Free Contrasts by Charles Arnold Page B

her head, “No, I don’t.”
    “It’s an anal plug.” She showed Ann the tube. “This is KY jelly. Your lube your ass with it and then shove in the plug. It widens your hole. Keep it in except when you shit.” She held up the two larger plugs. “When the small one feels comfortable, go to the next size. When that feels ok, shove the big one in. Most black men got real thick cocks. Unless your hole can take them they gonna rip it, so it’s best if you do what I’m sayin.”
    She put the plugs and KY back in the bag and dropped it in Ann’s lap.
    Watts pushed himself away from his desk and stood up. “It appears we’re finished here,” he said. “You belong to us now, Mrs. Gardner. Remember your grandparents out on Long Island. Remember the whipping post here in this room.”
    Rona ushered them out.

Chapter Five
    Journal Entry
    Ann is in the bedroom sobbing. How could I have gotten us, especially her into this terrible mess? I can’t believe how heartless Watts is. He showed us a whipping stage and said if Ann fucks up even in some small way she will be whipped. He told her that her ass would be fucked and gave her plugs to widen it. I’m afraid she might go crazy or become suicidal. Because of her shyness, our sex has never been very good. I don’t think she’s experienced an orgasm. She never complained. It seemed the less sex the better. Until today I’d hardly ever seen her entirely naked, except a quick glimpse now and then. But this afternoon there she was naked on her knees with her hands behind her neck looking up at that fat bastard, Watts. By then my cock felt like it might explode! Why was that?
    Even now, writing about it, my cock is getting stiff. What’s wrong with me? Am I some kind of a pervert? Watts said I might like seeing Ann abused. He’s wrong. I love her; love her with all my heart. I might kill the guy abusing her is more like it. The first guy is coming here later this evening. I’m supposed to do whatever he says and so is Ann. I believe Watts when he talks about harming Ann’s old grandparents if we violate any of the terms of the contract. I’ll have to remind Ann of that. I’m sure she will object to what this guy tells her to do and maybe even resist. She’s devoted to the old folks who raised her. She couldn’t bear it if they were hurt because of her. Watts gave me an iPhone with a private number so that wherever Ann is, photos and videos of what she’s doing can be sent to me. I don’t know how I feel about that. Also all the rooms in our house have hidden video cameras. Whatever happens here is being taped and fed to a bank of screens in Watts’ office. No doubt he will invite friends to watch. If only....if only I had been more responsible. The further I got into debt the more IOUs I wrote and then started stealing from the stockholders. If I could, I’d confess and go to prison, but that would mean Ann would go to prison as well. If only I hadn’t had her sign those notes. “If onlys” don’t change anything.
    Paul checked in all the rooms. In each one he spotted two or three video cameras that weren’t noticeable unless you were looking for the little red light that indicated a camera was on. As Watts had said there were no cameras in either bathroom. Ann flung herself down on their bed and sobbed, her body heaving, the pillow soaked with tears.
    When she could cry no more she pushed herself up. On her dresser was the box Rona had given her and the plastic bag containing the plugs and KY. Rona had said the man coming here tonight had picked out something she was to wear. From the box she took a shear negligee top. It was completely transparent pale pink. It tied at the neck. A band of delicate lace started at the shoulders and continued down both sides of the opening. On one side of the opening were round pearl buttons. Along the other side were tiny loops which served as button holes. It had full sleeves that buttoned at her wrists. There was nothing