A distraught Vivian had showered and donned a robe, she was at the kitchen table, trembling as she scissored her cutoffs to crotch length as the sheriff had ordered. It was 6:30 p.m. and the phone rang.
She walked to the wall and picked up the receiver. George Reynolds' voice crackled in her ear. "Baby, I'm only a few blocks away. I can't wait to get my hands all over you."
Vivian's knees buckled for a second in fear, but she regained her balance. "S-, si-, sir, you're early," she stammered.
"Bet your ass I am," was the quick reply. "Leave the door unlocked, get naked and lay on the bed right now, slut, if you know what's good for you." He hung up before she could answer.
Mortified, but seeing no way out, Vivian walked to the bedroom, hung the robe on a hook behind the door and lay prone on the bed as she heard the sheriff's pickup park in front of the townhouse apartment. Within seconds the front door had opened and shut and she could hear the dead bolt turn. Reynolds suddenly appeared at the doorway to the bedroom, a brown paper shopping bag in hand, and emitted a low whistle as his eyes ran up and down her displayed body.
Vivian cringed and looked away as she heard him set the bag on the floor. It rustled as he reached inside for something then stepped alongside the bed. Before she could pull away, he had grasped her right wrist and was tying it with a necktie to the bedpost where it met the mattress.
"This is all just part of your slut training, bitch," he said, reaching across and doing the same to her left wrist with another necktie taken from the bag.
"Si-, sir, I don't think I can go through with this," a wide-eyed Vivian said as she pulled in vain at the two neckties. "Listen cunt, you have no choice. You've already agreed. I've got the drug and video evidence to put you away for years if you tell anyone. And I checked your background. After that claim of sexual harassment against the bank manager that you later withdrew, no one's going to believe that I forced you into this."
Her weak attempt at backing out of the deal had stoked the sheriff's temper. He reached down and grabbed her shapely right leg at the ankle, cruelly twisting it, bringing a yelp from her throat as he bound it to the knob at the foot of the bed. He then did the same with the other ankle.
"You're mine for the next month, to do with as I please, slut, so get used to it." he spat angrily.
Oh god, Vivian thought, he knows about that harassment charge. I should never have caved in and withdrew that complaint. Why did I let that company lawyer convince me I didn't have enough proof and would have to go through the embarrassment of an investigation with little hope of being vindicated.
Now, totally at the menacing sheriff's mercy, she lay nervously quiet, nude and spread-eagled on the bed, her gorgeous brown hair fanned out on either side of the pillow beneath her head. Her long, tanned legs looked incredible inviting spread wide.
George stood over her, a feeling of power and sexual heat surging through his body as he moved his eyes along her curvaceous figure. Her generous breasts formed near perfect circles as she lay prone, with succulent nipples at the center, the size of a quarter. The firm mounds rose up and down slowly with each of her nervous breaths.
He placed the bag on a bedside end table and removed a white plastic vibrator and a roll of duct tape. The vibrator was in the shape of curved V, with a flat bottom and arched upper surface.
Vivian looked up, saw the objects and gasped, turning away but only able to half twist onto her side. The sheriff whacked her sumptuous right buttock with the palm of his hand. SLAP!
"Youch!" was her only reply.
"You lay down flat and stay still, bitch," he ordered.
She lay rigid and closed her eyes tightly.
George pressed the flat side of the vibrator against Vivian's slightly bulging pussy and wrapped a piece of duct tape across her athletic thighs, holding it firmly in place. She stiffened as the cold plastic made contact with her pussy, then emitted a slight gasp when he pushed the vibrator switch to the low setting.
George pulled a chair from along the wall and sat on it alongside the bed, a Cheshire cat grin on his thick-jowled face. Vivian struggled against the bonds as the vibrations began to affect her, rolling her hips from one side to the other trying to dislodge the vibrator.
"Uhhh, uhhh," she gasped. The effort was useless. She then tried to lie still, but couldn't contain an occasional twitch of her vaginal muscles. She could feel the moisture building between her legs.
She looked over at George with pleading eyes, but he was enjoying every second of her unwanted manipulation by the vibrator. He reached over with his right hand and gave each of her breasts a stinging slap in quick succession, turning both a slight shade of red.
"Oh, please, please don't, please stop it," Vivian said hoarsely, quickly adding a subdued, "Sir, sir, sir."
He smiled. "Glad to see your learning some manners," he said and reached over again, this time with both hands, grabbing her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, giving each a painful, cruel twist, and then pulling the nipples, lifting her firm, hefty breasts up and toward him.
"YOUCH," she yelped loudly, her shoulders coming off the bed a bit and leaning toward him as far as the ties would allow to ease the pain in her nipples. "Oh, oh."
George gave them a last pinching squeeze before releasing her breasts, rising from the chair as she gasped loudly and fell back to the mattress. "I think I'll go get a beer and watch TV for a while, slut, have fun while I'm gone," he laughed, walking away into the living room.
Her tender breasts aching horribly, Vivian tried to lie still, but simply couldn't. The buzzing vibration was relentless. She raised her rear end off the bed and shook her hips to the side, trying to at least shift the vibrator to a different position, all to no avail as it stayed firmly taped directly over her pulsing mound. Her bottom fell back to the bed and as the minutes dragged on, small sobs emitted from her throat, and tears came to her eyes.
"Oh, please," she whispered to herself.
Her vagina began to contract involuntarily, every 30 seconds or so and her sore, reddened nipples hardened. She fought the feeling, trying to focus her on her job, anything else, but within moments the buzzing vibrations regained and held her attention.
For 10 seconds or so, her whole body trembled, then subsided. She could feel the first light beginnings of an orgasm, but that too subsided.
Sitting on a couch in the living room, finishing a beer, George could hear her struggles and his cock was getting rock hard. The beer drained, he took the bottle, walked over to the bedroom door, and stood there. He watched her twist and moan lightly, sob a bit, then quiet herself for a few seconds, then twist and sob more.
"Oh Vivian, you are such a horny slut aren't you? Sheriff George's horny, slut girlfriend, just dying to be fucked by him."
She shook her head from side to side, mouthing a silent no.
"Tell me you need a good hard fucking; that's all you want in life. Tell me that or I'm going to shove this beer bottle to the back of your throat and tape that in place. You're going to say what I want, slut, or you're not going to talk at all."
He moved toward the bed, holding the empty beer bottle at its base.
A wave of fear crossed Vivian's contorted face. She looked at the approaching beer bottle, imagined it forced down her throat, and her shoulders shook from side to side in dreaded anticipation.
"Ss, ss, sirrr," she stammered in a small voice. "I n-n-eed a good fu-, fu-, fuckkkking. That's all I want in life."
He laughed loudly, unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out, setting the bottle on the end table. "Yes, that's a good slut."
He took her right hand, bound at the wrist near the bedpost. "Now I'm going to put my dick in your hand and I want you to play with it slow and easy. Got that slut."
She nodded numbly and closed her hand around his hard shaft, squeezing it lightly and sliding her fingers up and down slowly.
George groaned. He gazed at her incredible, trembling body and his excitement grew. Take your time and enjoy it, he told himself; you've got this beauty to yourself for 30 more days. As she continued to lightly stroke his pulsating cock, he reached between her legs and moved the vibrator switch to medium speed.
Vivian's reaction was immediate. Her hips jumped a few inches off the bed, her vagina spasming. At the same time, she involuntarily clenched her fists, the right hand squeezing his cock tightly.
He responded with a harsh slap across her beautiful face that turned her head away from him. "Bitch, I told you slow and easy. Just can't control yourself can you?"
Tears rolled down across Vivian's dazed face.
"I asked you a question, cunt. Look at me," he said, raising his hand again. With her face stung by pain and the vibrator sending faster shivers through her lower body, a beaten Vivian turned back toward him.
"N-n-o. N-o-o, I can-, can-, can't control myself," she blurted haltingly while resuming a light squeezing of his rod that was now leaking pre-cum.
He pushed his left thumb into her grimacing mouth, past her clean, white teeth. "Suck, baby, " he ordered, his other hand dropping down to roughly manhandle her smooth right breast.
Vivian was becoming totally lost in lust-pain. Her hand kept stroking and squeezing his cock, her mouth sucked hard on his invading thumb. All the while her breast ached as he roughly mashed and squeezed the tender flesh, and that never-ending buzz built an intense heat between her legs.
"Aagh, aagh," she gasped around the thumb, her legs straining tightly, pulling wildly at the ankle bonds.
