Part 2 Beth
When I returned to the living room Beth was sitting on the couch. I took a seat in the chair facing her and started asking about her past, and how she found herself in this situation.
"Well, it started when I met your father. I fell in love right away and just knew he was the one I wanted to marry. He was already in the Assassins, before they formed the company Santana Acquisitions. The club rules were much the same as they are now. I had to agree to be his property, but I thought that just meant I was his lady. He explained to me that once I was in, I couldn't get out. I didn't think much of it at the time, I just envisioned us growing old together."
"Once we were married, I was sent to school for finance and accounting. This was about the time that the club started spreading out from simple narcotics to larger black-market acquisitions. To hold everything under the Assassin name would invite too much scrutiny, so your father and the senior members stood up Santana. On the surface Santana is a property reseller. We acquire goods, be it art to real estate, and we sell it, either direct sales or auctions, and we are known worldwide. Under the surface we deal everything from black market weapons to private security. The Assassins still deal with narcotics, strictly under the Assassins club name. This is so the cops are busy trying to bust the club for simple drugs. It's like a shell game. We get their attention with the drugs while we move everything else behind their backs." I asked,
"Roger said you oversee the finance of the club and the company. Is that true?"
"Yes, that's correct. I was someone they could trust with the money. I was both married to a senior member, and as a woman, they owned me. In fact, giving me this responsibility opened their eyes to training more of the club's women to work for them. We drew less attention than the men did, and they didn't have to worry about us taking off or trying to steal anything. We were a good investment." I asked,
"So, all the club's women are the club's property. What would they do if you wanted to leave?" Beth answered,
"If I tried to leave, they would hunt me down and drag me back. If I were lucky, I would strait up be killed, or retired, as they put it. If they wanted to prove a point, I would be turned into a sex slave and either sold or work in one of the club's pleasure businesses; that doesn't happen much though. When women are brought in, they are indoctrinated and trained. If they are obedient and do their jobs, they have a good life. They can get married, have kids, live in a nice house. They can have that without the fear of losing it due to hardship, loss of job, or loss of their husband. The Assassins take care of them."
"So, you're basically slave labor, just with a better standard of living."
"Yes, basically, but that's missing the bigger picture. We are provided safety and security, something that's hard to get most places. It's not ideal that we don't make our own decision, but once you get used to it, it's not that bad, considering all the perks we get."
"So, what happened when Dad died? Did Roger take ownership of you? How did that go? And what is this I heard about you and Benjamin?"
"Yes, Benjamin. Well, as you know, a woman is given to another man if hers dies, so I was given to Roger. Do you remember earlier this summer, Ben's 18th birthday?" I answered,
"Yes, I attended his party, and we all have a good time playing around in the pool. I was invited over and spent a couple of weeks at their house. Ben had to help his Dad with some work most days, but Ben, Penny, and I spent the nights playing video games and goofing off."
"Yes, well, they weren't working, so to speak; they were over here. Benjamin was being taught how to control and discipline women, and they used me to teach him."
"Yes, that's what Roger said. What did they do?"
"Benjamin could make the rules for me. When you were over there, I was not allowed to wear clothes. I had to call him master and answer him with "Yes Sir," and "No Sir." It was extremely humiliating. He made me greet him at the door with nothing on but my high heels. I swear, that boy has a thing for heels, he wouldn't let me take them off. Anyway, I would have to greet him, then he would take me in the living room and spank me. Sometimes with his hand, but often with his belt."
"Wait, is that why you always said you were sore? I remember you told me you had to help refurbish your office and needed to rest a lot."
"Yes, but it wasn't only from the spankings. Benjamin, somewhere, learned that he liked bondage. He used me to practice. Is this making you uncomfortable, hearing about me being treated like this?"
"I guess it should, but it doesn't. In fact, it turns me on and I'm getting excited listening to you. Is that bad?"
"Well, I don't think you should feel that way about me, considering our relationship. But now that you're my guardian, it's your decision what you do."
"Where was I...Oh yeah, bondage. Roger bought Ben some bondage gear. Often, I was tied up on the floor or table, gagged, with a dildo or vibrator inside me. I was left there for hours so Ben could see how many times I would orgasm. When I didn't orgasm, because those things just don't work for me, I would be bent over the table and whipped with my hands still bound. I had to start faking orgasms just to stop the whipping. Thank goodness that you never came home during any of this, and Roger was adamant that Benjamin never told you."
"Did Benjamin ever have sex with you?"
"Yes, both him and his father. Benjamin would make me suck him off as part of my greeting each day. When Roger would come over, I would have to pleasure him. Many times, I would get fucked by Roger while sucking off Benjamin, then they would switch. This graduated to doing it while I was tied up. I was basically used as a sex doll by those two."
"What I didn't know at the time was Roger was training me as well as Benjamin. Ben was getting used to handling a woman, and I was being taught to be more obedient. The plan was that Benjamin would become my guardian once he turned 18 and joined the Assassins. Before that happened though you would have had to move out and go to college, thus not becoming a member. There was only one spot open in the club and you had first choice because of your father. I didn't want you in the club and just wanted you to have a normal life. Now that's all changed, and that's why I was so upset with Roger."
"You would rather Benjamin be your guardian then me?"
"No, not at all. However, I would have done it so you could have your own life. Now that you're my guardian I have to say that I'm relieved. Benjamin is a good kid, but he has a sadistic side; one that I don't want to see again."
"That's understandable Beth. However, some of that sounded exciting."
"I'm only telling you this because you asked, and as my guardian I have to tell you the truth. I'm not allowed to hold anything back, but I don't want to get you turned on. I didn't know you liked that kind of stuff too."
"I don't know if I do. It sounds exciting and listening to you telling it is indeed turning me on, but I haven't decided anything yet. Did things continue after that?"
"Yes, but not to that extent, and not as often. Roger would come over and see me from time to time. He would ask about work and how I was doing. He would make sure you were taken care of and had everything you needed. After the summer, Benjamin needed his father's permission to use me. I don't know if Roger told you, but no one can touch any woman that you are a guardian of without your permission. Roger had given Benjamin permission to use me only for a short time."
"After that, Roger only gave me to Benjamin a few more times, usually as a reward for something. I would be called to his house and I would be his for a day, night, or weekend. He would use me much the same as he had before, but he had more options at his house. Roger built him his own private dungeon." I interrupted,
"I don't remember seeing that. I've been over there often and have never seen anything that looks like a dungeon."
"And you wouldn't. There is a door in the basement behind the bookshelf. The bookshelf slides out and the door opens to a hallway. There are a few rooms down there, but I only know what is behind one of the doors. I was the one that broke it in." I asked,
"What does it have?"
"It has a sawhorse with bindings, a pully system so someone can be bound by their wrists and suspended from the ceiling, and a giant X with bindings for hands and ankles. Various instruments are mounted around the room, from whips to dildos. It also has a bed in the corner, of course, with bindings on the 4 bed posts. There's even a shower in the room."
"How often has he had you over to use that?"
"I've been taken down there 6 times. The last time was just a few weeks ago. Roger wanted to really reward him for something, so he had me for the weekend. I entered that room on Friday and didn't leave until Sunday afternoon when I came home. Most of the time I was tied up or suspended. When I slept, I was hog tied and laid next to him. He made me give him a wakeup blowjob, then he had sex with me until he got off. Thankfully, I'm on the pill so I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant."
"Once we were done showering, he would tie me to the wall and leave me there with a vibrator inserted, mouth gagged, and blindfolded. I had to wear high heels, which was the only thing I ever wore down there. His vibrators could sense if you tensed up and had an orgasm. If I did, he would get a notification on his phone. I would be punished if I orgasmed because I needed his permission to do that. I would be punished more if I didn't, so I was getting it either way. I had my ass, thighs, and breasts whipped multiple times that weekend. He seemed to take pleasure in whipping me, but he couldn't mark me up anywhere you would see."
"Damn, I'm going to have to kick that boy's ass! You're not my mother, but I don't want to see you abused."
"No, you can't do that. Remember, I was owned by Roger and he could do anything he wanted to, even give me to another man to use, as he did his son. That's the way the Assassins work. Women have no rights. We are here to please the men and do their bidding. If you did that or tried to get back at Roger or Ben, it would end bad for both of us. You must follow the rules as much as I do. I don't always like them, but I follow them. If you break those rules you will get removed from the club and retired. Once you're in, you're also in for life, like me, but you have more rights and privileges just for being a man."
"Now that you're my guardian you set the rules for me. I'm supposed to give you a briefing each day of what I did and answer any questions you have. You then give me directions on what you want me to do. I can't do anything without your permission. The roles have suddenly been reversed for you. I have to work, as do all the women, but beyond that you control my schedule."
"Is that what Roger did for you? Did you have to report to him each day?"
"At first yes, but it became a weekly or monthly check-in shortly after. It just wasn't feasible to have him come by every day. When he wanted me to do something, he told me, and when I had something important to tell him I contacted him. With you living here it's easier to report to you daily. According to the club rules, this is to ensure the women are given guidance and don't step out of line and will always be reminded of her obedience to her guardian. I guess I was used to setting my own schedule and not having to answer to someone all the time, which was why Roger said he should have disciplined me more." I still had questions,
"Where do we go from here? I'm your guardian, but I'm not sure what to do next? Do I tell you when to go to bed? That just sounds crazy."
"If you want to, yes. Basically, anything you set down I have to follow."
"Ok then, I want you to wake up each morning and have my breakfast ready when I come out for school."
"Sure, it will be ready."
"Just like that Beth?"
"Yes, just like that."
"All right. You can go to bed. Have a good night and I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight Rich. Love you."
"Love you too Beth."
Over the years we had gotten into the habit of saying 'love you,' like a real family. Since I didn't have any real family left, I liked it. Did I love Beth? I don't know. It was just something I said that made me feel closer to her and pretend that I still had a Mom. I didn't, of course, but Beth did what she could to make me feel like I at least had someone that cared for me.
I went to my room and got ready for bed. It was late and I had school in the morning. After turning off the lights I laid there and thought about everything that had transpired. Was I really in the Assassins? It was hard to believe. I now had responsibility for Beth and could set the rules. Just thinking that sounded strange, but I'll have breakfast cooked each morning now. That's cool! Tomorrow I'm given ownership of my girlfriend and her mother. That's something I never thought I would hear myself say. I'm really excited about that. Damn, I'm getting a hard-on. I need to stop thinking about this or I'll never get to sleep. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off.
The next morning, I woke up and prepared for school. I could smell the breakfast Beth was cooking for me, and I was getting hungry and hurried myself along. When I went into the kitchen, she was just getting my plate ready. She was wearing her usual business clothes, which consisted of a long skirt and modest blouse. She wore black flats, as she almost always did when she left the house and went mostly barefoot or wore slippers at home. She never did show much in the way of sexiness that I could ever remember and thinking back to the stories she told me the night before, I found it hard to believe that I was looking at the same woman who was used as a sex doll by Roger and Ben.
"This looks great Beth, thanks!"
"My pleasure Rich. Is there anything else before I head to work?"
I began thinking that it's a shame to have Beth hide her beauty behind such dull clothes, and seeing her naked last night really turned me on. I decided to address her wardrobe. I thought about some of the models I saw online and formed my ideas from what I liked the most.
"You know Beth, now that I'm in charge of you, I would love to see you wear sexier clothes. I saw you naked last night and you looked great. I would love to see you wear some clothes that accentuate your best features."
"And what would those features be Rich?"
"To be honest, your breasts, butt, and legs. I saw your ass last night and it looked magnificent. I didn't get a good look at your breasts, but I will have to remedy that soon. How about you go back and change into something that shows some of that sexiness. Oh, and put on a pair of heels too. Your legs are sexy, and I think heels will make them look even better."
"Rich, I don't think that's appropriate, talking about my body like that. I don't think I like where this is going."
Seriously?! Did Beth just tell me no? I was beginning to think Roger was right; she should have been disciplined more. I'm new to this, but I knew that if I didn't establish my dominance it was going to be difficult to control her and make her obedient to me.
"You don't think it's appropriate talking about your body? Correct me if I'm wrong Beth, but that body belongs to me now, does it not?"
"I'm sorry Rich, I just thought with our history you wouldn't be making me do anything like that, anything sexual. I still raised you, and some respect should come with that." I spoke up.
"I'm just trying to figure all of this out Beth but understand something; I want to take my role as your guardian seriously. I will always look after you and make sure you are cared for. However, I was given ownership of you, and as such, I can do what I want. I didn't say you had to have sex with me now, I just thought it would be better if you dressed a bit sexier. I know I would like it, and I'm sure the men you work with may appreciate it also." Beth didn't know when to stop and continued.
"I just don't want anyone getting the wrong idea. I dress conservatively so I don't send the wrong message to anyone that I'm interested in anything but work. Some men may try to be forward with me." I answered,
"It's my understanding that no one can touch you without my permission. If anyone gives you a hard time, or tries anything, you tell me. As far as sexual, yeah Beth, you're sexy. I just love to look at you. I've only had one girlfriend and have never even had sex, not even a blowjob. I'm still a damn virgin. I have a feeling that's going to change soon. But for now, I think you need a punishment."
"No Rich, please! My ass is still sore from last night. Please don't"
"Who said anything about a spanking. For telling me you didn't want me thinking of you sexually, we will do just that. I want you to strip, and while I eat, you will stand in front of me with your hands on your head and let me admire you."
Upon hearing that Beth started to blush. Her fair skin started to turn red, and it spread from her face down to her arms. She started to say something but decided against it. She then unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her white bra underneath. This was a basic bra you see in the store, nothing sexy about it. She took off her shirt, folded it, and placed it on the table. She then reached behind her, unclasped her bra, and pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms slowly, as if she were expecting me to tell her to stop. Of course, I did not, and when she pulled it free, I was able to see her breasts in all their glory. And glorious is what they were. They were not large, but on her small frame they looked bigger. They hung down mid chest, I mean, she wasn't a teenager with firm breasts, and age was causing them to sag a bit. Even with that though, they were beautiful. Her nipples were standing straight out from her areolas, which were about 2 inches round.
"Beth, you have beautiful breasts. I just wanted you to know that."
"Umm, thank you?"
I could tell she was embarrassed, having to first give me strip show, then have me compliment her. I was getting turned on watching her undress, and her embarrassment just added to my arousal. What did that say about me? I told myself I should feel sorry for Beth having to do this, but truth be told, I relished it. Did this mean I didn't care for her? Did I want to see her hurt? She had always taken care of me, always gave me what I needed and then some. I couldn't help it though; my little head was taking over and it was setting a course into sexualizing her.
She reached down and took off her shoes, then placed them neatly on the floor. She then unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down her legs, folded it, and placed it on the table by her blouse. That left her in her white underwear. Again, nothing sexy about these granny panties. I must get her some decent underwear. She then stopped and looked up at me.
"Do I have to take my panties off too?"
"Of course. And I have a new rule; you can never wear those panties again. You will buy some sexier ones. Get some that are high cut and/or thongs, and never white. They can be red, pink, blue, or black. I think those colors would look great on you. Do you have any of those now?"
"No, nothing like that. I've never been comfortable wearing anything like that."
"Well, get used to it. Until then, no underwear."
"But I have to go to work. I can't go to work without underwear."
"Yes, you can, and you will. This will remind you all day to do what I tell you, and this will also make sure you stop on the way home and buy new panties. While you're at it, buy new bras also. Same colors and make them match your panties. They will all be push up bras. I want to see some cleavage, and I'm sure you'll get no complaints at work. Now, drop those panties."