“Fuck you, Joan. I’m here to see Mary.”
Joan’s body was shaking. This controlling asshole was not known for letting anything go. He could spoil all of her plans.
“She’s not here, James. She left this morning for a two week trip to Cancun.”
“What? She didn’t say anything to me about that and anyway why are you here if she’s not here?”
Joan had already thought about that question. When Mary didn’t return from Cancun in two weeks someone was bound to ask. She assumed that a neighbor would mention that her car had been here and someone would wonder. She responded easily.
“She asked me to watch the place and water her plants,” she lied smoothly.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” he said, “she would have asked me to do it.”
“James, she broke up with you. She didn’t want anything more to do with you.”
“That’s bullshit, Joan, we were just having a rough spot but we were going to get back together.”
“No, James, you were not going to get back together. She told me that she was through with you”
In three strides James was on top of her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her.
“You little lezzie bitch,” he screamed, “do you think I haven’t seen the way you look at her. You’ve been practically fucking drooling all over her. Why are you really here? Is she living with you? Are you here to get some of her things? Are you guys lovers?”
“God damn it, James, I told you that Mary went to Cancun. Now fucking let me go or I’m going to scream.”
James dropped his hands and walked back to his car.
“You haven’t seen the last of me, you little bitch, something is going on and I’m going to find out what.”
Joan was trembling as she pulled her car into Mary’s garage and closed the door behind her. James wasn’t going away. He could wreck her plans and she didn’t have a clue what to do about him. She walked to the bedroom.
Mary wasn’t where Joan had left her. She had managed to scrunch over to the night-stand and knock the phone off on the floor. Obviously she had been trying to dial using her nose but had not succeeded. Joan picked the phone back up.
“Mary,” she said with a trace of sadness, “I’m going to have to punish you for that. We can have a wonderful life together but you can’t be naughty or I will spank you.”
Mary screamed incoherently into her gag.
“Well, sweetie, you made the flight to Cancun so no one will be looking for you for the next two weeks. I’m going to take you to your new home now and make sweet love to you. I promise that in those two weeks I will teach you what love is really all about. I will train you to love me. I will teach you to want me. You’ll see. It will be so much nicer than how it was with James. You’ll see.”
Taken from the Gym – Chapter 2
The first few days were hard on Mary. Joan kept her on a short leash. She spent most of her days in a dungeon room that Joan had fixed for her in the basement and her nights on the floor next to Joan’s bed. Escape wasn’t an option. Joan kept her naked and shackled all of the time. In addition, the collar Mary wore around her neck was a high-tech dog fence collar that was set to incapacitate her if she should try to leave the house.
Joan wanted Mary to behave as if they were lovers but Mary had been rebellious. Joan was patient. She had a long term plan for behavior modification. Each time Mary didn’t perform as Joan wished she cuffed her to the wall and whipped her. Then, when Mary was screaming out her pain in heaving gulps, Joan would drop the whip and tease her until she was panting and begging for release. Then she would start the cycle over. By day four Mary was at least obedient even if her eyes were still full of rebellion. By day nine even that was fading.
“Come here, Mary, I need some attention!”
Mary lifted her head from her pillow on the floor and looked up at the bed where Joan was stretching languorously. ‘Some attention’ meant that Joan wanted to be licked. The alternative was a humiliating over the knee spanking for ‘being naughty’ and then a between the legs session anyway.
“Coming, Joan,” she said sweetly.
Joan insisted that Mary call her by her first name. As if they really were living together and having a relationship. Joan liked to maintain the pretense that Mary was her lover and any reticence on Mary’s part to keep up the fiction was rewarded by a spanking. If Joan was really angry she took Mary to the dungeon room in the basement and tortured her for hours. Unfortunately Mary was finding that the combination of the whip and Joan’s finger was becoming addictive. She moved to the bed.
“Right here, baby,” Joan said, motioning between her legs. “Give me a good one this morning and I’ll reward you.”
Mary’s body betrayed her. Only a little over a week into this hell of a life and her body craved a reward. She needed a reward. She put her mouth down firmly on Joan’s cunt and captured her clit with her teeth. Her hands reached up and pinched both of Joan’s nipples hard. Joan’s body jackknifed in pleasure. Sometimes Joanie liked it rough.
“Oh baby, oh baby,” she screamed, “yes, yes, yes.”
Some part of Mary’s mind recognized that Joan’s program was having its effect. Not only did Mary want her reward but, some element of her liked to feel the rush of knowing that she was making it great for Joan. Her rational segment was disgusted.
When Joan finally stopped thrashing around Mary moved onto the bed and lay down beside her. She snuggled into her breasts and held her. She waited until Joan’s breathing had returned to normal and then reached between her legs.
“Joanie,” she whispered into her ear while her fingers played with Joan’s bud, “did you really mean that I would get to….”
“Oh, baby,” Joan said writhing under Mary’s fingers, “don’t stop!”
“But…Joanie, what about me?”
“In a minute, baby, make it good for me and…”
Joan thrashed off into her own personal heaven again. Mary worked hard to make it special because the thought of ‘reward’ was like an expanding balloon in her mind. It blotted out all of her thoughts. She needed…
“Thank you, Mare,” Joan purred, “I love you so much.”
Mary was quaking with need. The fact that this wasn’t a normal relationship was lost in the back of her brain. She needed a god damn orgasm and she was willing to do or say anything her bitch captor wanted to get it.
“Joanie, please,” she whined.
Joan’s heart skipped a beat. Mary wanted her!
“What, Mare?”
“Please, Joanie, I need…oh pleeeeze,” she wailed.
“Mary,” Joan said softly, “I know these past few days have been hard but I love you and I just want us to be happy. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
“I do, Joanie, I do. I’ve been so good and…”
“I know, honey, and you do, but it has to be my way, ok?”
“Oh god, Joanie, anything but pleeeeeeze.”
“Put your hands on the headboard, Mary.”
“Whaaat?”
“Mary,” Joan said sternly, “we are going to do this my way or not at all.”
Mary wasn’t stupid. She knew how rigid Joan could be. She got up on her knees and reached forward to the headboard.
“That’s my girl,” Joan purred as she cuffed Mary’s hands to the headboard.
“Joanie, what are you doing?” Mary asked plaintively.
“Shush, little one. Mommy is going to make it nice for you.”
Joan picked up the ping pong paddle from the end table and brushed it on Mary’s ass. Mary shuddered. Joan’s program of merging pain and pleasure in Mary’s head was having the desired effect. Mary’s was so wet she was dripping on the sheet.
“Here we go, honey,” she purred as she brought the paddle down hard with her right hand while her left beat out a rhythm between Mary’s legs.
The combination was too much. The denial and teasing of the past nine days had se
nsitized Mary’s body. She reached climax almost immediately.
“Joanieeeeeee!” she screamed as the first one hit.
“I told you, Mare, I told you I’d make it good for you” Joan hummed as she continued to redden Mary’s ass. “Just three more, sweetie, and mommy will let you rest.”
Mary lost her mind. It could have been three. It could have been thirty. To her it was one continuous run of pleasure like she had never experienced before. She never wanted it to stop but her body gave out. She collapsed. Joan stopped spanking her, leaned in and kissed her cheek softly.
“Oh, Mary, I love you so much,” she whispered.
Mary looked at her out of eyes that were so full of contentment that they looked like pools that one could never reach the bottom of. The words came unbidden to her lips.
“Oh, Joanie, I…oh god, I love you too.”
Joan let Mary drift off to sleep still cuffed to the headboard. She fixed some breakfast and hummed contentedly to herself. Things with Mary were moving along better than hoped for. The only cloud on the horizon was Mary’s ex and she still didn’t know what to do about him.
She had run into James almost every time she had dutifully gone to Mary’s house to keep up the pretense that she was watching it. He was always abusive and seemed to be getting bolder. Just yesterday he had the nerve to ring her doorbell and try to barge in. Thankfully she had Mary locked in the dungeon.
Joan used the remaining days before Mary was expected back from Cancun to build on the breakthrough. By the end of the first two weeks Joan was on cloud eleven, two clouds above cloud nine. She had Mary trained to pleasure her morning noon and night with just a snap of her fingers. She had Mary bound to her like she was a dog who lived for just a touch from her master. Then came the knock.
Joan had been expecting it. After all she was Mary’s best friend and the last person to see her. She had been keeping Mary securely locked in the dungeon for days now. She missed having her by her side at night but her mind rebelled at the thought of losing her. She opened the door. A nice looking woman not much older than herself was standing there.
“Can I help you,” she said politely.
“Miss Marston?” the woman asked.
“Yes. Can I help you?”
“I’m Detective Sims,” the woman replied, “I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“What’s this about officer?”
“It’s Detective,” she replied, “and it’s about your friend Mary Wilson.”
“Yes? What about her?”
“Can I come in?” Detective Sims asked.
Joan had worried about this very problem. It was why the dungeon was soundproofed and Mary was gagged.
“I guess, but…I don’t understand.”
“She’s missing,” Detective Sims said after they were seated in the living room.
“Missing?”
“Yes, she didn’t come back from Cancun.”
“Oh.”
“When is the last time you saw her?”
“Uh…two weeks ago Friday at the gym. She asked me to watch her house,” Joan lied.
“And you haven’t had any contact since?”
“No I haven’t,” Joan said. “She didn’t come back?”
“Her car is at the airport and she boarded the flight but she didn’t make the return flight and immigration control has no record of her re-entering the country,” Detective Sims said intently. “You’ve had no contact?”
“No, Detective, I haven’t”
“Detective is a bit much don’t you think? Why don’t you just call me Claire?” she said.
“Uh, ok, uh, Claire, uh, I’m Joan.”
“Were you her best friend?” Claire asked.
“Um…yes, yes we were good friends.”
“Did you see her leave?”
“What? No. She said she was going to drive herself to the airport.”
“What about her boyfriend?”
“James?”
“Yes.”
“He’s an asshole but she had broken up with him.”
“Yes,” Claire said, “I’ve talked to him. He suspects you had something to do with her disappearance.”
“Me?” she squeaked.
“He says you’ve been acting funny.”
“Wait a minute,” Joan said angrily, “you told me she went to Cancun and never returned. I don’t understand how I’m involved at all.”
“He says that she was paranoid about her house and would never have given her keys to another person. He says that he went with her for over a year and even he didn’t have a key.”
“Shit!” Joan thought, “I didn’t know that! God damn it!”
Joan didn’t know what to say. Her perfect plan was coming apart. Who knew that Mary had a hang-up like that?
“I…I…I don’t know…she asked…she asked me to water her plants and watch the house,” she stammered.
“Yes, that’s the other problem. She didn’t have any plants.”
Joan was scared but she wasn’t giving her Mary up. She cleared her mind.
“I noticed that,” she lied, “but that’s what she asked.”
Claire looked at her carefully. Joan looked back with a confident smile.
“Yes, well if you hear from her or remember anything that seems important please call me,” Claire said, handing Joan a card and moving toward the door.
A wave of relief washed down Joan’s body. Really when you thought about it they had no way to connect her at all. After all Mary had gone to Cancun and never returned. Not the first tourist that had taken that route.
* * *
Joan was careful for the next two weeks. James tried to barge in twice more but she managed to hold him off. She kept Mary securely locked in the dungeon and went about her life like she hadn’t a care in the world. Mary was getting sick of being cooped up but Joan was prepared to keep her there for a year if necessary.
Life had almost returned to normal. The search for Mary had died down. She was thinking that she might be able to let Mary sleep on the floor next to her again when she came home from work and found Claire sitting in her living room.
“What…how did you get in here?” Joan stammered, visibly shaken.
“We have to talk, Joanie,” Claire said sweetly.
Taken From the Gym – Chapter 3
“Detective Sims, do you have a warrant?” Joan demanded.
“Joan, please call me Claire and no I don’t have a warrant. Should I get one?”
“Why are you here, Claire?”
“Immigration control in Cancun has no record of a Mary Wilson entering Mexico,” Claire said.
“What does that have to do with me?” Joan asked.
“Security tapes from the concourse show someone that looks like Mary stepping back out of the jetway before the flight left.” Claire said softly.
“Shit!” Joan thought but kept her face blank.
Claire looked at her expectantly. Joan kept silent as long as she could but finally felt compelled to break the silence.
“What does that have to do with me, Claire?” she repeated.
Claire smiled and cocked her head toward the basement door.
“I think you know, Joanie,” she chuckled.
Joan thought about the past few minutes. Claire was in the house and acted like she had been in the basement. That implied she had seen Mary and yet she was sitting calmly on her couch. Joan decided to try a different approach. She walked over and sat next to her.
“What is that you want, Claire?” she asked sweetly.
“I want to live here and enjoy the same benefits you do,” Claire whispered softly.
The thought of sharing her prize had never occurred to Joan and the idea was repugnant. She recoiled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Joan said, reverting to pretending that she didn’t have a naked girl chained up in the basement.
“God damn it, Joan,” Claire shouted, “I’ve been in the basem
ent. I’ve seen Mary. Stop pretending.”
“So why haven’t you called your superiors?”
“I told you I want to share.”
“And if I don’t?”
“It’s a dangerous world out there, Joan,” she said carefully, “I can protect you from…others who might want to interfere with your never-never land.”
“I don’t think so,” Joan snapped.
“I’m offering to be a full partner with you. We would share the…uh…perks.”
“I’m not interested. Mary is mine. She loves me.” Joan insisted.
“I’m going to leave my card with my cell number in case you change your mind,” Claire said wistfully. “You can use it also if something happens and you need help.”
“If you don’t report me why would I need help?”
“Perhaps you won’t but…if you call and need my help all bets are off.” Claire said sweetly.
“What does that mean?”
“That means that if you call me in the next few days and decide that you want to let me in to your cocoon we’ll be full partners but if you call and need my help there is a price.”
“What kind of a price?” Joan asked.
“Both you and Mary will belong to me,” Claire said.
Joan thought about it but only for a milli-second. If Claire didn’t report her findings no one else was going to come looking. Why should she share? Mary was hers and this woman didn’t have any rights to her. She shook her head.
“No, Claire, I don’t think so. I just can’t imagine sharing Mary with anyone. I really appreciate your decision to keep quiet about this but…”
Claire grabbed Joan by the shoulders and moved her lips so they were almost touching Joan’s. Joan looked into the soft eyes in front of her and a little knot formed in her stomach.
“Joan, we could be good together,” Claire whispered, her hot breath a tantalizing feather on Joan’s lips. “I…I want you.”
Indecision hit Joan like a freight train. Her world turned over. She hadn’t thought…
“Claire, I…I don’t know…” she stammered, “I…I need to think.”
Claire brushed her lips lightly on Claire’s and released her. She stood up and walked to the door. At the door she turned and smiled.
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