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CHAPTER FOUR

Valerie stayed in her bed for three days, refusing all phone calls and visitors. She told Blair that she had the flu and simply didn't want to see anyone. She also said that she had called a doctor, so that he needn't worry about her health.

Valerie stayed in bed and dreamed. Several times she almost called the man she had met the other night. Her hand would pick up the phone, but she realized each time that she hadn't even been able to throw the piece of paper away, but neither had she been able to open it.

She could only lie in bad and fantasize about him, his enormous dick as it cut deep into her, or his rough, brutal hands and cruel, biting belt.

On the fourth day, Valerie returned to work. Everyone seemed glad to see her and despite her desire to keep things cool around the office, Blair pulled her in to his office and tried to fuck her once quickly on the desk.

She refused, not because she didn't want to, but because her body was still red and sore from the beating she had taken. She told him that she had really been quite sick and the doctor had advised her to refrain from sex for a while.

Blair was grumpy, but he complied with her wishes. Valerie was just as glad. Her recent experience was very unsettling and she still had not fully internalized it yet. She moved as if through water, often she was unaware of what happening around her.

Then, the notes started again. She found one under the blotter of her desk one day when she returned from lunch. She found another slipped into her pocketbook. A third one was on her desk, innocent and bland, as she came in one morning. That one was more specific: "OK, bitch. You've been warned. Now I want you to meet me tonight, after work at six o'clock exactly. Go into the staircase that is in the lobby. BE THERE."

Had this happened a week or two ago, Valerie would have been terrified. Now, for some reason she could not explain, she was very, very curious. She wanted to know what this was all about and she had every intention of going to meet this person.

The rest, of the afternoon passed without incident. She was sweet and loving to Blair and even sucked his cock underneath his desk until he came, great hot gushes of ejaculation, all over naked, dancing fits. He was so relieved, that he didn't even notice that she was all bruised; Valerie had taken good care to turn out the lights and draw the blinds.

She spent the afternoon engaged in effortless, pleasant tasks and when Blair had to leave at five-thirty, she sweetly and fondly told him good-night.

"Aren't you coming?" he asked.

"No, dear."

"But, Val, I miss you!"

"Oh, you're an angel, but you know tonight I really can't… well, I can't fuck you tonight, Blair. I'm just not feeling too well."

"But can't I buy you dinner somewhere nice?"

"Oh, darling, I'd love to but I'm really not very hungry at all."

"Some nice French restaurant maybe?"

"Not tonight, really Blair."

Finally, he had to give in and let her have her way. He left, more than a little concerned and planned to call her later on that evening. She said she had some work to do and remained at her desk, busy and seemingly calm, but all the while, her mind was racing ahead to her six o'clock meeting with her mystery correspondent.

As the clock neared six, she went to the ladies room to freshen up. Spraying a whiff of perfume behind her ears, she inhaled the intoxicating smell. She brushed her hair until it gleamed and painted her lips a deep shade of coral. She really didn't know why she was doing all of this but the fact was that it was making her excited, as if she had been a kid in high-school and this was some really hot date. She had to laugh at the thought.

At six, she rode down in the elevator and stepped off in the now rather empty lobby. Making sure that no one was following her, she slipped unnoticed into the stairwell, her heart beating wildly. She had to take several deep gulps of air to catch her breath.

Then, she saw him. Deep down, she guessed she had always known. Burt stood there, tall and menacing, smiling down at her.

"You knew it was me, didn't you, Valerie?"

"Yes."

"And you came anyway?"

"Why?"

"Curious, I guess."

"Curious!! Don't make me laugh! You were scared! Fucking scared!"

"Yes, I guess I was…"

"Scared because I know about you and Eldridge. Well, baby, he might have the money, but I'm gonna show you that I've got the balls!"

Valerie just shivered. She didn't know what was happening to her. Why was she listening to this lunatic, anyway? Why wasn't she screaming at him, slapping his sassy face, calling the police, or calling Blair? Instead, she listened, feeling her body tingle with anticipation and just stood there.

When he propelled her down the steps, towards the cellar, she let herself be led, without protest. He pushed her along the darkened wall, into a strange musty room.

It smelled bad and Valerie imagined that she heard the scuttle of rats. It was lit by a single naked bulb. She shivered.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Show you what a real man is, bitch!" and he put down the heavy valise he had been carrying with a thud and looked at her for a long moment.

Valerie was shivering so much that she could not control herself, even though the room was even more stifling than the hot, summer night.

Her teeth chattered and her body felt convulsed by chills. He grabbed her roughly, by the shoulders. "I've seen how he treats you, buying you stuff, taking your shit! Well, baby, I won't!" he said, throwing her violently against the wall.

Her head hit against it with a smack and she remained there, motionless. He crossed the room in a few quick strides. "I'm gonna show how a real man does it!" and he slapped her face, so that for the second time in two weeks, Valerie tasted her own salty blood trickling down her throat.

Burt marched over to his valise and pulled out a strange, black leather contraption. She realized with a start that it was a mask, or a hood of some kind.

Burt slipped it over his head. It was made of black leather and had small holes for his eyes, nostrils and mouth. The top was pointed and it gave his whole face an eerie, menacing look.

Then, he donned a tight leather vest, that was studded all the way up the front. He reached into his bag again and came up with a pair of shackles. They were made of some heavy metal and each one had a long chain attached to it. Each chain then had a small metal loop.

Walking over to Valerie, he said, "Now it's your turn, bitch!" and before she could protest, he grabbed both of her arms. Slipping each delicate wrist into a shackle, he bound the poor girl to a heavy pipe that crossed the room somewhere up above, near the ceiling.

He spread her arms wide, so that she would be in pain as she hung there. He was not finished with her yet, though. There were other things that he had intended for her.

He took out a thick, metal collar, studded all around and put it around her quivering throat. He made it very tight, so that breathing was difficult. He felt the long, thick silvery chain dangling, so that he could pull on it when he needed to punish her a little more.

He yanked her legs very far apart and shackled each one a pair of spiggets that protruded from the floor.

Valerie didn't know which hurt more, her splayed legs, or her arms, but both left her body very uncomfortable. Then, he took out her mask, which was also leather, but she noticed with a shiver that it had no holes for her eyes, only very small slits for her nostrils and one that was slightly larger for her mouth. He forced it on over her head, zipping it securely. Now she couldn't see nor hear. Breathing was difficult and her breath came in short, harsh gasps. She could only guess what he was going to do next.

She soon had an opportunity to find out. A strange device, fitted with some kind of ball in the center was strapped tightly to her face. The ball was shoved down her throat, so she couldn't utter a sound more articulate than a muffled groan. The ball was hard and large and stretched her mouth out in a very painful way. She twisted a bit as it was fastened, but a stinging slap across her ass soon quieted her.

Burt was enjoying himself immensely. He knew about girls like her, how they acted so snotty and stuck up. All they needed was to be shown how to behave and they would soon learn. He was just the one to do the teaching, too!

She was now really scared. The ball made it very hard to breath and the tight leather mask afforded her very little space for air. What if she were to die of her treatment? Her body quivered anxiously.

Meanwhile, Burt had returned to his valise and selected a long, freshly oiled whip that made a sharp cracking sound when he snapped his wrist. With one hand on his dick, he approached the trembling woman.

Raising his arm to get the most force, he brought it down sharply on her still clothed, quaking body. The whip whizzed through the air and coming down on her, tore the thin silk blouse into tatters. He yanked it off, leaving it in a ruined heap on the floor. Another stunning blow of the whip tore her bra in half and now her quaking body was revealed to him in all its naked glory.

He brought the whip down over and over again on her naked flesh, leaving searing welts all over its smooth surface. His aim was sure and steady and he managed to catch her again and again across the nipples, so that they appeared to swell and grow before his excited eyes.

Valerie writhed in the pain, thinking that she had never known how much of it she was capable of experiencing. Again and again, his deadly tool scorched her writhing form, showing no pity and no mercy.

He moved around behind her and let the brutal, leather snake in his hand caress her back, covering it with the same red welts that adorned her front. He paused only to slip his hand in the waistband of her skirt and tear hard. Her panties were shredded with the whip, leaving her wiggling ass bare.

She was spread so that her asscrack was revealed to him and he delighted in letting the whip occasionally touch upon its delicate, puckered skin. Soon, it was glowing red, shimmering and tempting in the murky half light of the dank cellar room.

Denied the outlet of shrieking, Valerie could only twist and turn her body, but soon she realized that it afforded her no relief. There was no way to escape from the cruel, searing blows and her strength faded and ebbed.

She ceased writhing and, submitted to the hot, almost numbing pain. Burt sensed his victory and put the whip down for a moment. He was sweating profusely and his cock had grown hard just watching her beautiful form dancing under the spell of his whip. Now, he turned again to the valise and selected a new instrument of torture.

He held, up another whip, but instead of coming to a finely pointed end as did the last one, this particular one had a little tassle at the end of it. The tassle was made of fine leather fringe and at the end of each bit of fringe, dangled a small but cruel metal star. These stars were tiny, but they had sharply pointed edges and could inflict a great deal of pain.

Moving towards Valerie silently, he once again took the time to appreciate her naked body, heaving and shuddering as it hung there. Then, he raised, his arm.

The new weapon left an interesting little tear in her flesh. It looked like a star itself, or some kind of brilliant red flower. As he whipped her, her whole body became covered with the glowing red flowers, that popped up everywhere.

She writhed again, under the new form of torment, which was far, far worse than the first one. The sharp metal spikes, rough and hard, tore into her delicate flesh and she could feel the blood welling up and oozing from the wounds. She twisted her body vainly, trying to hide from the rain of blows that fell upon her defenseless form, but all of her twisting and turning only excited Burt's passion more and caused him to whip her still harder. Her body became a streaming mass of bright, red blood.

Valerie thought she might faint, the pain was so unbelievable. Her whole body ached from her bondage and from her vain thrashings against the cruel shackles. Whipped and bleeding, she felt on fire.

She began to notice a strange sensation, though. The intense pain began to turn into something almost like pleasure. She couldn't quite believe it, but the searing ache, the throbbing, all began to melt and cause her body to burn with a liquid fire.

She still moved, but almost in time to his whippings, as if they were engaged in some strange, primitive dance.

Burt stripped off his cotton slacks, exchanging them for some skin tight leather pants that needed zippers in the calves to get into them. The crotch was cut out and left his throbbing dick exposed. He only wished Valerie could see him in his regalia, which was completed by hard leather boots. He was sure, though, that even blinded, she could still get a good sense of his presence.

He was getting hot himself and needed some relief for his aching organ. Dropping his whip to the floor, he approached her from behind. He unbound Valerie's feet, so that only her arms remained suspended in their cruel bondage.

She was dizzy with the thought that she might be set free, but her sense of relief was short-lived. Burt grabbed an old, rickety table and shoved it under her. Her arms were pulled cruelly upwards by the shackles and she was on her knees, on the table. The position forced her tits to leap out at him and when he spread her legs apart, he could see the red, swollen asshole winking up at him.

He inserted a harsh, rigid finger into her painfully sensitive ass, but Valerie didn't even flinch. She was learning slowly what pleased him and she knew that any signs of disobedience would be severely punished. He fingered her ass brutally, roaming around the tight hole. He noticed, that despite his rough handling, her ass seemed to be responding to his hand. It opened slightly and seemed to draw him in deeper and deeper. 'Oh,' he thought, 'so she likes it in the asshole, does she the little bitch! Look at her opening up! Well, I'll give her something in her asshole, if she wants it!' he laughed to himself.

Returning once again to his bag of tricks on the floor, he drew from it a long, vicious dildo, that was covered with nasty spikes, each about one quarter of an inch in length. He walked back over to her and rubbed a little of the blood from the wounds on her ass into her quivering little hole.

It grew wetter and wetter under his touch. His finger slipped in again and probed gently. Valerie was really hot now and she rubbed her bruised torn body against his hand, loving the feel of the finger in her tight hole. Then, with a new, increased brutality, he shoved the wicked dildo straight up her spread ass. Valerie bolted as if she had been scalded with boiling oil and knocked the table out from under her. It fell to the floor with a bang.

Even through the thick leather mask, she could dimly make out his screams of rage. "Bitch!" he shouted, "How dare you move! Haven't you learned to obey me yet, you sniveling cunt! How many times does it take to teach you?" he screamed and began to kick her with his hard, metal tipped boots.

He kicked her shins and thighs, drawing closer to slap her face. Even though it was well covered by the mask, the power of his blows still made her head buzz and ears ring. He kept on kicking her too, adding what would become purple-black bruises to her already raw and bleeding flesh.

He calmed down a little and picked up the table from the floor. Once again, he pushed it under her and opened up her asshole. Picking up the immense dildo from the floor, he returned to his position behind her.

In one great thrust, he shoved it in. Valerie winced with the awful pain, but she barely moved, for she was terrified of the abuse it might bring. The thing was huge and the sharp, hard spikes that stuck out of it caused her anal canal to become torn and scratched.

Initially, the big, thick rod of plastic had caused a burning wave of pain to wash over her, but now, pain mingled with a bittersweet pleasure and Valerie felt her whole body getting hot and sticky. She was sure that her cunt was dripping now.

Burt was amazed to see her body move in what seemed to be pleasure. She strained her ass wide, trying to make a new home for the invading dildo. She wiggled and squirmed in a way that was distinctly erotic. He grew more and more aroused as he watched her. There she was, naked, bleeding and shamed by a guy she wouldn't even have lunch with and she was still getting hot! His cock swelled and ached and he began to rub it some more.

Gingerly, Burt felt the old table with his hands to test its strength. He had left the dildo up her ass and its bright pink end stuck out of her ass like a light bulb in the dark.

The table seemed as if it might support the two of them and he swung his booted feet off the floor and climbed on. Positioning himself underneath Valerie, his fingers found the opening of her cunt.

To his shock, she was dripping wet! The little whore likes it! There she is at the office, making Eldridge beg and whine for it, snubbing guys like me and still, you tie her up, beat her to a pulp and the horny little bitch digs it! thought Burt and he had to laugh aloud as he thought of it. What would the other guys in the office think, the ones who drooled and sighed when Valerie walked by, if they knew what he was doing to her? His laughter continued some minutes in the dark, smelly room.

Then, he attended to his own rigid pole.

Valerie was quite a sight, with the dildo still up her ass and her broken flesh. The idea that all of this pain turning her on turned him on too. He placed his cock near the slit of her wet pussy.

Even in this light, he could see how the blonde hair glistened and gleamed with love juice and how the lips were already pouting and open, waiting for someone who would come and satisfy them. Well, he was the man to do it!

Grabbing her buttocks with both hands, he shoved in his hot cock. God, it felt wonderful! She was really on fire and her cunt was slick and tight. Picking up a whip from the floor, he raised his arm.

As he pressed her body down on his rigid spear, the other hand gave her gentle, almost loving licks with the whip. It was all laced with the blood and sweat that covered her body and the slickness of her skin made it still easier to hit her.

He rammed into her as hard as he could, occasionally lifting his lips to her raw tits and taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked her fiercely as he continued to beat her. The blood dripped in tiny rivulets from her body onto his, leaving his black leather costume wet and sticky with her blood.

As his angry mouth chewed her nipples, he was sure that her heard her moan and sigh with pleasure.

Suddenly, he was filled with the desire to hear her voice, throatily and hoarse, whispering things to him as he beat her. Pulling himself up, he quickly unfastened the hard, plastic gag from her mouth.

For a moment, Valerie didn't say anything, she just moved her aching jaw up and down a few times to see if it still worked. He pressed his head to her ear and said very distinctly, "Tell me that you love it, slave-whore! Tell your master that you love it when he beats you! You love it when he fucks you and you love to feel his prick deep in your filthy cunt! Go on, tell him!"

Valerie tried to speak for a minute, but no sound came out of her mouth. Then her voice, weak and feeble returned to her. "I love it when you beat me, Master! I love to feel your dick inside of me! I love the pain, love it, love it, love it!" she whispered and drove her body down on his cock with renewed force.

Dropping the whip, he grabbed her with both hands. He used one to keep shoving her ass down on his throbbing member, while the other he used to push the dildo up her, harder and harder. He felt her shuddering and quivering and knew that her submission was complete. She no longer knew, or cared about the pain, or the humiliation. She was completely his now, locked in the magic spell he had cast over her.

Harder and harder he thrust, until he feared that the table might give and drop him to the floor. He still shoved the dildo in and out and he was sure that the tip of his prick could feel the hard plastic tip through the thin walls of her womb.

Leaving the dildo for a moment, his hands moved up to grasp the long, soft hair that streamed out from the leather mask. He pulled it hard, trying to draw her closer and closer.

He felt it tear and break in his hands, leaving its silvery blond threads all over tern, glistening like fire flies.

Valerie was throbbing with pleasure. All of the hurt had vanished, or been transformed into some incredible experience that was beyond pain, beyond pleasure. Her mind could not even attempt to define it and she was consumed by her fiery, aching cunt, that sought to draw the rigid pole deeper and deeper into her.

"Oh God, oh God oh God!" she whispered, feeling the powerful tingling in her cunt burst into flame. "I'm coming, Master, coming coming, coming COMING!" and she shuddered violently, her hoarse breathing pierced by her animal like yelps of pleasure.

Feeling the slick pussy contracting around him brought his orgasm out and Burt dug his nails into her ass as he shot his come deep into her womb, his mouth adding a new wound to her already battered body.

Limp and trembling, they remained entwined. The cock was still in Valerie's ass and Burt knew that it would be an error on his part to take it out now. Slowly, he disengaged himself from her and started peeling off the hot, leather garments.

"Aren't you going to release me, Master?" she asked softly. Burt whirled around and with his nearest whip, hit her smartly across the ass. Pressing close to her so that she could hear the full force of his angry invective, he shouted, "Bitch! That is for your master to decide! You have no will, no choice, only to submit! Now, to punish you for your snotty insolence, I will be forced to leave you here for a while!"

He removed the table and bound her feet once again to the cruel spiggets. Leaving the dildo up her painfully raw ass, he inserted another one into her cunt.

He put on the binding gag again and fastened in a pair of biting, cruel nipple clamps, that pierced and tore at her most sensitive parts.

Then, after he had cooled off and dressed, he left the room, careful to put a padlock on the door and pocket the key. He went outside into the hot, summer evening. Walking around the corner, he stopped into a coffee shop and ordered some dinner. The mere thought of Valerie, bound, gagged and stuffed both in her ass and cunt, made him hot all over again and he felt his dick rise as he began to eat dinner.

Glancing at his watch, he noted the time. He decided to walk over to Third Avenue and catch a movie. That would be a good two hours. He finished his meal, got up and paid and walked out the door. Slowly, he strolled along. 'I'm in no hurry,' he thought, 'no hurry at all.'

Blair was getting nervous. He had gone home from work and eaten dinner with his family. After the meal, when they where watching television in the living room, he slipped into his bedroom to give Valerie a call. Five, six, eight rings and no answer. Even if she had been sleeping, she would have woken up by now. The phone, he knew, was right next to her bed.

He called the office, but it was empty. He began to worry. Where could she be? What if something had happened to her? There was a nigh watchman in the building. If he couldn't get in touch with Val by nine, he would call.

Burt was enjoying himself very much. How often did he get to act out his fantasies with a hot chick like Valerie? He had played this game before, but only with prostitutes, who were less than passionate. And they rarely let him beat them as much as he liked. His cock grew rigid just thinking of her tied up in the cellar, completely at his mercy. The movie ended and he got up, anxious to get back to her.

Blair decided to call the night watchman at the office. He had tried a couple of Valerie's friends, but none of them had seen her that evening. He even called her mother, but there was no answer. He dialed mother, but there security guards in his building. The night watchman went on duty at eight, so he had not seen Miss Jones. There was a daytime doorman though and Mr. Eldridge could have that number if he wanted it. He did.

Burt hurried along the street, getting hotter by the second. He slipped into the building and told the guard that he needed to work late. The guard recognized him and offered no protest. He got into the elevator and pressed the button for the cellar.

Getting off, he hurried down the hall and with a trembling hand, opened the door. In his haste, he neglected to lock it again.

There she was, naked and tormented as he had left her, only now, the blood had dried on her body and had turned a deep wine color. He ripped off his clothes in a flash and seized his fat belt with its brutal, metal buckle.

Blair got out of the taxi in front of the office and hurried in. The doorman had seen Miss Jones slip into the staircase earlier that evening. No one had seen her emerge. Blair was anxious and rode up to the office. Finding it empty, he returned to the lobby and started talking to the night watchman.

"No, there's nobody upstairs. She's not there," he said.

"Well, maybe that other fellow had seen her."

"What other fellow?"

"Oh, the one that came before. You know, tall, dark, with curly hair."

"He was here before?" said Blair, growing suspicious, for he recognized Burt by the description.

"Yeah. Said he was working late. Only he got in the elevator and went down to the basement. Seems kind of odd when the office is the twentieth floor." Blair wasn't listening any more. He had jumped in the elevator and was on his way down.

Burt had taken Valerie down completely after hours of binding confinement. Instead, he had tied her to the table, thick ropes cutting into each limb. He was dressed in his leather outfit again and was showering her exposed body with blows from his belt. His other hand rubbed his cock and he was about to shoot his steaming load all over her face, which he had exposed just for that purpose.

"OK, slave-bitch, here it is! Your master is gonna come all over your face! Get ready for it!!"

At the moment, the door burst open and Blair rushed in, followed by the night watchman.

"Oh my God, Valerie!" he screamed and lunged towards the very surprised Burt. "I'll kill you, you bastard, I'll kill you if it's the last thing I ever do!!" shouted Blair and put his hands around Burt's neck. He started shaking him, as if he were trying to kill the man, but suddenly, he realized that he had left Valerie tied to the table.

Letting go of Burt, he hissed, "Get out of here, you sick, perverted bastard, before I get a knife and cut it off! You'll never get a job in this city, not when I'm through with you!"

Burt grabbed his things and hastened out of the room. Blair turned to Valerie. He almost threw up from what he saw. The woman was lying spread-eagle on the table, her whole body a mass of oozing cuts and sticky, dry blood. Her face was bruised and her lip had broken and was still oozing fresh blood. Her eyes looked glazed and bleary. He imagined that she was still in shock from the awful rape and beating she had undergone.

He gathered her in his arms and untied her fetters. Seeing the ripped and tattered clothing, he asked the guard to find him a blanket.

"Baby, baby, baby," he kept crooning over and over again, into her matted, snarled hair.

Driving home in the taxi, she slept, with her head on Blair's shoulder. She was weak and dizzy, content to let him take complete control of her. She was adamant about one thing, however. She refused to press charges against him, saying that she simply couldn't bear to go over the whole thing in a court room. Besides, she reasoned, everything, but everything would come out then. The court would have to know why he had been looking for her and the nature of their relationship. She would be humiliated at work. She begged Blair to simply fire Burt and let the whole thing go. He saw her reasoning and finally agreed, but not without telling her that he intended to write some very damaging things on the man's record.

Back in the apartment, Blair was as tender and solicitous as a father. He bathed her in a hot tub and dressed her wounds. Wrapping her up in a soft white night gown, he carried her over to the bed and tucked her in.

Too worried to leave her alone, he telephoned his wife to say that he had been suddenly called out of town on business and would be back in a day or two. He crawled into bed next to her and stroked her while she cried.

"There, there, there, I love you, sweetie," he repeated endlessly. He let her cry, for he knew that she had had a harrowing day. What he didn't know was that she was crying because her master had been taken away from her.