Assassins Mc Pt 02

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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. Beth explained, "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 thought little of it, I just envisioned us growing old together."

"Once I married your father, they sent me to school for finance and accounting," Beth continued, "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 at 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 they know us worldwide. Under the surface, we deal with 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." Beth answered, "I was someone they could trust with the money. I was both married to a senior member, and as a woman, they owned me. 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 an excellent investment."

I asked her, "So, all the club's women are the club's property. What would they do if you wanted to leave?"

"If I tried to leave, they would hunt me down and drag me back." Beth explained, "If I were lucky, I would be killed, or as they call it, retired. If they wanted to prove a point, they would turn me into a sex slave and either sold or work in one of the club's pleasure businesses; that doesn't happen much though. When they bring a woman in, they indoctrinate and train her. If she is obedient and does her job, she can have a good life. She can get married, have kids, and live in a nice house. They can have that without the fear of losing it because of hardship, loss of a job, or loss of their husband. The Assassins take care of them."

"So, you're slave labor, just with a better standard of living." I reasoned.

"Yes, but that's missing the bigger picture." Beth noted, "They provide us safety and security, something that's hard to get in 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?" I inquired, "Did Roger take ownership of you? How did that go? And what is this I heard about you and Benjamin?"

"Yes, Benjamin." Beth sighed, "Well, as you know, they give a woman to another man if hers dies, so they gave me to Roger. Do you remember earlier this summer, Ben's 18

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birthday?"

I answered, "Yes, I attended his party, and we all have a good time playing around in the pool. Susan invited me over and I 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." Beth admitted, "Benjamin was being taught how to control and discipline women, and they used me to teach him."

"Yes, that's what Roger said." I acknowledged, and I asked, "What did they do?"

"Benjamin could make the rules for me." Beth answered, paused, and explained, "When you were over there, I could not wear clothes in the house. 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 to the living room and spank me. Sometimes with his hand, but often with his belt."

I interrupted, "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." Beth explained, "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." I admitted, "It turns me on and I'm getting excited listening to you. Is that bad?"

Beth thought about that for a moment, then answered, "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."

I told Beth to continue. She paused, trying to get her thoughts straight, then said, "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. Ben left me there for hours so he could see how many times I would orgasm. When I didn't orgasm, because those things just don't work for me, he bent me over the table and whipped me with my hands still bound. I had to fake orgasms just to stop the whippings. 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?" I inquired.

"Yes, both him and his father." Beth replied, "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 they tied me up. They used me like a sex doll most of the time."

Beth continued, "What I didn't know at the time was Roger was training me and 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 the 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 than me?" I asked.

"No, not at all." Beth responded, "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." I said, "However, some of that sounded exciting."

Beth didn't look like she appreciated me enjoying her getting punished and tied up. She explained, "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 as well."

"I don't know if I do." I admitted, "It sounds exciting and listening to you telling me is turning me on, but I have decided nothing yet. Did things continue after that?"

"Yes, but not to that extent, and not as often." Beth replied, "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."

Beth went on, "After that, Roger only gave me to Benjamin a few more times, usually as a reward for something. They would call me to Ben's house and I would be his for a day, night, or weekend. He would use me much the same as he had before, but Ben had more options at his house. Roger built him a private dungeon."

I interrupted, "I don't remember seeing that. I've been over there often and have seen nothing that looks like a dungeon."

"And you wouldn't." Beth explained, "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 door. I was the one that broke it in."

"What does it have?" I asked.

Beth replied, "It has a sawhorse with bindings, a pulley system so someone can be bound by their wrists and suspended from the ceiling, and a giant X with bindings for hands and ankles. They mounted various instruments 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 asked.

"Ben has taken me down there 6 times." Beth admitted, "The last time was just a few weeks ago. Roger wanted to 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 hogtied and laid next to him. He made me give him a wake-up 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."

Beth continued, "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!" I shot back, "You're not my mother, but I don't want to see you abused."

"No, you can't do that." Beth warned, "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 badly 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." Beth continued, "I'm supposed to give you a briefing each day of what I did and answer 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 you control my schedule."

"Is that what Roger did for you?" I asked, "Did you have to report to him each day?"

"At first yes, but it became a weekly, or monthly check-in shortly after" Beth explained, "It just wasn't workable 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 they give the women their guidance and the women don't step out of line. I guess I was used to my 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, and asked, "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." Beth answered, "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." I replied.

"Sure, it will be ready." Beth answered.

"Just like that, Beth?" I asked.

"Yes, just like that." Said Beth.

"All right." I announced, "You can go to bed. Have a good night and I'll see you in the morning."

Before leaving, Beth said, "Goodnight Rich. Love you."

"Love you too Beth." I replied, then we walked to our rooms.

Over the years we had gotten into the habit of saying 'love you,' like a family. Since I didn't have any actual 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? I couldn't believe it. 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 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 along. When I went into the kitchen, she was just getting my plate ready. She was wearing her usual business clothes, which comprised 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 showed 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 Roger and Ben used like a sex doll.

"This looks great, Beth, thanks!" I said excitedly.

"My pleasure, Rich." She answered, "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 turned me on. I addressed her wardrobe. I thought about some 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 told her, "I saw you naked last night, and you looked great. I would love to see you wear some clothes that accent your best features."

"And what would those features be Rich?" Beth asked nervously.

"To be honest, your breasts, butt, and legs." I replied. "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? Also, put on a pair of heels. 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." Beth complained. "I don't think I like where this is going."

Seriously?! Did Beth just tell me no? I was thinking Roger was right. He should have disciplined her 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?" I retorted, "Correct me if I'm wrong Beth, but that body belongs to me now, does it not?"

She apologized, "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 replied, "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 I care you for. However, Roger gave me ownership of you, and 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 sexier. I know I would like it, and I'm sure the men you work with may appreciate it as well."

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!" Beth pleaded, "My ass is still sore from last night. Please don't"

"Who said anything about a spanking?" I asked, "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 blushed. Her fair skin turned 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 dragged it down her arms, as if she were expecting me to tell her to stop. Of course, I did not, and when she pulled it free, I could see her breasts in all their glory. And glorious is what they were. They were not large, but on her slight 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.

I complimented her. "Beth, you have beautiful breasts. I just wanted you to know that."