Kelli didn't even bother to stifle her yawn, letting it roll out of her in a single, mouth-stretching moment. "That's not very ladylike," she could imagine her mother admonishing her. But she didn't feel very ladylike, to tell the truth, looking down at her dirty, sweat-stained, red-marked and naked body. She'd challenge anyone to look and feel ladylike after going through what she had in the last few hours.

She'd gone to bed last night feeling quite pleased with herself. Jack's role-playing sex game had been a complete success. Not only that, but it had brought out a part of her that she hadn't known existed. She liked acting like someone else. She could be creative and please Jack at the same time. And it was empowering, too. By pretending to be a fuck slut secretary, she'd fulfilled Jack's fantasy, something he couldn't do without her. She'd gone to bed giddy with excitement, certain that she'd turned a corner on her path to redemption.

Then suddenly, her joy had turned into fear and confusion. At four in the morning, Jack had woken her from a sound sleep by ripping the bedcovers away and switching on all the bedroom lights, leaving her naked and exposed in the harsh glare. With a wicked look on his face, he ordered her into all kinds of humiliating positions, while he took pictures of her with a camera on a tripod. While she'd become used to posing for him, he'd never before asked her to be so graphic for him. Not only did she have to spread her legs, but she had to pull her pussy lips apart so he could shoot the hollow inside. At his command, she pried open her ass cheeks, twisted her own nipples, sucked on her toes, and jammed her whole hand into her cunt, with the flash from the camera illuminating every act.

Then, abandoning the camera, he led her to the bathroom, where he proceeded to pull out his dick and pee into the toilet. Although she tried to avert her gaze, he demanded that she watch. Equally fascinated and disgusted, she watched as the thin yellow stream unerringly arched from the tip of his cock, over the rim, and into the bowl, landing with a steady splash. She'd heard it every morning of their married lives, of course, but had never seen it, nor wanted to. Unconsciously licking her lips, all she could think of was that the dick she'd sucked so much cum out of lately was the same one that held his pee. That meantwell, she'd shivered at that thought. But that hadn't been the worst of it.

"It's your turn," Jack had ordered, pulling the seat down and flushing the toilet.

Her turn??? "I'm not doing it here with you. I won't," she'd said, the words coming from her mouth before she could stop them. Even as she said it, the mischievous look on Jack's face changed, turning into a hard, cold, mirthless mask. "Jack, I, I" she stammered, not sure how to make it better, or even if she could.

"We'll see what you will or will not do," he hissed, taking her by the forearm and leading her downstairs. In the kitchen, he grabbed a large bottle of water from the refrigerator and shoved it at her. "Drink this, all of it, and don't stop until it's gone."

She'd drunk the whole liter-and-a-half down, her lips never leaving the neck, stopping for breath only when she had to. Anything to assuage the cold look in his eyes. But her new-found submissiveness was only lost on him as he ordered her to her hands and knees on the kitchen floor. As he rummaged through the drawers, she steeled herself for the worst, but was still unprepared when the first smack of the rubber spatula stung her ass. As always, she concentrated on counting. To miscount now would undoubtedly double her punishment. And counting took her mind off the pain.

The fact that Jack ceased at number twenty-seven made Kelli even mor e fearful. For the first time, she was being spanked for a real reason, not just some imagined or exaggerated slight. Obviously he had some other punishment in mind.

With a cruel yank on her hair he pulled her from the floor and then down the basement steps. Bending her backwards over a table, he lashed her ankles and wrists to the table legs, leaving the whole front of her body stretched taut and easy prey for his sadistic whims. Starting with her breasts, he carefully applied clothespin after clothespin to her sensitive flesh, before topping off the whole creation with a couple of clamps which he cruelly tightened onto her hard nipples. After gathering her hair into a ponytail, he looped a rope through and pulled it taut, so her head and neck were stretched into an upright position. Then he rolled a mirror over so she'd be forced to watch as he went to work on her nether regions.

First he teased her by pretending to attach a mousetrap to her pussy lips. Given that alternative, when he finally applied a clothespin, she'd almost sighed with relief. Surprisingly, she felt almost no pain; the anticipation of the pain was worse than what she actually experienced. What was intense was his tweezer torture. Though she'd shaved her pussy just two days ago, her fine, blond pubic hairs were already long enough for him to pull out. Grasping one after the other, he spent many minutes clearing an area around her slit, sometimes quickly plucking the hair out, and sometimes pulling it torturously slowly, causing her to writhe and pant with pain. She tried to close her eyes to it all, but soon noticed that the more she shut her eyes, the more painfully he plucked her pubes. So finally she forced herself to watch, though she still whimpered every time the tweezers descended. By the time he put aside the tweezers, the skin around her pussy was bright red and inflamed, stinging as though she'd been attacked by a thousand angry bees. But the pain quickly turned into a scorching pleasure as he bent and licked every inch between her legs, soothing the pain and sending a flurry of minor orgasms trembling through her body.

Just as she began to relax against the table, he shifted gears again. After removing most of the clothespins, he looped rope around and around her torso, effectively clamping her breasts between the strands. Two more loops ran between her legs, holding her pussy lips open. With the addition of a lemon and a loop of rope around her head, he'd gagged her and assured she could neither move nor talk. She could still see, however, and she watched in growing disbelief as he bustled about the kitchen pulling all sorts of implements from the drawers. Then he disappeared for a few minutes, returning to the kitchen with the digital camera and a very big hard-on.

The ensuing half hour had already begun to blur in Kelli's mind. Jack had done so many things to her, had violated her so many times, that she could barely distinguish one from the other. He'd started by fucking her open pussy; of that much she was sure. After a minute of that, he'd swatted her tits with a rubber spatula, leaving the already stressed flesh red and puffy. Then came a long series of items stuck in her pussy and ass, including wooden spoons, empty bottles, pot handles, basters, and even a rolling pin handle. Then came the fruit and vegetables, including the obligatory cucumbers, carrots and zucchini. With her slit stretched, sore and drying out, Jack stuffed a scoop of ice cream inside her and sprayed whipped cream around it, before bending down to feast on his creation. Making his way to the pantry, he then coated various parts of her body with flour, sugar, chocolate sauce, peanut butter and other foods, until she looked like the remains of a buffet at a large wedding. And of course, he recorded everything with the digital camera.

When he finally removed her bonds, she'd bitten well into the lemon and the juice had severely puckered her lips. Without hesitating a moment he'd crammed his cock deep into her mouth, fucking her as roughly as he'd previously taken her cunt. His cock already tasted of cum; she'd seen drops of it dripping from the tip all during his experiments on her. She sucked at him greedily, running her tongue up and down the sensitive skin on the underside. She wanted him to cum, in her mouth, on her face, anywhere, in the hopes that his passion and evident cruelty would be slaked, at least momentarily. But just as she thought he might erupt, he pulled himself from her mouth and pushed her head away. From the look in his eyes, he knew what she'd been trying to do.