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   The $4500 Bondage Slut by Arthur G Thomas

   Brian Perry was one of the few millionaires I actually respected beside
myself.  Five years ago, he decided that marrying a 500-pound rich woman
was an acceptable method to becoming rich.  Not just any fat woman either,
but an insecure fat woman who needed to be fucked daily just to reassure
her huge ass that she was special to him.  Of course, I think he should
take the next step and just murder her like I did my parents, but we all
have our own methods and prices.  He was my kind of people.

   It was July 1, which meant it was time for our semi-annual Slut Breaking
contest.  I met Brian at a new club he had picked, a popular swingers' club
called "Horizons." He had been going there for a couple of weeks, scouting
the area and no doubt fucking as many skinny women as he could.  After
becoming friends with the bartenders and staff, he felt he had picked a
suitable slut for our game.

   "You see that chick over there, the one with the red halter top?" Brian
pointed.

   I frowned.  "The older lady with the short blonde hair?" I checked her
out, trying to see what he saw in this woman.  She was about 5'7", and
nicely shaped for her age.  I guessed her age at 44 and her chest at about
34C.  Wearing a red halter-top and red shorts that clung to her hips, she
was certainly dressed to fuck.  Her hair was very shortly cut yet a natural
blonde.

   "Ok, I would fuck her, but isn't she a bit old for us?" I asked.

   "That's what makes her a challenge," Brian argued.  "I thought someone
her age would appreciate the value of money.  I thought we would try
someone who would go the distance instead of those scared girls we're
always fucking.  The other good part is, she's trying to raise money for a
store she wants to run.  The staff told me she's been hitting up all her
friends looking for investors."

   "Investors?  At a swingers' club?" I said chuckling.

   "I guess poor people go where they think they have friends," Brian said.

   I tapped my glass a few times while I thought about it.  "Friends or
people willing to part with their money for a nice ass.  It's a game, what
are the stakes?"

   "I want a night with your chauffeur, Emily," Brian said.

   Yes, Emily is a worthy wager.  She's my busty, blonde, limousine driver,
and personal fuck toy.  Brian has always admired her leather miniskirt and
tight leather jacket uniform.  He's won her a couple of times, and she's
always complained about the savage spankings he gives her fine bubble ass.

   "Ok, but I want a night with your secretary Eiko," I agreed.  He
growled, but agreed as well.  Eiko is his sweet Japanese secretary and fuck
toy that he uses to make himself feel like a man when his wife rides his
ass.  She was short and extremely small in all her dimensions, which made
fucking her ass the tightest experience you can imagine.

   "I'll have the bartender send Ruthie over," Brian said, and he did.

   Watching her come over, I changed my mind about her.  She had a way of
walking that was very calculated, very sexy.  It would be a good change to
fuck someone who actually knew how to move her hips.

   I let Brian do the talking.  Any man who can convince his 500-pound wife
that she's sexy enough to fuck every night is a much better sweet-talker
than I could ever hope to be.  Women loved Brian with his blonde hair and
tanned looks.  He was a professional gigolo and knew what to do to keep his
livelihood.

   Brian explained to Ruthie that we were rich men who liked to test
women's limits.  More importantly, we were willing to pay to test a woman's
limit.  We would take turns with her, paying her a thousand dollars for
every ten minutes she lasted.  At any time she could quit and we would pay
her out.  Just to sweeten the deal, we would pay her five hundred dollars
just for coming up to our room above the club.

   I'll give Ruthie credit, she didn't blink when we suggested she
prostitute herself for us.  She just listened politely while we explained
it to her.  I had the distinct impression that this thought might have
crossed her mind before.  It's one thing to try to raise money at a club
where you have friends, but it's a bit suspicious to raise money where
people are here to get laid.  For all I know, she might have been praying
for a situation like this to happen.  She was certainly acting too cool to
be offended.

   "So it's like a game of dare, right?" Ruthie asked.  "I can quit at any
time, and you two are trying to push me too far?"

   We nodded.  It's amazing to me how quickly some people adapt to whoring
themselves.

   "All right, let's see some money first," she said.

   We both opened our wallets, and counted out twenty thousand each in
thousand dollar bills.  The dropping of her jaw was priceless.  You could
see her calculating where and how to spend that much cash.  She forgot she
had to earn it all first.

   In only a few minutes, she agreed.  Brian had reserved us a room above
the club and had arranged for our briefcases to be up there waiting for us.
Together we went upstairs and into the spacious playroom.  It was perfect.
A couch dominated one wall, while a large bed sat opposite it.  A small
kitchenette and bar was available, but what really drew my eyes was all the
bondage gear.  There was everything from hooks on the walls to small
benches.  There was even a rack of paddles hanging innocently on a wall. 
There would be no lack of toys tonight.  I only hoped Ruthie would last
long enough to try half of them.

   "Here is your five hundred dollars," Brian said as he handed Ruthie the
money.  She pocketed the cash into her purse, her eyes growing wider at the
touch of real cash.

   "It was my turn first last time," I reminded Brian.

   "That's right, go set the timer for ten minutes," Brian said.  While I
prepared our regulation timer, Brian retrieved our game ring from his
briefcase.  He then explained the rules to Ruthie.

   "This brass ring is the most important part of our game tonight," Brian
explained to Ruthie.  The ring was about six inches in diameter, and made
of real brass.  "Once we start our game, you will have to hold on to this
ring with both hands.  If you ever let go of it, the game is over, and
you'll be paid as much as you have earned.  We'll ignore any protest you
make, and treat you as we wish for as long as you hold the ring.  When we
break you, all you have to do is let go of the ring and it'll be all over.
Understand?"

   "Wouldn't it just be easier if you tied me to the ring?" Ruthie asked.

   "Not at all," I answered.  "We might gag you, or what we do to you might
be so horrible, you'll want to let go as soon as possible.  Besides, by
making you hold on to the ring, any blame you have for what you endure can
only fall on your shoulders.  Just grab the ring when you are ready."

   The older woman looked at the ring with a certain amount of fear, but
also determination.  Brian was right.  She may be older than our usual play
toys, but she was going to last longer because she knew what she was
playing for.  This might be a long night after all.

   Ruthie took the ring in her hands, and I set the timer for ten minutes.
She was on her way to earning her first thousand.  I sat down and watched
Brian make the first moves.

   Brian grabbed her ring and without saying a word led her to the table in
front of the couch.  He stepped up onto the couch, dragging her and her red
heels up onto the table as well.  He then lifted her ring above her head
and slid the ring onto a hook that was on the ceiling.  Ruthie was forced
to balance herself on her high heels while Brian stepped down.  With her
arms stretched over her head, I noticed her body was in great shape.

   Brian brought a knife out of his briefcase, and Ruthie started to
tremble.

   "What are you going to do with that?" she asked.

   "Remove these annoying clothes," Brian said as he slid his knife under
the leg of her shorts.

   "I can take my clothes off," Ruthie said stupidly.  What would be the
fun of that?

   "All you have to do is stand there, hold the ring, and shut up, bitch,"
Brian snapped.

   Ruthie's face paled at his use of the word bitch.  What did she expect?
We were paying for her services.  We certainly weren't going to keep
charming the whore.  She just started breathing heavy as Brian slipped the
knife between her shorts and her leg.  Very slowly, he sawed the knife up,
parting her shorts to the waistband.  He revealed that her tan went all the
way to the hip, with no tan lines visible at all.  When he tore the
offending shorts off, Brian laughed at the sheer black lace underwear she
was wearing.

   "Check out the slut's panties," Brian said, running his hand up her leg.
"The slut was trying to get laid tonight if she's wearing these."

   I studied Ruthie.  Often, some women run as soon as we start
embarrassing them.  Her smile was gone and her eyes were hard.  I suspected
she was going to say something stupid soon.  But one thing was for certain,
she wasn't quitting.

   Brian then stepped up to the table and slipped his knife under her
halter-top.  The flimsy material split easily under his knife and pretty
soon, the remains of the halter-top was on the floor as well.  Ruthie had
chosen a black bra to go with her panties as well.  Brian lifted up her bra
and placed the point of the knife against her skin.  He laughed as she
began to tremble, and took his sweet time as he slowly moved the knife back
and forth against her skin, cutting the bra at her cleavage.

   "You've got a nice rack for an old slut," Brian said as he tossed the
bra to the ground.  "What are they, 34's?"

   "I'm old enough that you wanted to fuck me," Ruthie snapped.  I laughed
at her defiance.

   Brian was not amused.  He wasn't going to win our bet if our slut felt
she could take shots at him.  He cut her panties viciously, while she
looked at him defiantly.  When her panties were free, he stuffed them into
her mouth.  She glared at him, but she knew better than to spit out her
black panties.  I wondered if Brian checked to see if they were wet.  Heck,
I wondered if they were even clean.

   "That'll shut you up," Brian said as he stepped down to gather some more
toys.  "Well, it'll shut you up until we need to use that mouth of yours."

   Ruthie's eyes followed him around the room, her nude body looking quite
good on the table.  With her arms above her head, her breasts were pulled
up slightly.  They looked good enough to eat, and were completely tanned.
They were also sagging a bit, but that's to be expected at her age.  I was
impressed that her tan reached down even to her pubic area, which was
completely bare.  It was a shame.  I like a little hair on my pussy, but
then, buyers can't be choosy I guess.

   Brian returned to Ruthie with some nylon rope, and I poured myself a
glass of wine.  This was going to be interesting.  When Brian gets pissed,
he's great with some rope.  He started by looping the rope around her
waist, forming a belt to start with.  Once the belt was secure, he looped
the rope over her shoulders repeatedly, squashing her full breasts against
her body.  It was like she was wearing rope for suspenders.  Ruthie moaned
as he pulled on her nipples.  He trapped both of her nipples between two
cords of rope, squeezing them and rubbing them with the harsh rope.  They
were already flushing from the pressure and, lucky for Ruthie, the timer
went off.

   "Damn, already?" Brian said.

   "Get a drink, Brian," I advised.  "It'll calm you down.  Nice start,
though.  I think I'll use my paints."

   I opened my briefcase on the table, between Ruthie's heels and directly
under her pussy.  I selected a few colors, and began shaking the bottles.
She looked down on me between her legs, and I could read the questions in
her eyes.  She certainly did look cute with her panties stuffed in her
mouth.

   "This is something I like to do with some sluts," I explained.  "These
paints were designed to be used on the human body, yet are almost
impossible to wash off.  I wrote with them on an accountant once.  She kept
begging me to sleep with her, and I gave in on the condition that she would
wear my name.  Once I painted her, she kept calling me for six months
afterwards, complaining that the paint wouldn't come off.  Are you ready to
wear for six months what I'll put on you?"

   Ruthie stared down at me, open fear and hesitation on her face.  Her
short blonde hair made her look playful, but the black panties in her mouth
made her look like a victim.  She had only earned a thousand dollars so
far, so I knew she had to be concerned about giving up now.

   I decided not to wait for an answer.  Standing up, I dipped my brush
into my blue paint jar, and selected a spot on her body.  I decided to go
for it right above her right breast.  Lucky for me, Brian's cords were very
thin and allowed me the freedom to paint as I wished.  Ruthie shivered as
my cold paintbrush touched her, but she continued to hold onto her ring.  I
noticed her nipples were already becoming raw and tender from the ropes
rubbing them.  In big letters above the curve of her squashed breast, I
painted the word "Arthur's." It was just like I had done to my accountant.

   Ruthie had to know that the paint was going to be with her for a long
time, but still she held on.  Across the top of her left breast, I wrote
the word "Slut." There's always a special feeling when I mark a slut this
way.  I like to know that for months later, they'll be reminded of what
they did for my money.  It's like a receipt.  Better yet, whenever they are
naked with someone, that person will see that they are "Arthur's Slut."

   I next selected some red paints and began work on her thighs.  Ruthie
trembled as the cold brush touched her down there, and she also mumbled
something incoherent behind her gag.  I ignored her.  If she wanted me to
stop, there was only one way to do it, and that was by letting go.  Across
her naked thighs, I painted two cocks, pointing towards her pussy.  It was
crude, but it would be a constant reminder to her of what a slut she was.
Every whore should never forget that their pussy is never their own to
claim.

   Painting is long work, and it takes a while to dry, so I finished my
painting with five minutes to spare.  Since I wanted the cocks on her
thighs to dry, I enlisted the aid of one of the room's bondage toys.  There
was a bar that was perfect for my needs.  It had clamps on each end, and I
snapped them around Ruthie's ankles.  I let her keep her heels.  They were
too sexy to remove.  Now the spreader bar would keep her from closing her
legs, and it would let the paint dry in peace.

   With the remaining time I had left, I got more rope.  I tied the end of
the rope to Ruthie's belt and threaded a cord of it down to her pussy. 
Roughly, I parted the lips of her sex and placed the rope between her lips.
Then I pulled the rope up between her buttocks, and secured it to her belt
again.  I tightened it so that the cord was now snug against her clit, her
pussy, and her ass.  The rope would itch, and possibly turn her on, but it
was impossible for her to do anything about it.  I went to get another
drink, and let the timer run out.  The act of waiting was going to be
torturing enough.

   "Nice," Brian complimented.  "I can't believe she let you mark her like
that.  It's going to be a bitch on her social life."

   I shrugged.  "Whores do what they have to do for money," I said.

   As Brian started his ten minutes again, Ruthie's hips were constantly
moving as she sought comfort from the rope rubbing on her pussy.  Brian
admired the lewd way she was moving, but then moved over to the rack of
paddles.  Ruthie began shaking her head as soon as he selected a large,
black paddle with nice raised studs.  She tried protesting, but the panties
made her complaints inaudible.

   "Hey, slut, if you don't like it, just let go of the ring," Brian
offered as he stepped behind her.  Ruthie tried to turn to face him, but
Brian stopped that.  He stepped on top of the couch, and leaned one foot
onto the table.  His foot came down on the spreader bar holding her ankles,
pinning her feet to the table.  Behind her, where Ruthie couldn't even turn
to see, Brian placed one hand on her shoulder as he brought the paddle down
on her ass.

   SLAP!

   Ruthie jumped, but Brian's foot kept her ankles pinned.  She tried to
lean forward, but it was impossible to do so and still hold onto the ring.
She clenched her eyes and moaned a pitiful noise, but Brian ignored her as
he performed swing after swing.

   SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  Brian paddled her ass hard.  His hand clenched on
her shoulder as he swung, but I don't think Ruthie noticed his hand at all.
Her face was turning bright red as she groaned after every smack.  Ruthie's
body was squirming so much, I knew she had to be rubbing herself raw on her
ropes.  Large rashes were appearing on her breasts, which meant her pussy
had to be suffering as well.

   WHOP!  WHOP!  The sound of the paddle changed slightly as Brian swung up
into her buttocks.  He would have lifted her off her feet if he hadn't
stepped on her spreader bar.  Ruthie sobbed wordlessly under her panty gag
and kept looking expectantly at me.  It was in vain.

   I knew about Brian's home life, and I knew he lived for the times when
he could spank the shit out of some haughty woman.  If she had a problem
with getting spanked, she should have asked more questions before she
agreed to our game.  It was hard to have sympathy for someone who could end
it at any time.  Tears were coming down her eyes, her ass was jumping with
every blow, and her body was arching from the pain, yet she never let go of
the ring.

   Eventually, even Brian's arm got tired.  He didn't waste any time
though. He dropped the paddle to the ground and walked around in front of
Ruthie.  Kneeling on the table, Brian dived right into her sex.  Ruthie
jumped as his mouth devoured her, but then she jumped even more when he put
his hands on her ass.  Again she struggled, but Brian ignored her as he
licked and sucked at her pussy, no doubt enjoying rubbing her sex against
the rope that split her.

   Ruthie was tossing her head in frenzied agony now, but still she held to
the ring above her.  Impressed, I stepped around behind Ruthie.  I saw her
ass, criss-crossed with the marks of the paddle.  Even with Brian clenching
her ass, I could see the welts from the raised studs of the paddle.  I
couldn't imagine the pain she must be suffering as Brian's fingers dug deep
into her red ass.  The rope that split her buttocks was constantly moving
as Brian's mouth tugged and pulled at it.  Ruthie's ass had a tortured
beauty to it, red, swollen, and yet firm and tanned.

   The timer went off, and Brian relented instantly.  He stepped away,
Ruthie's cunt juice making his face shiny.  It was too good not to comment
on.

   "Amazing Brian, it looks like our slut likes to be paddled," I said.

   "She was so wet, Arthur," Brian laughed.  "She moans and grinds a lot,
but her pussy was like drinking from a pool.  I think she wants to be
spanked some more."

   Ruthie was shaking her head furiously, nearly screaming her protest
under her gag.  I picked up a toy from my briefcase and walked over to her.
Once the timer was set again, I reached up and pulled her panties out of
her mouth.

   "Please," she whined.  "Please, I thought you guys wanted to fuck and
stuff.  I can't take any more of this.  I'll do anything, just don't hit me
again."

   I slapped her hard across her breast, making her scream in shock.  The
ropes clenching her nipples hurt more than the slap I gave her, but it shut
her up anyway.  I was just glad the paint had dried.

   "Shut up, slut," I said.  "I don't want to hear any more of your
whining. If you hate it so much, just let go now and walk away with your
three thousand."

   I waited, but she didn't let go of the ring.

   "All right," I said as I removed my pants.  My cock sprang out to full
attention.  "Since you're so willing to get fucked, I'll go ahead and use
you."

   I pulled her ring off the hook, and she sighed as she got to relax her
arms.  I pulled the ring over me, and let her arms slide down my back.  She
actually almost smiled as she kneeled and her head came down to my cock. 
Before the slut could start sucking me, I stopped her and slipped my
special gag over her.  It was a rubber gag shaped like a doughnut.  In
other words, her teeth fitted around a rubber seal, while the hole in the
gag allowed my cock to slide in and out.  The leather strap was tight,
crushing her short hair, but I tightened it some more.  I didn't want it to
slip, not with what I had in mind.

   "This gag was made for times like this," I explained.  "In short, I want
a blowjob, but I don't trust a cheap whore like you not to bite me."

   Her eyes glared at me once more, but I just grabbed her ears, and guided
my cock into her nonresisting mouth.  The rubber where her teeth were
clamping down was making her salivate, which made it good and wet for me.
My cock rammed into her mouth, and although her tongue put up some
resistance, she was unable to prevent me from fucking her mouth.  Ruthie
clutched her brass ring behind my back, groaning loudly as my balls slapped
into her gagged chin.

   "Hey Brian, she sucks at this," I joked.  "Would you mind helping me out
and giving her some encouraging slaps?"

   "Even though it is your turn, I'll be glad to motivate the useless
bitch," Brian offered.  Ha!  I just knew he couldn't turn down a shot at
spanking some more ass.

   Ruthie struggled upon hearing this, but my grip on her ears brooked no
argument.  Brian was quick as well.  He ran to behind Ruthie and held down
her spreader bar with one hand.  Using his other hand, he smacked her ass
barehanded.

   SMACK!

   Ruthie jerked in her kneeling position and moaned in pain as her welts
were introduced to more pain.  Tears were flowing freely as Brian smacked
every inch of her bubble ass.  I was getting terribly aroused.  Every time
Brian smacked her ass, Ruthie would moan, and that would make her lips and
the rubber gag vibrate.  It was like getting a hummer, except it was all
moans and groans of pain.  I laughed as I moved my hips faster.  My cock
was getting the suck job of a lifetime.

   "After this, we got to do her ass," I yelled, watching Ruthie's ass
constantly move under Brian's abuse.

   "Oh yes," Brian grunted.  "After getting this ass nice and warm, it'd be
a shame not to fuck it!"

   "Oh, oh, I'm going to cum in the slut's mouth already," I groaned.  I
couldn't help it.  Brian's loud smacks were making Ruthie jerk, moan, and
even sometimes gag on my cock.  The total power I had over her, and the
fact that she GAVE me this power by holding onto the ring was too much for
me.  I was going to shoot my load early tonight.

   Just as I felt my cock begin to surge, Ruthie dropped the ring, letting
it fall noisily to the floor.  Her mouth doubled her protests and her hands
tried pushing me away at my hips.  I snarled.  The bitch was stopping
before I got off!  I knew for sure this was deliberate, probably in revenge
for the spanking!  Fuck that, I was going to get my money's worth out of
this bitch.

   I twisted her short hair in my fingers as I impaled her mouth onto my
cock.  While she was still groaning her protests, my cock erupted in her
mouth.  I felt every stream of cum as it flowed out of me and into Ruthie's
unwilling mouth.  Now she was screaming her denial to no use under the
rubber gag.  Her tongue tried in vain to push at my cock as it emptied load
after load down her throat.  She had pissed me off so much at her attempt
at welching on her services that I kept fucking her mouth until every once
of cum was gone.

   When I finally pulled out of Ruthie's mouth, Brian stopped spanking her
as well.  She looked at me with pure hatred, but I couldn't help laughing.
The gag was keeping her mouth open, and my cum and her spit were both
flowing out of her mouth.  I simply cleaned myself with a towel as Brian
helped her out of her ropes and the gag.  As pissed as she was, she didn't
say a word against us.  She was a smart whore.  She wanted to get her money
first.

   "Here you go, Ruthie," I said.  "Four thousand dollars for lasting
almost forty minutes, and five hundred more for coming up here."

   She snatched it out of my hand, and counted it.  "Fuck both of you," she
swore.

   "No, thanks for fucking you," I said.  "When you see my paint on you,
and you pay for your business with my money, never forget that you earned
it yourself.  Now get out of here, we have a wager to settle."

   "Whatever," Ruthie said.  "I can't leave yet.  You bastards sliced up my
clothes."

   Brian grabbed her clothes up and stuffed them into her arms.

   "Ruthie, you got forty-five hundred dollars, go find someone who gives a
whore's ass," Brian said.

   After pushing Ruthie into the hallway buttnaked, we got to serious
matters.  We needed to settle who won the bet.

   "You know, Brian, I'm not sure who won that time," I said.  "Did she
quit because she didn't want me in her mouth?  Or was it your brutal
spanking?"

   "What?  You think we should get another bitch?" Brian asked.

   "There's no need for that," I said.  "Let's call it a draw."

   "A draw?" Brian asked.  "Then who wins the wager?  Do you fuck Eiko or
do I fuck Emily?" "We both win," I said smiling.  "Let's page them up here.
It would be a shame to waste all of this gear.  I never did get to fuck
someone in the ass."

   "It's a deal," Brian agreed.

   The end.

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