My thai Part 6
Head bowed, she stretched out her arms draped in the throw, spread her knees wide and showing a bit more emotion than before, she said, “As you can clearly see, they accomplished their goal of making my body that of a whore.”
Wide open before my eyes was a bruised, welted, scarred and yet, beautiful woman. Puffy, red cigarette burn marks showed on the underside of her breasts, arms and between her thighs. A flash of deep anger coursed through me, but I tamped it down to avoid scaring her.
“They may have modified your body, but they didn’t modify your mind. You escaped.” I said gently.
“Yes. I escaped to save my life, but I am broken beyond repair. The time I spent in captivity was horrifying, but I came to relish, even enjoy certain aspects of my new life. There is no going back,” she said quietly.
“Well, you get to decide what you want to do from now on.” I stated with some resolve, unsure of my role in her future, but determined to be her friend and to help her.
“Can you please continue telling your story? I’m dying to understand how you ended up walking along the highway here! But first, I’m going to get you a t-shirt. I’ve been an inconsiderate host and I apologize!”
I left to rummage in my closet and came back with a soft fleece pullover. Offering it to her, she reached a hand out and took it saying, “Thank you Sir, for your kindness. I am
more comfortable being naked, but I will do as you wish.” She stood up and slipped it quickly over her head as it swallowed her body, hanging half way to her knees and the sleeves dangling far past her fingertips.
Setting aside her words of submission to be examined at a later date, I waited patiently for her to settle back into the couch cushions and resume her tale.
“My life in our home became an endless series of duties and degradations. Mistress was always finding new ways to find fault in my efforts and to punish me in sadistic ways. I cooked, cleaned, served and maintained the household. I left every day to run errands wearing short skirts and tops that were stretched tight over my enlarged breasts and heavy gaged nipple jewelry. I didn’t have a single brassiere or panty in my wardrobe. All my footwear were 4 inch spike heeled sandals. Everyone thought I was a whore since I certainly looked the part and I was treated disrespectfully constantly. I took all these degradations in stride, but taking away being clean was the worst punishment of all and the most difficult to endure. There were instances where I was not allowed to bathe for a period of weeks. At night, I was chained to my bed. Sir would come visit me every night or two, use me like a whore, then leave me in whatever state he desired, occasionally bound. Then one day, about 10 months after Lucy had arrived at the house, she came bounding into my room with exciting news.”
“You should be very proud of your brilliant husband!” She exulted. “He has started a company to further develop his breakthrough technology in partnership with a major American university! We are moving to Ohio USA!”
Stunned at the news, I felt a glimmer of hope. Would things change for me? Would this bring about my release? But it was not meant to be.
“Since you are still his wife, you will be required to play that role during the move, but don’t get any ideas. If you fail to perform as expected, it will bring you great pain and I will enjoy it.” I had no doubt she would follow through on her threats.”
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