Bitch Owned - The Odd Throuple
Polk barely slept. Went to work at five AM. Physically and emotionally drained. Immediately she worked on the paperwork sent by the realtor. Followed by twelve hours of hard uninterrupted work. Trying to bury her newfound emotions.
Text from Cassandra. "Go home now."
Entering Polk was shocked to be confronted by Johanka. How did she get in? Polk froze. Johanka stepped up to tower over her. Polk barely came up to her breasts.
"Mistake. Strip!" Polk knelt naked. Shivering.
"Look at me." She did. Watched as Johanka drew back her left hand. The blow was immediately followed by the right. Polk managed to stay kneeling. Stunned. Her eyes couldn't focus. Johanka yanked her head back by the hair. Leaned down nose to nose.
"You are my pain doll. Want to be in our life? I will destroy your body and brain. Suffering turns me on. Stand up. Spread your legs. Hands behind your back." Johanka stepped back. Polk looked into her cold eyes and smirking mouth.
"A good pain doll asks for it." She wiggled her booted right foot. Face transformed into a big grin eyes sparkling.
"Please Ms Johanka"
"God! Say 'God please kick my putrid cunt'." Polk was shaking with fear. She could not quit the sick path.
"God please kick my putrid cunt." Johanka stared, letting Polk's fear build. Then drove the toe of her boot squarely up into Polk's pussy. She collapsed into a ball on the hardwood floor.
"Old. Ugly. Aberrant. Stupid. Bitch." She spat on Polk and left.
Polk only made it through the week by focusing on Friday. She could show Cassandra her value at the closing. It was difficult to concentrate with the pain. Ass was recovering. Her hands and swollen pussy ached badly. Her heart ached over Cassandra. And could not stop thinking about Johanka's menacing promise.
Several texts from Cassandra instructing Polk what to pay for. A local moving company. Some oddly named company with a Greenwich Village address. Finally two bank transfers of one million dollars to her owners. Polk wondered how long before they totally drained her. She had about thirty million in banks and investments. It was now under twenty.
Closing started at one PM. Polk launched into her barrage of demands, criticisms and corrections. Lawyer on the other side didn't blink. He'd been doing NYC real estate for over thirty years. This was just typical closing bullshit abuse.
Cassandra let it go on about ten minutes.
"Ms Polk a moment in private. Please excuse us for five minutes." Cassandra led her out to another room.
"Bitch. Get this done quickly and nicely. Jo will correct you later."
Polk complied. Cassandra received the house keys.
They met Johanka at the house. Movers and deliveries started showing up. While Cassandra managed those Johanka took the naked woman up to the loft. Polk was scared shitless.
Polk assisted as Johanka put up some hooks and a pulley into the center crossbeam. And some eye bolts into the floor. It was quite hot. The attic fan was not running. She was already sweating but resisted asking Johanka to turn it on.
Johanka threaded a long piece of heavy clothesline through the pulley. Fear built as Polk started to imagine what these things were for. Johanka positioned her below the pulley. Cuffed her hands together with two thick leather wrist cuffs. Tied the clothesline to the connector chain. Drew her hands up taught as she stood flat footed below it.
Polk felt a moment of relief. She could stand straight up hands over her head like this reasonably relaxed.
"Be quiet while the workers are downstairs." Johanka put a gag on her. Johanka fastened ankle cuffs. Spread each leg over to an eye bolt and attached them. Now Polk's legs were spread a couple of feet. Most of her weight was on her arms and shoulders. Even pushing up with her toes didn't relieve it.
Johanka left her like this. Polk heard the door below to the stairs close and lock. She panicked a little. How long? Already thirsty and sweat was rolling off her.
