before him in her bra and slip. Back still towards him, she unhooked the back and pulled it from her.
Turning around, she kept one hand over each nipple, so that although the milky white globes were revealed, the nipples remained hidden, the secret jewels dancing before thee man's rapt gaze.
Slowly drawing her hands away from her body, she showed him her nipples. His eyes seemed to bum right through her flesh and she felt her nipples growing rigid just by his looking at them.
Her slip was next, sliding off her body with ease and grace, leaving only a pair of frilly white panties, another gift from Blair.
Slipping her hand down below the elastic, she began to finger her own hot clit, first to please him and then in earnest. Closing her eyes, she let her writhing body get carried away by the tempo set by her quickening hand, as it slid in and out of her moist crack.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp blow across her mouth, that sent her flying to the floor. Too stunned to fight back, she sat there, blood spurting from her split lip, gazing at him in horrified wonder.
"Bitch, cunt, slut," he raged "who told you that you could touch yourself? I am the master, I give the orders. You are nothing but my slave! How dare you try to pleasure yourself! I will teach you to be obedient!!"
Stripping off the thick leather belt, he brought it down with a resounding crash on her shoulders. She yelped with pain and tried to scramble away, but the truck was not all that large inside and offered her nowhere to hide. The first blow, she discovered, was only the beginning. Over and over again, the thick belt rained down heavy blows on her back and shoulders.
Huge welts rose up on her skin almost instantly and the gold and white of her body became pierced with traces of her ruby blood, gleaming in the light.
She had yelled and screamed the first few times, but the door of the truck was very thick and the street empty anyway, so it was useless. Then, it seemed that it drained her strength too much to cry out and could only crawl or roll along the floor, sniveling like an animal.
Suddenly, the blows stopped and Valerie was about to cry out in sheer relief, but she felt a strong hand across her broken lips.
"I'm sick of your whining, slave!" he said and twisted the fine, French cotton dress into a gag for her mouth. She struggled, but vainly and she was soon gagged, the only sounds she could emit were the little muted cries of a baby kitten, or a lamb.
Her eyes opened wide with horror when she saw him approach her with a ball of thick, scratchy rope. She bolted in terror, but there was nowhere to escape to and she got a furious smack across the ear that left her head ringing, long after the blow was over.
Taking the thick, cruel rope, he expertly bound her flailing arms tightly behind her back. The position strained her neck, back and shoulders and her whole upper body was twisted into a mass of unending pain.
Dragging her by her still unbound feet across the rough surface of the floor, he pulled her over to where a long thick rod was suspended across the width of the the truck.
Yanking her up, he pulled her bound hands, stiff from lack of blood, up above her head and tightly bound them to the pole. It was placed fairly up, so that her whole body was forced into a tense and unnatural position. Her toes barely grazed the floor, her back was arched and her tits jutted out, looking warm and inviting.
It was then and only then, that he himself undressed. She could see the lean, yet muscular torso and the sparse blond hair that covered his chest and legs and arms and other parts of his body. His big dick was already stiff as he stepped out of his skin tight jeans and it stood out in front of him, like an angry red banner of lust.
Putting the belt down, he came towards her and slowly began to caress her body. Despite the beating she had received she still began to get aroused as his hands slid over her hips and flat stomach.
His mouth moved towards her jutting tits and catching a stiff nipple between his teeth, he started to chew. Valerie was amazed that her body could still feel pleasure, for she was bruised and aching and her odd position helped to intensify the pain she was feeling.
Yet, to her great surprise, her nipples tingled from his lips and her pussy grew damp in anticipation.
Rubbing a hand between her moist slit, he chuckled, more to himself than to her. "So, you dig it when it hurts, don't you? Yeah, yeah, you all do. Screaming and hollering, but creaming all the same!" and then he laughed out loud.
As he fondled her slippery cunt, his hands reached again for the belt. She started shaking her head from side to side, frantically, as if that might save her.
It didn't. Growing impatient, he grabbed his shirt and formed a blind fold from it, which he fastened over her eyes. "Stop struggling!" he commanded, "Your eyes say no, but your pussy knows what it wants!"
Now, Valerie could not see what evil tortures he was planning for her. She tossed and writhed, but it only brought new, shooting pains to her already tortured back and arms.
She didn't hear him for a moment and she grew terrified that he might just decide to leave her. Then, she felt the cruel but by now familiar crack of the belt as it descended upon her nearly naked, defenseless form.
She was still wearing the panties she had had on earlier, but a smart crack of the belt turned them into a bloody, tattered mass of lace that slipped to the floor. He continued to beat, the strokes now long, hard, measured, slow, turning her white buttocks into a network of the heartless attack. She felt the stiff organ as it the cheeks of her ass. He finally tossed it to the floor and hurled himself onto her savagely, using his hands to strike and beat her now.
He pulled on her nipples and bit her flesh hard enough to draw forth her salty red blood. His nails scratched and scraped against the smooth flesh, leaving their own brand of vicious tracks to mark their progress.
Valerie wished only that she could be numb, or unconscious and therefore impervious to hot red. The belt occasionally danced between occasionally brushed against her leg and was aware of the strange heat that seemed to emanate. As if he had read her thoughts, he now said, "OK, bitch, so you want it now, do you? You want a stiff dick somewhere, in one of those juicy holes, do you?" Valerie could only nod weakly, a truly pitiful gesture. He burst out into a long, low, laugh.
Again, he was silent and then she felt him loosen the ties that had kept her so cruelly suspended from the pole. He did however, leave her hands tied together.
Her arms felt numb and she longed to try and move them, but she dared not. Instead, she stood dumbly waiting for his next instructions.
"Good slave!" he cooed, "See, you're learning now!" Tears of strange, sweet relief welled up in her bound eyes, but it was short lived.
He threw her to the floor with such brutal force that she thought he might have broken her shoulder. Intense, searing pain shot through her whole left side and she crawled around painfully for a moment or two.
Then, she felt him kick her. Either he had never removed them, or he had put them back on, but in any case, the sharp, pointed toes of his cowboy boots were digging fierce little holes into her soft middle and juicy buttocks.
She could only grunt her pain, doubled over and rolling about on the dirty floor. Blood, sweat, tears and sawdust all mingled there in the filthy ground, she was covered with an ugly film. She felt her legs being pulled open suddenly and his steel shaft penetrated her in one furious, single thrust. She burned with the pain, but to her great shock, even after this seemingly unendurable pain and humiliation, the feel of that rigid pole buried deep within her snatch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her aching body.
He was pumping away with all his might, not caring that he was hurting or tearing her delicate flesh. She rolled and writhed with him, trying to get his rhythm, which she soon did.
Valerie didn't want him to know about the increasing pleasure, the odd delight that she was experiencing from this brutal assault. Her insides turned to wax, to molten lava, as he thrust over and over again into her ravaged pit.
She was sure he didn't realize it, but his pubic bone was grinding away at her clit, almost as if it was trying to mash it to a pulp. The combination of pleasure and pain was unbelievable. She could no longer tell where one sensation left off and the other began.
His arms, long powerful, reached around her body, holding her so tightly that with her bound mouth, she could barely breath. Was it the lack of air that was making her feel so dizzy, or the strange, choking passion that she felt? She neither knew, nor cared, she only wished that this might never, never end.
He was pumping harder and harder, as his fingers found their way to her asshole. By, this time, her pussy was so wet that it had leaked down, dribbling down to her ass crack. He slipped a forceful finger in and began to explore. Soon, another finger was added and another. Three digits worked their way in and out of that tiny hole, as the fat swollen prick was pounding in and out of her cunt.
They rolled together, no longer man and woman, but two crazed, lust-filled beasts locked in some primal act of mating. Time melted away, leaving only a sodden puddle in Valerie's brain. This was all she knew of time, this endless beating, endless throbbing, the alternating shocks of pain and pleasure and it was all that she needed to know.
His hand took rhythm from his cock and the two drove deeper and deeper into the bound, gagged creature, almost meeting in her center.
His own lust was intense, boiling. It came coursing through his veins and seemed to burn away everything in its path, so that his whole being was directed towards this, the steaming rush of fluid that would come racing from his aching loins. It was there in an instant, a great, shooting flood, hot and sticky that drenched her already drenched cunt. Her orgasm, unknown to him until that very second, followed his by the merest fraction of a second; as she felt boiling stuff leap forth from him, her own, aching tremors began and she writhed silently, tears streaming from her eyes and soaking the blindfold that covered them.
Rolling off of her, he drifted into sleep for a little while. Valerie too dazed to really sleep, remained motionless, as one in a stupor.
With a start, she realized that he was untying her. Her hands first, then her eyes and finally her mouth. She just looked at him, eyes wide and unblinking.
"Good, good slave! That was very good for a first lesson! Very, very good! You learned quickly!" he said, gathering her naked, torn flesh into his embrace, rubbing her hair as he spoke.
She noticed that he was covered with dirt and sweat and traces of her blood. "Oh Master! You're all dirty! Let me cleanse you Master! Let me clean away all of this nasty, nasty dirt!" she said and began to lick him.
He stretched out on the floor, delighting in the feeling of her tongue as it covered every inch of his flesh. She licked down between his toes, taking each one in her mouth, sucking it lovingly. Her lips traveled up the length of his body, tongue darting everywhere.
She licked his cock and balls, stuck her pert little tongue into his belly-button even drove her tongue into his asshole and licked it for a long long time.
Dawn was just beginning to break as rather pale, from the silent cavernous truck. He got in the car and waited for her to get in along side of him. She did.
"I'll take you home now."
Valerie gave him her address and they rode in silence, as they watched the sun begin to streak the sky with pink. As he pulled up to the curb in front of her building, her scribbled something on a piece of paper.
"This is my number. Call me if you want to. Just say 'slave' on the phone and I'll know who it is…" he said, pressing the small bit of paper into her hand.
She didn't look at it and she was silent for a few minutes. Then, looking deeply into that glance that was like a winter sea, she said simply, "Good-bye."
"Good-bye," he answered, "I'll be hearing from you."
Without another word, she let herself out of the car and went upstairs to her apartment. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was about six.
Quickly, she stripped off her clothing and went to the mirror. The sight she beheld made her go to the bathroom and puke. A bruised, bleeding woman, her face pale and her eyes black with shadows stared back at her from the polished glass surface.
She turned and got into a steaming shower that eased her aching body and seemed to soothe her troubled mind. Washing her flesh tenderly, she began to relax a little.
She had breakfast sitting in the small kitchen of her West Side apartment, liking the taste, of the whole wheat toast, butter and honey.
At nine-thirty, after an unhurried look at the paper, she called the office, to say that she was sick and didn't think she would be in for a few days. Blair called her right away and asked her if she needed anything. She said no, but a big basket of fresh fruit arrived later on in the day.
Valerie still had not looked at the piece of paper that he had given her. It was folded into a tiny square which she had put in the top drawer of her dresser. Even though she had buried it beneath a pile of slips and panties, it burned a hole in her memory as if it were a glowing coal that she had sat on.
She got into bed and pulled the covers up around her. She was exhausted and needed to sleep. Just before she drifted off, she had a sudden, chilling realization. It had been gnawing at her all morning, but now she was able to articulate it clearly and that articulation, although it occurred in the most private recesses of her brain still scared her: she knew that she had thrown up that morning not because she had been so revolted by what she had seen, but because it had turned her on.
She didn't want to admit to a thought like that. But it was true.
It turned her on.