Renting Ginny

“What the hell have you done!” My eyes snapped open, and in an instant, I was awake and staring up into the blazing eyes of the madwoman, bound and determined to hold me captive in her lair. “You stupid, stupid, dumb-ass fool!” she screamed, slamming her fists into my already battered body. I scrambled to reach for the blanket, but she quickly snatched it away and tore it off the cot altogether. “Get your fucking ass up and clean up this mess now!” she screamed, eyes bulging in a way that only added to her maniacal look. “I n-need some clothes. And-and some sh-shoes.” I shivered uncontrollably but it wasn’t from being cold. “Not until you clean this shit up. Ugh!” she snarled, making like she was going to strangle me. “You’re lucky I don’t beat the crap out of you, Ginny.” “You already did.” “Yeah, well, if you don’t want it to happen again, get off your ass and clean this mess up.” I struggled to my feet. “Now!” “The chain won’t reach, Anina. You need to unlock it. It’s the only way I can do a thorough job.” The tall, slender woman pulled a key from the pocket of her suit jacket and unlocked the tiny padlock that secured the chain to the support pole. Next, she roughly shoved me back on the cot so she could reach and unlock the leather band from my ankle more easily than with me standing on my feet. I studied her from the corner of my eye. This time she wore a dark blue pantsuit with a bright orange blouse. Her hair was bound in a French braid and reached nearly to her waist. Her makeup was perfectly applied as usual, and she smelled like a rose garden. Weren’t the crazy ones supposed to be ugly? Disheveled? Stink like hell? “Now get your ass moving,” the German woman growled as she freed my sore ankle. I gingerly stepped through the shattered pieces of glass, careful not to step on any, and gathered them up one by one. “Throw them in this bucket,” Anina said, handing me a bucket. It hurt to stand upright and then to crouch back down, but somehow, I managed to pick up all the shards of glass. I handed her the bucket. She took it so roughly from me, I thought the pieces of glass would once again shatter to the floor. She placed the bucket by the foot of the stairs. I sat back down on the cot, and then she said, “Get up. You’re not done yet.” Again, I struggled to my feet as she crossed the basement and yanked an old-fashioned mop from the corner of the room. Then she rinsed it in the bathroom sink and brought it over to me. “Mop up the coffee you wasted on the walls and floor.” I took the mop and slowly trudged back over to where the coffee had splattered. She stepped ahead of me and snatched the coffee pot up off the floor and then I proceeded to mop the cement gray walls and floor. She watched me all the while I worked and when I was done, I turned to face her. Her eyes were alive with lust. They were still alive with plenty of anger as well, but this time around, there was plenty of desire to go with that anger. And I was determined never to let her touch me ever again. I squeezed my legs together and held the mop in front of me, though its skinny handle hardly covered my ample chest. She tore her lustful gaze from my bruised and aching body and went to retrieve my laptop from the other side of the room. “Can I see that, please?” “No, you cannot. Get your ass upstairs.” I wasn’t sure if going upstairs was a better thing or not, but I figured it must be at least a little better, as it had windows one could actually reach. Even if I were allowed to walk right up to the basement windows, they were still overhead and out of reach. “Heute!” “What?” I asked, not understanding a word of German. “Today.” I hurried ahead of her and up the stairs as fast as I could, sensing her eyes that bore into my bare ass along the way. “So,” I said in the cheeriest voice I could muster, “how long have you been in America?” “In the shower!” she snapped. I hurried to the bathroom, but she wouldn’t let me close the door. Therefore, I had no choice but to do as she commanded. I reached for the shower knobs and adjusted the water to a suitable temperature. I then stepped into the tub and under its soothing spray, which felt better than I expected it to feel. I also felt like I was being watched, despite the dark shower curtain I stood behind. But not for long. After a few minutes of enjoying the hot spray of water, I was just rinsing the salon-purchased shampoo from my hair when the curtain was quickly yanked open. There stood a naked Anina. She stepped in beside me and took the bar of soap from my hand. “I’m so, so, sorry,” she muttered. “Sometimes I don’t know what gets into me.” “Oh, it’s okay,” I said, faking a smile while stunned at the sudden change in her. “You got something in mind for that bar of soap?” “I sure do,” she said, lathering her hands up and then caressing my every nook and cranny with her long-fingered hands. My body tensed as soon as she touched me, and I fully expected her touch to be rough, even brutal. But instead, I found her firm yet gentle massaging hands to be very relaxing, along with the cleansing soap and water. Remembering the situation I was in, though, I refused to let myself enjoy what I might otherwise have enjoyed very much. She continued to caress me. Before I knew it, I was unable to keep the promise I made to myself. Almost against my will, I spread my legs further, hands placed on the tiled wall in front of me for balance. She pulled me against the front of her as her hands reached around to my front to caress my breasts and then even lower. I placed one foot on the side of the tub to give her even more access to that special spot between my legs. “Oh, Ginny, Ginny, Ginny,” she moaned over my shoulder, breath hot against my cheek. I turned my head, and her lips met mine, mouths fleshing over hungrily. Anina spread her legs and pressed herself harder against me. Hips grinding in unison, she fingered my clitoris with her thumb and slipped a forefinger inside my slick pussy, driving me crazy with need. I had abandoned all sense of reason and no longer seemed to care that the person driving me wild with ecstasy was the same person who had kidnapped and beaten me, not to mention getting me into God knew how much legal trouble. My body tensed. I moaned as I climaxed. Heart pounding, body feeling sweaty despite the water that cascaded upon it, I nearly slumped against the wall in exhaustion. I didn’t know if she had cum as well but frankly, I really didn’t give a damn whether or not she had. She stepped out of the shower’s spray and wrung out her hair. “Don’t be long,” she told me before stepping out of the shower altogether. I turned the water off and wrung my own hair out. After I towel-dried myself off and wrapped my hair in the same towel, I crept into the adjoining master bedroom in search of my clothes. But none of my belongings were in their usual place. I yanked the towel from my hair and wrapped it around my body. Then I proceeded to cross the room and exit through the other doorway that led into the hall. I wanted to know where the hell my stuff was. Then I almost walked right into Anina as she entered the room. She too, was clad in nothing but a bath towel. “Where’s my stuff?” “You’ll see,” she said, nudging me onto the bed in a much gentler manner than she had downstairs on the cot. “But—” “Shhh, no buts. Just enjoy yourself.” But that was easier said than done, as she had her way with me a second time. This time, I did not cum, but was fairly certain that she did as I lay on my back with her face nestled between my legs. “Come with me,” she ordered when she’d had enough of me. “Where are we going?” I said, shakily rising to my feet. “We’re going to eat, and then you’re going to be chained back downstairs. You’ve lost your upstairs privileges for a while, I’m afraid. Once you can prove that you can behave, then you’ll earn the right to rejoin me upstairs.” My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as all sense of logic and the reality of my situation returned full force.