The Lisa Series (30 page)
It was a moment before Frank spoke again, “I remind you, Lisa, that when I gave you to Silk you said you wanted to be his woman.”
Lisa bowed her head. “Yes,” she said softly, “I...I...know. I can’t explain how it is. I must be crazy...I...I must have been crazy. I’m not now.”
“You love your husband?”
“Yes, more than ever.”
“This next question is for Billy,” Frank said. “Billy, you’ve seen your wife do things that even a degenerate whore wouldn’t do. You couldn’t possibly love her now?”
“You’re wrong, Frank,” I said. “It doesn’t matter what she’s done. I want her back. I want us to have a life together.”
“So,” Frank began, “it’s perfectly clear what Lisa ought to do. She should follow her heart. She should leave Silk who she obviously hates and return to the kind of secure, comfortable life she used to have with the man she loves. She should go home with Billy who truly loves her.”
Lisa tried a little smile and looked out at me. “Yes, Frank, that’s what I want. That’s what I really want.”
“Good. That’s what you’ll have. But first, just for old time’s sake, tell me about tonight. Tell me what you did.”
“Please, Frank, let me leave. I...I...don’t want to talk about...”
“Oh, it’s no longer ‘Frank, honey’?” he interrupted.
“No. No more of that.” Lisa’s face was set and her voice, firm.
“Well, Lisa, Dooley will unlock the handcuffs after you tell me about tonight’s little party over there at Silk’s.”
“It’s on the tape,” Lisa argued. “You can see it on the tape.”
“But I want to hear you tell it.” Lisa was silent. “Speak up, Lisa, and in five minutes you and your husband can be on your way.”
Lisa took a deep breath. “Billy arrived around eight o’clock and we talked. Silk wasn’t home yet.”
“Were you on your stool?”
“Yes.”
“What were you wearing?”
“A short red skirt and a shear red blouse.”
“Shoes?”
“Yes, these black spike heels Silk makes me wear.”
“Do you like dressing that way to please Silk?”
“No...no...I don’t. It makes me look cheap...like a...like a cheap whore. I hate it.”
“Okay...the red blouse and skirt and the ‘fuck-me’ shoes. That’s all?”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“The blindfold.”
“And?”
“Those...those painful clamps on my breasts...nipple clips,” she said.
“Legs spread?”
“Yes...I always have to sit that way.”
“Are your legs spread now?”
“No,” she answered defiantly, “they aren’t.”
“Well then, how about your pussy? Is it wet?”
She hesitated, glancing over at Silk, then looking down at her hands, “I...I...suppose it is...yes.”
“What did you tell Billy about your relationship with Silk?”
“I told him that you had given me to Silk for a few weeks...that I belonged to Silk.”
“Did you tell your husband that you liked being Silk’s woman?”
“I don’t remember. Maybe I might have.”
“Do you like being Silk’s woman? I know you said you hate him but, even if that’s true, do you like giving your body to him? Don’t you like to feel his hands on you? Haven’t you learned to like the taste of his cock and how it feels in your ass?”
Lisa didn’t answer right away. Finally, she said, “No...no I don’t like giving my body to him. I wish I had never done any of the things I’ve done. I can’t stand him to touch me.”
“Very well.” Frank said. “Tell me, when Silk came home what happened?”
“Like he often did, he brought someone with him. I was wearing the blindfold so I couldn’t see who it was.” Her voice had faded to the point where we almost couldn’t hear it.
“Speak up!” Frank shouted, causing Lisa to flinch.
She took a deep breath before beginning again, “Silk made me get on my knees in front of this person. He...he made me...made me suck.”
“When Silk took off the blindfold?”
“The man he’d brought home was a...a homeless... ugly, humpbacked, little old man with this big head and...and...it was awful.” She glared angrily at Silk. “I...I...never....” She couldn’t finish.
“He came in your mouth?”
“Yes, I...I...have to take it...take the cum. Then Silk took off the blindfold.”
“What happened next?”
“Silk got mad at me because I cried. This man, this deformed disgusting man was filthy and smelled so bad.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. Frank waited. Lisa shook her head. “Then Silk made me tease the dirty old man.”
“What for?”
“So he would get hard again.”
“Why?”
“Silk wanted him to...to...fuck me.”
“He had just cum in your mouth. Did he get hard again?”
“Yes, after a little while he did.”
“How? How did you get him hard?””
“I undressed for him.”
“Naked?”
“Except for my shoes, I was naked.”
“And?”
“And I...I kissed him. I had to. Silk made me do it.”
“His mouth?”
“Yes and.....”
“And what?”
“His chest and his...his cock.”
“In other words, you made love to this ugly retarded piece of shit? You must have wanted him to fuck you?”
“No, I didn’t. I wanted him to leave. But...but Silk ordered me to...to...”
“Did the old guy fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you cum?”
“Yes.”
“Was it good? Did fucking him make you cum good?”
The color rose to Lisa’s cheeks, “I...I...don’t know...maybe.”
“The truth, Lisa.”
“Yes, I came good.”
“How good?”
“It was...it was good.”
“Then what happened?”
“The little man left. Silk sent me down to the deli for beer.”
“And you were wearing?”
“The same things, only Silk cut holes in the blouse.”
“What for?”
“So my nipples would be bare. And so the deli owners and Dooley would see the nipple clips.”
“Did you like showing the nipple clips to the deli people?”
“No...no...I was very ashamed. I looked so cheap. I hated it.”
“What do the deli owners think of you?”
“They think I’m Silk’s...woman...his...his...whore.”
“Why do they think that?”
“Silk told them.”
“Did you ever tell them you were Silk’s whore?”
Again, she paused before answering, “Maybe I did. I suppose I did.”
“Are you Silk’s whore?”
“Yes...I mean...I was.”
“Did you show the deli owners anything else besides the nipple clips?”
“Yes. There’s this plug...this anal plug. It’s like a dildo. Silk made me put it in and said I had to show it to them.”
“Where was it?”
“In...in...my opening...my anal opening.”
“Do you like having the plug in your ass?”
“No. It hurts. I hate it.”
“Do you like Silk’s cock in your ass?”
“No. Like I said, I hate him. I hate him to do that to me.”
“But don’t you sometimes ask him to fuck your ass?”
She looked down and twisted her hands in her lap. “Yes,” she whispered.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes..I do. I sometimes ask...I ask him to...to...do it”
“What are the names of the deli owners?”
“Rafti and his wife is Arisha.”
“Did Rafti fuck you?”
“No. I...I...sucked him. Silk ordered me.”
“This Rafti, he cum in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Everyone cums in your mouth, right?”
She turned her head to the side and looked down at the floor. “Yes,” she said softly.
“You like that? You like when men cum in your mouth?”
Lisa hesitated. “No,” she looked up, “no, I don’t like it. Just the thought of it makes me feel sick. Until you...until you made me do it, I had never touched a man there with my mouth.” She glanced at me. “Not even Billy.”
“But in the past few months you’ve become an accomplished cocksucker and you always swallow the cum. Your sweet mouth and those soft lips were made for sucking cock. How many do you think you’ve sucked?”
Words of praise from Frank were very rare. The color rose to Lisa’s cheeks. “I...I...don’t know how many.” She looked out at me and I could see tears forming in her eyes, “But I wish I had never done it.”
“Was Rafti’s wife watching you suck her husband’s cock?”
“Arisha...yes, she was there.”
“Did that turn her on?”
Lisa glanced at Arisha, “No, it made her angry.”
“Then what?”
“She...she...whipped me.”
“With what?”
“I...I...think it was a riding crop. My hands were cuffed and stretched above my head. And...and...Billy...he was strapped against me with two of your belts.”
“I bet he liked that. Did he cum?”
“Yes.”
“This Arisha, did she whip you good? Leave marks?”
“Yes.”
“I want the truth, Lisa. Were you wet after the whipping?”
“I...I…don’t know.”
“I think you do know.”
“Yes, I was wet.”
“Are you wet now?”
“I don’t know. Please Frank...”
He cut her off, “Find out.”
“No. I won’t.”
“Okay. So, after the whipping, I’m sure Silk let you get cleaned up. Then what?”
“When I came back, Dooley was there.”
“Were you happy to see him?”
“No. He frightens me.”
“What did you do for Dooley?”
“Silk ordered me to...to suck him.”
“That pretty little mouth of yours was sure busy tonight. Did you do anything else for old Dooley?” The question confirmed what I’d suspected. The entire evening had been carefully planned. Otherwise, Frank would not have asked if she’d done anything else for Dooley. He was now making Lisa talk about everything she’d done. They all knew that making her describe these things stimulated her.
“Yes. I did something else for Dooley.”
“What?” Frank was being patient.
“Dooley told me...he told me to...to get down on my knees and kiss his feet.”
“Did you?”
“I said ‘no’, but then Silk ordered me to do it.”
“And?”
“I did.”
“Why did you do it if it was so humiliating?”
“Silk...he told me I had to.”
“Why did you listen to Silk?”
“Because you...you gave me to him. You said I belong to him. You said I must do for him what I do for you.”
“Which is?”
“Whatever you say.”
“Yeah, that’s right. Whatever I say. After the thing with Dooley what happened?”
“Dooley...I...I hadn’t sucked him yet. Silk wanted me to take both of them, him and Dooley, at the same time.”
“Did Silk ask you or tell you?”
“I...I’m not sure. I think he asked me if I would do them both.”
“What was your answer?”
“I...I...said ‘yes’.”
“So, Silk didn’t order you to do it. He asked you if you would, and you said ‘yes’?”
Lisa bowed her head. “That’s right,” she said, softly.
“Did Silk fuck your pussy?”
“No. He likes...he took me...took me from behind.”
“Your ass, Lisa, your ass. Did you ask him to fuck your ass?”
“Earlier in the evening I did.”
“Did you ask him or beg him to fuck it?”
Again, it was a moment before she could answer, “I begged.”
“Say it again.”
“I...I begged him to...to... fuck my ass.”
“But, Lisa, you hate the man. You told us that several times. You also said you hate him to do that to you.”
“Yes. I do hate him. I hate when he takes me that way.”
“How often does Silk fuck your ass?”
“Since you gave me to him, he has...has...fucked my ass every night. He also does it sometimes in the afternoon when he comes home early.”
“Are you ready for him when he comes home.”
“Yes. He tells me when he will be back so I can be ready.”
“What do you do to prepare yourself for old Silk?”
“I put the KY in.”
“And?”
“Unless he tells me different, he wants me to be on the bed.”
“Go on.”
“Please, Frank, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s over and...and...”
“Just a few more questions, Lisa, then you can go. I promise. Now, tell us how you get yourself ready to receive this ugly old man you hate so much.”
“Before he gets home, I have showered and shaved my...my pussy. I’ve put on my make-up and perfume.”
“So, you’re all nice and clean and smell good for old Silk. What do you wear?”
“Usually, a shear pajama top or short nightie.”
“Do you like putting on your lipstick and making yourself pretty for Silk? Do you think about who he might bring home? Do you imagine what he might make you do? Do you get excited?”
“No....I mean...sometimes I think about those things...and...and,” she didn’t finish.
“When Silk gets home, are you on your back in the bed?”
“No. He likes to...to see my ass when he comes into the bedroom.”
“Tell us.”
“I put my head on the mattress and raise my ass.” She paused, “I reach back and spread my cheeks for him.”
“Does he compliment you, tell you how pretty you are? Does he want to make love to you?”
“No. He yells at me if I’ve done anything wrong, or even if I haven’t he mutters and swears. He’s usually been drinking all afternoon and is mean. He just...he just grabs me and pushes it in.”
“Say it.”
“What?”
“You know what. Just say it, Lisa.”
“Silk rapes my...I mean Silk fucks my ass. He just fucks it hard...fucks my ass. It hurts the way he grabs me, the way he shoves it in. He stinks...his skin...his breath.”
“Say again what you do, and what he does, and tell me how often.”
“I...I...spend a long time getting ready...making myself pretty for him. He comes home and...and fucks my ass. Sometimes he fucks my ass twice a day, in the afternoon and at night.”
“You sleep in the same bed?”
“Yes, we do.”
“Close to each other and naked?”
“Yes, very close and we’re naked. Silk wants to feel my body against him.”
“You ever sleep naked in bed with Billy?”
Lisa glanced quickly at me then looked away, “No…no, I always wore my pajamas and so did Billy.”
Frank chuckled, “I bet Silk snores and farts. Right?”
“Yes, he stinks...he always stinks but at night it’s worse. The bedclothes have never been washed, and he leaves his stinking shoes and socks on the floor and his dirty underwear.” She shook her head in disgust.
