Chapter 1
Darrel James had waited patiently for this day. He had confronted Peggy almost two months earlier with the info he collected on her forgery scheme, and when he revealed the evidence to her, she crumbled quickly. Little by little he had taken more and more control.
His job at the bank gave him more than enough to live on, and the recent additional windfall of cash allowed him to put his devious plan into motion. First, he insisted Peggy continue college as well as quit her job. She had no family to interfere, and her friends were minimal, since she worked all the hours school would allow. He then moved her into his home and funded her clothes and tuition.
His entire plan hinged on her becoming dependent on him. For Peggy, this arrangement seemed a much better alternative than jail. Darrel had spent a lot of time over the last few months covering his tracks at the bank, making sure that all her counterfeit transactions were wiped from the records. He wanted to manipulate Peggy without interference. Eventually he was confident that he would not be a suspect should anyone ever discover Penny's forgeries. Now he intended to claim all her charms and exploit her to the fullest.
When he arrived home she was in the kitchen cooking. Peggy had willingly followed his orders over the last few months - it had been much easier to please him than her boss at her old job. All she had to do was keep the house neat and cook evening meals. The only other stipulation was to keep her grades at the 3.65 she had struggled to maintain throughout her five long years of college.
Tonight, Darrel was about to increase her responsibilities. "Peggy, come here." he called from the living room.
She bounded around the corner and smiled as he came into view, "Hello Sir, dinner will be on the table in five minutes." He was pleased that she was still following the rules.
"Come with me first," he said as he walked toward the spacious den. The enormous house was elegantly decorated with an occasional hint of a female's presence, probably his ex-wife. Darrell turned and watched Peggy's delicate frame draw near before stopping her in the middle of the room.
"Take off your clothes." he said as he sat heavily into an overstuffed chair.
Peggy stood motionless for a moment, not sure if she heard correctly. "Wha... what sir?" she stammered.
"I said take off your clothes. Put them on the coffee table when you are finished." He sounded very matter of factly and his demeanor puzzled Peggy. He had never touched her but she knew that day would eventually come. She stood, rather defeated, and slowly began to unbutton her blouse.
"Don't stop," he prodded, causing her to jump back to reality. She tugged at the fastener on her skirt and it fell away uncovering her toned thighs and flat stomach.
Darrel sat forward in anticipation as she reached behind her and began to unclasp her bra. She finally pulled the material away revealing her lacy covered breasts. Letting the straps slide from her shoulders she held the cups briefly before allowing the material fall onto the rapidly growing pile of clothing. Finally Peggy hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thin panties and slid them down her legs. Completely naked she stood before him, trying to cover her nakedness as best as she could.
Darrel appraised Peggy as she stood in front of him with one arm across her ample breasts and the other covering her pussy. She was young and beautiful with a well-proportioned body. He particularly enjoyed the fact that she was embarrassed to be naked in front of him.
"Go finish dinner," he waved her off and picked up the TV remote. Standing nude and ashamed in front of him, Peggy also felt a little hurt, in an odd way, because he had not forced himself on her. She was glad that he hadn't tried though, and quickly grabbed at her clothes so she could continue with dinner.
"Leave it," he ordered, "you won't be needing clothes around here anymore." Peggy blushed brightly then released the handful of clothes before straightening up and scurrying out of the room. Darrel pretended to ignore her but watched her cute ass intently as is it swayed seductively back toward the kitchen.
They ate in silence while Peggy sat blushing most of the time. He finally made her stop covering herself and now she shifted uncomfortably in her seat while he eyed her displayed breasts. When the meal was over he retired to the living room, leaving her to clean up. Twenty minutes later she emerged from the kitchen.
"May I have my clothes now, Sir?" She seemed a little displeased.
"No you may not, and if your attitude doesn't change you may never get them back."
Peggy stopped short as Darrel turned to her, "You belong to me, I own you. You are aware that I can have you put in jail at any time and ruin your life forever." She was well aware of that fact at all times.
"You are here to please me any way I see fit. Right now I want you to suck my dick."
Peggy inhaled sharply as she heard his demand. She knew from the looks he was always giving her it was inevitable, but now that the actual moment arrived, she was afraid. He motioned to her and she quietly moved in front of him, dropping to her trembling knees. Opening his pants she fished around until she found his already-hard cock and slowly pulled it out. She gasped at the size before tentatively kissing the head.
"You do know how to suck cock don't you?" he asked smiling down at her.
Actually she had a few ex-boyfriends she agreed to have oral sex with, but none had a cock this size! She opened her mouth as wide as she could and stretched it over the bulbous head.
Moving slowly Peggy managed to get most of it in her mouth and began to bob up and down rhythmically. Running her tongue along the bottom she gagged slightly as the shaft thickened even more. The continuing motion was having the desired effect on Darrel and he began to moan with every stroke. He grabbed a handful of her hair and gently pushed and pulled in time to her efforts. As he began to climax he held her tightly and bucked wildly as he spurted in her mouth.
Peggy could not move as he was still clutching her hair, making it impossible to drop his rapidly softening cock. She decided swallowing was better than suffocating, so she gulped down his warm cum. Finally he let her go and his limp and satiated dick slid from her mouth.
"From now on you will not wear anything while you are in this house unless I say differently. Do you understand?" Peggy solemnly nodded her head as the realization hit her - She would be his private whore forever and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it!
Chapter 2
Darrel sat quietly, only half listening, as Bob drabbled on about nothing in particular. Bob was also a bank officer, on the same level as Darrel at a different location, and the two frequently lunched together. Usually he enjoyed the company, but today Darrel had other things on his mind.
He acquired a large sum of cash that had to be laundered, somehow. His thoughts turned back to the recent events that allowed him to "rescue" Peggy and simultaneously rip off a drug dealer, whilst pointing the blame elsewhere.
Having a huge amount of cash at his disposal was exhilarating at first... until he realized he couldn't spend it! He had to devise a way to get it back into the system without being caught by the police, or the drug dealer. Using the bank he worked at was out of the question. He had to find a business that handled large sums of cash legally.
"Prescott Manly was in today," Bob was saying, "he must be back in town for a while."
Darrel was suddenly alert. Prescott Manly was a famous tycoon who moved from city to city building his empire.
"What did he want?" Darrel probed.
"He opened a line of credit, and get this," Bob paused dramatically, "he paid for the penthouse suite at the Wilkins Arms Hotel for a month in advance! Do you know what that costs?" He was obviously pleased he had some information that sparked Darrel's interest.
"A lot, I'm sure," Darrel mumbled. From then on he tuned out Bob and began working on a plan.
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For the rest of the day, Darrel mulled over his idea and by the time he was ready to leave work, he felt like the plan had taken shape.
He quickly made his way home and Peggy greeted him as he entered the house. She followed his instructions of the day before, standing naked with her hands at her side. He could smell dinner and was suddenly very hungry.
"Get dinner ready, now." Darrel said as he walked past her and through the kitchen. "We have some things to do tonight." Peggy froze for a second, thinking this would finally be the night that he took her. He noticed her fretful look and laughed.
"Don't worry," he said, "we need to go out first. Then maybe we can think of something else to do later."
Peggy kept quiet but her mind was running a million miles per minute. While setting the table she pondered the past few months. Having sex with Darrel didn't frighten her any more. At this point she was ready to do it and get over the constant anticipation. She realized that the stress of not knowing when it might happen had begun to arouse her, even when she only thought about him.
The prolonged wait had taken on a type of extended foreplay that left her in a state of confusion. Most men only wanted one thing and they wanted it as quickly as possible. Then again, Darrel wasn't like other men.
He returned to the dining room a few minutes after she had finished setting the table. He was now freshly showered and dressed in comfortable clothes. She waited quietly until he motioned for her to sit down and enjoy dinner. Peggy's cooking was improving and he complimented her on her efforts. They might have been any of a thousand couples sitting down to dinner after work, had it not been for her nudity.
He seemed a bit preoccupied and rushed through his meal. She quickened her pace as well, so she would be ready if he wanted her to do something for him. He politely thanked her for the meal and strode quickly down the hall, leaving her to clean up.
She had just soaked the dishes in the sink when he called her. Peggy stopped her task and headed down the hall, only to find him in her room. Displayed on the bed were several dresses and a few pairs of shoes lay on the floor.
