Simon Says

10

Not all of the clients and business associates that Simon brought to the apartment in the following weeks and months were as sadistic as Barnes, although several were, and one or two were worse. She was whipped with belts as she hung in position, one man whipping her breasts as well as her back. One, while taking her standing up, enjoyed touching his lit cigar to her buttocks to make her strain away from it, pushing her lower body hard against him, adding to his pleasure. One only wanted to degrade her, making her crawl and lick his feet before sucking him off, and pissing on her afterward. But most of them were more interested in her sexual availability than in her suffering, and preferred fucking her--or having her fuck them--to hurting or shaming her. Simon always watched, and sometimes made suggestions. The things that she was required to do Elaine performed mechanically and with as much stoicism as she could muster. She always did them well--that was part of the requirement--but she did her best to be unemotional, even numb, neither pretending to enjoy it nor giving vent to her actual feelings of shame, humiliation and horror.

Simon was always aroused by these sessions, but she was dismayingly aware that his passions were particularly inflamed on the occasions when she was made to suffer pain. When the sessions were only sexual, he would generally not join in--unless the client requested that he do so--until the man had left. Then he would strip and take her with his usual intensity, praising her for her docility and submission, telling her he loved her, rousing her own passion until she couldn't hold back and, despite all her conflicting emotions, found herself clutching at him and climaxing violently in his arms.

But when the client abused her, hurting her and making her scream and cry and twist in anguish, Simon's lust would appear uncontrollable, and he would take her wildly, often while the other man continued to torture her, battering at her body, his hands and mouth devouring her writhing flesh, seeming to draw extra strength and stamina from her suffering. Although her pain and agony usually prevented her from coming at those times, there was still that tiny bit of her somewhere beyond it all that could not help rejoicing in his passion for her.

She knew, when she was able to think about it, that her unquenchable love for this strange man was as sick and twisted, in its own way, as was his for her. She knew it would destroy her, perhaps even kill her, if she did not leave him. But she also knew she could not live without him.

Something had to give.

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Simon gave another dinner party, this time only for his male friends. Some of the men he invited had been among the guests who had attended the previous gathering; others were new. He did not bother to bind or gag her for their titillation this time, nor did he require her to undress for them; in fact, she was naked from the start. By now she thought she should have been used to having strangers see her nude, but she was not. The impulse to cringe from their stares and glances, to cover herself with her hands, was still almost irresistibe, though she knew better than to give in to it. Simon had her kneel at his feet as he stood at the door to greet the arriving guests. Those who had been there before had last seen her in just that position, kissing their feet as they left the house. Now, at Simon's orders, she did the same as they entered.

As before, Simon had her put on an exhibition for them with a servant as an appetizer before dinner was served. By this time there were not many of the staff left whom she had not already been required to service, but one of them was a fat, rather feeble-minded man of indeterminate age named Toby, who functioned as a general handyman, doing repair and maintenance work, plumbing and whatever other odd jobs needed to be done around the house.

Toby was none too clean at the best of times, and at the time Simon had summoned him into the dining room he had been working down in the basement, helping to restore an abandoned corner of the place which had once been a coal bin. He came into the room covered with dirt, soot and sweat, and stood there in his grimy work clothes, looking around bewilderedly at the glittering company in which he found himself. But when his glance fell on Elaine's naked body, his eyes began to gleam, and a foolish grin spread over his face. Even Toby, she thought wretchedly, must have known how Simon had been giving her to the entire house staff, must have known his turn would eventually come.

She had steeled herself as much as she could to the prospect of this latest evening of public humiliation which Simon had so casually arranged, determined to get through it with, if not dignity, at least stoicism. But her gorge rose when Simon, after directing Toby to take off his clothes, had remarked on his need of a bath, and had then instructed Elaine to bathe him--with her tongue. To lick his filthy body all over until it was clean, and only then to complete the job by taking his penis in her mouth and sucking him off, as the guests looked on. It was as though, as with her pain, his lust for her degradation, rather than diminishing with time, as she had hoped, was growing more intense, requiring greater suffering, further shame, more extreme measures to satisfy his need.

Thoughts of rebellion flashed through her mind. But that would mortify Simon in front of his friends. He would surely punish her for that. But then, he punished her routinely now. He no longer needed a reason. Besides, if she just left, as he had always said she could, she would not be there for him to punish. But all the time she knew she was kidding herself. She would not leave. She could not leave. As long as she was alive she would belong to Simon, and she would do what he wanted.

As long as she was alive.

She shut down her mind and went to her knees beside Toby's now recumbent form. She heard the gasps and murmurs of the watching company as she began to lick the grime and sweat from his body. Toby squirmed and giggled. It took a long time, but the guests showed no impatience. She licked him clean, from his face to his feet, having him turn over so she could get at his back. And his ass. Several times she thought she might vomit, but she fought the feeling down. Then she had him turn back over, and she took his very hard phallus in her mouth and exerted all her skill. It didn't take long. When he came, she raised her head at Simon's command so the guests could clearly see her swallowing his sperm. In spite of herself there were tears rolling down her cheeks.

This time Simon did not make his guests wait until after they had eaten to experience the pleasures of Elaine's mouth. Even as the main course was served he had her crawling under the table as before, sucking off each guest in turn while they ate, until she finished just as the repast was coming to an end. After the table was cleared, he had her get on top of it and spread herself out, lying on her back, so that any of the guests seated around her could reach out and touch her body, stroke it and play with it. Soon most of them were aroused again, and Simon offered them the use of her, right there on the table. Most of them accepted, stripping and taking her roughly on the hard surface while the others looked on, calling out exclamations, cheering them on or just watching in silence. A few preferred to use her mouth again, and one man asked Simon if he could take her anally, to which Simon assented. Elaine bore it all as stoically as she could, blocking out as much as possible all thought or emotion, although again she couldn't help the tears that occasionally seeped from her mostly closed eyes.

Two or three of the men, however, being shyer than the others, chose not to take her in this public manner. Simon understood. "Not everyone has a taste for exhibitionism," he murmured. "But have no fear, gentlemen. I will eventually be lending Elaine out for individual use, and if you wish you will be able to spend a night with her in the privacy of your own home."

This was too much for Elaine. "Simon, for god's sake!" she gasped weakly. But the minute she said the words she wished she hadn't. She saw Simon's face change.

"I apologize for my wife's recalcitrance," he said flatly. "It is most discouraging to me that she is apparently still not completely prepared to comply with her husband's wishes. Discouraging and embarrassing. After all these months it seems she still requires correction." With this he opened his belt and took it off. "Perhaps some of you gentlemen would be willing to help me administer some now."

Elaine forced herself to sit up. She felt that she might be sick. She knew she should not say anything more, but she had to. But what could she say? There was obviously no reasoning with Simon at this point. Pleading would surely do no good, and would degrade her even more in front of this company, if that were possible. She swallowed hard. "Simon," she got out, with as much dignity as she could muster, "may I speak with you alone, please?"

Simon's face did not change. "Anything you have to say to me now you can say in front of my friends, Elaine," he said.

It was hopeless, but she had to try. "Simon, you're going too far," she made herself say. "Can't you see that you're destroying me, and destroying my...our..."

Simon's hard eyes bored into her. "Our what?" he demanded. "Our marriage? I don't think so, Elaine. What I am attempting to do is to strengthen our marital bonds, and I must do it in my own way. Our love? Again, no. My love for you remains as strong as ever." In spite of herself, her present circumstances and everything else, Elaine couldn't help feeling a thrill deep inside her at those words. "As, I believe, does yours for me," Simon continued. "If not, as I have often told you before, Elaine, you are free to leave at any time. Even now." He paused, waiting. He was showing off now, demonstrating to his friends the power of his hold on her, knowing, as she knew, that she could never leave him as long as she lived.

But she could not live like this. She could not.

When she didn't move, he went on. "Now, Elaine, my friends are waiting, and you can do one of two things. You can either get off the table, go upstairs and get dressed, and then leave here forever; or you can lie down, turn over onto your stomach and allow these gentlemen and myself to punish you for your disobedience. Which will it be?"

She didn't know how long she sat there unmoving, but it was probably not as long as it felt to her. Then, slowly and stiffly, she lay back down on the table, and a moment later turned herself over onto her front, her breasts crushed beneath her against the hard surface, her face turned to one side, away from Simon. Her arms stretched out automatically, her hands clutching the sides of the table. She wasn't crying now; it was as if her tear ducts had dried up, along with the rest of her. As if she was already dead inside.

But she couldn't help letting out a startled cry as Simon's first blow cracked loudly across her buttocks. It felt harder than any he had given her before, and when he hit her again she was sure of it; though his manner before his guests was as calm and deliberate as ever, he was furious with her, and manifesting it through the savage wielding of the belt. She clenched her teeth together and tightened her grip on the table edges, determined not to cry out again. But it was no use. Simon lashed her half a dozen times, on her back as well as her buttocks, and the pain was excruciating. After that he handed the belt on to his guests, at least half of whom had no compunction about using it on her. Each one who hit her did so at least twice before passing the strap to the next man. Some of the blows were relatively light, but many of the men whipped her with all their strength, the belt slashing into her back, buttocks and thighs. Try as she might, she couldn't hold back her moans and cries, and before they were finished she was screaming with each blow, her body twisting, her knuckles white as she clutched frantically at the table to keep herself from reflexively turning over to avoid the pain. If she did that she was afraid they still wouldn't stop.

When it was over most of the guests were ready to take her again. Simon gave them free rein, and this time they pulled her off the table onto the floor, where they set upon her. Soon she found herself being used by two men at once, and sometimes three, and by now they were less inhibited, their lust less restrained by the presence of their host, her husband. The lingering pain of the whipping made the ordeal a continual agony in every way, but through it all Elaine was again aware of the deadness inside her. Simon had already killed her spirit, her soul. All that was left was her body.

And, god help her, her love.

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Again Elaine crawled to the door and remained kneeling there, kissing the feet of the guests as they departed. When they were all gone, she felt Simon's hand in her hair, cruelly pulling her up to her feet. His face was a mask of rage, and she was afraid he was going to hit her with his fist, but he didn't.

"You disgrace me, Elaine," he gritted, his hand still in her hair, twisting it painfully. "I despair of you. Will you never learn to be a true wife?" He flung her from him then, and she staggered back and fell to the floor. She expected him to fall upon her, to take her with the savage mixture of love and fury that he usually showed to her after shaming and torturing her before others. But he turned away from her. "I don't want to see you any more tonight," he said. "You are not worthy of sharing my bed." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Toby has undoubtedly gone back to the cellar," he said then. "Toby may be an imbecile, but he is an invaluable man, since he knows nothing but his work and cares nothing about the hour when there is a job to be done. He deserves a bit more of a reward, I think. You will go down there, Elaine, and spend the night with him. Tell him he can do anything he wants with you, all night long, as long as he does it in the cellar. The cellar seems a good place for you right now, Elaine. Perhaps I'll keep you there permanently. We shall see."

And with that he walked out.