Author's Note: This is a slightly shorter, but more extreme, version of the story posted on boundanna.com.


Part 1: The Stocks

Please don't stop," Jazmin cried. "I'm almost there."

"I'm sorry Honey, I'm done," Viktor replied, withdrawing his penis from his wife's vagina.

"Please Viktor, just a couple more thrusts."

"Honey, you don't understand, when we men have shot our load we go soft. We're done; there's nothing we can do about it."

Jazmin was frantic with frustration. She desperately wanted an orgasm and was so close to the edge, but there was nothing she could do to get there. She was standing bent over at the foot of their king-sized bed, her neck and wrists trapped in the stocks that formed part of the footboard. There were five holes, the center holding her neck and the adjacent two her wrists. The two outer holes were empty; Viktor sometimes used them to trap her ankles at night.

Jazmin was a slender and attractive girl in her early twenties. She was nude except for her high-heeled platform shoes. Her legs were held apart by a spreader bar fastened around her ankles, the position designed to give Viktor easy access to her. Her waist showed the marks of something that had been fastened tightly around it. Her large breasts hung down, and her bleached blonde hair fell down around her face.

Viktor was a large man in his late twenties. He was naked except for an unbuttoned shirt through the front of which projected a prominent beer belly. He had once been handsome, but had neglected his health and his appearance.

He retreated into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later carrying a shiny steel chastity belt. As he was draping its rubber coated waistband around his wife she cried, "Viktor, please don't put that thing on me. Not tonight, please."

"I'm going away tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? You never told me. Where're you going?"

"The usual; China. There's a quality problem with the factory over there. I've got to sort it out. You're getting fat; pull your stomach in." Viktor made this last remark as he struggled to close the waistband of the chastity belt.

"How long will you be gone?"

"I dunno, maybe three weeks, it all depends."

"Three weeks! Oh Viktor, I can't stand wearing this thing for three weeks. Please don't put it on me, I'll go crazy. I'll be good, I promise."

Viktor grunted as he forced the front shield up to the waistband and clicked it into position. "I know you'll be good, that's what it's for. It'll give me peace of mind knowing you're safe."

"Safe from what? No one's going to attack me."

Viktor didn't answer, so Jazmin continued. "Viktor, I haven't touched myself for eighteen months, I've been good, give me a break."

Viktor clicked the two padlocks into place locking the belt firmly in position and stood up. "I know you've been good for eighteen months, and I know the reason why; it's because of these metal panties." He tapped the chastity belt. "If you weren't wearing them you'd be rubbing yourself like crazy. That's disgusting, that's not natural."

Jazmin didn't reply, she knew he was right. The thing she wanted most at that moment was the freedom to masturbate to a climax.

Viktor unbuckled the straps around her ankles and then slid back the bolt holding the stocks closed. He lifted the top part of the stocks on its hinge, releasing Jazmin and allowing her to stand up. She could feel Viktor's semen trickling down and trying to find its way out of the small holes in the steel band blocking the entrance to her vagina. She bent down to remove her shoes and then hurried into the bathroom to try to clean herself as best she could. She had begged Viktor to let her bathe or take a shower without the belt, but he was unyielding, he only removed it to have sex with her, which was usually once a day.

She was frustrated, angry at Viktor, and worried about the prospect having to endure three weeks without sex. She was a little afraid of Viktor who was much stronger than she, but decided she had to confront him and try to make him see how unfair and unreasonable he was. But her thoughts were running all over the place and she changed her mind and decided instead to try to turn him on. It was very rare for him to have sex twice in one day, but it had happened. If she succeeded in seducing him then she would almost certainly reach orgasm, she was so aroused.

She dried herself as much as she could and returned to the bedroom to find it empty. She put on her half bra, the one that forced her breasts up and her nipples out. She put on seamed nylons and a garter belt. She finished with black high heels and the French negligee he liked.

She went downstairs and found Viktor drinking a gin and tonic. He had poured two, and offered her the second. "Wish me luck," he said. "This trip's a big one. It could mean a lot of money; enough for me to retire."

"Darling," Jazmin said, disappointed that Viktor had not reacted to her outfit, "I thought you said it was to solve problems with the factory."

"Yes," Viktor replied smoothly, "If I can get the factory running efficiently it'll mean a lot of money for us."

"Won't you miss me when you're over there," Jazmin purred moving her hips seductively and pouting.

"Of course I'll miss you. I always miss you when I'm away from you."

"Even when you're in the arms of those, those girls?"

"Honey, we've been through this before. If we men don't have sex every day it's very painful and unhealthy for us. Our semen builds up and puts pressure on our balls. We have to have sex, unlike you women."

"It doesn't seem fair, you having sex every day while I'm locked up in this thing. Why can't you let me enjoy myself?"

"Now honey, I know it's hard for you to understand, but I don't enjoy myself when I'm with those girls. All I think about is you. I just have sex with them to keep myself healthy for you. And you know it's sinful for you to rub yourself. God made us to have sex in one way only, all the others are perversions, are sins, and if you indulge you will go to hell. I'm looking out for your best interests; I want us both to go to heaven."

Jazmin was silent, she couldn't think of any counter argument that would cause Viktor to change his mind, and she knew that if she kept arguing he would become angry, and she very much feared his anger. But she knew that if God had meant for women to go for long periods without sex he would not have given them the intense desire she was now feeling.


Part 2: The Intruder

Two weeks later Jazmin was awakened in her bedroom by a rough hand clasped around her mouth and pressing her head back down into her pillow. It was dark, the room dimly lit by distant streetlamps shining through the curtains, and she could barely see the outline of her attacker. He spoke with an accent, "Don't scream or I'll kill you."

She struggled trying to move the muscular arm that was pressing down on her when the man slapped a stinging blow across her face saying, "Lie still."

She froze, terrified by what was happening.

"Now I'm going to remove my hand. If you make any sound I'll slit yer throat to silence you and you'll die right here." The man slowly reduced the pressure on her mouth and then removed his hand entirely.

Jazmin wondered what he wanted, was he going to rob her, or did he want to rape her? For the first time she was glad she was locked in a chastity belt.

"Good girl. Now let's take this real slow and easy. That way nobody gets hurt. I'm going to ask you a couple of questions. Answer them truthfully and I leave. Lie to me and I'll start cutting little pieces off you." He pulled the sheet down, exposing her nightgown. He pulled its top down exposing her right nipple. "I'll start with this little baby, it'll hurt like hell. Then maybe I'll cut your nose off; you won't be so pretty anymore."

"What do you want?" Jazmin asked. The man seemed to be talking like a second rate movie actor, and seemed more interested in frightening her than in rape or robbery.

"Where's the Frogman?"

"Who? I don't know any Frogman."

Jazmin saw the glint of a knife as one hand pressed her forehead back into the pillow and the other hand moved the knife to her throat. She felt its point press into her and became convinced she had only seconds to live.

"The Frogman, you know, the guy who fucks you every night."

"Viktor? You mean Viktor? He's in China."

"China my ass! We know he's not there. Come on, tell me where he is or I'll press this baby home."

Jazmine felt the point of the knife sink deeper. "He told me he was going to China. He's been there many times. Something to do with a shoe factory."

"Shoe factory? The Frogman couldn't tell a shoe from a shithouse. Listen babe, one more chance before I start cutting into you, where's the Frogman?"

"Please sir, I've told you all I know. You must've got the wrong house. My husband's name is Viktor, and he really is in China. He told me. I've never heard of the Frogman."

"Well the Viktor part adds up," the intruder said removing the knife from Jazmin's throat. "But listen bitch, yer dear hubby ain't no shoe salesman, he's a courier. You know, he carries things. Well, last thing we knew he was carrying something that belonged to us out of Columbia. My problem, and it's now your problem, is that he didn't deliver the goods. So now we need to find him and get our stuff back. In the meantime, I'm going to look around this little love nest of his to see what I can find." The man noticed the stocks at the end of bed. "Now isn't this convenient, here I was looking for some rope and I find these doozy little stocks. Slide down and put your feet in these holes."

Jazmin slid down and spread her legs wide preparing to place her ankles in the outer slots. As she did so her night gown rode up exposing her chastity belt.

"What the fuck is this?" the man said reaching down and touching the front of the chastity belt. "Do you have the key for it?"

"No Viktor always keeps them with him."

"The slimy little bastard!" the man said with a hint of admiration in his voice. "Well I've changed my mind. Put your head here," he said indicating the neck hole. "No, face down and put yer hands here." He dropped the top of the stocks trapping Jazmin's neck and wrists, and then bolted it closed. "Well Viktor blocked two of your holes, but he can't stop me using this one," the man said touching Jazmin's mouth with the back of his hand. He unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out. "Now suck me good bitch, and no biting. If I feel yer teeth I'll cut your ears off. If you bite me I'll cut you so yer mother won't recognize you and you'll wish you'd never been born."

"Please sir, I'm new to this. I've never done this before. I won't bite you but I don't know if I can open my mouth wide enough."

"Try your best bitch. Just remember, use your tongue, don't let it lie like a dead duck, make if flap like an eagle's wings."

Jazmin opened her mouth as wide as she could. The intruder grabbed her hair, pulled her head up and inserted his penis. It tasted sweaty; he obviously hadn't bathed that day. Overcoming her revulsion, Jazmin began to lick the bottom of his penis.

"OK bitch, close your lips around me and suck."

Jazmin did as she was told and the man began to move his penis back and forth. She felt his penis getting larger and harder and he moved faster. Suddenly she felt something squirting into her throat. She wanted to cough and spit it up but resisted the impulse. She stopped licking but the man didn't seem to notice, he was grunting as he came.

Finally the man stopped moving his penis and pulled out of her mouth. Jazmin gasped for air as the man said, "I felt your teeth bitch, but I'm in a good mood. If you stay here and don't make a sound while I look around the house, maybe, just maybe, I won't cut your ears off."

Jazmin tried to calm herself and relax after the man left the room, but the position was not comfortable; if she relaxed the wooden stock pressed painfully into her throat. She had to hold her head up. This became harder to do as time passed. The man seemed to be searching the house thoroughly; she could hear the sound of things being overturned and thrown about in other rooms.

Finally the intruder returned and ransacked the bedroom, pulling the drawers out, dumping their contents onto the floor and searching through them. After emptying all the drawers he spoke to her. "Well bitch, I ain't found nothing. But tell me something, do you like that husband of yours screwing around and keeping you locked up? Why don't you leave him?"

Jazmin didn't feel like answering but decided the best course of action would be to act friendly. That way the man might leave without mutilating her. "Well, I don't think I like him as a person any more. But I like his penis; I don't know what I'd do for sex if I left him."

The man grunted as if to say he couldn't understand her stupidity, and then said, "I'm going now. I can do one of two things; I can slit yer throat, leave you like this, or let you go. Which do you want?"

"Please sir, let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Of course you won't. We have informers in the police. If you report this to anyone, me or one of my buddies will come back and then we'll start cutting. When we're done they'll need a jigsaw expert to figure out who you were. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"I'm going to release this bolt. I don't want you to move for half an hour. Can you do that?"

"Yes sir."

"I'll be watching you to make sure you to keep yer word." The man undid the bolt to the stocks, but didn't lift it and then left the room.

Jazmin remained still for fifteen minutes, afraid to move. But the position became so tiring, she lifted her head slightly. When nothing happened she lifted the board, and was free.

Shaken and in shock she went downstairs and found the house in a chaotic mess but empty; the intruder had gone. She poured herself a drink to steady her nerves, and decided to postpone cleaning up till the next day. She also decided she would not report the intrusion to the police, she would not be able to identify the man, and if what he had said was true it would only cause trouble for herself and her husband. She wondered if Viktor really was a drug courier rather than a shoe company executive. It made some sense; he had never invited her to any company function, or even brought home sample shoes. She began to see what a blind fool she had been.


Part 3: The Package

Two weeks passed with no sign of Viktor and no telephone calls from him. Jazmin tried calling his cell phone but there was no response, she assumed it didn't work in China. She realized she didn't know his work telephone number, nor the exact name of the company he worked for, so couldn't call them to see if they had heard from him. She began to suspect he was in hiding.

She was undecided whether she wanted him back; she desperately wanted her chastity belt removed so she could relieve her sexual frustration, but she didn't want Viktor himself back. She now thought of him as a lying bastard who had deceived and used her for the two years of their marriage. She decided she wanted a divorce and wondered how she should go about getting one. Viktor could be violent and she worried that he would hurt her if she even suggested it.

Three weeks after the intrusion a package arrived in the form of a cardboard box. The postmark was Miami, Florida. Curious, since she knew no one who lived in Miami, she opened the box to reveal a realistic life-sized metal sculpture of an erect penis complete with balls, mounted on a board and framed. She gasped in surprise wondering who could have sent her such a thing.

At the bottom of the parcel was an envelope. She ripped it open to find two keys and a typewritten note. The note read:

We found these keys in the Frogmans pocket and thought they might belong to you. We are also returning the only part of him you liked. We had it bronzed to preserve it. You can hang it on your wall as a decoration or use it as you see fit (it can be pulled off the board). And thanks for the blow job. Pretty good for a beginner.

Horrified, Jazmin touched the metal penis. It looked like Viktor's, but she couldn't be sure; he had never let her look at it closely. She grasped it and it popped out of the frame. She picked up the keys and with growing excitement, tried them in the locks of her chastity belt. They fit and the belt fell to the floor.

"Well Viktor," she said as she moved the head of the penis towards her eagerly awaiting lips, "I don't ever want to hear any more excuses about you being too soft."