Renting Ginny

I walked out of the bedroom and headed into the kitchen where Anina was studying the contents of the refrigerator. When she saw me, she said, “I haven’t had time to ask you what you like to eat or to pick up some groceries for you, so if you’re not hungry for what I do have, we can order a pizza or maybe some Chinese.” “Okay,” I said, “though I don’t mind picking up some groceries myself tomorrow when you’re at work. It’ll give me something to do to pass the time.” “That’s a possibility,” she said. So was the possibility of her slipping unwanted goodies into anything she put together herself, which made me tempted to suggest ordering something. She closed the refrigerator door. “I’m afraid that all I’m stocked up on right now besides bread and eggs are condiments.” Great! That would certainly cut down on any chances of no-nos being added to the main ingredients. “Well, I do like Chinese quite a bit, actually.” “Me too,” she said. “Kommen mit… Come with me.” I followed her into her office where she sat in her chair in front of her computer. “I usually just order online, and this way you can check out their menu if you want.” After we placed the order, I said, “Uh, I have a problem.” “What’s that, little lady?” Anina said, turning in my direction. Damn, she was hot! Her gaze was a bit on the serious side and even a bit intimidating but that was part of what I felt was sexy about her. I’d always been turned on by women with her type of looks. “My phone is dead and I forgot to bring my charger with me.” She laughed. What the hell was so funny? “Can I either use yours or use your computer until mine is set up so I can at least let people know I’m alive? If I don’t keep in touch every other day or so, they might become worried.” “You sure may, but not until after we eat, if you wouldn’t mind. I don’t want to tie up my phone in case they call about our order. Secondly, I have to send some very important emails of my own right now before it gets any later.” “And yours are more important than mine, I suppose.” Her eyes darkened. “Excuse me, lady, I live here. You are simply a guest in my home. Do you understand?” “Yes, I understand that you’re not very willing to accommodate your guest,” I dared say. Her eyes widened and her face reddened. I was really pushing her. “I feed you, I house you, and now I’m trying to get you off the hook on some serious criminal charges. How is that not accommodating?” “Well, if you hadn’t made it so damn hard to get out of here, I’d be gone, and none of this shit would have happened,” I said, not caring that I was pissing her off. Until she abruptly rose from her chair. “You’re forgetting who’s boss here, Ginny.” She towered over me, then she stepped aside and swept an arm toward the door of the room. “Now, please go make yourself comfortable elsewhere until our dinner arrives and let me do what I have to do. Another hour or two shouldn’t make much difference as far as your contacts go.” Feeling helpless, I turned and walked out of the room. If it weren’t for the bullshit charges against me that I needed her help with, I would never have agreed to return with her. But how did I know she would really help me anyway? How? As gorgeous as this woman was, I did not want to eat with her, I didn’t want to have intimate encounters with her, and I didn’t want to stay in her home either. I stumbled into the bedroom and looked down at my dead cell phone, half hoping it would sense my desperation and come to life all by itself. Then I trudged into the living room, sat on the couch and waited for my so-called master. I also contemplated whether or not I should try to leave again, or if I should tell my parents about being arrested if I didn’t. I really hated to get my parents worried, and they would not only worry about the arrest itself, but they would definitely worry about anyone who slapped me and left me locked in their place so securely that my only way out had been to smash a window. I was suddenly aware of Anina’s presence, which startled me. I hadn’t heard her enter the room. She sat next to me on the couch and said, “Cheer up, babe. You’ll get to make your calls or send your messages, and we’ll have lots of fun tonight.” Not feeling enthused, I said, “But I’m getting kind of tired.” “Dinner will perk you up and give you energy,” Anina said, almost as if she refused to believe that I could be so tired after trying to escape her fortress and sitting in a jail cell for a million hours. The food was delicious once it arrived. I hadn’t realized just how hungry I truly was until I began eating. But why shouldn’t I be? I hadn’t eaten all day. “It’s so good, isn’t it?” “Yes. Thank you.” “You’re quite welcome, my cute and sexy little slave.” I still wasn’t sure I liked being referred to as a slave, game or not, but one thing I did know was that all the food had made me more tired rather than given me the second wind I’d hoped it would give me, and that Anina thought it would give me as well. I yawned and offered to help clean up after we were stuffed with more than enough pork fried rice, barbecued ribs, and orange chicken. “That’s okay, sweetie. I’ll just throw the leftovers in the refrigerator, and you can munch on them tomorrow while I’m gone. Then, when we get back, we’ll both go to the store together. That way, we can get more stuff than you could get by walking there.” “I’d still like to at least be able to go out for a walk tomorrow, so I don’t get cabin fever.” “Okay,” said Anina as she headed into the kitchen with the small cartons of food. “Can I use your phone now?” I called out to her. “Sure thing,” she said, now heading down the hall and into the bedroom. “Come with me.” Although it took a bit of effort, I pushed my weary body up off the plush and incredibly comfortable couch and headed into the bedroom. A soft lamp at the far side of the bed was all that illuminated the large room. My eyes swept the room, but I didn’t see Anina. I assumed she was in the master bathroom and was about to step forward to see if the door was shut when I sensed movement behind me. I spun around to find Anina standing there. She had apparently been waiting for me behind the door. I wasn’t sure what to make of the expression on her face, but I knew it unnerved me. “Still wanna use my phone?” she asked with a sly smile. I nodded, and then I noticed the long black leather whip she held in her hand. “Well, you’ll just have to earn the use of it. Now strip!” “W—what? Is this another one of your jokes?” I stammered. Anina laughed. “I never joke. Haven’t you figured that out yet? Or would you perhaps like to try to take out another window of mine?” Then her face lost its look of amusement and turned to liquid hot anger. “Yeah, you’re still going to pay for that, too. It will just be in my own court of law and not the state’s.” Returning to this sick bitch’s home was a mistake, after all, I realized with a sickening sensation I could actually feel in my gut. A big one. “Why don’t we just forget the phone calls?” I said, backing away from the German woman who obviously had some very serious anger issues to deal with. Issues I wasn’t aware of the severity of until now. This wasn’t just about sex games for the bitch; it was about domination and control. Where they stemmed from, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I only knew I wanted out. “I said, take off your clothes!” I shook my head vigorously from side to side. “N-no way. Not if you’re going to use that thing on me.” Her face softened. “Relax, I won’t hurt you. It’s part of the game. Just get undressed and you’ll see. Then you can make your calls, and we’ll call it a night early.” I wasn’t sure I believed her, but there was only one way to find out if she was telling the truth or not. What other choice did I have at the moment anyway? Wanting to believe in the sincerity of her now playful smile, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. “Looking good,” she said. Next, I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it join my shirt on the floor. “Mmm…” she drooled. “Nicely shaped.” Next to go were my shorts. “Nice flat tummy.” Lastly, my panties. “Turn around, hot stuff.” I turned. “Nice tight, perky little Arsch.” I assumed that was German for ass. I never assumed, however, that she would lash me hard enough with that damn whip that I would cry out in enough pain that I hoped was loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I doubted it, though. The dividing wall was probably a brick firewall, just as Anina had said. Once again, I realized the stupidity of the mistake I’d made less than two hours ago.