Becky’s Repairs, Part 4
News of Becky’s pending divorce occupied most of the route’s discussion that morning. Linda quickly fanned the rumors beforehand as Becky knew she would. When the discourse died down, Paula couldn’t hold out any longer.
“I ‘ave some news! Arnold and I are expecting!”
The collective shriek scared off a flock of pigeons and annoyed several others playing chess in the park. Paula's announcement ignited excited chatter among the group for the remainder of their route. When they had arrived back at the cul-de-sac, Paula managed to pull Becky aside.
“Congratulations again love! I’m so happy for you and Arnold.”
“Thank you, we’re so excited! Arnold’s taking a position at President and then retiring! Which brings me to a sticky wicket. His mum’s elderly and alone… and we thought it’d be a good idea to move her in with us and help with the baby.”
“Sounds brilliant.”
Paula leaned in and whispered with embarrassment, “Well, I have a certain piece of furniture that I need disposed of. And I can’t exactly chuck it on the curb,” referring to her wooden spanking stockade at the foot of her bed. “I can’t have his mum seeing it. If Justin is around to your place today, I wondered if you would spare him to help me out?”
Becky restrained her intrigue, “Of course. I’ll send him first thing.”
Later that morning Justin disassembled Paula’s furnishing, trundling it out covered in canvas drop-cloths and into his truck bed. Becky peeked through her blinds, the bulk of the item whetting her curiosity. Her plans for the day altered, she packed a bag of items for later. Justin drove back to his flat where Becky turned up nearly an hour later.
“Why do you help me?” Becky was earnest but shy about her question, guessing what the answer might be.
Justin was in the middle of attaching hinges to a length of wood. “I dunno. It was just, I guess I knew what you were going through. I was… You said something about, like, trusting someone completely and then having your heart crushed,” recalling the moment from years before. “Maybe I wanted to live vicariously.”
She set her designer bag, filled with erotic items, near the door. Becky mused with a small smile how she’d come to lean on Justin more than she’d appreciated. Though, she knew changes would be coming soon and quickly. She pondered Justin’s response as she watched him.
“There! What do you think?” Justin stood back with screwdriver in hand, looking at the assembled stockade. Becky slowly walked around it, running a finger lightly along the top. She could only imagine what Paula got up to in this thing.
“…Could I try it?”
“What?!” Justin scoffed. While he was privy to Paula and Becky’s kinky predilections, using one another’s equipment seemed to cross a line. He didn’t know what else to say other than to give Becky an incredulous look.
“I want to try it. I’m not asking for whatever Paula’s in for, but I would like to see what it’s like.”
“I’m not going to… I can’t…” Justin couldn’t figure an end to his remonstration without compromising Paula. Frustrated, his face reddened. “Look, it just seems wrong.”
Becky turned on her sexual charm just to goad him. “Wrong? I like being wrong.” She swaggered her hips as she walked slowly towards the bed. He swallowed hard as she knew just how to get him. “Why don’t you show me just how wrong I am.” She began unbuttoning her blouse with a cunning pout, keeping her eyes on his scowl. She could see his gears turning as his ears turned red, never mind the swelling down his trouser leg.
After a brief consideration, his will failed. “Fine, but only for a little bit. I got things to do.”
“Oh?” She let her top fall off her shoulders revealing a white lace bra.
Justin tried not to look as he prepared the stockade. “Yeah. The landlady at the pub said she’d put the Stanley Cup on if I fixed a few tables and chairs. The Wild are playing today.”
She couldn’t help herself and continued to poke at him. “Oh, are they from Wisconsin?” knowingly giving the wrong answer as she sat on the corner of his bed, slyly stripping her denim jeans off, one leg midair at a time.
He gritted his teeth as he looked at her perched with her fingertips on her knees and toes on point, baring her curves in her underthings and ankle socks. “The Minnesota Wild.”
“Oh,” indifferently as she offered her hand. Justin was annoyed as he helped her up. “What time does your little game start?”
Guiding her into the restraints, he closed the first over her ankles, which kept her legs spread nearly two feet apart. “I’m supposed to fix her stuff about an hour before the puck drops.” He closed her neck and wrists in place next. The position put a slight strain on her elbows, knees, and shoulders with her back arched. The hasps closed, he asked impatiently “There, satisfied?”
“They aren’t locked. It isn’t real if they’re not locked.”
Justin frowned, getting irritated as he looked around. Finding a set of carabiners in a tool bag, he snapped them into the hardware. “There. Done?”
She gently pulled at the restraints, testing her captivity and giving Justin a bit of a tease. The padded leather around her extremities and neck were cool at first, but her skin warmed them quickly. It wasn’t overtly uncomfortable, but rigid and unyielding. “You’ve never told me anything about your ex-fiancé.” Though immobilized, she prodded him.
“What?”
“Your fiancé. That night we met in the pub. You never mentioned her again.” Becky knew what she was doing. Buttons were to be pushed after all.
“W-Well I told you everything already.”
“No. Quite the contrary. I only know she cheated on you, broke your heart, and you scarpered. Was she so awful that you two couldn’t share the same continent?”
Justin unconsciously bawled his fists as he turned slightly away. “Look, I already told you. I wanted to start over.” His brow was furrowed as he looked down. “She, she…”
While Becky faced the floor, she could make out his figure in her peripheral vision. Despite his muscled physique, his body language betrayed a hurt young man, desperate not to spill anything. “What was she like? Was she beautiful? Bratty? Did she wait on you hand and foot at the end of the day?” Justin gave a strange reflex which Becky noticed. “She tug on your little heartstrings? Did she do and say all the sweet little things boys like you like?”
Justin glowered as he glanced at her. He turned away with a long sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. The words came slowly, “She was it. And she took… everything.” There was another long pause as he slowly paced behind Becky. “She was a ten. Platinum blond, long legs,” he smirked “gorgeous tits. A real firecracker. She had me twisted around her finger. Not all at once but… damn, she was fine.” Becky listened to a long story involving big money going to a young man’s head, meeting a fast girl who was out of his league at a club, showing her off to his coworkers and friends. “Mom tried to warn me. Said if she wouldn’t cook a lick, she could still help herself to the eggs and butter. But I didn’t listen.” He sneered with remembrance, “I was coming home to a gorgeous babe in lingerie and a smile handing me a stiff drink every evening.” Justin’s fists were beginning to ache. “…Never saw it coming.”
She replied with some snark in a sing-song way, “Were you so blind? Pretty little plaything played you like a harp?”
Justin shot angry eyes at her, “Hey!” SMACK! “I did right by her!” Becky winced and let out a small whimper. A large, reddened handprint radiated heat from her butt cheek. “She had everything she wanted! Clothes! Jewelry! I even leased her a BMW! I gave her everything! It wasn’t enough! She had me every moment I wasn’t at work! I wasn’t the ‘jealous boyfriend’ either! She went out whenever she pleased! Didn’t even have to lift a finger.” He was furious with himself. Becky could do nothing but listen to him vent while contemplating the smarting pain from her derriere. He’d fallen right into her plan.
“Of course it wasn’t enough. You’re just a simple country bumpkin, aren’t you. Used and kicked to the curb eh pretty-boy?”
Justin was near livid, “Who are you to talk, bitch! Your tubby lump of a husband is having girls half your age behind your back and here you are!” He kicked her bag toward her, spilling the contents on the floor. The objects caught his eye as he heaved with anger. “Matter of fact, you can just shut your mouth and think about how you have to use me just to get off.”
Before he could get the large red ball gag into her mouth she retorted, “That’s right I use you, whore!”
Justin’s visage was rage, as he stuffed the gag into Becky’s mouth though she offered no resistance, the leather straps biting into her cheeks. A black leather blindfold was roughly pushed down over her eyes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Justin’s powerful strikes to both her buttocks stung all the more. She could sense he wanted to yell some more but he merely huffed loudly as he grabbed his jacket and a bag of tools before stomping out the door, slamming it behind him.
As Becky heard the lock turn, she thought to herself, “Ouch! I forgot how touchy he can get! All according to plan though. Hopefully he’s not gone too long. I should have looked up how long a hockey game is.”
Becky used her time in isolation thinking over Justin’s reactions and what to say next. She became aware of a thin string of drool streaming from her bottom lip as she heard traffic bustle outside. She also began to map events utilizing the stockade for a trap of her own. The blindfold blocked all ambient light, at times she couldn’t tell if she was awake or asleep. Time became anathema as panicked thoughts sporadically went through her imaginings. Her head and wrists slumped in their confines as the sway in her back began to elicit an ache. She tried to rock her knees to alleviate the pain from them being pressed into the thin padding. Becky took very mindful note of her predicament and compartmentalized the sensations. She reflexively perked up when she heard the lock turn and door close. Her limbs autonomically jerked at their restraints as she slowly twisted her back side to side to relieve the stiffness.
Justin pulled the blindfold off. “Hey, um. Sorry I got mad. I get really… I don’t like talking about her.”
The ball gag was removed. Becky worked her jaw as it became overly stiff while forced open for such a prolonged period. Justin took notice. She took a long moment before peering up at him. “Is that what happened? She twisted your nipples a bit and all you could do is throw fits like a spoiled child? Couldn’t take care of business, could you. Puppet on a string and you were only too happy to dance for her.”
“What the fuck’s with you? You want out of this thing or what?”
“Why, so I can pat your head and make it all better? You’re the same little boy as the day we met.” Becky wasn’t sure how many more sharp prods she could keep lobbing at him. “You’re just my paid toy. Oh, don’t pout. It really doesn’t become you. Bet she got tired of that too.”
He wound up to give her another smack but stopped short. Justin grimaced and went to his toolbox. “You know, I only came back because the first period was over. I was going to invite you down to watch the rest of the game.” There was further rummaging before he came back and crouched down in front of her. The silver duct tape gave a shuddering noise as he ripped a piece and slapped it over Becky’s lips. “Fine. You wanna be a bitch. I’ll treat you like a bitch.” Two more pieces X’d over the first, ensuring no more snark from her.
SMACK!
Becky couldn’t help but make a muffled yelp through the tape as the forceful smack to her bottom singed atop the previous welts. She heard Justin rummage through her things before hearing a tool chest drawer open and close. Becky merely looked at him as he stammered under his breath, “You’re wrong, fuckin’…” With that he pulled her bra down exposing her nipples. “You wanna keep at it, fine.”
Becky gave a high long squeal as two old wooden clothes pins strictly pinched her areolas. The shock of instant pain went straight to her brain as she jiggled, trying to shake them off though they stubbornly refused. He next pulled her panty aside to push a wired bullet vibe against her clit, turning the thumbwheel somewhere between low and medium. Another piece of duct tape secured the control to the back of her left thigh. She pitched between moans of pleasure and squeals of smarting. She would have enjoyed the stimulation in Paula’s old stockade if the pain from her nipples hadn’t blunted the pleasure. Justin moved back around to Becky’s eyes as he held up a small, polished brass object that sort of resembled an oversized bullet attached to a string.
“You’re gunna fuckin’ learn. You wanna bring up old dirt?” Justin moved behind Becky as she wondered what was coming next. He applied lube to the metallic object as he ominously stated, “This is a plumb bob. It’s usually used to check a structure’s level.”
Becky felt her panty pull down from the back. “MMOooPff!” The cold tip surprised her like an electric shock as it pushed into her starfish. “MMmmhOOm! MMOOm!” Though she resisted, her butthole slowly stretched as the tool slowly succeeded in gaining entry, her pussy gushing with surprising wetness. Becky continued to protest and squirm as it widened her forbidden spot, her feet and hands contorted wildly as her tits jiggled all the more. It slowly entered as he twisted it back and forth. Becky was abashed at the abruptness of it, her mind at odds with the unique sensation the intrusion wrought from her. Justin finally held it in place at its widest gauge. Becky continued to shamefully moan. Finally, she gave a squeal of surprise as she felt herself envelope it as it sank within her anus. Her eyes went wide as she felt the weight of it inside her push her sex against the vibe in her panty.
Justin stood and grabbed his coat, whispering under his breath, “…such a bitch.” He checked his watch. “Damn it! Second period’s almost on.” He took one last look at her half out the door. It closed, and he was gone again.
“MMMooommm! Mummph!” Becky bawled unintelligibly through the tape without a care if flat neighbors would hear. Her breathing rapid, she eventually calmed and took stock. “Well, ya get what you ask for. ‘Thou shalt not both, though that thou were wood, be master of my body and my good.’ Still, he was nice to tape me instead. No blindfold though. Hmmm…” She mindfully noted her feelings and the helplessness of her situation, trying not to let her emotions overwhelm her original intent. She began to sweat as her quim contorted and warmed quite comfortably. The vibe kept constant and unyielding waves of pleasure tickling her clitoris, soaking her panty and hastening a cold sweat. Her body shook with pleasure, aching, and chill, goosebumps sprouting over her skin. The tool in her anus had a filling effect, pushing against her sex as she attempted to use her kegels to find some relief, to no avail. She gave wails of exclaim and despair as she was constantly edged. The one excruciating bright spot was when her right nipple became clammy enough, the clothes pin finally slipped off with a satiating clatter. The immediate pain of blood coursing back to her areola throbbed for a bit and her nipple remained sensitive to the very air.
A digital clock, at an obtuse angle to Becky’s line of sight, presented only the prospect of elapsing time. The constant edging from the vibe was beginning to drive her mind wild with lust and frustration. Becky tried slipping her wrists from her restraints to press the vibe against herself harder. But even with the perspiration around the leather padding, she was continually stymied. The high pitch of her moans mixed with annoyance as her body bucked and twisted in the confines. Finally, after enough unspecified time came the loud thudding of heavy feet up the exterior stairs. The lock slowly turned. “Huh. Enjoying yourself, eh?” The cool air breezing in through the doorway ratcheted up her chill as her breathing was ragged through her nostrils, trying to keep control over her trapped body. The door closed, and Justin sat on the edge of the bed with his fingers interlocked, “Game’s close. Couple of fights.” Becky’s senses picked up a minor slur in his monotone voice and the hint of brown ale. “Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Becky didn’t respond as her back swayed slowly side to side. “Yeah… she was a bitch alright. Fuckin’ slut.” Justin was looking at the floor, the only sound the vibe humming away inside Becky’s panties. Justin leaned over to grab the string from the plumb bob in her ass. “…to be with that asshole from work. My good friend… always watching out for me.” He gave a slight smirk and gave the vibe’s thumbwheel, the remote still taped to the back of her thigh, a quarter turn up.
“MMemmph!”
“Yeah, I was a fool and yeah, I ran away. But you’re wrong. When you’re blamed for losing a company millions, it’s not like I had any prospects after that!” He gave the line a jerk as Becky let out a surprised yelp. Where she had wanted it out of her bum at the start, the tug elicited repeated shudders in her naughty bits. She became all the wetter with the stimulation as Justin continued to give slight tugs to the line. The tool’s weight and movements gave her unique and forbiddingly perverse pleasures. “I had to get away, to move on. I thought I was. But… you fuckin’ call me your whore.” A stronger tug ensued whereupon Becky screamed. She could feel the metal object pull at her and yet her starfish refused to let it go. “Reduced to this… Maybe that’s what I am, to all of you eh? No more than a… handyman.” Another equally strong yank of the string brought tears to her eyes. Her quim trembled on the edge. Justin looked dismal and depressed as he stood up. “I should get going. Third period’s gunna start and game’s tied.”
Justin gave a strong slow pull while he gathered up the string. “MmmOOOHhph!” The plumb bob began to crown though Becky’s anus refused to give it up as she screamed until finally it popped out. Becky felt an orgasm build as her pussy flexed, unaccustomed muscles contributing to the effort.
Justin gave the thumbwheel another slight turn up. “Don’t cum too much, bitch. I’ll be back after the game.” He gave her ass a couple of playful pats before setting the tool in the sink as he went back out the door.
Becky listened hard to the footfalls down the outside stairs as she nearly sobbed. “Oh God! No, no, NO! OOOHhhhOO!” She’d just made out the very last of his footfalls when the first orgasm hit her like a lorry. “OOOOh! God! Fuck Me! FUCK, FUCK!!” Her confines kept close control over her extremities as her body jolted, making the wooden frame pop and creak. “MmooMM! Mumph! Mumph! MoooMMPH!” Her orgasm gave her body a tremendous shudder as the second clothes pin finally gave way, spinning away from her on the floor. The smarting brought her out of her delirium while the explosion in her quim slowly subsided. Though, the vibe incessantly nagged at her now sensitive clitoris. Becky had no other thoughts than to flex, twist, and shake her body to relieve the provocation somehow.
She became aware of her juices spattering through her panty and onto the stockade, mingling with the beads of sweat that came off her skin. The next orgasm built rather quickly as Becky became a wildcat trying with all her might to either break free or fight her own body for control. She spasmed, screamed, jolted, and moaned as wave after wave of tortured ecstasy drove her pussy and brain wild. Her eyes rolled back as she lost sentient thought. A long low moan loudly escaped and her pussy gushed forth another orgasm. Once subsided she yelped and scuffled against everything as the waves kept up their siege. Drool ran from her lip and snot from her left nostril as squeals pealed through the air. Becky lost rational thought in the dimming light of late day. She was inured to any other sounds or anything within her sight. Her body merely jerked and reacted as she raggedly breathed and moaned in despair.
Maybe it was an hour, maybe twelve. She couldn’t tell any more than she could remember her middle name. One lucid thought did come to her between the pulses her body freely let loose. “…Ooh No! Amazing how stimulation of one spot can reduce a girl to rubble! Ughnn…” Either blacking out or losing consciousness between forced orgasms, time traipsed by.
The room was dark, but she slowly became aware of a figure standing over her. She also became slowly aware that the vibe had been turned off. Her clit still buzzed like a seasick sailor. Her nostrils pick up a strong smell of brown ale and gin hanging in the air. Becky heard pants unzip and looked up slightly to see Justin’s half engorged cock. “Ssshe was a slut...”
Normally Becky thought Justin was attractive to look at. But drunk, he was a shadow of himself. His feet slid across the floor as he moved behind her. His hand at first tugged at her panty before more force was applied tore from the right hip. “Used me and went to the, the next.” Coming more into her senses, Becky was disgusted at how he was sliding into his words. She felt a less-than-stiff prick press against her soaked throbbing pussy lips. Fingers fumbled under his member as he struggled to push inside. Becky was revolted as she felt like livestock for breeding. A hint of a sob came, “She used me, and t-took. That’s… All she did was take.” His meager penetration was insulting. He wasn’t fully hard and given his inebriation, his movements were perfunctory at best. She took note of her humiliation as Justin continued, “And to… and to take everything and go with HIM!” SMACK!
“Humph!”
“Fuckin’ whore! HE fucked me over too! Thaaat fucker!” Justin’s bucking sped up until he stopped abruptly. Cock in hand he staggered around in front of Becky and gathered a handful of her hair. Her neck was craned up to see Justin’s pained face on the verge of tears, his other hand vigorously stroking a weak cock. She was less than impressed, nothing felt sexy or fun about this evening. “Fuckin’ bitch… UUgghrr! Ughn!” The spirting ropes of cum were not well aimed and went into her hair, over one eye, and down her nose. Justin released her. Becky faced back down, willing the ejaculate to stay out of her eyelid and nose. Justin made some mumbling nonsensical comment as he staggered to his bed, flopping atop the covers. After a few moments, a soft snore was all that could be heard.
Becky kept one eye open as she flexed her wrists and ankles. “Ugh! In for a penny in for a pound… If I didn’t care for him I’d give him a smack bottom and then some!” She turned her head to moan through the tape at him, trying to get his attention but gave up. He was down and out. She thought more about Justin’s heartache and decided to leave it. Her mind turned to the sensations, what happened to her, and her feelings over the course of the evening. Becky wished she had a notepad to write them all down, as well as some additional ideas that came to her. Eventually, though her body was sore she could stay awake no longer, resigned to fitfully sleep as she was.
“Oh shit!” The words hit her ears like a wet dishcloth. The rattling of carabiners and hasps was a welcome nuisance. “Are… are you okay!?” The leather peeled from the skin of her neck and wrists. Quickly, her ankles were freed next. Despite the removal of the stocks, Becky found it difficult to move. “Here. Let me help you.” She felt large warm hands on her torso.
Everything was stiff. “Mmmm…”
Justin lifted her. Becky swayed on her feet. He gingerly rolled the tape from the left side of her mouth to the right. She gave a large gasp. “Shit! Sorry I…” Slap! Becky landed a surprised wallop on his left cheek though it wasn’t overly powerful.
“That’s for getting pissed. What time is it?”
“What? Uh, 3:30.”
“Just…” Her left eye was stuck shut from his cum shot. “Just get me in the shower.”
Steamy water poured over her face and body as Justin stood behind with a sorry expression. He was hungover and annoyingly apologetic. Becky was in a tired, savage mood. “Shut up will you.” Both rinsed and toweled off. Justin was sure she would leave straightaway but was surprised to see her in his bed. “Come here, be quiet.” He bashfully spooned against her. Though her eyes were closed he knew she was still awake. He felt too guilty to sleep. Becky took in a long inhale as she clutched his arm, “She’s not using you anymore Justin. Nobody is. Time to stop running.” And then she was out.
“Good. You’re up.” She thought she was going to feel guilty about influencing him into one last job, but after last night that was off the table.
He felt like crap as he rubbed his eyes, “What time is it?”
“Time for lunch. You could do with a jacket potato. Now, I’m going to ask you to do some things for me.” She held out a glass of water and some aspirin. “I’m going on holiday for a bit.”