My thai Part 7
She continued, “The move to the USA went smoothly. Mistress Lucy was designated by my husband as a Research Assistant and given an important role in the new company. I was merely his wife.
We moved into a large home with a basement which became my prison when my daily duties were complete. My life became similar to how it was in Thailand with a few changes. Everything in the USA is far apart. I had to learn to operate and become licensed to drive a car to run errands. I lived in constant fear of everything and tried to become as invisible as possible.
My husband began to throw lavish parties to attract and reward investors. I was tasked with working with caterers and wait staff as the job was too big for one person to handle. This meant I had the opportunity to dress a bit more modestly and was able to wash more often which made me a bit happier. I felt like I had a purpose.
Before the party last Friday, my husband made a big show of introducing me to a person he referred to as “the Whale”. The man was certainly overweight and unsightly, but I thought that was quite an insult until I learned that the term referred to his wealth and his investment in my husbands company. He had arrived with luggage and had been made comfortable in the guest suite.
After the party guests had left, the staff had concluded clean up and departed and Mistress had gone to bed, I was expecting to be dismissed. The Whale was drinking with my husband who motioned me over. “Mistress Lucy and I are going to be gone for a week. We are traveling to Hawaii for a much deserved vacation after all the hard work we have put in launching our company.” I felt a stab of pain at the term “our company” as if Lucy had played any role other than to replace and torment me, his rightful wife. He continued, “This man is very important to me. You will go with him to the guest suite and are his for the week. You will serve and obey him as you do us. Do not disappoint him or me by being disobedient or there will be grave consequences.”
“Yes Sir,” was all I could say as I slid further into my household whore role. Little did I know that at that very moment, the worst week of my life had begun. The man took my torment to a new level, using me repeatedly, endlessly and savagely in every depraved manner. Sir had equipped him with all manner of restraints and torture devices. He particularity loved to bind me helpless and immobile, then burn me with his cigars and cigarettes, just to listen to my screams of agony. He whipped me constantly and urinated on me still dressed in the sarong I wore as party hostess and which is now in your bathroom trash bin. He put a shock collar around my neck and reveled in watching me writhe in pain as he jolted me.
Last night, he got extra drunk and after using me, wanted me in his bed which was unusual. Normally, I slept in chains on the floor by the bed. He pawed at me, squeezing my breast hard until I cried out and murmured in my ear, “Once we get your travel papers arranged, you will be coming home with me and join my harem in Dubai. Your husband included you as a condition of my investment.” After the week I had endured, I knew I would not survive. I waited until he passed out and carefully slid out of bed, found the sarong and left the house. Thankfully, he had neglected to set the alarms. I had walked for several hours until you rescued me Sir.”
“Well, you are safe now,” I said with conviction. “I’m going to do all I can to help you and prevent those people from ever hurting you again!” And I meant it. Now to figure out how to do that.
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