The Lisa Series

by Charles Arnold

  “Yes,” Lisa whispered, hoarsely.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, honey. Yes, I want to please you...you and Frank.” She paused to catch her breath. She lowered her hands and turned her tear streaked face toward us. “Yes...you and Frank...you know how it is. You know that I have to do...that I want to do what you say.”

  “Okay, you better start acting like it. We can cut this last part out of the Goddamn tape.” He gestured toward the cameras. Then, he looked hard at Lisa. She had stopped crying. His hand went to his crotch. She noticed. “Now,” Silk said, “it’s still early. Tell us what you’d like next. His hand was on the back of my chair. Lisa looked beyond me directly at him.

  “You, honey.” She said.

  “Say it,” Silk demanded.

  She continued to stare up at him. She moved her small hands to cup her breasts. “I...I want you to...to fuck my ass,” she said.

  “That’s better, but you look like some cheap whore. Get yourself fixed up. You know what I like.”

  “Yes, honey, I know.” Slowly she stood. She was still shaken. The five inch heels forced her to hold on to the couch.

  Silk laughed, “She’ll get used to the ‘fuck-me’ shoes. I like to see her in them. They lift up her ass and make her walk slow. Make her look like a hot little whore. I told her she has to wear them all the time now except when she sleeps.”

  Lisa’s skirt and blouse were on the floor next to my chair. She crossed to pick them up. I could see that the nipple clips resembled tiny metal alligator teeth. Spring loaded clamps caused them to bite into her aureoles so that her nipples protruded, swollen and dark.

  “After fucking that filthy old man, you need a shower.” Lisa stood before him, her head bowed. Silk unsnapped the leash. “Wear a cap. I don’t want your hair wet. Wear them clothes you got in your hands. Make you face up...you know the way I like it. You can take the clips off but, get the black plug and put it where it belongs.”

  “Yes, honey,” Lisa said. She waited for him to dismiss her.

  “Thank Leavey.”

  Without looking up, Lisa said, “Thank you Mr. Leavy.”

  “For what?” Silk asked. “What are you thanking him for?”

  “Thank you for...for doing it to me...for making me cum.” If Leavy heard her, he didn’t acknowledge it. He was busy tying his shoelaces.

  “Okay, that’s all,” Silk waved his hand in the direction of the hallway. Still unsteady in her heels, Lisa crossed the room. “I’m sending you to the deli,” Silk called after her.

  She stopped and turned. Her face was flushed. She bit her lip.

  “Please, Mr. Silk...” she began. Silk stared hard at her. “Yes, honey,” she said, “I’m sorry.” She turned and disappeared down the hall.

  Silk laughed. “Ah, Billy boy, it’s going to be a bitch of a night.” Silk yelled at Leavy, “You got what I promised so get the fuck out of here.” Leavy nodded and shuffled across the room. We heard him put on his coat and then the door opened and closed behind him.

  Chapter Two

  The Deli

  Silk went into the kitchen to make himself a drink. I heard the shower running. Soon, he returned and sat on the couch opposite me. He took a sip from his glass, “Top shelf whiskey and a little water,” he grinned and shook his bald head. “Billy, that wife of yours has turned into a little gold mine. Did Frank tell you what we get for these video tapes?”

  “He gave me some idea, yes.”

  “The fuckin tapes we’re doing tonight with you here watching her ought to be big winners. Did you see her face when Leavy made her cum? I mean, shit man, she was really gettin off!” He sipped his drink. “I don’t know how the fuck you stand it, and I don’t know why the fuck she does it. Frank has this idea that she’s just now finding out who the fuck she is. I don’t understand that stuff. All I know is she can leave anytime she wants to. Both Frank and me made that clear to her. But she stays.” He held up his glass, “She don’t drink. We ain’t got her hooked on drugs or nothin like that.” He placed his glass on the floor and leaned forward. “And you can see, Billy, that she hates the shit we make her do. She hates me most of all. Still has a fuckin high opinion of herself, thinks she’s better than me. But goddamn it, she don’t go.” He shook his head again. “You’re fuckin weird, Billy, but the little bitch is a real case, ya know.”

  The sound of the shower stopped. We sat in silence for a few minutes. “Know what your wife’s doing right now?” Silk began. “She’s rubbing KY around her pretty little asshole and shoving a butt plug up into it.” My cock started to stiffen again. Silk finished his drink. “Did you notice big black Dooley in the deli when you come in?”

  “Yes. Frank said Dooley was there to make sure I didn’t...”

  “Misbehave,” Silk interrupted. “Dooley’s the main man, Billy. But he’s only a half step from being a fuckin animal. He’d cut your balls off and either stuff them down your throat or up your ass. And he’s loyal, Billy, loyal to Frank. Like little Lisa, he does exactly what Frank tells him.” Silk reached in his pocket and pulled out what looked like a small television remote. “If you fuck up, I just push a button on this thing and Dooley gets a signal. Then he comes running to wherever I am. You want to remember that.” He put the device back into his pocket. “Did you see the owners of the deli?” he asked.

  “No,” I said. “It was raining hard.”

  “They’re dot-heads from Pakistan or Iran or fuckin Afghanistan...one of them Hindu countries. He’s smart as hell. She’s a short, fat, ugly bitch...and mean, you know, real nasty. I never seen her smile.” He sat silently for a moment, shaking his head. “They both smell like they rub each other with pig grease, or goat piss, or something.” He looked down at his empty glass, then up at me, his small black eyes bright. “I gotta tell you, Billy, they got the hots for Lisa. They want her real bad. They know she’s my little whore. I send her down for beer.” He sat for a moment staring at the floor deciding, it seemed, whether or not to continue tormenting me. He looked up, grinning again. “They got this dog, Billy, a pit bull. A fuckin son-of-a-bitch. He’s usually chained up in the back room. Well, they had him out in the store one afternoon when I sent Lisa for something. The fuckin dog went crazy. He started humping her leg. It took both of them to pull him off. Lisa was scared shitless. She’s afraid to go down there.” He leaned back and winked at me. “All three of them crazy fuckers living in the deli got the hots for your pretty little wife, Billy.”

  “You bastard,” I said, a sick hollow feeling in my stomach. “You wouldn’t. Frank wouldn’t.”

  “No, don’t worry. Not the fuckin dog. Frank is bad, but he’s not that bad. He won’t let that mangy animal near her. Neither will Dooley or me. She’s too valuable. Who the hell would want her if she was fucking a Goddamn dog?” He laughed at the thought of it. “But as for Rafti and his pig of a wife...Arisha, I think her name is...hell, maybe tonight’s their lucky night.”

  Before I could answer, Lisa appeared in the doorway. She wore the short red skirt and the shear red blouse. On her feet were the same obscene shoes. She had painted her lips so they looked fuller. The lipstick was a darker red and glistened with a coating of gloss. In the past she never wore eye makeup, but now she had applied a light blue tint and black mascara. She’d blackened and extended her eyebrows so that, with her short black hair, she appeared not oriental, but perhaps Eurasian. Her slight, trim body and splendidly shaped legs were flawless, the skin smooth and oiled, the high swell of her small breasts were clearly outlined under the thin blouse. The tight skirt molded her round, firm ass. She seemed somehow more beautiful now than she’d ever been. And for what? To win a slight nod of approval from Silk? To display herself before the fat owners of the filthy deli downstairs?

  Silk looked at her for a full minute before he spoke. “A whore, Billy, but a whore with class.” The color rose to Lisa’s cheeks. In one hand she carried the nipple clips and their thin silver chain. In the other hand, she held th
e leash. The leather collar circled her neck.

  She extended the hand that held the clips and leash to Silk. “Please, honey...I...I’ll make love to you good...I promise...better than ever before...if...if only I don’t have to go down there. Please, honey...those awful people and that dog...”

  “Get me a pair of scissors,” Silk ordered. In a matter of minutes, she was back and standing before him. “Keep your hands at your sides.” He took the scissors and cut two holes in her blouse just large enough to expose each nipple. Then he grabbed the jagged clips and clamped one behind each of her nipples. Finally, he tightened the spring screw until she winced. The silver chain that connected the clips hung down on the outside of her blouse. “You can leave the leash here,” he said. She handed it to him. Roughly, held her upper arms and dug his fingernails into her flesh. “Two six-packs of Budweiser,” he said.

  “Yes, honey,” she answered softly, and looked down at the floor.

  “Show Billy the plug.” She hesitated, then turned around and lifted her skirt. She leaned forward slightly. The end of the plug was shiny black and about the size of a silver dollar. Its thick base stretched her anal opening.“Tell Billy why it don’t slide out,” Silk said.

  “Because I tighten...I tighten myself back there to...to hold it in.”

  “Tell us why you do that,” Silk ordered.

  “Because you want me to be trained...to be able to hold you like that when you...when you...”

  “When I what?”

  “When you…when you…fuck my ass, honey,” she whispered. “You want me to...to squeeze your cock...to squeeze it tight when it’s in my ass.”

  “Tell us, Lisa, that time at Frank’s party when you seen me, did you ever think I’d be fucking your ass...I mean fucking it wherever I feel like fuckin it?”

  Lisa shook her head. I could see tears forming in her eyes. “No...no, not ever. You were so...so...no, I couldn’t imagine such a thing.”

  “But now I fuck your ass all the time, ain’t that right?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you want my cock in your ass. You ask for it. You learned to like taking old Silk’s prick up your ass didn’t you?”

  “Yes, honey, I learned to like it.”

  “I bet you’re wantin it right now?”

  “I…I…it seems like even though it hurts, I’m always wanting it.”

  “Okay, you can go to the deli.” She lowered her skirt. “We got a lot of beer last week. You ever pay for it?” Silk asked.

  Lisa looked flustered, “No, I couldn’t pay for it. I don’t have any money.”

  “Goddamn it!” Silk spun her around to face him, “beer ain’t free. We owe them Hindus.” He paused, grinning at her, “I’m thinking you could...”

  Tears ran down Lisa’s cheeks, “Oh, please, honey...please, please...I can’t...honestly, I can’t...they...they...she’s...oh, God, honey not them...please!”

  “They don’t smell so good, is all, and we owe them. So, you just tell them to come on up here after they close the store tonight.” She began to protest again. Silk pulled down hard on the silver chain. She screamed and instinctively reached for his hand, but he stepped back and slapped her across the face.

  I flew out of my chair and grabbed him by the throat. “No!” Lisa shouted, “no, Billy, no!” I let him go.

  Silk ignored her. He looked hard at me, his small eyes all but disappearing. “Either you don’t hear good or you’re looking to spend time in the hospital, Billy boy.” He paused. “Now, a lot is going to happen here tonight. If you get out of line again, I’ll have Dooley cut you up.” Silk wasn’t bluffing. I returned to my seat. Lisa was leaning against the arm of the couch wiping the tears with a Kleenex. Silk turned to her, “Before Billy forgot his fuckin manners, all you had to do was get the beer and invite our neighbors up here for a drink. Now, your stupid husband just got you another little duty.”

  The imprint of Silk’s hand was on Lisa’s cheek, and there were dark red marks where the clamps had bitten into her breasts. She listened intently, but did not look up as Silk spoke. “Unless you want Billy hurt bad, you’ll do exactly what I say and you won’t give me no more of this shit about how them deli people disgust you. You ain’t no fuckin better than them. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, honey...I’m sorry.”

  “You go down there with your bare nipples and the clips and all. I want them to see you like that...like a whore.” Lisa nodded her head. “Tell me who you are,” Silk demanded.

  “I’m yours, honey...your whore.” Shyly, she glanced up at him.

  “That’s right. You’re Silk’s whore. I want you to show them the plug.” Lisa uttered a little cry but said nothing. “Tell them why you shove it up there. Tell them what it does, what it’s for. Then invite them to come up later for some fun. Tell them they can watch while I fuck your ass.” She didn’t answer. “I can’t fuckin hear you,” Silk said

  Lisa took a deep breath, “Yes, honey, I’ll tell them. I’ll do what you say.”

  “Okay,” Silk smiled. “Now, stand up straight. Push them tits out. You got great nipples. All that silver jewelry looks good on you. You ought to be proud.” Silk waited for her to respond. “Say it!” he shouted.

  Without looking at him, Lisa whispered, “I am proud.”

  “Proud of what?”

  She stood before him, her head bowed. She was obviously trying to imagine how he expected her to respond. “I’m proud of my nipples, and the clips, and the silver chain.” She placed her fingers on the collar, “And this,” she added. She looked at Silk and saw that he was waiting for her to say more. “The collar,” she touched it again, “it shows that I belong to you...that I’m yours...that I’m Silk’s little whore.”

  “Good,” Silk seemed satisfied. “You can go.” Without looking at me, Lisa walked to the hallway. She was steadier now and didn’t need to hold on. We heard the door close behind her. Silk busied himself checking the video cameras. Then he pressed several buttons on a small remote. The brightness of the lights went up and were lowered in various parts of the room. “We got it rigged like this all over the apartment, even the bathroom. But tonight there’s no cameras in my bedroom. Yesterday I took them out.” He winked conspiratorially. “The guy who edits these tapes for us is a fucking genius. Maybe Frank will give you a copy of tonight’s tape when it’s all over.”

  “What do you mean, ‘all over’?”

  “Could mean a number of things, Billy. Could be over when we have enough money. Or when Frank gets bored. It sure would be over if Lisa decides to go home. She could cause it to be over right now. But it will probably be over when we sell her.”

  “Sell her!”

  “Frank’s been talking to her about it. He might have a very good deal. So far she ain’t said yes, but she ain’t said no either.”

  “For God’s sake, you bastard, she’s not a piece of property. You can’t sell her!” I stood up, trembling.

  “Easy, Billy,” Silk cautioned. “I keep having to tell you that Lisa can walk away from this whenever she wants to. Them deli people got her scared out of her wits. Instead of going downstairs, she could just walk out the door and keep going. The way she’s dressed, she knows she’ll have to take a whole lot of shit from the fuckin ragheads. But she didn’t keep walking, Billy. She’s down there right now with her bare nipples sticking out, and the clips, and the butt plug in her ass. She’s doing what I told her to do.” He motioned for me to sit down. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

  “No, I don’t. She loves me. I’m her husband. We had a life, a normal life. She’ll realize that and come back. This...this stuff is just something she’s got to get out of her system.”

  “Get fuckin real, Billy. Lisa wants to belong to Frank. She wants to be his property.” He glanced at the video cameras then leaned over toward me and lowered his voice, “I’m gettin a strong feeling, Billy, that maybe she’d rather belong to me.” He sat back and continued, “Like I said, she wants to be
Frank’s woman. I don’t think she knows why, but that’s the way it is. If Frank owns her, he can lend her out, like now he’s lent her to me. And if he owns her, he can fuckin sell her. If the price is right and if she agrees, that’s what’s gonna happen.” He paused and grinned, “She can always say no. Even at the last minute she can say no. But you seen her, Billy. She never says no.”

  “This is crazy. People don’t sell other people. Sell her where? To who?” I stammered.

  “I can’t say. It’s another one of the big man’s ideas. Forget it, Billy. Silk picked up his empty glass. I need another drink,” he said. “You sit tight. Don’t try nothin funny. I got to call Frank. I’ll use the kitchen phone.”

  I sat in the darkened room watching the neon from the deli sign first glow red on the walls and fade out, then glow again in a slow rhythm that was like breathing. Why won’t Lisa just leave this? Maybe she’s crazy? And what about me? Why hadn’t I walked away as I meant to on that last night at Frank’s? What was I doing here? Why had I come? I blocked out what was, no doubt, the honest answer to that question. I felt terribly ashamed, afraid for us both, and disgusted. I’d begun to loath myself soon after our first encounter with Frank. Yet, here I was again. My cock had been hard all night. As I sat there imagining what was happening at the deli, I felt it swell and twitch. Ten minutes passed.

  While Silk was still in the kitchen, I heard the click of Lisa’s heels on the stairs. When she entered the living room, the lights came up again. She put the six-packs on the floor. She didn’t look at me. Silk appeared in the doorway. Lisa took a step back away from him. “I just talked to Frank,” he said. “He says since you still belong to me, I can do whatever I want with you. I can even give you to the Hindus for awhile. How would you like to go downstairs with them and spend the night in their greasy bed with the fuckin dog trying to break his chain and get at you?”