Darla squirmed helplessly against the agonizing bite of the ropes around her delicate, attractive wrists. The pain throbbed in them horribly, a dull, constant ache that would not let her be.
Her flesh was marked with the last session of discipline she had undergone, and she did not know how she could bear another. In front of her, Michael Horden was dressed in the familiar black robe, the ruby pendant hanging from his neck, winking at her in the glow of the candle light that filled the room.
The others of the Brotherhood were seated in their chairs, whispering with excitement as they gazed on her lush, naked flesh, glistening with the sweat and fear, and increasing excitement that she felt.
She was bound and helpless for their entertainment, a new member to be initiated into their secret society this evening. He would do the required whipping, he would lay the harsh, cruel blows into her flesh.
She moaned, for she could not deny the excitement she was feeling, nor the growing, lovely anticipation of all that she would have to endure. Her young mind tried to rebel against her body's wishes, but it was too weak to resist any longer. As Michael handed the multi-stranded whip to the hooded young man, she groaned aloud once more, a helpless smile across her lips, her lithe, exquisite frame leaning forward to eagerly accept the first blow.
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CHAPTER ONE
The summer began, like any other. The first warm days were refreshing, enticing from the chill of the late spring. A relief from the dismal weather that had been covering the city like an avenging shroud.
Rain had fallen continually, until there seemed to be no escape from the cruel, unforgiving weather. The climate was perfect for colds, and it seemed, sometimes, to her, chat the whole city was sneezing and sniffling.
She, herself, had almost missed graduation, because of a late bout with the flu. She could barely walk up to the platform to get her diploma, but she did so determinedly, for she wanted more than anything else, to give that one moment of pride to her parents.
She hated to think of herself as a stereotype, but she. was. A poor, lower class girl that had struggled hard to get to the top. There was no doubting or denying it, however, for that was exactly what she was.
Her name was Darla James, and she was a pretty girl. Rather tall, though in these modern times, that did not bother her. She had a slender, lithe body, but a figure to match, with full, ripe breasts and sleek, flowing curves. She could have been a cheerleader, a belle of the ball, if she had wanted, but studying came first.
She sacrificed all pleasures to get on in school. From the time she was a little girl, she was determined to graduate at the top of her class, to get nothing but A's in her school work, to be accepted in the most important colleges in the land.
She did not truly feel she had missed very much. For if truth be told, she found other young people boring most of the time. She did not think them stupid, but to her, there were more important things than dates and romances. All that could wait, she felt, until she was older, and had accomplished what she set out to do.
Her parents were kind and loving, and never pushed her. She had disciplined herself, did all the work on her own, because she loved them, and wanted a better life for them, through herself.
They were so proud of her that it brought tears to her eyes sometimes. For her, there was only one thing in life: To make her mother and father happy and secure, to lift them out of the stranglehold that poverty had on them. When she finally received her diploma, she had accomplished the first part of that task.
Unlike most of the kids in school, she was not looking forward to a summer of fun and games, of lazy afternoons at the beach. Her summer promised nothing but hard work, for through her luck and determination, she had gotten a post as an assistant to a member of the American delagation to the U.N..
She had won the prized position through a contest held in the local papers. To have such an honor was thrilling indeed, especially when it meant serving under the handsome, charming and exciting ambassador, Michael Horden.
He was forty, though he looked ten years younger, and when she met him at last, she shamefully felt her knees growing weak and her flesh trembling as he shook her hand, giving it a slight squeeze in his own, powerful grip.
He was so charming and cultured, that she felt herself falling in love with him right from the start. She felt foolish and ashamed by all of this, but there was little she could do about her emotions, other than put them to work for her, she decided. And that she did.
She worked twice as hard as anyone on his staff, and within the short span of ten days, she had gained his respect and admiration, and he made her his personal aide. She of course, was stunned and thrilled.
She wanted nothing more to please him, and approached her job as seriously as she ever had her school work. He hinted that she might have a permanent position if she continued her thoughtful and diligent efforts.
This, of course, sent her into a confused state of conflicting emotions. She had been accepted in every major university, and could actually have her pick of scholarships, but his hinted offer meant money and probably power. She had no idea of what to do, for giving up school was something that bothered her deeply. Her parents would be proud of her in any case, she realized, for the money she could make, continuing on with Michael
Horden, would be much more than anything she could earn after college. But then again, a degree was a symbol of upward mobility, and even a giant like Michael Horden could fall, if the political winds shifted in the wrong direction. She thought it through and through, for every waking hour of a month that her mind was not occupied with her tasks, and then came the evening he asked her out to dinner.
It had been a long day at the office he had on the ground floor of the. U.N. building. A new bill was being presented, and they were working feverishly in order to prepare the ambassador's reply to the bill. The ambassador felt the bill, allowing third world nations more freedom in the general assembly, was wrong, and he hoped to defeat it.
By the end of the evening, well after nine, his presentation was concluded and voting was put off until the next day. She had taken an apartment in the city to be closer to her job, and was not looking forward to the long subway ride to the lower part of the village to get there. She was quite tired, and not a little hungry, and felt completely exhausted.
She was just about to leave the office when Michael Horden stopped her. "You look completely washed out, Darla," he said in his smooth, cultured voice. "What do you say to a nice, cozy dinner in a small, quiet restaurant I know?"
She was stunned. While she felt she did a superior job for him, she never figured on this. That the worldly, charming Michael Horden would want to bother with a lowly assistant completely surprised her.
"But.. . but Mister Horden. I'm sure you have other plans," she stammered, embarrassed by the way she was certain her cheeks were reddening. "I mean, you know so many other ladies you could enjoy yourself with, tonight."
Michael Horden laughed in delight. "What a charming little thing you are, my dear," he said, patting her shoulder. "That may be true, but it is you that I wish to have dinner with, and no one else."
Eagerly, she accepted his proposal. They escaped the reporters waiting outside for an interview, by slipping out a secluded back entrance to the huge building, and quickly caught a cab to a charming little restaurant in the Village. It was a cozy spot indeed, and it wasn't very long before they had finished one bottle of wine and were deeply into another.
By the time the second bottle was finished and the third drained with their meal, she was completely captivated by her host. When he invited her back to his apartment for brandy, she accepted at once, though she was well aware of what he might be planning.
She had had sex only once, and she thought about the incident as they rode in a cab toward Michael's penthouse on Fifth Avenue. The boy had been a college student her parents had arranged to date her. He had been bright and witty, and something of a freak, turning her on to the mysteries of marijuana and sex in the same evening.
The grass had been amusing, the sex enlightening. She had failed to have an orgasm, but the young man had not been unkindly with her. She put the failure down to lack of experience and found that she could take sex or leave it. She had never dated the young man again.
So, the prospect of perhaps going to bed with Michael Horden did not frighten her. She yearned to have a satisfying sexual experience, and she could think of no other man more qualified to usher in her sensuality and fulfillment than the worldly ambassador whom she now loved deeply.
The brandy he served was excellent, of course, and they sat quite close together on a large, luxurious divan, staring into a fire that burned brightly across the room, in a large, flagstone fireplace. She felt warm and so very comfortable, and did not mind it a bit when his slipped his arm around her shoulder and began to caress her own, lovely limb through her short-sleeved blouse.
"You're a beautiful young lady, do you know that, Darla?" Michael whispered, his lips, pressed to her ear, whispering through the thick, luxurious blonde hair that covered it.
She laughed, trying to check the nervousness in her voice as she responded. "I am well aware that I'm pretty, if that's what you mean."
Michael kissed her again, chuckling softly. "I mean in more ways than that," he told her affectionately. "I meant that you are beautiful in spirit as well as flesh. I meant that you are perhaps, the most wonderful young girl I have ever met!"
She shivered as she felt his mouth moving across her cheek, kissing her gently, with no urgency or force. He was not even attempting to pull her own, full, sensual lips to his, but appeared to be content to bide his time with her.
His fingers danced over the front of her blouse then, and she shivered once again as she felt them moving over the tops of her breasts. Even through the material of her blouse and bra, she could fell the heavy, yet not demanding pressure of his caress, and her full, ripe mounds quivered with increasing excitement.
"Ohh, Michael, you must know what you are doing to me," she whispered in a trembling voice. "Don't tease me, this way, I beg you."
He pulled his head away from her cheek and shook it solemnly. "I would not do that with you, my dear," he assured her. "You are too intelligent and much too important to me, to even think of deceiving you."
His voice was sincere, full of emotion and seriousness. He gazed at her with eyes that were fierce and glowing. She felt her whole body melting, it seemed, under the powerful effect of his stare.
"I have feelings for you, Darla, that I have not felt for a woman in a long, long time," he went on to tell her. "If you do not wish to receive these feelings, please tell me now, and I shall call you a cab and you can leave with nothing more said about this."
Darla James was listening to him, unable to believe he was saying these things to her. Many's the night she had dreamed of him speaking to her in this way, and that it was actually happening, now, was beyond her wildest fantasies.
She felt herself leaning into him then, pressing her body closely to his. The back of his hand crushed against her breasts and a tremor of pure excitement raged through her flesh suddenly.
"Ohh, please, please, Michael, I believe you," she whispered excitedly. "I want you, too, don't you see? I just could not stand being teased!"
He laughed, in his full, rich manner and pressed his lips to hers, hungrily. She had never experienced such a kiss before, and her mouth felt as if it were being burned by the passion that was surging inside of both of them.
She parted her luscious, succulent petals to allow his tongue access to her mouth, and she groaned as she felt the slithering arrow entwining around her own. His hand cupped one of her pert, spongy breasts gently, and she sighed as he began to fondle the precious boob through her clothing.
Suddenly her loins were on fire, as they never had been before. His touch was like an electric stimuli to her flesh, sending aching, stinging sparks of wanting tearing through her uncontrollably.
Quite to her own surprise, she felt her lovely, slender hand dropping to his trousers, crawling swiftly along his pant leg to his groin. She pressed her palm against the hard mound at the center of his pants and he moaned as she kneaded the growing bulge behind them.
"You don't have to be afraid with me, Michael," she whispered hungrily, again. "I'm not a little girl, I'm not a virgin! I want you to take me, darling, yes, take me, please!"
Michael Horden's fingers were as steady as could be as he quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her narrow shoulders. Her flesh was warm and trembling to his touch, and as he reached around behind her, to unfasten the clasps to her bra, the young girl shuddered violently in anticipation.
He slipped it from her breasts and they came free, bobbing delightfully on her chest; full and proud, riding high on her rib cage. Her nipples were already full and erect, two pink nuggets against the creamy base of her luscious spheres.
Hungrily, Michael dropped his head to her lovely globes and began to kiss them in a greedy fashion. The girl leaned back against the divan, shivering with excitement as she felt his tongue lashing her perk mound, deliciously.
He caught a single nipple between his teeth and the girl screamed softly with ecstasy as he sucked the precious pebble into his mouth. His free hand wandered down to her skirt, and began to unfasten the snaps that kept it shut.-
Eagerly, she lifted her smooth, luscious buttocks from the cushion of the divan, and allowed him to pull the skirt from beneath her. She was wearing a pair of tight, sheer panties, and her pubic mound was clearly outlined beneath the garment, covered with the thick, silken bush of her soft, lovely hair.
She pulled on the zipper to his trousers now, no longer feeling even the hint of embarrassment or hesitation. She slipped her hand inside of the pants and felt for his thick, hard cock, trembling as her delicate fingertips brushed over the pulsating shaft. He moaned in delight and shifted his position to give her more access to the rod.
As she wrapped her lovely, soft hand around the throbbing prong, he greedily slithered his own hand into her panties. She sobbed as she felt the thick, strong fingers rubbing across her pubic mound, slicing through the bushy strands that covered it. A violent spasm of delight ripped through her, as Michael began to stroke her pussy lips, bringing the moist, thick liquid of her passion seeping from within her quaking pit.
Her anxious passion was growing more fiery in her loins, and she moaned as she squeezed his manhood tightly in her fist. She could feel the hot, fevered blood racing through the shaft, forcing it to grow bigger and harder with each passing moment that she held it.
She pushed away from him, then, trembling as he quickly removed the rest of her clothing. He watched her intently, standing on one leg to slip the panties over her foot. She tossed them aside in a devilish manner, and stood, with her hands on her hips, naked before him, now.
Her body was trim and enticing. Her hips flared deliciously into long, tapered legs, the thighs full and moist with the dampness of her fever. Her delicate knees were perfectly molded and her exquisite breasts rode up and down on her chest, with the labored action of her breathing.
"God, you are beautiful," Michael Horden moaned. "I have to possess you, Darla, I must! You shall have to belong to me!"
There was something strange in his voice when he said that, but Darla could not for the life of her, understand exactly what it was. The timber of his vocal tone was different, more tinny and remote, as if he were speaking to her in a voice other than his own. He stood up, his eyes now blazing with excitement. He beckoned her to his bedroom, and she followed him, willingly.
He led her to the far wall, that was covered with a tapestry. He pushed it aside, and pressed a concealed button behind the thick hanging cloth. A whir filled the air, and slowly the back wall slid open, revealing a hidden passage beyond.
"Do you love me?" he whispered anxiously to her. "Do you wish to become the only one I care for?"
Fear gripped her in this moment, for a dread was seeping into her mind, coloring the excitement she had felt a moment before. But she yearned for his touch once again, yearned for the powerful throbbing she had felt in her loins and she nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes, my darling, I do," she hissed, her voice weak with emotion. "I want to please you in any way I can, dearest Michael. I do, I do!"
"Then follow me, my precious one," he said eagerly. "I am about to introduce you to a passion you have never known before!"
He held aside the tapestry for her, and then together they slipped behind it. He closed the secret panel once again and switched on a light that barely illuminated the narrow corridor they were in.
Quickly he lead her down the length of the hall and opened another secret door. He pushed her, gently, into the room beyond and ordered her to stand in place while he lit several candles that were placed in holders around the wall.
The room was decorated in the most lavish of furnishings. Rich, expensive material covered the chairs and sofa of the room, and the carpet beneath her feet was deep and sensual about her precious toes. The walls were covered with paintings and photographs, all, to her shock, depicting various sexual acts.
He beckoned to her with his hand and she stepped forward, joining him in the center of the room. She watched as he reached up and pulled a long, thick strand of rope from the beam that hung low over the room. There was a loop at the end of the rope, and he stared at her through the center of it.
"Will you serve me completely, willingly, dearest Darla?" he asked her, his voice more cold and distant then before. "Are you willing to surrender yourself to me, to experience the pleasure only I can give to you?"
She gulped, not truly understanding what he meant, a strange, compelling desire filling her to flee from him at this moment. But her love for him was more powerful, and she pushed her worry and doubt to the back of her mind.
"I will do anything for you, darling," she whispered passionately. "I love you more than anything I can imagine, yes!"
He nodded abruptly and quickly slipped the wide, thick loop of the rope over her wrists. The rope was coarse and bit deeply into her flesh as he drew it tight. He flicked on a switch at the far wall and a motor hummed softly. She watched as the rope slowly wound onto a drum, pulling her arms upward, now, over her head.
A sharp pain filled her shoulders as she felt herself being lifted off the floor. She felt the weight of her body pulling on her bound wrists and she whimpered as the pain rushed through her long, slender limbs.
"Ohh, Michael, it hurts," she gasped, shuddering a bit as the pain seemed to grow in intensity. "It hurts, darling! Ohh, please, must I do this?"
"Yes, yes you must," he hissed violently, coming across the room to face her now. His eyes roamed over her slim, lovely body, drinking in the beauty of her eighteen-year-old flesh. She was breathing heavily now, her gasping tinged with the soft, harsh cry of her pain.
"You must learn to love your bondage, my dear," he whispered almost sensuously, now, moving his fingers lightly over the front of her exquisite body. "The rope is your lover, as much as I am, my dear! You must learn to love us both!"
"But, but it hurts so badly," she moaned, twisting a bit against the pain, only to increase it, as the movement she made forced the rope to cut deeper into her wrists. "I.. . I can't feel anything but the hurt!"
He bent forward, now, pressing his lips to the tops of her ripe, full breasts, kissing them tenderly. One of his hands slithered up along her arm and began to caress her bound wrists, while the other dropped to the quivering mound of her loins.
"I will help you, my dear," he whispered, his voice thick with obvious passion, now. "I will lead you to the point of exquisite agony, I promise you, Darla! You will learn to love, learn to suffer with passion, I assure you."
Darla could barely hear what he was saying now, so powerful was the pain that tore through her bound wrists, and the equally intense pleasure she was beginning to feel in her loins. She felt his fingers kneading and caressing her pussy lips once more, pinching and rolling her soft, slippery petals between them.
Waves of pure delight rippled through her flesh, and she felt her cunt growing hotter now, as the passion fires began to burn brighter in the depths of her cave. His other hand continued to caress her imprisoned wrists, kneading and massaging them, as if the rope might actually be a part of her body, now.
His mouth roamed hungrily over her breasts, kissing and lathering them, wildly. She felt him nibbling on her flesh, sucking hungrily on her nipples, and the constant throbbing of her need began to overwhelm her, then.
Slowly, delicately, he slipped two fingers into her cunt. The sensation of his invasion of her pit sent powerful tremors racing through her, harsh, compelling waves of delightful intensity that left her nearly breathless.
"Ohh, God, that feels so good," she moaned, twisting slightly against the bondage of her hands. "Ummm, Michael, Michael, yes, you make me feel so wonderful!"
He laughed in satisfaction, gently twisting and turning the fingers inside of her, until her cunt was throbbing almost in pain, from the power of her desire. He was naked, now, pressing his groin against her thigh, rubbing the hard, taut thickness of his engorged manhood back and forth against her quivering limb.
She felt the power of him pulsating along side her precious leg and she moaned with even more anticipation, as he rhythmically rode his finger in and out of her, and rocked his meat at her trembling limb.
"You have so much to learn," he whispered passionately, now, his mouth moving against her breasts, greedily. "I must teach you everything, my darling child! I must make you one of us!"
She was certain he said 'one of us' but she had no idea what he meant. Her thoughts, in any case, were distracted now, but the powerful craving she was experiencing in her loins. The pain continued to throb in her wrists from the cutting bite of the rope that bound them, and she could feel her blood being cut off, making her hands go numb and cold, but she tried, frantically, to ignore this.
His hands were like marvelous tools as they wandered over her body, now. He rubbed and squeezed her buttocks and breasts, kneading and fondling them expertly. She sobbed with desire as he caressed her, her entire body, it seemed, poised to explode with pleasure at any moment.
She could feel his prick throbbing with power against her leg and she moved her precious limb against him, anxiously, eager to increase the excitement in the shaft. He laughed in approval and began to push her back and forth, forcing her to sway against the harsh, cruel tightness of the rope that bound her hands.
The pain increased, then, as he twisted and twirled her around. The coarse strands were slicing ever deeper into her flesh and she began to sob with the throbbing hurt, the tears of her pain coming to her eyes.
"Yes, that's it, my dearest," he chuckled coldly. "Suffer, experience the pain I can give to you. Enjoy it, Darla, you must learn to enjoy and love the pain!"
She shivered, unable to see how she could ever learn to accept such agony. Her hands pounded with pain and her body was damp now with the sweat that poured off of her because of it.
"You see, my darling, you must learn to enjoy your helplessness!" he hissed. "Learn to thrill to being, completely at my mercy! It is the only way for you to experience pure joy! To be completely defenseless, to be without any hope for escape! That is the way for you, Darla, the only way!"
His fingers rode in and out of her pussy, violently, now. He was twisting and turning them savagely in her pit, a harsh, cruel attack that was nothing like his soft, tender caressing of before. She winced at the pain of the assault, feeling her pussy quivering with the hurt he gave to it.
He was breathing rapidly, now, and his cock was pounding with excitement at her damp, quivering inner thigh. She could feel his greedy wanting growing stronger, even as the thick, engorged tool seemed to continue to expand against her precious limb.
"The pleasure must be joined with pain," he told her, his voice thick and nearly hypnotic as it left his lips. "You must come to realize that suffering for me, having the pain I can give to you, increases your joy ten-fold!"
Again and again the fingers drove into her. She could hardly see for the pain she felt, now, though the pleasure of the driving digits slashing in and out of her cunt could no longer be denied by the confused and frightened girl, either.
She moaned thickly, yearning for his cock which now throbbed viciously against her leg, pumping with the frenzied blood that raced through it. She sobbed, imagining what it would be like to have his shaft inside of her, trying hard to ignore everything but the awesome delight he was giving her.
"Ohh, Michael, Michael, take me, now," she gasped, almost unable to speak, so violent and impassioned was her need. "Ohhh, God, darling, anything, do anything, but give me your manhood, now!"
The tall, handsome man laughed savagely, dropping his free hand to her soft, warm buttocks. He dug his fingers into one firm, lovely cheek and squeezed it powerfully in his grip.
"I shall have you, my darling bitch," he whispered cruelly. "I shall make you mine, completely! When I am finished with you, my love, you will never want another man again, for no other will be able to please you as I shall!"
With that, he moved his body in line with hers and brought the thick, hot tip of his shaft to her damp, quivering pussy lips. The tender petals fluttered violently as his prick made contact with them, and the sheer power of her wanting made her scream with excitement.
Slowly he pushed forward, driving his cock between the thick, swollen lips that guarded her cave. She felt the thick, pounding helmet penetrating her chamber and the awesome pleasure she felt was beyond her belief.
She sobbed with delight and thrust herself against him, forcing his prick to drive deeper into her hot, eager passage.
"Ohh, dear God, yes, yes, give it to me," she moaned, throwing her lovely head back against her shoulders, shuddering with the overwhelming delight of his invasion. "More, all of it, more! Please, take me, now, Michael, now!
The man laughed in a deep, twisted tone of voice and thrust forward again, this time forcing his prick to the depths of her tunnel, burying himself to the hilt in her hot, narrow cave.
His two hands clutched hungrily at her buttocks and he began to rock back and forth against her, thrusting his tool in and out of her steaming, moist chamber with savage fury. Each stroke he took was more powerful than the last, and each time he buried his meat in her cave, the searing delight of it throbbing inside of her made her want to scream with a delicious agony.
The constant motion of their bodies forced the ropes that bound her wrists to cut ever deeper into her skin. She could feel her flesh being torn and scraped raw by the friction of the rubbing strands, but she did not care.
Even as a bit of blood from her ripped skin began to trickle down her arm, she was too caught up in the ecstasy of his attack, to bother with the throbbing pain she felt. Again and again he slammed his prick into her cunt, twisting and turning ruthlessly, grinding his hard, flat belly against her own.
Back and forth they swayed, each time the arch growing wider, each time the weight of her body and now his, pulling down harder on her trapped wrists. She screamed as the mixture of savage pain and delicious pleasure roared through her flesh, now. It seemed as if there was no part of her body not touched by a violent sensation, and she began to wonder if she would faint from the sheer power of all she was feeling.
Michael Horden was almost like an animal, now, as he took the young girl so viciously. He "slammed his cock in and out of her tight, warm pit with all the power and force he could gather, clearly unconcerned with any pain he might be giving to her, then.
His fingers kneaded and massaged her buttocks savagely, digging deep into the soft, spongy half moons, squeezing them as hard as he possibly could. He could feel her delicate frame quivering with agony, even as the burning fire of her need began to reach a feverish pitch in her lovely chamber.
Her cunt muscles locked hard around his plunging tool and her lovely head rocked from side to side on her shoulders. She was moaning thickly, her lips moving spasmodically as she drew near to a moment of supreme eruption.
"Ohh, God, Michael, it hurts and it feels so good, too," she sobbed, breathless and torn, now between the twin sensations. "I.. . I think I'm going to come! Yes, yes, ohh, God, yes, I'm going to come!"
Her wail of delight was echoing in Michael Horden's ears as she began to shudder violently with the effects of her orgasm. The waves of her creamy fluid washed over his thrusting shaft and he moaned along with her as he felt the climax racing along her taut, steaming inner walls.
He laughed wildly, then, bucking and thrusting into her viciously, now. He forced the swinging arch they made to widen and widen, gave her poor, trapped wrists even more pain as he attacked her. Through her gasps of delight, he could hear her cries of agony, and it made his loins quake more powerfully than ever before, to hear her suffering so badly.
He lunged deep into her cunt, then, gasping and shuddering violently as the hot, boiling come began to burst from the head of his tool. The thick, creamy fluid splashed against the young girl's aching inner flesh and she sobbed as she felt him filling her precious channel with his boiling come.
"Ahh, yes, my sweet captured bitch," Michael moaned, jerking and swaying inside of her. "I'm coming, dear Darla, coming in you, now! And your pain, your pain makes it wonderful, darling, simply marvelous to come, now!"
Again and again the angry bursts of semen shot from his rod and seared the delicate walls of her lovely cave. Darla could hardly breathe any longer from the throbbing pain that accompanied the pulsating delight in her loins. She felt Michael shuddering and bucking inside of her, and she wept softly, with exhausted relief as his orgasm roared inside of her, now. The young girl was completely confused by now, for she had only the pain in her torn damaged wrists, and the powerful delight that rippled through her loins, to depend on for understanding. She was suffering badly, and, ached to be set free, but there was a powerful, strange satisfaction and contentment filling her, now, that clearly had something to do with what he had told her.
She felt the lingering spasms of sensual passion rippling through her pussy, then, even as Michael continued to shudder and quake in her pit. She could think of little else beyond what she was experiencing in her body, and as the final tremors melted away, she realized that she was entering some sort of strange new world, that both frightened and excited her at the same time.
CHAPTER TWO
Robert Malbin stared at the legal brief he held in his hands, and read the same paragraph for perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes. He did not like to feel that it was getting to be hopeless, but it appeared that that was the case.
He sighed, heavily and placed the brief down on the desk. It would just have to wait, he decided, until he straightened out the garbage that was running through his head. That would take some doing.
He groaned as he got up from his desk, lifting his ample girth to a standing position. He reflected on his weight, sourly. He had lost over a hundred pounds, but it still wasn't enough.
He walked over to where they kept the coffee pot and poured himself a strong, black cup full of the steaming brew. It had been made this morning, by himself, and he had drank most of it during the course of the day.
He grinned as he sipped the bitter liquid. It wasn't his fault that they hated the coffee he made, he thought. If they didn't want to drink it his way, they shouldn't give him the job every fifth morning.
There was a full length mirror on the door to the closet and he stared at it, absently. He shook his head, grimly. He had gone from what he considered super blobbo, to just plain blobbo. Then he had come down to blob. He still had a ways to go before he reached, Bob, he thought. Quite a ways.
He had always had a problem with his weight, but it was not uncontrollable. Just a few years ago, when he had been in a healthier frame of mind, he had slimmed down to a comfortable weight, and remained at it for nearly a year. It wasn't until he broke up with his lover that he began to gain again, and continued to do so until it became impossible.
He took his coffee back to his desk and sat down, with another groan. He sipped the hot liquid thoughtfully, reflecting on all that had happened to him over the years. It had been a strange time, indeed.
For a while, there, he had been so down, that even his new lover, Susan couldn't help him. It wasn't just he got into the legal program a year ago that he began to climb out of the depths he had fallen to. Now, with a new apartment in Manhattan, the final break with Susan accomplished at last, he felt he was finally on his way.
He had lived with her in Far Rockaway for almost three years. They had grown together, first, and then apart. The break had been painful, but not destructive, and he was secretly pleased that he had helped her find her own confidence, even as he regained his.
But, of course, this was all just a beginning. It was going to be a long time before he made it out of the clerking position he was in. Going to law school nights was not going to be easy, and would drain his pocket completely.
He had always wanted to be a lawyer, and might be one today, he sometimes thought, if he hadn't gotten side-tracked in undergraduate school, by the dreams of being a poet. He considered that a foolish waste of his time, now. If not for the idea, at least for the common sense that poets make no money.
He had wrestled with the muse, long enough, he felt. It was time to put it on the back burner and get something done for himself. He had driven a cab for three years, and nearly drove himself insane doing it. He was quite happy in his new career, even if it did not make him a lot of money, and he had to take orders from men he consider inferior to himself.
Sometimes he bridled at men five or six years younger than he, telling him what to do. All they had over him was the money, he felt, and the intelligence was greatly lacking in them, to his frame of mind.
But, he was able to keep both his resentment and anger buried, though they could not push him around, either. He was tart with what he felt to be stupidity, and his ability shielded him from the jealous wrath of some junior members of the firm.
He got the job done, and that was all that counted with those men that were the head of the firm he worked for. It gave him no little amount of pleasure to go head to head with one of the punks and come out on top with the boss.
But, he was bored. One dull case after the other was not what he was looking for in the world of law. He wanted to be stimulated by something, excited by an important case. What he got, of course, was a long series of busy work that taxed him lightly and wearied him with the foolishness of it.
He was seated, staring at his fellow workers when the young girl stumbled into the office, her hair plastered to her head from the driving rain outside. She looked pale and shaken and he quickly got up to give her his chair.
She began to cry almost at once, and while Malbin was usually calm and controlled with women, this one flustered him. "Take it easy, Miss," he said, kindly. "Whatever is wrong, can't be all that bad."
She glared at him with red-rimmed eyes. "You don't think so?" she hissed. "You just don't have any idea, that's all!"
With that, she burst into tears once again, and buried her face in her hands. He shook his head and pressed the buzzer on his desk to signal Mister Jarvis. The tall, gray-haired man took one look at the scene, and motioned Malbin to him.
"I've got a meeting at the U.N., " he hissed urgently. "You take care of her, Malbin. Find out what's wrong! But for God's sake, get her out of the office, she'll scare everybody away with that screeching!"
With that he slammed the door, leaving Malbin to stare helplessly at the fine, polished wood, not a little angered by the man's callousness. He shook his head and returned to the young woman's side.
"This isn't exactly the place to talk," he said casually. "How about I take you home, so you can get out of those wet things and tell me about it?"
When she looked up at him again, her eyes were not angry, but afraid, now. She shook her head, violently. "No, you take me to your place, I don't want to go home!"
Malbin sighed, glaring at the snickers he heard from behind him. He nodded and grabbed his long, black rain coat. "Come on then, Miss," he said. "Let's find out what's bothering you."
Malbin had a fairly decent studio in the Village. It was outrageously priced, but convenient to his job, and they reached the building where in lived in cab ride that took no more than ten minutes.
Once inside of his small, L shaped apartment, she gratefully accepted the pajamas he offered her, and quickly got out of her clothing. When she returned from the bathroom, he had a glass of whiskey waiting for her.
There was honey and lemon on the coffee table and she fixed her drink with trembling hands, sipping on it thirstily as Malbin looked on. He was drinking bourbon and smoking a thick, black cigar, trying hard to figure this girl out.
She was a short, compact red-head, with long, flowing hair that looked much nicer, now that it was dried. Her body was trim and well-developed, fitting her size perfectly. She had a delightful, oval face, and pretty blue eyes that would have been delightful, had they not been so streaked with red from crying.
"You must think I'm nuts," she sniffled, setting her drink down. She fumbled in her bag for a cigarette and he lit it for her, gallantly. "I'm not always this crazy, I assure you!"
"Just what the hell is wrong?" Malbin asked, trying to keep the impatience out of his voice. He was also trying hard not to stare at the area of her chest exposed by her lack of buttoning the pajama top, completely. Her creamy flesh was enticingly freckled, and it took a great deal of effort for him not to gaze at her jiggling mounds hungrily.
She placed a hand on his thigh and Malbin shuddered with the sensual excitement her mere touch created in him. "My name is Karen Bruce," she said, her voice now warm and melodic, rich with a teasing promise. "And I think I have come across a group of people that are very dangerous!" -
Malbin stared at her without comment. She smiled, weakly, her grin a crooked slash across her lips. "I am telling you this, because I have to tell someone," she continued. "Before it may be too late."
"What is this group you are talking about?" Malbin asked at last. He was trying to Figure out, now, what kind of crazy girl he was dealing with. "What is so dangerous about them, anyway?"
She shook her head. She bit her lower lip and turned away from him, staring out of the window at the skyline. Malbin watched her carefully, his mind whirling with confusion, now. Her shoulders rose up and down with the labored effect of her breathing and her entire body seemed to be quivering with fear or excitement.
"I just realized that you wouldn't believe me," she sighed. She shook her head once more, moaning as if in despair. "I don't think I'd believe it myself!"
Gently, Malbin placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him once again. He looked into her eyes and smiled warmly. "Why don't you give me a chance?" he whispered kindly. "I'm a little nuts myself, you know, I might just believe anything you told me!"
She laughed, relaxing then. She leaned against the back of his couch, giving him more of a view of her full, ripe breasts than he wanted. He shook his head and carefully avoided the inviting globes once more.
"It's all so insane, I don't know where to begin," she moaned. "Lately, I have begun to wonder if it's all some horrible nightmare that I'll wake up from soon."
Malbin sipped '.on his bourbon and relit his cigar. "Why don't you just start at the beginning, that's usually a good place to jump off from."
She glared at him once more. "Listen, I may be a little nuts. Mister Malbin, but I know what has happened to me. I used to be as normal as anybody else, and now.. . now I'm like some sick child that can't be content with anything but its own illness!"
Her voice was so full of conviction and power that Malbin stopped in mid-sip of his bourbon and stared at her in shock. Her face was rigid and fierce, the determination clear in her fiery eyes, now.
"I have become some sort of slave, do you understand?" she said in a harsh, violent whisper. "I don't even know how I got the will to come to your office, I must have had a relapse or something. And I'm not the only one, either."
"What kind of a slave?" Malbin said carefully, sipping on the bourbon to mask the doubt he was certain lay in his eyes. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that I am being controlled by another person, stupid," she snarled. She got up and began to pace back and forth in front of him. "My boss, Steven Devane has me under his control. He can make me do anything he wants me to."
"Do you love him?" Malbin asked casually. "People in love often do anything that they are told to do."
She whirled on him, glaring once more. "Of course I love him, you fool,"" she hissed. "I love him more than I love my own life. But it's not a natural love, I don't feel it that way. It's more like a compulsion."
Malbin's mind was clicking. He remembered the name Steven Devane from somewhere. The man was very powerful in Washington, he thought. Something to do with the defense industry.
"Isn't Steve Devane the lobbyist for United Armaments?" he asked.
Karen Bruce nodded abruptly. "Yes, and he has more power than you could imagine," she said fiercely. "He has this secret organization he belongs to, and they are slowly taking over the Capitol!"
Malbin allowed a smile to cross his lips. He chuckled softly. "Well, I know that the defense industry has a lot of clout, but taking things over, well.. . "
"I can see you might need a little demonstration," the young girl whispered coldly. "Maybe you'd like to see just how much they can control somebody, humm?"
She came over to where Malbin was seated, and before he could react, she bent over and pressed her thin, moist lips to his. Her kiss was electric and powerful, sending a wave of yearning racing through him as she mashed her mouth against his.
"You must be powerful," she whispered, roaming her sweet, luscious petals over his. "You must be strong and commanding, in complete control!"
Malbin groaned, knowing that he should push her away, but finding himself unable to do so. He felt her pink little tongue probing at his teeth, lashing at them insistently, and he groaned once more as he allowed the stabbing dart to pry them apart.
As her moist, precious spear slithered over his lips and began to entwine around his own, trembling arrow, she quickly unbuttoned the top of her pajamas. He gasped as the garment fell open, revealing the full, lovely pears of her luscious breasts.
She took one of his big, meaty hands up from his lap and pulled it to her trembling spheres, hungrily. "Squeeze them, Master," she groaned softly. "Ummm, give me the strength of your love, squeeze my. breasts, hard!"
Malbin could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, and the soft, sensual quivering of her boob as it swayed gently against his palm. Her pert, lovely nipple began to grow hard, digging into his palm as he held her precious sphere tightly in his grip.
He shuddered as he felt her hand traveling down over his massive belly to his lap. She fumbled with the belt and button to his trousers, nearly tearing them free to get at the cock that lay behind them.
He gasped as she slipped her hand inside the opened pants and wrapped her slender, creamy fingers around his aching tool. The effect of her grasp made his cock throb painfully and begin to expand rapidly as she drew it from within his trousers.
She squeezed and gripped the expanding rod, greedily, obviously thrilled to the way it was growing hard in her fist, filling with hot, fevered blood that pulsated violently with need.
"I am yours, you must remember that," she whispered erotically, now, kneading and tugging on his shaft, excitedly. "I am completely under your control, you may do anything you want with me! You must command me, you must!"
Malbin couldn't believe his ears, any more than he could believe what was happening to his flesh. The beautiful red head was pumping her hand briskly up. and down, her mouth grinding against his, passionately, as he heard the loud ping, and he stared down at her waist, as the garment slithered silently from her hips.
He gasped at the sight of her now revealed loins, her thick, dark red bush covering an exquisite pubic mound. Her legs were flared nicely, the thighs quivering with a delightful tremor, and his balls began to throb painfully with greed.
She took his free hand and guided it to her crotch and Malbin gasped once more as he felt the powerful heat that was already escaping her precious chamber. Her flesh was damp with the thick, flowing lubricant that was pouring" from her cave and the scent of her passion tingled in his nostrils, delightfully.
"Ahh, to be touched by a Master, is so beautiful," . the girl moaned, her voice strange now, almost dull and hypnotic, it seemed. "Ummm, I am yours, Master, only yours! Give me your pain and pleasure, Master, make me your slave once more!"
Malbin moaned, her tongue lathering his mouth now, in a frantic, frenzied manner. She kneaded and squeezed his prick violently, now, pumping her slender fingers up and down on the aching prong, excitedly.
She rolled and turned the tortured spear in her grip, pinching the thick, engorged head between her thumb and forefinger. He felt himself surrendering to his mounting passion now, and began to caress her pubic mound with a grow hunger.
He slithered his fingers back and forth along her cunt lips, rubbing them tenderly between his thick, hard digits. She gasped in delight, thrusting her cunt hard against his hand, while shaking her head, violently in need.
"No, no, Master, hard, you must touch me painfully," she sobbed. "Ohh, God, hurt me, that is what I need right now, for you to hurt me!"
Malbin could not believe his ears. The young, lovely girl was grinding her cunt against his hand, squeezing his prick savagely, and whispering urgently against his mouth for him to cause her pain.
He sobbed, as yet another powerful spasm of need tore through him, and shook his head, wildly. "I.. . I can't do that," he gasped, the aching delight almost making his weak with pleasure and greed, now. "I never hurt anybody in my life!"
Sobbing in frustration, the girl pushed away from him, then. "You must, you must!" she cried, her voice clearly not the same as he had heard it before. She wandered around his apartment, pulling ties from his closet, then.
She fell upon the bed, trembling violently, beckoning him with her hand. "Come, come and bind me to the bed," she moaned. "I need to be tied, tightly, now. Make me helpless. Master, please, do it now!"
Stumbling to his feet, Malbin lurched across the room. The girl's eyes were wild and fierce and her voice so impassioned and strong that it was like a compelling force directing him to what she wanted from him.
He made a loop with one of the ties and she eagerly slipped her exquisite hand inside of it. "Pull it tight, Master," she hissed violently. "Pull it tight, make me scream. I need to feel completely defenseless!"
Hesitantly, Malbin pulled on the looped tie. He drew it shut around the girl's wrist and she winced. A strange excitement roared through him then, and he yanked hard on the free end of the tie as he quickly wrapped it around the bed post.
The girl screamed as the knotted article dug into her wrist, sending the fierce pain cutting through her. Her savage squeal sent shivers racing through Malbin's flesh and he jerked back from the bed as if he, had been struck.
"No, more, now, more," the girl moaned wildly. "The rest of me, bind up the rest of me, now! Tie me up so that I can't move, please, do it now!"
' Her voice was so fiery with need, that Malbin felt helpless to do other than as she desired. He quickly bound her other wrist to the far bed post, pulling savagely on the knot once more. Her screams of pain and whimpering cries followed him as he did the same to her two ankles, binding her helplessly to the four posters of his bed, her neat, compact frame wiggling vainly against her position.
"Ohh, God, how good it feels," the girl moaned, her sobs of joy choked by the passion with which she was crying, now. "To be bound once more, how wonderful it is! To be so defenseless, yes, this is all I need, Master!"
Malbin stood, staring down at the girl, reeling from the shock of having just tied her to his bed. Her pink, round buttocks were trembling enticingly, the creamy flesh marred here and there by the faint traces of wounds.
Her entire back, for that matter, he discovered, was a bit pink from obvious blows. She writhed against the mattress, moaning and struggling, gasping as an obvious excitement began to consume her, now.
He watched her tender bottom quiver, the sweet half moons of her ass rolling in an exquisite rhythm. His cock was growing thick again, throbbing with need, and he wondered, with shock, if he were beginning to enjoy her helplessness, somewhat.
She gazed at him intently and nodded her head against the mattress. "Yes, that's it, look at me, now, Master," she gasped. "I am yours, I can not escape, you can do anything you want to me!"
"Jesus," Malbin groaned. "I.. . I don't know what's going on with me, here!"
Her laughter was full and rich as it tumbled from her throat. She seemed to be growing more and more stimulated with each passing second of her bondage. "Ohh, dear God, now, Master, give me the gift of your pain, now!"
He stared at her face, coldly. He tried to read into her mind, but the only thing he could see in her eyes, was anticipation and ecstasy. Once more she rocked on the bed, wiggling her ass in a clearly inviting manner.
"Yes, yes, I know you want to, Master, so do it," she hissed, the eagerness undeniable in her tortured voice. "Beat me, now, Master! Use your belt on my flesh! I am yours, Master, punish me, please!" .
As if he were in a trance, Malbin felt his hands, with a life of their own it seemed, pulling his thick, black belt from the loops of his trousers. He allowed it to drape over the soft, luscious curve of her bottom and felt the pain of his labored breathing beginning to pound in his chest.
"Now, Master, I need your pain, now," the girl moaned, her voice deeply erotic now, shimmering with the liquid promise it offered. "Ohh, God, do it, Master, I am helpless, I am unable to escape! Hurt me, please, do it now!"
Malbin raised his arm over his head and brought the belt down suddenly against her awaiting behind. The sharp, loud crack it made rang through the air, followed by her tortured scream of pain.
He blinked, feeling a powerful churning in his belly as he stared down at the ugly, black width of the belt lying across her trembling buttocks. She squirmed against the .bed, wildly, shuddering with the effects of the blow.
"Ohh, God, yes, more, yes," she sobbed. "I want the pain you can give to me, Master! Look, I am so helpless for you now, and I am loving my helplessness! I love when you tie me and discipline me, Master! Give me more, I beg of you, now!"
The intensity of the desire that he heard in her voice could not be ignored, nor could the powerful craving he felt now, to beat her. Never in his life had he ever felt the wish to inflict pain on another, but seeing her so helpless and trapped, the harsh knots of the ties cutting deeply into her wrists and ankles, did something to him, then.
He lifted the belt as before, but this time there was no hesitation as he lashed downward at her buttocks, again. Her scream of agony filled the air, mingling with the cruel echoing slap of the leather meeting her tender flesh, and he felt the fire in his own loins growing more powerful and demanding.
"God, I like this," he whispered in shock and horror, unable to keep from striking her again. "I really like this, now!"
He lifted the belt and whirled it around his head, crashing it down savagely across her quivering shoulders. She wailed in pain, shuddering and rocking on the bed, sobbing as the welts began to rise up on her flesh.
Her skin was no longer merely pink where he had struck her, but darkening steadily into a deep, lush red. The sight of the damage he had done so far, stimulated him even more and he brought the belt down against the base of her spine, viciously, putting as much power and force into the blow as he possibly could.
She seemed to thrill to the pure savagery of the blow, the more it hurt, the more excited she got. Malbin's cock was throbbing wildly between his legs, now, and his balls were pounding with a fierce and wild ecstasy that he could hardly believe.
Again he struck her, crashing the belt against the back of her thighs viciously, making the whole bed rock with the force of the blow. She sobbed and nodded, her pretty head slamming against the mattress in delight.
"Ohh, God, that's good, Master, so good," she moaned, trembling so violently, that her legs and arms were straining against the ties that bound them. "Ummm, I love that, Master, I do, I do! I am completely under your control, hurt me more, take me, hard, please, now!"
Malbin felt almost like an insane animal as he began to beat her methodically, now. He brought the belt down on her buttocks, back and thighs with a cruel, calculated force, each blow timed for the maximum effect.
Again and again he struck the defenseless girl. He could barely breathe for the fire of passion that burned in his lungs, and he felt an awesome thrill racing through his entire body as her helpless suffering continued at his hands.
"Ahh, yes, bitch, suffer," he laughed, confused and shocked at the sound of his own voice. "Yes, live the pain, live the agony I give you, cunt! Take it, you whore, take all of it, now!"
He rained the blows down on her in a frenzy, then, no longer aware of what he was doing. All he cared about was the sound of leather crashing against the flesh, the delightful, enticing wet slap of it kissing her naked frame.
He worked the belt up and down her body, missing not a single spot of her adorable frame as he lashed her from her shoulders to her calves. She jerked and screamed with each savage blow, but never once begged him to stop.
Malbin felt as if he were in some other world than the normal one. It was almost as if he was standing outside of himself, watching carefully what he was doing to the helpless young girl. Clearly, he enjoyed her helpless position, the way the ties bound her so tightly to the bed, the way her flesh grew welted and red from the cruel torture he was inflicting upon her.
Her screams of pain seemed to be music to his ears, her harsh, wailing cries notes on some lovely, erotic scale that urged his passion on. He no longer thought of anything but the lust that was taking hold of him, and he lashed her with the belt again and again, until his arm grew too weak and weary to hold it any longer.
She lay, moaning against the mattress, crying uncontrollably, as he leaned against the closet door for support. "Ohh, God, don't stop now, Master," she gasped, her voice weak and torn with the pain she felt. "Now you must have me! You must take me violently! Yes, fuck me. Master, fuck me hard, for I can not deny you, now!"
Malbin's prick and balls were roaring with greed now. The come churned in his sack with a boiling fury and his cock throbbed so powerfully, it felt as if it were going to explode.
He gazed down at the bound and helpless girl's flesh, covered now with the marks of his cruel and violent beating, and just the sight of them, made him more lust-crazed than he ever had been in his life.
He fell upon the bed now, slithering his hands beneath her body, feeling the slipperiness of her flesh as the sweat of her agony poured off of her. She moaned as she , felt his greedy fingers clutching her breasts and digging down between her smooth, warm thighs.
He squeezed one tender globe savagely in his fist, digging his fingers into the soft, pliant boob ruthlessly. His free hand moved beneath her pussy, now, pulling and tugging at her cunt lips, smearing the digits with the thick, sticky juice that flowed from her burning cave.
"God, I want to fuck you so badly," he moaned, his big, heavy body quaking with the agonized greed he felt in his loins. "I just want to fuck you as hard and fast as I can!"
She laughed, clearly delighted by the way his fingers were squeezing and fondling her body in such a rude manner. She nodded, happily, grinding her cunt down hard on his hand, shivering as the powerful waves of excitement tore through her, also.
"That's just how I want it, Master," she sobbed through a thick, tortured voice. "I want you to fuck me hard, now, as hard and painfully as you can!"
Viciously, Malbin thrust two fingers into her cunt and listened with delight to the sharp, thick gasp that escaped her lips. He twisted and turned the plunging digits inside of her pussy, scraping them painfully against her tender inner walls.
The girl reacted violently, mashing her cunt down hard on his hand, while arching the rest of her body in a tremor of exquisite agony. She moaned loudly as she felt the kneading fingers turning inside of her cunt, spreading the inner passage wide in a cruel, unrelenting fashion.
Malbin's shaft was throbbing against her inner thigh, as he slipped down between the long, sleek limbs. She moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, driving them hard and fast against her throbbing pit.
He clutched greedily at her boob, pinching the nipple between his fingers as hard as he could, thrilled by the yelp of pain he heard as he squeezed the trapped nugget. Her cunt seemed to be on fire beneath his fingers, throbbing with more power and need than he would have believed possible.
She was rocking wildly from left to right, moaning and gasping as the pain and pleasure of his assault roared through her. From the way her cunt was expanding and contracting uncontrollably around his fingers, Malbin realized, with shock, that she was nearly to the point of climax.
He inched up over her, then, shoving his prick down between the apex of her lovely, warm thighs. She sobbed as she felt the thick, hard head of his tool meeting her wet, slippery cunt petals, pounding fiercely with greed.
"Now, ohh, Master, fuck me, now," she moaned, thrusting herself upward against him. "Yes, ohh, give it to me, violently, yes!"
Malbin groaned as the head of his tool quaked against her warm, quivering pussy lips. He could feel them twitching against his helmet, urging him to push beyond the tender petals to the steaming, taut passage inside.
Never had he experienced such overpowering lust. He groaned once more, thrusting forward, and drove his cock past the trembling folds of flesh. She screamed as she felt the huge,, hot prong entering her luscious pit.
His shaft was throbbing violently as he slithered it deep into her creamy tunnel. Her cunt walls vibrated violently around his tool, and her body jerked spasmodically as he pushed his manhood further into the burning chamber.
Her cunt seemed to be on fire with lust for his attack, and she squeezed him hungrily with her strong, inner muscles. He could feel her greedily gathering his tool inside of her, now, eager to have him bury the prick completely in her gripping passage.
"Jesus, that's good, man, that's good," he gasped, rocking from left to right as he thrust himself into her again. "God, I never felt anything so good in my life!"
She laughed wildly, bucking back at him, moaning in a torn and ravaged tone of voice. "Now, I am helpless, Master," she sobbed in agony. "Fuck me hard, give it to me hard! Now, I am yours, Master, now!"
Malbin could not help himself. He ground his thick, massive belly against the gentle curve of her buttocks, feeling the luscious tightness of her pussy wrapped around his aching tool. He withdrew his shaft three-quarters of the way, then thrust forward once more, driving it hard and fast into the young woman's channel.
The pain of his ruthless and violent attack seared her flesh completely, and she screamed with the agonizing ecstasy of his brutal assault. She felt the big man powering his rod to the very depths of her pit, and she moaned thickly, the sensation of him filling her completely, washing over her with delight.
Now, Malbin began to pump his meat in and out of her luscious pit with as much savage power and force as he could command. He took swift, hard strokes, his rhythm erratic and broken, but his passion stronger than he would have dreamed it could be.
Her cunt was undulating around his prick fiercely, and his shaft felt as if it were being caressed by the softest hands imaginable. He thrust into her wildly, now, pumping his tool faster and faster, thrilling to the sensation of her muscles kneading him, even as he was enthralled by her fierce screams of pain.
His attack was cruel and vicious, just as she had desired, and he could tell from the sweat that poured off of her body, now, that she was suffering horribly under the assault. He could no longer think about this, now, however, for he was totally consumed with lust and wanted nothing more than to come, wildly, and savagely, in her hot, gripping chamber.
As her cunt locked hard around his plunging tool, he realized that she was drawing quickly to a moment of intense and powerful release. He picked up the rhythm and force of his attack, slamming his cock into her even harder and faster, to lead her to the moment she craved.
"Ohh, Jesus, yes, I'm going to come, Master, I'm going to come," she squealed, her sobs of delight coated with the horribly wailing of her agony. "Going to come, you have made me come, Only because I am yours! Yes, Master, yes!"
The climax burst in the pit of her cunt and the waves of throbbing pleasure tore through her savagely, then. He could feel the heat of her release washing over his prick, swirling around the plunging rod uncontrollably, now.
She screamed and shuddered beneath him, her soft, tender buttocks wiggling delightfully against his loins as he bucked into again. She moaned and rocked, her cunt gripping and squeezing him spasmodically as the powerful orgasm tore through her, now.
For Robert Malbin, it was a moment of such pure, searing passion that he felt nearly faint from the sheer intensity of it. Never had he felt a woman climaxing so violently beneath him, and his own aching need was increased ten-fold now, as the young girl thrashed in the grip of her ecstasy.
He slammed his cock harder and faster yet, into the bursting tunnel of her pussy. He laughed wildly, his own voice strange and tortured to his ears. Again and again he thrust into her pussy, the come boiling feverishly in his balls, while the flesh of his aching tool seemed to be near to exploding.
Malbin could not believe it when his orgasm erupted in his loins. The sheer pain of his pleasure was so wild and fierce that he nearly fainted from the power of it. The come burst from his quaking weapon in powerful spurts, forcing him to bury the tool deep in her cunt as the hot, boiling fluid shot into her throbbing chamber.
"Ahhh, Christ, that's good," he moaned, bucking spasmodically as the hot semen pumped violently along his tortured manhood. "Yeah, Susan, I'm coming, ohhh, God, coming-so good, now, yeah!"
Again and again the waves of pure, fiery passion tore through his flesh, and Malbin had to surrender totally to the powerful pleasure he was experiencing. It was as if he had passed out for a few seconds, for in one moment, there was nothing for him but the quaking tremors of delight that ripped through his body, uncontrollably.
When at last he was drained of all lust, he rolled off the girl with an agonized moan, and lay beside her, gasping for breath. His mind was whirling with all that he had just done, and he turned to look at her, the shock clear in his eyes.
She smiled grimly. "Now you see what I mean?" she asked, her voice weak and broken from her suffering. "I'm no freak, but that's what happens to me, understand? I can't help it! I have no control!"
Malbin turned his head away and stared at the ceiling above them. She went on and on repeating the same words. She had no control over herself, she insisted, and Malbin trembled, slightly, wondering now, if he had any control over himself, either.
CHAPTER THREE
As she watched Michael Horden giving his speech, Darla James tried hard to ignore the troubling sensations she had been feeling for over a month, now. She gazed at the tall, handsome man, his body leaning into the podium, his right hand punching the air with authority as he spoke.
She was angry at herself, for sitting there, she knew that she should be the happiest, most excited girl in the world. Here she was, seated at the United States place in the General Assembly, and she was having doubts to the core of her soul.
That she felt as foolish and stupid as a teenage girl could be, she was well aware. To even begin to doubt the strong, powerful man in front of her was insane, yet she could not escape it.
Intently, she watched the way he moved his body, smooth and graceful, never the slightest degree out of rhythm. He had the ability to use every bit of himself when making a speech. Not the smallest portion of his body was at rest, nor unused. He was never stiff and awkward, but always completely in control.
She could not see how they could possibly argue with him. Even if they did not agree with what he was saying, they would be overwhelmed by his sheer presence alone. She certainly had been. She was as captivated as a young child around the man. And that too, disturbed her greatly.
After the first love-making session in his apartment, she had gone home, sore and confused, wondering just exactly what had happened to her. She had heard of people that enjoyed either tying someone up, or being tied up themselves, but she never imagined she would ever meet someone like that.
To her, it was rather silly to want to go through all that, just to make love. It was not that she. found it disgusting, just simply a waste of time. Why be all bound up, when you could be free to maneuver, she thought.
For awhile, she simply imagined that it was a quirk he had, some little game he liked to play for amusement. Even, perhaps, a test to see how much she truly loved him. She didn't mind the test at all, though her wrists hurt badly for a week afterward, and she would gaze at them now and then, in shock that she had gone through all that.
He had had to leave town, go back to Washington to speak to a few important people, and thus had not been with her for almost ten days. She could not figure out whether she was depressed by his absence, or relieved. For truly, her own reactions to the session with him, had been confusing to say the least. While she did not feel she enjoyed pain one little bit, she could not deny there had been something about it that stimulated her.
She hated to think she was looking forward to it again, but as she watched him now, finishing up the speech, she realized she was feeling a vague, yet powerful anticipation. Tonight would be their first night together in a long time.
Her wrists were now completely healed and of course, they did not bother her any more. But still, she could sense the ropes around them, almost feel the pressure and pain they had given her, and when she remembered the night, strange, powerful sensations rippled through her flesh that were much stronger than mere passion.
She slipped out of the room as he concluded the speech and raced down to the car port. A limousine was waiting for them, and she climbed into the back seat, trembling with growing excitement.
"Ohh, if he is only kind to me tonight," she murmured softly to herself. "Maybe it was just a little experiment, something he wanted to try out for once!"
As Michael Horden slipped into the back seat beside her and took her into his arms, she prayed that this was true, though she could not forget the room where it had happened, nor the strange and almost evil manner in which it was decorated.
"I have a little surprise for you, my darling," he whispered as he gave the driver of the car his address. "I am going to promise you an exciting evening!"
She trembled with excitement, wondering what that could be. "Where are we going?" she asked, breathlessly. "A show, after dinner?"
He laughed and patted her knee, affectionately. "You might call it that, my dear," he said mysteriously. "Though we won't have to leave the apartment to attend the performance!"
He would not tell her anything further, and her excitement at the surprise he had planned grew so powerful, that she forgot all about the worry and dread she had been experiencing earlier.
They had dinner on the terrace, delicious roast beef, prepared by his personal chef. He served them a delicate and rare wine, filling her glass again and again as she drank the sweet tasting liquid readily.
Strangely enough, though she was very, very excited, and could barely keep her hands off him all through the meal, she began to feel sleepy, once their dinner was finished. She yawned, and sighed, shaking her head in embarrassment.
"God, I don't know what's the matter with me," she moaned. She felt a little dizzy and he reached out to squeeze her hand.
"Perhaps you should lie down for a bit, my love," he said affectionately. "A little too much wine, maybe. Why don't you take a brief nap?"
She yawned again and nodded, allowing him to lead her over to the sofa. She lay down on the big, wide divan and he tucked a pillow beneath her head for comfort. He pulled up a chair beside her, and held her hand in his, whispering softly.
"Sleep now, my precious one, sleep a bit before the entertainment begins," he said, his voice rich and mellow, almost hypnotic, it seemed. "When you awake, it shall be to a different state, a feeling as you never have had before! Sleep, my lovely, and prepare!"
Darkness swirled around her and while she did not seem to fall completely asleep, she could feel and see nothing for the longest time. She heard faint voices, as if they were drifting down from a long way away, and then she felt strangely as if she were being lifted up from the divan and carried somewhere.
The voices grew louder, then and light began to reach her eyes. She blinked them rapidly, and when her vision was clear once again, she realized with a start that she was back in the same room Michael had taken her into before.
This time, however, they were not alone. There were perhaps a dozen other men in the room, all dressed expensively, mingling in groups of three and four, obviously quite excited from the anxious expressions they wore on their faces.
She stared around the room, gasping a bit as she saw Michael in the center of the luxurious and vaguely threatening chamber, standing in a long, flowing black robe, beside a huge, antique chair. Seated in the chair was a beautiful, attractive girl, naked, her long, thick red hair flowing over her shoulders and breasts.
She was just a few years older than Darla and seemed to be staring directly at her, though her eyes seemed dull and lifeless. She was sweating, it appeared, for her skin glistened under the glow of the hundreds of candles that were placed around the room. Darla stared at her intently, trying to discern the meaning of all of this.
"Ahh, my little playmate is with us again," Michael chuckled as he noticed Darla staring at the girl in the chair. "The entertainment can begin, gentlemen!"
Instantly, all the heads in the room turned toward the "spot where Michael was standing, and the buzz of conversation stopped. A sense of anticipation, so powerful and real, filled the air, that Darla felt her own flesh beginning to grow wet with the super-charged atmosphere that surrounded her.
Michael lifted the huge, golden pendant that hung around his neck and held it up for all to see. In the center of the pendant was a ruby gem, shaped like a diamond, twinkling brightly from the flickering candle light.
"This is our sacred charge," Michael whispered softly. "Those who know of this symbol of our power, bow to it, willingly!"
"All bow to the sacred power," the men responded, dropping to their knees in front of the sparkling pendant.
"Throughout the centuries we have struggled to regain the power the ancients bequeathed to us," Michael continued. "Now, our hour is at hand. The time of our reckoning swiftly approaches!"
"We shall abide, we shall triumph," echoed the men, their voices clearly chanting together as one, now.
"Gaze upon the symbol of our power, the mighty jewel of your destiny," he commanded them. "Learn the strength it gives your, for we are all as one hand, in the Brotherhood!"
"The Brotherhood, the Brotherhood," the men chanted. "All hail the Brotherhood!"
Michael stepped forward, and for the first time, as she tried to rise, Darla realized she was tied, tightly to the chair she was seated in. She gasped as she stared down at her wrists and ankles, tightly lashed to the arms and legs of the chair. Fear raced through her then, and she trembled as Michael continued his chant.
"Many have joined the Brotherhood, many of the greatest have served its aims!" he barked. "Remember them, Hitler, Stalin, Bismark, all back through the ages, all have been members of our most secret society!"
"Hail our former brothers, they shall live again," the men called out in harsh, compelling voices, the sound strange and terrifying to Darla's ears.
"We rule, as we logically should, through our women," Michael went on. "They are the key to our triumph, for they can bring our enemies down!"
"Train them, train them to obey," the men echoed. "Teach them their rightful place, show them how to serve us!"
Michael held up his hand to quiet the other men. Gazing around the room, Darla recognized, with a shock, a number of important businessmen and statesmen from around the world. She could not believe it, but they were all wearing similar pendants around their necks, though theirs were not nearly as powerful-looking or expensive as Michael's.
"As you know, the only way we can be sure of victory, is to subdue our enemies through the power women have over all men," he told them, his voice less demanding and forceful, now. "We can only hope to win, by enslaving as many females as possible."
He turned and smiled, coldly, at the young girl in the chair, now. He pointed to her, then turned his hand over and beckoned her to her feet, indicating that she should join him in front of the assembled men.
"This exquisite child is a new recruit to our cause," he whispered softly. "She has not yet learned to love us totally, without any thought to herself."
The young girl stepped carefully over to where Michael stood. Darla could see a thin bead of moisture between her breasts, and she noticed that the full, firm mounds were rising and falling rapidly, now, indicating that the excitement was building steadily in the girl, though her eyes were still vacant and dull.
"Come, Karen, come and greet your Masters," Michael whispered harshly. "They can give you what you crave, the pain and suffering that you desire."
The girl moaned as he spoke, shivering visibly, as if a sudden chill had swept through the room. She nodded her head, extending her arms out in front of her, now, her knotted fists pressed tightly together.
"Bind me, Master," she whispered softly. "Take my flesh, and make it captive, let me feel the cruel caress of a rope around my skin!"
Her voice was urgent and fierce, as if she felt a powerful, urgent passion searing her flesh deeply. Darla licked her lips, nervously, wondering what all of this meant, fearing, strangely, for herself and the girl as she watched what happened in front of her with intently staring eyes.
Michael smiled at the girl and took a piece of leather thong from within the folds of his robe. He quickly bound the girl's slender wrists tightly together, pulling on the ends of the thong until the thick cord cut deep into the girl's flesh and she winced in obvious discomfort.
"You wish to be my captive slave, do you not, Karen?" Michael asked. His voice was thick and harsh, now, clearly intent on demanding the correct response from her.
She nodded. "I ache to be bound. Master," she replied, the trembling in her voice an indication of her excitement. "I yearn to be completely helpless. My wrists are not enough. Master, I do not wish to be free to move at all!"
Michael laughed abruptly and turned, nodding in the direction of one of the men. "You have trained her well, Brother Devane," he said. "She is nearly to the point where she will be unable to do. anything but serve us unthinkingly."
The man he was speaking to stood up and nodded. "I thank you, Brother Horden," he replied. "The bitch had a set back, but she is over that, now. I do not think she will give us any more trouble!"
Michael motioned for him to kneel once more then he turned to Darla, smiling broadly. "You are about to witness a transformation, my dear," he told the young girl. She saw his eyes blazing fiercely, and she shook her head, wondering if she were only dreaming, now.
"You are about to see this young woman suffer, but suffer gladly. She will endure pain, and beg for more! She is about to undergo a change from normal, dull young woman, to a perfect and willing servant of our Brotherhood. She will do this willingly, and she will be rewarded with exactly what she desires."
He turned his attention back to the girl, now and took hold of the strands of thong that dangled from her bound wrists. He pulled on it harshly, dragging her with him to a curiously shaped piece of furniture to the right of where they had been standing. It was an oval shaped object, standing on four legs, that rose up to nearly waist high on the young girl.
Willingly, she bent over this object, and remained still as Michael slipped a heavy noose over her head. He pulled it tightly around her neck, until she was gasping for breath, then he bent down and slipped the end of the rope through an iron ring set in the floor.
He reached beneath the oval shaped object then, and quickly lashed her ankles to either leg of the stand, tying her feet far apart, so that she was trembling, dangerously, in position.
She groaned as Michael stood up again, the other end of the rope around her neck, now clasped in his hand. He pulled sharply on the length of rope, "dragging her head downward and her body over the oval base of the stand.
She gagged, her whole frame quivering with the tautness of her position, now. Michael secured the rope to a beam that ran up to the ceiling, effectively trapping the girl in place, leaving her hardly room enough to breathe, so tightly was she stretched over the oval object.
"How do you feel now, my dear, helpless, trapped?" he chuckled. He moved around behind her, running the palm of his hand over the smooth, sleek curve of her strained spine. "Are you quite unable to move?"
"Yes, ohh, God, yes, Master," the young woman moaned. From the sound of her voice, it seemed to Darla that she was deep in some sort of rapture. As if she could feel nothing but waves of pleasure rippling through her, from her helpless position. Michael patted her full, firm buttocks almost tenderly.
"Do you like being in this position, my dear?" he asked, slyly. "Do you like being naked and defenseless, unable to escape at all?"
Once more the young girl moaned, this time so clearly sexual in manner and tone, that it shocked Darla from the sheer intensity of her response. The young girl's head strained at the rope around her neck and she attempted to nod.
"I am in ecstasy, Master," she whispered, her voice thick and muffled from her desperate attempts to breathe. "I felt more alive than I ever have before in my life!"
"Look at her, Darla," Michael suddenly commanded. His voice was so sharp and loud that it startled the girl out of her trance and she gazed at him in fear. "Look at the way she trembles with pleasure and excitement! She is completely consumed with passion, now! A state of ecstasy to be desired, wouldn't you agree?"
Darla was sweating fiercely, now, trembling as she tried to clear her foggy brain of the effects of the wine she had taken. Her arms and legs were heavy and dull, her body seemed lifeless. She thought, vaguely, that she might have been drugged, but she could not understand, as yet, to what purpose.
Now, Michael turned to the wall behind him and unlocked a large, glass cabinet. He peered over the contents of the rack behind the doors and selected a long, thick, multi-stranded whip. He turned and cracked the strands of the instrument against the floor.
The sound ripped through the air with startling violence.
"Brother Devane, come forward," he hissed. "You shall be the one to discipline this slave, and give her the rapture of suffering she desires!"
The short, stocky man that had stood up before quickly made his way to his feet. He crossed the room in moments and took the ugly, black weapon from Michael's hands. He balanced the whip in his own hand, testing its weight and drag until he found a suitable grip on the tool.
Darla watched as he took up a position behind the trembling girl, drawn tight over the oval object. Her flesh was covered with sweat now, and she was uttering soft, quiet moans as he spoke to her in a cruel, harsh voice.
"You have come this far, bitch, but you have not surrendered completely," he snarled, draping the strands of the whip, teasingly across her shoulders. "I must drive all other thoughts from your flesh, now, so that you may be able to do your duty without hesitation."
Darla was certain the young girl would begin to beg him for mercy, for the cruel, black strands of the whip frightened her, even though it was not she that was about to experience the pain they could bring.
Instead, the young, beautiful red head nodded wildly again. "Teach me, Master, teach me to obey," she moaned, trembling anew as he pulled his hand back and the strands of the whip slithered down along her curved spine.
"Do you want to feel my punishment, do you want to feel my manhood?" he asked, brutally. "Are you ready to accept your proper place in the service of the Brotherhood?"
"Ohh, God, yes, Master," the young girl moaned, wildly. "I only wish to be completely in your power! The rope is my lover, it holds me in its cruel embrace, the pain is the symbol of the only love I crave! Now, Master, do it now!"
The short, stocky man stood back a few feet and lifted the whip high over his head. He brought it down savagely against the damp, naked shoulders of the girl in front of him, and Darla herself screamed, with the cruel sound of the strands of harsh, black leather lashing her defenseless flesh.
The crack of the whip meeting her skin made the young girl scream in pain, shuddering against the tight strands of leather and rope that held her fast. Almost at once, a deep, red welt rose up along the top of her shoulders, and the air became thick with the scent of musky desire.
Clearly, the man that struck her was now in some sort of state of passion. His eyes were glazed over and he trembled as he brought the whip down hard against the girl's firm, pert buttocks. The crack of the whip crashing into her flesh filled the room once more, followed again by her cry of torment.
"Suffer, suffer for your foolishness," he snarled, lashing her bottom once again with the whip, the cruel, cutting strands now opening her flesh and allowing a thin stream of blood to trickle over her thighs. "Love the pain, love it deeply!
"Ohh, God, yes, yes," the girl sobbed, rocking her buttocks from left to right, her face etched with a mixture of pain and pleasure, now. "Ohh, I feel so good, Master, your pain is so wonderful! Again, dear Master, hit me again!"
Once more the man brought the whip down, this time crashing it hard against the base of her spine. She screamed in agony, jerking violently under the effects of the blow. Her body twisted savagely, even against the tight pull of the ropes that held her ankles to the legs of the stand.
Her arms moved up and down, her wrists turning back and forth against the leather that bound them. She bit her lips and nodded, willingly offering her pert, creamy half moons for another blow, the flesh now smeared with the blood of her wounds.
"Will you serve us, bitch?" the man snarled, merely draping the whip across her shoulders once more. "Will you serve us without question, without any desire to do anything other than obey!"
"Yes, ohh, yes, yes," she moaned, shuddering so violently that Darla thought she might faint from her wanting alone. "I am in you command, now, Master, I can not escape you! I can only obey, for I am bound by the blessed rope to your will!"
The man called Devane chuckled harshly and began to strike her with the whip once more. Darla looked on in horror as blow after blow fell, cutting and slashing the girl's flesh until her back was a mass of dripping wounds, ribbons of torn flesh bleeding freely.
But the young woman did not appear to mind the punishment and torture one bit. If anything, it was clear to Darla that she welcomed each blow, lifted her body up eagerly to receive them.
The man continued to beat her with the whip for several more minutes, until Michael Horden stepped forward once more and shook his head for the man to stop. Michael held out his hand, and the man, breathing wildly now, his gasps loud and fierce as his excitement tore through him, seemed reluctant to give up the tool.
"Come, you know what must be done, next," Michael snarled. "She must be given your manhood, to seal the promise. You must please her, Brother Devane, if she is to obey. Loyalty must be repaid!"
Darla could see the girl writhing against the surface of the oval object now, her arms jerking violently, her fingers entwined as the pain she had to be experiencing continued to throb in her damaged body.
She watched, carefully, as the man behind the girl, now reached out with his hands and rubbed them over her battered, torn back. She winced in pain as he brushed his fingers over her wounds, slithering them down to her trembling buttocks.
She gasped softly, jerking forward, suddenly, as the man slithered the tips of his now blood-stained fingers down along the cleft between her poor, bruised buttocks. Her face twisted into a mask of pure ecstasy as the man began to knead her soft, spongy half moons with his sticky fingers.
"Ummm, ohh, yesh, Master, take me in the ancient manner," she groaned, shivering as another spasm tore through her, now. "Ahh, your fingers feel so good, there. Master! So strong and powerful, where I am weak and helpless! Yes, Master, give me yourself, there, r take me in the way I should be taken, now!"
The rope around her neck had cut so deeply into her flesh, that she was bleeding there also, now, her skin chafed and torn by the harsh strands. She gasped and shuddered, her body enveloped with pain, her back bent and strained from the pull on her neck.
Darla watched in sickening horror as the man named Devane rode his fingers back and forth along the damp, warm cleft between Karen's buttocks, now. He was eagerly massaging the moist, hot valley, kneading the fleshy pit between her cheeks. Her lips trembled with excitement and the sweat poured down her forehead as the man anxiously pressed his fingertips tightly against her anal dot.
The young woman gasped with the pain of his brutal probing. Her buttocks quivered violently as Devane pushed his fingers against the unyielding pit. She moaned thickly, shivering uncontrollably, the pain racing through her unrelentingly, now.
With a cry of triumph, the man forced a' single digit into the girl's throbbing ass. She sobbed with the harsh pain of his invasion, her body bucking against the oval standard in response to the plunging digit.
"Deeper, deeper, please," she moaned, rocking from left to right in spasms of agony.
"Ohh, God, please, give it to me, now, Master, now!"
Laughing cruelly, Devane forced his finger further along the hot, taut passage of Karen's anal canal. Her flesh quivered around the seeking prong, unyielding to the advance as the man continued to shove it deeper into her passage.
The pain was savage and fierce and her bottom felt on fire, but the young girl sobbed with obvious delight in her agony and the man laughed with pleasure as he felt her rectal muscles eagerly gripping his driving prong.
His free hand went to his trousers, now and he pulled down his zipper and began to knead his exposed cock. He rode his fingers back and forth along the length of his meat, soon joining the rhythm of his pumping hand with that of his finger pounding in and out of the girl's asshole.
Darla watched, unable to tear her eyes away from this strange and fascinating scene. She could see the pain written all over the girl's face, yet there was clear and certain ecstasy in the girl's eyes.
Even as she rocked and swayed with the cruel, plunging digit, Darla could tell that she was quaking with more than the violence of her torture. Pleasure, pure and undeniable, was racing through her at the same moment.
The man joined his first finger with another, and began to turn them both back and forth in the girl's throbbing pit. She gasped and moaned, trembling with the savage power of the thrusting digits, her lips drawn tightly across her teeth, in an almost animalistic snarl.
"Ohh, God, your manhood, you must give me the pleasure of your cock, now, Master," she moaned. "Please give it to me now! I need your manhood in my ass, right now!"
The man glanced up at Michael and he nodded swiftly. "Her time is ready, she yearns for the pain and pleasure of your assault," he said in a thick, tight voice. "You must please her, Brother Devane, even as she pleases you!"
Eagerly, now, the man removed his fingers from the girl's throbbing anal pit and gripped her buttocks in his hands. She gasped as he pulled them as far apart as possible, slipping his thick, long shaft between them.
Darla gasped in shock and horror as she realized that he did indeed intend to have her that way. Any shame or embarrassment she might have felt was long gone, now, for the incredibility of this event, mixed with the strange excitement she felt viewing it, had erased any other emotions she might have had.
She watched as if her eyes were frozen in place, now, as the man inched his prick deeper into the girl's anal cleft. She saw the look of shock and anticipation cross the girl's face, as the man's thick, hot prick head pressed against the entrance to her hot, tight chamber.
"Now, ohh, yes, take me, now, Master," she moaned, thrusting her buttocks back hard against the man's groin. "Ummm, yes, I want you in me, Master, in me, now!"
Devane groaned with excitement, his cock throbbing wildly, his balls churning with need as he thrust forward, now, driving his prick into the trim, narrow pit of the girl's quivering ass. She screamed at the harsh, sudden invasion, feeling her taut, rectal canal being torn by the cruel presence of the man's shaft.
She gasped, breathlessly, feeling her ass pounding with pain, her head tossing wildly on her shoulders as Devane groaned and pushed deeper into her, now. His cock slowly slithered down along the tight, small channel, every inch forcing the slender path to widen beyond any normal limits.
The girl shuddered violently, groaning as the pain grew more and more fierce, and the exquisite ecstasy of her suffering began to consume her. Her head nodded wildly again, and she began to laugh with overwhelming satisfaction.
"Ohh, God, yes, Master, yes, all the way inside of me, now," she moaned. She rocked from left to right and kneaded the plunging shaft with her firm, rectal muscles. "Umm, give it all to me, Master, every inch of your manhood, now!"
Devane gasped in effort and thrust forward once again, bucking hard as he forced the final inches of his prick into her wet, steaming chamber. He groaned as his cock buried itself to the hilt in the girl's ass, and he lay over her back, shuddering as it throbbed wildly in her burning pit.
All eyes in the room were on the two people, then, gazing at them fiercely as Devane began to rock his shaft in and out of the girl's tortured hole. He held her firmly by the hips, riding his cock back and forth in swift, savage strokes, grinding his belly against the luscious curve of her buttocks each time he. buried himself in her narrow passage once more.
His cock was throbbing fiercely in the girl's tender channel, now. He could feel the flesh surrounding his rod, quaking and kneading his prick with every stroke he took. The young girl could feel his prick throbbing violently, each pulsation giving her pain beyond belief and she nodded, sobbing and laughing her pleasure at the assault.
Again and again he powered his shaft into her ass. She sobbed and shuddered, bucking with the effects of the attack as the pain continued to roar through her.
Darla watched, her eyes wide as the thrilling rapture spread across the girl's tortured face, clearly showing her to be in a state of ecstasy beyond belief. She wondered how that could possibly feel, how anything so fierce and savage as what Karen was undergoing could give her such pleasure.
But there, was no escaping the girl's body as she eagerly thrust herself back to meet the plunging spear attacking her. She groaned and shuddered, bucking wildly as the prick pumped faster and faster along her aching canal.
The man moaned in pleasure, his fingers digging deep into Karen's hips, hugging her to his belly tightly as he buried his tool inside of her again. He could barely speak, now, so wild and compelling was the need that was throbbing in his loins.
"Ahh, yes, yes," he groaned, shuddering violently, now. "I'm going to come, going to come in you, Karen, now!"
"Ohh, Master, yes, let me have your seed, fill my ass with your seed," the girl sobbed. "Now, Master, come inside me, now!"
Darla imagined the room was shuddering with the savage and sudden effects of the man's climax. She thought she could see his cock slam hard and deep into the girl's tortured pit as the savage release swept through him.
He sobbed and shuddered, bucking wildly back and forth as the hot come spurted from his tool and seared the girl's inner walls with its creamy force. The girl's face was one of complete rapture and contentment as she felt the man climaxing in her pit.
She sighed and moaned, rocking from left to right, completely delighted with this final, and brutal moment of pain she was enduring. The moans that escaped her lips, were clearly those of intense and completely consuming passion.
Michael Horden smiled at Darla then, his lips tight and firm as if in a grimace. "Do you see, my love, all that awaits you?" he chuckled softly. "You have tasted the rope's caress once, the further ecstasies are yours for the asking! You need only to surrender to the gift they offer you, my dear!"
Darla James blinked and felt her stomach rumbling wildly. She felt as if she could not breathe, then, so powerful was the fear that was racing through her. She closed her eyes, as blackness descended upon her once again, and she thought she heard her own voice screaming in horror, though it seemed to come from much further away than her own, raw and quivering throat.
CHAPTER FOUR
Robert Malbin was uneasy. He did not feel comfortable arguing with his boss, but when it came to matters of conviction, there was little else he could do. He stood in front of Howard Jarvis' desk, trying hard to seem firm in his resolve.
"I don't think you can dismiss it as easily as that, Sir," he insisted, hoping that he didn't sound too smug or demanding.
Howard Jarvis ran a hand through his white mane of hair and shook his head angrily. "God damn it, Malbin, sometimes I wonder who you think runs this firm," he snarled. "We decide which clients were take on, not the clerks, you know!"
Malbin sighed. This was a trying time for him in any event, ft didn't help matters any that he felt his boss was being more than a little stupid and pig headed. He shook his head again.
"If you don't take this girl's case on, Sir, f will have to do it myself," he said flatly. "I'll just have to handle this on my own time, then."
Jarvis stared at the big, overweight man with amusement in his eyes. "I bet you would, too," he groaned. "I just bet you'd do that, wouldn't you?"
"She needs help, Sir," Malbin insisted. "I know you think she's nuts, but I feel there is something more to. this than meets the eye."
"And what marvelous bit of insight give you that idea, may I ask?" the older man, wondered aloud. "Tell me all about this hunch of yours, Malbin."
Robert Malbin did not respond. He had no intention of telling Howard Jarvis what had happened just a few nights ago. That whipping he had given her, the painful beating she had demanded. It was like a nightmare to him, and he wasn't about to tell Jarvis any of his part in it.
He still couldn't believe that he had done what he had done. It made no difference to him that she had begged him for it, had pleaded with him to tie her up and beat her savagely. He had done it, and that scared him.
After that first afternoon, he tried to get the firm to take her case. She would say no more to the other members, beyond that fact that she wanted to sue her employer for abusing her.
To Malbin, she told more. As they had laid in bed after the first session, he shaking with fear at what he had done, she told him what little she knew. Her boss, Steven Devane, was a member of some secret soceity called the Brotherhood.
She didn't know very much more about it, other than the fact that there were many other members, the whole world around, and they had plans to gain power in dozens of governments.
Why, she had been brought into this, she could not tell him. She could only say that it appeared they were in need of women, and she suspected that this was to recruit new members to the secret organization.
"You saw how you responded," she told him, simply. "You beat the hell out of me, didn't you?"
Malbin winced at that but nodded. "I didn't have any idea I could do something like that," he moaned. "I swear, it never crossed my mind before."
She nodded with a sigh, allowing him to smear a bit of soothing ointment over her bruised back and buttocks. "I know, Devane tells me all men have such secret wishes," she explained. "The Brotherhood exploits them, and pulls its members in through that wish that burns in the soul of every man."
"The wish to bind a woman into helpless submission, and punish her cruelly?" Malbin had asked, quietly.
Karen had nodded.
Then she disappeared without a trace. He tried for three days to track her down, but she left no word at her apartment. When she surfaced again, she came to him late at night, and begged him to beat her again.
This time, she wanted a more brutal punishment, and Malbin once more found himself gathered into the urge and excitement, unable to keep from lashing the willing, bound woman into a state of screaming ecstasy. Only when his blows drew blood, was he able to cease beating her, shocked back into reality again.
Once more she disappeared, and this time it had been over a week since he last saw her. He was growing more and more worried each day, and that was why he was urging Howard Jarvis to take the case on. Only by going through a legal process could the facts be brought to light.
"Well since this woman is nowhere to be found, what do you propose to do first?" Jarvis asked, his voice slightly taunting.
Malbin smiled. "I thought I would take a run over to the U.N., Sir," he said. "Devane is set for a meeting with Michael Horden, our ambassador, I just thought I'd casually happen to be around, perhaps catch him in an idle moment."
Jarvis sighed in exasperation and waved Malbin away. "All right, go ahead," he snarled. "But if you get your ass into hot water, don't coming running to the firm to turn off the gas.
Malbin nodded quickly. "I won't. Sir," he said. "And thank you!"
On the way to the U.N., Malbin tried to figure out how to approach Steven Devane. He felt that the best way was to act completely casual. Just to probe a bit, find out what the man's interests were. There was no need to mention Karen Bruce other than in passing, he thought, and gauge Devane's reaction.
He was making his way to the General Assembly when he turned a corner and bumped into a young woman coming out of the elevator. He knocked the stack of folders she was carrying out of her hands and quickly bent to pick them up.
He stopped short when he saw her face. "Darla?" he asked. "Aren't you Darla James, Miss?"
The girl peered at him, then broke into laughter. "Well, Bob Malbin, it's been a long time," she smiled, taking the hand of the young man who had first made love to her so long ago.
"What are you doing here," he asked. "I never would have suspected you working as a clerk in the U.N." .
She chuckled. "It's a bit more than that," she assured him. "I'm an aide to Ambassador Horden, and quite a good one, I might add."
Malbin's face darkened for a moment. "How about that," he chuckled. "I'm just on my way to see him, or rather his guest!"
Darla now appeared to be concerned. Carefully she asked Malbin's business with the man from the defense industry. "Is he in some kind of trouble?" she asked, after Malbin told her about the law firm he worked with.
He shook his head as they walked along. "No, I just want to see if he happens to know where a client of ours, is," he lied. "She's skipped without paying her bill. Nothing to do with him, actually."
Darla seemed to be relieved and Malbin felt a dread running through him. He had liked the girl from the moment he met her years before, and had been greatly disappointed when she did not want to continue seeing him. He found her to be bright and charming, aside from being a very delightful lover, even if it had been the first time for her. He did not like to think she might be involved in something dangerous or bad, such as Karen Bruce's disappearance.
"Listen," he asked her, stopping her before they reached the great hall where the assembly met. "How about dinner this evening?"
Darla was about to say no, but something stopped her. She had been feeling so confused and strange, lately, that she wondered if some outside advice might not be in order. She gazed into the kind, warm eyes of Robert Malbin, and suddenly found herself accepting his invitation.
He smiled happily and opened the door for her, and they both stepped into the room. As they took seats near the back of the hall, Darla felt her thoughts drifting back to the evening before. Just two nights ago she would never have accepted a date with the big, gentle man beside her, she would have felt 'no need, but now, it was different, now she was more worried than she ever had been before.
All the day after that strange night at Michael's house, she tried to piece it all together. When she awoke on his divan, she asked him what had happened in the room, but he acted as if he didn't know what she was talking about.
He tried to convince her she had had a nightmare, and she might have believed him, if Steven Devane hadn't shown up in the office the next day, and what Michael had done to her the following evening hadn't taken place.
She leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes now, allowing herself to remember everything completely, for she had the feeling she was going to be telling Bob Malbin a lot before this night was through.
Michael had not spoken of the night before all during their dinner. He brought her back to his apartment once again, though she had not wanted to return to it, for she feared the sense of being controlled by him, whenever they were there. But of, course, she had given in and returned for him, his quiet insistence was too much for her to fight.
She ached to tell him of her doubts and fears but said nothing as they shared brandy, as before, on his large divan. "Ahh, you are so beautiful, my dear Darla," he had whispered lovingly.
She felt his lips at her ear lobe, nibbling the tender bit of flesh, endearingly. She shuddered as his teeth took sharp, tiny bites, giving her a bit of pain that was somehow exciting and stimulating.
"Ohh, Michael," she said, her voice already quivering with desire. "I just don't understand you. I don't understand us, either!"
He laughed, pulling away from her and shaking his head. "I am offering you love, and you tell me you don't understand?" he looked stern. "You will just have to learn to trust me, Darla, that's all!"
She wanted to trust him. More than anything else she had ever wanted in her young life, she ached to be able to trust completely, this strong, powerful man who claimed to love her so deeply.
But the nagging doubts about him, about even herself and how she responded to him, would not go away. She rose from the divan and began to pace back and forth, shivering as she walked in front of him, for speaking was difficult and even frightening to her.
"I just don't know, Michael," she sighed. "These things that we do, the tying and the beating, I just don't know."
"You have enjoyed yourself so far, haven't you?" he asked coldly. "Haven't you enjoyed the sense of freedom you get when you are completely helpless, totally under my control? Haven't you enjoyed that immensely?"
She wanted to scream at him that that was just the point, that she had enjoyed it to a certain degree, and that was exactly what frightened her. But no words would come to her, and she could only stare at him helplessly.
Michael Horden now laughed and rose to his feet, beckoning her to his open embrace. She went to him, as if in" a trance, suddenly feeling too weak and exhausted to argue with him. His strong arms enfolded her, and his voice whispered soothingly in her ear.
"I know what is best for you my love," he said, sensuously, his hand brushing up and down the smooth, delicate track of her spine. "I know all that you desire, even as you do not know it yourself!"
She shuddered, unable to resist the power of his voice, the warmth of his embrace, nor the tingling caress of his hand. His lips moved over her cheek and to her own, succulent petals and she kissed him passionately, then.
He ground his mouth over hers savagely, his teeth biting at her lips, then his tongue probing, insistently, between them. She moaned as she felt the seeking spear lashing against her own pink, moist arrow, and the faint stirring in her loins grew more powerful and demanding, now.
"You have to learn to enjoy yourself with me, more, my dear," he told her slipping his strong right arm underneath her legs and lifting her in the air. "You have to relax and embrace the love that I offer you."
Slowly he carried her into the bed room and then set her down on the big, round bed. She was trembling with excitement now, her flesh damp with the sweat of her rising passion. She moaned and sighed as the bent over her, his fingers quickly pulling down the zipper to her pant suit.
She heard the sensual hiss of the zipper riding down over her breasts to her crotch and the pressure of his fingers moving against the garment made her quiver with anticipation, now. The zipper ended at the apex of her legs and she went limp as he turned her body to free her of the unwanted suit.
He placed it on a chair and gazed at her, fondly, now, as she lay on the bed, clad only in her bra and panty hose. He beckoned to her to rise and she sat up, allowing him to reach behind her back and unfasten her bra.
It came free with a loud snap and her pert, round breasts bobbled enticingly on her chest, the nipples already firm and erect, two, sweet pink nubs against the lush, alabaster background of her precious globes.
Quickly his hands dropped to her hips and he slid her panty hose down over her creamy thighs and long, tapered legs. She giggled almost girlishly as he pulled them over her tiny, exquisite feet, dropping them carelessly to the floor.
She watched with growing excitement as he quickly removed his shirt and tie, and slipped out of his trousers. His shorts were already bulging with the erection he had, and she, gasped in greedy delight as he slipped out of them, revealing the thick, hard prong of his huge cock.
"You must learn a lesson in obedience," he barked softly. "Come here to me, Darla, I will now teach you how to act with me!"
As if in a dream, she rose from the bed, unable now, because of the throbbing need for him that burned in her loins, to resist his command. She drew up next to him, and he quickly turned her around.
He took hold of her arms and pulled them hard behind her back. She winced as she felt him lashing her wrists together with a thin length of rope, tying the knot as tightly as he could. The rope cut into the flesh of her wrists as it had so often in the past, and already the dull throbbing ache was racing through her arms.
Now he bent down and lashed her ankles together with another length of cord, this time slipping the dangling length of the first, through the space between her supple legs. He pulled up on the cord, savagely, making her bend backward, almost pulling her feet out-from underneath her.
"You are quite helpless, now, Darla," he laughed softly. "You are my captive, my complete and defenseless slave."
She moaned, fear rushing through her, even as the persistent sense of delight would not leave her. The curious mixture of emotions, fear and excitement at her helpless position, grew stronger, until she could not tell which of them was the more dominant of sensations.
He bent into her, then, pressing his lips on her shoulders, running them back and forth in a maddening, exciting manner. She groaned as he tugged on the cord once more, clasping one of his hands over her left breast to keep her from falling to the floor.
"God, God, Michael, I'm so afraid," she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion at this point. "Help me, Michael, please, I am so scared!"
She was trembling so violently, by now, that she could barely remain erect on her tightly bound feet. She could feel his prick, thick and hard, throbbing against the moist, quivering cleft of her buttocks, and as her terror grew, so it seemed, did the powerful pulsation in his shaft.
He chuckled, kneading her firm, round globe in his fingers. Her nipple was pressed tightly into his palm and she groaned as he mashed his hand down hard on the luscious sphere, digging his fingers deep into her soft, pliant mound.
She groaned and shuddered, rocking from left to right on her heels, feeling her whole body, it seemed, growing more excited with his almost savage caress. He dropped his hand down to her belly, slithering his fingers through the thick, silken strands of hair that covered her pussy mound, and tugged on them, playfully.
"That's exactly how you should feel, my love," he laughed, softly. "I want you afraid, I want you terrified. F think you will come to see how delightful it is to be trapped, to be completely helpless!"
She moaned once more, unable to escape the dull, almost painful throbbing in her loins as his fingers kneaded and caressed her precious mound. He slithered two digits up and down along the length of her cunt petals, pinching them between his roaming digits, rolling the slippery lips back and forth.
The waves of pure, searing need rippled through her pit with growing power and force.
The hot, stinging pleasure of his fingers massaging her warm, dripping cunt petals grew stronger, and she began to feel the liquid fire of wanting tearing through her entire body, now.
"Ohh, Michael, you make me feel so wonderful," she moaned, bucking her cunt, spasmodically into his hand. "I.. . T can't stand it when you touch me like this!"
He laughed again, yanking harder on the rope. She felt her feet going out from under her and she screamed out in fear as she fell downward to the floor. He did not allow her to land heavily, but rather followed her down, guiding her to her knees. He pulled hard on the rope, now, drawing her legs back, almost to her wrists as he bound the length of rope together.
She was now kneeling on the floor, her ankles almost to her hands, her body trembling with the pain and tautness of her position. She moaned as she tried to steady herself, unable to move more than an inch or so in any direction, without fear of toppling over.
He laughed as he came around in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Sec how marvelous it is, my dear?" he chuckled softly. "See how wonderful it is to be unable to escape me, now?"
She could see his prick, thick and huge, throbbing as it stuck out from his groin, nearly at her lips, now. It rocked back and forth, scraping her beneath the chin. She shuddered, her eyes darting up from the thick, long spear, to his own blazing orbs staring down at her, then.
"You are in my power, now, Darla," he whispered, his voice confident, yet full of passion for her, nonetheless. "I can do anything I want with you, anything!"
It was true, of course, and a strange, powerful excitement once again came over her, as she realized how truly helpless she was. She had no idea why she should feel this excited by her position, but she could not deny the tingling sensations that rippled through her. as she understood she was his defenseless captive, now.
He pinched her cheek cruelly, then and she moaned in pain. "I own you, bitch," he told her coldly. "I am your Master, you are my slave. Anything I wish to do to you, I can, and you are unable to resist."
He ran his hands over her shoulders, down to the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. "Feel the rope, my dear?" he said, his voice thick and compelling. "Feel its tightness, the way it cuts into your flesh so delightfully? Ahh, is it not the most blissful sensation you have ever had? Do you not feel a growing love for the rope, even as it hurts with its strong embrace?"
Darla groaned, so confused now, by all that was happening, that she could hardly think straight. She had no idea what to believe anymore, beyond the powerful urge in her loins, and the constant throbbing in her bound limbs.
"Learn to love the rope, my dear, learn to love it as you love me," he told her. "The rope is the gift of my love, it shows you how much I care for you! The rope is me, love it as you would me!"
Darla shivered, listening to his words, twisting her wrists and ankles at the thick, coarse strands that bound her. She shivered once again as the cord bit deeper into her flesh, and the pain grew more powerful in her throbbing hands and feet.
The rope gave her pain, yet it also gave her the excitement of being completely helpless, unable to resist the powerful man in front of her. She felt herself thrilling to the tightness of the rope, thrilling to the way it brought her to the place of total and complete surrender.
She rocked from side to side, quivering with the dull, throbbing pain that would not seem to leave her, but grow ever stronger with every movement she made. His hands were at her breasts and loins once again, kneading and caressing her as before.
She sobbed as she felt him pinching her nipples in turn, rolling and tweaking them between his thumb and forefinger. The tiny nuggets stung with a delicious and satisfying pain, and her breasts trembled with the violent spasms of delight that tore through them, now.
At her cunt, his hand was equally as active. He slithered his fingers down betWeen her thighs, wedging the hand between them, harshly, rubbing the tips of his fingers against her trembling cunt lips.
The creamy liquid of her mounting passion was seeping from her pit, now, coating his fingers with a thick, sticky film. He bent his head, kissing her lightly on the lips, as he rode his digits up and down over her quaking petals of love.
She sobbed as his tongue lashed her own, and his fingers probed the moist, warm entrance to her cave. The hot, stinging fires of need grew stronger as he slipped two of his spears into her, thrusting them deep into her narrow, tight passage.
"Ohh, Michael, yes, yes," she sobbed, trembling violently in response to his invading digits. "Ummm, that is so good, so nice and good, please, more!"
Michael Horden laughed in a deep, thick tone of voice. It was clear to him, that she was growing more and more excited by his attack, her cunt now dripping with juice, hot and fiery around his thrusting fingers.
The young girl moaned, swaying from left to right as he plunged the spears in and out of her pussy, rolling and turning them in and out of her, violently, now. His mouth slipped down to her breasts, and the small, round globes trembled as he ran his lips over them.
He lathered her nipples with his tongue, then gathered one of the pink, hard nuggets between his teeth and sucked on it passionately. The girl shuddered in response, feeling his teeth locking hold of her tender nub, sucking on it as he pulled it deeper into his mouth.
The shuddering waves of pleasure tore through her, then, making her groan and sob with increasing need, as the man lathered the trapped morsel with his tongue. His fingers plunged back and forth along her hot, wet tunnel, then, twisting and turning as they rode, the slippery channel, each stroke bringing her nearer to a shuddering, powerful climax.
His thumb was scraping back and forth against her clit, now, pushing hard on the taut, twitching pebble, sending harsh, cruel waves of need tearing through her loins. She moaned and rocked, bucking back and forth, her eyes blurred with the tears of excitement, now, as the passion took hold of her.
"Ahh, yes, that's it my dear," chuckled Michael Horden as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, and sucked hungrily on her boobs. "Come, my dear, come so nicely. Only I can make you come this good, only the rope that binds you fast, can free you to experience such pleasure!"
She could not believe that this was true, but there was no denying that some strange power surged in her loins, as she felt her helplessness, now. She could not move, therefore all thoughts were concentrated in her loins and breasts. She was unable to escape, therefore there was no need to concern herself with anything but the quaking sensations she was experiencing.
Could she truly come to love the rope, she wondered. Could this helpless, captive position she was in, truly lead her toward a more exciting climax than she had ever felt before? She had no answer to the question, but the throbbing, aching delight in her pussy could not be denied, and the sense that there was nothing for her.to do but surrender to the pleasure she was feeling, overwhelmed her in that moment.
Again and again the fingers plunged to the depths of her hot, aching passage. He seemed to know just exactly what to do, for each stroke brought her higher and higher in the shimmering plain of ecstasy.
"Ohh, give me your cock, please, your cock, Michael," she sobbed, twisting and turning as the aching greed tore through her, now. "Let me have it, darling, let me have it now, I beg you, please!"
But he ignored her desires and pumped his fingers faster and harder into her cunt. The agonizing wave of greed swept through her uncontrollably, now, and all thoughts of anything beyond her climax were washed completely out of her, then.
The orgasm burst savagely in her pit and she screamed almost in pain as the hot, powerful spasms tore through her cunt. She sobbed and groaned, rocking from left to right, jerking violently as the climax roared through her pit.
Shivering with delight, she moaned and gasped, falling against him heavily, as the come of her pleasure washed over his still thrusting digits. He laughed as he felt her cunt muscles quivering and kneading his fingers, the inner walls of her pussy throbbing with the effects of her delightful release.
When the last, thrilling tremor of her climax escaped her, he pulled his damp, sticky prongs from her cunt and wiped them off on her moist, trembling thighs. He stood up once again, glaring down at her now, his cock still thick between his thighs.
"Now do you see, bitch, how only I can give you pleasure?" he hissed. "I have decided what passion you shall feel! I have given you the wonderful experience of orgasm, in the manner I saw fit."
He took hold of her hair and drew her head up from her chest with a harsh tug. She stared into his eyes, trembling uncontrollably with exhaustion, now. He was smiling cruelly, as he pulled her head to his groin.
"You will now please me, in the manner I have chosen," he barked softly. His cock was growing once more, expanding against her soft, warm cheek. "I make all the decisions around here, Darla. I decide how and when our orgasms shall happen. You are helpless, the rope has made you mine. Now you shall service me as I desire!"
He pushed back her head and thrust his prick at her lips. "Lick my cock, Darla," he commanded. "I wish you to take me in your mouth, suck me to climax! That is how you shall repay me for the pleasure I have given you. Start with my balls, bitch!"
Her wrists and ankles scraped against the tightness of the rope that bound her, now, and she could feel the harsh, coarse strands cutting into her flesh as she tried, in vain, to escape their grip.
There was indeed, something thrilling about being this completely defenseless, she began to realize. Something wild and wonderful, beyond all description. She bent her head once more to his cock, and eagerly began to kiss her way along the length of the hard, throbbing prong.
She rolled her tongue down to the base of his tool, and slithered the precious spear through the tangled thatch of hair that covered his balls. The huge, hairy sack was already taut and pounding, churning with the come that boiled around the aching stones.
Eagerly she opened her mouth and sucked the hot, pulsating bag inside, locking her lips and teeth around the pounding sack. Michael groaned as she locked her teeth down hard on his container, and began to slap at his nuts with her pink, moist tongue.
She threw the aching nuggets back and forth against her warm, delightful inner cheeks, and began to suck hard on the imprisoned stones, humming softly as she lathered them viciously.
The man groaned in pleasure, steadying himself with his hands at her shoulders. Darla could feel the heat and power of his balls pounding in her mouth and she grew more and more excited by the complete helplessness of her position, and the knowledge that she had to do exactly as he wanted her to.
Almost hungrily now, she lathered his nuts, rolling them back and forth in her mouth, sucking on them as hard as she could. She felt his fingers digging deep into the flesh of her shoulders, squeezing them painfully, once again showing her how total his control over her was. "Darla, work on my cock," he groaned. "I want my prick deep in your throat, when I come! I want you to swallow every drop of me, bitch!"
Quickly, the eager young girl began to kiss and nibble her way back up along the thick, hard spear. She licked and lathered his burning meat, digging her teeth into his flesh as she went along.
When she reached the rim of his pounding helmet, she fastened her lower teeth around it and slipped the huge, engorged head into her mouth. He gasped as she locked her lips around the throbbing head and snapped at its burning surface with the tip of her darling little arrow.
He shuddered and groaned, bucking savagely, then, driving more of his tool into her precious oral cavity. As quickly as she could, she relaxed her throat muscles to allow him more access, and gagged a bit as the huge, demanding prong slithered down deep into her silken passage.
He groaned again and thrust forward once more, burying his cock to the hilt, this time, in the depths of her tight, warm canal. Her velvet chamber locked tightly around his prick, and the constant throbbing of his need quaked violently against her slippery, warm flesh.
"Suck it, bitch, suck it good," he moaned, rocking back and forth, slithering his tool in and out of her mouth. "You are my captive slave, now, suck me off! Make me come good, you helpless cunt, make me come good!"
She flexed her throat muscles around his plunging shaft and eagerly twisted and turned her wrists and ankles against the cord that bound them. She felt the two, distinct sensations of her limbs being tied tightly, and his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and the twin feelings thrilled her beyond belief.
Eagerly, now, she rode his prick in and out of her tight, wet channel. She loved how it pounded against the warmth of her inner walls, seemingly growing bigger and bigger with every savage thrust of his hips.
She bent into him, unable to move, of course, and experienced a joy at being helplessly tied, forced to suck him off, that she never would have dreamed she could feel before. As his prick rammed in and out of her throat, faster and harder now, she could not think of anything but how utterly free she was feeling.
There was nothing she could do but obey him, and that made her feel absolutely wonderful. To be so helpless, so completely in his power was truly delightful, she realized and she sucked all the harder on his pumping shaft, now, because of it.
Again and again he slammed the huge, hot weapon into the depths of her silken canal. His lust was consuming him, now, and she could feel the hot, fierce pounding of his tool growing more and more wild with every thrust.
She ached to feel his come in her mouth, to swallow the boiling liquid of his passion. He shuddered and gasped, twisting and turning then, moaning as the orgasm reached a moment of extreme explosion in his loins.
"Yes, make me come in your mouth, yes," he nearly sobbed. He thrust hard and fast into her mouth, burying his prick to the hilt in her throat, now. "Make me come, my captive bitch, make your Master come so good!"
She sucked and chewed on the root of his prong and felt the sudden, powerful release of his need as the hot come began, to spill into her velvet chamber. The waves of thick,' burning fluid filled her mouth, then and she gulped frantically, trying to swallow every drop of the bitter-tasting cream.
He swayed from left to right, shuddering with the spasms of pleasure that rocked his loins. He moaned as she sucked the juicy come out of his cock, licking and nibbling with delight at his bursting weapon.
Darla could think of nothing, now, but how wonderful it was to have to do this for him. How completely delightful it was to be forced to suck him off. She was tied with rope, unable to escape, and the lack of having to consider anything other than his command was truly wonderful indeed.
His orgasm lasted for only a brief moment, but for her, it was as if time had stopped. She had recognized something in herself that frightened her, once their passion had calmed. She had loved what he made her do, had loved being helplessly bound and under his control.
As she sat with Robert Malbin in the back row of the huge hall, now, she shuddered with despair at the memory. What would happen next, she wondered. To what depths of complete surrender had she yet to fall. There had to be some way to find the answer, and she hoped, with Robert Malbin's help, she might yet understand what kind of woman she was turning into.
CHAPTER FIVE
His encounter with Steven Devane, had been amusing, to say the least, thought Robert Malbin. He was seated on the small sofa in his apartment, listening, vaguely, to Darla James telling him about Ambassador Horden.
His mind, was on other things, however. He thought about Devane's paled reaction to his questioning concerning the missing Karen Bruce, and he was certain the man had not been telling him the truth.
Devane had insisted that he did not know where she was, but his left eye had twitched as he had spoken, and the tic was certainly not a normal or natural one. Malbin had left the man, gathering no information, but believing that the man knew much, much more.
As for Darla James, Malbin was intrigued as to why she accepted his invitation to dinner. All through the meal, and even into their returning to his apartment, she had talked of nothing but the ambassador. It was clear to Malbin, that she was in love with the man. So. the question was, why did she go out with him?
He stared at her, as she continued to praise the ambassador, which was even harder for Malbin to listen to, for he despised the man.
He found Michael Horton to be a person that stood for everything he himself hated. Horden wanted to crush the third world countries under his heel, fought every bit of the way to prevent them from gaining any strength in the world. Horden was rich and powerful, and it was obvious to Malbin, that he intended to remain that way.
"Listen, I think I've heard enough about Michael Horden to last me a lifetime," he sighed at last. "Can't we talk about something else?"
Darla James smiled crookedly, sighing and nodding her head. "I'm sorry, Bob," she moaned. "I guess I'm just a little wound up. I haven't been very good company, have I?"
He colored, feeling embarrassed he had barked at her. "Don't mind me, I guess I'm just jealous, that's all," he said. He reached out and patted her tiny, elegant hand with one of his own, beefy paws. "I still got a thing for you, you know."
Darla James gazed into his eyes and found the strength and warmth she was looking for. She hated herself for how she was about to use this man, but there was nothing else for her to do, but try and compare her reactions to him, to those that she felt with Michael. Only by experimenting, she had decided, would she learn the truth about herself. Did she love Michael, or the bondage he gave to her.
When Malbin attempted to lift his hand from hers, she held to it, tightly. She smiled at him and brought his fingers to her lips, kissing each of them, tenderly.
"I missed you, Bob," she told him, not completely lying either. "I missed all the talks we had, the dreams we both revealed."
Malbin shuddered, feeling uncomfortable with the sensation of her soft, pliant lips moving back and forth across his fingers. Slight tremors were racing through his loins, and he did not need to feel a desire for her that was certain to remain unfulfilled, given her affection for Michael Horden.
Knowing that, he wondered what her purpose was. Her tiny, even teeth nibbled on his fingers, and he pulled his hand away, suddenly. "What made you go out with me?" he asked, his voice thick and tight, despite his attempts to remain calm.
"I need your help, Bob," she said, her voice whispery and trembling a bit. "I am confused, and I need your help in understanding something."
Malbin sighed. He had often been the confidant to women before, and it appeared that this was to be one of those times. It was nice to know that women trusted him, but it did not help his passion, any.
"What kind of help?" he asked, relieved that his voice was thinning out, and the slight rumbling in his balls was subsiding. "You seem to be in a pretty good place these days, I don't know what I can do for you."
Darla leaned against him heavily, then, her head resting on his wide shoulders. "I have to figure out something important, I have to compare a few things," she explained. "I can only do that with somebody else, and that somebody has to be you!"
Vaguely, Malbin thought he might have understood her meaning. He slipped his arm around her, conscious of the softness of her breast as his hand brushed against it. She was wearing a tight body shirt, and it was obvious, from the way the pert, round dots of her' nipples pressed into the material, that she wasn't wearing a bra.
He moaned again as he felt the lovely sphere trembling against the pressure of his hand. He wanted to take his paw away from the precious, pert mound, but found he could not. She leaned into him a little more, and his fingers slipped beneath the tender globe, cupping it gently in his palm.
"Umm, that's it Bob," she moaned, happily. "Yes, please, touch me, there!"
"Jesus, Darla, you don't know what you're doing to me," Malbin groaned, his fingers, as if with a life of their own, closing around the firm, yet pliant breast. "God, you getting me really turned on!"
She laughed sensuously and ran her hand down over his shirt to his belly and groin. She pressed her palm against the front of his trousers and felt the throbbing of his growing shaft behind them.
"I want you that way, Bob," she whispered softly. "I want you as turned on as I can get you! I want you hard, Bob, painfully hard for me!"
"Why, why do you need, that?" he moaned, trying to shift his groin away from her hand. "Why do you have to do that to me?"
She would not let him escape, however. Tenderly, she began to squeeze the throbbing bulge with her slender, soft fingers, kneading the prick through his pants in a delightful manner. His cock began to ache powerfully, then, and his own fingers closed even tighter around her soft, quivering boob. .
She shuddered as she felt the thick, strong digits squeezing and massaging her breast, now. She felt them rubbing her nipple briskly, making it ache with delight, and the wave of passion that rippled through her from the caress, left her weak and gasping with a savage need.
"Umm, that's wonderful, Bob, more, yes, more," she moaned, crushing her chest against his hand. "Help me, Bob, help me to find out whether I love him, or what he does to me! Help me, please!"
Malbin felt her fingers now tearing at his trousers, trying desperately to pull them free and release his aching cock from its confinement. She ripped his zipper down, then, and thrust her hand inside, hungrily.
"What.. . what are you talking about?" he moaned, shuddering as she wrapped her warm, smooth digits ""around his prick. "Compare what? Find out what?"
But the young' girl would not respond to his questions. "Just help me," she moaned, pulling his prick from his pants and squeezing it passionately in her grip. "Just do as I ask and help me, please!"
Malbin's prick was quaking with pleasure, now, as the girl rode her hand up and down along the length of it. She kneaded and pinched the thick, fat helmet of his shaft between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth until he was almost sobbing with the pleasure she was giving to him.
His own hands now pushed and pulled on her tight-fitting body shirt. The snaps came free and he pushed it up over her breasts, dropping his head to them, hungrily. He began to kiss and lather the small, precious globes with his lips and tongue, nipping at the warm, quivering mounds with his eager teeth.
He slithered his hands down to her slacks and pulled on the snap that held them shut. It popped free with a loud crack and instantly he forced his hand into the tight lit of her panties. Her belly was quaking with excitement, and as his fingers slithered down through her cunt hair, he found her mound to be" wet and hot, slippery with the juice that was flowing from her creamy pit.
He had no idea what she meant about comparing, but his passion was so fiery, now, that he could not think of anything but enjoying the pleasure he could have with her. He rode his hand deeper into her panties, slithering the tips of his digits against her wet, warm cunt mound.
The lips of her pussy were quaking with excitement, trembling as he slid his fingers back and forth against them. She sobbed, bucking herself hard against his hand, groaning as he began to massage the tender petals, hungrily.
"Ohh, God, that's good, so good," she moaned. Jerking violently, then she thrust her cunt hard at his hand. "Inside me, Bob, put them inside me, please," she gasped.
Eagerly, now, Malbin did as she desired. He slithered two of his fingers into her damp, wet chamber and at once her cunt muscles began to flutter around the probing spears. She sobbed wildly, trying to spread her legs as far apart as her slacks would allow, to give him more room.
She pumped her hand up and down on his prick, twisting and turning the shaft, violently. She could feel the hot. fevered blood tearing through the prong, now, making it pulsate savagely against her soft, tender palm.
Malbin was clearly excited by then, she realized and she knew that this was the time to set the second part of her plan in motion. She moaned, hating to pull herself away from his fingers, pushing away from him, then.
He gasped as her hand left his cock and she stood up, pulling the body shirt over her head, and slithering out of her slacks and panties as quickly as she could.
Malbin gazed at her lithe, exquisite frame, damp with the sweat of feverish excitement and need now, her cunt shimmering with the sticky wetness that covered it, her breasts heaving with labored breathing.
She turned to his kitchen and quickly went through his cabinets, finding the object she sought. When she returned for the kitchen, Malbin gasped in shock at what she held in her hand.
It was a long, thick length of clothes line, and the mere sight of it sent shivers of horror rippling up and down his spine. She dangled the rope with urgency in front of him, then threw it to him quickly.
"Tie my hands and feet together in front of me, Bob," she moaned, shuddering as she spoke the words. "I need you to tie me up, then beat me, and then fuck me as savagely as you can!"
"No, no, Darla, you can't be serious," Malbin croaked, the blinding memory of his sessions with Karen clear in his mind. "I won't. I can't do that, please!"
Falling on her knees in front of him, the girl began to beg wildly. "Please, Bob, I need this, please!" she sobbed, her voice cracking with need. "It's the only way I'll know, the only way!"
Malbin felt the rope in his hands, the thick, coarse strands scraping against his palms as he gripped it tightly. He moaned, feeling his cock throbbing with more power than before, and realized that he was going to do was she asked, even as he ached to deny his mounting excitement.
Rising from the sofa, he went to where she was kneeling. He took the knife she offered him, and cut three equal lengths of the cord from the single strand. He bent down beside her, staring at her offered wrists.
"Hurry, please, hurry," she moaned, tossing her pretty blonde head from side to side in excitement. "Please, Bob, tie me, now, right now!"
Moaning with utter despair, Malbin looped the rope around her delicate wrists and tied a knot. "Tighter, please, tighter," she gasped. "I want to feel it digging into my flesh! Tighter, please!"
Savagely, with an anger that knew no direction, Malbin yanked on the knot, pulling it hard against her lovely wrists. She winced as the knots bit into her flesh, making her hands throb with the sudden loss of blood.
Now he pushed her cruelly onto her back, and lashed her ankles in the same fashion. His loins were throbbing with desire now, and he tied the rope as tightly as he could, hearing her wince once again as he pull the knot hard against her delicate limbs.
"Now, tie me to the chair. Bob," she moaned, nodding with her head to the big, heavy piece of furniture behind her head. "Lash me to it, make me your captive, please! I want to be helpless, Bob, completely helpless!"
A savage and bitter laughter rumbled in Malbin's chest as he quickly tied the last length of cord around her bound wrists, then looped the other end around the leg of the chair. In a few seconds, she was totally defenseless on the floor, unable to do more than roll from left to right in either direction.
Malbin stood over her then, his chest rising and fall with excitement. The young girl trembled at his feet, her flesh tense and ready for the next step of her experiment. She gazed at the belt he was wearing and nodded wildly.
"Beat me, Bob, beat me with your belt," she sobbed, shutting her eyes tight as the powerful and nearly overwhelming need began to roar through her, now. "Hit me as hard as you can! Please, beat me like I was your slave!"
Malbin knew nothing now, but the aching bitterness in his heart, and the cruel, throbbing passion in his loins. He pulled the belt from the loops of his trousers and stood over her, quivering with rage and passion.
"All right, Darla, all right, you bitch," he snarled at her viciously. "You wanted this, now you'll get it!"
He whirled the belt over his head and brought it down viciously against her unprotected breasts. The harsh, wet slap of the leather meeting her flesh filled the air, followed at once by her scream of agony.
The pain cut deep and stung her precious tits so badly that it brought the tears to her eyes. She gasped in agony, and nodded wildly. "Again, Bob, hit me again," she begged. "Let me have it, darling, ohh, God, let me have all of it!"
She rolled on her belly and felt the harsh, cruel kiss of the belt as he struck her defenseless shoulders. Once more the pain cut deeply into her tender skin and she wailed in unbearable agony.
Malbin's cock was aching badly now, as he stared at the inviting tremor of her smooth, creamy buttocks. He brought the belt down hard on the tender half moons, listen, with increasing delight as her cry of pain filled his ears.
She twisted and turned on the carpet as he lashed at the base of her spine with the thick, wide belt. Bright red welts grew on her flesh at once, and her skin was taking on a rosy tinge as he cracked the weapon against her helpless frame again and again.
"Damn you for this, God damn you," he snarled, beating her creamy, luscious thighs with the wicked instrument. "I'm going to hurt you, all right! I'm really going to hurt you, cunt!"
Darla felt each vicious lash cutting into her body and the pain seared her like a thousand tiny, sharp needles driving into her flesh. Again and again she felt the savage blows lashing her body, and she wailed in pain and mounting horror as her pleasure began to arouse her as it never had before.
To be tied, completely without any chance to escape was one thing, she had loved that, loved being bound and helpless. But now she was seeing there was more to her strange, twisted desire. As Michael had told her, she had come to love the rope, and was now beginning to love its pain, besides.
Harder and harder, Malbin struck her. He timed each blow perfectly, measured the jerking movements of her lovely body and lashed at her buttocks and thighs cruelly. The thrill of having her completely at his mercy was more than he could comprehend, and he crashed the belt into her with an increasing savagery and lust, now.
He loved hearing her sobbing and moaning, loved hearing the harsh, wet smack of the leather caressing her flesh. The welts and bruises rose up on her creamy skin, making his eyes grow wide with excitement at seeing them, and his cock throb even harder with greed.
He could see her wrists straining at the ropes that bound them, and he found himself stimulated even more by the sight of her helpless hands and feet. There was something about seeing the rope around her wrists and ankles, cutting deep into her tender flesh, cutting off the flow of blood and removing any chance for her to escape, that made him sob with delight.
For Darla, the exquisite agony she was experiencing was beyond anything she had felt before. The rope was at her hands and feet and she could feel it scraping against her flesh. The bondage was more than merely exciting, now, it was everything. Obviously, Michael was right, this was truly what she wanted.
She screamed again as Malbin cracked the vicious tool against her tender bottom. It stung her deeply, and she shivered as the pain rippled through her sweet, soft buttocks. Her cheeks were raw and bruised, but she did not care.. .she only wanted this savage attack to continue, she only wanted to be completely possessed by him, now.
He dropped the belt to the floor, groaning with exhaustion and she rolled over onto her back, moaning with excitement, then. She nodded, her head bobbing fiercely as she hissed at him in need.
"Fuck, me, now, Bob," she moaned, thrusting her cunt up in the air, invitingly. "Come on, darling, fuck me hard and fast, right now!"
Malbin stared at the moist, pink petals of her pussy, quivering with excitement, glistening with the creamy coating of love juice, and he groaned with a fierce and burning greed in his balls.
He dropped down to the carpet beside her and cupped his hand over her cunt, kneading the wet, hot mound cruelly. He jammed two fingers inside of her once more and she screamed as the ruthless invasion hurt her badly in her pit.
His free hand clasped over her breast, then, squeezing it hard as he bent his mouth to hers. She shuddered as he kissed her hungrily, jamming his tongue between her teeth, as his fingers drove deep into the hot, tight pit of her cave.
"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he snarled, his voice thick with unmistakable lust. "I'm gonna fuck-you so badly you won't be able to stand it."
"Ohh, God, yes, I'm helpless, rape me, now," she moaned, twisting and turning as the cruel fingers plunged in and out of her pussy. "Yes, rape me, fuck me, hard! I can't get away, I'm trapped, do it now!"
Malbin's balls were pounding with need, now, and his throat was raw with the hot breath escaping his lungs. He moaned, thickly, throwing himself over the girl, digging his fingers as deeply into her cunt as he cunt.
He loved feeling her quivering violently under him, then, her long, slender frame trembling wildly as he pumped his digits in and out of her. She sobbed and screamed with the pain of his plunging digits, twisting savagely as he powered the fingers in and out of her damp pit.
He could think of nothing now, but fucking her as savagely and brutally as possible. He groaned thickly, spreading the lips to her pussy far apart, and rolled over on top of her, guiding his thick, huge shaft toward the damp, fevered chamber.
He gasped as she shivered when his cock met the quivering lips to her pussy. The trembling petals were slippery and warm, and he thrust forward savagely, driving his shaft between them with as much brutal power as he could command.
She screamed in pain as the huge cock drove into her cunt, forcing the taut, narrow walls of her pit to widen abruptly. His shaft was throbbing with passion, pounding against her interior with burning lust and she sobbed as he rocked from left to right over her, burying his tool in the depths of her precious chamber.
His hands slipped beneath her ass, then, gripping her soft, spongy half moons tightly. He pulled her hard to his groin and laughed in a voice that was cruel and broken, filled with greedy wanting.
"I'm fucking you now, bitch." he snarled, sliding his cock back out of her again, then slamming it to the very depths of her cunt once more. "I'm giving you a good, hard fucking you cunt!"
She screamed with delight at his brutal rape, thrusting her pussy up to meet his plunging spear. "Yes, yes, rape me, hard, Bob, rape me hard," she moaned.
Now, Malbin was beyond himself with greedy desire. He could feel the taut wetness of her pussy surrounding his tool, the hot, blazing fire of her cunt walls quivering against his flesh, and the sensation was overpowering in its delight.
He slammed back and forth, grinding his belly against hers as he drove into her, his lust reaching a boiling point as the come churned in his balls.
Faster and faster he drove into her, slithering his prick back and forth as the wanting became more explosive in his loins. His cock rammed savagely against her cunt, pounding mercilessly into the creamy depths of her luscious cave.
His fingers kneaded and massaged her buttocks wildly, digging deep into the spongy tissue, while his cock slammed into her without pause. He moaned and tossed his head in delight, forgetting all about her, now, thinking of nothing but the wild, aching greed that was consuming him.
For Darla, it was a moment of supreme ecstasy. She was bound and helpless, unable to free herself from the effects of his cruel passion, and she was thrilled to the point of orgasm herself.
She felt the man's thick, hot member slamming into her brutally, forcing her cunt walls to accept its presence and she could think of only one thing. Michael had been right, terrifyingly, he had been right. How much she wanted this, how much she wanted to be helplessly, and brutally tied and taken. It was more delightful than anything she had ever known, and eagerly now, she undulated her cunt muscles around Malbin's thundering tool to urge him on.
Over and over he drove into her cunt. He rocked and shuddered above her, his massive bulk almost crushing her, as his shaft slammed to the depths of her cunt once more. She could feel his hot, heavy breathing on her cheek, feel his prick throbbing in the pit of her loins, and she could sense his climax coming over him in a powerful, uncontrollable fury, now.
He thrust savagely into her once more, and began to shudder violently as the hot bursts of fluid spurted from his tool. "Fuck, I'm coming, you bitch," he moaned, jerking and quaking with the agony of his release. "Coming in you, now, Darla! Ahh, Jesus, it's good!"
She sobbed as she felt the thick, creamy liquid powering from the head of his shaft, splashing violently against her inner walls. The liquid fire washed over her powerfully, and she moaned as his shaft continued to quiver and spurt inside her poor, ravaged tunnel.
She lay, quietly sobbing as he finally rolled off of her. Malbin moaned with the final tremor of delight that rippled through him. then stared at her with' a mixture of sadness and horror.
"Did you find out what you wanted to know?" he whispered at last.
Darla groaned, the tightness of the ropes around her wrists and ankles, and the throbbing pain in her cunt never more clear than at that moment. She nodded, whimpering in despair at what she had discovered about herself.
"Yes, yes, I did," she cried, shaking her head wildly. "I found out all right, I surely found out what I wanted to know!"
CHAPTER SIX
August was drawing to a close, when Michael Horden informed Darla that she would be formally introduced to the others in his secret group, that evening. It was a Friday, and she was just preparing to go home.
He had been distant, at times with her, since the night she had discovered herself with Robert Malbin. It was not that he no longer cared for her, he had explained, merely that he just had to be careful.
"The more you learn about us," he told her seriously. "The more you will understand how much we have to protect ourselves!"
She had not learned much more than he belonged to an ultra-secret, ancient organization. He had explained that she could be part of that, if she wanted to be, but would not ever be forced to join.
"You must come of your own free will," he told her. "You must wish, with all your body and soul, to serve us!"
Darla had no idea if she wanted to truly be part of all this, but certainly, she knew, that she truly loved him. All that was left for her, now, it seemed, was to follow his wishes, nothing else made much sense.
She could remember that evening with Robert Malbin clearly, for it was' the last time she felt any sense of free will. She had told him a little about her sessions with Michael, informed him of the reason she had chosen him for her experiment.
He seemed distressed, and she accepted that as natural, but his worry seemed to be more for her concern, than any sense of being used on his part. He tried to urge her to leave Michael, but of course, she refused.
She had found out how much she thrilled to the bondage and torture. Why, she then reasoned, should she give up the man that she loved, merely because he had led her to discovering something in herself.
Besides, in just a couple of months, she had gone from a mere meager salary to making more money than she had ever dreamed of making. It would be foolish to give all that up, especially over something she truly enjoyed.
So, Malbin's pleading fell on deaf ears, for she had absolutely no intention of ever, ever leaving Michael, now. She would thrill to him, from now on, and thrill to all the many things he would do to her, for it was the only thing that mattered now.
She wished Michael would tell her more about this organization he belonged to. He refused, however, to tell her any more, than it was called the Brotherhood, and that he was in charge.
It was a high honor, he told her, and she should be proud to be his personal slave, which of course, she was. She still disliked the loss of control she felt around him, but was smart enough to realize that it was useless for her to try and fight the feelings she had with him.
She could do nothing more than respond to his wishes, now, and when he told her she would be part of the new initiation ceremony for the newest member of the group, she was excited and turned on at the same time.
"You shall be the instrument through which we bring this member into our brotherhood," Michael told her. "Through you, he shall become one of us, forever!"
To be selected for this honor was thrilling to her, even though she had no idea of what she was expected to do. She dreaded it, also, for somehow, she was certain that this would be the last step, that she would lose all self-control after this.
"You are very lucky, my pet," Michael had whispered in her ear, as they drove in his limousine toward his apartment. "Only the best women we have get to be the instrument of initiation. It shows you how much I truly love you!"
Darla moaned softly to herself and nodded, smiling at him weakly. "You will still love me, won't you, darling?" she asked fearfully. "You will still want me after this, won't you Michael?"
Tenderly he kissed her cheek. "Of course, my dear," he assured her, but his voice was flat and empty and his kiss cold and impersonal.
When they reached the apartment, he wasted no time in undressing her. He gave her a long, white robe to wear, then slipped into his own, deep black garment, placing the gold and ruby pendant around his neck.
He led her swiftly along the narrow corridor behind the tapestry, no longer having any need to drug her with wine before such an event. She had already attended two ceremonies before, and knew, vaguely, what was going to happen.
There were quite a number of men in the room, this time. There were men from all nations, each dressed in robes similar to Michael's. They all were wearing hoods, so their faces were covered and darkened in the meager glow of the candles around the room.
The tension was high in the air as Michael and Darla stepped into the room. The many heads of the men within the chamber, turned at their entrance, and the conversations dropped in volume to a furious buzz.
Michael smiled coldly at all of them. "Well, my Brothers," he said, walking to the center of the room. "You know why we have assembled here this evening!"
He pointed to a tall, thin figure, standing off to the side. "A new Brother is about to become one of us, recruited by myself."
He beckoned to the figure and the man stepped forward. "I am here, Brother Horden," the man said. "Ready to begin the process of joining the sacred group that you command."
"Reveal yourself, Brother Jarvis," Michael hissed, nodding with his head. "Show us who you are, and your desire to become one with your Brothers!"
Howard Jarvis tipped back the cowl of his robe and smiled in the paleness of the light from the candles. Darla gasped as she saw his rutted, ancient face and the shock of white hair on his head.
She remembered him as the man Bob Malbin had said he had worked for, and she hoped that Bob had not spoken to him about her. Fear gripped her tightly, for the dread of being discovered as having revealed anything was strong in her heart.
But Howard Jarvis merely stared at her with an obvious desire, his eyes bearing no trace of any recognition or doubt as to her conviction. He gazed up and down at the trembling girl, a thin smile crossing his lips.
"We have brought you to this moment of joining us, because you hold great power," Michael told the old man. "You can help us in our cause, through your contacts."
Jarvis nodded. "I have often felt that this kind of organization was needed," he said, determinedly. "The peoples of the smaller nations, and inferior breeds are about to overwhelm us, they must be stopped!"
Michael Horden nodded in approval. "All -men feel the same desires," he explained. "That is why you are here, that is why we have this ceremony. Through this bitch, this insignificant woman, you shall become as one with our Brothers!"
Michael Horden beckoned to her now, and Darla stepped forward, trembling with a swirling mixture of fear and mounting excitement. Already her flesh felt damp beneath her robe, and her loins were tingling with anticipation.
When she reached the spot where the two men were standing, Michael peered deeply into her eyes. "Do you wish to serve me, Darla?" he whispered. "Do you wish to experience the joy of helplessness once more?"
She nodded, even the words creating a fire in her belly and thighs. "Yes, Master, I do," she said breathlessly. "I ache to be tied once again, by the lovely, wonderful ropes. Make me your prisoner, please!"
Michael nodded abruptly and pulled on the sash that held her robe shut. It came free at once, and he forced the garment over her exquisite shoulders, where it fell to the floor with a sensual hiss.
The men in the room gasped at the beauty he revealed to them. He body was oiled and scented, gleaming erotically under the candle light. Her buttocks quivered a bit, and the muscles in her shoulders and thighs rippled with excitement.
He turned her around with his hands at her shoulders, so that she was facing the old man beside him. Jarvis ran his eyes up and down over her lovely frame and groaned at the sight of her pert, up-lifted breasts, and damp, glistening mound.
"She is beautiful. Brother Horden," he whispered in a torn, husky voice. "An absolutely marvelous little creature!"
"She is yours," Horden told him coldly. "You shall bind her and raise her up, you shall caress her flesh with the lash, then take her cruelly. Then you shall be one of us!"
He nodded then, and Jarvis grabbed Darla by the wrist and pulled her back away from her lover. Michael watched impassively, as the old man slipped her wrist into a noose of thick, harsh rope, connected to a big, square rack in the center of the room. She moaned as he pulled the noose tight, then quickly did the same with her other wrist. The rope, lovely to her in its coarseness, bit deep into her flesh and the pain was warm and familiar to her, now. V
Quickly, Jarvis fit her trim, lovely ankles into two other loops of rope, then slipped around the side of the rack and pressed a button on a small motor. The engine hummed and slowly the slack on the ropes was taken up.
Darla felt her arms and legs being stretched, drawing them far away from her body, pulling her up off the floor. She screamed as her limbs were pulled taut, stretching them to the point of pulling them from her sockets.
In a matter of moments, she was clear off the floor, pulling in all four directions by the ropes fastened around her ankles and wrists. The pain of her captivity throbbed through her wildly, and the sweat of her throbbing agony began to roll off her flesh, in dripping rivers.
Jarvis stared at her now, breathing wildly as he saw her drawn between the four strands of rope. She could not move at all, now, and her taut, firm body was more than enticing to the old man, now.
"How do you feel, my dear?" he asked, rubbing the flat of his hand from her neck to her buttocks, affectionately.
"I am helpless, Master," the girl moaned, her voice torn by the aching hurt in her arms and legs. "I am completely at your mercy!"
"Do you like it this way, my pet?" he continued, slithering the tips of his fingers, teasingly, over the cleft between her quivering buttocks.
The girl nodded, for there was no escaping the fact, for her, just how much she did like the position she was in. Once more, as had happened so many times in the past with
Michael, this sense of helplessness was overpoweringly pleasing to her.
"I love it, Master," she sobbed, biting her lip to keep from screaming at the dull, throbbing pain. "I love being trapped and defenseless! It is exactly what I need!"
Howard Jarvis was obviously stimulated by the girl's utterly defenseless position. His eyes were wide with excitement and he was rocking on his heels as he stared, hungrily at her captive frame.
Her flesh was a taut as a drawn bow, obviously unprotected from any pain he would want to inflict on her. In this state, she could not even turn to escape a harsh, cruel blow, much less avoid it altogether.
He turned to Michael Horden, watching the two of them intently, now. "I am ready, Brother Horden," he said, his voice thick with mounting desire. "I await your command to begin my initiation!"
Michael Horden drew down the multi-stranded whip from the locked glass cabinet and held it aloft. "This is the symbol of your joining us," he said in a cold, determined voice. "With this, you become a member of our most secret organization. You shall have you way with this helpless girl, and pass through the ancient rites!"
He handed the whip to the old man, and
Jarvis groaned with excitement as his fingers wrapped around the handle of the tool. It was quite heavy, thick and cold in his grip and felt powerful as he flexed his fingers around the handle.
He turned back to Darla, now, draping the strands of the whip over her slim, attractive shoulder. "You are about to please me, my dear," he chuckled savagely. "Through your suffering, I shall be made very happy indeed! Do you want that?"
"More than anything else, Master," the girl moaned, softly. "I want to feel the sting of your caress, know that I can not escape what you have planned for me! I am helpless, now, Master, I am your total captive!"
Jarvis laughed and nodded with gleeful excitement. He stepped back from the girl, then and cracked the whip against the floor. "You are bound, as it had been ordered through the ages," he hissed. "You are under my control, I have made you my captive, the rope is your connection to me! This lash shall seal our bond!"
With that, he spun the whip high over his head and brought it down hard against her taut, naked shoulders. The pain cut deep into her bones, and she jerked violently with the impact of the blow.
Her scream of agony tore through the air, and she shuddered as the horror of the agony was more than she had imagined. This was ten times worse than the beating Malbin had given her, and the thrill of being unable to escape it, made her loins throb with eagerness, now.
"Again, Master, strike again," she moaned. "I need to feel this pain, I need to know, for certain, that I can not escape. Again, hit me, again!"
Howard Jarvis' body trembled with a passionate excitement now, as he cracked the whip against her pert, taut buttocks. She screamed in pain again, twisting as the cruel lengths of leather crashed over her tender half moons.
The searing pain was delightful to the girl, and Jarvis moaned as he watched the slippery, creamy globes of her bottom redden with the effects of his blow.
Once more, he whirled .the whip around his head and brought it down savagely against the girl's trapped and helpless frame. He could see her hands and feet tugging at the ropes that held them fast, and hear her cries of moaning pain and pleasure as he struck her.
Her flesh was adorable in its alabaster purity, and ruining the creamy texturing with this vicious beating was almost too much delight for the old man to endure. He laughed wildly, cracking the whip against her spine, feeling the intense thrill of seeing it leave a cruel, red path in its wake.
"Ahh, yes, little bitch, you are mine," he snarled, cracking the whip hard at her shoulders once more, delighted as he saw a few wounds opening up in her flesh. "You belong to me, little captive, I can do whatever I please, with you!" He was completely correct, of course, and Darla knew it. The whip smashed into her body once again, and she jerked spasmodically as the pain tore through her. She moaned, the throbbing hurt growing stronger, each time he brought the lash down hard against her tense, helpless frame.
Wounds were opening up all over her flesh, now, thin ribbons of dripping redness that crisscrossed over her lovely body. Jarvis cracked the whip harder now, his excitement taking control, and the pleasure at having her so helpless consuming him.
For both of them, there was nothing better than this. For him, to beat her and listen to her scream in pain and utter helplessness was more satisfying than any experience he had ever had.
For the girl, knowing that she was trapped, feeling the whip lashing her brutally, and the ropes of her bondage digging ever deeper into her flesh, was a sign that made her weak with thrilling delight. She moaned, loving the sensation that she was unable to move, loving the bite of the coarse bonds at her wrists and ankles.
"I am trapped, your captive," she sobbed, her voice quaking with pleasure as she felt the pain continue to engulf her. "I can not escape, ohh, God, it's so wonderful, I can not escape!"
There seemed to be something magical about being so completely bound. There was that thrilling sense of freedom that Michael had spoken of, and had shown her. Surely, nothing could be better than this, to be so helpless as to never have to think about escape. Being tied so tightly, so painfully to the four sides of the rack was a sensation that made her weak with absolute sensual excitement.
Never in her life had she felt so alive, so utterly free. As the blows cracked into her shoulders and spine again and again, she wept, but hardly with the pain, so much as the pure love she was experiencing for her bondage.
Everything was so deeply satisfying to her, that she hardly noticed when he ceased to beat her, and began to fondle her buttocks, greedily, with his thin, bony fingers.
"You belong to me," he snarled in excitement, slithering two of the thick, stick-like prongs down along the curve of her darling ass.' "Anything I want to do to you, you must endure! You can not escape my passion, slave!"
She nodded, gasping as she felt him forcing his fingers between her precious half moons, wedging them deep into the cleft of her ass. "Yes, yes, take me, please," she groaned, twisting once more against the lovely rope that held her hands and feet so delightfully tight.
He chuckled cruelly, jabbing the fingers now, against the moist, wet dot of her anal track. The pain was sharp and fierce, like a cutting blade against her tender ass entrance and she screamed as she felt him trying to force his fingers into her.
"I'll have your asshole, bitch," he snarled again, twisting and turning his digits against the unyielding opening to her taut, moist passage. "I shall take you there, for you can not escape my desire!"
She felt him forcing the fingers beyond her wet, warm entrance and as the two, bony spears entered her asshole, she shrieked with the agony of the invasion. He turned them brutally against her hot, quivering inner walls, pushing the narrow passage apart, forcing it to widen beyond what was its natural width.
The fingers were like two hot irons being thrust into her rectal canal and she gasped with the sheer intensity of the sensation. She shuddered as Jarvis thrust his digits deeper into her ass, finally burying them to the hilt in her hot, wet asshole.
Gasping with the throbbing, rolling pain, the girl shuddered against the bonds that kept her dangling in the air. The fingers were now scraping back and forth along her anal tunnel, causing her even more pain than before.
"Ohh, God, yes, that's wonderful, wonderful," she sobbed, the pain and humiliation of it washing over her delightfully. "Yes, you can do whatever you want, Master! I can't stop you, I am helpless to resist!".
Never in her life would she have imagined that it could be so beautiful to be utterly at the mercy of another person. She felt the fingers riding swiftly in and out of her taut, aching behind, and she experienced the never-ending thrill of her helpless bondage as never before.
Faster and harder, Jarvis slammed his fingers into her tender bottom. He could feel her anal walls quivering around the plunging spears, wet and fiery with the pain of his rude attack, and his cock began to pound fiercely with need.
"I'm going to fuck your asshole, slave," he snarled wildly, driving his fingers as deeply into her ass as possible. "I'm going to fuck your asshole hard, bitch, hard!"
Darla, weak with pain and exhaustion, nodded her head and used her rectal muscles to urge him on. "Do it. Master, do it, now," she moaned. She threw her buttocks back hard against his hand. "Ummm, take me there, now, Master, take your captive slave there, right now!
"Do it, Brother Jarvis," commanded Michael Horden, his voice rich and compelling, now. "Become one of us! Take her in the ancient manner! She is bound and captive now, her anal track is yours! Take her asshole, now!"
Jarvis was shuddering with excitement, the utter degradation and pain he was causing the girl making his balls churn with the hot, boiling come that bubbled inside of his sack. He powered his fingers faster and faster along the wet, trembling tunnel, and released his robe to free his cock from behind it.
Darla gasped wildly as she felt the man leaning against her, the thick, long hardness of his tool throbbing demandingly against her inner thigh. She sobbed as she felt him remove his fingers from her ass, and pull her soft, pliant buttocks wide apart.
Jarvis fit his prick between the smooth, luscious half moons and forced the tip of it into her throbbing anal opening. The hugeness of it forced her ass tunnel to expand even more, and the girl sobbed with pain as he thrust forward into her.
Savagely, the old man rammed his meat into the depths of her rectal chamber. He rocked from side to side, grinding his cock against her inner walls as he powered the shaft to the pit of her ass. He was leaning against her, then, his meat buried to the hilt in her ass, his hands groping for her quivering boobs.
He grasped hold of the precious globes and kneaded them hungrily, as he began to ride his cock in and out of her wet, warm tunnel. She screamed with the pain of the ruthless attack, feeling the meat slicing in and out of her like a burning iron.
Again and again he rammed into her anal passage, twisting and turning with passion as he pumped his cock back and forth inside of her. She shuddered and screamed, the pain almost completely overwhelming her now, searing her flesh deeply with each powerful thrust that he took.
Her tiny rectal canal quivered with agony, now, thundering with hurt as Jarvis continued to assault her so brutally. He was vicious and wild in his attack, totally unconcerned with anything beyond the building need in his aching tool.
Faster and harder, now, he slammed into the girl's poor, damaged pit. He felt her rectal muscles kneading and gripping his rod, squeezing it wildly, and his flesh grew more fiery and tortured with each stroke that he took.
His climax was building wildly in his loins, making his balls throb with pain and his cock pound with need. His prick was rock hard now, shuddering with pleasure as he drove it deep into her girl's behind. He pulled her to him by her tits, squeezing the precious spheres savagely in his fingers, feeling the thrill of his climax soaring through his aching flesh.
"I'm going to come in your asshole, slave," he laughed cruelly, bucking back and forth as fast as he possibly could, now. "There's nothing you can do about it, slave, I'm going to come in your asshole, now!"
She sobbed, 'squeezing the thundering weapon hard with her rectal muscles, feeling it surging in her ass as the orgasm tore through him. She sobbed and moaned as he did, when the hot come began to spurt from the throbbing head of his shaft. She felt it splashing against the aching flesh of her inner walls and she moaned wildly, thrilled to have been taken, as only a captive slave should be.
Jarvis grunted and moaned, bucking back and forth in a series of powerful tremors as the come continued to spurt from his tool. He felt his loins being drained of all greed, and he stumbled back at last, completely exhausted by the effort.
"He is a Brother, now," Michael Horden hissed. "He is one of us, indeed!"
The other men cheered and began to crowd around the still trembling Jarvis. Darla moaned, his come dripping from her ripped and torn anal passage, feeling weak and broken by the attack. She had done as her lover had commanded her, she had tasted the bitter fruit of bondage and attack. She felt full of love and empty at the same time now, knowing nothing other than the fact that she was a slave, bound by her love for Michael, even as she was drawn to the cruel, cutting embrace of the lovely ropes that tied her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Malbin trembled with fury as he rode in the cab toward his destination. He would more than likely be ruined after this, but his anger and even fear, washed all that concern from his mind.
He still could not believe what he had heard, still could not believe what Karen Bruce had told him. Perhaps she was insane, after all, for she certainly was not completely in her right mind, anymore.
It had been difficult to track her down. After Darla James had brushed off his attempts to warn her, and refused to see him anymore, he felt his only chance lay in finding the lovely young red head that had first told him of this strange group of men and their violent desires.
When he realized that Michael Horden enjoyed the same kind of pleasures that Karen told him Steven Devane did, he had been frightened to his very soul. It was obvious to him that the connection went much further between the two men, than any one else thought.
To him, there was only one possible explanation to this mystery. Michael Horden was part of the secret organization, perhaps even its head. It was not a mere thought, it was entirely possible, given the man's money and aims.
Malbin had spent the whole of August, trying hard to track down the young red head. She seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth, and only chance gave him the opportunity to find her.
He spotted her picture in a newpaper article reviewing a new mental hospital they were opening in the country. There was no doubt it was her, and had he not been looking for the latest baseball scores, he probably would never have noticed it.
She was in the private place, under the care of exclusive doctors, and Malbin knew before he even started out to the place, that he would have to sneak in, if he ever wanted to see her.
She had a private room, of course, and he waited until well after midnight before he scaled the wall of the hospital and made his way through the corridors in search of her. He was surprised he had been able to climb the walls at all, and quite tired by the time he found the room with her name on the door.
It was unlocked, and he slipped in quietly, making his way to her bed. She came awake, screaming and he covered her mouth with his hand, hissing at her to keep quiet.
"You help me, and I'll help you," he hissed. "I want some answers, Karen. If they are the right ones, I'll get you out of here!"
She sobbed. "It won't do any good, they're everywhere," she moaned. "You can't escape them, any more than I can!"
"Bullshit," Malbin hissed. "The only reason they have power, is because they're secret. If I expose them in time, they'll be finished!"
The girl groaned, shaking her head, wildly. "I just want to rest, please, just let me rest," she wailed softly. "I can't think straight."
"You don't have time to rest," Malbin hissed, shaking her violently. "Come on, we're getting out of here!"
He knew that she would not be able to tell him anything while they were in the hospital, so he pulled her out of the bed and hurried her down the corridors. Once they were out on the grounds, he raced toward the walls, pushing her ahead of him.
They got back to the city in the car he had borrowed from a friend, and he took her to his apartment, promising her that she would be safe. She sat on his sofa, sneering at him in contempt.
"I'm not going to tell you anything," she snarled. "Why should I betray the man who loves me, the man that knows how to give me what I need!"
Malbin stared at her, shaking with rage. She seemed to be totally in the grip of whatever had happened to her, now, no longer able to tell when she was under someone else's control. He had to break the hold they had on her, and it came to him, then, that there was only one way possible to do that.
Feeling an aching despair coming over him, that he fought to keep under control, he went to the kitchen and got the three lengths of rope he had used on Darla James. When he returned, he held them just inches from Darla's face.
"I'm going to make you my captive, bitch," he hissed at her. "Fm going to tie you up and do what I want with you, understand?"
Instantly, Karen's eyes lit up with excitement and she began to shiver with the prospect of her bondage. She leaned back against the sofa, shuddering, as if she could already feel the lovely ropes around her hands and feet.
She was wearing a hospital pair of pajamas and Malbin reached down, pulling her to her feet by her collar. He spun her around and ripped the top free with a savage pull, throwing her to the floor from the sheer force of his actions.
She moaned, her throat trembling with anticipation as the big, heavy man reached down and gripped the waist band of her bottoms with his big, meaty paw. He tugged viciously again, and she screamed in delight as it came off her body.
She shivered in her nakedness now, seeing the glare of anger and excitement in Malbin's eyes. She nodded wildly, moaning as if in pain. "Yes, now, bind me, now," she groaned. "Let me have the rope, let me have it, please!"
"I'll let you have it, cunt," Malbin snarled, reaching down again and grabbing hold of her wrists. "I'm really going to let you have it, now!"
He wound the length of cord around her slender wrists and knotted it as tightly as he could. Her face was etched in ecstasy as the rope bit into her flesh, and the young woman shuddered as he quickly lashed her ankles in the same manner.
He pulled her to her feet then, and pushed her into the bedroom. There was a hanging plant beside his open window, and he pulled it down. He closed the shade and looped the third strand of rope through her wrists then bound her to the hook that the plant had been hanging from.
In a few seconds, she was standing barely on her toes, her body straining against the hook as he stood behind her, breathing heavily. She shivered with excitement, nodding wildly once more.
"Ohh, God, yes, do it to me, Master," she sobbed, twisting and turning in an attempt to excite him even more. "Do it, please, I beg you! I can't resist, now, I am your captive slave!"
Malbin found an old garden hose in the closet and he cut a length of it off, slapping it against his palm. He approached her, trying hard to keep a savage look on his face and a cold glare in his eyes.
"If I give you what you desire, will you talk?" he said coldly. "If you don't then I won't give you all that you wish, bitch!"
"Anything, Master, anything," she moaned. Her voice was so clearly that of a wild and crazed person, that Malbin's heart ached as he realized what he must do. "You know what I need and want, Master! I am yours, give it to me now!"
Karen Bruce threw her head back, her long, lovely red hair washing back and forth across her shoulders, erotically, now. Her firm, full buttocks were quivering enticingly, and her long, sleek thighs trembling with promise.
Malbin hated himself in that moment, for being about to use her so viciously, but it was the only chance he had, he reasoned, to get to the bottom of this thing.
Viciously, now, he cracked the rubber hose against her shoulders. The wet slap rang loudly in his ears, mingling with her scream of painful delight as he struck the savage blow.
She twisted and turned against her helplessly bound hands, kicking her dainty feet back and forth. He could see her moving her ankles and hands to make the pain and reality of them being bound more certain, and he moaned as he struck her again.
"You'll talk, bitch, you will," he hissed, gathering his energy and will, and cracking the hose hard against her tender bottom once more. "You belong to me, understand, no one but me, now!"
The wet sound of the hose striking her flesh was damning in Malbin's ears, but he tried to ignore it as he beat her hard with the wicked tool. He lashed at her thighs with the hose, and smashed it as hard as he dared at the base of her spine.
Each blow seemed to excite her all the more, and she trembled with delight as he continued the cruel, violent attack. Her body jerked spasmodically with every blow, and her voice was broken and spent as the man rained the blows down on her.
Malbin saw the deep red welts rising up on her flesh and it sickened him deeply. His own loins were rumbling with excitement again, and he was thankful for that, for the first time, for it allowed him to continue with this sickening attack.
His cock was beginning to throb painfully as he brought the hose down against her lovely buttocks again. She laughed with delight, quivering at the effects of the blow, wiggling her cheeks in a saucy manner to invite yet another savage lash.
"Umm, it's wonderful, Master, wonderful," she moaned, trembling visibly, with her exquisite agony. "More, ohh, I need more of this, please!"
Malbin brought the rubber hose down on her in a frenzy, now. His passion was mounting rapidly as he saw the damage he was inflicting, and his balls were churning with the hot come that bubbled around them, fiercely, now.
His breath was labored and forced, then, harsh, quick sobs as he cracked the hose against her flesh again and again. The sound of it crashing into her was all but overcome by her loud, fierce cries of ecstasy.
Now, he dropped the hose to the floor and lifted her off the hook. He threw her to the floor, brutally and she moaned as she banged down hard on her side. He stood over her, sneering cruelly, digging his toe into her belly to flip her over on her back.
"You want my cock, bitch?" he snarled at her savagely. "Do you want to have my prick, now, you slave?"
She moaned, her face etched in pain, but her eyes fierce and wild with excitement. "Yes, yes, please," she gasped greedily. "But don't be kind to me, now, I am too helpless for kindness. Do something brutal, I beg you, now!"
Malbin stared at her intently, then he laughed and pulled her up to her knees by her long, luxurious mane. He slapped her across the face a number of times, then dragged her along the floor to the bed.
He sat down on the bed and forced her to to kneel in front of him. "You want my cock, bitch, you're gonna get it," he chuckled cruelly. "But you're gonna take it in your mouth, cunt!"
He could see that the idea delighted her and he held her head firmly between his hands, forcing her face into his groin. Instantly, her mouth began to roam over his shaft, kissing and licking his flesh in a frenzied manner.
He moaned in pleasure as he felt her lips riding over the length of his tool, kissing and nibbling at him with her even white teeth. He gasped as she reached the root of his shaft and began to nibble on the hard, hairy sack that contained his balls.
"Take them in your mouth, cunt," he snarled at her. "I want you sucking on me good, slave, you have no other choice!"
Eagerly, she moved her lips over his nuts and opened her mouth wide. She gathered the hot, throbbing bag into her oral chamber with her tongue and locked her teeth against his flesh, greedily.
She lashed at the imprisoned stones with her tongue, then, knocking them back and forth in her mouth, while sucking on them hungrily. He groaned and shuddered, bucking spasmodically, as the beautiful red head worked feverishly on his throbbing balls.
As she bore down on the captured nuts, Malbin began to sway from left to right, jerking and gasping as the pleasure increased in his aching groin. He rocked her head from left to right, thrilled, also now, by the way she was unable to do anything other than what pleased him.
She licked and lathered his balls, hungrily, slashing at them with her tongue, while blowing hot currents of vibrating air against his aching stones. Clearly, she was more than excited by what she was doing to him. She hummed softly, tugging her head from left to right, completely enthralled by the helplessness of her position.
He pulled on her hair, then, yanking her mouth up from his pounding nuts. "Suck my prick, now, bitch," he snarled at her. "Suck it good and hard. I want to come in your mouth, slave!"
Eagerly she followed his command and worked her mouth back up along the throbbing length of his shaft. His huge, pounding helmet quivered against her lips as she kissed it, then he sobbed wildly as she quickly sucked it into her mouth.
He felt her drawing more and more of his meat into her moist, warm chamber with her tongue, and he bucked forward, slithering the tool into the creamy, hot passage of her velvet throat. The softness of her taut, wet tunnel was unbelievable and he gasped as she quickly buried the cock completely in her silken canal.
Clearly, she loved being forced to do this, for she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, wildly, twisting and turning her lips and teeth' against his tortured flesh as she went along.
Malbin shuddered and gasped with every delightful stroke that she took. His balls were throbbing savagely now, and his cock felt as if it was growing to twice its size under her powerful assault.
Faster and harder she pumped the spear into her mouth. He could feel her throat muscles gripping and kneading him, urging him on. She lathered every inch of the plunging spear with her tongue and dragged her teeth along his flesh as she went up and down on him, relentlessly.
He gasped thickly as her lovely mouth sucked on him wildly, and the powerful, aching desire seemed to be consuming him. He could barely see now, for the pleasure he was experiencing and deep in his balls, the rumbling of an orgasm burst forth in his loins.
He cried out as the hot come began to tear from his nut bag and blast along the length of his throbbing manhood. The young woman sucked even harder on his spurting tool, trying to pull as much of the hot, creamy fluid out of him as possible.
Again and again he bucked into her, powering the bursting weapon to the depths of her silken passage. He twisted and turned in savage pleasure, the searing agony of his climax racing through his flesh uncontrollably now.
"God, God, that's good," he moaned, jerking violently once more, in delight. "Yeah, swallow that come, bitch, swallow every drop!"
Again and again the fevered liquid shot from his rod and the girl eagerly drank every drop that she could. By the time he was finished climaxing in her mouth, he felt as weak as a kitten, completely drained of all passion whatsoever.
He pushed her away and she fell back on the rug, quivering with the ecstasy of having been used by him. He stared at her for a moment, then placed his foot on her shoulder and turned her over on her back.
"Now, let's you and I have a little talk, shall we?" he said, coldly.
As he reached his destination, now, he still could not believe all that she had told him. But he had called Howard Jarvis' office and found out that he was indeed going to a small party at the ambassador's.
It was no wonder, Malbin thought, grimly, that the man did not want him hunting down Karen Bruce. He sighed, a part of him hoping he was wrong, as he paid the driver of the cab and climbed out.
He was carrying a small tape recorder and an equally small movie camera. He took the service elevator, to Michael Horden's penthouse apartment, then used his set of master keys he got from a friend who was a thief and let himself in.
He could hear voices in the apartment, and it did not take him long to track them down. His worst fears were confirmed as he saw the blank wall behind the tapestry, obviously concealing a hidden chamber.
He carefully ran his hands over the wall until he came to the hidden button then slipped inside as it came free. He walked quickly down the long tunnel to the light that streamed from a room, and had to put his fist to his mouth as he saw what was happening inside.
He had arrived just in the middle of Darla's savage beating at the hands of Howard Jarvis, and as much as he wanted to burst into the room, he held his temper and rage and set up his equipment, instead.
All through the initiation ceremony, he keep the tape and film running. He had almost twenty minutes of it in the can, by the time Jarvis had finished raping Darla in the asshole.
"We are ready to go out and gather our power, now," intoned Michael Horden. His eyes swept around the room, and Malbin jumped back just in time. "We are ready to put our plans into effect!"
My ass, Malbin thought, peering around the door. He ached to burst into the room and free Darla from her agonized position, but it was clear to him, that she was in no way hating it whatsoever.
He began to run the tape and film again, leaning in with the camera and mike as Michael Horden continued.
"All of us know our tasks. We shall gather more members for the Brotherhood, put our women slaves to work seducing powerful men. I outline it this simply, so that all of you will understand," the man hissed.
"There can be no failure, this time, no turning from our sacred task," he barked "The world belongs to the Brotherhood, only to the Brotherhood!"
The men began to chant in praise and cheering now, and Malbin ran the last of the camera's film over them, making sure he got all the faces of the men in the room. He stepped inside the door and frozen when he heard Michael Horden's cry.
"Stop him, stop the intruder," shouted the big, muscular man. "He will destroy us! Stop him, now."
Malbin turned and raced down the corridor, fear raging in his breast as he fled from the charging pack of men. He slipped behind the wall and raced to the door of the apartment.
Once outside, he ran to the elevator and punched the button. He thought in that moment of Darla James, and knew, grimly, that he could not leave her behind. When the car came to a stop, he slipped inside, pushed the button for the lobby, and slipped back out as it closed again.
He hid behind a small laundry cart as the men charged out to the hall and pounded on the door. Once they had all begun to race down the fire stairs, or take another car down, he slipped from his hiding place, back into the apartment.
He raced into the hidden passage again and stepped into the room, to find Darla lying on the floor, moaning softly. He stepped over to her then heard a laugh behind him. He turned to face Michael Horden, a gun in his hand.
"I knew you were a hero," the man chuckled. "I assumed you would come back for her! A pity for you, I'm afraid, for both of you!"
Malbin backed away from Darla as Horden raised his hand to fire. At that moment, the girl gazed up, her flesh still aching from the battering it had taken. She saw Horden and the gun he had and her mind whirled in shock and horror. No matter what she was, she thought, she could not let this happen.
She picked up the whip and threw it with all her strength at the man. It crashed into Horden's chest and he fell over backward, upsetting a table when a dozen candles burned. At once, the carpet burst into flames, surrounding the struggling man.
Malbin leaped across the room, his equipment still dangling from his neck and pulled the girl out of the room into the corridor as the flames swiftly consumed the room. Horden's screams of agony followed them down the hall and into his apartment as the fire began to spread through the whole building.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A week later, they were in a small cabin, high in the mountains, staring into the flames flickering in a fire place. They were drinking wine, leaning against the back of a comfortable couch, enjoying their first moment of peace since that fateful evening.
Jarvis had committed suicide once the story broke, and his death was followed by a dozen others. The government announced it was launching an investigation into the Brotherhood, and they were national heroes, it seemed. I
The tape and film had only been played in private, and since they belonged to Malbin, he ordered it to be that way. He wanted none of it to come out, beyond exposing the members of the Brotherhood, above all, he wanted to protect Darla.
The young woman, herself, was feeling more at peace and calm than she ever had before. At first, she feared that Horden's hold on her was too strong, but Malbin's kindness and obvious love cured that.
"He's gone, he can't ever harm you again," he told her. He turned his shaggy head to hers and kissed her tenderly on the mouth.
She moaned with the pleasure of his lips meeting hers and shivered as she felt his hand sliding over the halter top she was wearing, slipping inside of it to cup one of her firm, lovely breasts.
"Ohh, God, Bob, why did I ever turn you away, before," she sighed. She kissed him hungrily, now. "Ummm, I must have been crazy!"
He laughed softly, kneading her precious globe tenderly, feeling the first thrill of her tiny nipples expanding against the pressure of his palm. "Never mind that," he told her, warmly. "We can just make up for lost time!"
She giggled in delight, and dropped her hand to his crotch, toying with the bulge that was growing rapidly, there. He shuddered as she moved the tips of her fingers back and forth along the length of the building mound, pressing them firmly against his aching tool.
She quickly unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside, wrapping her exquisite digits around the throbbing tool. "Ohh, yeah, babe, that's it," he moaned, shuddering with the effect of her caress. "Now you got the idea!"
She drew his prick from his trousers then, and began to pump her hand up and down on the tool, twisting it back and forth in her grasp. She loved feeling his flesh throbbing in her grip, feeling the hot blood racing through the shaft, now.
He moved his mouth hungrily back and forth against hers, kissing her greedily until she was breathless With the passion he was creating in her, now.
His hand slithered down to her crotch and plucked at the buttons to her shorts, pulling them free with a quick, determined snap. She giggled as he slipped his hand inside of her panties, rubbing the tips of his fingers back and forth against her already damp and swollen cunt petals.
"Umm, that's so nice, Bob," she sighed, rocking from left to right as he caressed her cunt petals. "Oooo, I love that so much!"
Now she began to force her shorts and panties down over her hips, slithering them along her legs to bare her throbbing loins. Robert Malbin felt the delightful young girl's body trembling wildly, now, and his own, aching lust surged hotter in the pit of his throbbing groin.
She pushed away from him, then, laughing softly as she stood up and slipped the halter top from her shoulders. Standing in front of the fire, her body outlined by the flames, moist and lovely in every way, his cock began to pound even more powerfully with greed.
"Darling, I don't think I have to forget about everything that happened, do I?" Darla whispered, her voice teasing and sweet as she smiled at him, slyly. "I mean, good can come from bad, can't it?"
Malbin stood up then, his legs trembling with the excitement he felt in his groin. "Just what do you mean by that;" he asked.
She giggled and beckoned him toward the bed that lay against the far wall of the small cabin. He followed her slowly, his cock growing thicker and thicker as his anticipation grew more savage and fierce.
She lay down on the bed, a huge, soft mattress supporting her, and waved her hands, idly at the bed posts behind her. "I mean, you could just sort of make me your captive for awhile, couldn't you?" she murmured.
She was pointing to the four strands of ropes that were fastened to each of the posts, the dark gray of them shadowed in the light that came from the fire. He shook his head, sighing with amusement.
"Okay, but no beating, damn it," he snorted. "I'm tired of slapping girls around. I just want to fuck them!"
She nodded, closing her eyes as she felt him slipping one wrist through the noose of a rope and pulling it tightly against her flesh. She winced at the slight, pleasing pain and eagerly stretched her hand for the other loop.
Malbin bound her wrist tightly, then kissed his way along her quivering body, running his lips along her length of her smooth, supple leg, until he reached her dainty foot. He slipped her pretty foot though the strand of rope at the end of the bed and tied it tight, then quickly did the same with the other.
He looked up over the length of her body then and whispered anxiously. "How do you feel now, darling?"
Darla James moaned with unbelievable delight. "Marvelous," she replied, shivering with contentment. "Simply marvelous, my love! I can't move at all, I'm completely helpless, totally under your power!"
Malbin laughed and began to kiss and lick his way back up along her leg once more. He nibbled hungrily at the smooth, creamy flesh of her inner thigh and the young girl gasped in pleasure as the waves of delight rippled through her loins.
She felt his tongue roaming over the rim of her cunt mound, lathering her damp, warm cunt lips hungrily. Slithering his tongue back and forth, he rolled it around the moist, quivering nugget of her clit and the young girl screamed softly in delight.
"Ohh, God, that's nice, Bob," she sighed, thrusting her pussy up against his nibbling teeth. "Ummm, more, do that some more!"
She strained against her bound wrists and ankles, thrilling to the way they could not come free of the tight, coarse ropes that held them. She felt the hemp cutting into her flesh, the dull throbbing in her hands and feet, and she was in ecstasy.
Malbin's hands wandered up and over her breasts, then, kneading and squeezing the soft, spongy globes with increasing passion and need. He caught the nipples in turn, pinching them tenderly between his fingers and she yelped in delight. "
"Umm, God, that's nice," she sighed as the shivering, stinging delight of his caress ripped through her boobs, all the way down to the pit of her loins. "Yes, darling, Bob, yes that's it!"
She rocked slowly back and forth on the bed now, as Malbin caught her quivering love nugget between his teeth and sucked on the juicy button, hungrily. The harsh, compelling pleasure roared through her then, as the man continued to lather her trapped morsel with his tongue.
Now he began to ride his arrow in and out of her pit and she screamed softly, as she jerked her hands and feet against the tightly bound ropes again. The thrill of his stabbing tongue, mingled with the throbbing ache in her captive wrists and ankles gave her the pleasure she needed so badly.
She didn't worry about that anymore. She was no longer confused as to what she wanted. She only wanted to be bound and tied to the bed, pain she could do without.
Malbin felt his prick pulsating violently as he pumped his tongue in and out of Darla's hot, wet cave. He could feel her cunt muscles grasping hold of the plunging spear, and he lathered her inner walls hungrily, then.
If she wanted to be tied up, he wasn't going to object, he thought. After all, there was nothing wrong with that. She seemed to enjoy every sensation ten times more if she was bound, and Robert Malbin always liked to please a girl if he could.
He stared over her body, gazing at the cord around her wrists and the anxious manner in which she tugged on them. Obviously, she thrilled to the sense of helplessness, when his tenderness with her was only heightened by her position of captivity.
Now he felt his greed beginning to overwhelm him and he responded to her anxious pleading. "Come inside me, darling, ohh, Bob, inside me, now," she moaned. Her cunt was on fire, then, throbbing with the intensity she was experiencing. "Ummm, now, Bob, fuck me, now!"
Quickly, Malbin slithered over the length of her smooth, creamy frame, his cock racing along her leg and inner thigh as he brought it toward her hot, quivering pussy lips. She moaned and shuddered as she felt his prick thrusting against her aching lips, forcing its way between them.
Robert Malbin gasped with delight as he penetrated the steaming, tight chamber of Darla's cunt. Her eager muscles wrapped themselves around his tool and pulled him forward, urging him to go deeper inside of her, now.
"Ahh, God, this is good," Malbin sighed, thrusting hard and fast, driving his cock instantly to the pit of her lovely tunnel.
"Yeah, Darla, I think this isn't such a bad idea at all!"
The girl laughed in delight and thrust herself against him, feeling the hot, throbbing power in her cunt, even as she felt the ropes biting deeper into her flesh. She felt Malbin begin to thrust in and out of her then, and she pulled harder on her bound limbs, to remind herself of her helplessness.
There was nothing in the world quite like it, she thought. His cock slithered back and forth along her taut, slippery channel, each stroke more delightful than the last, and she sighed, contentedly. There was nothing like being fucked by a strong, powerful man, when you couldn't do a thing about it, she thought.
Malbin picked up the speed and pace of his attack, now, thrusting in and out of her cunt faster and faster, then. He could feel her pussy throbbing around his plunging rod, her muscles kneading and squeezing him, frantically.
His balls were aching with a load of hot, boiling come, and his prick was on fire with passion as he plunged it deep into the girl's willing chamber. He did not understand her passion for being bound, but at this point, he was not about to argue with the lust that it created in her.
Again and again he thrust into the steaming passage of her cunt, his wanting reaching a point of such powerful need that he did not know if he could stand it. Whatever happened, he thought, this orgasm was going to be beautiful.
She twisted and turned beneath him, thrusting her belly up to meet his, thrilled by the hot, surging pleasure that took hold of her. She could feel a powerful, almost unbelievable climax exploding in her pit and her voice was torn and broken as she sobbed.
"Ummm, yeah, Bob, you're making me come," she moaned, lurching from left to right as he drove his prick into her again. "Yes, making me come, come so good!"
Malbin shuddered with her as he felt the river of steaming fluid washing over his pounding tool. The sheer boiling fury of her orgasm gripped his loins and the aching greed began to burst from his balls, too.
Come shot from his cock and splashed against her contracting inner walls, his own steaming fluid mixing with hers, now. He groaned and shuddered, burying his cock deep inside of her again, trembling as the orgasm tore through his flesh.
"Ahh, yeah, Darla, it's nice," he gasped, kissing her wildly. "Coming in you is so God damn nice, yeah!"
They both chuckled and rocked about the bed, allowing their passion and release to consume them completely. Malbin pumped in and out of her in a frenzy, until at last, her shuddering tremors subsided, and his own throbbing greed faded away.
He lay with his cock inside of her, then, kissing her tenderly on the cheek. He turned his head and gazed at her still bound wrist and chuckled softly. "You know, I think we'd better keep these ropes handy, darling," he sighed. "We may need them!"
"You can say that again," she laughed, grinding her belly against his, forcing his prick to rock inside of her once more.
She moved her body beneath him, and pulled on her wrists and ankles again. The two sensations were as thrilling as before, and she made herself a promise that whatever else happened, she was always going to have a bit of the lovely hemp around. Just in case.
